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Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death

Jack transmigrated to a parallel world and locked on to a Judge System that provided rewards for punishing evil. Hence, an Adjudicator of Death who stood above the law was hence born. A livestream channel named Deathstream Channel hence appeared in various major livestream platforms, with a judge’s pen and a Death Notice sent to every criminal. *** [Name: Mogul] [Gender:Male:] [Age:45] [Job: CEO of Mogul Group] [Crime: Brutal killing of children] [Punishment:Decapitation] [Name:Natalie ] [Gender:Female ] [Age:33 ] [Job:Vagrant] [Crime:Abduction of women, forcing them into the prostitution of death] [Punishment:removal of limbs and reproductive organs, bleeding to death] [Name: Watton] [Gender:Male] [Age:47] [Job:Mob boss] [Crime:Gang fights, slaughtering civilians ] [Punishment: Death by a thousand cuts and skinning] All who received Death Notices were sent to the Deathstream Channel without exception, for death awaits while everyone in the world would watch as they were punished! No matter where you are or how noble a position you possess, a baptism of blood and fire awaits you once you receive the Death Notices. It is the prelude of death. Sinners—come receive your time of death!

Twenty-Eight Peanuts · Urban
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287 Chs

Punishment in the Game

Editor: Simple MTL

"Hehe! You're really stupid. You could have easily cracked it, but your stupidity made you make the wrong decision. You just make one wrong step, and you can only end up dying."

In the darkness, Jack's voice was like a devil from hell.

"You're lying. It's impossible. This is a bug. It's impossible to take out the key alive," Peter roared.

Peter glanced at the timer. It had been six minutes.

"Ah, ah, ah, what should I do? Who can tell me?"

Peter was like an ant on a hot pot. Through the transparent glass cover, he was only one step away from the key. Life and death were separated by about ten centimeters of thick sulfuric acid.

Ah, ah, ah!

Who can tell me what I should do?

He tore his hair crazily, as if he had fallen into the realm of madness.

Could he be like Adonis, sticking his face into the sulfuric acid and trying again?

No, he couldn't.