Editor: Elanor
Warning: Mentions of drugs and rape.
While Dee Dee was eating her ice cream, Xia Tian skimmed up on a variety of information.
He first watched the last scene of his death in the third round. It looked like a tragic blockbuster movie. Even he was moved by watching it. It was a little miserable that time.
He watched with interest as Bai Jingan’s kept walking and killed the lizardman with just a single sword, as if no monster could try to obstruct him. He was a fighter, and definitely a veteran, and Xia Tian was familiar with this kind of scene, and he knew that type of battle mania that was aroused from killing on the battlefield.
He didn’t know what Bai Jingan had done, but this man certainly didn’t just stay in the Upper City for simulation training.
Soon after, he saw that Bai Jingan’s story was “all over the Internet.”
Bai Jingan had never mentioned a word about his past life experiences. Xia Tian had guessed that he had a bad life before. There were some things that were just too unpleasant to think about and you could only pretend that they didn’t exist.
But now, it was really everywhere.
Bai Jingan’s father, Bai Xiaoqi, had died in the 182th session of the Killing Show. Xia Tian found that he had once seen that face in the Death Column, and he was someone who was mentioned frequently. Several gangsters had tied him to the bathroom, doused him with fuel and burnt him to death. There wasn’t much oil, so it took a while for him to die.
Those people had also hung the charred body outside the building as a warning.
At that time, Bai Jingan was only six years old and had seen this scene with his mother in front of the terminal. Later, his medical records showed that he had developed severe anorexia nervosa and kept throwing up everything he ate.
Bai Xiaoqi, who had signed a contract with Floating Gold Group because of his wife’s genetic disease, obviously didn’t think he would die, but any optimistic estimate was unrealistic on the Killing Show.
It was hard to imagine what Bai Jingan was thinking at that time when he was a child, but when he saw the scene of his father being burned alive, he must have realized clearly that he too would eventually stand on that arena and wouldn’t be able to escape no matter what.
His mother had a mental disorder, and she often wandered the streets in a daze. A year later, she drowned in Xiangri Lake, and they told him to identify the corpse. Seven-year-old Bai Jingan signed the papers and went home. The TV station did a live broadcast of the funeral, but he didn’t show up.
Xia Tian didn’t look any further.
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Xia Tian knew that expression; it was a face that knew loss and despair.
Xia Tian turned off the terminal, and the magnificent colors of the home page faded away. He turned his head and saw Bai Jingan sitting on the sofa next to him urging Dee Dee to eat her ice cream, assuring her that there would be more tomorrow, so she didn’t need to keep saving it like this, and sometimes she had to take the time to enjoy life.
She took small bites, her heart still entangled.
Xia Tian thought for a while, wondering what he could say to Bai Jingan. There was so much shit these days that he couldn’t finish talking, so he reached out and patted his shoulder.
“We’ll be fine,” He said.
Bai Jingan looked at him and said, “That’s not even realistic.”
“I know,” Xia Tian said, “but it will be fine.”
Then he turned around and took another ice cream for himself, and asked Bai Jingan: “When’s dinner?”
They finished their meal and not long after nightfall, Huitian came over to pick them up for the banquet, cautioning him about behavior and work schedules that came with becoming a star.
Dee Dee had gone to bed early. She was so tired that she fell asleep as soon as her head touched the bed, and the banquet in the Upper City had just begun.
Xia Tian’s new clothes occupied two rooms. There was no end in sight and supposedly it would continue to grow over time. At the same time, he got a stylish streamlined car of a famous brand that had a killing aura, said to be specially designed for him. The company had already started selling the same model.
It simply couldn’t get any better, he thought to himself. Changing into a new tuxedo and driving the sports car with an arrogant face, he arrived at the banquet with his two companions.
As he walked into the hall, he was greeted by a large crowd of gazes, smiles and cameras.
Bai Jingan walked by his side, inwardly feeling very happy that he wasn’t drawing too much attention to himself. He had been regretting the scene at the end of the third round since then.
Compared to the disastrous dinner banquet in the second round, this was much more extravagant, making it seem like the former was nothing more than a way to pass off country bumpkins, and this was the place where the real Upper City people came alive.
The drinks flowed freely through the crowd. The decor, drinks and snacks had jumped up several notches in exquisiteness. Everyone was smiling and looking very happy, surrounded by endless resources.
Xia Tian walked in and was immediately swept up in the endless lavish banquet of the Upper World.
Compared with the brutality of the Killing Show, the banquet had a sense of division.
Xia Tian soon forgot how many people patted him on the shoulder, talked to him and Bai Jingan, congratulating them on their achievements in the third round.
