When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

"Hahaha, that's hilarious! Brother Su is a total brat killer! He beats kids up without saying a word, showing no mercy at all. Compared to the Chosen Ones from other countries who cower in front of brats, Brother Su is truly awesome!"

"You don't even look at him. How could my brother Su be compared to those ordinary people? Of the remaining few, some are now crippled, and others are in dire straits. I've never seen one who can still hold on..."

"Only my brother Su can be so successful!"

"That brat actually kept a little notebook, planning to get revenge later, but instead he ran into Brother Su right after. This is practically a BBQ!"

"Pfft, I don't know why, but I always feel that when Brother Su picks up the brat, he screams like a frightened groundhog."

"Offending Brother Su will bring you endless trouble!"

"..."

While the audience in China was filled with joy as they watched their chosen one, the audience in other countries was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

When Fujiki Umema, the chosen one of the Sakura Kingdom, woke up in a daze, he found himself completely powerless. He subconsciously tried to raise his arms to prop himself up, but strangely, he felt nothing at all. Suddenly, his eyes cleared, and he looked down at his body, only to see that all four of his limbs were severed at the root. Even his most important fifth limb had been gone from the very beginning.

At this moment, he was completely ruined.

What terrified him even more was his swollen, gradually expanding belly, with black blood vessels constantly writhing on his skin, just like a woman who was ten months pregnant, giving him a chilling feeling.

Fujiki Umema felt like he was going crazy, not only because of his inner fear, but also because his bulging stomach was sending out terrifying hunger signals.

His desire, fueled by hunger, quickly overwhelmed his reason.

He struggled desperately, trying to make a sound, to get up, to leave the room to find something to eat, but his throat seemed hoarse, and he couldn't utter a single sound. His constant struggles only resulted in him sliding off the bed and onto the floor.

Perhaps his struggling movements alerted the people outside.

A brat, clutching a dagger, swaggered in through the slightly ajar door, dragging a bloody, grotesque dog's head along with him, while looking at his "older brother" who was still struggling on the bed.

Are you hungry?

The boy's bloodshot eyes stared at Fujiki Umema, who was still energetically running wild on the bed, and a strange glint appeared in his eyes.

However, he didn't kill as ruthlessly as before, and even his malice was restrained.

After watching for a while, the mischievous child turned and left, as if he were reporting something to his mother outside.

Soon, Mom went out again with a kitchen knife, and another piercing scream rang out from the neighbor's house next door.

The mother, who brought the fresh severed arm home, quickly cooked another pot of "human flesh and pork rib soup," which she then took to the room and forced Fujiki Meima to drink.

Despite her struggles, Fujiki Umema was utterly powerless against her mother, who was far stronger than her.

Compared to the forced feeding he received after he lost consciousness, now that he was awake, he could clearly see chunks of overcooked white meat being forcibly stuffed into his mouth, accompanied by a nauseating stench.

However, driven by his craving for food and the distraction of hunger, he soon gave in.

Soon, a wave of drowsiness washed over him again, engulfing him like a tidal wave.

He fell asleep again.

However, his already bulging, constantly wriggling belly had clearly grown even larger.

.....

Compared to Fujiki Mema's miserable situation, Jason, as the chosen one of the Bald Eagle Empire, still retains some autonomy.

Having lost a hand and an eye, he was now extremely weak, and his belly was swollen and round, like someone who was ten months pregnant.

But at least they can still move around normally.

However, his situation was not good at the moment.

He was now huddled in the corner, much further away from the blood-red moonlight streaming through the window, as if he had seen some kind of monstrous flood.

After returning to his room, he had planned to experience the hidden benefits of "Crimson Moonlight," but at the crucial moment, the Bald Eagle Empire quickly activated its third warning opportunity to stop him.

It turns out that a chosen one from a small country, after returning to his room, beat Jason to it and shone the blood-red moonlight, resulting in a BBQ.

The high command of the Bald Eagle Empire was instantly terrified, fearing that if they were a step too slow, Jason would also be killed.

At this moment, all countries were also bewildered by the sudden turn of events.

Wait a minute, isn't rule one correct? Then why is there a problem with the crimson moonlight?! But what nonsense is Su Ming talking about?!

At this moment, some people had already vaguely sensed that something was wrong and guessed that Su Ming's talent was most likely immunity to strange pollution.

An unprecedented hunger surged from his stomach, gradually transforming into desire that consumed Jason's reason.

Driven by hunger, he wanted to go out to the kitchen to find something to eat.

"No, we can't go out. The only safe place is the room..."

Jason suppressed his hunger, his eyes gradually becoming bloodshot. He bit down hard on the sheets, trying to control his desires, even though his molars were grinding to pieces.

Just then, a knocking sound came from the door, as if someone wanted to come in.

"No, we can't open it. The only safe place is the room. We absolutely cannot leave..."

He muttered to himself, as if he were hypnotizing himself.

However, the constant hunger in his stomach drove him to madness.

His gaze gradually fell on the large yellow dog curled up weakly in the corner, its drool soaking the sheets.

Previously, that dog, in order to protect him, fought with the neighbor when his eyes were gouged out. As a result, it was disemboweled, its intestines spilling out, but it still didn't die...

"No, that dog is my last hope. I can't move it, and it saved my life..."

Jason soon found himself in an unprecedented state of inner turmoil.

a long time,

A chilling gnawing sound suddenly came from inside the room.

The knocking at the door also suddenly disappeared without a trace.

......

The world of ghost stories.

Su Ming was rummaging around in the kitchen, trying to find some leftovers to heat up.

However, they found the kitchen was tidy and orderly, with not a single piece of food left, and even the trash can was empty.

At this moment, the only place that might have food is the refrigerator.

But just as Su Ming was about to approach the refrigerator,

A cold, chilling voice suddenly appeared behind him.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?! It's so late!"

Su Ming paused, instinctively turning around to look, and saw his mother, who had appeared silently behind him without him noticing, carrying a kitchen knife.

The eerie black eyes were staring intently at him, making him appear exceptionally terrifying.

A terrifying sense of oppression instantly pressed down on Su Ming.

It was as if his mother would chop his head off with a knife at any moment.

Compared to the previous unruly children and next-door neighbors,

The mother in front of me is one of the most powerful beings in this world of ghost stories.

Moreover, with the tragedy of Fujiki Umema in front of them, many people watching the live stream subconsciously held their breath, as if they dared not watch any longer.

However, Su Ming showed no panic whatsoever, as if he had anticipated her appearance. His face was devoid of fear, and he appeared remarkably composed.

"Mom, I'm hungry."