As the organizer said before, he didn't say anything "hypocritical" or "euphemistic."

He very bluntly told the people below the result of their failure in this game…

"'Losers,' there are two choices…" the organizer continued. "First, after the game, my subordinates will take you back to the boarding point, and then you can go back to doing whatever you were doing." He paused. "Second, you can choose to stay on the ship and accept my 'protection'…" At this point, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Whether you are facing huge debts or imprisonment outside, you don't have to worry… As long as you stay with me, I can solve all similar problems for you and guarantee that your family and friends will no longer be burdened in any way."

"But…" he changed the subject, "from now on, you will lose all the rights of being a 'person.' Your 'later life' will become my 'property,' and I can squander and use it at will according to my wishes."

His words landed with a thud, and as his voice fell, a chorus of whispers arose from the crowd below.

Greed, hesitation, impulse, unease, luck, excitement, overconfidence, and looking before and after… all kinds of emotions diffused from these "toys" under the masks, intertwined, and soared into the air.

The organizer stood high above, silently watching these people's reactions, enjoying it all…

As someone who had watched hundreds of these "shows," he could discern those people's emotions through body language and other details, even through the masks.

And he… very much enjoyed this feeling of being high above, looking down on all living beings.

Just as some people like to travel, some like to exercise, and some like to watch movies… this organizer most enjoyed watching the drama before him.

For him… material or, rather, physiological enjoyment could no longer satisfy him.

Delicacies, beautiful women, luxury houses, and famous cars… things that most people might not be able to pursue in their entire lives, he had possessed countless of since he came into this world.

Although he was still young, he was already numb to these things.

Gourmet food, fine wine, beautiful women… it wasn't that he hated these things, it's just… they could no longer "stimulate" him.

He had tried many forms of entertainment, from the lower classes to the middle-class wealthy, and then to high-ranking officials; in the end, he naturally also tried behaviors that were not tolerated by the law…

For more than a year, the organizer was also keen on "hunting humans."

The emergence of this interest was also a coincidence…

It was one day when the organizer was eighteen years old that he and several netizens he met online who had suicidal intentions embarked on a "suicide trip."

At that time, he was mixing in some "suicide websites" out of interest, and he pretended to be an ordinary high school student who was bullied at school online.

And with him on the suicide trip were two freeloaders in their thirties, a middle-aged gambler whose wife and children had left him, and a female college student who had been dumped after being kept by someone.

That morning, the organizer drove a car that he claimed to have "stolen from home," carrying these four "companions" to a mountain.

At first, the atmosphere between the people was still harmonious.

The organizer was also in a good mood, and he was very much looking forward to watching the reactions of those suicidal people before they died.

And so, at eleven o'clock in the morning, they arrived at a deserted place in the mountains.

As soon as he got out of the car, the organizer eagerly began to encourage everyone to commit suicide.

However, the gambler proposed… that he wanted to be a "satiated ghost," eating his fill before embarking on the road.

After he said this, the two freeloaders quickly agreed, and the female college student had no objection. Helpless, the organizer took out the food from the car and distributed it to these people.

But as he was eating, the gambler started to become sentimental again, saying that when he was richest, he had indulged in wine, women, wealth, and anger, and that he used to eat lobster for every meal, but now that he was about to die, he could only nibble on instant noodles here.

When he said this, the two freeloaders said… you should be content with that, at least you were once glamorous, we are both still virgins. Then they complained about their parents' lack of promise, complained about social injustice… and said that they were blind when they were reincarnated, and were born into poor families and deserved to suffer, and that there was no hope in life.

The organizer felt sick to his stomach listening to this kind of low-to-the-bone argument, and almost vomited out the snacks he had just eaten. But in order to play the role of a "suicidal person," he had to pretend to agree with these guys beside him.

Finally, it dragged on until one o'clock in the afternoon, and these people were full.

At this time, the organizer intended to incite them to set off again.

Unexpectedly… one of the two freeloaders suddenly said, "I don't want to die as a virgin," and then shamelessly proposed that the female college student go with him to the wild for a romp before dying.

Even people who want to commit suicide would not agree to this kind of request. The female college student was not easy to mess with, and immediately scolded the freeloader so badly that his face was covered in blood. Her words were extremely harsh… In short, she sprayed on the other party's appearance, ability, character, economic strength, etc., and intended to vent her resentment in her heart.

The freeloader suddenly became angry and lost his mind, and immediately pounced on the other party. He cursed in his mouth, calling her a bitch, and intended to violate her in front of everyone.

The other freeloader and gambler originally wanted to stop him, but when they saw the young body under the female college student's torn clothes… the two stopped their actions.

A primitive instinct quickly suppressed their rationality, and the two just exchanged glances and went from being bystanders… to participating.

And the organizer, who was standing aside and saw this scene… smiled after a brief silence.

This was the first time he had faced the dirtiest part of human nature so closely, and he suddenly realized… that this might be what he had been looking for—a toy that would never get boring.

…………

That day, the female college student did not die, nor was she violated.

When she looked at the three men who were holding her to the ground and let out a desperate cry…

With a "bang," the middle-aged gambler's head was cracked open.

The gushing brain matter and blood caused the woman on the ground to scream heartbreakingly, and also caused the two freeloaders to stop their violence instantly and collapse to the ground in horror.

