0p0 Chapter 172: The Duke is a fishing beauty (48)
Chapter 172: The Duke is a fishing beauty (48)
This game, filled with blood and killing, has always revolved around one word.
That is...
The extremes must be reversed.
When things develop to the extreme, they will inevitably transform into the opposite direction.
As more and more players were eliminated, the remaining players who survived by chance couldn't help but feel lucky.
However, they still underestimated the original design intention of this game.
Except for the five predetermined final winners, all the players who come here to participate in the game are representatives of evil.
He is guilty of heinous crimes and is violent.
Maybe it is in a remote alley where no one passes by, or on the rooftop of a high-rise building where the cold wind blows, or even in some places that no one has ever reached on foot.
Countless acts of violence are taking place.
And every one of them was once an abuser.
Even if you do not participate in it and choose to stand by and watch, you are still on the side of the perpetrator.
This further emboldened the evildoer, making him even more arrogant, and he became even more violent, eventually causing a loss of life...
But they still have wishful thinking and want to work hard to reach the fourth level and win the huge 1000 million bonus.
He doesn't even think about it. He has done so many bad things in his life and thought no one noticed.
In fact, every move has long been under the control of others.
Will the ending be good?
The answer is obvious.
will not.
If evil is never severely punished, how can good be promoted?
As the third level draws to a close, many players are starting to become less and less serious about their daily live streams.
They just casually pay attention to it and reduce the length of the live broadcast. Some male anchors even go as far as to make dirty jokes to their female fans.
And all of this was seen by the final boss behind the scenes.
Jiao Ran analyzed the recent live broadcast situations and made a file which he gave to Ji.
The man leaned back on the sofa, his long legs casually crossed, one hand lazily supporting his forehead, his eyes lowered calmly.
He looked at one identical face after another expressionlessly, and finally paused at a certain page.
Just because that page is about power.
It contains the approximate content of his daily live broadcasts during this period, when he competed with which anchor, etc.
It's clear at a glance.
It was discovered that the anchor who had the most PKs with Quan Si was the one with the ID Xiao Jiang.
It's the blond boy.
In Ji's eyes, Jiang Fang was just a little brat who followed Quan Si around all day long, calling him "Team Quan".
When they were in the coffee shop, he knew that this boy was interested in Quan Si.
Until now, he hardly hides it and fights PK with Quan Si whenever he has time.
It’s called PK, but actually I just want to chat with Quan Si and have more contact with him if there’s a chance.
Tsk.
But thinking back to the last time he kissed Quan Si in front of Jiang Fang and a bunch of online (love) friends (enemies) in the live broadcast room.
The blond boy had a deflated expression on his face at that time.
He felt an indescribable sense of relief.
And since that day, Jiang Fang seemed to have never challenged Quan Si for a PK again.
Not bad, at least I have solved a love rival.
Thinking of this, Ji's mood became a little better.
He looked at the number of players remaining, currently 90 left.
"Jiao Ran, change the rules of the game. From now on, until 23:59:59 tomorrow night, the top 50 players in terms of popularity can survive and advance. The rest will be eliminated regardless of the reason." Ji closed the file, his cold bloodshot eyes without a trace of emotion.
"Yes." Jiao Ran took the backup file and left respectfully.
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Quan Si continued today’s live broadcast as usual.
Ji left early in the morning for some unknown reason.
He debugged the equipment and saw that there were still 10 minutes left until 30:5, so he thought about doing something else first.
At this moment, the note of rules he had placed in his pocket began to tremble uncontrollably.
Quan Si took it out, unfolded it, and found a new rule at the bottom.
New rules: From now until 23:59:59 the next evening, only the top 50 players in the popularity ranking will be retained in the level.
Quan Si’s gaze was fixed on the words “only keep”.
What this means is that except for the first 50, the rest will be eliminated without a single one left, regardless of the reason.
In this case, by the time it comes to the final fourth level, there will only be 50 players left competing for the five winning positions.
With the issuance of the new rules, today's live broadcast room completely exploded.
Many players who had previously taken advantage of the situation are now extremely anxious and are racking their brains to find ways to gain the attention of netizens and fans.
Some female players, relying on their good looks, put on deep V skirts with low necklines and danced sexy dances.
They frantically test the edge of the line, and some female players even sell their bodies in order to successfully advance.
She even shouted in the live broadcast room that she would sleep with any fan who could give her a Snow-White Eagle.
Many middle-aged men were so confused that they took out their private savings and spent a lot of money on these female anchors.
Little do they know that their wives are worrying about the daily necessities and their faces are haggard.
It's really ironic.
By the time it was 23:59:59 the next night, the third level of the fatal live broadcast had come to an end.
The 50 players who remained were gathered together.
They stood under the eaves and could see that the surroundings were filled with rainwater.
The sky was not kind and the rain went from being light to being heavy and rapid.
Surprisingly large.
The flashes of white lightning and thunder, accompanied by deafening thunder, added a bit of weirdness to the tense atmosphere.
Several slender figures were vaguely walking towards us from a distance.
The man in the center was wearing a dark black coat and had slightly curly black hair casually draped down his face.
He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and was as handsome as a god.
Although he was in the rain, he did not look at all embarrassed.
The red-haired man next to him held an umbrella for him to protect him from the rain.
Standing on the other side was a handsome young man with short white hair. He had a smile on his face and was looking around for something.
Apart from that, there are some unfamiliar faces.
The eliminated players hung their heads one by one, as they faced the end of their lives.
Ji stood in the center and slightly raised the index finger of his right hand, and a faint red mist immediately appeared.
Slowly, the fog became heavier and heavier, spreading to the eliminated losers at an extremely fast speed.
As the shrill screams rang out one after another, the living bodies turned into a pool of blood in an instant.
An eyeball belonging to someone unknown rolled to Quan Si's feet. He lowered his eyes to take a look, then looked away expressionlessly.
At this moment, he had something more important on his mind.
That is...
Ji, who had always been subservient to him, has now become a real superior.
Li Hen and Jiao Ran, two ghosts with extremely high status among the NPCs, also obey his orders.
It turns out that this is what Ji was hiding.
His true identity.