The National Destiny Game contestants, along with the audience now in the elf capital, could not see Channel 52's broadcast. All they could see was the enormous scroll, with its extremely limited information.
So all they could see now was their compatriots happily grilling bugs, completely unaware that these people had already been sentenced to death and were merely counting down the last moments of their lives.
Like most parasites, Alien larvae secreted anesthetic bodily fluids. So when they fed on internal organs and grew inside someone's belly, the victims often felt no pain.
By the time they started coughing up blood and felt unbearable pain, it was about time for the bugs to burst out of their bodies.
But for now, the contestants seemed to be eating with great enjoyment. They ate Facehuggers while Alien larvae ate them. It seemed like a cycle.
"Looks like the elves are even weaker than I thought. They'll most likely stop at the second stage. Not very fun to play with." Su Ming spoke to Ambush Bug as he patted the other man's thigh. "But you don't need to worry. The concept of this show is right here. Finding players couldn't be easier. Does Channel 52 want the program rights?"
"Of course. Now that you mention it, I think this could really work." Ambush Bug's eyes lit up. He was planning to turn the National Destiny Game into a series. "We can find different planets in different universes to serve as venues, and use technology to impersonate gods. The rewards are the only tricky part."
"What's so hard about that? Find aliens so poor they can't afford to eat. There are plenty of those in the universe. Lure them into playing the game, and give their species food if they clear a stage."