As someone who prioritizes killing others, I'm forced to stream a death game.

reality.

A middle-aged man, looking visibly shaken, removed his helmet and glanced down at his lower body.

Hmm... thankfully, it's not really wet.

Thankfully, he disconnected the video the moment he received Xiao Yu's warning; otherwise, he might have actually wet his pants.

Even so, the vivid, immersive scene from just now kept replaying in his mind.

The man covered his mouth, turned and rushed into the bathroom, where he leaned over the toilet and began vomiting rainbows.

"vomit--"

"I'm truly impressed..."

"How can that streamer still be laughing so happily? Ugh—"

"Is he really not a real-life serial killer?"

"There were indeed rumors before that death row inmates were livestreaming 'Eternal Night' inside the border area, but I don't know if it's true..."

"vomit--"

"Ugh... I can't take it anymore... Even a death row inmate wouldn't be laughing that happily, right?"

After vomiting for a while, the man leaned against the toilet, looking completely exhausted.

"I can't watch this kind of stuff anymore. I really need to watch something healthy."

he muttered.

After recovering, the man returned to his room and put on the virtual reality headset again.

This time, he didn't go back to watch Liu Ren's live stream. Instead, he skillfully switched to several of his favorite live streams.

Watching the girl inside dance alluringly in front of the camera, the man felt a surge of pleasure.

But this feeling of pleasure vanished within minutes.

The vast expanse of white before my eyes was beautiful, though.

But after seeing so many, they just seem so-so.

Although relying on the various functions of the virtual platform, one can not only watch, but also play all sorts of interactive games.

Therefore, these channels never lose their popularity.

but……

For some reason, the man's mind was still filled with those scenes from just moments ago.

A white, inhuman monster swung its scythe-like arms through the crowd, slicing human bodies into pieces.

Blood splattered everywhere, and screams and cries of agony filled the air.

In addition, the live broadcast camera was very immersive, so those scenes felt as if they were happening right in front of you.

Furthermore, Liu Ren's swordsmanship was superb.

This is such that, even now, when the man looks back, he can still recall exactly where each cut occurred and what the consequences would be.

After spending some time in the healthy live stream room, the man clicked his tongue and stopped reminiscing.

Looking at the woman in front of him again, he felt utterly bored.

"No, this isn't right at all..."

He didn't know why he had such a thought.

I just threw up in the bathroom.

Violence... is different from color.

The latter, at the border, is a perpetually "hot" zone.

The former, on the other hand, is relatively niche.

Humans cannot accept violence that is "completely evil".

Therefore, some partitions are also "taboo" at their boundaries.

But people can accept "virtual evil".

Therefore, many online games are now amplifying this point and constantly vying for the title of "more realistic".

But no one had won until the emergence of "Eternal Night".

After browsing through other online game live streams, Wang Ze logged out after only a few seconds.

"It's so fake!" he exclaimed irritably.

After experiencing the realism of "Eternal Night," he found himself unable to accept the flashy, superficial, and ultimately useless "plastic" feel of other online games.

In the end, after going around in vain, he could only click into the "Eternal Night" section with extremely mixed feelings.

However, out of concern, he did not go directly to Liu Ren's live stream.

Instead, he browsed through other streamers' live streams.

It would have been better if he hadn't looked; once he did, Wang Ze's brows furrowed and never relaxed again.

"What is all this garbage?"

"You bastard, come on!"

Someone stepped on your face!

"Fight back!"

Watching a live stream in a certain "Eternal Night" section, the streamer, in order to survive, humbled himself and let a certain guild's P6 player stomp on his face, while he had to shamelessly smile and praise, "Well done! How can your noble soles be stomping on the ground? My lord, don't stomp on the ground, stomp on my face!"

The guild's P6 member disdainfully stepped on the streamer's face, rubbing it back and forth on his tiptoes: "You're smart. So many people would beg for this chance to be stepped on by me!"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, it's my honor!" the anchor said obsequiously, his face covered in shoe prints.

Wang Ze felt nauseous upon seeing this.

My heart was filled with indescribable frustration.

Looking at the comments, wow, quite a few people felt the same way he did.

Isn't the streamer being way too subservient?

[This guy's practically begging to be stomped on! And he's doing it well?]

Your knees are too weak!

Isn't it uncomfortable to kneel on the ground?

[I can't take it anymore, can the streamer please stop being so useless?]

[What utter nonsense are you talking about? If the streamer doesn't play it safe, he'll get hacked to death soon.]

[Yeah, where did you guys who suddenly appeared come from?]

[The fact that this streamer has managed to survive in "Eternal Night" until now is already pretty amazing!]

[Yeah, the streamer has survived for seven days!]

[A bunch of clueless people, spouting nonsense without understanding anything.]

[I'm just spouting nonsense? Forget it, I can't be bothered to talk to you guys. I can't stand it anymore, I'm leaving.]

