Chapter 1
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“Bang!”
Wen Jianyan shrank back subconsciously and raised his hand to block the sudden glare.
【The next live broadcast will start in five minutes.】
An emotionless female voice rang out, and the harsh sound rolled and echoed in the narrow space.
Wen Jianyan blinked his eyes after a brief glance. Although there was still a buzzing sound in his ears, the chaotic light spots gradually dissipated.
……what’s the situation?
After a few seconds, his eyes finally got used to the harsh light.
This is a room with a size of no more than five square metres.
He is now standing in the centre of the room, with nothing beside him. The walls on all four sides are completely transparent, and a bright red countdown flashes on the glass, which is slowly moving around him at the moment.
[04:25]
Four minutes and twenty-five seconds.
The numbers decreased evenly, giving a sense of imminent uneasiness.
“…..”
Wen Jianyan stared thoughtfully at the camera in the room for two seconds.
Immediately afterwards, he retracted his gaze, stepped forward slowly, and looked out through the gap between the numbers.
Outside is a boundless pure white space, with hundreds of identical small rooms floating. There was a person locked in each room, and a bright red countdown was displayed on the wall.
Outside the small room, there are large and small cameras in all directions. Some are as tall as a building, some need to be carried by several people, and some are only the size of a palm. Countless metal circles flashed with a strange lustre under the light, silently aiming at the prisoners, giving them the feeling that they are being watched by aliens.
It’s downright creepy.
The prisoners in the small rooms all have different expressions.
Wen Jianyan found that all the trapped people in the nearest rooms were pale, dazed and frightened. Some curled up in the corner of the room, some collapsed in fear, some were screaming hysterically under the weird camera, and some were beating the transparent wall.
The glass blocked all the sounds.
It’s like watching an absurd pantomime.
The people in the distance were expressionless, waiting calmly for the countdown to end.
At this moment, a lively voice sounded, interrupting Wen Jianyan’s thinking.
“Hello, new anchor, I’m your personal assistant and will serve you from today.”
Wen Jianyan was startled and turned to look in the direction of the voice.
He saw a light screen of the size of a palm appear in front of him, with his resume printed on it.
Photos, names, and even……his life history.
It is detailed and comprehensive, covering almost his entire life. Even including the experience that does not belong to the name “Wen Jianyan”, but which he has actually experienced and no one knows except himself.
Wen Jianyan pursed his lips subconsciously, looked down at lines, and paused for a few seconds on the last sentence of his resume.
——Sign a soul contract with the Nightmare Live Studio and become an active rookie anchor.
The voice sounded again:
“I’m opening an E-level live broadcast room for you…”
“The exclusive live room 789326qwk has been opened!”
Wen Jianyan raised his eyes, looked at the camera, and smiled briefly and happily.
The thin and light red lips formed a small arc, revealing a smile from the heart, and the dark pupils shrank under the strong light, appearing sincere and genuine.
“I also hope to see you soon.”
The scarlet countdown on the glass wall finally reached zero.
The voice resounded again, echoing in the empty white world, as if it was being surrounded by layers from all directions, deafening and terrifying:
【Welcome to the Nightmare live broadcast room, the next live broadcast will start immediately.】
The already dazzling light suddenly became brighter, frantically overloaded, like countless suns being condensed in a narrow room. The metal circle of the camera was almost half-melted in the strong light, the lens retracted and contracted rapidly as if it was a living creature.
Wen Jianyan had to close his eyes. Across the bright thin eyelids that were illuminated, the light that made his eyes hurt could not be completely blocked, causing a fine needle-like pain.
At this time, The mechanical female voice became emotionally vibrant:
【Our aim is to entertain to death!】
***
The live broadcast has started.
There are countless channels connected to the huge live broadcast square. Each channel leads to a different live broadcast hall. Each hall is densely packed with countless small screens. The list hangs in the air, and various scenes are spinning rapidly, waiting to be selected by greedy spectators.
[There are so many new anchors this time, I’m so excited.]
