After death and rebirth, I became the only underworld anchor in the interstellar world.
The audience praised Rockets wildly, praising me for the realistic special effects and begging me to improve my talent.
I backhanded a "good brother" to post the link: "Family members, who knows? The thousand-year-old rice dumpling that was just unearthed is both fierce and handsome. If you think about it, deduct 1!"
The whole internet thought I was playing a trick, but they didn't know that every scream from the audience was food to feed the devil behind me, and it was also my only capital to fight against this weird world.
The horror game "Nightmare Arrives" that the entire galaxy is addicted to is actually a sacrificial array set up to resurrect an ancient evil god. The fear of hundreds of millions of players is the nourishment for His awakening.
And I am the number one sacrifice selected by the system, and I am also the only one who knows the truth. They live broadcast to have fun, and I live broadcast to risk my life.
When the game copies begin to merge, when virtual ghosts invade reality, this interstellar "cultural exorcism" revolution will be started by me!
