The male supporting character was actually myself.

However, for some reason, she always made mistakes, even accidentally killing the beloved pet cat. She also caused a fire while helping to cook, which almost killed other actors. Qin Xiaoyao's debut ended amidst criticism.

Due to her previous poor performance, she was voted by the audience to enter a wilderness survival reality show.

At first, Qin Xiaoyao showed the resilience of a girl who had been hardworking since childhood, but soon disagreements arose in the ten-person team. The popular national CP broke up because of her quarrel. Later, the coach fell off a cliff and died on the spot while trying to save Qin Xiaoyao who was alone. Spending the night on the snow mountain was also due to her mistake, which resulted in the loss of all supplies and almost killed the whole team, causing public outrage.

The third time Qin Xiaoyao was assigned to a reality show simulating an ancient tribe, she continued to make mistakes and even had several emotional breakdowns, acting pretentious and affected, prompting the audience to collectively petition for her to be sacrificed on the spot.

This is her last chance. If she fails to stand out from the reality show and gain audience support, she will repeat the same mistake and cause another tragedy.

"Damn it! Not to mention the audience, even my cute little kitten thinks the female lead deserves it after hearing her first-person description!" The fluffy little ball had prepared a small handkerchief to listen to the tragic story, but the more she listened, the angrier she became.

It's infuriating from the audience's perspective too. This guy is useless at everything and eats nothing. All we can do is wish this kind of incompetent teammate a speedy death and reincarnation!

After listening, Jiang Chen frowned slightly and asked, "Didn't your agent tell you what you need to pay attention to in the reality show you're going to participate in? Were those mistakes really accidental or were they deliberately framed?"

"I don't know," she said, her voice trembling as she rested her forehead on her knees. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone, but I don't know why so many accidents happened..."

The little white cat, its short paws crossed over its chest, sneered, "Stupid! You're both wicked and stupid. You caused so many deaths and now you want to drag my host into this massacre for you. You don't deserve any pity!"

"Perhaps there's more to the story. Don't jump to conclusions." Jiang Chen glanced at the demon's mana bar. It seemed that the mission world had imposed a restriction on the demon's power; once the mana bar was depleted, it could no longer release mana and could only wait for it to recover.

He flicked his finger and used a hypnotic spell on the exhausted Qin Xiaoyao, "No matter what the truth is, you should get a good night's sleep now and be well-rested to deal with what comes next."

Qin Xiaoyao quickly curled up on the pile of dry grass in the corner and fell asleep. Jiang Chen stretched out his wings and instructed the fluffy ball, "Keep an eye on her. I think there are big problems with the film crew. See if you can investigate and find out some inside information."

"Okay, meow~" Little White squatted obediently at the female lead's feet and nodded in agreement.

With his large, cool black wings unfurled, Jiang Chen silently flew out of the prison and hovered in the air, taking in everything.

The prison where Qin Xiaoyao was held looked like a small black box, with one cell after another forming a large area.

With the exception of a very few empty cells, almost every cell held an "actor." Since others couldn't see the demons, and Jiang Chen didn't want to waste his mana to appear and question them, these boys and girls were likely selected from the twelve districts.

He continued flying upwards, the darkness of the night unable to obstruct his vision.

Jiang Chen could see wide highways and railways crisscrossing the area, with various "cities" built around it, large and small, with all sorts of scenes, which should be the venues for different types of reality shows.

"Strange, why would the Federation Headquarters put on this kind of show? Is it really about entertainment to the death?" He wondered, flapping his wings to explore the mission world at an extremely fast speed.

On the outskirts of a remote metropolis, a middle-aged man in his forties, dressed in a suit and tie with slicked-back hair and a slightly exaggerated, stylishly trimmed beard, was solemnly instructing, while touching his chin with one hand: "Seventy-two hours from now, the supernatural show I specially designed for the trial will begin. Check all the details one last time. There can be absolutely no mistakes when it is broadcast online!"

"Yes!" Many people responded with high spirits, and then each did their own job, keeping their hands busy while staring at the big screen in front of them.

Below the platform he stood was a massive control center, where hundreds of staff members were performing their respective tasks. Cameras from various angles could be seen being adjusted; some were busy inputting data-driven, terrifying ghosts into the show…

"The Alliance leader once said that only hope is stronger than fear. Giving those foolish sinners a little hope means they are lambs we can manipulate at any time, and it is also an effective means for the Alliance to intimidate the people!"

The sinners in Falling Moon City, who show no remorse, are once again attempting to form an armed force to overthrow the rule and disrupt the happy and prosperous lives of more people. However, it is unjust to initiate a war.

