Chapter 226 The Cold-Blooded World Destroyer 2 (1/2)

The third one is the wolf clan leader, who is quite brave. He is fighting against a wall made up of countless pale arms, and he is howling as he punches and kicks.

But with each break, more arms emerged from the wall, threatening to drag them inside.

"This is invalid output, find the core."

Zi Xi changed her posture. She was now like a staff member of an escape room, bored and wanting to get some fruit platter or snacks.

The fourth scene is significantly more intense for Zi Xi, with extremely bloody and pixelated graphics. All that can be seen is splattered red, the outline of a large piece of machinery, and numerous screams.

However, this one was clearly not dead; he was an ape-beastman.

Zi Xi looked away expressionlessly.

The fifth was a fox-type beastman who seemed quite shrewd. He tried to pick the lock with a wire, but a burst of green gas suddenly shot out of the keyhole, and he instantly rolled his eyes back, foamed at the mouth, and collapsed.

"...Knowledge changes destiny, but reckless knowledge is deadly."

Zi Xi continued reading.

The sixth, seventh, and eighth cells are now blacked out, displaying only a cold red cross and a record of the time of death.

"...That's really efficient."

Zi Xi felt a chill on the back of her neck.

The ninth square is interesting.

A burly man who appeared to be from the bear tribe did not run around blindly. Instead, he crouched behind a relatively safe shelter, sniffing the air intently. His furry ears twitched alertly, as if analyzing the scent information in his environment.

"This orc is reliable."

Zi Xi's gaze was fixed on this spot.

Of course, the bear on the screen can't hear it.

Zi Xi sighed, leaned back in her chair, and felt exhausted.

The story begins with a safe house and a monitoring computer. The original owner's wish was to live until death.

On the male lead's side, oh, she also has to save the world.

The opponent is a newspaper boss who can create death games at will, and the survivors, apart from Brother Bear, don't seem to be very smart either.

This configuration, this level of difficulty.

Does Dead Hand have a problem with her? How could she have bought such a terrible mission card?

She pinched the bridge of her nose and glanced at the live stream again.

Is the responsibility to monitor?

Okay.

Zi Xi sat up straight, a smile that was a mixture of helplessness and mischievousness on her face, and reached out to grasp the mouse.

"Alright, the observation and recording specialist is online. First, we need to give these channels some nicknames..."

She opened the editing box.

Leopard Clan Mighty Man: "A jogging champion about to retire."

Rabbit girl: "A crybaby who can't jump."

Wolf Clan Leader: "Demolition Office."

Mosaic: "Ape-beastman."

The fox-clan elder said, "Locksmith."

The three characters on the black screen have finished filming.

The eldest brother of the bear clan: "A promising stock, a master of smell."

"Perfect."

Zi Xi nodded in satisfaction, feeling that her work enthusiasm had increased significantly.

Then she skillfully switched perspectives, zoomed in and out, and even tried adjusting the contrast and brightness.

They were trying to find more about the rules and details of this little world from the bloody and chaotic scenes they saw.

"Hmm... what kind of insect is that?"