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A deafening roar followed.

In the corridor, countless employees craned their necks to watch the spectacle with a sense of relief.

Shen Qingyue stood at the door frame.

Her eyes were bloodshot and red, and her once meticulously styled hair was now a mess.

She gripped the thick sketchbook tightly with both hands.

The heavy breathing was particularly clear in the office.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down her chin.

In contrast, look at Su Bai behind the desk.

He lay comfortably in the chair.

"If you break the door hinge, it will be deducted from your bonus next month."

Su Bai spoke slowly, without even lifting his eyelids.

"Su Bai! You have no heart!"

Shen Qingyue completely broke down, and screamed with red eyes.

She swung the thick sketchbook in her hand and smashed it over that smug face!

The coils spread out in mid-air.

Sheets of drawing paper filled with Hilary's fan art sketches were scattered all over the floor.

Each one features the gentle, radiant smile of that purple-haired girl.

Su Bai tilted his head slightly, dodging the flying cardboard cover.

He opened the drawer, took out an unopened pack of tissues, got up, walked around the desk, and handed it to Shen Qingyue.

"Wipe your tears, your snot is almost getting into your mouth."

Su Bai spoke calmly.

"Snapped!"

Shen Qingyue slapped the tissue away, scattering it all over the floor.

"Where's the promised action-packed anime?! Where's the promised friendship, effort, and victory?!"

She stepped forward, grabbed Su Bai's suit collar tightly, and pointed to the hall outside.

"She was so gentle! Why did you have to use such a disgusting monster to eat her alive!"

Shen Qingyue's voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable.

Finally, she let go, slid helplessly down the door frame to squat on the ground, covered her face and cried loudly.

Su Bai bent down, picked up two clean tissues, and stuffed them into her palm.

"You can't even handle this? This is only the first cut."

He looked down at the beauty.

"As a key member of the team, you'd better adapt to my pace as soon as possible."

Shen Qingyue raised her head, her tearful eyes filled with disbelief.

"This is just the first strike? Who the hell are you going to kill next?"

Su Bai straightened up and slowly dusted off the wrinkles on her suit jacket.

"How do you overthrow a vast, corrupt empire that has been decaying for a thousand years? By a few people holding hands and singing nursery rhymes?"

Su Bai's tone turned cold, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Revolution requires bloodshed; it requires risking one's life."

Shen Qingyue opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Su Bai pointed to the shattered Hill's smiling face scattered on the ground.

"Even dust can hide sparks; victory without bloodshed is just a bedtime story to coax little kids."

"Only when they experience pain to the core will they etch this work into their memories!"

Su Bai delivered this utterly twisted and morally reprehensible argument with such conviction.

Shen Qingyue looked down at the drawing paper, crying even more desperately.

Su Bai walked back to the table, picked up his phone, and waved it.

"Wipe away your tears and go check out the trending topics on Weibo to see the real reactions from across the internet."

At the same time.

The entire internet has gone completely berserk!

The hashtag #HillDied# instantly topped the trending searches.

The trending topics below are arranged in a perfectly uniform manner:

#Su Laozei Has No Heart# ranks second!

#Give me back Hill# Taking third place!

Tens of millions of anime fans, like zombies unleashed, flooded major social media platforms.

The animation playback page is now completely blank.

The screen was filled with a dense barrage of revenge-themed comments!

[The hatred of having one's wife stolen is irreconcilable! You old scoundrel Su, you'd better bring hundreds more bodyguards with you when you go out!]

Knife in hand, follow me! Let's kill the old thief and steal Hill!

[Where's the promised epic romance and passionate action?! Is this what you call passionate action? You're profiting off human blood!]

Even the official fan group of Healing Animation Company was in an uproar.

A wealthy man directly posted a screenshot showing a whole box of orders.

[Thirty boxes of specially made razor blades have been shipped! Anyone in the city want to join a group to block the door? Add one!]

At this moment, the system notification sounds in Su Bai's mind were as frequent as a disco party.