Then we must incite public outrage and let the audience vote to completely destroy a wicked and irredeemable city!

The reality show's designer, Qiao Yi, gave a cold smile, stroked his chin, and declared loudly, "Let's show the audience the incorrigible depravity of these sinners. This time, we must ensure the viewership ratings break 40%!"

"it is good!"

"come on!"

"It definitely can!"

With effective pre-release promotion and Qiao Yi, the strongest designer in the series, his name alone guarantees high viewership.

What's more, the person participating in the final trial show this time is that person who makes everyone's teeth itch with hatred. The production crew members don't need to deliberately guide her at all; her performance is enough to make people furious. Qin Xiaoyao must die!

Chapter Three: The Key Game

"Hmm? A reality show is going to escalate to the level of domination? This mission world is really strange." Jiang Chen sat on the highest command platform, tilting his head as he watched a dozen staff members pointing and gesturing around a huge electronic virtual sandbox.

A female employee wearing gold-rimmed glasses swiped her finger across the huge screen next to her and dragged the ghost bride onto the virtual sandbox. A female ghost, scaled down to the same size, appeared under the paper lanterns in the eerie alleyway of the show.

"Director Qiao's design is absolutely brilliant! Who would have thought the hidden boss was standing right here?"

"That's right, even experienced veteran actors have a hard time guarding against it."

"So this is the place where Qin Xiaoyao 'killed' her second teammate? Won't that make the plot seem too difficult for the audience?"

"Don't forget that the audience has a God's-eye view. With a narrator to guide them, no one will find the script too difficult. Take this opportunity to 'sacrifice' those popular veteran actors one after another, and the ratings will be even higher."

"Can it be called a terrifying or supernatural event if a few people don't die?"

"But Wang He, the team leader from Zone One, is extremely popular, especially among wealthy women who are willing to spend money on him. If we kill him off in this horror script, will the ratings plummet?"

"Wang He is indeed very good at making money, but the problem is that he is too arrogant and out of control."

"The arrangement of Liu Yihong, a promising young actor of the same type, is precisely to take the opportunity to replace him!"

"Inciting fans of both sides to fight is a good way to boost viewership and ratings..."

…………

A group of people were having a lively discussion, as if being able to control the lives of the "actors" who entered the reality show was something to be proud of.

Jiang Chen frowned even more deeply.

The production crew had many problems;

But since it has risen to the level of a means of control, it means that these designers and staff members are all just tools.

"There is only hope stronger than fear. For the head of state at the Federal Headquarters to say such a thing, he must be a remarkable person." He spread his wings and flew directly into the sky without any hindrance, quickly arriving at the magnificent Federal Headquarters building with the unique spatial traversal ability of a demon.

But ruling by using hope as a tool, this septuagenarian, gray-haired head of state is certainly no good!

"There are still three days left. Is everything ready in Luoyue City?" The old man took the rose out of his suit pocket, pinched the delicate flower, and a trace of weariness appeared on his face. "It's time to finish."

The rebels in Falling Moon City have gone too far in recent years.

They've probably been stuck at the bottom of the well for too long, never seeing the outside world, which has led to their inflated confidence and arrogance. The cooperation terms offered by the alliance headquarters were already quite good, yet they still wanted to push their luck.

Sitting on the white sofa behind the old man was a man in his fifties who bore a resemblance to him and was dressed in military uniform. He took a drag, exhaled a smoke ring, and said with a puzzled look, "Isn't it just a war criminal concentration camp? If they don't obey, just massacre the whole city! Anyway, they're all criminals, who cares?"

"Deqiang, this is why I haven't dared to delegate power to you yet!" The white-haired old man was clearly somewhat helpless. He threw the rose into the trash can, turned around, and patiently guided the old man: "The art of an emperor is to be able to control people's hearts."

Force and guns are not a panacea!

Only by understanding human nature and skillfully manipulating people's hearts can you secure the position your father earned for you!

When the topic of taking over came up, Gu Deqiang remained silent.

He is 53 years old this year, which is no longer young. His father became the head of the alliance and the master of the headquarters at the age of 46.

Gu Deqiang also wanted to sit in that position and dominate the world, rather than just holding the title of a mere military general.

"Father, is Falling Moon City worth all this trouble?"

"That's not just a problem for Fallen Moon City, but it concerns the rule of the other twelve districts and the thirty-nine federal states." The old man stared at the scattered rose in the trash can and lowered his voice, saying, "The truth and history of the power struggle three hundred years ago have been deliberately altered and hidden."

In fact, the first head of state who built the federal headquarters, the Holy Heavenly King, relied on superhuman power.

He murdered his father and brothers, and to secure his throne, he nominally enfeoffed his three younger brothers and nine generals who had risen to prominence from humble beginnings as kings, but in reality, he banished and confined their entire families to the twelve districts.

The shocking inside story clearly failed to alarm Gu Deqiang. He took another puff of his cigarette and snorted coldly, "I know that the Holy Heavenly King supposedly summoned a demon and relied on its power to achieve victory."

Those are just legends, Father. What do they have to do with ruling?

The leader's eye twitched, and a hint of disappointment appeared on his face. "Use your brain and apply what I've taught you!"

Through more than 300 years of deliberate propaganda and management, everyone believes that the people of District 12 are descendants of war criminals and are born sinners.

Only in this way can the strength of the thirty-nine countries be used to suppress the millions of people in the twelfth district!

The reason why the Holy Heavenly King didn't exterminate those people back then was because…

He walked over to his son, bent down, and lowered his voice even further. "It is said that those people know the royal family's secrets—in other words, they also possess the ability or bloodline to summon demons."

To avoid jeopardizing his efforts, the Holy King granted them fiefdoms, effectively placing them under house arrest but daring not to exterminate them, fearing someone might summon demons and overthrow the Alliance headquarters' rule.

“So…” Gu Deqiang paused for a moment, seemingly grasping the key point, “So all these years, the Federal Headquarters has tacitly allowed the stationed troops to burn, kill, and loot, and when there are resistance forces in various districts, the Headquarters sends peace ambassadors to kill a few scapegoats and cooperate with the resistance forces to govern?”

Seeing that his son had finally understood, the old man's expression softened and he nodded, saying, "District Twelve has always been a very thorny historical problem. The bloodlines of those descendants who mastered the method of summoning demons are long gone."

However, each of the twelve districts possesses abundant resources. The reason why our thirty-nine federal states are stronger than other alliance countries is because of the abundant resource supply from the twelve districts.

Equality is impossible; to control the complex Twelve Districts, one must have sufficient means.

The fear of burning, killing, and looting will only create a stronger rebel army, so we must give them a glimmer of hope—my money-making reality show.

He sat down on the sofa, leaned back in his chair, looked at the ceiling, and said with a hint of smugness, "Look, the intense internal conflict has been deflected with a few deft moves."

The criminals no longer kept their eyes on the stationed troops; they longed to be among the lucky ones, to walk out of the high walls and become hot celebrities, enjoying wealth and luxury and being superior to others!

Cowardly people always harbor wishful thinking.

Fighting back would likely result in death under gunfire; clinging to life offers a glimmer of hope, as long as one member of the family becomes a big star, their suffering will eventually turn into happiness.

This frontline hopes to subtly influence the criminals of District Twelve through long-term propaganda, making them yearn for a chance to rise above their circumstances and achieve great things. They are enthusiastic about having children, because as long as they have food to eat, they won't starve, and if one child becomes successful, the whole family will have hope.

Although... those children will only grow up to be exploited cheap labor, the criminals will not think about that.

Qin Xiaoyao, who will be tried in three days, is the best example.

The propaganda department broadcasts her luxurious life every day throughout the streets and alleys of Luoyue City. Even her mother and best friend have been "taken out" of the high walls to live a life of luxury.

The criminals were all very envious!

Gu Deqiang was puzzled. "Since everything is under control, why not just kill the rebels? Why use public resentment to make Qin Xiaoyao a scapegoat and massacre the residents of Luoyue City?"

"Child," the old man said softly, his eyes slightly narrowed, "giving a little hope is effective, but giving too much hope becomes very dangerous. Uncontrolled hope will breed delusion."

Falling Moon City is out of control.

It must perish, but to prevent someone from summoning a demon in desperation and threatening the Federation headquarters, we need to create a scapegoat ourselves.

"Praising Qin Xiaoyao to the point of ruin is a crucial move that achieves multiple goals!"

Chapter Four: A Distorted World of Amusement to Death

Moonfall City has become increasingly difficult to manage in recent years.

Those new generation rebels are stubborn and unyielding; forcibly sending troops to annihilate them would easily cause unnecessary trouble.

After all, it is difficult for people in the modern world to completely cut off information exchange. The leader understands this very well. On the surface, the twelve districts are imprisoned and work day after day for meager wages to contribute to the thirty-nine countries. In reality, they can secretly exchange messages and communicate with each other.

It's impossible for ordinary people, and there's nothing to fear about them.

The tricky ones are those who are well-connected within the stationed troops, and even some military personnel.