Lucky billion players, you've never seen one before / I can accumulate my own luck

From that moment on, Dodd felt that the last vestige of conscience in his heart had vanished with his sister's passing.

He began to devote himself entirely to his business, hiring thugs, recruiting henchmen, and expanding his territory, while his moral compass grew weaker and weaker.

Until one day, Viscount Charles, who came from the main city, came into contact with him and asked if he could provide some special services... From that day on, his life took a huge turn.

From a rat in the gutter, it has transformed into a ferocious dog capable of committing even greater evils by relying on the power of its master.

And so, underground boxing rings were born.

And it grew bigger and bigger.

Even a small handout from the powerful and wealthy was worth many times more than all the money he had ever earned.

Besides money, he also tasted the flavor of power.

Because those powerful and wealthy individuals had already recognized him as the host of the "banquet," he had essentially become a household name.

So even though he still doesn't have the courage to inject the evolution agent and become a player, and has maintained his identity as an ordinary person, no other player dares to make a move against him for the sake of profit.

He even transformed himself into the boss of many players, driving these "superpowered individuals" to be his subordinates and henchmen.

This is partition 001.

A society where players and ordinary people are integrated.

Because of advanced technology and the formidable deterrent power of modern weapons, most players dare not use their power to gain wealth and status for themselves.

It's like having the Sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's heads, forcing players and ordinary people alike to abide by the rules and not dare to overstep them.

Meanwhile, the powerful players who could contend with modern weaponry became members of the elite and rule-makers.

Instead of slaying the dragon, they became the dragon themselves.

"Boss, tonight's show is ready."

Under warm lighting, in a luxurious European-style interior, the voice of a tall, thin man broke the soothing atmosphere.

There was a faint smell of smoke inside.

Sitting on the sofa, enjoying the soft music with his eyes closed, Dud opened them, glanced at the tall, thin man, and said in a low voice, "Don't disturb my enjoyment until this song ends."

Upon hearing this, the tall, thin man dared not say anything more and waited quietly.

A short while later, Dud got up slightly from the sofa and stretched his neck.

Seeing this, a scantily clad woman sitting next to him nervously picked up a wine bottle from the low table in front of him, trying her best to control the trembling of her hands, and filled the wine glass to one-third full.

Dudley picked up his glass, swirled it, took a sip, glanced at the tall, thin man, and said, "Go on."

"The distinguished guests have been arriving one after another, and we are just waiting for you, boss, to take the lead."

The tall, thin man replied, "In addition, Viscount Charles hopes to personally experience the event at next week's gathering. He wants you, boss, to prepare a weak demi-human player for him. The player must be good-looking, have cat ears, no items, and an evolution rate of no more than 10%."

"Listen to this, another beautiful woman is about to be murdered. These people are the scum of society, the parasites of civilization. Their demands... are getting more and more perverted."

Dodd put on a feigned expression of grief.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at the woman who had poured him the wine: "I wonder if you meet the Viscount's requirements?"

"Boss, I...I'm your little darling." The scantily clad woman gave a forced smile: "Are you...are you willing to let me go?"

"Of course I'm reluctant, I'm still excited about you."

Dud pulled the woman into his arms and chuckled, "But you'd better not bore me, or else..."

"..."

The woman trembled slightly, but quickly composed herself and put on a fawning expression.

Dudley remarked, "Viscount Charles is as wildly ambitious as ever, but quite conservative in his courage... Let's go, let's go over there, we can't keep these 'gentlemen' waiting."

After saying that, he released the woman, got up from the sofa, and left the room, led by the tall, thin man, heading to the left.

"whee……"

Suddenly, a laugh rang out.

Dud looked surprised and glanced around.

"Boss?" the tall, thin man called out in confusion.

"Did you... hear the little girl's laughter?"

Du asked uncertainly.

Upon hearing this, the skilled man subconsciously looked around, then shook his head and said, "I didn't hear that. Could the boss have misheard?"

"It might be an auditory hallucination."

Dud didn't pay much attention and continued walking forward.

He soon arrived at the private room where Viscount Charles was.

One wall of the private room was completely removed, leaving only the railing. Outside the railing was a facility resembling a gladiatorial arena, with a wide stage in the center.

Viscount Charles was standing at the edge of the railing, staring at the stage area.