I didn't think he had any problems before, but now... I think I'll just forget about it!

[I'm leaving now. I was trying to relax, but the more I read, the more frustrated I felt.]

I used to watch this streamer too, but now... never mind, I can't come back. Goodbye—no, if nothing unexpected happens, it'll probably be goodbye forever!

If only I hadn't read Wen Daoren.

[Now it's all right, it looked awkward no matter how you looked at it, but it's smooth now.]

Wang Ze burst out laughing when he saw the comments.

He then added a comment and left the "Eternal Night" section of the live stream.

I suggest you watch Wen Daoren's live stream. After watching that, you'll understand!

I clicked into Liu Ren's live stream again.

At that moment, although Liu Ren was still buying cigarettes, no fight broke out.

But a feeling of comfort immediately filled Wang Ze's heart.

At this moment, in the chat room of Liu Ren's live stream.

All of them were viewers who had come back from various places, eagerly returning.

[Sorry, host, I'm back.]

[Damn it, I just logged out and checked out the second most popular stream in my section, and it almost gave me a stroke.]

[As expected, Wen Dao's livestream is just the right fit!]

Did you guys go see it too? That "U666" thing?

Yes, it's that old Wu.

[This tactic of hiding in fear is outrageous. Surviving for seven days makes one invincible among those of the same level! Truly amazing!]

But it looks so frustrating!

I didn't realize it before, but it seems there's no harm in comparison, huh?

Before reading Wen Dao Ge: A man should be able to bend and stretch, that's what makes a real man! After reading Wen Dao Ge: Screw your "bending and stretching," I'll stretch and ...

[Other people's livestream: Sorry, I was wrong. Boss, I was really wrong, spare my life! I'll lick your shoes! Wen Dao Ge's livestream: You were wrong? Don't know you were wrong? Die! Know you were wrong? Die!]

【I, Tamagotchi, will kill! ...

[Damn, that's right. Life is already frustrating enough, and watching a live stream makes it even more frustrating. What's the point of watching if I've wasted my time?]

If Heaven hadn't given birth to Brother Wen Dao, the endless night would have stretched on forever!

[Damn it, you guys were just saying the streamer was too scary and you weren't going to watch anymore, and now you've changed your minds after only a few seconds?]

[You said the streamer's laughter was too scary and you weren't watching anymore? Why don't you guys finish watching?]

[What's so scary about it? I've never heard such healthy laughter before!]

[The streamer isn't scary at all. She laughs like a child.]

[The main problem is that it's so frustrating for others to watch; the contrast is huge!]

[What kind of NPCs are these? A bunch of NPCs in the Eternal Night? Do they think they deserve to make us players bow and scrape?]

[I'm going to use Tamagotchi to kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!!]

Let them see what the Fourth Calamity is like!!

[Didn't some of you still watch the health livestream? Why are you back too?]

Wang Ze saw this comment and immediately replied.

[What kind of bullshit woman is she? Just a pink skull! Women only slow down my killing speed!]

[Since you're going to turn into a skeleton sooner or later anyway, I'll send you on your way!]

Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter!

[Wen Dao Ge looked at the comments section with a bewildered expression. How could the public opinion in the live stream have reversed so drastically in just a few minutes?]

If you're a man, come and chop me down in "Eternal Night"!

Liu Ren was not confused.

He just watched the comments in the live stream without saying anything, and didn't seem to care much.

He opened the cigarettes he had just bought in the store, lit one with a plastic lighter, took a puff, and walked with a light step toward the nearest hotel.

It's still the same goal.

The same route.

Alone, just like everyone else.

The mangled corpses were still scattered on the street.

The air was thick with the smell of blood, making one feel as if they were swimming in a pool of blood.

Liu Rengang walked out of this street.

Then they saw a group of dark figures coming towards them.

As they walked past the streetlights, many of them still wore expressions of guilt and fear.

Only the figure at the very front had an indifferent expression.

Upon seeing Liu Ren emerge, he raised his hand, signaling his Black Crow underlings to leave: "Stay away."

"Yes, yes!" The Black Crow's underlings were overjoyed and immediately began to retreat, not daring to linger for even a second longer.

Judging from this posture, Liu Ren immediately guessed the level of that person's strength.

However, instead of turning and running away, he asked, "Are you also a member of the Black Crows?"

The man didn't answer, but instead asked, "Are you Liu Ren?"

"it's me."

"The Red Demon's boss wants your life." The man said, reaching out and grabbing, black energy continuously condensing in his hand.

He pulled out a pistol—but the gun looked more like a work of art than a weapon designed for killing.

Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, Liu Ren inhaled half a cigarette in one go, the gray smoke drifting to the side of his head with his exhale.

"Are you so sure that a gun can kill me?"

"Heh..." The man grinned, his smile cold and cruel. "You can try—Ghost Devourer."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger.