The terrifying heavens inside the box

Looking at the "Haunted House" in the box, and the "Ghost Idol" entering the live broadcast room automatically created by the computer, Wang Hao couldn't help but click his tongue.

"I wonder which unlucky soul will be lucky enough to become her number one die-hard fan."

"How lucky we are, after all, this is a brand new version... oh, it seems it's already here."

……

A cabin in the woods, in an island nation.

A mysterious live streaming room suddenly appeared on the Internet.

It was first discovered by a group of young people who love following celebrities.

However, their idols are not popular actors or stars in real life, but rather the currently popular virtual idols.

"Everyone! I've discovered a new virtual idol! But I can't find out which agency she belongs to... yet her style is totally my cup of tea!"

This post instantly attracted the attention of many enthusiasts on the virtual idol forum.

"Where?"

"Is there another new project coming out?"

"Where's the link?"

Before long, the comments section was flooded with requests for links.

Upon seeing this, the person who posted the message also posted the link.

The popularity of this live stream room also began to grow at a visible speed.

What puzzled many viewers was that this virtual idol, whose long hair covered half her face and only revealed one eye, and who wore a white Lolita dress, didn't seem to like talking to people.

Why is there no sound?

Did I turn the volume down?

"I accidentally flipped the volume button!!!"

"It seems like that character didn't even move their mouth?"

"Is this a semi-finished product?"

A group of people were chatting in the live chat when they suddenly noticed that the virtual idol raised its head and tilted its head, as if it were looking at the comments on its head.

Wow! So cute!

"It's strangely cute!"

"I get it, so this is the idol character design for the new project? A mute Hanhime!"

"Hanahime!"

"Agreed! Half-Princess is the best!"

"But doesn't Hanhime have any talents? Like singing or chatting?"

"Cute is enough!"

"Yeah, I thought the songstress's singing was just so-so, but she's still so popular."

This comment instantly ignited the chat, turning the entire live stream into a battlefield with everyone hurling insults at each other.

At this moment, the anonymous user who had been stirring things up fell silent, watching with great interest as "Stinky Otaku" and "Clown" argued back and forth on the internet.

"Huh? What's going on? That virtual idol seems to be... looking at me?"

I noticed that half-covered face, with clear black and white eyes that seemed to be staring intently at me through the screen.

The person stirring up trouble felt inexplicably guilty, even though he usually liked to provoke conflicts and had done things like doxxing.

He subconsciously stood up, feeling his bladder about to burst, and wanted to go to the toilet. At the same time, he glanced at the screen out of the corner of his eye and his eyes widened instantly.

On the screen, the virtual idol known as "Half-Princess" had one eye that started bleeding.

Even more terrifying, streaks of blood began to seep from the computer screen.

The person who started the fire was so frightened that their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground with a thud, startling their family members outside the house who rushed to open the door.

"Da Lang? What are you doing?"

Upon seeing his mother enter, the person stirring up trouble swallowed hard, pointed at the computer, and then shouted, "Oh, Kassan! There's... there's a ghost!"

His mother looked up, glanced at the screen, and asked with a puzzled expression, "Hmm? You mean that child? He's quite cute."

"Cute?" The one who was stirring up trouble suddenly turned around. The blood on the screen was still flowing, and even the face of the "half-hime" was clean and there was nothing on it.

"Oh dear! Brother, your pants..."

Feeling a slight chill in his groin, the man who was stirring up trouble instantly felt like he wanted to die.

"Oh, Kassan, I'm not..."

"You're such a big kid, don't you know how to go to the toilet? Remember to change your pants before you come out!"

Seeing the disgust on his mother's face before she left, the person who had stirred up trouble blushed.

What a shame!

Just as he sat down, preparing to unleash a torrent of abuse on the virtual idol who had embarrassed him,

Suddenly, a bluish hand reached out from the screen.

"what!"

A heart-wrenching scream rang out instantly.

……

Outside the box, Wang Hao looked at the screaming boy and shook his head.

"The worse you are at the game, the more you love to play."

"Thank goodness I modified the underlying settings of the Ghost Idol, otherwise this kid would probably be the first to die."

When he decided to put Sadako, or rather, the ghost idol, on the internet, he had already figured out how to modify it.

Although there are many foul-mouthed people online, most of them do not deserve to die.

Therefore, when Wang Hao modified the "Sadako three-piece set", in addition to giving it a virtual idol and a live broadcast room, he also slightly changed its underlying rules.

The seven-day curse of watching the video has been changed to determine the fate of those people based on the degree of malice; whether they live or die is decided by the viewers themselves.

However, triggering the Oni Idol's kill threshold is not so easy.

Most people who spew insults online are simply scared, and then they naturally spread the rumors about the ghost idol, attracting more viewers to the ghost idol...

Just then, Wang Hao's phone rang.

Upon answering the phone, I learned that Chen Xiaoliang had used his connections to find voice actors, and they were all present. All we had to do was wait for the auditions and then record the audio in the school's dubbing studio.

"This guy is really talented; he's arranged the whole process for me."

Wang Hao praised it verbally, covered the box with a dust cloth, and put it away in the same old place again.

After finishing this task, he quickly went downstairs and also took a look at the studio.

In the past few days, Shen Jianwei and her team have completed orders three times faster than they could have done on their own before.

No wonder those big studios with capital like to use a large workforce; it's much more efficient!

After giving instructions to the four men, Wang Hao went straight out.

He just didn't see that as soon as he left, Shen Jianwei immediately opened her eyes and took out her phone to send a message.

Not far away, in a pharmacy, Granny Zheng, with her wandering gaze, and an old man stroking a goatee, were both watching Wang Hao get into his car and leave.

A short while later, Shen Jianwei, pretending to have a stomachache and needing to buy painkillers, told her colleagues in the studio that she was going to hurry across the street.

"Grandma Zheng, Master Li, what do you think?"

The sorceress shook her head and looked at the "expert" she had invited beside her.

This expert, who was clearly invited by Shen Jianwei, stroked his beard a few times and nodded heavily.

"Hmm! As expected... extraordinary!"

Shen Jianwei's face stiffened as she looked at Granny Zheng, who gave an awkward smile and bumped her shoulder into the "expert" beside her.

"Hey! Why did you bump into me? I'm not like you guys. I don't have the ability to see ghosts. At most, I'm good at face reading and feng shui."

The "expert" frowned slightly. "But what's strange is his appearance..."

"Master Li, what is it?" Shen Jianwei asked expectantly.

"Hmm, it's just average."

Seeing the girl's twitching face, Granny Zheng put her hand to her mouth and said, "Ahem, next time don't leave things unsaid."

"Oh dear! You know, it's a habit! It's an occupational hazard. Those rich guys just love it when I cut things off like this!"

"If I were to be frank, they would think that this person speaks so quickly and directly, and that he is probably just looking to make money and run away, and is unreliable."

After chatting for a while, this "expert" Master Li finally got back to the point: "However, there is one thing I have noticed."

"This piece of land... there's definitely something wrong with it!"