I stormed straight into the live stream, interrupting Daniel mid-bite, holding up the 20 takeout orders in my hands.

"Daniel, you can't keep eating. This is terrible for your health. I'll help you eat. You should take a break."

Daniel lifted his head from his plate, confused. "Ryan, I'm streaming. Can you not cause trouble right now?"

I stepped into the frame, making sure my face was fully visible. I had dressed up for this, and being slimmer than Daniel naturally made me look sharper and more attractive on screen.

He was still a small-time streamer with almost no loyal followers. The moment I appeared, the chat exploded. Everyone wanted to watch me eat.

Daniel didn't dare scold me on camera, so he stood up and motioned for me to take over.

I reached for a box of fruit salad first. It was mostly mango, which Daniel was allergic to.

I chose it intentionally. I wanted to see if the transfer system worked both ways. If I ate something he couldn't, would he react?

I finished the fruit salad. The chat praised my eating style, saying it was satisfying to watch, and a few viewers even sent me generous gifts.

I gave Daniel a faint smile. "Seems like the audience likes watching me eat more. Don't worry, this was just a spur-of-the-moment idea. All the gifts are yours."

Daniel scowled, clearly unhappy at losing the spotlight.

I kept my eyes on his face, hoping to catch any sign of an allergic reaction, but I saw nothing but anger.

One fruit salad clearly wouldn't do. I took out a large mango pudding and a giant slice of layered mango cake.

Daniel tried to take back control. "Ryan, my streaming career is just starting. If you want to stream, create your own account. Don't steal my spotlight. Move over and let me eat. If you insist, we can eat together and see who eats more."

He reached for his plate of spicy aglio e olio, but I grabbed it first and held it up to the camera.

"I'm just looking out for your health. This pasta is loaded with chili, which isn't great for your stomach, especially with ice-cold soda. If you want to eat, go for something lighter, like oatmeal."

I grabbed one of the takeout boxes—a hearty serving of oatmeal loaded with nuts and dried fruit—and set it in front of me.

The chat loved my thoughtful gesture. They called me handsome and kind, sent even more gifts, and urged Daniel to take a break. Everyone wanted to watch me instead.

Daniel looked like he wanted to call Chloe for backup, but she was grinning at the gift revenue flashing on her screen. As far as she was concerned, anyone who made money was fine, especially since I was earning more than Daniel.

Despite my stomach protesting, I finished the mango pudding and the layered mango cake. However, Daniel didn't show a single reaction.

In the past, he would have broken out in hives after just one bite of mango.

Damn it. The transfer system was one-sided.

Everything Daniel ate went to me, but nothing I ate transferred to him.

Feeling completely stuffed, I waved my phone at the camera. "It's late, everyone. Get some sleep. Staying up isn't good for you. See you next time if fate allows."

After saying goodbye to the viewers, I ended the live stream.

Back in my car, I grabbed a plastic bag and emptied my stomach, vomiting everything I had just eaten.

I made it home deep into the night, but rest was out of the question.

As long as I stayed in the dark, my life remained at risk.

I lay in bed, tossing restlessly, when a sudden wave of nausea twisted through my gut.

I gagged hard, but nothing came up. The feeling reminded me of being a kid, forced to choke down greasy meat that made my throat tighten.

I staggered to the fridge, grabbed an ice cream bar, and hoped the cold would settle the queasiness.

It didn't help at all.

Then it hit me.

I grabbed my phone and opened Daniel's stream. Sure enough, he was live again.

"For tonight's show, I'm eating nothing but thick-cut bacon. Gifts up, folks."

He held up a slab of glossy, quivering fat and bit into it like it was candy. Even through the screen, the sight was nauseating.

I immediately typed into the chat.

"Stop eating! That's disgusting!"

Daniel glanced at the comment and smirked.

"Who do you think you are? I'm not stopping just because you told me to. Let's see if you've got what it takes."

The nausea intensified. I quickly sent several expensive gifts, hoping to get him to quit.

The gifts went through, but Daniel didn't stop. Instead, he hauled out a giant mixing bowl filled with mayonnaise.

"If bacon's not your thing, I'll go for something lighter."

Mayonnaise was practically pure grease. He shoveled it in by the spoonful, and I nearly vomited blood from the revulsion.

"What are you doing to me? Why am I the one paying for it every time you eat?

"Stop, Daniel! Don't eat another bite!"

He only laughed harder as he read my frantic messages.

