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

Jiang Han stopped, casually crushed a piece of dark gold rock, and looked up at the live broadcast camera.

The rock turned into the finest dust between his fingers and drifted away with the wind.

He didn't look at the powder in his hand; his gaze seemed to pierce through the thin atmosphere of Mars and through tens of millions of kilometers of vacuum, directly accessing the surveillance footage of a top-secret military port in the Atlantic Ocean on Earth through the system network.

In the scene, the blond agent in a bespoke suit, representing the Western Longevity Club, turned to ashes along with his arrogant smile under Behemoth's questioning gaze.

"interesting."

Jiang Han felt nothing; in fact, he found it somewhat laughable.

These mortals, who consider themselves the elite of Earth, always like to use their pathetic set of social rules to test beings they cannot comprehend at all.

That's how it is; they don't even deserve to be looked at twice.

In the live stream, viewers were still immersed in the terrifying truth that "Mars is a sandbox," and the barrage was completely silent. The only occasional comment that appeared was filled with doubt about the meaning of existence.

[Bai Ye: If Mars is a sandbox... then what is Earth...? A brain in a jar?]

[Kicking the doorframe: Stop thinking about it, the more you think about it, the crazier you get. I'd rather believe I'm an NPC now.]

[Aolai Country: Nature, of course, is not natural. This statement now sounds like the most terrifying truth in the universe.]

Upon seeing this comment, Jiang Han's lips curled into a faint, cold smile.

He raised his right hand, and a cluster of pure Yang Qilin True Fire suddenly ignited in his palm.

The intense heat instantly distorted the surrounding space.

Instead of explaining, he used the most brutal action to forcibly extract the invisible high-dimensional energy from the thin air around him.

The energy was forcibly pulled out by the true fire, gathered in his palm, and condensed into a suspended water sphere.

Then, Jiang Han repeated the action four more times.

Five energy water spheres of varying sizes, nested in layers, floated in mid-air, resembling a bizarre model of a galaxy.

The outermost water sphere is the largest, and the innermost one is the smallest.

Under the ultra-high-definition lens of the live broadcast, billions of viewers around the world can clearly see that inside each water sphere, countless micro-dust particles are rapidly evolving.

They transformed from inorganic matter into organic matter, giving birth to the most primitive cells, then single-celled organisms, and then to twisted multicellular organisms... The succession of life was accelerated by billions of times, covering the billions of years that took Earth a single breath.

Microscopic life forms within the water sphere are frantically created and destroyed, devouring each other, evolving, establishing brief civilizations, only to be completely wiped out by more advanced predators in the next second.

This scene is more shocking than any science fiction movie because it happened right before our eyes!

Dragon Kingdom, 749 Bureau Headquarters.

Chief Scientist Long Guozhu stared intently at the screen, his aged hands trembling like those of someone with Parkinson's disease. He knocked over the coffee cup next to him, spilling scalding liquid all over his hand without even noticing.

"No...it's impossible..."

"He...he's creating a world out of thin air!"

"This is a trampling on the very foundation of physics! Our universe... our reality... is it really just...?"

Professor Smith, the top mythologist in the United States, had just recovered from the shock brought by Behemoth. Upon seeing the five worlds in Jiang Han's palm, his eyes rolled back, and he slumped into his chair, muttering to himself:

"God...this is the true God..."

Jiang Han watched the ugly spectacle of the world's top scholars' faith collapsing, as if watching an amusing farce.

He stretched out his finger and gently poked at the outermost water sphere.

"Did you see that?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, striking deep into everyone's soul.

"What you call the universe, the scientific truth you spend your whole lives pursuing, is right here."

He pointed to the bottommost level, to the smallest, most fragile, and slowest-evolving water sphere.

"Isn't it ridiculous that an advanced civilization sets up the parameters and then watches you insects spin around in there, cheering for discovering a 'physical constant' they casually tossed aside?"

"Nature? There is no such thing as nature."

Jiang Han's sneer grew increasingly cruel. Due to the high temperature of the Qilin True Fire, the collar of his combat uniform was slightly open, revealing the faint dark red demonic patterns on his bronze skin, exuding a deadly and dangerous sense of asceticism.

"Everything you're pursuing is nothing more than a pointless experiment by some life form in the upper water sphere."

boom!

After a half-minute period of complete silence, the chat in the global live stream exploded.

It wasn't a debate, it wasn't a shock, but a pure, desperate wail!

【Aaaaaaah! I'm going crazy! I'm going crazy!】

Help! Someone please save me! I feel like my world is melting!

It's all fake! It's all fake! Our existence is fake, our struggles are fake, everything is fake!

Just then, the live stream screen was suddenly covered by countless bold, blood-red characters.

[Jiang Shen!!! Help!!! A Behemoth has landed in North America!!!]

It immediately saw us as gray! Truly, utterly gray! We're finished!

The Western armies are nothing but paper before it! God Jiang! We beg you! Only you can save us!

Faced with the fear of the world's end, netizens around the world completely abandoned their nationality, prejudice, and arrogance. The barrage of comments was filled with kowtowing and pleas for help in various languages, showing humility to the point of being in the dust.

Jiang Han raised his eyebrows slightly.

He casually waved his hand and brought up the surveillance video of the military port that the system had captured.

Watching the blond agent turn to ashes in shock, his expression showed no pity, but rather as if he were watching his own pet suffer a little injustice.

"Tsk, these bugs, they just had to provoke it."

He turned off the video, then focused his gaze back on the live stream camera, his eyes icy and piercing.

"My pet meant no harm."

His voice was broadcast live around the world, every word clear and distinct.

"It was those self-righteous Western idiots who went and courted death."

"It just glanced at them curiously."

"If they can't even withstand this, it only proves that they're so useless they don't even qualify as toys."

"I warn all of you, stop provoking it."

"Otherwise, you won't even have the chance to die."

As soon as the words fell, at the headquarters of the Longevity Club, a high-ranking member of a conglomerate who had just been clamoring to use space-based weapons was so angry that he spat a mouthful of blood onto the screen, but he couldn't even utter a single word of rebuttal.

Because they all knew that what Jiang Han said was true.

With a single sentence, he defined the nature of this international dispute.

Anyone who dares to disobey is essentially asking to be wiped off the face of the earth.

Jiang Han ignored the ridiculous farce on Earth and turned to continue walking deeper into the southern part of Mars.

The ground beneath his feet began to change color from earthy yellow to a completely charred black.

A faint, pungent stench began to permeate the air.

I walked about one kilometer.

Jiang Han stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed on the scorched earth directly in front of him, now completely blackened, and his nose twitched slightly.

The pure-blooded Qilin's intuition was sending him a warning.

The stench intensified, carrying with it a putrid smell of some kind of high-dimensional pollution.

He frowned slightly, his muscles taut beneath his black combat suit, and the Qilin tattoo on his back glowed faintly, radiating a strong, almost tangible aura of masculine hormones.

The sky directly in front of them had been soaked in thick blood, and a stench strong enough to instantly rot any three-dimensional creature was rolling in from the scorched earth.