I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 225 A Feast for the Dead... Please, let people die! (Don't read this while eating!)

The next game for "Prison BA" is going to be a "life-or-death" affair, and this isn't just sensational hype; it's serious!
The incident stemmed from two pharmaceutical companies that each sponsored a "Prison Basketball" team.

One pharmaceutical company is promoting a potent painkiller that advertises it as making players "unshakeable and impervious to collisions"; while another pharmaceutical company is pushing a high-energy supplement that claims to be "bursting with energy and invincible."

Because it's a perfect "spear and shield" situation, any boasting by one side is seen as an attack on the other.

Initially, the two sides were just competing with each other in advertising, boasting about the miraculous effects of their own products.

However, as the popularity of "Prison BA" soared and the huge profits brought by the film's success in Europe increased, the rivalry between the two companies intensified, gradually evolving from commercial competition into a battle of egos.

Especially since the teams they sponsor are about to clash head-on, the media keeps stirring things up, saying that whoever wins the game isn't bragging!
In an effort to prove the absolute superiority of their products, the two companies, already caught up in the hype, both made a bold statement: in the upcoming direct confrontation, the drug will be at full strength, and neither side will be spared!

In order to fulfill this crazy vow, both sides urgently applied to the "Prison BA" alliance to introduce several prisoners who had been sentenced to death and were awaiting execution. They signed a kind of "volunteer experiment" agreement with them, promising their families huge compensation, and successfully formed two real "suicide squads"!
The media initially just fanned the flames, but they were shocked when they discovered that the "Prison BA" was actually manipulating death row inmate transfers and had begun extreme pharmacological preparations!
After a brief moment of shock, the media were overjoyed; this was big news!

Newspapers rushed to use the most sensational and eye-catching headlines they could think of, creating a frenzy of hype for the upcoming "feast of death":

A deadly brawl erupts in "Prison Basketball"! The players' final battle is their last!

"The Battlefield of Medical Science: When the Basketball Court Becomes a Testing Ground for the Human Body's Limits!"

The Grim Reaper Invitational Tournament: Stay tuned, who will be the first to fall?

This naturally sparked a massive controversy.

Opponents condemned the move as insane, a trampling of basic human decency, and a regression of civilization by thousands of years, saying it "turns sports into a naked Roman gladiatorial arena, or even worse!"

However, many hardcore fans and stakeholders of "Prison BA" have also expressed that
"It's just giving a bunch of scum who should have died long ago a different way of dying, and at the same time, it's a contribution to society. What's wrong with that?"

Opponents protested: "Making contributions? Besides entertaining you perverts, what contributions have you made?!"

"How is sacrificing oneself for medical research not a contribution? Besides, if someone voluntarily chooses to use death for public entertainment, is that any of your business? We should respect the freedom to die, okay?"

"Fuck squid's 'voluntary' act! Fuck squid's 'freedom to die'! You cold-blooded monsters!"

However, despite the huge controversy and the fact that most people verbally condemned it as "a distortion of humanity and a moral decline," tickets for this competition, dubbed a "feast of death," sold out within minutes of going on sale, and even at sky-high prices on the black market, tickets were still extremely difficult to obtain!
Many more people inquired about the time of the Voice of Liberty's live broadcast in advance so they could tune in to their radios early.

The main character is someone who talks a big game but whose actions tell a different story!

The game was held in Milwaukee, an industrial city that is usually rather quiet, but has never been the focus of attention across the United States as it was at this moment.

The "Prison BA" league also promoted it as a key game of the season, and released a declaration from the main death row inmates of both sides—

"If you can't kill him, beat him to death!"

"I'll have plenty of time to rest after I die. Tonight, don't stop me from dying!"

This straightforward embrace of death has stirred public emotions to a fever pitch.

Media reporters applying for coverage rights thronged the league office, no one wanting to miss what could be the darkest game in modern sports history.

Even Logan, who has lived two lives and is the mastermind behind countless "mad" events, said he had never seen anything like this before. So he "pulled strings" to squeeze out a broadcaster from Voice of Liberty and prepared to watch this epic showdown up close!
On the night of the game, the Milwaukee basketball arena, which can hold nearly 10,000 people, was not just packed to capacity, but rather like a sardine can crammed full of people, with every crevice filled with a restless energy that was a mixture of anticipation, fervor, and a bloodthirsty emotion.

Logan warmed up before the game: "...Listeners, I can't put words into words how I feel right now. I'm in the center of the arena, but it feels more like I'm hovering at the entrance to hell."

"The cheers from the audience didn't seem like encouragement; they were more like urging death on. Perhaps witnessing destruction and death is a primal desire deeply rooted in the human soul!"

"Everyone has a wild beast inside them that needs to be unleashed!"

Countless listeners gathered in front of the radio: I get it! I'm so damn envious of those guys who were there in person!

"The players are entering the field!" Logan's voice suddenly rose. "Look at their eyes, that's the kind of resolute determination that disregards life and death! I must say, for them, tonight may be the final chapter, but to die so spectacularly, echoing throughout the entire nation, means their lives have not been in vain!"

