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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 · Urbain
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Notification of Death

Éditeur: Simple MTL

Sunderland, Barren Mountain...

Lights flickered on the mountain, and everything was silent.

The Wolf Dog in the cage was lying on the ground, panting slightly as if it had fallen asleep.

"Hehe! looking at their big and fat bodies, I'm so happy that I can't sleep."

The bearded man took a puff of the inferior-quality cigarette and said in enjoyment, "This is called a bumper harvest. We fought hard with our hands. Hehe."

"Yeah, but there are too few insects these days. There's not enough to eat."

"Should we get out of the cage early? It turns out that those few are useless."

"We need to catch a few fatter women. It won't be good if we starve our baby."

The two discussed for a while and came out of the kennel.

In the yard, the fragrance filled the air. The tattooed man was squatting on the ground and smoking.

"Old Yi, it's out of the pot!"