"You, you..." Kang Jiashu pointed at Nan Feng with a trembling hand, but he still clung to a final shred of hope. "You're the system?"
"That's right." Nan Feng chuckled. "You can also call me Nan Feng."
"Nan Feng, Nan Feng..."
Kang Jiashu's hair was disheveled, and terror flickered in his eyes.
He should have realized it long ago.
This was a living, breathing world. How could something as bizarre as the Show-off System possibly exist?
Even if a system really did exist, how could he have been lucky enough to be chosen as its host?
There were no free lunches in this world!
"You lied to me! You lied to me!" Kang Jiashu suddenly roared like a madman.
He had truly broken down.
He could accept death, but he could not accept being humiliated to death!
Dancing a striptease, doing the elephant dance, righteously slicing pigeons, and finally livestreaming himself eating shit in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers...
To suffer such humiliation before dying—he, Kang Jiashu, would never rest in peace!
"Why are you doing this to me?" Kang Jiashu muttered.
The stench of Stinky Pig's shit still lingered in his mouth, making him so nauseated he wanted to vomit.
"You could have killed me with one slash! Why are you torturing me like this?!" Kang Jiashu screamed in despair.
Nan Feng looked at him with a cold sneer. "You only ate one mouthful of shit, and you can't take it anymore? When you tortured Song He, you looked pretty damn happy to me."
Kang Jiashu roared, "I don't know what you're talking about! Song He, Song He—who the hell is Song He? I don't know her at all! If you want to kill me, just say so. Why make up such baseless excuses?!"
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