[This is the largest number of new people introduced to the live broadcast room, right? I have never seen so many live broadcast halls below Grade D in the square before.]
[There are so many newcomers, so there should not be many A-level or above squares openings this time right?]
[I’m so disappointed, what’s so good about the newcomers’ screaming and running away and not believing in the evil and old tricks. I’ll just sit and wait for the old anchors to start the broadcast.]
[Of course, the old anchors are very entertaining. But after all, they are all familiar faces, and I’m tired of watching them.]
For your and others’ viewing experience, please follow the rules in the live room and no spoilers are allowed in the barrage.
After brief dizziness, Wen Jianyan opened his eyes.
The overhead fan creaks and whistles, emitting an exhaustive hum, looking at it for too long can make you feel dizzy.
The young man had broad shoulders and long legs. He was lying on the narrow bed, a little restrained.
He sat up and looked around silently.
This is an old-fashioned student dormitory. The walls were crooked and dirty, covered with wallpaper of no apparent original colour, filthy dark brown and dirty yellow water stains seeping from below.
In the narrow room, there are four bunk beds, and the rust-red colour peeled off from the iron armrests.
A mirror with a missing corner was attached to the cabinet on the opposite bed. The surface of the mirror was dirty and had greasy handprints. In the dim light, only a vague figure could be seen in it.
On the table beside him were piles of messy books, covered with dust.
Wen Jianyan was lying on the bottom bunk of one of the beds.
There was an indescribably strange smell in the air that made it hard to breathe.
In the lower right corner of his line of sight is a translucent light screen.
【Live room 789326qwk】
【Status: On air】
【Online viewers: 3】
The number of online viewers fluctuates between 0 and 3.
No one posted any comments, as if they were just clicking in to watch like a bored audience.
There was no one else in the room beside him.
Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, his long straight eyelashes cast a little shadow on his white face. There was no emotion on his face, and he seemed to be extremely calm.
He rolled over, got out of bed and then——
He started retching while leaning on the table beside him.
The back of the young man’s shirt trembled slightly with the sound of vomiting, the arm holding the edge of the table exerted force, and the blue veins burst out on the well-defined forearm.
After a long time, he finally stopped.
The mask of ease and calmness at the beginning was shattered and disappeared like melting snow. The corners of the young man’s eyes were wet and red, and the previously calm and unwavering facial features instantly became fresh and vivid, appearing particularly fragile and helpless in the dirty mirror.
That’s right.
What calmness, what composer….. It’s all fake!
Wen Jianyan’s inner activities are completely incompatible with the above adjectives.
Any normal person will be frightened when they see the previous scene!
The red colour countdown, a broadcast full of malice, and strange cameras. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a scene that only appears in a horror novel! Don’t mention how scary it is!
T/N: Dé Cái (德才): Virtue and talent
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“Bang!”
Wen Jianyan shrank back subconsciously and raised his hand to block the sudden glare.
【The next live broadcast will start in five minutes.】
An emotionless female voice rang out, and the harsh sound rolled and echoed in the narrow space.
Wen Jianyan blinked his eyes after a brief glance. Although there was still a buzzing sound in his ears, the chaotic light spots gradually dissipated.
……what’s the situation?
After a few seconds, his eyes finally got used to the harsh light.
This is a room with a size of no more than five square metres.
He is now standing in the centre of the room, with nothing beside him. The walls on all four sides are completely transparent, and a bright red countdown flashes on the glass, which is slowly moving around him at the moment.
[04:25]
Four minutes and twenty-five seconds.
The numbers decreased evenly, giving a sense of imminent uneasiness.
“…..”
Wen Jianyan stared thoughtfully at the camera in the room for two seconds.
Immediately afterwards, he retracted his gaze, stepped forward slowly, and looked out through the gap between the numbers.
Outside is a boundless pure white space, with hundreds of identical small rooms floating. There was a person locked in each room, and a bright red countdown was displayed on the wall.
