Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Harvard lay 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 dollars! “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 dollars a month, if he accepted 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 platform 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 enraged laughter. 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 account 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 | 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 that lawsuit.” 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 violated community guidelines all the time, there was no way they would get him! The worst thing that could happen was getting your account 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 account. Five hundred thousand subscribers! Gone, just like that! One guidelines were violated, the platform had the right to ban any account.

Which was to say that the hundred thousand dollars that he had just made, would all go back to the platform before he had even seen it! “Motherf*cker!” Harvard cursed, incensed. “This platform's a scam, preying on the weak and vulnerable!” He switched to another account, 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 account was banned as well.

This alternate account 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 platforms, 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 account, and his mother’s to open the alternate account, so... he made another account 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 account.

Thus, he had successfully 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 | should be kind to his parents! They even want me to give his family money! | don’t even know him, why should | have to pay respects to his parents? Did | 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 account of the girl who had fallen into the water, and were enraged.

“Are you seriously blaming 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 | beg him to save me?” The netizens saw this, and practically exploded. “You're a life! He was just saving a life!” Harvard responded, “And who the hell are you?” The comments were a mess, with people tagging other accounts to check the video out and curse the girl out together. Harvard responded to every single comment.

He was able to hit every comment 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 popularity to reach a certain level before deleting all the videos. He would change the account's name and description, and copy the original information into a new account with a single video apologizing, saying ‘I'm done with the Internet’...

He would then use the original account to post a few videos of pretty places, inspirational quotes and lock screen savers...

Doing this made it hard for the account'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 flashed ruefully.

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

Awhile later, 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 black t-shirts.

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

He turned around as the door opened. “Harvard Schumacher?” Harvard grew wary. “Who are you?” Blake 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 blankly.

Was this considered talking nicely?!