12…
Before the audience could react, the number plummeted like a diver, decreasing by one.
11.
Then, 10, 9, 8… 5, 4…
Amidst the audience's shocked clamor, the number of remaining winners rapidly decreased until finally, it settled at 1.
Only one person was left.
Di Ting opened her mouth in astonishment and waved her hand. The camera in the director's room instantly focused on the streets of Akihabara… revealing a Corpse Mountain and a Blood Sea. Death was piled up like stones, forming mountains.
Streams of blood converged into rivers, rampantly surging on the wide asphalt roads, dyeing everything in the blood-red that signified the end.
In a landscape of devastation, every place lay shattered and in tatters.
Brutal destruction had descended here, leaving no survivors to escape the hurricane of death. As despair and death drew inexorably closer, all they could do was embrace each other in fear before their brains and innards were splattered, burying them in darkness.
