Entertainment: You're asked to make a healing animation, but it will make the whole internet de

The ending theme of the animation fades away with its last note.

The screen went black.

All sounds around disappeared.

Bilibili crashed.

All video websites and all social media platforms crashed in that instant!

The internet, this massive creation that carries modern civilization, collapsed amidst the sorrowful emotions of hundreds of millions of viewers.

Countless people refreshed the page in vain, only to see a 404 error code.

They were seething with rage.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

In a university dormitory, a boy clutched his head and roared like a wild beast, slamming his fist on the keyboard, the sound of the plastic shattering particularly jarring.

"Why the hell did I watch this?! Why did I have to be such a fool?!"

In another dormitory room, a girl was buried in her best friend's arms, crying incoherently.

"How could he do this to her? She just wanted to be happy. Waaah..."

"Ctholly, my Ctholly."

Countless people around the world are experiencing the same breakdown.

Five minutes later, when Bilibili's programmers risked their lives to repair the server, the scene before them was nothing short of hell.

The barrage of comments in the final episode of "Three Questions for the End of the World" was completely covered by the same color.

That was the angry red that represented Chtholly's final form.

【Give me back Chtholly!】

[You old scoundrel Su! I will never forgive you!]

[You heartless scoundrel! You really have no heart!]

[Refund! I want my money back! Did I pay to watch this?!]

The scrolling of the comments was so fast that the naked eye could no longer distinguish any of the text.

The situation in the comments section was also out of control.

The top comment was just one word, accompanied by a dripping blood knife emoji.

"kill."

In just a few minutes, the number of likes exceeded one million.

The trending topics on major social media platforms were dominated by related terms.

#Ctholly: I am the happiest girl in the world#

#Old Thief Su, You're Going to Die#

#A Depressing Masterpiece#

#The Final Chapter of the Three Questions of Doomsday#

#Reincarnation Sword Technique#

Eight of the top ten trending topics are related to this.

A QQ group called "Find the Knife Alliance" gathers the most senior Su Bai fans on the entire internet.

The group admin, the man who once proclaimed that knives were the true romance of men, now has his profile picture grayed out.

He left a final message in the group chat.

Brothers, I can't take it anymore.

[I was really wrong. I shouldn't have liked knives. I thought I could handle it, but that old scoundrel Su is inhuman; he plays the psychological card.]

The group has been disbanded.

I'm going to see a therapist, everyone. Take care.

[Finally, cherish life and stay away from Su Bai.]

After saying that, the group admin of the 2,000-person group pressed the button to disband the group chat.

A legend has come to an end.

Su Bai, the one who started all of this, was completely unaware of it.

No, he just doesn't care.

Healing Animation Company, top-floor office.

Su Bai walked to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of champagne.

With a soft pop, the cork popped open, and he poured the golden wine into a stemmed glass, where fine bubbles continued to rise.

He walked to the desk and sat down.

On the computer screen on the desk, a real-time rendered world map is displayed.

The red data stream represents anger.

It is spreading wildly from the core of the Dragon Kingdom to the whole world, turning the blue nodes representing cities into a boiling crimson.

He tapped the screen with his fingertip, and a commentary from a renowned overseas critic was enlarged.

"I must admit, Mr. Su Bai, you are an absolute devil, but also an impeccable artist."

"You made us fall in love with her, and then, in the gentlest way, you killed her right before our eyes."

"I curse you, and at the same time, I offer you my highest respect."

"This pain, a mixture of hatred and praise, is perhaps exactly what you want to see."

Su Bai looked at the text and squinted his eyes with pleasure.

This is what he wanted; this is the ultimate spiritual feast.

This is the lament of hatred and submission that arises after being utterly conquered in extreme pain.

He picked up his glass, took a small sip, and the cool liquid slid down his throat, leaving a sweet taste of victory.

He closed the email, revealing a clean desktop.

There is only one folder on the desktop named Menu.

He calmly opened it, and there were several scripts lying quietly inside.

His gaze swept over the old scripts.

Finally, the mouse pointer landed on a name that made him smile even more.

This is a newly created folder.

[Slash! Crimson Eyes!]

This animation should make the audience's pain more vivid.

The office door was pushed open from the outside, slamming against the wall with a dull thud.

Shen Qingyue rushed in.

Her eyes were red and swollen, her pretty face was streaked with tears, and her body trembled slightly with excitement.

Her gaze remained fixed on the man sitting leisurely in the boss's chair, sipping his wine.

The man who orchestrated this tragedy that swept the entire internet.

Su Bai raised his head and looked at her.

His expression remained completely relaxed, and he simply asked a question.

"What's wrong? Your eyes are swollen from crying."

These words ignited her last shred of reason.

Shen Qingyue was so angry that her chest heaved violently, and her breath became scalding hot.

She rushed to the desk, raised the digital drawing tablet in her hand, and slammed it onto the table with all her might.

With a snap, the pen broke in two, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet office.

Those were her tools for making a living, things she treasured.

But now, she just wants to use it to wake up the man in front of her.

"Su Bai!"

Her voice trembled, and her words were filled with anger.

"I quit!"

"I can't do this job anymore!"

"You made me create so many vivid characters, and then you made me push them to their tragic ends! And now you're here drinking champagne!"

"You're a heartless monster!"

Shen Qingyue pointed at Su Bai's nose, tears streaming down her face once again.

I will never draw a single stroke for you again! Not even one!

"I want to resign!"