Savage kills were a remarkable achievement here. They said that a certain action was too handsome, or that a celebrity liked him very much and would love to sleep with him. Others loudly said that he was very charismatic which was very good, since that was how he could survive. The Killing Show always talked about strength and courage, but charisma was what this business was really about.
Here, the bloody and brutal competition from the previous days had become gossip, something of the same kind as the gossip about the style of someone’s dress, or the style of the arena’s decoration.
Huitian introduced them to a few big shots. At the beginning, Xia Tian tried to remember the names, but soon got dizzy.
The image planner quickly disappeared from the crowd, and he got followed by people everywhere he went. He suddenly saw Doug in this shiny world, looking very handsome in a formal suit, and his miserable appearance in the arena seemed to be something from a parallel world.
They greeted each other and hurriedly separated. The man drank endlessly and seemed to not want to have a conversation with anyone.
Xia Tian knew that Doug was now worth a lot of money, all because of his excellent performance on the Killing Show.
—After they had separated from Xia Tian, Doug and Feng Shan faced a… snake or something. It was a huge mutant creature with bone spurs on its head, like an oversized mace.
In the middle of an attack, it twisted its body abruptly, and a bone spur on its body was about to pierce Doug’s back. Feng Shan, who was fighting viciously, saw it and suddenly stepped forward and pushed Doug away.
The bone spur pierced into him fully, shattered his ribs, grazed his heart, and penetrated his lungs. Doug jumped up and thrust the sword into the giant snake’s head.
It lurched forward, and Doug moved out of the way while pulling out another sword and stabbing it seven inches in. The blow finally worked. The creature hit the side of the stone wall, stopped, and died.
Doug walked over, stared for a while at Feng Shan who was still hanging on the bone spurs, moved him from the top, laid him flat on the ground, looked at him in an entangled manner for a few seconds, and then dragged him to a safer place next to him.
Two more mutant creatures came after that, and he killed one and seriously injured the other. Since Feng Shan had been unconscious, all Doug needed to do was walk away and let go, and he would have died. But he kept standing there, saving his life.
—Xia Tian had observed the attention this scene was getting when reviewing the third round of the decisive battle. Doug had said that he didn’t want to give fun to anyone anymore, but looking at the purchases and the reviews, it must have been worth a party and a nice bonus for the planning team.
After surviving the final battle, their worth grew rapidly, but Xia Tian didn’t see Feng Shan around.
Even if they saved each other’s lives, they were unlikely to appear in the same area.
He didn’t remember how long it had been—this place was dizzying—Huitian dragged a small man over to him and introduced him, saying that he was a recently popular movie star who seemed to have appeared during the third round of the Killing Show, named Wei Ling.
The beautiful star was almost drunk and hugged him with an illusory smile. Xia Tian was stiff all over.
“I liked that scene when you killed… uh, Fusen. It was too damn creative,” the man said to him excitedly, “By the way, he wasn’t particularly good at sailing.”
Wei Ling was a full head shorter than Xia Tian and looked even more delicate up close, but Xia Tian didn’t want to see his face at all. But for the next twenty minutes, the man was dead set on sticking next to him and making a show of being on good terms with each other.
—According to his statement, now was the world of Killing Show stars, and he had to stay in front of him for enough time, or else his agent would kill him.
Bai Jingan, that disloyal fellow, had disappeared at some point.
The star whose face was used for the third-round boss, now completely not scary, chatted about a private party he had attended. He met someone and got into a bed somewhere, and the other party called several people over.
His mind wasn’t too clear, he just remembered there were men and women, he became the object of an orgy and woke up with marks on his hands and feet from being tied up. It hurt but he couldn’t tell now if he was gang-raped. This kind of thing was too difficult to determine.
Wei Ling looked like he was chatting about gossip but Xia Tian listened to him with his face full of horror. He calmly took away the cup with too many psychedelic drugs from the other party’s hand, and replaced it with a safer cup. The star giggled in front of him like a child with no self-protection ability.
Then he grabbed Wei Ling by the collar and dragged him to his agent, complaining to him that such a person who couldn’t even take care of themselves shouldn’t be allowed to run around.
It was like entrusting a child to their parents.
After finishing up with the child, Xia Tian walked into the banquet and looked around.
Before coming, Huitian had said that there would be a lot of people throwing themselves at him at the banquet, and that he should be careful of the personal cameras on the other party, not to eat anything given to him, and to take drinks and drugs in sealed boxes. Xia Tian felt it was a cautionary tale for defenseless children.
These words made his heart itchy, so he was looking forward to some kind of encounter.
And he soon encountered one. But it was a disaster.
Hmm is Wei Ling trying to warn Xia Tian?
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That fan art is gorgeous. … I kind of want to see one more panel with DeeDee in the middle in pretty dress with an ice cream.
That would be so coool!!!
Oh poor Wei Ling.
Thanks for the chapter!
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