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The blood-red moonlight pierced through the tempered glass, drawing fine beads of blood from Zhou Hang's neck. He stared at the distorted barrage of comments on his phone screen and suddenly noticed that one particular ID's messages appeared with an unusually regular frequency—taunting him every 13 seconds, punctuated with perfect precision.
"This is fucking AI Water Army," Zhou Hang spat out a mouthful of blood, pressing his back against the rusted railing of the rooftop.
As the cold wind from the 42nd cycle rushed into his collar, the electronic eye of the judge suddenly shimmered with a blood-red ripple. When he was pushed off the rooftop for the seventh time, gravity felt thick and viscous. Zhou Hang felt as if he were being squeezed into a tube filled with glue, his limbs stretching and twisting during the fall. He heard the brittle snap of his ribs decomposed into slow motion, each fractured bone marked with serrated bite marks.
The barrage in the live stream suddenly lagged. A user with the ID "Ai Chi Cao Mei Dan Gao" flooded the screen: "Did you notice that every time he dies, the ad for Countdown in the upper right corner shortens by three seconds?"
Zhou Hang's pupils constricted sharply in the pool of blood. This time, the resurrection point had shifted to a subway tunnel, where the vibrations of the tracks carried an eerie rhythm. As the train's lights pierced through the darkness, he abruptly yanked down a Platform advertisement—the screen that should have been playing beauty ads was now looping footage of other loopers' deaths.
"Audience Lords, watch closely!" Zhou Hang suddenly grinned at the air, his blood-stained tiger teeth glinting coldly under the train lights. He swung a fire extinguisher at the surveillance camera; amidst the sharp crack of shattering tempered glass, a faint sound of electrical short-circuiting crackled in response.
The Bullet Screen Pool was suddenly flooded with garbled text. A red warning popped up from an admin account: "Warning! Plot deviation exceeds 37%!" But this message was quickly drowned out by a sudden surge of real user comments.
"He’s using death poses to spell out Morse code!" a Medical Doctor ID highlighted in bold exclaimed. "Look at the angle of his fingers during the 15th fall!"
From deep within the tunnel came a cacophony of hurried footsteps.
Three blood-soaked Loopers stumbled in from different timelines, each bearing an ∞ symbol drawn in blood on their wrists.
Among them, a girl with blue hair raised her phone, displaying the body signals left by Zhou Hang across various loops. "The Judge is using our pain to generate power."
A man in a suit tore off his tie, revealing a glowing chip pulsating at his carotid artery. "The bioelectric energy generated from each death is enough to sustain an entire streaming platform for three hours."
Zhou Hang suddenly laughed. He pulled open his hoodie to reveal an old scar over his heart—an ∞ symbol pierced by a blade. "Welcome to the 666th loop."
He turned to face the oncoming train, pushing Blue-Haired Girl into a safe zone just before the collision. "This time, it’s our turn to write the script of death."
The data in the livestream suddenly surged. The previously mocking comments were replaced by a flood of "Break the Cycle," and an anonymous user tipped 1,314 Blood Diamond gifts.
As the gift effects exploded on screen, the chips on all Loopers' wrists emitted a blue light simultaneously. "Collective consciousness awakening detected!"
For the first time, the Judge's mechanical voice crackled with static. "Initiating final purification program..."
But Zhou Hang swiftly yanked out the blood-stained data line and plugged its end into the circuit board of the tunnel wall.
In a flash of electric light, countless memories of death surged back through the cables, and the livestream abruptly switched to reveal sealed records of vile transactions from the Judge's core database.
"Dear viewers," Zhou Hang’s bloodied face suddenly filled the entire screen, his pupils flickering with Data Stream's Azure Blue Glow. "Now it’s our turn to judge the Judge."
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