It's time to become an evil god.

He rubbed his hands together, swallowed hard, and tentatively pressed the lucky wheel on his phone.

As the hands stopped, Valentine's gloating smile froze.

"I drew..."

His expression froze. "Selling funeral clothes?"

Ding dong.

Valentine's bewildered face was reflected in the phone screen. The live stream was already on. He swallowed hard and stood in front of the camera with a stiff upper lip.

The death livestream has begun.

……

"Are there some problems with you guys? You ask me if I'm the new 1? What else am I supposed to send you if not Sun Xiaochuan's Conan cosplay photos? Seriously."

Zhang, who was lying in bed playing on his computer, exited the dating app "Light of the Child". He glanced at his browser and a live-streaming e-commerce room called "Death Live" caught his attention. However, he admitted that what attracted him was the fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged woman on the cover. But when he clicked in, he saw Sima's face covered in blood.

—Damn, I have a stern face at work, I have a stern face after get off work, and I even have a stern face while watching a live stream. Am I destined to be associated with stern faces in this life?

"What bad luck! The whole area behind me is filled with funeral clothes, coffins, urns, paper effigies, and the walls are covered in menstrual blood. What kind of hellish livestream room is this?"

—In the front row, incense offerings, melon seeds, soft drinks, and small stools are for sale.

—Aww, are there any handsome guys out there looking for online dating? I'm a Tieguanyin tea lover.

Valentine's Adam's apple bobbed as he scanned the rapidly scrolling live stream comments. It was clearly just a scenario created by a dungeon, yet it gave him an incredibly realistic feeling. This feeling was like facing a completely real world, so real it made his skin crawl, and a strange sense of unease arose involuntarily deep within him.

Could it be that the real world is actually a projection of a game?

"I……"

As a native-born Anglo-Saxon player from Great Britain, although he had done extensive research on the historical and cultural backgrounds of various countries around the world in order to prepare for the game, he had never learned about the details of live-streaming e-commerce in the East. He could only bite the bullet and go on stage, stammering, "This, this is a shroud, um, the clothes that dead people wear. It looks quite nice. If anyone needs it, you can place an order with me."

In an area he wasn't good at, Valentine was so nervous that his palms were sweating and his mouth was dry.

—What a piece of crap, you pathetic streamer! Do you even know how to do live streaming? If you can't sell products through live streaming, get out!

—This live stream was so awkward I felt like I could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of my feet.

— I get it. This streamer must have been bribed by a competitor to ruin their brand.

The chat was refreshing rapidly, and the more this happened, the more nervous Valentine became, to the point of becoming incoherent. Valentine, who was originally unstoppable with the help of props and skills, now had a blank mind, letting the viewers in the live stream make crazy comments.

More than ten minutes passed, and the number of orders remained zero. However, the popularity in the live stream only increased, as if the platform was attracting traffic in some way.

With the deadline fast approaching, Valentine's fragile mental defenses completely crumbled, and he begged the viewers in the live chat to place orders to save him or he would die. However, this action only fueled the viewers' desire for a good show, and they started crowdfunding in the live chat to donate several liters of gasoline and a noose for him to hang himself.

When the time came to a close, sales were still zero. Valentine walked off the live stream with a deathly pale face, giving Bai Ge a complicated look.

"That bastard probably won't succeed either."

A complex emotion flashed through Valentine's mind.

After Valentine left, the chat was still joking about where the streamer who was acting so dramatic had gone, but unexpectedly, another person took the stage the next moment.

However, the moment Bai Ge stood in front of the live stream on his phone, his demeanor changed instantly.

Even Valentine, who was standing to the side, had a slight change in expression.

"Listen to me, everyone!"

Bai Ge immediately said in the live stream with a serious expression, "These things are very dangerous. I advise you not to join in the fun and absolutely do not buy them."

The other viewers who were joking around were all stunned. They had seen many streamers who could coax viewers into placing orders with their silver tongues, but this was the first time they had seen a streamer who went to great lengths to prevent viewers from placing orders.

"Why can't we buy? Isn't this a live-streaming sales channel?"

The viewers became very curious.

Bai Ge said with a serious expression, "Because a friend of mine just bought an urn and has been playing Yu-Gi-Oh! for half an hour now, starting with Egyptian five-body pieces every time!"

