Mr. Zhengwen made a loud noise, and the huge spotlight suddenly lit up. The dazzling light as bright as day dispersed the darkness, and everything was clearly visible in an instant.

Wen Jianyan subconsciously shrank back and raised his hand to block the sudden bright light.

[The next live broadcast will start in five minutes]

An emotionless female voice sounded, and the harsh sound rolled and echoed in the small space.

Wen Jianyan blinked in hindsight.

Although there was still a buzzing in his ears, the messy spots of light at the edge of his vision gradually dissipated.

...what...situation?

After a few seconds, his eyes finally adjusted to the excessively dazzling light.

This is a room with a maximum area of ​​only five square meters.

He is now standing in the center of the room, with nothing around him. The walls on all sides are completely transparent, and a bright red countdown is flashing on the glass, which is slowly rotating around him at the moment.

【04:25】

Four minutes and twenty-five seconds.

The numbers decrease evenly, giving people a sense of imminent uneasiness.

"..."

Wen Jianyan stared thoughtfully at the camera in the room for two seconds.

Then, he withdrew his gaze, slowly took a step forward, and looked out through the gaps between the numbers.

Outside is a pure white space that cannot be seen to the edge, with hundreds of identical small rooms floating there. There is a person locked in each room, and a bright red countdown is displayed on the wall.

Outside the small room, there are cameras of all sizes in all directions. Some are as tall as a building, some need to be hugged by several people, and some are only as big as a palm. Countless cold metal rings are shining with a strange luster under the light, silently facing each other.

The prisoners held in each room give people a feeling as if they are being monitored by aliens.

Simply creepy.

The prisoners in the small cells have different expressions.

Wen Jianyan discovered that the trapped people in the circle closest to him were all pale, with dazed and frightened expressions. They were huddled in a corner of the room, even to the point of collapse in fear, screaming hysterically under the strange camera, and beating the transparent glass desperately.

wall.

The glass blocks the sound.

It's like watching a ridiculous pantomime.

The people in the distance were basically expressionless, calmly waiting for the countdown to end. I don’t know if they were used to it or if they were already numb.

At this moment, a lively voice sounded, interrupting Wen Jianyan's meditation.

"Hello, new anchor. I am your personal assistant and will serve you from today on."

Wen Jianyan was startled and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

I saw a palm-sized light screen rising with his own resume printed on it.

Photos, names, even...

Resume.

It is detailed and comprehensive, covering almost his entire life, even including the name "Wen Jianyan" that does not belong to him, but it is an experience that he has actually experienced and that no one except himself can know.

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips subconsciously and looked down at the last line of her resume. Her eyes paused for a few seconds on the last sentence of her resume.

——"Sign a soul contract with the Nightmare Live Broadcast Room and become an active new anchor."

The voice sounded again:

"We are opening an e-level live broadcast room for you..."

"The exclusive live broadcast room has been opened!"

An empty live broadcast backstage appeared on the light screen, with the number of online viewers displayed in the lower right corner: 0

"Um...can I ask a question?"

Wen Jianyan has a good voice.

It is clear, magnetic, and soft. It can become deep and ambiguous with a slight pressure. It skillfully controls the comfortable rhythm of articulation and can easily gain the favor and trust of almost anyone.

"certainly."

The young man raised his eyes.

His eyes were a gentle amber color, with a bit of clear floating light. They looked lighter in color under strong light, and had a very deceptive and harmless feeling. His brows were slightly frowned, and there was a hint of control in his eyes.

Troubles:

"Can the name of the live broadcast room be changed?"

He seemed a little embarrassed and added shyly:

"My current name is so ugly."

"..."

A question that should not arise at all in this situation.

After a brief pause of a few seconds, the assistant responded:

"Not for now."

"However, after reaching a certain amount of points in the account, the system points mall will be opened for you, and you can spend the points to purchase a name change card."

The other party seemed to have no ill intentions at all and continued lively:

“I hope I can still serve you then.”

"Thanks."

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes, looked at the camera above his head, and smiled briefly and happily.

The thin and light red lips raised a small arc, revealing a smile from the heart. The dark pupils shrank under the strong light, appearing sincere and unpretentious.

"I also hope to see you again soon."

The scarlet countdown on the glass wall finally reached zero.

The voice sounded again, echoing in the empty white world, as if it was being surrounded from all directions, deafening and terrifying:

[Welcome to the nightmare live broadcast room, the next live broadcast will start immediately. 】

The already extremely dazzling spotlight suddenly became brighter and overloaded like crazy. It was like the brilliance of countless suns were condensed in a small room. The metal ring of the camera was almost half-melted in the strong light. The lens stretched and retracted, as if there were

Living things.

Wen Jianyan had to close his eyes. Through the bright red thin eyelids that were illuminated, the light that made his eyes hurt could not be completely blocked, causing a thin pain like needle pricks.

The mechanical female voice at the beginning became full of emotion:

【Our aim is to entertain you to death!】

The live broadcast has started.

There are countless channels connected to the huge live broadcast square, and each channel leads to a different live broadcast hall. Each hall is densely packed with countless small screens. Lists are hanging in the air, and various scenes rotate rapidly, waiting to be greedy.

Spectators choose.

[There are so many new anchors this time, so excited]

[This is the largest number of new people introduced into the live broadcast room, right? I have never seen so many live broadcast halls below D level appearing in the square at once]

[With so many newcomers, it’s estimated that not many A-level and above plazas will be open this time, right?]

[I’m so disappointed. What’s so good about the newcomers? I screamed and ran away and didn’t believe in the old tricks. I’d better start broadcasting as an old anchor]

[Of course the old anchors are very interesting to watch, but after all, they are all familiar faces, and I am tired of watching them]

[Also, the expressions of despair and collapse of the newcomers after realizing their current situation... I really can’t get enough of it]

[Hahahahahahahaha you are right, screams and blood also have their charms]

Amidst this, a live broadcast hall called [Decai Middle School] was opened.

The blood-red logo flashed under the name of the copy.

Hall difficulty level:d

The highest unlocking progress in history: 72

Viewing value:e

At the bottom, there is a small sign with several lines of text written in gold foil:

For the sake of your viewing experience and that of others, viewers are asked to abide by the rules in the live broadcast room and no spoilers are allowed.

After a brief dizziness, Wen Jianyan opened his eyes.

The fan above your head was whirring and humming like it was exhausted. Staring at it for too long would make you dizzy.

The young man had broad shoulders and long legs. He was lying flat on a narrow bed and was a little cramped.
To be continued...