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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 · Urbano
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287 Chs

Avici’s Hell

Editor: Simple MTL

"This explains why he took Tom's car. It's because his car is a large off-road vehicle. The turbine's power is very strong. It's easy to pull away a big tree," the drunkard said.

All their doubts became clearer. Willie looked at the tall tree and said, "What should we do now? We should cut down a big tree to imitate the Death Inquisitor."

"No, we don't have time. Besides, we don't have the tools now. When we finish here, it will be over by the time we get back there," the drunkard refused without hesitation.

With his intelligence, he would not allow him to do useless work. Cutting down the tree now was useless work and a waste of time.

"This won't do either. We can't do anything but watch the Death inquisitor burn them to death.".

Loggins hammered his fist into the tree. This feeling of helplessness was really a pain in the ass.

However, what could they do now.

Other than sigh, what else could they do.