A stabbing pain ripped through my abdomen. I used the last of my strength to dial 911.

Thankfully, the paramedics arrived fast enough to drag me back from the brink. Just like in my previous life, I had gone into acute pancreatitis from sheer stomach overload.

The doctor looked over my chart, baffled. "With how thin you are, I'm surprised you can put away that much food."

I stayed silent, signed the discharge papers, and headed straight to Daniel's place. The moment the door opened, I pressed a kitchen knife to his throat.

"Ryan, what the hell are you doing? Calm down!"

I didn't bother with pleasantries. I glared at him and said, "I'm done with this. Tell me why I'm the one suffering every time you eat."

Daniel blinked, pretending to be clueless. "Dude, what are you even talking about? I seriously have no idea."

My grip tightened on the knife. "Drop the act. Talk."

His face was drained of color. "Okay, okay! Calm down, I'll talk!"

Then he suddenly shrieked, "Chloe, help!"

I hadn't even realized she was behind me. She kicked me hard, knocking me to the floor, and wrestled the knife out of my hand.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

She turned on Daniel's stream right there, then dumped 30 burgers onto the table.

"Didn't you say you're the one who gets sick whenever Daniel eats? Fine. Let the viewers decide if that's true."

The viewers had no idea what was happening. Comments flooded the screen.

Chloe addressed the camera. "Everyone, my boyfriend's lost it. He claims everything Dan eats transfers into his stomach. You're all witnesses tonight. If he keeps acting crazy, I'm breaking up with him."

Daniel grabbed a burger and took a huge bite without hesitation. The overwhelming fullness hit me like a hammer. My stomach couldn't take another bite. Pain ripped through me, my knees gave way, and I collapsed to the floor, shaking.

Someone in the chat tagged Chloe and wrote, "He's faking it. Smack him a couple times, and he'll shape up."

She stared at me coldly. "If you're still going to put on a show, I won't hold back."

I clenched my fists and pressed against the wall to steady myself, forcing a smile. "I'm not faking it. It's just my stomach acting up. Am I not even allowed to get sick?"

With Chloe here, live on stream, there was nothing I could do. I had no choice but to leave this chaotic scene.

However, Chloe wouldn't let me go. She even urged Daniel to finish the remaining burgers.

"Don't act up again. Consider this a lesson," she said coldly.

Back at the hospital, the doctor glared at me in exasperation, asking why I had eaten again. He wondered if I had some sort of binge‑eating disorder and even suggested I see a therapist.

I laughed bitterly. In truth, I hadn't eaten properly in days. My stomach felt perpetually full.

This time, the doctor refused to discharge me. I had to stay in the hospital for treatment. I listened, obediently remaining in the ward.

It didn't take long before I sensed Daniel bingeing once more.

I opened the live stream and saw Chloe taking him on a food tour, ordering everything in the restaurant.

At the same time, a message popped up on my phone from Daniel. "Ryan, Chloe took me out of town. There's so much good food, and I don't want to waste any of it. I'll eat it all."

My blood boiled. I wanted nothing more than to fly there and tear Daniel apart.

Then, my eyes landed on the medication the doctor had prescribed me.

Finally, it all clicked. I understood why this was happening.

The moment the truth hit me, I jumped from the hospital bed in joy.

Over the next few days, Daniel traveled from one restaurant to another, livestreaming every stop. His streams caused quite a stir online. He could eat massive portions and never purge, yet somehow maintain his figure.

Other competitive eaters grew jealous and challenged him. Daniel accepted without hesitation, agreeing to a showdown with a fellow streamer who had over a million followers.

In my previous life, it was this exact contest that had killed me at home. This time, I lounged in the hospital bed, resting and recovering before leaving.

Soon, the day of the competition arrived. Over ten thousand viewers flooded the live stream instantly.

Ten massive bowls of mashed potatoes were lined up in front of Daniel. As he lifted the first serving to eat, his expression wavered, and he instinctively set it back down.

Chloe panicked. "Dan, hurry up! They've already started!"

He forced a nod and tried to continue, but hunched over, gripping his stomach. Chloe leaned in to check on him.

Then, in front of a live audience of more than ten thousand, Daniel let out an enormous fart that echoed across the stream.

The next instant, the stench spread through the room, and he passed out cold.

I couldn't stop laughing at the scene.

A moment later, Chloe's call came through. "What did you do?"

I smiled faintly. "Take a guess."