American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

Author: Kongkongmingming

Summary:

Late 90s North America. Zhu Mingyao transmigrated here, and the moment he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar face of the serial killer Jason! "Brother, why aren't you clearing out those reckless youths at Crystal Lake? What are you doing here?" What? This is a TV drama world teeming with demons? ...Send me back! I want to go home! What? I have a system, I can add points to my cultivation... Oh, never mind then. Ding! Slayed 1 evil spirit, gained 8 reward points. Destroyed the piranha mother nest, gained 370 reward points. Facing the hideous demons and monsters, Zhu Mingyao smiled arrogantly. Hmph! Even if you all attack me together, what do I have to fear? System, add points! Eat my Five Thunderbolts!

Chapter 1 seems to be about time travel.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"

Zhu Mingyao opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of dirty water, then slowly woke up from his coma.

"Why does this flash flood smell so bad? It smells like a sewer."

He gagged twice, then, despite the aches and pains throughout his body, he rolled over and sat up on the cold, damp ground, looking around.

On both sides were deep passageways made of cement bricks, stretching as far as the eye could see. Only one side was blocked off by rows of iron fences, turning the place into a dead end, and he was at the end of this dead end.

A thin, snake-like stream of sewage, emitting a strong, putrid stench, flowed silently past the fence and disappeared into the darkness in the distance.

This isn't just like a sewer, this is a sewer!

"Where have I been swept away by this flash flood?"

In the dim and silent darkness, only the narrow passageway and the kerosene lamp hanging on the wall reminded this freshman majoring in folklore that this was no longer the dilapidated mountain temple where the internship team had taken shelter from the rain.

"His!"

A sudden, sharp pain in his head made Zhu Mingyao cry out. It felt as if someone had pried open his skull and shoved a bunch of things inside.

"It's too, too big! No! It's too much... It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

Zhu Mingyao caught his breath, his eyes glazed over, trying to process the jumbled memories that had suddenly appeared in his mind.

...1997? A parallel world? Los Angeles, west coast of the North American Federation?

Is this a lie? Time travel...?

My house was just demolished, and I'm about to become a happy rich kid, dominating the campus and embarking on an unforgettable story with hot upperclassmen and innocent underclassmen!

Going out with senior students from the internship group and getting caught in a flash flood is bad enough! And now you're telling me we've been transported to another world?

Zhu Mingyao stretched out his hand, and under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, his thin arms, which were barely visible, dispelled any lingering hope in his heart—he had just weighed over 180 pounds last month, and his belly was folded with fat; how could he be this thin?

It's a soul transfer, no doubt about it!

Thinking of this, he was startled and hurriedly pulled down his shorts and reached out to touch them.

"Thank goodness, my brother is still alive!"

Zhu Mingyao breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had transmigrated to the Federation, at least he hadn't become a transgender person to conform to local customs, which was a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

If he were to transmigrate into a Buff Monster like an obese Black woman, vegetarian, or lesbian, even knowing that this would be a powerful hero in the future version, Zhu Mingyao would be willing to ruthlessly cut himself and immediately quit and restart!

I am a dignified man, seven feet tall. To starve to death is a small matter, but to lose my integrity is a great one!

However... in my memory, this body of mine is only fifteen or sixteen years old. I should be a Chinese orphan adopted by a charity in Los Angeles. How did I end up here?

Zhu Mingyao carefully recalled the original owner's information.

"It seems like I took a nap and was brought here in a daze. Could it be a kidnapping?"

But who would kidnap a poor orphan with no money to be made?

Could it be that we've run into a Federation specialty—a deranged serial killer?

"No matter what exactly happened, I'm definitely in danger right now!"

Zhu Mingyao tried to stand up by holding onto the wall, but he stumbled as soon as he moved his feet.

He looked down and saw a long chain tied to his right foot, the other end of which was nailed deeply to the wall, making a clanging sound as he moved.

"No wonder no one is guarding it."

Zhu Mingyao struggled with the iron chain for a long time, but all he did was sweat profusely and get nothing out of it.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and, unwilling to give up, carefully surveyed his surroundings, trying to find a way to escape.

Just then, faint footsteps came from the end of the passageway.

somebody is coming!

Zhu Mingyao panicked slightly, his mind racing, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.

At this point, we can only gamble on luck!

He lay down against the wall, pretending to still be unconscious. His eyelids drooped down, leaving only a slit. His body appeared curled up, but in reality, his muscles were tense, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

The chaotic footsteps approached rapidly, interspersed with heavy breathing and groans, seemingly revealing a hint of panic.

"Huff...huff!"

A figure stumbled over, wearing jeans on his lower body but a mismatched black hooded robe on his upper body. He had also covered the lower half of his face with a cloth, and a huge gash was open between his chest and abdomen, from which blood was gushing and dripping onto the ground.

Upon seeing the iron fence ahead, the figure emitted a strange, duck-like quack of delight from beneath its veil:

"I escaped! Hehe, God really is watching over me..."

