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Chapter 159 Strange Tales of Idol Rules 32
Perhaps, if everything goes as he wishes, this world of fame and fortune will have another legend of a comeback, another business tycoon worthy of praise.
But fate is unpredictable. Just when the show was airing with great popularity and viewers were emotionally invested in it, a huge blow came from the sky.
The criticisms targeted malicious hype, the talent show featuring minors, the program team's instigation of online conflict, and the voting methods that resulted in a malicious waste of resources.
Several large sticks came crashing down, instantly shattering the production crew.
Those children who carried dreams became victims of beatings, and those who went to the gambling table with their last chips also lost everything in an instant.
No, he still has a mountain of debt.
Due to policy changes, his goods have lost their value, and no company is willing to take them over.
But the money he spent on hyping up those people before was all borrowed!
If those kids become famous, he can naturally extract value from them and easily pay off his debts.
Unfortunately, his dream was shattered.
There were no wildly popular idols, only debt collection companies coming to the company with oil drums and torches to demand payment.
That night, thunder and rain raged, and the wind and rain outside howled through the half-open window into the dilapidated office.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminated the face of everyone in the company.
There were teachers with angry faces demanding their wages, anxious children, and professional debt collectors with menacing expressions, carrying oil drums.
The man sitting across the worn-out table looked at these people, and madness gradually rose in his eyes.
"You're forcing me, you're all forcing me!"
The windows rattled in the fierce wind, the lush green leaves of the ivy swayed weakly in the wind and rain, the clock on the wall ticked away, and the red light of the security camera coldly watched everything.
The man's fury faded over time, replaced by a strange smile.
"I've already become like this, and you're still forcing me." He mumbled something incoherently, his eyes growing brighter and brighter, until finally, with a deafening roar, he dragged everyone in the office into hell.
Those were explosives he had salvaged from when he was filming a war movie. No one knew what he wanted them for at the height of his career, but everyone knew that they dragged dozens of people down with him to hell in the last moments of his life.
The massive explosion swallowed the potted green ivy by the window, the wall clock, and even the security camera that was watching everything.
click!
A thunderclap sounded outside the window, and a ball mine hurriedly entered the already chaotic scene, pushing the explosion to an even more intense level and bringing with it immense energy.
The camera, which possessed a vague consciousness, suddenly transformed into an inexplicable entity with the help of thunder.
Time and space were distorted, and it became him.
This small building, carved out by lightning, also became his territory.
Here, he is omnipotent.
This includes traversing time and space to resurrect people who should have died, and transforming this cramped little building into the skyscraper it once inhabited in a single thought.
Even so, the world is too desolate.
Those souls he loathed and pitied could only fill a corner of this world, utterly boring.
Naturally, the thought of filling this place arose within it.
Perhaps it was because the negative emotions those people left behind in the moments before they died were too specific, or perhaps they had witnessed too much ugliness, or perhaps they were born evil.
The moment this thought arose, countless twisted and dark thoughts arose in my mind.
Thus, this former entertainment company became his trap.
The moment he discovered that anyone who had ever dreamed of becoming a star could become his "signing" agent, countless people began to suffer.
He pulled people into this world, into his game of rules.
The one who taught those people was the demon he resurrected, and the one who set and announced the rules was the owner of this company.
This place became a true hell, where he lingered above it, watching humans fight crickets to provide him with amusement and drawing on their negative emotions to grow.
As countless corpses melt beneath this building, it will have grown into a twisted, colossal, and invincible terrifying entity, and this place will truly evolve into a twisted and maddening world.
This kind of life wasn't very interesting, but it was enough to relieve boredom. He thought that life would continue like this until he grew powerful enough to devour the real world and turn it into his playground.
But then, a strange person arrived.
She must be special.
He had this feeling the moment she opened her eyes to the world, the moment his camera first locked onto her.
It was as if a ray of light had shone through the dark and distorted world, making him feel uncomfortable, yet also compelling him to chase after it.
So he couldn't help but focus on her, watching her provoke those teachers who only possessed animalistic instincts, watching those guys who had buried countless humans helpless in front of her.
He should be angry if someone breaks the rules.
But actually...
He was overjoyed!
This world, which provided a way to relieve boredom, began to appeal to him.
There are also things I don't like about her, such as her being too kind and too concerned about others.
He felt that the people he admired should be ruthless, single-minded, and survivalists who only wanted to live.
But in fact……
She has so many things on her mind. Her eyes light up at the little wheel of the camera, she smiles at the green plants on the windowsill, and she's happy even for those terrible meals.
She saw everything, but not the invisible presence standing behind the camera, quietly spying on her.
Oh, there were times when she provoked him.
The entity hidden behind the camera began to feel jealous, jealous of everything her eyes and skin could touch, even jealous of the air she breathed.
He began to crave a real body so he could get close to her and say hello to her.
The world changed according to his will. While those trainees were busy surviving, countless generations had already passed here.
The simulated life technology trees have already reached advanced artificial intelligence and nanorobots, and they are already researching how to break out of galaxies and explore a larger universe.
But all of this is fake. He only needs to wave his hand, and those pseudo-life forms that have evolved over time will return to their most primitive form, floating in this desolate world in a state of chaos.
He erased everything except the culmination of their technology: an incredibly powerful artificial intelligence and a nanobot factory.
Countless little creatures, who originally had no thoughts, seemed to be inexplicably infected the moment they came into contact with him, and developed their own thoughts, becoming a part of his mind and body.
They intertwined and devoured each other, and amidst screams, they formed a body that, according to calculations, was her favorite. It walked up to her and reached out its hand.