Outside the small room, there are large and small cameras in all directions. Some are as tall as a building, some need to be carried by several people, and some are only the size of a palm. Countless metal circles flashed with a strange lustre under the light, silently aiming at the prisoners, giving them the feeling that they are being watched by aliens.
It’s downright creepy.
The prisoners in the small rooms all have different expressions.
Wen Jianyan found that all the trapped people in the nearest rooms were pale, dazed and frightened. Some curled up in the corner of the room, some collapsed in fear, some were screaming hysterically under the weird camera, and some were beating the transparent wall.
The glass blocked all the sounds.
It’s like watching an absurd pantomime.
The people in the distance were expressionless, waiting calmly for the countdown to end.
At this moment, a lively voice sounded, interrupting Wen Jianyan’s thinking.
“Hello, new anchor, I’m your personal assistant and will serve you from today.”
Wen Jianyan was startled and turned to look in the direction of the voice.
He saw a light screen of the size of a palm appear in front of him, with his resume printed on it.
Photos, names, and even……his life history.
It is detailed and comprehensive, covering almost his entire life. Even including the experience that does not belong to the name “Wen Jianyan”, but which he has actually experienced and no one knows except himself.
Wen Jianyan pursed his lips subconsciously, looked down at lines, and paused for a few seconds on the last sentence of his resume.
——Sign a soul contract with the Nightmare Live Studio and become an active rookie anchor.
The voice sounded again:
“I’m opening an E-level live broadcast room for you…”
“The exclusive live room 789326qwk has been opened!”
Wen Jianyan raised his eyes, looked at the camera, and smiled briefly and happily.
The thin and light red lips formed a small arc, revealing a smile from the heart, and the dark pupils shrank under the strong light, appearing sincere and genuine.
“I also hope to see you soon.”
The scarlet countdown on the glass wall finally reached zero.
The voice resounded again, echoing in the empty white world, as if it was being surrounded by layers from all directions, deafening and terrifying:
【Welcome to the Nightmare live broadcast room, the next live broadcast will start immediately.】
The already dazzling light suddenly became brighter, frantically overloaded, like countless suns being condensed in a narrow room. The metal circle of the camera was almost half-melted in the strong light, the lens retracted and contracted rapidly as if it was a living creature.
Wen Jianyan had to close his eyes. Across the bright thin eyelids that were illuminated, the light that made his eyes hurt could not be completely blocked, causing a fine needle-like pain.
At this time, The mechanical female voice became emotionally vibrant:
【Our aim is to entertain to death!】
***
The live broadcast has started.
There are countless channels connected to the huge live broadcast square. Each channel leads to a different live broadcast hall. Each hall is densely packed with countless small screens. The list hangs in the air, and various scenes are spinning rapidly, waiting to be selected by greedy spectators.
[There are so many new anchors this time, I’m so excited.]
[This is the largest number of new people introduced to the live broadcast room, right? I have never seen so many live broadcast halls below Grade D in the square before.]
[There are so many newcomers, so there should not be many A-level or above squares openings this time right?]
[I’m so disappointed, what’s so good about the newcomers’ screaming and running away and not believing in the evil and old tricks. I’ll just sit and wait for the old anchors to start the broadcast.]
[Of course, the old anchors are very entertaining. But after all, they are all familiar faces, and I’m tired of watching them.]
For your and others’ viewing experience, please follow the rules in the live room and no spoilers are allowed in the barrage.
After brief dizziness, Wen Jianyan opened his eyes.
The overhead fan creaks and whistles, emitting an exhaustive hum, looking at it for too long can make you feel dizzy.
The young man had broad shoulders and long legs. He was lying on the narrow bed, a little restrained.
He sat up and looked around silently.
This is an old-fashioned student dormitory. The walls were crooked and dirty, covered with wallpaper of no apparent original colour, filthy dark brown and dirty yellow water stains seeping from below.
In the narrow room, there are four bunk beds, and the rust-red colour peeled off from the iron armrests.
A mirror with a missing corner was attached to the cabinet on the opposite bed. The surface of the mirror was dirty and had greasy handprints. In the dim light, only a vague figure could be seen in it.
