[ILivestreamDivination] Chapter 34.5 — A Dream of Golden Millet

On the other side of the country, on a high mountain, countless people gathered to prepare for the upcoming wingsuit flying competition. Among many athletes present, Dong Ming was the one who was most anticipated by the crowd.

But today, for some reason, he was a little distracted and his heart was beating a little too fast, as if it was sensing danger.

He couldn’t help but sigh. He had made a lot of money and gained both fame and fortune. At the same time, he was getting older and older, his physical fitness was not as good as that of young people, and he was becoming increasingly unsuitable for the extreme sports industry which naturally required extremely high physical fitness.

However, there was no limit to human desires. After climbing one level, your eyes will look up to the next level. He wanted to make some money while he was young so that he and his family could live a better life.

Anyway, he was blessed with good luck and destiny. He has not had any troubles in the many times he has done this before, and he would not have any troubles now.

He made up his mind, but for some unknown reason, a sudden wave of sleepiness swept over him, filling his brain. His eyelids fluttered up and down, and he couldn’t help but yawn.

Why am I so tired? I really want to sleep.

At this time, a staff member passed by and suddenly smiled at him and said, “I heard that someone just called the organizer and asked you not to participate in the competition, saying that you would be out today. These people say really unlucky things!”

Dong Ming didn’t think so. “Now there are more and more pranks.”

The staff member hummed, looked down at his watch, and said, “It’s about to start. Remember to hurry up and get ready.”

“Okay,” Dong Ming agreed immediately.

He put his things in the lounge, shook his head to resist his sleepiness, left the lounge and came to the preparation area.

Everyone was suited up, and the staff nearby checked the safety of their equipment for the last time.

Dong Ming took a deep breath and tried his best to dispel the sleepiness in his mind and his brain finally became clear.

He looked at the nearly ten thousand-zhang¹ drop below the cliff and took a deep breath. I must win!

At this time, the game was being livestreamed on the internet, and countless people cheered for Dong Ming.

He wore a flying suit with two wings and parachute equipment. When the competition started, he jumped off the cliff and used his body to fly in the air without power.

A feeling of loss swept through his body, adrenaline surged, and he spread his wings and soared into the sky like a bird.

So cool! he thought.

But at this time, the airflow that should have brought him downwards instead blew him upwards. He couldn’t help but bend his legs, causing him to descend into a dive.

Ahh, this was a fatal mistake!

For example, if the nose of an airplane was raised too much, it would cause the aircraft to stall and fall, and it would be unable to change its course in an instant.

As a result, the steep mountain range in front of him got closer and closer, three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters, ten meters…

At no other time did he ever realize more clearly than now that he was going to die.

His eyes widened and deep regret emerged in his heart. He knew clearly that his physical fitness was declining and the number of training sessions he did was reduced, but he still arrogantly chose to participate in the competition, and now he finally tasted the bitter consequences of his inactions.

When his parents hear that he died in this game…

Thinking of the old man’s earnest instructions, Dong Ming closed his eyes with tears in his eyes.

Was it the fame and fortune that counted? Or was it his family?

If he was asked to make a choice again—he would choose the last option without hesitation. Without family, who would even spend the money he would leave behind?

In a snap, he hit a high mountain peak, and before he even had time to feel the pain, flesh and blood exploded like mist.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

Dong Ming suddenly raised his head, sweating profusely and panting. He looked around and the familiar lounge came into view.

Wasn’t he dead? How was he still alive?

This Underworld looked too similar to the human world.

At this time, a staff member walked up to him and said with a smile, “Dong Ming, don’t sleep. I heard that someone just called the organizer and asked you not to participate in the competition, saying that you would be out today. These people say really unlucky things!”

Dong Ming: “???”

“Didn’t you just tell me these things?”

“When did I tell you?” The staff member was very confused. “You must have been sleeping.”

Dong Ming: “…”

In a flash, he understood what had happened to him: he had had a prophetic dream.

Under the puzzled eyes of the staff member, he immediately stood up, his heart fearful. “I want to quit the competition! I want to be with my family!”

… …

The wingsuit flight competition was about to begin. Dong Ming was so anxious that he walked around the lounge worriedly, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

The audience in the livestream channel also felt sorry for Dong Ming.

[The wingsuit flying competition is about to begin in one minute.]

[Alas, there were only ten minutes left before the start of the game when the predestined person connected, so what the streamer could do is very limited.]

[I don’t dare to watch the news anymore, RIP.]

At this moment, Dong Ming’s parent’s phone suddenly rang.

Everyone’s heart skipped a beat, feeling that it was an ominous call.

Dong Ming’s mother answered the phone with trembling hands. As soon as the call was connected, a burst of crying noises came from the phone.

Dong Ming’s mother cried instantly. Was her son now gone?

As she listened, she found that the crying voice sounded a bit familiar. No, it seemed to be her son’s voice.

She turned on the speakerphone and let her husband listen.

The two of them looked at each other, their hearts tightening, and deep surprise flashed in their eyes. This was their son’s voice!

Dong Ming was obviously a rough-styled man, but he cried in front of them for a long time. After all, no one could bear to die even once. It took him a long time to calm down a little.

“Dad, Mom, I just had a very real dream. I dreamed that I crashed into the mountain and died. Wingsuit flying is very good, but I have had so many injuries over the years and I am already old, so I am not worthy of playing this sport anymore. I swear, I will never do these dangerous sports again and find other safe jobs.”

Just after he finished speaking, Dong Ming’s parents cried with joy.

I Livestream Divination to the World translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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