He paid no attention to Zhu Mingyao, who was lying next to him pretending to be unconscious. With a swift movement, he pulled out a strangely shaped snake-like dagger from his waist and began frantically cutting through a fence.

"Is this person out of their mind?" Zhu Mingyao slightly opened his eyes, secretly observing the figure's actions.

Although the iron fence was a bit rusty, it was still at least as thick as a thumb. It wasn't something that could be cut open with a dagger. Did you think you had the Heaven-Slaying Sword or the Dragon-Slaying Saber in your hand?

However, Zhu Mingyao's inner turmoil was quickly and cruelly slapped in the face by reality.

As the figure emitted a hissing sound, the snake-shaped dagger was instantly covered with a layer of dark purple, watery light. With a single swipe, it sliced ​​off a large amount of iron filings, the effect of which was not much different from that of an electric hacksaw.

"Holy crap! Is this an enchantment or a laser weapon?"

Zhu Mingyao's eyes widened, and his body couldn't help but move slightly. The shackles struck the cement floor with a barely perceptible sound.

"Ok?"

The figure suddenly turned around!

A pair of bloodshot eyes glared fiercely at him, meeting Zhu Mingyao's shocked gaze.

Eye to eye!

The next moment, a gust of wind rushed towards him, and the masked man lunged at Zhu Mingyao with a blade!

"Fuck me!"

Fortunately, he had taken some precautions beforehand. Zhu Mingyao used all his strength to do a lazy roll and barely avoided the opponent's blade.

With a snap, the snake-shaped dagger slashed past Zhu Mingyao's waist and embedded itself two or three inches deep into the concrete ground!

Seeing the cold glint on the blade, Zhu Mingyao's adrenaline surged, his heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat.

He swallowed hard, staring nervously at the other person.

The masked man opposite cried out in pain, as if his previous lunge had aggravated his wound. He hunched over and lay there for a moment, unable to pull the dagger stuck in the ground after two attempts.

"There's a chance!" Zhu Mingyao's eyes lit up.

His jaw clenched, his trembling hands clenched and unclenched, then clenched again, his fingernails piercing the skin of his palms, but he was completely unaware of it.

Zhu Mingyao is not a cowardly person, but for a college student who grew up in a peaceful era, suddenly facing a knife-wielding assailant is a great test of his decision-making ability.

To die or to live?

Time is always fair; it will not stop flowing just because someone hesitates.

Seeing the masked man pull out the dagger with force, losing his balance and staggering backward, Zhu Mingyao finally steeled his heart, let out a hysterical roar, and rammed into him!

"Dangdang!"

The two rolled on the ground. Zhu Mingyao gripped the masked man's wrist tightly with his left hand to prevent him from swinging the dagger, while his right hand, with its five fingers forming a hook, grabbed directly into the huge wound in the man's abdomen!

A bloodcurdling scream rang out.

The masked man convulsed from the intense pain, and the dagger he was about to strike slipped limply from his hand.

Zhu Mingyao dared not relax. Taking advantage of his small stature, he pressed his head against the other's chin and frantically stirred his hands inside the other's abdomen. In a daze, he seemed to have pinched something soft. He didn't have time to think about it and used all his remaining strength to pull hard!

As if severed by an invisible blade, the screams abruptly ceased.

After a while, sensing that the other party had stopped struggling and had collapsed on the ground like a pile of mud, Zhu Mingyao, panting heavily and with trembling, exhausted hands, picked up the fallen dagger and carefully examined it against the masked man's neck.

By this time, the man's mask had fallen off during the struggle, revealing a thin, pale white male face.

His pupils gradually dilated, and it was clear that he was not going to survive. He kept spitting out bloody foam, and was still muttering something incoherently.

"They actually... sacrificed... killed... hehe..."

As the sound gradually faded and disappeared, the man, with a face full of resentment, tilted his head to the side and fell silent.

If it were at a different time, Zhu Mingyao could probably deduce some of his current situation from the man's dying words.

But now, having survived the ordeal, he has no time to think about such things.

For in his mind, a radiant bamboo scroll was slowly unfurling, and a line of text gradually took shape:

Kill a demonic priest and receive 10 Karma Points as a reward!

New author, new book, striving for a contract.

Chapter 2 seems to be more than just time travel.

In my mind, the yellowish-green bamboo slips are simple and elegant in shape, with a texture like jade and emitting a faint, clear light.

Zhu Mingyao sat on the ground, took a few deep breaths, and tried his best to calm himself down.

"So this is still a system flow, right?" he muttered to himself.

"Why is it shaped like a scroll? I mean, can we change the image? Like a white-haired loli or something?"

The bamboo slip remained unresponsive, standing idly in my mind, exuding an aloof and indifferent air.

However, Zhu Mingyao was just venting his frustrations and didn't expect to get any response.

As he focused his attention on the bamboo slips, new information emerged.