The supervisor thought it over.
The only recent incident that could have angered someone enough to force their way into the game company was the sudden interruption of a livestream.
There were quite a few crazy viewers like that.
Most of them simply relied on their decent strength and came to cause trouble.
For people like that, they only needed to capture them, beat them up, and throw them outside.
But this one was different. This one was a true big shot.
Forget beating him up—even whether the supervisor could keep his life depended entirely on the other party's mood.
No matter what, he had to appease him first. Preserving his own life was the priority.
"Oh? What explanation?"
Disaster slowly emerged from the darkness.
The supervisor had originally looked terrified and uneasy, but the moment he saw Disaster's face, his pupils contracted. His fear instantly turned into shock.
He had always assumed that the one who had broken into the company was one of those terrifying beings from their world.
But Disaster's unusually familiar face—wasn't it that newcomer whose livestream had suffered an accident, the one he had just watched earlier?
Then there was the livestream's sudden loss of signal, and the space being sealed by an unknown force.
This person had somehow possessed the power to suppress Knocking Weird.
Everything had shown from the very beginning that there was nothing simple about this livestream.
It wasn't as though the Horror Game had never brought gifted individuals with special powers from other worlds into its ranks.
Such people often became the highlights of the livestreams.
When viewers watched those former chosen geniuses despair as they were tortured to death by Weird entities or died from exhaustion, they would cheer and applaud, and the number of viewers would continue to