On the table beside him were piles of messy books, covered with dust.
Wen Jianyan was lying on the bottom bunk of one of the beds.
There was an indescribably strange smell in the air that made it hard to breathe.
In the lower right corner of his line of sight is a translucent light screen.
【Live room 789326qwk】
【Status: On air】
【Online viewers: 3】
The number of online viewers fluctuates between 0 and 3.
No one posted any comments, as if they were just clicking in to watch like a bored audience.
There was no one else in the room beside him.
Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, his long straight eyelashes cast a little shadow on his white face. There was no emotion on his face, and he seemed to be extremely calm.
He rolled over, got out of bed and then——
He started retching while leaning on the table beside him.
The back of the young man’s shirt trembled slightly with the sound of vomiting, the arm holding the edge of the table exerted force, and the blue veins burst out on the well-defined forearm.
After a long time, he finally stopped.
The mask of ease and calmness at the beginning was shattered and disappeared like melting snow. The corners of the young man’s eyes were wet and red, and the previously calm and unwavering facial features instantly became fresh and vivid, appearing particularly fragile and helpless in the dirty mirror.
That’s right.
What calmness, what composer….. It’s all fake!
Wen Jianyan’s inner activities are completely incompatible with the above adjectives.
Any normal person will be frightened when they see the previous scene!
The red colour countdown, a broadcast full of malice, and strange cameras. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a scene that only appears in a horror novel! Don’t mention how scary it is!
T/N: Dé Cái (德才): Virtue and talent
Bang!Wen Jianyan shrank back subconsciously and raised his hand to block the sudden glare.The next live broadcast will start in five minutes.An emotionless female voice rang out, and the harsh sound rolled and echoed in the narrow space.Wen Jianyan blinked his eyes after a brief glance. Although there was still a buzzing sound in his ears, the chaotic light spots gradually dissipated.what's the situation?After a few seconds, his eyes finally got used to the harsh light.This is a room with a size of no more than five square metres.He is now standing in the centre of the room, with nothing beside him. The walls on all four sides are completely transparent, and a bright red countdown flashes on the glass, which is slowly moving around him at the moment.04:25Four minutes and twenty-five seconds.The numbers decreased evenly, giving a sense of imminent uneasiness...Wen Jianyan stared thoughtfully at the camera in the room for two seconds.Immediately afterwards, he retracted his gaze, stepped forward slowly, and looked out through the gap between the numbers.Outside is a boundless pure white space, with hundreds of identical small rooms floating. There was a person locked in each room, and a bright red countdown was displayed on the wall.Outside the small room, there are large and small cameras in all directions. Some are as tall as a building, some need to be carried by several people, and some are only the size of a palm. Countless metal circles flashed with a strange lustre under the light, silently aiming at the prisoners, giving them the feeling that they are being watched by aliens.It's downright creepy.The prisoners in the small rooms all have different expressions.Wen Jianyan found that all the trapped people in the nearest rooms were pale, dazed and frightened. Some curled up in the corner of the room, some collapsed in fear, some were screaming hysterically under the weird camera, and some were beating the transparent wall.The glass blocked all the sounds.It's like watching an absurd pantomime.The people in the distance were expressionless, waiting calmly for the countdown to end.At this moment, a lively voice sounded, interrupting Wen Jianyan's thinking.Hello, new anchor, I'm your personal assistant and will serve you from today.Wen Jianyan was startled and turned to look in the direction of the voice.He saw a light screen of the size of a palm appear in front of him, with his resume printed on it.Photos, names, and evenhis life history.It is detailed and comprehensive, covering almost his entire life. Even including the experience that does not belong to the name Wen Jianyan, but which he has actually experienced and no one knows except himself.Wen Jianyan pursed his lips subconsciously, looked down at lines, and paused for a few seconds on the last sentence of his resume.Sign a soul contract with the Nightmare Live Studio and become an active rookie anchor.The voice sounded again:I'm opening an E-level live broadcast room for youThe exclusive live room 789326qwk has been