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Kevin stared intently at the viewer count in the corner of the live broadcast, watching as the number gradually decreased. A wave of dissatisfaction surged through his heart, as if the darkness was slowly eroding his soul. He took a deep breath, gritting his teeth to suppress his emotions.
"Don't worry, everyone. We might be close to our destination. This Escape the Backrooms is full of mysteries, and it's our first time here too," Kevin tried to maintain the atmosphere in the live broadcast, forcing a slight smile and a hint of anticipation in his voice.
At that moment, a deep and resounding roar came, as if the heavens and the earth were shattering. The deafening sound made Kevin instantly forget what he was about to say.
"Dong—"
The screen went black, and then a countdown appeared.
"Rebirth countdown: 10, 9, 8..."
At the same time, a line of text popped up: "Your character died from falling from a high place."
"What? What's going on?!" Kevin stared at the screen, almost unable to believe his eyes.
The barrage area immediately went crazy.
"Hahaha, this is too tragic!"
"Did he fall to his death? Is he trying to imitate a horror movie?"
"Master of falling from buildings, come and claim your prize!"
At that moment, the screens of both Alan and Mary also turned black.
"Rebirth countdown: 10, 9, 8..."
"Your character died from falling from a high place."
Both of them were stunned, then they looked at each other.
"Are you guys also?" Alan asked.
"Yes, I don't know what's going on either," Mary said with a wry smile.
The three of them finally returned to the starting point of the game, a simple medieval-style village. Kevin glanced at his live stream, the number of viewers was still decreasing, but the barrage area was surprisingly active.
"Haha, what is this? The Master of Falling from Buildings?"
"backroom Urban legends Turns out he fell to his death, cracked me up!"
"I'm so disappointed. I thought something terrifying was going to happen."
Kevin frowned. He didn't like the feeling of being mocked. He had been looking forward to this adventure, thinking it would be an extraordinary experience he would find in the game " Minecraft." But now, he only felt a wave of disappointment and shame.
Alan glanced at Kevin and sighed, "These people just love to watch the excitement, don't pay too much attention to them."
"No, paying attention is necessary. If we continue like this, the audience will become fewer and fewer," Kevin responded, his voice tinged with a hint of anxiety.
Mary comforted, "Kevin, maybe we can try a different approach to explore that legend."
The mockery in the barrage seems to be getting worse, with some even expressing a desire to see them fail again.
"Breakdown! Breakdown!"
"Will he die from falling again this time?"
"Haha, I'm ready with the popcorn!"
Kevin took a deep breath, he could feel his emotions gradually getting out of control, these audience were like a pack of wolves, staring at him, waiting for him to break down.
"Do you really think this is fun?" Kevin suddenly shouted in the live broadcast, "This time we will definitely find Escape the Backrooms and show you our skills!"
Kevin's voice became more and more excited, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction and pressure. His game character wielded an axe, casually chopping down trees in the village, smashing the street lamps, and even shattering the display case of a small shop.
"What is this? What's the point of this game?" Kevin's voice was filled with rage, his gaze projected through the screen as if to intimidate all the viewers.
Alan tried to stay calm. "Kevin, calm down. This won't solve anything. The audience will think you're out of control, and that's not the result we want."
Kevin continued to wreak havoc in the game as if he hadn't heard anything. He smashed the village fountain and even burned down three houses in one go.
Finally unable to hold back, Mary spoke up, "Kevin, you're going too far again. This will disappoint the audience. We need their support."
This sentence seems to have touched Kevin's bottom line. He suddenly stopped what he was doing, turned to look at Mary, and said, "Need their support? Those who only know how to mock and ridicule us? Do you think they are trustworthy?"
Mary was somewhat taken aback and said, "That's not what I meant, Kevin. I just feel that if we want to make a difference in this game, we need the audience's support, no matter how they see us."
Kevin glared at her discontentedly, "Do you think that as long as they support us, we can find a sense of belonging in this false world? Can we just ignore the problems of the real world?"
Mary began to feel impatient, "No one said games can solve all problems, but it at least provides a temporary escape for us. And by doing this, you're only making this space more chaotic and unsettling."
Kevin's eyes glowed with increasing intensity. "Escape? Do you think I need to escape?"
"No, I think we both do," Mary responded, her voice becoming more resolute.
The two of them stood still for a few seconds. Suddenly, Kevin's game character quickly drew a bow and shot arrows one after another at Mary's character. The arrows drew bright arcs in the air, each one aimed with exceptional precision.
"You stupid bitch, no one will ever love you!" Kevin's voice was filled with anger and humiliation.
Mary's face turned pale for a moment, but she immediately tightened her grip on the diamond sword in her hand and charged towards Kevin. Her game character skillfully dodged his consecutive arrows, and each time she got close, she carried an irresistible momentum.
"You dare to treat me like this, Kevin!" Mary's voice was deafening, and her sword dance became faster and faster, each strike aimed at Kevin's vital points.
The audience on the game interface watched in astonishment, completely unprepared for this live broadcast to turn into a conflict filled with resentment. Many even began to question whether this was a carefully orchestrated drama, but Kevin and Mary's actions and expressions revealed how real this emotional collision was.
Alan witnessed all of this from the side, wanting to intervene, wanting to say something to calm their anger, but found himself at a loss for words. He knew deeply how complex the emotions and repression behind all of this were. This was no longer a simple conflict in the game, but a fierce collision of two wounded souls.
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