The team that "charges" with technology is called "Lightning," while the team that "fights pain" with technology is called "Iron Wall," both symbolizing their playing styles.

In the first quarter, neither side immediately resorted to drastic measures; it was more like a warm-up and a test of the officiating intensity.

Right, this "warm-up" is a bit too intense!
The Lightning's players are like bulls, relying on explosive power and speed to charge forward; while the Ironwall's "defense" also relies on physical collisions and interceptions.

The dull thuds of muscles colliding, the whistling of shoes rubbing together, and the muffled groans of players in pain were incessant.

Soon, someone on the field was bleeding from a head wound, but the referee's whistle was unusually lenient, as if he had tacitly accepted that this was a war that was not bound by ordinary rules.

This made the atmosphere even more intense, and the emotions of the audience were completely ignited. The frenzied shouts, whistles and incomprehensible howls merged into a terrifying sound wave that almost blew the roof off the venue!
Tonight, neither side's supporters pulled any tricks in the stands, because they weren't the main characters in this match, not even the players. The only real protagonist was death!

When the final whistle blew at the end of the first quarter, the pitiful single-digit score on the scoreboard seemed utterly insignificant. No one truly cared about who was leading by how many points; deep in everyone's eyes burned the same fervent expectation—when would death come?

coming! finally come!
Holiday breaks have become ritualistic moments for "experiencing technology".

Under the spotlight of countless cameras and viewers, the players from both teams took the medicine bottles handed to them by the coaches and team doctors on the bench, and without hesitation, stuffed them into their mouths like peanuts, swallowing them with their drinks!

Even the most thrill-seeking viewers couldn't help but twitch their eyelids upon witnessing this death-defying "drug-taking" scene.

The medicine is really incredibly effective!

Expectations reached their peak at this moment!

The atmosphere in the entire stadium was so intense it was like a giant powder keg, just waiting for a spark to ignite the whole arena.

"beep--!"

As the whistle blew, everyone held their breath, awaiting the anticipated bloody "death duel."

Team Lightning struck first!
Their key defender, with bloodshot eyes, received the pass and charged straight at his defender like a cannonball, unstoppable.

His opponent was hit head-on like a truck, flying several meters backward before crashing heavily to the floor and rolling several times!

The power is indeed terrifying!
The entire audience erupted in deafening gasps and cheers!
However, the player who was knocked away rolled twice on the ground, then shakily got up, shook his head, and seemed to show no pain on his face. Then he continued to play as if nothing had happened!
It's truly unshakeable!

The cheers from the audience turned into an even more frenzied wave that just wouldn't stop!
In the following rounds, the field turned into a "flying man" performance, with players being knocked into the air, falling to the ground, and getting up again in all sorts of exaggerated poses...

Every brutal collision elicited a deafening roar from the entire stadium.
"Run him over! Run him over! Run him over!"

The atmosphere was incredibly heated. Everyone thought that this fierce battle of exchanging pieces had only just begun, and that even bloodier chapters were yet to come.

However, one of the biggest characteristics of "Prison BA" is that it is never predictable!
After several rounds of more intense "warm-up," the drug's effects seemed to have been fully realized.

The problem is, the effects of this medicine are not what anyone expected.

In the next offensive and defensive transition, the Lightning players, who had been full of energy and vitality just moments before, suddenly changed their expressions drastically, clutching their stomachs and gesturing towards the coaching bench in obvious pain, clearly wanting to call a timeout. Huh? What's going on?
Then the Iron Wall team's players also became extremely strange.

They wore dreamy, dazed smiles, their eyes unfocused, as if they were witnessing some blissful scene. Then they stretched out their arms and warmly embraced the nearest Lightning player, starting to kiss or nibble on him!
The entire audience: "???"

"What the fuck?!"

The art style suddenly shifted from death to gay romance?! What the hell is this?!
This surreal scene caused everyone's brains to briefly freeze.

The Lightning players, caught in the grip, were both anxious and angry. They tried to push away these strangely behaving opponents, but found themselves weak and powerless, collapsing to the ground like limp shrimps. They could only desperately cry out for help: "Help, help me... I have diarrhea!"

The referees, coaching staff, and even the spectators in the front row who could hear clearly all changed their expressions upon hearing this!
However, the "effect" of the drug was so strong that there was no time to react.

Before the rescuers could even arrive, the several Lightning players, suffering from excruciating abdominal pain, tragically lost their sphincter muscles and, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, transformed into "Jet Warriors"!
Yellow and white substances gushed uncontrollably from his basketball shorts, and the scene instantly became extremely indescribable.

This is not the most despairing thing.

The most desperate thing was that the Iron Wall players, who seemed to have eaten poisonous mushrooms and entered a hallucinatory state, completely ignored this terrifying "biological attack." Hearing the Lightning players' cries for help, they seemed to feel an even more extreme "pleasure" and rolled on the ground to continue kissing and nibbling.

The results can be imagined!

They each gnawed their mouths full of hot, indescribable stuff!
The audience was stunned by this scene that exceeded the limits of human imagination, leaving them speechless. After a brief silence, a great sense of physical discomfort struck, and they burst into various retching, screaming and cursing!
Even Logan, who was well-traveled and experienced, twitched his face and sat there like a frozen statue!

