When a [game] encounters its chief designer, he should be a little transparent person who can't survive a copy, but he is led by the big boss to win all the way.
One day, a group of new players appeared in the live broadcast room. Other players did not take it seriously. They just lamented that these players were really unlucky. In the newbie copy at the beginning, they got a hell-level copy known as the "death copy". Although it was a one-star copy, veteran players in the [game] all knew that the mortality rate of this copy was as high as 95%, and the difficulty was even comparable to that of a three-star copy. Players who had no points and equipment at the beginning would not be able to pass the level, and even if they did, they would definitely go crazy.
However, people soon discovered that among this group of players there was a crazy handsome man who was very awesome. Not to mention all kinds of cool operations, high IQ deductions, and super skills, he beat NPCs, fought with novice coaches, and even quarreled with the taciturn system master. How could he not be awesome if he made the system curse people?
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The first copy of "Laboratory No. 109"
On the surface, it is a [prison] for serious criminals, but in fact it is a large laboratory where living subjects are used for various horrific experiments. It is euphemistically called "punishment", but the "people" there don't care at all, "Aren't they all still alive?"
However, those things that are like maggots, dragging their internal organs, with their skeletons corroded and charred, with minced flesh and blood piled unsightly on top, slowly crawling on the open intestines, are they really called "alive"?
The people there didn't feel any guilt. In the face of everyone's screams and begging for mercy, they showed only indifference.
Until one day, the prisoners disappeared mysteriously, and those people were angry because someone had touched their precious "experimental subjects." However, as the people around them died "accidentally" one by one, some people finally began to panic. They were all on guard, checking for personnel, and wearing top-notch equipment. But, what's the use?
The truth is shrouded in mist. People there never stop committing crimes, and neither does retribution.
Purpose: Punish evil. . .