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Shanghai Stadium.

The moment the signal was interrupted.

Tens of thousands of spectators remained in various stiff postures.

The entire room fell silent.

The audience gaped, their smiles froze, and their glow sticks hung motionless in mid-air.

Under the stage spotlight, Xia Mi and several voice actors were also frozen in place.

Their minds went blank.

What just happened?

The senior student was eaten?

Xia Mi was standing here just moments before, proudly telling everyone that this would be a story full of love and courage.

But that strong yet gentle senior student lost her head.

A terrifying thought instantly opened her mind.

She recalled the various strange voice-over requests Su Bai had made.

Su Bai said at the time that it was a nightmare scene.

It turns out, it wasn't a nightmare after all.

A wave of intense nausea surged up from her stomach, and Xia Mi covered her mouth, her body trembling violently.

The pink dress she had specially worn to celebrate now felt so ironic it made her breathless.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

A piercing scream, inhuman and shrill, ripped through the night sky from the stadium.

Then, the whole place erupted.

"What the hell was that?! Was I seeing things?!"

"Did I mess with you?! Give me my money back! Bilibili, you and that old scoundrel Su conspired together, didn't you?! You're playing me for fools!"

"You old scoundrel Su! You're not human!!"

Roaring, crying, cursing.

The stadium instantly turned into a vortex of riots.

On stage, Xia Mi looked at the faces below the audience, which had gone from happiness to distorted, and felt like a sinner.

It was she who told this colossal lie to everyone.

"Quick! Protect the voice actors! Get out of here!"

Security personnel rushed onto the stage and surrounded the several terrified girls.

Xia Mi was carried away from this hellish scene, like a puppet with its strings cut.

Her eyes were lifeless, and she kept muttering the same sentence to herself.

"He's a fraud..."

Meanwhile, after Bilibili's live streaming room crashed.

The global internet has descended into an unprecedented frenzy.

At the same time, all social media platforms around the world were ignited by the same anger.

The tech department's phones were ringing off the hook, and countless programmers were dragged out of their sleep to scream in despair as server crash alarms kept popping up.

"We can't hold on! We simply can't hold on! The traffic is like a tsunami!"

When the server was finally salvaged, everyone witnessed an apocalyptic scene.

The trending topics list was completely overwhelmed.

#Where's my senior's hair?#

#The Suzhou-style healing is back#

#I'll kill you, you old scoundrel Su#

#500 Million People Worldwide Suffer from Insomnia#

#Unsubscribe from Xiaoyuan merchandise#

The former president of the previously disbanded Su Laozei PTSD Mutual Aid Association issued a manifesto in blood and tears.

[I was wrong! I repent! I actually believed this devil's words! Brothers, the association is reorganizing! Level One combat alert! Our slogan is: Kill that old scoundrel Su!!]

The fan who had just boasted online about snatching ten limited-edition USB drives from senior students is now live-streaming.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted, and he took out his prized possessions one by one, pointing them at the camera.

Then he used a hammer to smash the heads of those chibi-style female students to pieces.

"Su Bai! Did you see that?! This is what will happen to you!"

He pointed a hammer at the camera, screaming, tears streaming down his face.

At the stadium, Bilibili content creators went completely crazy.

A well-known content creator was slapping himself hard across the face, crying and shouting as he did so.

"How could I believe that again?!"

Another female content creator slumped in a chair, her eyes vacant, muttering to herself.

"This is the most magnificent magic that old scoundrel Su was talking about..."

The wave of anger is turning into concrete action.

Within just ten minutes, Bilibili and official Chinese media received millions of complaints.

"I want to report this! Puella Magi Madoka Magica contains bloody and violent content! It's a bad influence on children!"

An angry mother roared on the phone.

The operator answered, her voice trembling.

"Madam, please calm down."

"What do you want me to do with lychees?! My daughter has been crying ever since she saw them! Su Bai has to take responsibility!"

This storm also swept through the business world.

