I wore a bronze mask and broadcast live for three years, just to avenge Lu Yanqing - the man who caused me to be disfigured and ended my top career.
Until we were forcibly tied to the same death variety show.
On a desert island, live broadcast around the world, the AI host announced with a smile:
"The person with the lowest popularity will be eliminated - meaning, die."
When teammates died "accidentally" one after another in front of the camera,
We discovered a truth more terrifying than death:
The memory of the "accident" that changed everything three years ago is false.
Even my utter hatred for him was a carefully coded instruction.
And now, the manipulator behind the scenes whispers through the camera:
"Congratulations, you have been upgraded from chess pieces to experimental subjects."
In this deadly swamp where data and humanity intersect,
The only thing we can believe in is
Only the knives in each other's hands were pointed at each other's throats.
——When hatred is fake, what is real?
