The male supporting character was actually myself.

"So... according to you, we've all been harmed by the distorted history?" Liu Yihong's lips twitched, unable to force a smile, and even his voice changed tone.

Despite being labeled a celebrity, they are constantly looked down upon and slighted. Even after being scheduled for a reality show, they are locked in a dark cell for three days to be oppressed and have their edges smoothed out.

All the unfair treatment stemmed from their status as criminals.

I finally accepted being treated as inferior from childhood, but now some people say that I am not a criminal, and that my ancestors were not only not war criminals, but also royal family members who assisted the Holy Heavenly King!

It felt like something inside him had collapsed, and Liu Yihong felt very uncomfortable.

A mix of emotions—resentment, anger, and despair—surged within him, causing him to tremble slightly. "Really? Does Falling Moon City have evidence?"

"Of course there is, otherwise why would the Federation be in such a hurry to pronounce judgment on Falling Moon City?" Qin Xiaoyao's mother's smiling face flashed before her eyes again, and she sneered with a heavy pain in her chest: "Every time the program team introduces me as representing Falling Moon City in a grand manner, and then what?"

"They drugged my food, making me appear like a madman on camera, embodying the labels they've attached to 'criminals'—cold-blooded, violent, and despicable—like irredeemable trash, allowing the audience to vent their negative emotions, so they can use this opportunity to judge me, to judge Falling Moon City, and to conceal the true historical truth!"

Everyone fell silent.

Many people initially jumped out with rebuttal comments, but they were quickly blocked by Rongtuanzi.

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With a flurry of activity, Little White quickly pinned several high-definition photos of a "graveyard excavation site" fabricated by its host to the top of the comments section.

"It's quite adept for a demon to do these things," Jiang Chen sighed, looking at the incredibly realistic "evidence." "We need to find some time to persuade the angel lady to help us set things up, since we need a pretext to overthrow the Alliance's rule."

"Uniting the resistance forces of District Twelve, and building a harmonious world with the help of angels and demons—isn't that much more fun than destroying the world?"

Fluffy dumpling: ⊙(?◇?)？

As expected of the host I personally selected, look at this level of ideological awareness, this extraordinary and compassionate mindset! The damned script team should come and attend a lecture to reconstruct their values ​​and receive ideological education!

Pictures don't lie; the viewership of the reality show has skyrocketed to 60% and is still rising.

All comments questioning the photoshopping were blocked. After a while, someone cautiously posted a comment: "Judging from the angle, it looks like it was taken by the military. Who released it?"

"It's strange that the game center didn't control the comments or delete the pictures."

"Have you guys noticed that today's reality show seems a bit different from usual? There's no one to host the segments, sometimes the time is very tight, and sometimes it's very relaxed. It feels like... no one is in control."

"The professional actors had very little presence, but this shows that there was probably no script."

"I'm so worried that Qin Xiaoyao will be silenced..."

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"As expected, this is a long-planned counterattack." The leader stared at the big screen with increasingly sharp eyes.

Those photos are extremely similar to historical documents in the Federation's most classified library. Whether they are real or forged, the enemy is after us!

He wanted to use the trial of Qin Xiaoyao to take over Luoyue City and further advance his political career.

However, the opponent intended to use this opportunity to their advantage, causing Qin Xiaoyao to reveal the truth on camera and create chaos.

"Naive child, whoever did it is too childish." For a moment, the head of state even had his son's face flash through his mind. If it were Deqiang, he might actually have used such a straightforward method.

The other party was being too naive; an ancient tomb could easily disappear from the world.

Even if we take a step back and find evidence that can overturn historical conclusions, so what?

How could thirty-nine countries possibly give up such easily obtained benefits? When faced with interests, the truth is irrelevant.

With technology developed to this point, he wouldn't care about massacring the entire Twelve Districts. If it weren't for the need to find a good excuse to save face, he would have done it long ago.

When faced with self-interest, no one will allow that rabble without advanced weaponry to stand up.

The most urgent task is to find the opponent and eliminate the security risks immediately!

