1 Prologue

In a dark room where the only light shone off two monitors, a young 21-year-old man named Noah Stirling was streaming his competitive gameplay. Operation Breakpoint was the name of the game, and Noah needed perfect aim, perfect callouts, and perfect awareness in order to become the best.

Yet, even though he was fairly decent and there were popular streamers playing the game with lots of viewers, Noah averaged at most 10 viewers. Instead of being angry that they had more viewers, he obviously knew that they were better at the game than he was.

But the same cannot be said for the countless women streaming their half-naked bodies on camera for thousands and thousands of viewers. Not only were they the target of his anger, but the people in their chat supporting them, coomers, were his targets as well.

While it was clear that he was jealous and envious of their success because of their hot and sexy bodies, Noah felt insecure about himself since he wasn't much to look at.

Noah was about 177 cm tall and had short brown hair and dark brown eyes. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt with blue jeans and black socks on his feet. Having a below-average-looking face and an awkward personality, he wasn't all that famous with the girls at the college that he attended.

It would be accurate to say that he was a loser in their eyes, as well as a loser on the internet. He doesn't go much outside as he plays Operation Breakpoint, or OBP, all day every day. All that he managed to gain from that game was average skills with no success.

At this rate, Noah would be better off quitting the game altogether or only playing it for fun and getting a 9-5 job. Thinking about this frustrated him a lot, which only angered him more when he saw the astronomical numbers these women were pulling.

Right now, Noah had lost a game of OBP, and he slammed his desk in frustration because he carried his teammates only for them to 'sell him,' and manage to earn a gut-wrenching defeat. It was even more depressing when he looked over at the client of the streaming platform, LiveFlow; the chat was grilling him for sucking so badly.

"You're so bad."

"You suck."

"Get a job."

Noah read out all the chats one by one aloud, and he wanted to say something back to them and list the numerous reasons why he lost and how it wasn't his fault, but there was no point.

Slamming his desk again in anger, he decided to end the stream to cool off. "Fuck!" He said so angrily and logged off his account and back onto his alt account, which was a separate identity.

After logging into the alt account, he viewed the numerous streams that the women had, and already, he could see that they had 5k+, 6k+, and even 10k+ viewers, while he could only manage to scrape up a mere 10.

It's gotten to the point where he doesn't even consider these viewers people. They were just numbers to him, and he wanted to reach more and more viewers.

After every stream, Noah would then log onto his alt account to send hate messages to the creators, expressing how easy it was to be a woman and how easy it was to flaunt their bodies on the screen and gain so much attention.

"Bunch of fucking attention whores..." Noah muttered while typing away at the keyboard, finishing his last message to the last women he sent hate messages to.

While there was a majority of these creators ignoring his message, some had responded verbally or straight up banning him without another thought.

"Excuse Me?"

"What did you say?"

"Can one of the mods ban that guy?!"

"Mods, Hit the Second Tower!"

Like the hypocrite that Noah was, when these women responded to his messages, it excited him greatly because he loved the attention that was given to him. His heart was racing, and adrenaline was coursing through his body.

"More, even more..." Noah started sending more and more hate messages to the point where this account was banned by lots of creators, and even when he messaged the women with lower-ranking viewers, he still managed to get that same addicting feeling.

However, when everything was said and done, and with his alt account officially terminated off the platform, the adrenaline died down, and he felt like shit. It felt great sending these messages during the moment, but now that it was over, he knew that these women were surely hurt by the messages he sent; at least some of them were.

"Why... why did I do that...?" Putting his hands on his face, Noah tried to calm down his nerves. A sickening feeling started to swell in his body, and he hated the way that he gained attention. At other people's expense, that was the only way he could.

But, when he was trying to get over negative feelings about his actions, Noah heard an alert from his computer, letting him know that he had gotten a new email sent to his personal email account.

Sighing, "I guess I'll check it out." He mumbled and opened up the email, and it was sent by some unknown person. There was no name, no subject, just a weird, cryptic message with an attachment link at the bottom of the email.

—

From: Unknown

Subject: None

Message -

[Greetings, XxDeathStreak6969xX, or should I say, Noah Stirling.]

[After recent reports, we've noticed your misplaced anger was targeted at the women who showed their bodies to the camera, earning quite a bit of success with it. Yet, instead of being angry at the overall game, you were angry at the players.]

[Taking all of this into account, we selected you from everyone else to try our new application that would completely change your life. With this application, you will no longer have to worry about gaining success, as it is guaranteed with time.]

[Noah, do you wish to be more famous than the numerous women you sent hate messages to in order to gain attention?]

[Do you wish to have all eyes placed on you while having a bit of fun doing it?]

[Do you wish to become the most attractive, irresistible person in the entire world, all at the click of a button?]

[If you've answered yes to each one, click the attachment link, and may your life truly begin!]

{ATTACHTMENT LINK}

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"What the hell is this...?" Noah looked at this suspicious-looking email with cautious yet interested eyes. It wasn't the first time that a weird email had been sent his way, but none of them actually knew his real name.

He's made sure that his personal email account isn't linked to his real life, as it's only used for pleasure instead of business. Nonetheless, this sudden email knew that this email belonged to him, as well as his main LiveFlow account name too.

Scanning the email over and over, Noah didn't know why, but there was some kind of beckoning feeling that came to him. There was a feeling that this strange email was somehow telling the truth—that his life would really change if he had just clicked the attachment link at the bottom of the email.

"This is obviously fake... but, what if it's not...?" Closing his eyes, hoping that this email was telling the truth, Noah hovered over the blue link and clicked on it.

Yet, a few seconds later, nothing happened. There was just a blue processing circle that hovered underneath the mouse icon on the screen, doing nothing but spinning and spinning for seconds, which turned into minutes.

Sighing in disappointment, Noah shook his head. "It was fake; it was probably some virus or something that couldn't handle the premium firewall that I've installed into the computer."

Just when Noah was about to turn his attention away from the computer, numerous cmd.exe prompts opened up and started writing down countless messages along the lines of

"Connecting to WiFi,"

"Finding Smartphone,"

"Found Noah's Smartphone,"

"Connecting and installing the Adult Star App,"

In a fit of panic, Noah was trying to close down all these cmd.exe programs, but no matter what he did, they just wouldn't close. What was even worse was that his smartphone, which was resting on the L-shaped desk he was sitting at, started to turn on and unlock automatically.

From there, he could see that an app on his phone was installing. The app had a silhouette of a naked woman standing in front of a golden yellow star, which quite literally gave it the name "Adult Star."

It took several minutes for the app to actually install, and again, no matter what Noah did, he couldn't delete the app or turn off his phone. It was stuck downloading, and he couldn't do anything else with the phone until the app finished.

Several minutes later, this "Adult Star App" was finished installing, and Noah was now staring at it, wondering if he should press on it or not. He was tempted to try and delete the app in case it was something terrible, but the nagging feeling of wanting success got the better of him.

"Alright... here goes nothing..."