The headquarters of Tongmeng Factory, Chairman's office.

The smile on Wang Fugui's face had not completely faded.

He held a glass of 82 Lafite in his hand, ready to toast again to his brilliant decision to create Puella Magi Madoka Magica merchandise.

The office door was suddenly kicked open.

His secretary stumbled in, his face completely drained of color.

"Chairman Wang! Something terrible has happened!"

Wang Fugui frowned.

"What's the panic! The sky isn't going to fall down."

The secretary handed over the tablet with trembling hands.

Wang Fugui glanced at it disdainfully.

The next second, the muscles on his face froze instantly.

On the screen is the pre-sale back-end for Puella Magi Madoka Magica merchandise.

A blood-red curve plunges towards the Earth's core at an almost vertical angle.

Cancellation rate: 99.8%

[Real-time new orders: 0]

"What happened?"

Wang Fugui's voice began to tremble.

"Chairman Wang."

The secretary's voice was trembling with tears.

"The internet is in an uproar! People are saying Su Bai is the murderer who killed the senior student, and they want to boycott our products."

Wang Fugui refused to believe it. He swiped the page and clicked on the sales link for the previously sold-out Mami Tomoe Collector's Edition USB flash drive.

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In the picture, a fan has separated the head and body of a USB drive, with a caption photoshopped in large, blood-red letters next to it.

[Official merchandise designated by Su Bai, the only officially licensed weapon.]

"puff!"

Wang Fugui sprayed a mouthful of red wine directly onto the screen.

He could almost see the mountains of returned goods piled up in his factory.

He rolled his eyes, clutched his chest, and slumped into his seat, barely breathing.

"You old scoundrel Su, you tricked me..."

This anger quickly spread offline.

Downstairs from the Healing Animation Company.

The door was closed tightly.

Hundreds of excited fans surrounded the building, and the number was still growing.

"You old scoundrel Su! Come out here! Pay with your life!"

"Give me back my senior!!"

They threw everything they could at the building: eggs, rotten tomatoes, and Kewpie dolls.

Those adorable creatures that they once cherished have now become weapons for venting their anger.

A few extreme fans even set fire to a bunch of Kyubey merchandise downstairs.

The orange-red flames licked at the cute dolls, melting them into hideous shapes and emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

Inside the company, there was a deathly silence.

The new employees huddled in a corner, trembling, their faces pale.

They couldn't understand why a company that was a national idol one moment could become a public enemy the next.

Shen Qingyue and the other veteran employees stood by the window, looking down at the scene below that resembled a riot.

Everyone's hands and feet were ice cold.

At the heart of this storm, Su Bai's office was eerily quiet.

He stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, hands behind his back, looking down at the magnificent scene below, as if he were watching a drama that had nothing to do with him.

There was even a faint, cold smile playing on the corners of his mouth.

In his field of vision, a semi-transparent system panel that only he could see was flashing wildly at an unprecedented frequency.

[Ding! Strong feelings of despair detected in the audience, Depression Value +18888!]

[Ding! Strong sense of betrayal detected in the audience, Depression Value +23333!]

[Ding! Strong hatred detected in the audience, Depression Value +66666!]

A series of golden numbers flooded the screen like a waterfall.

Just then, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Shen Qingyue rushed in, her eyes red-rimmed, her voice trembling violently with anger and fear.

"Su Bai! Look downstairs! Listen to those sounds!"

She pointed out the window, almost screaming.

"Is this what you wanted?! Are you satisfied now?!"

Su Bai did not turn around.

He simply admired the enormous number on the system panel and spoke softly.

"Satisfied? No."

Under Shen Qingyue's astonished gaze, he slowly uttered the second half of his sentence.

"This is just the beginning."

The moment he finished speaking, a glowing system notification appeared before his eyes.

[Congratulations, host! You have achieved an epic accomplishment: the three-episode rule!]

[The next installment, AngelBeats!, is being rapidly unlocked!]