"Let's go, the zombies have entered the Qian mansion, we have to go and join in the fun." Following Mr. Devil's instructions, Qin Xiaoyao finished telling everyone the bombshell news she didn't even know, picked up her axe and led the team across the large square and up the high steps, arriving at the tightly closed gate of the Qian mansion and pushing it open.

Seeing this, Zeng Hao quickly stopped him, "Should we just go in? What if we encounter zombies? With their fighting power, even if all of us combined we couldn't beat them!"

“But there are no other clues outside, and there’s no other way but to go in.” Wang He shook his head and said, “The tools and methods to subdue zombies must be in the Qian residence.”

"We could consider jumping over the wall to get in; it's more discreet than going through the main gate."

Listening to their excited discussion about whether to go through the main gate or climb over the wall, Qin Xiaoyao said helplessly, "The main gate is tightly closed. How do you think the zombies got in? Wouldn't it be easier for us to fight them if we just climbed over the wall?"

Chapter Eleven found something even more fun.

The thought of that terrifying face they had just seen in the water sent chills down their spines.

"Xiao Yao is right, let's go through the main entrance." Wang He stepped forward to help and pushed a door open a crack when suddenly a pale face peeked out from the gap.

It was so sudden that Qin Xiaoyao almost swung her axe, but fortunately Jiang Chen, who was prepared, restrained her.

Her heart pounded a few times, but she managed to hold back from screaming.

Am I inferior? !

Wang He was also shocked and took two steps back. Fang Fei screamed and her legs went weak, almost kneeling down.

In contrast, Sun Dieqi, who had read the script in advance, was very calm. She knew that there were other extras in the Qian family mansion, which was the main venue, but she didn't dare to say anything because she couldn't reveal it.

The remaining two male actors, standing further back, experienced a sharp decrease in critical hit damage.

Even so, they all gasped in surprise.

The pale face, grim, swept over them and snapped, "What are you doing here?"

“They’re alive, don’t be afraid,” Liu Yihong whispered to comfort the two actresses.

The other person immediately became displeased upon hearing this, raising their voice slightly as they coldly snorted, "What kind of talk is this? Are you not alive, or have you risen from the dead? Look at your disheveled appearance, are you refugees who have fled here?"

We have a joyous occasion in our household—our eldest son is marrying his wife tomorrow. We're short-staffed, so could you please lend a hand?

If you do a good job, in addition to clean clothes and food, you'll also be given some money for travel expenses.

This explanation was clearly part of the plot, giving the group a legitimate excuse to enter the Qian residence and search for clues.

Knowing they were just extras, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In this eerie and terrifying environment, with vengeful ghosts in front and zombies behind, the knowledge that there were other living people gave him an inexplicable sense of security. A group of people together was always stronger than six, especially since dealing with terrifying zombies might require a human wave tactic; Wang He, the most experienced among them, secretly rejoiced.

The more people there are, the harder it is to control the situation. The production team must be constantly adjusting the difficulty of the reality show. Otherwise, if the zombies really wreak havoc and cause too many deaths, the game designers will have a hard time explaining themselves.

If the ratings go up, the attention will naturally be high. If a reality show loses a lot of extras, which professional actor would dare to participate in other reality shows designed by Qiao Yi?

As long as the number of casualties is controlled, I should be able to escape this disaster thanks to my rich experience and superior physical fitness!

"The steward should know Peach Blossom Town very well. There's an unmarked tomb in the mass grave outside the town. Do you know what's going on?" Wang He seized the opportunity while the other party introduced himself and led them to change into clean clothes to ask more questions.

In reality shows, extras are like NPCs in games. They all have their own scripts, and some know certain clues. You have to listen and ask questions to avoid missing key information.

The steward clearly didn't know anything about unmarked tombs. He turned to look at the group and reminded them, "I don't know about those things you're asking about, but there are very strict rules in our Qian family."

He pointed towards the dark courtyard behind him and emphasized, "You're just doing odd jobs. You need to help with the setup, but under no circumstances should you step into the courtyard of the ancestral hall. Only the proper masters of the Qian family are qualified to enter the ancestral hall."

