The whole nation: You're put to survive on a desolate planet, you'll be running an alien b

The players in the lobby gripped their weapons, their palms sweaty.

No one dared to move, no one dared to make a sound.

The smile on Li Haotian's face was more terrifying to them than the Alien Queen's maw.

He glanced around, his gaze lingering on each person's face for half a second.

"Which of you will be the next boss?"

Those who were seen by him instinctively shrank back.

A soldier's hand trembled, and his longsword fell to the ground with a crisp "clang".

The voice sounded like a command.

Everyone knelt down in unison with a "plop".

Weapons were scattered all over the ground.

"Boss! We were wrong!"

"We were tricked here by that bastard Kuanglong!"

"We're willing to disband the guild! Disband now!"

"Please, have mercy and spare our lives!"

Cries for mercy and screams filled the air.

Li Haotian picked at his ear, seemingly a little impatient.

"It's so noisy."

As soon as he finished speaking, a white light flashed across the floor in the center of the hall.

A figure appeared out of nowhere.

It was Kuanglong, who had just spent fifty yuan to be "dignified" sent back to the city, starting over again.

He looked around blankly.

"What's going on? Aren't I at the respawn point?"

Before he could figure it out...

An invisible hand grabbed his neck, forcibly pulled him up from the ground, and dragged him in front of Li Haotian.

Mad Dragon, starting over, his feet left the ground, struggling desperately, his face turning red.

He looked at Li Haotian, his eyes filled with pure fear.

"You...you..."

Li Haotian released his grip.

Kuanglong, starting all over again, crashed to the ground, gasping for breath like a fish out of air.

He scrambled backward until his back hit the cold steps of the throne.

"I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

Tears streamed down his face as he desperately kowtowed to Li Haotian.

"I'm quitting! I'll never play again! I'll delete my account right now! Please, please let me go!"

"I'll give you all my equipment and all my gold!"

"Just don't cause me any more trouble in real life..."

He's not afraid of anything now, except for that demon in novice clothes sending him another "delivery has arrived" email.

Li Haotian ignored him.

He simply snapped his fingers.

"Smack."

A huge virtual screen was displayed above the council hall.

On the screen, there was the ugly sight of Kuanglong, starting over again, kneeling and begging for mercy, every detail clearly visible.

at the same time.

A forced window popped up in the upper right corner of the interface for all players on the entire server of "God's Game".

[Server-wide announcement: Player 'Alien' has started a live stream, room name: 'The Guild Leader's Last Dignity,' all are welcome to join!]

For an instant.

Countless players clicked in.

The world channel exploded.

"Holy crap! The Alien master has started streaming!"

"The President's Last Dignity? You've already stolen all the good stuff with that title!"

"Holy crap, isn't that the guild leader of the Mad Dragon Guild? Why is he kneeling?"

"This...this means they've been beaten into submission?"

"It's not just that he was beaten into submission, look at how much he cried, his makeup is all ruined."

In the live stream, Kuanglong_Congtouzailai was still crying and wailing at the top of his lungs.

He was completely unaware that his disgraceful behavior was being witnessed by tens of millions of players across the entire server.

Li Haotian squatted down and patted his face.

"She was crying quite loudly."

"Don't worry, I'll give you a beauty filter."

He casually swiped the screen, and a comical dog head effect was precisely placed on the head of Mad Dragon and Start Over.

Players across the server were stunned for a moment, then burst into thunderous laughter.

"Hahaha! Dog-headed president! Well deserved!"

"The Alien boss is too clever! He's killing them by attacking their spirit!"

"Upstairs, your perspective is too narrow; this is called public execution!"

Kuanglong_Starting Over finally noticed the screen above his head and saw the screen full of sarcastic comments.

His crying stopped abruptly.

His face instantly changed from a liverish color to a deathly pale white.

He got it.

The other party had no intention of letting him go.

From the very beginning, this was an utter humiliation.

"you……"

He pointed at Li Haotian, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Li Haotian stood up and smiled at the live stream camera.

"Alright, everyone, let's have an interactive activity."

He cleared his throat and spoke in the tone of a TV shopping presenter.

"Do you all think we should let our poor president off the hook?"

"Press '1' at the bottom of the screen to let him go."

"Press 2 to send him on his way and scatter his ashes."

"Alright, three seconds left, type your choices in the chat!"

He had barely finished speaking.

The screen in the live stream was instantly flooded with a torrent of the number "2".

The barrage of comments was so thick that you couldn't even see the figures below.

Even the occasional "hahahaha" that drifts by seems particularly jarring.

Some people even started sending virtual gifts.

Player '一梦千雪' sent 10 'Super Rockets'

Player 'Myth_Emperor Shitian' sent 10 'Super Rockets'

Li Haotian glanced at the gift list.

"Hey, both of the top-ranked players have spoken up."

He turned his head to face the ashen-faced Kuanglong, and shrugged helplessly as he started over.

"Look."

"Public opinion is hard to defy."

Mad Dragon, starting over again, collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant, muttering to himself.

"You devil...you're a devil..."

"No."

Li Haotian shook his head and corrected him.

"I'm actually quite vengeful."

"You just said you wanted to delete your account, that was your own choice."

He paused, then his smile deepened.

"But I prefer to do things myself."

"After all, you might as well go all the way."

After he finished speaking, he slowly raised his right hand, pointing his index finger to the space between Kuangyong and Fendian's eyebrows.

A wisp of barely perceptible black energy lingered around his fingertips.

There were no spectacular special effects.

There was no earth-shattering pressure.

Mad Dragon, starting anew, began to become transparent.

Starting from the feet, it gradually transformed into the most basic data points, drifting upwards.

His face was still frozen with extreme fear and despair.

[System Notification: Player '狂龙丶从头再来' has been erased from data by player '异形' using the special privilege '神性吞' (Divine Devouring)].

[System notification: All account information, character data, and soul imprints for this player have been permanently deleted from the God's database.]

[System notification: Warning! This operation is irreversible!]

Three blood-red system notifications appeared simultaneously on all players' live stream screens.

This time, the world channel fell silent.

If the previous real-world blows only instilled fear...

That true "account deletion" made all players feel a chill run down their spines.

This is no longer a game.

This is to erase a person's existence.

Li Haotian blew away non-existent dust from his fingertips and turned off the live stream.

He turned around and looked at the group of players in the hall who were so terrified they were soiling themselves.

"Alright, we've finished the main course."

"Would you like to make your own desserts, or should I help you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of players went crazy, rushing to open their system panels and select to delete their characters.

A series of white lights appeared and then quickly went out.

In the blink of an eye, only Li Haotian remained in the huge council hall.

He walked to the throne and sat down.

Leaning back in his chair, he let out a long sigh of relief.

He opened his friends list.

My fingertips traced a line and lingered on a glittering name.

Mythology - Indra

He thought for a moment and then sent a message.

"Are you there?"