Chapter 147 The Out-of-Control Script Mission

Upon hearing these words, the live stream chat exploded.

—Duelist, please don't use your lifespan as a bargaining chip, okay?

—Isn't it normal to prepare an urn or something when you use your life in the mortal world to play the game of the underworld?

—I'll give you some time to spend with your family. Once you're ready, go and be reincarnated.

—With such a good hand, I imagine you'll be meeting the Pharaoh soon.

A viewer with the ID "Game King Eight Generations Protagonist You Dian Niu Bi" left a comment: "Streamer, I'll trust you this once and place an order. Anyway, the 9.9 yuan urn will just be used as a food bowl for my dog, Wangcai."

The number of words sold finally jumped from 0 to 1, achieving a qualitative leap. Valentine, who was standing to the side, suddenly changed his expression.

A few minutes later, the user named "Youdian Niubi" jumped out and excitedly said, "I got it! I got it! The streamer was right! After buying the 'Urn' (a type of gift box), I really did pull ten SSRs in one go. Now I'm so panicked, XDM, my hands are shaking a bit. Am I using up my lifespan to pull cards? Is the King of Hell coming to collect me tonight?"

"Take it easy, brother. Maybe the King of Hell is just coming early to take your burial clothes?"

"Holy crap, what the person upstairs said is true! I just placed my bet too, and within ten minutes I won five games in a row playing Dark Archmage. Every game I had a perfect starting hand of five pieces of flesh, and every time I had three Blue-Eyes White Dragons plus a Fusion that stuck together. I couldn't get rid of them at all! Now I'm a little panicked, and I don't know if I should buy a lottery ticket to calm down. I'm afraid that after buying the lottery ticket, I'll be in debt."

Is it really that amazing?

Other viewers who came specifically for the event were stunned, and then the sales figures began to skyrocket.

Bai Ge, the livestreamer, panicked and quickly tried to dissuade people from buying these things, saying into the camera, "Everyone should consume rationally. Only buy these things if someone has actually died. These things are very eerie, and it's best for the living to avoid them, otherwise it could be life-threatening. In short, your own life is the most important thing. Don't place an order because of a momentary whim."

However, many netizens, despite their silly antics, still found themselves arguing with Bai Ge.

"Hey streamer, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. It's our fault as netizens that we're not letting your coffins and urns sell out! Don't listen to him, everyone, hurry up and place your orders, or there won't be any urns left!"

"Exactly, everyone is a very rational consumer. If I don't have enough money in my bank account later, I'll go downstairs and steal an electric scooter to buy an urn. It's okay, if the 9.9 yuan urn with free shipping is too small, it's because I eat too much and it's too big when I'm burned."

"Any other coffins, paper figures, or similar items? Put them on the shelves quickly. If they're out of stock, use our existing inventory. If that's not available, use semi-finished products. We can buy them and make them ourselves."

"If the coffin is too small, that's our own problem. It has nothing to do with the products the streamer is representing. If the coffin can't fit, are we going to cut off the head or legs and stuff it in? Seriously."

As the barrage of comments flew up, Valentine, who had just been looking forward to seeing Bai Ge embarrass himself, fell completely silent. The following time felt as unbearable as waiting for a death sentence.

In particular, the number of coffins and urns being sold by the other party was increasing at an alarmingly rapid pace. Valentine, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded. What kind of sales genius was this? Selling coffins and urns as everyday items?

Even more bizarrely, the viewers in the live stream showed a buying frenzy. After the urns were sold out, they bought coffins, and after the coffins were sold out, they bought paper effigies. The streamer kept advising them to consume rationally, but no one listened to him.

As the number continued its frantic ascent past a thousand, Valentine fell into complete silence. Cold sweat began to seep from his palms; he had a premonition that he was doomed. Even more terrifying was the fact that the staff the bishop had given him was now unusable. Otherwise, he would have immediately used Supay's staff to kill Bai Ge and obtain the harmonica.

"Host, will you be selling coffins again next time? I couldn't order any. I'd like to buy ten more coffins. Could you give me a discount?"

After seeing this news, Bai Ge went on a rampage, complaining: "Are you viewers all seriously ill? Why do you need ten coffins?"

One netizen complained, "Because I have ten roommates. They're all gambling on football over there, saying they'll turn their fortunes around today by using the coffins the streamer is selling. Why don't you just sell us the raw materials? We'll make them ourselves. We'll gamble in those coffins every day and never come out again."

