Chapter 264: Paid Live Stream? The Pauper Doesn't Deserve to Gaze Directly at the Gods!

"Since you're already here, take a break."

Su Ming chose a prime spot, with an excellent view.

He plopped down, his posture relaxed as if he were in his own living room.

But beside him, Magu was stiff as a board, lacking that leisure.

She couldn't help being rigid.

This place is literally like throwing a little white rabbit into an Overlord T‑rex's Livestock Farm!

The air was filled with that lingering scent...

It's too overwhelming!

It's not a stench, it's an absolute crushing from a higher plane of existence.

If I had to describe it,

It's probably the instinct in low‑dimensional beings to want to kneel when facing high‑dimensional predators.

"That fox..."

Magu's breathing quickened, her chest rose and fell, and her eyes were filled with unmistakable terror.

The sense of oppression is overwhelming!

Not because the other is the strongest among the crowd, but because their specialties match—

Everyone here deals in allure and yin energy.

Opposite them is a max‑level big account.

She, on the other hand, is just a fresh blank slate out of the newbie village!

"Hmm?"

Sensing the ants' stare, the aristocratic lady in a twelve‑layer robe on the left paused slightly.

The fluffy fox head on her neck turned a bizarre 180 degrees.

Her narrow fox eyes narrowed, shimmering with rippling light.

"Sss!"

With just a glance, Magu felt her soul being sucked out.

Her knees went weak, and she was about to kneel and kowtow on the spot.

Just then,

A warm, large hand pressed heavily onto her fragrant shoulder.

Snap—!

The pressure that could have crushed her soul vanished in an instant.

"Magu, behave properly."

Su Ming's voice was low, yet steady as a mountain.

"Staring at someone while they eat is impolite."

Magu's heart trembled, she sat down and slipped next to Su Ming.

In this monster‑rampant battlefield, only by this man's side is the sole absolute safe zone!

Rumble—!

At that moment, the Prajna Ghost Gate reopened, its voice hoarse.

A few disheveled figures staggered in.

Leading them was a person clad in red‑and‑white miko attire, holding a long bow.

She was the second on the Scoreboard—

Shen Dai Qianhe!

Behind her trailed a pale‑green lantern‑bearing, cold‑aura Sakura Demon.

Along with the previously seen Liu Sheng Jian Ying and the others!

Every one of them is a top‑tier elite who clawed a bloody path through the outer‑layer meat grinder, stepping over Corpse Mountain Blood Sea.

But at this very moment,

When they saw the theater's scene, each wore a grim expression.

Da Tian Gou? Yu Zao Qian? Shuten Douji?

Did we just stab a monster nest?!

Usually these are great yokai that only exist in legends and shrines.

Now they sit together like a year‑end meeting, filling the whole room!

I have no idea if that's good or bad!

Until...

Their gaze swept to the theater's center, where a man with crossed legs and a mask sat.

His eyes grew even more complex!

This guy...

He's certainly not on the same side as them!

"Yo?"

Sensing the crowd's stare, Su Ming lifted his head.

"It's quite lively!"

For some reason, he felt a bit excited.

Like an old farmer watching his thriving leeks finally break through the soil, feeling a satisfying relief.

"Humph!"

"They've brought in a few more filthy rats."

Da Tian Gou let out a cold snort, his wine cup thudding heavily in his hand, his malice unmasked.

"The threshold for this batch is really getting lower and lower; even every stray cat and dog can get a seat at the table—what a killjoy."

"Hehe, why does Lord Chongde have to get angry?"

Yu Zao Qian covered her mouth with a coquettish laugh, casually tossing the hand that had been gnawed down to a white bone onto the ground.

"The meat is a bit tough, but the fear flavor from its struggle actually goes well with alcohol."

"Just consider it... a little appetizer before the main course."

The whole venue fell dead silent.

No one dared to object.

Even someone as proud as Liu Sheng Jian Ying could only grip his hilt tightly, bow his head, and dare not even breathe.

These guys from ancient legends...

The pressure they exert is still overwhelming!

"Huh!"

Shen Dai Qianhe took a deep breath, clenching his teeth.

Silently, he led everyone to shrink into the farthest corner of the theater.

He sat in the conspicuous C‑position opposite Su Ming, choosing a completely different style!

The contrast was crystal clear.

How on earth did he dare that?!

The air inside the theater seemed to grow ever tighter.

But Su Ming's attention was elsewhere.

He needed to see what the elders and compatriots of Dragon Country were doing at this moment!

"Eh?"

Su Ming let out a light "eh" and furrowed his brows slightly.

At this moment, the live‑stream chat was full, but the art style...

Seems a bit off, doesn't it?

The screen was filled with question marks.

And a variety of overly mother‑laden friendly greetings.

"This is way too shady! It's a money grab!"

"I've already taken off my pants and you show me this?!"

"This is outright robbery! It's the bare‑faced capitalist grin!"

"Can Dragon Country go over to Sakura Country and sort this out! I want to file a complaint!"

Su Ming raised an eyebrow slightly.

What's the matter?

Take a closer look.

"What the heck?! It can still be like this?!"

The originally globally unified live stream.

At some point, it was split by this damned Instance Mechanism!

It was divided into two channels: Outer Layer Free Zone and Inner Layer Paid Zone.

In the Outer Layer channel, the picture remained clear and was free to watch.

It played footage of unlucky souls being chased by little demons through the streets, crying out for their parents, emphasizing that all beings suffer.

While the Inner Layer channel...

Is, damn it, pay‑walled!

Want to watch immortals battling amid a gathering of Great Demons in the Inner Layer?

Sorry, please pay two Excellent‑grade items as tickets!

Pay‑per‑view live stream?!

It's really getting out of hand!

The Outer Layer cuts the lives of the survivors; the Inner Layer cuts the global audience's chives!

Want to see a Nine‑tailed Fox?

Want to see a Tengu?

Want to see how Top‑ranked Big Brother flamboyantly crushes the whole crowd?

You have to pay extra!

"The price... is set quite meticulously!"

"Two Excellent items, harmless yet just enough to hit most people's tolerance threshold."

"Small profit, high volume; conversion rate maxed out!"

"Your Majesty, why are you laughing?"

Magu, though still trembling a bit, couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

She couldn't understand why their own King could still smile so happily at this moment.

"Nothing."

Su Ming withdrew his gaze, his eyes full of amusement.

I just think that the guy who showed up now is definitely a discerning person who knows how to monetize private traffic.

Since it's a grand show, there's no reason to get in for free without buying a ticket.

He even kind of wants to go find this instance's consciousness to talk about the split.

After all, this wave of sky‑splitting traffic…

One could say that this Top-ranked Big Brother has some credit for it, right?

Just then.

Clack—!

The mechanism turned.

The sound was low and echoing, instantly overpowering all the clamor.

Everyone's eyes were instantly drawn toward it.

In the center of the previously empty, dark stage, the floor slowly cracked open.

A strangely shaped, blasphemous statue slowly rose—

It was…

A Fallen Angel statue, head severed and six wings sprouting from its back.

And in its hands, which should have been cradling a Bible to redeem the world,

now clutch tightly a massive, transparent crystal hourglass.

Within the hourglass, the flowing substance is not golden fine sand.

But rather…

Viscous, scarlet blood!

Tick—!

Tick—!

The blood‑filled sand drips from the upper chamber to the lower, each drop falling like a hammer on everyone's heartbeat.

Su Ming's pupils flickered with golden light.

Blood‑soaked characters floated into his sight.

【Time until banquet begins: 14:59】!