Fear Live Broadcast Room

At eight in the evening, the city lights had just begun to glow.

At Era Square, the largest plaza in the city center, giant LED screens played dazzling advertisements.

The storefront displays on both sides of the pedestrian street shimmered with flowing colors.

In office buildings, the computer screens of overtime workers glowed fluorescently.

In the living rooms of countless homes, televisions played out tales of joy and sorrow.

Everything was normal.

Until—

"Bzzzt—!!!"

A piercing noise, like a signal being forcibly jammed, suddenly blared from every electronic screen in operation!

The giant plaza screens, shop display screens, office computers, home televisions, phones in pedestrians' hands...

Across the entire city, every screen was instantly covered by distorted, frantically flickering black-and-white static!

Cries of alarm and curses rang out from every corner of the city!

The next second!

All the static abruptly froze, switching instantly to the same image!

It was a massive, dim vortex made of countless flowing, cold 0s and 1s!

It rotated slowly, radiating a terrifying aura of seeing through everything and disregarding all life!

At the vortex's center seemed to lie a connection to the deepest darkness and madness!

The Faceless Eye!

The symbol of the Nightmare Holy Cult!

A cold, vast voice devoid of emotion, like an electronic synthesis, rang clearly through the speakers of every screen and echoed across the entire city:

"Welcome to... the Fear Live Broadcast Room."

As the voice fell silent, the vortex image shrank and occupied the left side of the screens.

On the right, countless flickering, blurry live feeds appeared like surveillance footage: pedestrians in the square looking up in shock, white-collar workers knocking over their coffee in fear, mothers clutching their children tightly on sofas at home... Fear, confusion, and unease were clearly reflected on their faces.

The cold electronic voice continued:

"Fear is the most exquisite nourishment for the soul. Tonight, let us witness together... a feast of fear."

At the center of the screens, a huge scarlet countdown began ticking:

00:09:59

"First prey coordinates... locked."

All the split screens vanished instantly! Only one enlarged, constantly flashing coordinate point remained at the center of the screen!

Above the coordinate point, a clear arrow marked with a hint of mockery pointed at an especially conspicuous high-reflection spot under night vision—

It was unmistakably the back of a bald head!

The camera rapidly zoomed in!

At the edge of Era Square, a figure carrying an ancient Bronze Battle Halberd stopped walking, turned slightly, and looked up at the giant screen in the center of the plaza, where a close-up of the back of his own head was playing!

Under the harsh screen light and the city's neon glow, his dark-golden bald head reflected an almost blinding metallic chill!

That hard-featured face, those eyes sharp as blades, were clearly displayed before millions across the city!

Fang Gang!

"Prey name: Fang Gang."

"Crimes: desecrating the Sacred Eye, slaughtering divine servants."

"Executioner: Blood Butcher."

"Fear... begins to be sown."

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The cold pronouncement resounded throughout the city!

The entire city instantly erupted!

"Fang Gang? That rumored... bald guy who kills ghosts?!"

"What did he do? Desecrate the Sacred Eye? Slaughter divine servants?!"

"Blood Butcher? What the hell is that?!"

"Oh my god! He's being broadcast live! Are they going to kill him?!"

"That bald head... is so bright..."

Countless gazes—terrified, curious, or gleeful at another's misfortune—focused on the hard face on the screen and that striking bald head.

An invisible cloud called "fear" began to gather and settle over the city.

The people before the screens felt their hearts race and their palms sweat as a chill born of the unknown crept up their spines.

Seeds of evil fear were being silently planted in the hearts of millions!

Fang Gang stood at the edge of the square, shrouded in the light of the massive screen.

Expressionlessly, he watched his own incredibly conspicuous bald head on the screen, listened to the cold pronouncement, and felt the gazes converging upon him from across the city, carrying every kind of negative emotion.

"A live broadcast?"

The corner of his mouth curled into an incomparably cold arc, yet blazing battle intent burned in his eyes. "You want to make a monkey out of me? Put on a fear show for the whole city?"

Just then!

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

Heavy footsteps, like muffled war drums, came from the shadows at the other end of the square! With every step, the ground seemed to tremble faintly!

A hulking man like an iron tower pushed through the terrified, scattering crowd and emerged.

He stood nearly three meters tall!

The muscles all over his body knotted like forged steel, while his skin was an unhealthy dark red, as if it had been soaked in blood!

Around his neck hung a necklace strung with stark white finger bones! Most eye-catching of all was the absurdly massive weapon he dragged in his hand!

It was a thick-backed cleaver as broad as a door, its edge lined with serrations and dark-red blood grooves!

The blade was heavy and pitch-black, with only its edge gleaming with an icy light. The hilt was wrapped in hemp rope soaked in bloodstains!

Merely dragging it along the ground carved a deep furrow into the hard granite tiles, sending sparks flying!

Grade A! Blood Butcher! Among the Nightmare Twelve Priests, he was the symbol of pure strength!

He walked to the center of the square and faced Fang Gang from dozens of meters away.

He lifted the enormous cleaver one-handed and casually rested it on his broad, rock-like shoulder. Grinning widely, he revealed two rows of sharp shark-like teeth. His voice rasped like sandpaper scraping together:

"Baldy? I heard you're pretty tough?"

He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked his thick lips. Naked desire for flesh and violence burst from his eyes. "I wonder... can you take my Blood Butcher's Cleaver?"

Every screen in the city faithfully captured the scene!

Blood Butcher's inhuman physique and terrifying cleaver delivered an intense visual shock!

Countless people before their screens sucked in a cold breath as fear spread like an icy tide!

Fang Gang carried the Bronze Battle Halberd, his dark-golden bald head still reflecting a cold, unyielding gleam beneath the harsh screen lights and Blood Butcher's ferocious aura.

Looking at that exaggerated Blood Butcher's Cleaver, his eyes did not waver in the slightest. There was only pure battle intent, on the verge of erupting.

"Tough or not," Fang Gang said, his voice not loud but clearly piercing through the square's clamor and spreading throughout the city via the live broadcast, "why don't you come over and take a swing to find out?"

He released the hand carrying the halberd, and the heavy weapon crashed into the paving tiles at his feet with a clang!

His fists slowly clenched! Beneath his skin, golden-red light began to flow like suppressed magma! The strength of fifty thousand jin of dragon-elephant power roared through his muscles and bones!

The murderous gleam in Blood Butcher's eyes flared as he let out an earth-shaking roar: "You're courting death!"

The enormous Blood Butcher's Cleaver let out a shrill howl as it tore through the air like a bolt of bloody lightning, chopping violently toward Fang Gang's incredibly conspicuous bald head beneath the live broadcast cameras!

Before their screens, millions held their breath!