You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

The faceless man's movements were stiff, like a robot that hadn't been oiled in a long time.

But it is indeed moving.

He mimicked the cult leader's earlier gesture, waving his arms up and down, and clumsily tapping his legs to the beat.

Although there was no music, a cheerful grassland melody automatically played in the minds of everyone present.

The chat room went completely wild after a three-second pause.

Help! My eyes! My brain! They're all dirty!

[I declare this the most bizarre and utterly ridiculous moment in the Federation's century-long gaming history!]

[Faceless Man: I used to be a terrifying ghost, until I met the cult leader...]

What kind of expression is the game planner making right now? I'd spend 1000 credits to see!

[Scare level -100! Scare level -100! I laughed so hard my abs hurt!]

Hao Ren's expression was priceless.

He held his forehead with one hand and covered his mouth with the other, his shoulders shaking incessantly.

"This generation of players... they really know how to play."

Hao Ren finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

However, he wasn't angry; instead, he found it even more amusing.

The relationship between game designers and players is inherently a game of strategy.

The fact that players can unravel its design in unexpected ways is itself a testament to the game's appeal.

This shows that his games have depth and are playable.

Rather than a linear work that can only be completed by following a fixed process.

"However, it's time to stop here." A sly glint flashed in Hao Ren's eyes.

in the game.

The cult leader looked at the faceless man in front of him, who was diligently dancing the "Sarilang" dance, and nodded in satisfaction.

It's time to end this farce.

The faceless man should disappear automatically once he turns and leaves.

But just as he was about to turn around, something unexpected happened.

The faceless man who was dancing suddenly stopped.

It lowered its waving hands and stood up straight.

Then, its smooth, eggshell-like head slowly turned towards the leader.

Although he had no facial features, the cult leader clearly felt that he was being "watched".

A cold, malicious aura emanated from No-Face, completely different from the purely imitative "neutral" feeling he had given before.

The viewers in the live stream also noticed that something was wrong.

What's going on? The atmosphere has suddenly changed!

[It...it's stopped jumping?]

"Holy crap, look, its body...has it gotten bigger?"

That's right.

The faceless man's body was expanding at a visible rate.

Originally the size of an average adult, it grew to nearly three meters tall in just a few seconds.

Its pitch-black body almost burst through the entire corridor.

An immense sense of oppression washed over me.

The smile on the cult leader's face slowly disappeared.

He realized that he might have gone too far.

"Are you... teaching me how to do things?"

A hoarse, distorted voice, seemingly composed of countless human voices, emanated from the faceless man's body.

It had no mouth, but its voice echoed clearly in the corridor.

It slowly took a step toward the leader.

"boom!"

The heavy footsteps made the entire corridor tremble.

The bluestone slabs on the ground even had cracks.

The distance between it and the leader was reduced by one meter.

The cult leader instinctively took a step back.

But this time, No-Face did not imitate his actions.

It simply stood there, its massive black body radiating an ominous aura.

"You've crossed the line."

The mixed voice rang out again, filled with anger.

The cult leader immediately understood.

The imitation mechanism of this thing has a hidden "threshold".

You can test it and use it.

But you can't... humiliate it.

Once your behavior is judged as "teasing" or "provoking", its second form will be triggered.

From a passive imitator to an active... hunter.

[Holy crap! It's gone berserk!]

[I knew the developers weren't that kind! This is the complete version!]

[Cult Leader, run! This thing is too big to beat!]

The cult leader certainly knew he couldn't win.

He turned and ran.

Without any hesitation.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Behind me, I heard earth-shaking footsteps.

The enormous, faceless man was chasing him at a speed completely disproportionate to its size.

The walls on both sides of the corridor collapsed continuously under its impact, with bricks and stones flying everywhere.

The cult leader ran forward as fast as he could, and he could even feel the scorching airflow behind him.

If you get caught, you'll definitely be crushed into mincemeat.

He glanced back.

One glance was enough to send chills down his spine.

As the giant faceless man chased after them, distorted, painful faces began to appear on his body.

There are men and women, old and young.

They were all wailing and struggling silently, as if imprisoned in this black shell.

Are these the "people" who once tried to provoke it?

The cult leader dared not think any further.

He used all his strength to rush towards the end of the corridor.

At the end, there was the open gate of the mansion.

Once you get out and back into the yard, you should be safe.

close!

Closer!

Ten meters, five meters, three meters!

They were about to rush out the door.

Suddenly, a huge, dark hand slammed down from above his head.

The cult leader's pupils contracted sharply.

He tried to dodge, but it was too late.

That giant hand covered all his escape routes.

It’s over.

This was the last thought that flashed through the cult leader's mind.

But just as the giant hand was about to strike him, a small figure wearing a red bib suddenly rushed out from the side.

The water ghost girl actually spread her arms and stood in front of the cult leader.

With her frail, ethereal body, she met the colossal hand that blotted out the sky.

"Don't...bully your uncle!"

The girl let out a childish but determined scream.

"boom--!"

The giant hand fell.

The entire game screen was instantly engulfed by pure darkness and violent tremors.

The cult leader's live stream went black.

On the screen, only the four cold white words "Connection interrupted" remained.

A deathly silence that lasted for ten seconds.

In the live stream of the leader of the cult of science, more than 50 million viewers stared blankly at the black screen, their minds completely blank.

What just happened?

The cult leader...was instantly killed?

That little girl... rushed forward to take the bullet for me?

What the hell is that giant faceless man?

Countless questions swirled in everyone's mind.

Ten seconds later, the barrage of comments erupted like a volcano.

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Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! This is the ending?!

The little girl rushed forward! She rushed forward herself to protect the cult leader!

I cried, really, an NPC from a horror game actually made me cry!

What the hell is this plot? I thought it was a silly comedy, but it turned into a tragic hero drama in a second?!

[You heartless planner! Why did you kill me?! Why did you kill that little girl?!]

So, the level was not cleared? Even the cult leader failed?

The moment the thought crossed their minds, everyone fell silent.

Yes, the screen went black, the connection was lost.

Isn't this a sign of losing the game?

Even the omnipotent cult leader ultimately fell victim to the conspiracy orchestrated by the dog.

This "Embroidered Shoes" is indeed more difficult than "Red Veil"!

For a moment, the entire live stream was filled with an atmosphere of sadness and anger.

Some were moved by the little girl's sacrifice, some felt sorry for the cult leader's failure, but most were drawn to the game's creator, Hao Ren.

"A good person?" Pshaw! What kind of good person are you! You're just a heartless, plot-driven killer!

[We strongly demand the resurrection of the little girl! Otherwise, we'll send you death threats across the internet!]