I was right.

Rena’s “cooling transfer system” was not a one-way drain. It was a temperature exchange.

Even in the intense sauna, I felt unusually cool.

But outside the sauna…

“Ah!!!”

Rena’s screams sounded like a tape being snapped. Each one was louder than the last.

Even through two fire escape doors, I could picture her curled up on the floor while wailing in agony.

Her skin had been scorched crimson by the sudden surge of 140 degrees Fahrenheit heat. Beads of sweat evaporated into white vapor the moment they broke through her skin. She was like a live shrimp tossed into boiling water.

“Mila! Get the hell out here!”

Rio’s roar followed immediately. His fists pounded against the sauna door, producing a dull “thud, thud” sound.

I glanced down at my wristband. Time remaining: 09:47.

The lock was electronic. It had been bolted shut from the inside. Without the administrator’s password, no one could open it.

“Rena’s about to die! Her whole body is blistered from the heat! Do you freaking want to kill her?!”

Rio’s voice trembled, like a chicken being choked.

I raised my hand and drew a smiley face in the fog on the glass door.

“Rio, what are you talking about? I simply just wanted to take a sauna.

“If Rena is feeling hot, just take her to cool off in the air conditioning.”

I spoke to the door as I enunciated every word filled with sarcasm.

There was a second of silence outside.

Then came even more violent kicking against the door, mixed with Rena’s wails.

“Mila! I’m sorry! I’ll unbind the system! Come out, I’m begging you…”

By the end of her scream, her voice was scorched hoarse by the heat. It snapped like a dry twig.

“Mila! You’re crazy!”

Rio began smashing the door lock with a metal fire extinguisher. Sparks flew everywhere.

I calmly opened my phone and switched to the live-streaming interface.

The title was already there.

[Awakening Superpowers: Challenging a 140 degrees Fahrenheit Sauna Without Breaking a Sweat!]

I pointed the camera at myself, with the steamy sauna as the backdrop. Outside the door was Rio’s contorted face. In the distance, Rena was surrounded by staff…

Her white dress had already stuck to her scorching skin. Peeling it off would strip away a layer of bloody flesh.

The live chat exploded instantly.

As soon as the stream went live, comments like “scripted” and “staged” flooded the screen.

[140 degrees Fahrenheit? Sis, did you use a thermometer to check the radiator?]

[I’m a regular at the sauna. I’ve baked myself at 80 degrees Fahrenheit before, but I was gasping for air within a minute. Ten hours? Even if you’re bragging, you should at least write a draft first.]

[That mist clearly comes from a humidifier. Streamer, do you dare to point the camera right at the thermometer?]

Without saying a word, I wedged my phone into a wall mount. The camera pointed straight at the thermometer.

The red number “140 degrees Fahrenheit” was as steady as a rock, while the “170 degrees Fahrenheit MAX” mark beside it was still flashing.

The chat fell silent for half a second. Then, it went even crazier.

[Props! They must’ve added dry ice!]

[The guy above knows his stuff. Dry ice turns into “mystical mist” the second it hits water.]

I reached down and grabbed the stainless steel ladle from the floor. I scooped up a ladleful of water and splashed it toward the corner with a splash.

Sizzle…

White mist exploded outward. A wave of heat hit the lens, instantly fogging it with steam.

My whole face turned bright red from the heat. Beads of sweat had barely formed before they were vaporized. Leaving only salt crystals clinging to my eyelashes.

I licked my lips, tasting a hint of rust, before speaking up. “Any other questions?”

The chat fell silent for three seconds.

[Holy… Her skin is actually red!]

[Girl, we’ll send you donations. Don’t risk your life!]

I smiled sweetly and flashed a heart sign at the camera.

“Start sending donations. For every ten rockets, I’ll extend the stream by another hour.”

Donation announcements filled the screen.

Rio, standing outside the door, heard the notification sound and turned green with rage.

“Rena! You freaking dare to go live…”

I wiped the fog off the camera lens.

“Shh.

“Let you guys get a taste of what it’s like to have your misfortune getting feasted on.”