"..."

Amidst the enthusiastic cries of viewers urging the broadcast not to end, the overheated live-streaming phone finally went dark.

When the live stream ended, Valentine's sales were 0, while Bai Ge sold an astonishing 3,000 copies, completely breaking the previous record.

Valentine was pale. This was supposed to be a trap set for Bai Ge, but he had unexpectedly fallen into it himself. What was even more terrifying was that he didn't know what the punishment would be if he failed.

The thought sent chills down his spine.

"Tell me about it."

Valentine, pale-faced, retorted, "Say...say what?"

Bai Ge stared at the pale-faced man in front of him and asked, word by word, "I found it strange from the beginning. Although the tasks issued by the system are extremely dangerous, at least they are given at intervals, so that early players are not immersed in the dungeon world all day long. But this task is very strange. I was forced into the dungeon less than 24 hours after I left the task, and it was a task with no reward at all."

"So from the very beginning I was wondering if someone had used some kind of special item to bring me to this instance world. Judging from your words and actions just now, your calmness betrayed you."

"My composure?"

"You're too calm, so calm that it's as if all of this is perfectly natural. But now my mission is complete, and you've lost. I don't think you could control this mission at all, right? You could only drag yourself into a relatively advantageous situation, but you still had to take the risks."

"As expected of the guy the bishop chose, he does have some ability."

With a pale face, Valentine knew the situation was hopeless. He had been full of confidence, but now he was acting hysterically.

Even if I die and my soul perishes, I will make sure you never escape this dungeon's storyline!

At that very moment, the item and skill slots suddenly unlocked, and the system's mission notification sound flashed in both of their minds simultaneously.

"Overtime begins."

"Mission: Only one streamer can leave the live broadcast room alive."

Even Valentine was stunned this time. Overtime? What the heck is overtime?

"I don't care what methods you used before."

Bai Ge narrowed his eyes and said, "This two-player competition mission has gotten out of control."

Chapter 148 That's amazing! I'm gradually understanding everything.

After the skill and item slots were unlocked from their grayed-out state, a strange scratching sound appeared on the wall, as if countless fingernails were frantically scratching at the wall, trying to break through and enter reality.

"Shhh."

Bai Ge made a shushing gesture, turned his head with a serious expression, frowned and said, "This sound is like the desperate rubbing sound left on the wall after you've finished using your fingers to clean your bottom because you didn't bring toilet paper. You must have had that experience, right?"

Valentine's lips twitched slightly, but he remained outwardly calm. Who would have such a bizarre experience? What have you been through in your life, my God?

He doesn't dare to openly confront the other party now. It wouldn't be wise to attack rashly without knowing their trump cards. Last time, when the six players were on a mission to hunt down a silicon-based monster, they rushed at a huge, moving lump of iron without thinking, using their respective melee weapons. As a result, the iron lump pulled out a Gatling gun from somewhere, resulting in heavy casualties.

The unusual changes around him did not cause Bai Ge to panic. Instead, he observed the changes in his surroundings with great interest.

A crack appeared in the wall, and fingers emerged from the crack. The entire wall was covered with dense, grayish-white dead fingers, as if some ghostly thing hidden deep within the house had been awakened.

Huge, fleshy blood vessels, encased in membranes, sprouted from the ceiling and pulsated rhythmically. Even Bai Ge, after witnessing this, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Hey, don't you think this looks a lot like the Olympic opening ceremony?"

"Art can be niche, but you can't make it this weird."

Valentine's heart pounded wildly. From the beginning, he had felt inexplicably uneasy about the quest synchronization camera. After all, all previous quests were randomly assigned by the system, but the quest synchronization camera could pull specific players into specific quests. It felt like infiltrating the evolution game using a bug left over from the system. Valentine had no idea what changes this would cause to the quest flow.

Rather than a system-issued task, it was more like they had entered a bizarre, unknown world and were tasked with an absurd mission that made no sense.

The situation became precarious. If they were unlucky, they might only be left with a pile of dismembered remains when they were finally teleported back; if they were lucky, they might at least leave behind a corpse.

"I don't care anymore. If we don't find a way out, I'm going to die here."

Valentine pulled out the Forced Escape Device from his quest inventory—a strange remote control button.