The things they enjoyed watching were what ordinary people found detestable.
It’s worth mentioning that during these rounds, the expectation values over everyone else’s heads had not changed.
Wen Xishu thought to himself... How ruthless.
This person must be guarded against.
How ruthless. Is this really necessary? Killing a thousand enemies at the cost of a twelve hundred self-inflicted wounds?
If something happens later and I really have to perform some disgusting acts... can I actually go through with it?
The fool isn’t stupid, but he’s a pervert! Wen Xishu had to admit, this storytelling session was truly full of hidden talents.
The eighth person, the last one, was the bald spider man.
The bald spider man was actually serving a sentence in prison.
"He asked me if I wanted to change my fate, which is the masked person you’re talking about."
The bald man indeed experienced this scenario, but it was in prison.
He said:
"In my circles, I was nicknamed Black Spider. Because I liked using explosives, have any of you ever blown up a bank vault? It’s exhilarating!"
"Have you ever seen a mountain of cash?"
The expectation value didn’t change much... it only increased by about ten points.
Compared to the others, the bald man’s sentence was undoubtedly the most severe.
But this story isn’t about who’s worse, or whose crime is more serious...
It’s about who is more evil.
The level of evil behavior and the severity of the crime don’t necessarily equate.
So the bald man paused, then quickly changed his strategy:
"Once, a madman ordered us to commit a robbery. Six people... Each with a different role, he ordered E to kill F, D to kill E, C to kill D, and B to kill C."
"In the end, he tried to kill me, but I didn’t let him succeed. I turned the tables and killed him! I took all the money myself!"
This time, the audience’s expectation value finally normalized, reaching over a hundred.
Because there was something to look forward to.
They anticipated seeing the bald spider man, seeing his former "robber colleagues."
[Oh oh oh, this is interesting, I’ve seen this in movies, I didn’t expect it to be real!]
[If he sees his colleagues resurrected, will he make the same choices?]
[Anyway, it’s more interesting than that thief-brow man...]
[I’ll watch this.]
Expectation value: 105.
So far, all eight people had finished telling their stories.
Wen Xishu had also figured out the expectation value rankings.
First place, the brat, 266 points.
Second place, the chef, 264 points.
Third place, the snake-tongued woman, 199 points.
Fourth place, the lecturer man, 196 points.
Fifth place, Wen Xishu, 160 points.
Sixth place, the bald man, 105 points.
Seventh place, the fool, 98 points.
Eighth place, the thief-brow man, 2 points.
Wen Xishu was in an absolutely safe position.
At this moment, the eight knights behind him also began to disperse slowly.
They left like executioners leaving a scene, and as soon as they walked away, everyone felt the shackles on their bodies disappear...
Everyone could move freely again, regaining control of their bodies.
But this situation didn’t last long.
Eight statues approached the eight people again, but this time, these statues were no longer knights, but looked like servants.
"Congratulations to everyone on finishing the first round of stories. Next, you will enter the story re-enactment scene."
"I believe those of you who observe bullet comments closely already know that your stories will descend into reality~"
"Those people from your stories who were bullied by you... they will all come back~"
"There will be no scores for this round, and no additional rules will be applied. From the second round of stories, additional rules will be generated. However, based on everyone’s stories, the audience has already started to change."
"But first, you must survive the first round~"
"Next, the servants will guide each of you to your rooms, where you will experience the scenarios from your stories. We look forward to your brilliant performances."
"We hope to hear eight stories in the second round as well~"
[Currently no additional rules, current audience abnormal value remains unchanged.]
This piece of information flashed through Wen Xishu’s mind. No doubt, it was another piece of information.
Abnormal value...
No doubt, the more abnormal the audience is, the harder it will be for normal stimulation to bring them pleasure.
"That person suspected of being the masked man said that based on the stories, the audience has already started to change... Are they saying the abnormal value has started to change?"
Wen Xishu instinctively looked toward the chef man.
Sure enough, the chef furrowed his brows.
Because among all the stories, the most abnormal was still the chef’s. So the chef received this prompt.
[Currently no additional rules, current audience abnormal value: +15%.]
Though Wen Xishu couldn’t see it, he speculated... the chef’s audience abnormal value might have changed.
This meant that the chef’s next story had to be even more abnormal.
"If my guess is correct... the scale of the stories must be controlled. Otherwise, if the audience becomes ’abnormal,’ we must tell stories that are even more grotesque and curious to satisfy them, which will also make them more abnormal, leading the next story to be more grotesque and curious, resulting in a vicious cycle."
"Filtering the audience... might be an important step in the next phase. This could depend on the accident segment and the way the story is told."
The servant led Wen Xishu towards a house on the right side of the castle hall.
Others followed their respective servants.
Soon, a door opened.
"Please... come in..." The servant said weakly.
Wen Xishu quickly went inside.
[Here we go! Finally!]
[Oh oh oh, I want to see how you persuade them!]
[Hurry, start your performance!]
[Convincing someone to give up billions in inheritance, this isn’t just any grudge, hope this guy doesn’t die in this room!]
At the same time, over at the thief-brow man’s side, he let out a cry of surprise.
On the snake-tongued woman’s side, she licked her lips with her tongue and let out a moan.
Meanwhile, the lecturer man sat calmly in his chair, with a composed expression.
The accidents had started, but the way some of them progressed didn’t go as the audience expected.
For example, on Wen Xishu’s side.
"Hey, An Jincheng, we meet again."
Contrary to what the bullet comments expected, Wen Xishu seemed unafraid, greeting An Jincheng.
[It’s really the young master of the An Family! Damn, I’ve heard of this guy, he was said to have been kidnapped!]
[Wait, something’s off about the atmosphere!]
[Damn, this billionaire is now dressed in rags, why is he smiling at this guy?]
The atmosphere was indeed off.
Because An Jincheng was somewhat dazed, and then his daze gradually turned into surprise:
"Wen Xishu! My god, I was just wondering where the hell we are! Did we suddenly end up here? Is this your doing?"
"You really... are impressive!"
Wen Xishu still wasn’t sure which "version" of An Jincheng this was.
He smiled and said:
"Come on, while others are dealing with their accidents, let’s have a good talk about what’s happened recently."