Chapter 179


    Harvardy on his bed, counting the amount of money he would make.


    The statistics weren’t out yet, but he made a rough estimate. Sponsors, affiliate links, ads… at least a


    hundred thousand dors!


    “I’m going to be rich!”


    Harvard’s heart was positively singing.


    He had over five hundred thousand views now, and getting to a million would be easy peasy with the


    way things were going.


    Once he had made it big, raking in millions every month was highly possible too.


    Even if he lost subscribers after that, he would still have two to three hundred thousand at least. That


    many subscribers would get him… at least fifty thousand dors a month, if he epted sponsors and


    put affiliate links in his livestreams.


    Harvard suddenly felt as if the bed he was sleeping on was too hard. He looked around him, and found


    the shabby room barely livable all of a sudden!


    He was going to make millions every month now. How could he live in a house like this!


    He took his phone out at once, opening an app to browse through listings… He considered looking for


    a luxury apartment to rent. But on second thought, what was a millionaire doing renting houses?


    He was going to buy a house!


    Just then, he realized that his videos had been taken down.


    Harvard sat up at once and thought, What was going on?


    He opened the tform he put his videos on, and saw a notification, “Your video has broken


    community guidelines, and has been taken down!”


    Harvard let out a bark of enragedughter. He had edited the video himself, and shot everything


    himself as well! There was no violence, nudity or drug consumption involved…which guidelines did he


    break?


    Which jealous bastard had reported him?


    Harvard glowered at the screen, and re-uploaded the video with a different title.


    Then he realized… his ount had been banned.


    Harvard called the customer hotline in a fit of rage, and was told that he had filmed videos of other


    people for personal gain and overstepped their personal boundaries. These people were going to sue


    him.


    Harvard was speechless.


    “You’re abusing your power! You’re just hating because I blew up!” Harvard was overwhelmed, yelling


    his head off. “I want to make a report!”


    The customer service rep responded coldly, “Apologies. We have more than enough evidence to take


    your videos down. You should be worried about thatwsuit.”


    Harvard hung up in a fit of rage.


    He did not care about what he was being sued for. There were tens of thousands of videos that vited


    community guidelines all the time, there was no way they would get him!


    The worst thing that could happen was getting your ount banned, nothing more.


    Even if they were going to sue him, did they even know where he lived? He was going to move the next


    day, then!


    The only thing that Harvard was sad about was his ount. Five hundred thousand subscribers!


    Gone, just like that!


    One guidelines were vited, the tform had the right to ban any ount.


    Which was to say that the hundred thousand dors that he had just made, would all go back to the


    tform before he had even seen it!


    “Motherf*cker!” Harvard cursed, incensed. “This tform’s a scam, preying on the weak and


    vulnerable!”


    He switched to another ount, but still couldn’t upload the video. It didn’t get through even if he


    censored most of it.


    After trying a few times, the alternate ount was banned as well.


    This alternate ount had also amassed a small amount of subscribers from his ‘Theory of Ghosts’


    videos, and all of them were now gone too.


    Harvard was going to throw up.


    This issue was a hot topic that had blown up on all tforms, and Harvard was certain that topics like


    these usually died down within a week.


    When was the next time he was going to run into such a rare opportunity?


    Harvard gritted his teeth. He had used his own details to make the main ount, and his mother’s to


    open the alternate ount, so… he made another ount with his father’s details.


    “I’ve figured out how to get traction… the first thing to do is to look for a hot topic! And make something


    new out of it!”


    Harvard’s new method was quite something.


    He spent an entire night, and finally found the profiles of the two girls who had fallen into the water but


    survived. There were photos of them on there, too.


    He had even found a selfie video.


    He then edited the pictures and the videos together, making a new video and posting it to his ount.


    Thus, he had sessfully stolen the identity of the girls.


    The next day was important. Harvard found a post-it note, and wrote on it:


    ‘I’ve had enough. These people keep telling me that he saved me, and I should be kind to his parents!


    They even want me to give his family money! I don’t even know him, why should I have to pay respects


    to his parents? Did I beg him to save me? It’s just his own fate that he couldn’t make it out alive, how is


    it my fault?’


    The paragraph was written from the perspective of the girl who had been rescued.


    He then bought a view booster, and uploaded it…


    Sure enough, the video blew up at once!


    Netizens stumbled on this supposed ount of the girl who had fallen into the water, and were


    enraged.


    “Are you seriously ming him for saving your life? It’s bad enough that you’re not grateful, but to say


    all this too… are you even human?”


    Harvard responded at once. “Did I beg him to save me?”


    Theizens saw this, and practically exploded. “You’re a life! He was just saving a life!”


    Harvard responded, “And who the hell are you?”


    Thements were a mess, with people tagging other ounts to check the video out and curse the


    girl out together. Harvard responded to every singlement.


    He was able to hit everyment where it hurt, attracting more and more hate. The video blew up


    more and more, surpassing a hundred thousand likes within the day…


    Harvard smirked. “That’s the secret to going viral!”


    He spent the next few days posing new sentiments, waiting for the poprity to reach a certain level


    before deleting all the videos. He would change the ount’s name and description, and copy the


    original information into a new ount with a single video apologizing, saying ‘I’m done with the


    Inte’…


    He would then use the original ount to post a few videos of pretty ces, inspirational quotes and


    lock screen savers…


    Doing this made it hard for the ount’s followers to tell who was posting, and mistook him for just


    some random blogger. The followers remained, seeing as content like this made it easy to retain


    traction.


    As for what might happen to the girl… Harvard didn’t really care. He had to put himself first! It wasn’t


    like she would die from a few lies. No, making money was more important.


    “Ha ha… ha ha…” Harvard’s gaze shed ruefully.


    He continued running the ount, whistling to himself and ordering takeout.


    A whileter, there was a knock at the door. Harvard thought that the takeout had arrived, and opened


    the door to the sight of a few men dressed in ck t-shirts.


    There was a particrly tall man, leaning against the corridor railing and looking up at the sky.


    He turned around as the door opened. “Harvard Schumacher?”


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    Harvard grew wary. “Who are you?”


    ke cracked his knuckles, snapping his fingers once.


    He smirked coldly, “Hold him down! Be careful, and talk to him nicely.”


    Before Harvard could react, he was hit in the face with a punch. He saw stars at once, his mind buzzing


    nkly.


    Was this considered talking nicely?!