The referees, these elites who could usually quell any riot with their precise fighting skills, were completely dumbfounded at this moment.

All the fighting skills he had learned in his life seemed so pale and powerless in the face of a completely new challenge: the "hallucinogenic hug monster that spews filth from its mouth".

"Help...help me..." the jetpackers struggled, letting out weak and desperate cries of shame and indignation.

The referees finally snapped out of their daze, fighting off the churning in their stomachs, and rushed onto the field to try and "save" the situation, separating the nightmarish entanglement.

Their careers have faced their greatest challenge yet; every attempt to pull them apart risks being contaminated with "biological weapons"!
The scene was once very chaotic.

With great difficulty, the referees, suppressing their extreme nausea, seized the opportunity and once again unleashed their fighting skills, knocking out the "Dream Team" players who were engrossed in their "gnawing" game with a single punch.

Almost at the same time the last "dream team" player collapsed, before the final whistle could be blown, the tough referees could no longer hold back and began to vomit violently.

The coaching staff of both teams paid silent respect to the referees with eyes full of admiration, while quickly directing staff members wearing raincoats (?) to the field to rescue the players in the "diarrhea group" who were slumped on the ground, looking utterly hopeless.

The audience erupted in chaos!
It was a hellish scene, but not the hellish scene they had envisioned!

Some people couldn't bear to look and covered their eyes tightly, as if that would erase the terrifying images from their minds.

Some people were furious. Their souls, which were not afraid of death, were severely corrupted by this scene. They cursed and shouted "Refund!"

Many more people covered their mouths and chests, their faces turning pale, and they kept gagging, turning the entire venue into a giant seasickness scene.

Well, there were also a few people whose eyes lit up, their faces beaming with the excitement of discovering a new continent!
The most dedicated, or rather, forced to be dedicated, are the announcers of Voice of Liberty.

Logan took a deep breath to calm himself down, then almost broke down by the indescribable smell.

Finally, by tightly gripping the web between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand, he managed to suppress the urge to vomit and, with the calmest voice he had ever used, vividly described the hellish scene to countless listeners in front of the radio who could not witness it in person.

Yes, this is definitely not because I want to inflict the psychological harm I have suffered on the audience.

Then, he launched into a tirade against the pharmaceutical company that had started it all:

"What a piece of trash company, what kind of trash drugs! They replenish energy to the point of complete dehydration, and reduce pain to the point of being completely numb even when eating shit. This is worse than eating a dead person! Death row inmates have human rights too! They're not here to test this garbage on you!"

He didn't know what the main ingredients of these two drugs were, but it didn't matter anymore. He was beyond saving and was just waiting to die!

Another announcer, pressing her churning chest, added weakly:

"Yes, listeners... please don't think we're heartless or lack compassion. You didn't see it, but those players who are still conscious on the field all have a desperate look on their faces, as if they're saying, 'Please, let us die!'"

"As for those who are delirious, to be honest, I think once they come to their senses, they'll only want to die even more!"

"God... if I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have eaten dinner... ugh!" He finally couldn't hold back and let out a dry heaving sound.

Logan tried to comfort him: "No, man, do you think that watching this on an empty stomach will make you have a better appetite after the game?"

Countless listeners in front of the radio closed their eyes in anguish, screaming wildly in their minds:

"Please, please stop talking!"

Just imagining that scene is enough to make even the strongest stomach cramp! Post-match dinner? I don't want to touch any food tomorrow!

Don't blame them for their vivid imaginations; just how much of a scoundrel is Logan?

His vivid descriptions even included the onomatopoeic word "plop"; and heaven knows how many adjectives are in English, such as "human fountain," "drinking while hugging a 'fountain'," and "freshly baked hot"... He managed to forcefully construct an incredibly clear hellish scene in the minds of every listener.

Tonight, America is destined to be an America that saves a lot of money on food!
Goebbels, along with his German teammates, listened to the entire match on the radio and fell into a long, stunned silence.

Among their group, only a few wealthy men had bought exorbitantly priced tickets from scalpers to watch the game live. They had initially been quite envious, but now they felt incredibly fortunate—not going to the game was truly God's most merciful blessing!
Just hearing the description made them feel nauseous, and they couldn't imagine the terrifying mental shock of being there in person.

Americans are still too wild!

After the intense nausea subsided slightly, Goebbels thought to himself: "This game was a complete disaster. How will the 'Prison BA' league manage public opinion? It's better to be lucky than early..."

The German pharmaceutical representatives who traveled with Goebbels, after their initial shock and nausea, were beaming with delight.

"Garbage! American pharmaceutical companies are truly garbage!"

"But it's good to be trashy! It's wonderfully trashy!"

"We were worried about how to market ourselves, but what happened? Our 'generous' American counterparts personally put on such a perfect live demonstration of what not to do!"

"It's just a bit disgusting!"

"Be content, these days money is hard to earn and life is tough..."

“Halt den Mund!”

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(End of this chapter)