The eldest son's wedding will also be held in the ancestral hall. You lowly refugees are not even qualified to step into the courtyard.

If you break the rules and get caught, you'll be beaten to death with sticks!

"Isn't that a clear reminder to let them go to the ancestral hall to look for clues?" The fluffy ball yawned, held its host's wings, and tiptoed to peek into the dimly lit backyard. "Host, let me help you scout the way first."

The three men and three women were separated and taken into two servants' rooms to change clothes, and the live stream view was automatically temporarily muted.

"The production team is being too polite. Is there anything that our esteemed VIPs can't watch?"

"Sigh, doesn't the production team ever consider adding a super VIP recharge channel?"

"Protecting actors' privacy is the most basic respect. I suggest that those who are blindly eager to watch Category III films should watch them."

"There's all sorts of trash online. Even changing clothes on a reality show attracts a swarm of flies. It's disgusting!"

"Just a wild guess—the nameless tomb contains a zombie, and it's highly likely that it has a grudge against the Qian family."

"All I want to know is where the zombies are hiding. With so many extras, I hope one or two of them won't get bitten by a zombie?"

"According to some reality show settings, people bitten by zombies will also turn into zombies. Is this some kind of massacre show?"

"Really? So many extras staging a massacre? Those are actors, not criminals. If too many people die, no one will dare to participate in the shows designed by Qiao Yi in the future, right?"

"I heard that some actors are forced to participate, and there are supposedly huge compensation payments. Extras with incurable diseases will accept the role, sacrificing their lives to contribute to the show's traffic and ratings, and they can also leave a large sum of money for their families."

"The Federal Headquarters can't be this shameless, can it?"

"Shh, be careful what you say..."

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Normally, comments during live streams are filtered and monitored by AI, and many comments are blocked. Today, viewers were surprised to find that they could speak freely, and some sensitive remarks quickly surfaced, drawing a cold look from the leader.

"We definitely can't let them eat too much." He swiped his right hand across the screen and sent a message to his assistant, "Initiate the clean internet operation."

The assistant, busy organizing documents, sighed upon receiving the message, "Another internet cleanup? Last time, the massive crackdown on many websites caused public outrage and created a lot of trouble. This time, they're sure to find a few unlucky scapegoats to take the blame..."

She temporarily stopped what she was doing, took out a portable hard drive from a high-security safe, connected it to her computer, and started the software.

The large screen quickly filtered out some inappropriate comments from the internet, and then swiftly identified the target accounts that posted them, storing them in a unified processing program.

The assistant only needs to send the screening information to the relevant department staff, who will then further verify the online statements based on their specific circumstances.

The mildest form of account suspension;

For those with slightly more serious offenses, find a pretext to detain them for a few days;

More intensive education will be implemented until inflammatory statements cease; as for those with ulterior motives, they can simply disappear.

The federal headquarters directly controls the military, so its operational capabilities are naturally impressive.

Soon, the highest-level hospitals in the federal government were overflowing, organ banks storing healthy kidneys were replenished with large quantities, and even blood banks for various blood types were much fuller...

"Humanity is truly beyond redemption." The angel stood barefoot beside the angel statue on the highest floor of the luxurious hospital, her beautiful face enveloped in holy light. A hint of pity appeared on her face as she sighed, "Everyone prays for the angel's blessing, so... I will not be stingy with my gifts. Starting today, I will grant you many, many wishes."

In the operating room, the vice president personally performed the procedure and successfully removed the heart from a "prisoner." Holding the healthy, beating heart, he said with a face full of joy, "May the angels bless us, and may our organ bank have more healthy and beautiful hearts like this."

It's important to understand that no matter how advanced technology becomes, it's still impossible to cultivate organs, and matching is too demanding.

The more inventory we have, the more options we have, and the more people we can save in the future…

Andrea stood beside him with her wings drooping, a faint smile appearing on her face as she heard the excited prayer. "Since you are so great and devout, then I will grant your wish."

She gently tapped the vice president with her right index finger, and the overweight man in his fifties felt extremely comfortable all over his body; even his heart began to pound strongly.