opened!Wen Jianyan raised his eyes, looked at the camera, and smiled briefly and happily.The thin and light red lips formed a small arc, revealing a smile from the heart, and the dark pupils shrank under the strong light, appearing sincere and genuine.I also hope to see you soon.The scarlet countdown on the glass wall finally reached zero.The voice resounded again, echoing in the empty white world, as if it was being surrounded by layers from all directions, deafening and terrifying:Welcome to the Nightmare live broadcast room, the next live broadcast will start immediately.The already dazzling light suddenly became brighter, frantically overloaded, like countless suns being condensed in a narrow room. The metal circle of the camera was almost half-melted in the strong light, the lens retracted and contracted rapidly as if it was a living creature.Wen Jianyan had to close his eyes. Across the bright thin eyelids that were illuminated, the light that made his eyes hurt could not be completely blocked, causing a fine needle-like pain.At this time, The mechanical female voice became emotionally vibrant:Our aim is to entertain to death!***The live broadcast has started.There are countless channels connected to the huge live broadcast square. Each channel leads to a different live broadcast hall. Each hall is densely packed with countless small screens. The list hangs in the air, and various scenes are spinning rapidly, waiting to be selected by greedy spectators.There are so many new anchors this time, I'm so excited.This is the largest number of new people introduced to the live broadcast room, right? I have never seen so many live broadcast halls below Grade D in the square before.There are so many newcomers, so there should not be many A-level or above squares openings this time right?I'm so disappointed, what's so good about the newcomers' screaming and running away and not believing in the evil and old tricks. I'll just sit and wait for the old anchors to start the broadcast.Of course, the old anchors are very entertaining. But after all, they are all familiar faces, and I'm tired of watching them.For your and others' viewing experience, please follow the rules in the live room and no spoilers are allowed in the barrage.After brief dizziness, Wen Jianyan opened his eyes.The overhead fan creaks and whistles, emitting an exhaustive hum, looking at it for too long can make you feel dizzy.The young man had broad shoulders and long legs. He was lying on the narrow bed, a little restrained.He sat up and looked around silently.This is an old-fashioned student dormitory. The walls were crooked and dirty, covered with wallpaper of no apparent original colour, filthy dark brown and dirty yellow water stains seeping from below.In the narrow room, there are four bunk beds, and the rust-red colour peeled off from the iron armrests.A mirror with a missing corner was attached to the cabinet on the opposite bed. The surface of the mirror was dirty and had greasy handprints. In the dim light, only a vague figure could be seen in it.On the table beside him were piles of messy books, covered with dust.Wen Jianyan was lying on the bottom bunk of one of the beds.There was an indescribably strange smell in the air that made it hard to breathe.In the lower right corner of his line of sight is a translucent light screen.Live room 789326qwkStatus: On airOnline viewers: 3The number of online viewers fluctuates between 0 and 3.No one posted any comments, as if they were just clicking in to watch like a bored audience.There was no one else in the room beside him.Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes, his long straight eyelashes cast a little shadow on his white face. There was no emotion on his face, and he seemed to be extremely calm.He rolled over, got out of bed and thenHe started retching while leaning on the table beside him.The back of the young man's shirt trembled slightly with the sound of vomiting, the arm holding the edge of the table exerted force, and the blue veins burst out on the well-defined forearm.After a long time, he finally stopped.The mask of ease and calmness at the beginning was shattered and disappeared like melting snow. The corners of the young man's eyes were wet and red, and the previously calm and unwavering facial features instantly became fresh and vivid, appearing particularly fragile and helpless in the dirty mirror.That's right.What calmness, what composer.. It's all fake!Wen Jianyan's inner activities are completely incompatible with the above adjectives.Any normal person will be frightened when they see the previous scene!The red colour countdown, a broadcast full of malice, and strange cameras. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a scene that only appears in a horror novel! Don't mention how scary it is!T/N: D Ci : Virtue and talent