Soon, several performances featuring violent aesthetics will be staged there.

“Your Excellency, I understand your request.”

Dud stepped forward with a smile and said, "Please rest assured, I will personally supervise the selection of the best candidate for you."

"Hmm, I trust you with your work," Viscount Charles said casually. "There are quite a few people here today. How's your performance coming along?"

"As usual, it will be four games."

Dudley maintained his smile and said, "Rest assured, I have carefully selected the lead actor for the grand finale. He will definitely be able to vividly portray the contrast between beauty and devastation."

"Hehe, then I'll look forward to it a little."

Viscount Charles sat down at the chair.

Dudley moved closer to him, ready to give a detailed introduction to the identity and other details of tonight's main character.

This can be seen as raising expectations in advance and enhancing the subsequent experience.

"whee……"

Just then, a burst of laughter interrupted him.

Dud subconsciously looked around the room.

Seeing that no little girl appeared in his sight, he frowned.

This is the second time...

Am I hallucinating again?

“Your Excellency,” Dudley couldn’t help but ask, “did you… hear the little girl’s laughter?”

"What little girl's laughter?"

Viscount Charles looked puzzled.

"This..." Dud suppressed his doubts and said, "Maybe I misheard."

"Time is almost up," Viscount Charles reminded him. "Get yourself ready so you don't miss your hosting duties later."

"Don't worry, I'm in good condition..."

"whee."

Dud took a step back abruptly, his face showing terror.

This is the third time I've heard it!

And this time it rang directly in my ear.

It felt as if someone was laughing right next to his ear.

But there was no one in his field of vision.

"What's wrong with you?" Viscount Charles asked, frowning.

"I..." Dud asked again, "Your Excellency really didn't hear any laughter?"

"laughter……"

Viscount Charles stood up, walked over to Dodd, and replied, "Is this how you laugh... hee hee?"

"!?"

Duds took several steps back in alarm.

He heard a clear, childlike laugh emanating from Viscount Charles's deep voice.

The stark contrast disgusted him.

The eerie scene gave him the creeps.

what happened! ?

The next second, Viscount Charles's face and body began to change.

His skin seemed to melt away, revealing the face of a young girl in Duds's field of vision.

Dud's pupils contracted as a memory surfaced in his mind.

He recognized the girl; she was one of the girls he had sent onto the stage and who had died.

He remembered that his opponent was pinned to the ground, with multiple fractures and unable to move, when his head was crushed by a single stomp.

Bang!

The girl's head exploded.

White brain matter, red blood, and various murky liquids splattered everywhere.

Dodd was splashed all over his face, and the warmth traveled through his skin.

A strange taste seemed to be flowing into my mouth.

He stood there stunned for several seconds before he reacted and started screaming, "Ah...Quick! Get me out of here!"

"There's a ghost! There's a ghost here!"

At this moment, "Hehe..."

Laughter rang out again.

Dudley looked at the tall, thin man who was acting as his bodyguard and found that the man had also changed his form at some point, turning into a "thing" that was riddled with holes, broken and tattered, barely maintaining a human shape.

This "thing" vaguely reveals some female physical characteristics, but they are not very obvious.

Because its head was broken, its torso was pitted and uneven, its arms looked as if they were hanging from its shoulders with most of the flesh missing, its thighs were just bones, and below were bloody feet with no toes... it looked like a corpse that was about to be eaten by wild beasts.

But the corpse began to move as if it were alive, approaching Dodd while crying out in a shrill voice, "It hurts...it hurts so much! Don't eat me, don't eat me..."

"Don't come here!"

Dud retreated in alarm.

They also guessed the other person's identity.

He was probably one of the people who was tortured to death by cannibalistic players on stage.

He was also indirectly responsible for their deaths.

The next second, the mangled corpse rushed in front of him and crashed into him.

In that instant, an excruciating pain struck.

He felt as if he were being devoured piece by piece, and excruciating pain emanated from every part of his body.

He suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"what……!!!"

Dud couldn't help but let out a bloodcurdling scream.

He scrambled across the floor in a flurry of activity, struggling to escape the room.

After managing to stand up, he ran straight out along the passageway, repeatedly shouting for help.

His shouts attracted a lot of people, including gamers and dignitaries.

One of the players guarding the area came over, helped Dud up, and asked with a serious expression, "Boss, what happened?"