Editor: Elanor
One of the planners working under Jakowski came running screaming with joy, and showed him Xia Tian’s interview.
Since they had inhumanely woken up Xia Tian, who was halfway through his treatment, these people ofcourse could not merely ask about social issues and leave. “The Survivors of the Zone N Massacre” was the highlight. This was the hot topic of conversation of the Upper City entertainment industry, and Xia Tian, a survivor of the Massacre, naturally had a heavyweight identity. The entire Massacre-based entertainment industry along with the fans gathered around him, waiting for the hero who had come back from hell to speak.
In the video, Xia Tian was sitting in a wheelchair.
Although a sofa would have been much more comfortable than a wheelchair, what they wanted was this visual effect of “Xia Tian in poor health” to ensure that the story flowed in the direction of the theme.
The light was not bright but it was pure, outlining the contours of his facial features, like the steep shadows cast by the year-round snow-covered peaks.
His face was expressionless as he watched the video of the Zone N Massacre. Jakowski rarely saw him completely hiding his true emotions like this. To some extent, he had the same skills as Bai Jingan.
His old pains and wounds were all laid bare holographically, with no gaps from any angle, and a group of people stared at him and waited for him to speak.
In the end, Xia Tian said: “It’s me.”
“You ended her with your own hands?” The host asked.
“She wouldn’t have liked turning into something like that,” Xia Tian said.
“It’s hard to imagine how you felt at that time…” said the other party, the host of the official TV program of the Commemorative Show called “High End Vision”.
Xia Tian did not speak, just looked at him coldly.
The host shifted his gaze. Even though he was not a newcomer, he still felt nervous under the bright gaze of such a star. He added: “Now, many people are very curious. How did you leave the Massacre Encapsulation Net at that time?”
“I found the high-authority terminal of the chief executive and hacked into it.”
“You hacked the Encapsulation Net?”
“I would have died there if I hadn’t hacked it.”
“I mean, how could you possibly find it? All the local chief executives had already evacuated…”
“He didn’t make it,” Xia Tian said, smiling at him.
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At this moment, he was very happy that he was not a reporter and didn’t have to face these terrifying stars of the Upper World.
On the main screen, the host actually blushed as he said in a low voice, “You hacked the Encapsulation Net, but you, you are not registered concurrently as a network logistician.”
“I’m not qualified to be a network logistician,” Xia Tian said, “I’m not someone who can stand the wait. I must stick the knife in those guys’ heads myself.”
While the video was playing, the latest trending comments were floating on the auxiliary screen next to Jakowski. Fans in the Upper City began to frantically discuss whether Xia Tian had been in the Resistance Army and what had happened in the enclosed area during the Zone N Massacre.
Although…to be honest, he was only thirteen years old. What could he do? He was repairing cars in District N19 at that time.
But it was hard to say. It was Xia Tian after all. God knew what he could do.
At the back was a short clip of interview highlights. The planners thought it was very interesting and prepared to release it.
After the interview, Xia Tian and Bai Jingan stood in the corner talking. Xia Tian reached out to touch his hair and took off a small pink leather hair band.
Bai Jingan was a little embarrassed and said, “I borrowed it temporarily from the makeup artist’s assistant.”
Xia Tian said, “I had a feeling that it was a pink one.”
He went to tie his hair again, but his hands hadn’t completely recovered yet. Bai Jingan took the leather hair band from his hand and helped him tie his hair, and the assistant thoughtfully handed over a black one.
The editor teasingly put together a scene of Xia Tian helping Dee Dee tie her hair, and the two scenes looked almost the same.
It was indeed very cute, Jakowski thought. They put these professional killers into suits and taught them how to be polite, act cute and joke around to regulate the mood of the interview, even to the extent of making people feel a breath of fresh air at such moments. They loved the warmth and beauty of these people, as they aroused a part of their humanity, and Jakowski knew this kind of thing very well.
But occasionally, some of the expressions of their eyes and their movements would make you shudder, as if the blade of a knife was sweeping across your neck.
That was the truth.
As far as Jakowski was concerned, he was glad that the former plan of the stupid show, which was simply about taking pleasure in other people’s misfortune, had failed. There was definitely a problem with Qi Xiashang’s brain.
With great difficulty, he had created the successor to the God of War who could stand on the throne of the peak of the reality show, but Qi Xiashang fucking gave him to a pervert to play…
He sighed. He had no choice but to forget it. The Upper City was just like that. Everyone only thought about short-term benefits, and didn’t care about long-term development at all. If you see something good, you must quickly squeeze out the benefits.
He was already used to it. In their job, they had to deal with countless new death processes every day. This kind of experience would end up distorting your temperament in some way.
He turned his head to watch a fan cut video. He had played this video on loop twenty times already and it was still playing. It really helped to regulate his mood.
It was a privately edited video made by a fan of Xia Tian and Bai Jingan. It started with the Boss of the Torture Chamber Easter Egg—Jakowski couldn’t remember his name — saying to Xia Tian, “I’ve always wanted to see you out of control.”
Then it was lively.
It showed a killing spree, and was extremely violent that could make people’s blood boil. It showed an unstoppable God of War who constantly destroyed everything that stood in front of him.
But in the second half, the rhythm became sad. The endless battle was over. Xia Tian and Bai Jingan hid in makeshift prison. Exhausted, Xia Tian slowly passed out on Bai Jingan’s shoulders. The scene was warm and sad.
As soon as this video appeared, it went viral among fans, and it was also broadcasted several times on the official channel of the Floating Gold Killing Show, and many derivative works also began to appear, making it a hit all over Floating City.
