Life Game In Other World
Chapter 225: Randomly Select a Lucky Audience Member (Major - - Please Subscribe, Favorite, and Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 225: Chapter 225: Randomly Select a Lucky Audience Member (Major Chapter - Please Subscribe, Favorite, and Vote for Monthly Ticket)

The screen cut back to the broadcast studio.

The host sat in the chair, next to the illuminated screen.

On the screen was the masked man who had just appeared.

"I hear you’re a Believer of the God of Chaos?"

The host asked with interest.

"Yes, chaos is the most beautiful thing in this world."

The masked man’s smile became even more terrifying.

——

Outside the studio, a woman with chestnut short hair, deep-set eyes, and dark circles held her gaze fixated on the screen in front of her, staring at the man wearing the chubby baby mask.

Finally, she suddenly lifted her head, and her messy hair was thrown backward in one sweep. She yelled at the production staff around her,

"Stop, everyone stop, this is not the actor we invited, quickly contact Jet to cut off the transmission."

Jet is the host’s name.

The surrounding staff immediately began to disconnect the broadcast in confusion and tried to reach the studio host through the microphone, but no response was forthcoming.

The host was still chatting and laughing with the masked man on the screen.

Ding——

An additional voice cut in,

"What’s going on?"

"Boss, the one chatting with Jet isn’t the actor we invited," the woman immediately replied, "I’m a bit worried... we need to terminate this program right now."

"Lina," the voice from the speaker suddenly laughed, its tone somewhat restrained,

"Do you know how much money I’ve spent to prepare this program? Do you know all the investors are watching us? Isn’t this your planning? If that masked man is really a Believer of the God of Chaos, isn’t that even better? Our viewership is rising continuously; do you know what that means? Money! Tens and hundreds of millions of federal coins!"

The voice paused for a moment, "Switch back to the broadcast immediately. If any of you don’t want to continue working, you can pack your things and leave now."

The chestnut-haired woman known as Lina was stunned by these words, and other staff members had already lowered their heads and reconnected the communication.

Lina immediately pushed open the door and rushed out.

——

He Ao, standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, only saw that after the masked man appeared, the entire screen went dark for a few seconds, displayed "Malfunctioning..." and then switched back immediately.

Although this seemed normal, He Ao slightly furrowed his brow.

Meanwhile, the studio host was still conducting a seemingly normal interview with the masked man through the screen.

Even though he felt uneasy at the sight of the masked man’s terrifying smile, he still bravely continued the conversation.

Finally, after some preamble, they reached the core question, and he asked in a soft voice,

"As a Believer of the God of Chaos, what do you think is the reason for the high crime rate in Kaye City?"

"Because..." the masked man’s mouth cracked into a smile, he seemed truly pleased, his voice carried a repressed and terrifying rasp, "Because of you ’Divine Being-coddled’ bastards, ah."

His voice was drawn out and grating,

As if a saw was slowly cutting through bone.

The host was taken aback and glanced at the script on the table.

This guy isn’t following the script.

"Because of the existence of you bastards," the masked man stepped towards the camera, tilting his head to the side, his face covered with a bizarre smile. He inched closer to the camera until his face almost filled the whole screen, "this world is so interesting."

His voice was low and deep,

"You’re greedy and selfish, arrogant and despicable. Why do you invite a ’Believer of the God of Chaos’ for an interview? Just to attract attention, for the traffic, for these viewers who are drawn in.

After gaining traffic, you can’t wait to monetize it. You don’t care about the quality of the advertisers you feature; you only care about money. You’re like cute little rats in the sewer, forever greedily rushing towards the scent of silver coins."

He picked up the camera, and the scenery behind him began to spin,

"You make the poor work to death only to receive meager wages, they kneel before you begging, but you still ruthlessly discard them.

You greedily oppress them, plunder their wealth, snatch their homes, leave them with nowhere to live, unable to afford food, forcing them to search for food in trash bins, while you mock them here, laughing at their hunger, laughing at their homelessness.

The reason Kaye City has so many criminals and such beautiful chaos is because of you self-righteous, greedy bastards who created it."

The camera stopped shaking, and the surrounding background had become the entrance of a dimly lit room, where figures wearing various strange circus masks stood, twisting their bodies, grinning sinisterly at the camera.

The masked man with the camera moved to the center of the room, where an opulent-looking man with delicate skin was tied up inside the room like a trussed worm.

The masked man pulled out a pitch-black handgun from his bosom, "Let’s randomly send one lucky viewer to meet Heaven."

