Editor: Elanor
The altar had already been cleaned up. The blood on it was almost black under the firelight. There was a smell of excrement in the air that the audience in front of the TV station couldn’t smell.
“The first time I came to such a scene, the smell was too unpleasant. It’s better to use a virtual terminal,” Fusen said, “This thing is definitely going to be on “Falling to Hell”… They say the players are all in VIP seats, but the air quality here is terrible. I’ll have to tell the guys afterwards that it is good to stay on the boat and watch three dimensional modeling, and not to get curious.”
Fang Youtian looked at him with an expression of awe.
Fusen didn’t belong here and could leave at any time. They could see this kind of temperament at a glance.
“Wow, you have a boat,” Xia Tian said.
“Yes, I have a boat,” Fusen said, “A three-masted sailboat. I guess you don’t know what the hell that is, but your family is very imaginative anyway.”
“Bones,” Bai Jingan said.
Everyone turned to look at him. He was standing in front of the crack in the floor without looking up, and said, “The hardness of the bones can pry this thing up.”
Someone asked weakly from behind, “Tactical planner?”
“Excellent,” Fusen turned to look at the wounded man, and said, “Will someone please end this guy’s suffering?”
The man opened his eyes in horror and exclaimed, “Wait a minute, I just got a little injury—”
No one paid any attention. The wounded had no say in this discussion.
Xia Tian didn’t even look at him. Staring at Fusen, he said, “Do you think you are the boss here or something?”
Fusen raised his eyebrows, stood up straight, and took a threatening step towards Xia Tian. The people around him stepped back a bit. Everyone knew what the situation was. It was a typical prison struggle for control.
“If you want to change individuals, your tactical planner is good,” Fusen said.
He glanced at Bai Jingan, who was all dirty, with blood on his cuffs and the hem of his shirt, which he had gotten on himself when La Tie had died earlier.
With Xia Tian still staring at him, Fusen looked at the injured man again, trying to choke a couple more sentences, to show that he wasn’t someone easy to deal with. Players did this all the time; one couldn’t show weakness in a place like this.
Xia Tian suddenly stepped forward and walked towards Fusen.
His expression was very relaxed, no different from the face of any young man who wanted to make trouble.
Fusen subconsciously stretched out his hand to block. This seemed to be the beginning of a common prison brawl. There were many such fights in the Killing Show, and he was confident that his skills were good.
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Xia Tian stood two steps away and looked at him coldly. The edge of the metal piece in his hand was dripping down blood. The coin was a bit dull, but if the force was strong enough, it would be enough to kill a person.
Blood gushed out from his arteries, and Fusen finally realized that he had been attacked. He didn’t quite understand why this had happened… He rushed towards Xia Tian, who deftly took a step back and smiled at him.
The smile reminded him of a certain wild animal he had killed. It was very beautiful, but the face was full of pure hostility. The animal looked at him with shuddering malice, watched him panicking as he frantically tried to do something.
Fusen didn’t know what he could do. He stumbled forward, trailing spots of blood on the stone floor. Everyone avoided him. Most of them had unsurprised expressions.
No, they stood in a circle, watching his death.
Fusen was still not sure what just happened. He had entered the final moments of the third round, and he was sure that with his performance, he had made a name for himself outside.
Everyone knew that these days, the stars of the Killing Show were the coolest stars. They walked around everywhere, throwing money around, banging whoever they wanted and everyone would get out of their way. Everyone would make way for you. Because you were a real villain.
He was also familiar with the Killing Show, and had even worked as an intern in the TV station and did a stint in the planning. He knew all the rules. His virtual training scores were always high. He knew the beauty and the ferocity of this world. He didn’t understand…
He turned around in the cell two more times before he finally couldn’t walk. He knelt down and then slowly fell to the ground, and finally didn’t figure out what had happened.
The people gathered around and watched as blood continued to pour out of his body. The light in his eyes disappeared, then he died.
The wounded man, who had thought he was going to die before, watched the scene, but couldn’t react.
Xia Tian looked around at the people, tossed the coin in his hand, and said, “Now there are bones, right?”
Jakowski looked at the latest developments on the screen dumbfounded. He guessed that people outside also had shocked faces, unsure of what was going on.
A few thoughts banged around chaotically in his alcohol-poisoned brain, and one was particularly loud: Good boy, I knew you were a freak, a ratings bonanza. You really fucking dared to do it ah!
The call icon at the bottom of the screen kept flashing. The Fusen family was a shareholder of Floating Gold Channel 7. It must be a call, asking him to kill the little bastard in the most tragic way as soon as possible. However, there were many shareholders of Floating Gold TV. This kind of phone call was meaningless.
Xia Tian was already in the Killing Show, what could be more tragic than that?
A little psychedelic drink would help them out, Jakowski thought, it was just a dead son after all.
He tilted his head up and drained the bottle, stared at the screen, left it blank for a few seconds, and then cut the replay access to his terminal.
This segment would be broadcasted in ten minutes, and he had already found an entry point for the killing.
He cut the camera to Bai Jingan.
Bai Jingan had no reaction to this surprise attack, his attention was still focused on the stone floor.
But it didn’t matter. If you gave him a close-up, then the camera itself represented the reaction. The viewers could interpret it in their own way.
And if you slowed down the camera, you could always capture something in this kind of scene.
Jakowski looked at Bai Jingan. He looked good, but it was a pity that he didn’t try to capture the attention of the camera. At least he himself didn’t seem too eager to grab any attention.
Smart man, but it was a pity that he couldn’t escape the camera once he entered the arena.
