Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 774 - 764

The barrage of comments first fell silent for a while, then erupted into chaos.

This time, it was a real upheaval; even the corpse of Ning Zhewan within the screen became indistinct.

Some thought it was a special effect, others believed it to be a prank, and a few considered the Arbiter to be a lunatic.

They didn’t think Ning Zhewan’s death had anything to do with them, or perhaps they had grown accustomed to seeing death in these videos; what they felt in face of this sudden suicide was more surprise than fear.

Wen Wen’s eyes narrowed, originally he had thought that the Arbiter wanted to play the role of a lofty Judge, but now it seemed that this conjecture was wildly off the mark.

Firstly, he could confirm that the death of the Arbiter, or rather Ning Zhewan, was definitely not a prank or some computer-generated effect.

The huge runes in his room, to be activated, required not just a tremendous amount of Supernatural Power.

More importantly, they required someone’s fresh blood and soul, that is to say, a Blood Sacrifice.

Furthermore, if Ning Zhewan had only wanted to initiate this Array, a suicide would have been enough; there was no need to orchestrate so many ’Judgements’.

At the beginning, this video had hundreds of thousands of viewers, its popularity comparable to the Guide dances produced by Wen Wen, but now fewer than ten thousand remained.

This must be a special ritual conducted to achieve a certain objective!

The Arbiter had previously said he congratulated those thousand-plus viewers for not treating lives like grass, thus those who voted for death, in his eyes, were the ones treating lives like grass.

What would happen to these people?

Watching the barrage of comments swiftly moving across the screen, Wen Wen’s mouth curled into a mocking sneer, these people had no idea of the gravity of the situation.

All of the Arbiter’s videos were produced solely by Ning Zhewan.

Now that Ning Zhewan was dead, then who edited and uploaded this last video?

Blood flowed from the bloody cavity on the top of Ning Zhewan’s head, down to the large rust-brown pattern on the floor, which shimmered with a faint red aura, a sight only Wen Wen could see.

Afterward, Ning Zhewan’s body began to move eerily, left arm, right arm, legs, torso, each part cracked in succession, and then Ning Zhewan stood up.

His lusterless eyes shed a line of blood tears, and his mouth formed a gruesome smile as shattered tissues mingled with fresh blood trickled down.

"Hello, everyone, we meet again, I am the Arbiter, I am... Ning Zhewan!"

On the comments feed, a few gradually relaxed, while others became enraged, with profanities filling most of the screen.

Ning Zhewan had stood up, which meant that everything that had happened was a farce. They cursed Ning Zhewan in anger as the recent scene had terrified them.

But Wen Wen knew that the current Ning Zhewan was no longer human.

"I’d like to ask you, upon seeing me take my own life with a bullet, what did you feel?"

"Guilt, or fear?"

"Well, it no longer matters what you think, because I am indeed already dead."

Ning Zhewan turned his head, allowing the audience to fully savor the bloody hole; he even stuck his hand in to stir it around.

After a simple display, the viewers had already realized something was terribly wrong, as fear surged within them.

Some wanted to turn off the webpage, only to find it couldn’t be closed. Even when they shut down their computers and unplugged the power sources, Ning Zhewan’s somewhat terrifying face still appeared on their screens.

Wen Wen sighed. The nature of the situation had changed. Previously, it was just a vigilante executing scumbags in secret, but now... Wen Wen didn’t know how far things would escalate.

At the very least, erasing the memories of scattered, anonymous viewers was not an easy task.

Ning Zhewan burst into maniacal laughter, his bloody oral cavity visible as he laughed, which was quite frightening.

"Do you regret it? Are you scared?"

"It’s too late, though; you’ve already carelessly decided the fate of a person’s life and death..."

"So now, I am going to decide your life and death!"

"The case I explained to you yesterday about the orphanage is real, the victims are real, my identity is real... but I’m not the murderer!"

"Indeed, I came from that orphanage, but I didn’t seek revenge. The one who sought revenge was a somewhat radical friend of mine. If I hadn’t been there to mediate, even more people might have died."

Wen Wen nodded slightly; this matched the results of his investigation. If Ning Zhewan hadn’t helped conceal the truth for the old principal, perhaps the old principal would have been killed by Ning Zhewan’s friend as well.

Ning Zhewan moved his chair forward, letting his face fill most of the screen, and let out a somewhat deranged laugh.

"Yes, I lied, but you didn’t have the slightest doubt about my words. You flippantly decided to let me die. You once called me your hero, and now you have personally pushed your hero into hell!"

He shouted at the screen, "You don’t care whether I truly deserve to die, you don’t care about the consequences after the execution!"

"You just treated it as a judgment game, simply enjoying the participation in the execution of a villain!"

"You are ugly, foolish, and despicable... you deserve to die more than those I’ve executed before."

"But you hide behind the internet; you are numerous, and no one can punish you!"

"However, I don’t want to let you off. I have seen the tragedies cause by your irresponsibility, so I want you to pay the price!"

"Over these many days, anyone who cast two votes against could no longer watch this video, and I also gave those who voted for survival in the last case a chance."

"As for the remaining viewers... within one year, I will take your lives one by one, starting with Shenchuan City!"

After Ning Zhewan finished speaking, the computer screens turned black. Then a black beam of light shot out from the screen and landed on Wen Wen’s hand, forming a black mark.

This black mark, a black hourglass, appeared not just on Wen Wen’s computer, but also on the hands of more than seven thousand people who had cast a death vote in the end.

There was a number on the hourglass, and Wen Wen’s number was 2.

But soon a crescent moon lit up on the palm of that hand, so the mark reluctantly shifted to the other hand. The Catastrophe Gloves tried to erase it, but after some thought, Wen Wen decided to keep the mark.

He didn’t believe Ning Zhewan’s methods could kill him; he could erase the mark at any time. He was curious to see what exactly Ning Zhewan intended to do with this mark.