Livestreaming Forbidden Zone: Starting with a Qilin Tattoo Terrifies the Entire Internet

East coast of North America.

Top secret military port.

The tsunami, hundreds of meters high, reached three kilometers outside the harbor, where it was forcibly torn apart by an invisible force field. Seawater poured in on both sides, devastating the surrounding civilian docks.

But the naval port itself wasn't even scratched.

The defense system was activated long ago.

Longevity Club.

These supernatural beings hiding behind Western tycoons set their sights on the Atlantic Ocean the moment the satellite was burned.

They have their own observation network.

We don't rely on the government.

So when Behemoth and Anas poked their heads out of the sea fog, there was already a living person waiting on the dock.

Blonde hair.

Blue eyes.

Haute couture suits.

He wore a silver snake badge on his chest.

Chief Special Envoy of the Longevity Club.

There were twelve heavily armed special forces soldiers behind him, but he waved his hand, signaling them to step back.

"No need."

He straightened his cuffs, a hint of superiority typical of Western elites tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I've watched those live streams featuring Asians."

"These two are considered his pets."

"Pets...a good bird chooses a good tree to perch on."

He strolled to the dock.

The outline of Behemoth was completely revealed from the sea fog.

A colossal rock formation hundreds of meters high, with magma dripping down its fissures and splashing into the sea, creating steam tens of meters high.

Anas floated beside him, water dripping from his green scales.

The blond agent took a deep breath.

It's even more dangerous than it looks on screen.

However, the larger the person, the more stubborn they are, and the easier it is for them to be bought off with benefits.

He imitated Jiang Han's gesture from the live stream, raising his right hand and waving it at Behemoth.

Then he spoke in fluent and clear English.

"That... Your Majesty the Great Beast."

"On behalf of the Longevity Club, I extend my highest respect to you."

"As long as you are willing to cooperate, we have an endless supply of food and territory to claim at will."

His voice carried through the loudspeaker, drifting far away on the sea breeze.

Behemoth stopped.

Its enormous head lowered slightly.

Two pools of lava eyes landed on the small golden black dot on the dock.

I only glanced at it.

There was a hint of bewilderment in his voice.

"Is this tiny thing, no bigger than a sesame seed, barking at me?"

That was all it took to look.

The blond agent's smile hardened on his face.

His mouth was still half open, the rest of his words stuck in his throat.

But he could never say it again.

The moment Behemoth's gaze swept over him, his physical body began to collapse.

I didn't hear a loud bang.

There was no blood splattering.

Not even a scream escaped.

His skin and flesh turned to powder, turning into grayish-white residue.

The muscle fibers then break down.

The bones shattered into dust within half a second.

That million-dollar haute couture outfit, along with the living person inside, vanished in the blink of an eye under Behemoth's gaze, like being erased with an eraser, turning into a wisp of smoke in the wind.

It took less than two seconds.

Only a pair of leather shoes remained on the dock.

It's empty.

The twelve special forces soldiers behind him stared intently at the scene, then their grip loosened, and their guns shattered on the ground.

Someone lowered their head and dry heaved.

Someone turned and ran away.

Another person collapsed to the ground, his calves cramping, and yellow fluid dripping down his trouser leg.

Behemoth tilted its head.

He turned and snorted at Anas.

"teacher."

"How come this bug crumbled after just one look?"

"That tyrant's kin... are they really that fragile?"

Anas let out a long sigh.

"It's not that they're useless."

"It's because your dimension of existence is too high."

"Your eyes themselves radiate the laws of the abyss."

"How could their frail physical bodies withstand this level of information overload?"

Behemoth's brows furrowed into a knot.

"Then how am I supposed to play?"

"Die from just one look?"

Anas ignored it.

He turned toward the dock, a tune with a strange rhythm rolling down his throat.

It does not belong to any human language.

But those who were alive at the scene heard it clearly.

"Your civilization is too primitive."

"Not even worthy of being glanced at."

"Go back and give your boss a message."

"We're waiting for someone here."

"Don't send any more of these scraps to their deaths before he gets back."

These words were transmitted back to the Changsheng Club headquarters via the surveillance cable without missing a single one.

In the conference room.

A dozen or so top Western tycoons were intently watching the surveillance footage.

The wine glass in my hand shattered on the floor.

No one said a word.

They watched helplessly as their most prized ace agent failed to even exchange a glance with the behemoth.

It turned to ashes.

Not even a trace was left.

A one-sided, overwhelming attack, without even giving anyone a reason to resist.

At the same time.

Mars.

Jiang Han had already left Jianmu Island and stepped into the southern hemisphere of Mars.

This area is completely different from the north.

Having abandoned the glaring crimson of the north, the land now exudes a hint of blue-and-yellow earth.

There is vegetation.

There is a dried-up old riverbed.

There are even some green plants that look a bit like palm trees.

However, what flows in these leaf veins is not chlorophyll, but a dark golden liquid.

Jiang Han squatted down and broke off a branch.

Golden juice oozed from the broken surface.

He held it and examined it for two seconds, then clapped his hands and stood up.

"That's interesting."

He raised his chin towards the live stream camera.

"Just think about it yourselves, can the climate and topography of a planet be so distinctly divided between its northern and southern hemispheres?"

"To the north is a mass grave with a huge furnace."

"To the south are temperate forests and irrigation ditches."

"A boundless sea runs through the middle."

He rubbed the ground with the tip of his foot.

"Don't try to apply your Earth's geology to this."

"To put it bluntly, this entire Mars is just a living sandbox that the Qin Dynasty's Bureau of Creation casually created."

"Plant trees on the south side, burn firewood on the north side, and dig a ditch in the middle."

It all depends on their mood.

"It's like when you create a map in a game."

"However, the Qin Dynasty's sand table... was made into a planet."

When this news reached Earth...

Billions of people have just recovered from the horror of Behemoth's single glance that turned people into gray.

Then he was hit right on the head with this blow.

The entire planet is a sandbox.

It was clay that Da Qin casually sculpted.

The live chat completely stopped.

The keyboard is silent; everyone's hands are probably shaking.

Behemoth glared at the elite until he turned him to ashes.

The civilization that created Behemoths could casually sculpt a planet and use it as a decorative piece.

What are humans then?

[Bai Ye: ꒪⌓꒪ Then... what are we?]

This comment remained hanging there all by itself for five seconds.

No one dared to answer.

Because everyone's mind is buzzing with the same thought.

If the solar system is just the backyard of the Qin Dynasty.

If Mars is just a sculpted sandbox.

What about Earth then?

What is Earth?

Jiang Han did not give an answer.

He simply put his hands in his pockets and continued wading south.

He walked quite leisurely.

It looks like he's touching the back of his own head.