Bang——

Bright red blood splattered out.

"Urgh—"

The host, confronted with this scene, retched on the spot.

He immediately got up and shouted, "Shut down the live broadcast! Shut down the live broadcast!"

Then he tried to pull open the door of the studio, only to find that the main door had somehow been locked, immovable no matter how he pushed and shoved.

The originally calm studio staff also panicked and rushed out, trying to pull and push open the door, but the door remained firmly shut.

"Oops, the door won’t open," the masked man’s light laughter came from the screen again, as he took out a tissue and slowly wiped off the ’stains’ on the camera lens.

Then he once again directed the camera at his mask, and he produced a small red button,

"What do you guys think this is?"

He pressed the button directly.

Tick-tock—tick-tock—

The sound of a clock ticking echoed throughout the studio.

Initially, only one or two people heard it, slowly halting their actions. Then, as they quieted down to listen, more and more people heard the countdown, and the studio gradually fell silent.

Only the crisp sound of the ticking clock reverberated inside the studio, and through the studio’s microphone, it echoed in the ears of every viewer.

In this eerie silence, the man in the mask suddenly made an explosive gesture.

"Boom~!"

This sudden outburst startled everyone in the studio, and then they all rushed toward the studio door like mad, trying to push it open and escape.

Bang, bang,

That was the sound of bodies slamming against the door.

But no matter how hard they crashed into it, the door wouldn’t budge.

"Hahaha, just kidding," the masked man laughed heartily, his laughter reaching everyone’s ears, "Actually, the thing about the explosives,"

Everyone went quiet for a moment.

He lowered his voice, "is that they’re real."

Tick-tock—tick-tock—

The deathly countdown resonated in everyone’s hearts.

"You only have twenty minutes to escape, so run, run for your lives. Of course, you can also try to find the explosives, but the moment you touch them,"

The masked man chuckled, "they’ll explode."

"Little tidbit for you, the door has been welded shut, my darlings, I hope this will be a morning you’ll never forget."

Then the masked man, carrying the camera, walked out, under a canopy of clouds, and started handing out balloons to children on the streets.

A slightly foul odor began to spread gradually.

The staff looked into the studio.

They saw the portly host leaking a puddle of yellow liquid at his feet.

—

"Why haven’t you cut the live feed yet!?"

In the Boss’s office, Lina stared blankly at the screen, watching the chaotic scene unfold.

"It’s fine, I’ve already called the police. Kaye City police will be here any moment, they’ll surely be saved. Look," the burly Boss said with a smile, pointing at the viewer count on the screen, "a million, we’re about to hit a million online viewers. Lina, do you know how much money that means?"

Lina watched the comments flashing by on the livestream. The overwhelming majority believed it was all an act, only a small number of people said they had called the police, and many others mocked the host’s disgrace.

"Jet, that bastard, cares most about his reputation. Let a million people watch him like this, and even if he survives, he’ll go mad!"

Although Lina didn’t like the host, who never had anything nice to say, this didn’t mean she could ignore him being tormented like this.

"Don’t worry, Lina, it’s just a small setback. Life is full of little setbacks," said the Boss without even looking up at Lina, his gaze fixed on the continually rising viewer count with a smile.

"You’re insane, you’ve gone insane."

Lina backed away bewildered, feeling that the person before her was abnormally strange.

She turned and ran out, determined to cut the live feed herself.

"What are you doing?"

The Boss suddenly became alert, but by that time Lina was already far away.

He pressed the phone on his desk.

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The moment Lina got back to the directors’ floor, two burly security guards rushed up and grabbed her.

"Miss Lina, the Boss said you’re fired, and asked us to escort you out."

—

He Ao watched the massive civilian crowd, frowning slightly.

The sense of unease in his heart was growing stronger.

Twenty minutes should be enough for Chief Jelang to bring his team to cut through the door and save these people.

If the means displayed by the other party in the footage just now were real, then the criminal would be someone without any scruples, unlikely to leave such an obvious chance for survival.

If they really wanted to kill people, they could have just detonated the explosives straight away, no need for a countdown.

Moreover, the other party never cut the communication and was still handing out balloons on the street, an act that was suspicious in itself.

It was as if revealing their location, almost saying, ’Come and catch me.’

Either the person was truly reckless and loved the thrill,

Or,

He Ao lifted his head, gazing into the clear, cloudless sky.

The other party was creating a diversion, stirring up chaos, fishing in troubled