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

"I see."

Jiang Han's voice rang out in the deathly silent live stream, carrying a hint of cold laughter.

[Understand? Understand what?]

[Holy crap! Don't just say half of what you mean! You're driving me crazy!]

[I know that smile so well! Every time Jiang Shen makes that expression, it means someone's about to be in big trouble!]

Amidst the agonizing curiosity of viewers across the internet, Jiang Han ended her sit-in.

He stood up, his face bearing a shrewd and ruthless confidence that seemed to know everything and was about to overturn the entire chessboard.

He turned and strode back to the settlement known as "Utopia 7".

This time, he ignored any of the residents who greeted him.

He walked straight through the village and arrived at the guard post located in the center.

The gate of the sentry post was tightly closed.

Jiang Han raised his hand and knocked on the door, neither too hard nor too soft.

"Thump, thump, thump."

A moment later, the door was opened from the inside.

A giant werewolf with a hunched back, wearing a tattered Soviet military overcoat, appeared at the door.

His golden, vertical pupils, filled with scrutiny and vigilance, stared intently at Jiang Han.

Warden Volkov.

"Comrade Purifier, are you lost again?" Volkov's voice was hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

Jiang Han looked at him, her smile widening.

He countered, "Comrade Warden, is your 'private rations' enough to eat?"

Volkov's pupils contracted sharply the moment he heard the words "private grain".

This micro-expression did not escape Jiang Han's eyes.

Before the other party could react, Jiang Han began to speak, word by word, in a calm, almost declarative tone.

"I have observed your food distribution records. The total amount of live protein polymers distributed to residents each day is always a little less than what is produced."

"I also heard a faint energy fluctuation beneath your sentry post. That fluctuation is exactly the same as a type of alchemical matrix called 'Living Gold' deep within the forbidden zone."

"Oh, by the way, there's some of that gold powder on the cuffs of your military coat too."

Every word Jiang Han uttered was like a precise, sharp knife piercing Volkov's heart.

Beads of cold sweat began to appear on the werewolf warden's forehead. His hand gripping the doorknob trembled slightly, and his composure was completely replaced by horror.

How did he know?!

Even his closest subordinates were unaware of these details!

"you……"

"You don't want all the residents to know that you're secretly hoarding alchemical substrate behind the backs of the entire 'Utopia,' do you?" Jiang Han's voice was low, carrying a hint of devilish temptation.

Volkov's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively wanted to close the door.

However, as soon as he exerted force, a large, iron-like hand pressed down on the door panel.

It's Jiang Han.

"Bang!"

Jiang Han exerted force with one hand, unleashing a burst of pure Yang energy.

The heavy iron door, made of fine steel, along with its frame, was twisted into a pretzel-shaped pile of scrap metal in his hands!

The grating sound of metal twisting was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent village.

Give me the 'key'.

Jiang Han's icy gaze pierced through the twisted scrap metal, locking onto Volkov.

The intellectual manipulation and the absolute physical suppression were accomplished simultaneously.

Volkov looked at the smoldering scrap metal, then at Jiang Han's emotionless golden eyes.

His last line of defense completely collapsed.

"I...I'll give..."

The werewolf warden trembled all over as he pulled a brass medal engraved with a sickle and hammer and the words "CCCP" from the inside of his military overcoat and handed it over with trembling hands.

Jiang Han took the cold medal with one hand.

The medal was still damp with Volkov's cold sweat.

He turned the medal over; on the back was engraved a line of small Russian characters: "For the Red Eden."

Having obtained the "key," Jiang Han never looked at the werewolf who had collapsed to the ground again.

He turned around and, amidst the bewildered gazes of the entire village and a global audience, strode back to the hibernation pod.

Everyone held their breath.

No one could understand what changes such a small medal could bring about.

Jiang Han arrived in front of the hibernation pod, reached out and felt along the smooth surface of the pod.

Soon, he found an extremely well-hidden groove.

The shape of the groove perfectly matched the brass medal in his hand.

He pressed the medal in forcefully.

"Click".

When the medal was fully embedded, the whole world made no loud noise.

Instead, everything fell into an absolute silence for a moment, a silence so profound that even the sound of a heartbeat could not be heard.

After the deathly silence.

"Click—"

A very faint sound, like a craft knife slicing through drawing paper, rang out.

Before Jiang Han, the entire world—the sky, the earth, the distant village, and the hibernation pod in front of him—was split open by a straight, pitch-black "seam"!

At the edge of that crack, there was no surge of energy, no spatial distortion.

Yes, but it's the rough, fibrous texture of the paper after it's been torn!

From above, the entire eerie fairytale world looks like a giant sheet of paper that has been torn in half!

Oh my god...

The world... has been torn apart?

My worldview... shattered along with it...

In the live stream, billions of viewers were collectively silenced.

Their brains were no longer able to process this scene that was beyond all comprehension.

Jiang Han stood before the crack, turned around, faced the camera, and coldly uttered the final answer.

"I told you, there's no room here."

"because……"

"This is just one page."

The words fell.

He lifted his foot, took a step, and walked out from the black crack.

The live stream camera followed him closely.

The scene changes instantly.

Viewers across the internet witnessed a scene they will never forget.

Jiang Han stood up from a yellowed Russian experimental logbook lying open on a dusty control panel.

His feet were on the cracked, real concrete floor.

Behind him, on the open pages of his experimental diary, were two-dimensional color illustrations of the "Utopia 7" settlement.

In the illustration, the girl named Anna seems to still be looking at the world outside the book with her innocent smile.