Chapter 105: Two Hundred Million

Sophie was struggling to hold herself together on camera. Her hands were pressed against her cheeks, her eyes were bright and slightly wet, and her voice kept catching on the words she was trying to say. The professional calm she’d been cultivating over two weeks of low-viewership streaming had been completely overwhelmed by the reality of what was unfolding on her screen.

"Thank you, Master Streak, I don’t even know what to say, thank you."

She took a shaking breath and steadied herself. ’This is your moment. Don’t waste it.’

"Streak, let me sing something for you."

She launched into a song, her voice was pleasant but unremarkable, the kind of singing that wouldn’t win competitions but carried enough warmth and sincerity to hold an audience that was already predisposed to stay. And with three hundred thousand viewers hanging on every note, the performance hardly mattered. What mattered was the spectacle. The whale in the room. The rockets still falling like rain.

Because Stan hadn’t stopped.

SUPER ROCKET × 40

SUPER ROCKET × 50

SUPER ROCKET × 60

SUPER ROCKET × 70

His thumb moved with the mechanical, unhurried rhythm of a man executing a financial strategy that happened to look, from the outside, like the most extravagant act of generosity in TikTuk Live history.

@CryptoGoblin69: [Sir Streak is MIGHTY.]

@EmotionalSupportPizza: [I’m a fan. I’m officially a fan. Where do I sign up?]

@SnapMeDaddy420: [Sir Streak, please add me on Snapchat. I’ll do anything.]

@WallStreetWitch: [This man single-handedly controls the entire platform’s economy.]

@LowBatterySoul: [Bro just woke up and chose financial domination.]

@DefinitelyNotABot77: [God When.]

@MomSaysImSpecial: [If Sir Streak has 1 million fans, I’m one of them. If he has 1 fan, it’s me. If he has 0 fans, I’m gone.]

@InstantNoodlesCEO: [My ancestors didn’t suffer for me to miss this level of greatness.]

@KeyboardWarriorElite: [I tried to compete. My bank account laughed at me.]

@TaxEvasionApprentice: [IRS watching this like 👁️👄👁️]

@MainCharacterDelusion: [Plot twist: we’re all just side characters in Sir Streak’s arc.]

@SleepDeprivedProphet: [I saw this coming in a dream. I was still broke in the dream too.]

@BrokenCalculator: [Even my calculator said "nah I’m not doing this"]

@CertifiedHaterButFan: [I hate how much I respect this.]

@RentDueTomorrow: [Sir Streak blink twice if you can pay my rent.]

@FreezeFrame: [someone clip her face RIGHT NOW]

"Streak, you’ve already given so much," Sophie managed between verses, her voice wavering between gratitude and genuine concern. "You really don’t need to send any more."

@RandomGuyInComments: [Lol, host, you clearly don’t know Sir Streak’s reputation.]

@P-diddy: [He doesn’t stop until the number has enough zeros to make you dizzy.]

@big_smoke: [His bare Minimum is one million. BARE MINIMUM! That’s just his warm-up.]

@I’mjustAgirl: [Girl just sit back and watch. You haven’t seen anything yet.]

Sophie’s eyes widened. She looked at the chat, then at the gift counter, then back at the chat.

’Could he really be planning to spend over a million? On me? A streamer he’s never met?’

She didn’t know who Streak was. She’d never interacted with him before tonight. She had no context for why the most legendary whale on TikTuk Live had chosen her room, her stream, her face to pour his money into.

She was trying very hard not to get her hopes up.

Then the next wave hit.

SUPER ROCKET × 200

SUPER ROCKET × 300

Sophie’s hand flew to her mouth.

SUPER ROCKET × 1,000

The chat became a blur, messages scrolling so fast that individual comments were visible for less than half a second before being swept upward by the torrent.

SUPER ROCKET × 2,000

@BrokenCalculator: [TWO THOUSAND ROCKETS.]

@FreezeFrame: [That’s already past the million-dollar mark.]

SUPER ROCKET × 3,000

[THREE MILLION IN GIFTS. THREE. MILLION.]

@iloveSanAndreas: [As expected of the Super Tycoon. He really doesn’t know the meaning of the word "stop."]

@Fuckyou: [This girl just went from 300 viewers to number one trending in under thirty minutes.]

Sophie had stopped trying to sing. She was sitting in front of the camera with both hands clasped over her nose and mouth, tears threatening at the corners of her eyes, watching the gift counter climb past numbers she had never imagined associating with her own name.

"Streak, I don’t, I’ve never even met you."

Her voice cracked.

"Why are you being so generous to me?"

@FreezeFrame: [Because he’s STREAK. That’s why.]

@CryptoGoblin69: [He doesn’t need a reason. He IS the reason.]

"Streak, have you added me on Snapchat?" Sophie leaned toward the camera, her voice earnest and trembling. "Please, add me. I’ll accept immediately. I want to thank you properly."

@GetAJob: [Another queen conquered by the wallet.]

@RentDueTomorrow: [This is the power of money, folks. Witness it. Respect it.]

Stan glanced at the chat request and almost reached for the add button, but his thumb was still on the gift interface, and he wasn’t done. The rebate multiplier was live. Sophie’s favorability was high. Every rocket he sent was coming back to him sevenfold. Stopping now to exchange Snapchat pleasantries would break the rhythm.

He kept going.

SUPER ROCKET × 5,000

SUPER ROCKET × 10,000

Sophie’s stream had gone completely silent. She wasn’t speaking. The chat had slowed, not from lack of interest, but from collective shock. Three hundred thousand viewers were watching the same number climb past every benchmark any of them had ever seen on the platform.

SUPER ROCKET × 20,000

@FreezeFrame: [Twenty thousand rockets. That’s... that’s forty million dollars.]

SUPER ROCKET × 50,000

@I’mNotAD*mbass: [Bro should please stop for my health...]

Sophie had started crying. Not the graceful, photogenic tears of a streamer performing emotion for the camera, real tears, streaming down her cheeks, smearing the light makeup she’d put on two hours ago when she’d thought tonight would be just another quiet, low-viewership evening.

’Is this real? Is this actually happening?’

@YouNeedAJob: [Sigh, that’s a hundred million worth of gifts btw, wasted on one random streamer.]

@I’mPregnant: [I’ve been on this platform for six years and I have never seen anything like this.]

SUPER ROCKET × 80,000

SUPER ROCKET × 100,000

The number sat on the screen like a monument.

One hundred thousand Super Rockets. Two hundred million dollars in total gifting value.

The chat erupted, not in words, but in a wall of emojis, exclamation marks, and incoherent keyboard smashing that scrolled so fast the entire display became a vibrating blur of color.

@Son😭: [TWO HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS.]

@YourDadOnWifi: [I AM LITERALLY SHAKING.]

@StopGooning: [THIS IS THE SINGLE LARGEST GIFT IN TIKTUK LIVE HISTORY.]

@ILoveGooning: [STREAK IS NOT HUMAN. STREAK IS A FINANCIAL PHENOMENON.]

@TypeShii: [Forget the TikTuk Queen. Sophie Youngs is the TikTuk EMPRESS now.]