He slowed down the screen and saw that in slow motion, when Fusen was killed by Xia Tian, Bai Jingan showed an expression of “Oh my God, here we go again” for a moment.
Jakowski continued to stare at the screen. When Fusen was seriously injured and rushing towards Bai Jingan, Xia Tian slightly raised his hand and pushed him away from Fusen’s advancing course.
He smiled, that was all he wanted.
The point was, you had to have a reason. The audience needed to know your motivation.
Jakowski didn’t know why Xia Tian killed Fusen. Maybe he was just a fucking crazy kid, there were too many crazy people these days. But it didn’t matter, he would find one for him.
After a brief pause in the cell, Xicheng said, “Uh, which bone is better? I suggest ribs. The bones of the legs or arms are too… difficult to deal with.”
Others agreed. If there were any of Fusen’s teammates here, no one made a statement or raised any objections. And no one looked directly into Xia Tian’s eyes.
Five minutes later, things got a little gory, the kind that you had to pay to see the full version.
The criminals supplied some of their personal weapons and Xie Cao actually got a pair of pliers and half a dozen knives. A group of people cut the skin of the corpse and took out the bones. In the middle, two more people vomited, but at any rate it was finally finished.
Xia Tian looked at the handsome face of the dead body and showed a satisfied smile, almost gentle, but still malicious and cold.
—This smile later became one of Xia Tian’s most famous expressions.
Jakowski knew when he saw this smile that this was what he wanted.
It was a face that suppressed great anger, hiding both endless darkness and a dazzling radiance, which was disturbing.
And this kind of perverse expression was especially suited for his motive: to protect a person.
Of course, Jakowski didn’t know if Xia Tian wanted to protect Bai Jingan. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t care at all. He didn’t know what Bai Jingan was thinking. Even with slow motion capture, the expression on that person’s face was very difficult to interpret.
But he didn’t care.
This was the Killing Show and its true essence, the core of the core, was that—it was a fictional art.
In the dungeon, Xicheng said to Xia Tian, “Do you know his background?”
“He’s from a rich family,” Xia Tian said, “Do you know how good he was at sailing?”
The other side looked at him and Xie Cao said, “Probably not bad. He had said he was a member of the Yingkong Lake Sailing Club and that he was only three hulls behind George in the competition last season.”
“It’s sad that he can’t sail on the lake anymore,” Xia Tian said.
“Can the conversation not be so twisted?” Someone said from the sidelines.
They finished their work in an almost light-hearted atmosphere. No one discussed Fusen anymore as if his death was a matter of course, from a tacit understanding that they all shared.
The outlaws quickly finished the work, stuffed the bones into the cracks in the stone, and pushing together, pried open the stone slab.
A burst of water vapor rushed out from the darkness below. Xia Tian was the first to jump, landing in a body of very wide and cold water that was ankle-deep.
He raised his head, and helped Bai Jingan as he jumped down.
The man next to jump in was Xicheng, he looked around and said, “A sewer?”
It was indeed a sewer. Although it was a particularly rough one, it seemed to be built temporarily according to the terrain.
The surrounding wasn’t completely dark either. Moss grew on the stone walls on both sides, emitting a cold green light, making the whole space cold and strange, as if it was a different world.
Xia Tian went over to check the strange patterns that were faintly visible on the wall, which was the same pattern as that on the altar. Before the palace was built, there seemed to be an older and stranger structure underneath, and they were standing in its underground area.
As soon as the sixteen-year-old young sniper got below, he immediately threw the bones into the water and nervously tried to wash his hands clean.
Xicheng glanced at him and said, “You better pick it up.”
Fang Youtian looked up at him uncertainly, and Xicheng said, “We don’t have any weapons and we don’t know what we’ll encounter.”
The child stood for two seconds and silently picked up the bones from the water. You weren’t qualified to feel disgusted in this type of business.
The injured guy finally jumped and his mobility looked okay.
Several people discussed the direction of the gate, hoping to head that way and get out of this place through the sewer system.
However, that seemed unlikely because they were the prey in the maze, and it was impossible to leave without experiencing a major excitement. But there was nothing else to do.
After all, the choice was never in their hands.
Wow gross 🥲 thanks for the chapter!!!
Who’s Yakovsky?
So this is how he gets pushed into bed~
It’s Jakowski. Thanks for pointing out the mistake.
Ooooooh- I thought it was a character I read over T_T but you’re welcome
This is the moment where we see them start to create a ship. It’s a good story for viewers I guess – the ferocious warrior, protecting his precious teammate… Which is likely even true. I’m so looking forward to them growing closer <3
To be fair: the cowlick petting, the sword throwing / sniping life saving, and sharing of his precious food kinda back up the ship. Honestly, I will be disappointed in the KS ship fans if they do Not montage those things with this killing (as if it was our Mc being possessive/protective).
I’ve decided to adopt Xia Tian as my baby.
What to do? i’ve decided to adopt him as well…
We’ve all decided to adopt him? Then let’s be a big family ^_^
Okay, let’s start this romantic line
Thank you for translation
so basically they became a cp?? 😌
Nice kill. Xia Tian is really a crazy guy who murders people because they own a boat. First Zhi Leng, now Fusen. Who’s gonna be the next one?And Bai Jingan can show the omg expression? Lol why is that so funny?Thanks for the chapter!
They defleshed the body so quickly damn. It took me and my class three weeks to de-flesh a cadaver
Is it because it’s fresh? That must be it
Thanks for the chapter~~!
Thanks for the chapter.