When they came back to their senses, they found that the "weak student who had been bullied" was standing there expressionlessly, holding a blood-stained iron shovel.

This was obviously not the first time the organizer had killed someone.

For him, it was not difficult to experience the feeling of "killing people"… so he had already experienced it.

First with a gun, then with a knife, and finally with his bare hands… he had tried all kinds of killing experiences one by one according to the psychological burden of killing.

So today, he shattered the man's head very cleanly and nonchalantly.

A minute later, the freeloader who had started the violence first got up from the ground and staggered into the mountain forest; and the other… looked at the approaching organizer, his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand, and he peed his pants.

The organizer just killed him head-on, and then… turned around and came to the female college student.

"Do you want to kill the person just now?"

He smiled and put a coat on her while asking her this question.

His smile and words at that time still remained in the woman's mind.

After a moment of stunned silence and hesitation, she gave an affirmative answer…

And so, that day became the organizer's first day of "hunting."

At dusk, the two of them finally tracked down the "prey" who had been exhausted from running away and killed him under a tree only ten meters away from the highway.

After that day, the female college student returned to her life; she never told anyone about what happened that day…

And the organizer, after that, began a "hunting activity" that lasted for more than a year.

For this interest, he directly had his subordinates run a suicide website at night and pretended to be people with suicidal tendencies, constantly looking for prey for him.

During that time, he went "hunting" two or three times a week.

What the organizer found ironic was that none of these so-called "suicide trips" were "completely successful," and he had never even seen a person complete suicide.

He also saw… that people who really want to commit suicide don't need to find a group of people to go with them at all, they just do it at home; and those who are attracted by him and become his prey—have neither the courage to face life nor the courage to end their own lives.

In short, in the subsequent hunting activities, the organizer witnessed the nature of people when they were close to death again and again; the situation that occurred during the first suicide trip also happened later; of course, there were also many other bizarre situations.

Every time, the organizer could find a lot of fun. In his own words… "In addition to watching the show, I can also exercise."

About half of the "prey" he had hunted died; and the other half… survived, and from then on, they never had the thought of committing suicide again. In fact, many of the survivors had a turning point in their lives after that.

Perhaps this also shows that—when a person's attitude towards life changes, then life will also change to respond to it.

…………

In any case, after a year and three months, the hunting days ended.

Because the organizer… took "hunting" as an opportunity and came up with an even more interesting game.

When hunting, he mostly encountered people at the bottom of society; after a long time, the type of prey became singular, which inevitably caused a sense of repetition; many times, the performance of several prey gave him a strong sense of déjà vu, and their reactions to various situations were very similar.

What the organizer hates most is this lack of freshness, and he needs something new.

So, after some deliberation, the organizer came up with a model, which is the prototype of today's "show"…

Use money to gather a large group of people who are or have been in the upper middle class of society and let them compete with each other through some kind of "game"—the winner will make a comeback, and the loser will be doomed.

This kind of design will allow him to see… see the faces of those so-called "successful people" in some extreme situations.

As a result… the first event was a "great success" (in the organizer's view).

Even the organizer himself was surprised by what these "elites" did. He unexpectedly found that these people generally had a lower bottom line than the lower classes, and they also had the courage to cross the line further.

At this point, the organizer finally recognized that… organizing and watching such performances was his ultimate "entertainment."

Even if it costs a lot of money to carry out each time, he thinks it is worth it…

…………

"I think… everyone should be able to understand what I'm saying, right?" Two minutes after saying the last sentence, the organizer spoke again, "Anyone who doesn't understand can ask now."

"Excuse me…"

At this time, someone really raised his hand to ask a question.

It was a man wearing a golden crying face mask. His voice was high-pitched and bright, and very catchy; his figure was also tall and sturdy… In addition to being nearly 1.9 meters tall, he also had a body of solid muscles that were difficult to hide even when wearing a suit.

"…How do you specifically define 'squandering and using'?" The man asked a question that many people wanted to ask, "For example… if you ask me to kill someone, do I have to go?"

"Yes." The organizer replied without thinking.

This answer caused another uproar in the crowd.

"Then…" At this time, a man with a beer belly, wearing a Peking opera mask, and a deep voice raised his head and asked, "After killing someone on your order, will you guarantee the safety of the person who committed the murder for you?"

The organizer listened, smiled, and replied, "Not necessarily."

"What?" the short, fat man questioned, "What does 'not necessarily' mean?"

"Is it necessary to ask?" In the next second, Feng Bujue, who was standing in the corner, interjected before the organizer could speak, "After you shoot someone to death, do you immediately throw away the gun, or do you take the gun with you and continue to use it next time?"

His sudden question caught the short, fat man off guard: "This…"

"There's nothing to think about, the answer is 'it depends on the situation'." Feng Bujue said, "If it's convenient, take it away; if it's not convenient, throw it away."

"Hehehe…" At this moment, the organizer smiled again. He took over Jue Ge's words and said, "This gentleman is right… A 'person who has become my property' is no different from a 'thing' in my eyes, and I will not give any promises to a 'thing'."

"But… at least for us at this moment, you will still keep your promises… right?" The golden mask man asked again at this time.

"Heh… of course." At this moment, under the organizer's mask, there was a sneer on his face, "Everyone… is my 'guest'."