The TV station wanted to find the editor and offer a job. This person was absolutely talented.
Jakowski knew who made it the first time he saw the editing. The personal characteristics were too obvious. Even if she had tried to hide it, it was useless. They were too familiar with each other.
With this, she could get a huge bonus, but she didn’t mention a word; she probably didn’t want people to know it. So Jakowski didn’t breathe a word, and those people couldn’t find her.
She probably just wanted to be a fan again and get back some of the fun she once used to get doing this sort of thing just for the love of it, but now it had become her nightmare.
Maybe she wanted to thank these two people for allowing her to end the Commemorative Show in this way.
Jakowski himself wanted to do something to thank them.
He really liked the last scene of desperate violence and murderous spirit in spite of everything. It was really like a strong light piercing through the darkness.
Tian Xiaoluo was humming a song and editing a video not far away. Jakowski could not remember the last time she had hummed a song.
The pomp of the previous Commemorative Show was extensive. She had also taken the time to help. At that time, all day it was as if she had nothing she loved. The day before, Jakowski had seen her sitting alone in the corner crying, and he had pretended not to see it, because he didn’t know what to say.
That night she had kept calling Wei Su—her dead boyfriend—and Jakowski had taken a look at her terminal usage. The number of phone calls she made had kept increasing without any end. That night, she had dialed a number a total of 237 times; a number that no one would answer.
Ever since she was a child, she was stubborn and impractical, and did not get along well with reality.
When she was a child, she had once edited a birthday party clip. She was immensely proud of it and promoted it everywhere, but the video was turned into waste by the virus epidemic at that time.
Jakowski clearly remembered that day when she had pulled him to sit in front of the terminal, pointed at the blank screen, and showed him a birthday party clip. She talked about how she made the twist and how she had dramatized it, in a tone so firm that it was almost as if there was really something on the screen. So he also tried his best to act like he could see it too.
For a long time after that, whenever she brought up that clip, she acted as if the clip was perfect and everything was fine. She made the failure disappear from her life in this way.
Growing up, she would sometimes joke about it, as if she had matured over time and was able to deal with the failure.
But now, her communication monitoring interface was full of calls she made that weren’t answered. The calls were spread out over every day, every night, or the sporadic breaks at work, like a frantic ritual that had no end.
She couldn’t grow up anymore and couldn’t bear it. She changed back to that child and tried to use the same trick in her life.
She was paranoid, miserable, and impractical. There was nothing he could do to help her.
So Jakowski said nothing, went back to his office and drank half the night until he slept through the rest of the night, making it much easier to solve the problem.
In this world, all you could do was to find ways to pass the day. Have a glass of wine when you are miserable, and add a little something to the wine when you are miserable again. Jakowski…and any other planners who were even somewhat decent had already made preparations for the ending, and they had also long formulated the next publicity plans.
—The plans were related to the same old stuff: sadness, hopelessness, and mutual healing in the dark world.
At that time, they didn’t know that the Commemorative Show would eventually end in this way.
At the end of the Commemorative Show, the planning team was in a total mess and chaos. No one knew what to do, and Jakowski’s communicator kept ringing off the hook.
He didn’t have time to answer the calls. He just stared at the screen. When Xia Tian shot the bullet, he got up from his chair, he knew what to do and what he really wanted to see.
He hastily drew up a new direction for the promotion. He had to scrap everything that had been drafted previously and start again. But when designing a character setting, even on the principle of adhering to the set foundation, one might have to restart from scratch before reaching success.
After tossing and turning in the middle of the night, Jakowski came to the hallway to smoke where he met Tian Xiaoluo, who was swiping her mobile phone.
Seeing him, she smiled. That smile was like a ray of sunlight piercing through the gloomy clouds. For the first time in a long time, she took the initiative to speak to him: “The show got screwed up royally.”
Now, Jakowski sat on his dirty and messy throne which was at the pinnacle of the planning world. He had an auxiliary screen on one side, and he was monitoring the hot topics of the entertainment world.
Everyone was constantly talking about the “Principle of Revenge,” the effect of the Commemorative Show, and the two Killing Show stars who had recently made a big splash.
The number of times Xia Tian’s name appeared increased sharply, and the graph showed a steep upward slope. It was as if a statue of God was embedded at the top, unquestionable and extremely distinct, and its purpose was largely to command and guide people.
The main screen was paused on an official post of a holographic picture of Xia Tian. The man who was armed with the murderous Doomsday rifle was standing on the battlefield filled with gunpowder, and his face was stained with blood and smoke. He smiled towards the camera, brilliant and hostile. His smile suppressed the aura of the gun and momentum of the battlefield, making the gloomy Asura field reveal a cold and bright light.
After admiring it for a while, Jakowski poured himself a glass of wine. He then unfolded the screen and began to monitor and pay attention to the details of popular trends.
He quickly noticed this trend—when people talked about this revenge, it seemed that it was no longer just a revenge, just an incident of oppression and finally an outburst. Instead, it was like a bloody sacrificial offering to a God made by a fanatic believer.
Can we start a petition to have more BJG moments?? Lmao 🤣🤣😂
Thank you for the chapter ❤️
Man I hate how the rich people are just making happy little shipping videos out of our protagonists struggling for their lives with no choice in the matter. Even if some people are supposedly on their side, they’re still part of the group actively enjoying this messed up content that the two are forced to go through.
Despite how messed up it is I am glad to see the MC’S slowly changing the people without their knowledge, very soon there may be an overhaul of this system
This is insanity !