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Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death

Jack transmigrated to a parallel world and locked on to a Judge System that provided rewards for punishing evil. Hence, an Adjudicator of Death who stood above the law was hence born. A livestream channel named Deathstream Channel hence appeared in various major livestream platforms, with a judge’s pen and a Death Notice sent to every criminal. *** [Name: Mogul] [Gender:Male:] [Age:45] [Job: CEO of Mogul Group] [Crime: Brutal killing of children] [Punishment:Decapitation] [Name:Natalie ] [Gender:Female ] [Age:33 ] [Job:Vagrant] [Crime:Abduction of women, forcing them into the prostitution of death] [Punishment:removal of limbs and reproductive organs, bleeding to death] [Name: Watton] [Gender:Male] [Age:47] [Job:Mob boss] [Crime:Gang fights, slaughtering civilians ] [Punishment: Death by a thousand cuts and skinning] All who received Death Notices were sent to the Deathstream Channel without exception, for death awaits while everyone in the world would watch as they were punished! No matter where you are or how noble a position you possess, a baptism of blood and fire awaits you once you receive the Death Notices. It is the prelude of death. Sinners—come receive your time of death!

Twenty-Eight Peanuts · Urban
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287 Chs

An Unexpected Twist

Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

Marcellus sat on the ground in the middle of the abandoned factory.

His surroundings were very empty. There was nothing around him.

He laughed and yelled, "Come on, Death Inquisitor, aren't you amazing? Aren't you able to design death? Now, unless you make the roof fall off, let's see how you'll kill me!"

Marcellus held a gun in his hand and looked up at the ceiling, constantly paying attention to any minute changes. In the last few minutes, he was confident that he could survive.

It was almost midnight.

Tens of millions of viewers were restless.

"Ahhhhh, hurry up! The roof is falling!"

"The roof is falling + 1"

"The ground is collapsing! Bury him alive!"

"The ground is collapsing + 1"

The viewers were anxious and uncomfortable. They were so angry that they wanted to smash their keyboards and computers.

But soon, the needle pointed to twelve o'clock.

The game was over!