[Depression Value +999!]

[Depression Value +9999!]

The rapidly fluctuating "depression index" reflects just how agitated these fans are.

......

Meanwhile, on the other side, Zhang Shaohua's studio.

In the screening room.

Zhang Shaohua snapped the armrest of the swivel chair and jumped up excitedly.

"Su Bai's move was a complete self-destruction!"

He pointed to the trending topics filled with accusations against Su Bai, his facial muscles twitching from laughing.

The assistant stood by, serving tea with a fawning expression.

"The boss is brilliant! Now the whole internet is calling him a pervert!"

"Can you please stop criticizing?!"

Zhang Shaohua excitedly paced around the room, spitting as he spoke.

"Feeding the popular second female lead to dogs? The audience for 'feel-good' anime is all about the thrill!"

"If he dares to feed this kind of shit, his base will absolutely collapse to dust tomorrow!"

Zhang Shaohua grabbed his assistant's tie, his eyes filled with greed.

"Quickly! Notify the tech and operations departments, wake them up!"

"Get me the three latest episodes of Dragon Blade that we produced overnight!"

"Catch this windfall! Harvest those tens of millions of heartbroken brothers that Su Bai lost!"

The studio worked overnight to update the content, all in an effort to seize market share.

At 2:00 AM, episodes 5 through 7 of Dragon Blade were released consecutively.

Zhang Shaohua quickly posted a compassionate statement on the official account.

"True, inspiring passion brings hope to the audience, never resorting to sensationalism or attention-grabbing tactics!"

"Dragon Blade is releasing a double update tonight, just to provide a safe haven for all the wounded anime fans!"

After posting on Weibo.

Zhang Shaohua rubbed his hands together, sat in front of the big screen, and frantically pressed F5 to refresh the background data.

An hour has passed.

Two hours...

The euphoria on Zhang Shaohua's face turned into visibly dejected despair.

He pressed F5 so hard that he even pried the keycaps off the keyboard.

The playback curve of Dragon Blade was as calm as a parallel line.

The comment section below the video only had a few unlucky people who had been redirected there.

[What is this? After watching the life-or-death situation next door, and then looking at this broken dragon blade, it feels like watching old ladies arguing at the village entrance.]

[The male lead is always rescued when he's in danger, while the villains are like dim-witted children, utterly bland and uninteresting.]

[That's enough, that's enough. This kind of impact isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap. Time to go back and keep cursing that old scoundrel.]

"Bang!"

Zhang Shaohua grabbed the keyboard and slammed it hard on the table.

"This is not scientifically sound!"

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the screen and roared.

"Are all these people masochists? My anime is so good, why don't they watch it?!"

The door was pushed open.

The assistant stood there nervously, his legs trembling, clutching a tablet in his hand.

"Boss... the latest data on Zhanmei is out..."

"His popularity has plummeted! Bring it to me right now!"

Zhang Shaohua snatched the tablet like a mad dog.

next second.

His blood rushed to his brain.

On tablets, the discussion surrounding the anime "Kill la Kill" did not plummet.

The entire internet was thrown into a frenzy, and the topic's popularity skyrocketed!

Countless casual viewers who never watch anime were drawn in by the bombshell-level slashing gimmick and flooded the streaming page.

Zhang Shaohua, who was opening champagne halfway through the game, suddenly collapsed onto his chair with a thud.

He stared at Su Bai's skyrocketing data, his face ashen.

The clown is actually myself?

He doesn't understand at all.

When the audience's emotions are pushed to the limit by the cruel plot.

What they need is not some bland, refreshing show.

They need a violent outlet!

The homepage of a certain live streaming platform.

The popularity of a live stream is breaking through the platform's capacity limit at a terrifying rate of tens of thousands per second!

Fan Ge, the top animator, sat in front of the camera with bloodshot eyes.

The title of the live stream has been changed.

[Condemning that old scoundrel Su! Tonight, the biggest breach of defense on the entire internet!]