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Rabbit: Ah yes, fear points, the only few things that can get Fu Yan excited LOOL! And yup, here comes the gore-ish part, hope you guys can endure the brain scooping! TBH I was shocked at first too, didn't expect that to happen at all hahahhah
Just as the livestream chat was blazing with debate, the situation in front of Fu Yan was equally chaotic.
"Xiao'Yan, come to Mom. That thing is dead, and he'll hurt you!"
"Xiao'Yan, don't believe a word she says. She's the one who's dead! Dad will protect you."
The pair kept throwing accusations at each other, both attempting to make Fu Yan believe their side of the story.
Fu Yan's head throbbed with annoyance from their screaming. He tapped both of them, trying to put a stop to the noise.
But the couple was too lost in the heat of the moment, completely ignoring Fu Yan's intervention.
As a fellow NPC, I intended to get along well with you guys, but you just won't shut up, Fu Yan thought.
Fu Yan raised his foot and slammed a solid kick into the bedroom door.
Just as the couple's shouting match reached its peak, a deafening Bang! exploded beside them.
Startled out of their minds, the couple whipped their heads around to find the bedroom door violently split in two.
Their eyes darted instinctively to the culprit, Fu Yan, who stood with his arms crossed and an utterly deadpan expression.
"How about you two just fight it out?"
His dry suggestion left both the couple and the livestream audience speechless.
[Am I... am I hearing things? Did he seriously just tell horror game NPCs to fight each other?!]
[This newbie must've lost his mind! Starting a fight between NPCs? Does he have a death wish?!]
[Um... am I the only one who thought that kick to the door was actually pretty badass?]
[It was a gutsy move, but it doesn't make up for his baffling, mindless actions.]
Meanwhile, two notification chimes rang out in Fu Yan's mind.
[Ding! Fear Points +5]
[Ding! Fear Points +5]
Fu Yan checked his Fear Points balance; the total now stood at 149.
Those ten Fear Points had been gained the moment he kicked the door.
Who knew that intimidating the NPCs here would earn him Fear Points?
A whole new world of possibilities opened up in an instant.
Fu Yan's cold indifference melted into pure joy, and he looked at the couple with barely concealed excitement.
The couple felt their skin crawl under his burning stare and both took a synchronized half-step backward.
[He is grinning like a literal maniac.]
[Did the ghosts seriously just step back in self-defense?]
The viewer count swelled to thirty thousand, all of whom were utterly baffled by Fu Yan. One moment he was too cowardly to speak; the next, he was ruthlessly unhinged. What on earth was this rookie's game plan?
His game plan?
Well, farming Fear Points, of course.
With the Instance Dungeon's storyline wrapped up, it was finally time for him to take control and win.
"Hope you two hash this out before I return."
Pulling out the fruit knife, he pressed it into the man's hand and strolled toward the kitchen.
The man stood there holding the knife, his face a portrait of pure bewilderment as he wondered why this guy wasn't following the expected routine at all.
In the kitchen, the little boy huddled in the corner, hugging his knees and staring in sheer terror at the kitchen knife on the cutting board.
The moment he spotted Fu Yan, he lunged over, clutching his arm and shivering in fear.
"Big bro, what's going on with Mom and Dad?"
Patting the little boy's head, Fu Yan revealed a smile of absolute malice.
"They're both dead, and now it's your turn."
Without giving the boy a second to process the words, he snatched the kitchen knife from the cutting board and sliced the top of his skull clean off with a single vicious chop.
Blood erupted in a geyser, instantly drenching the boy's face. His skull cap clattered to the floor, leaving his brain entirely exposed to the air, the gray matter visibly pulsing in a scene of absolute gore.
The livestream chat was jolted by the unexpected bloodbath. Viewers with weaker stomachs immediately felt sick.
[Ahhhhh! Holy crap! What the hell is he doing?!]
[Why in God's name did he just hack that little boy to death?!]
[Please, stream, have a heart and stop giving us close-ups of the brain! I'm never eating pig brains again for the rest of my life.]
[Who the hell called him a coward?! He's clearly a raging lunatic, blegh!]
[Guilty as charged—that was me. Sorry, I'm currently busy vomiting.]
[The "non-human" refers specifically to the NPC who died in the backstory, not just any random NPC. Killing an NPC for absolutely no reason is pure suicide. This guy is such an idiot. To think he'll do anything just for clout and views.]
Having typed his piece, Chen Sheng casually tossed his phone aside.
Watching a stream from a rookie like this was nothing but a colossal waste of his precious time.
Meanwhile, a continuous barrage of system alerts rang out in Fu Yan's mind, notifying him that he had gained a whopping 50 Fear Points, along with a series of smaller notifications reading "+0.5 Fear Points."
The continuous melodic chiming of the system alerts made Fu Yan feel incredibly satisfied. In just a few short seconds, he had raked in 106 Fear Points.
Half of that haul came directly from the little boy, while the remainder was undoubtedly contributed by the traumatized livestream viewers.
Wait, were the viewers actually easier to frighten than the horror NPCs?
Fu Yan rubbed his chin in quiet contemplation.
Still clinging to "life," the boy looked at Fu Yan in terror, coughing up mouthfuls of crimson.
"Why... why? Big bro..."
"Drop the act. You've been dead this whole time."
Fu Yan ripped away the boy's scarf, revealing a gruesome ring of stitches encircling his neck.
The threadwork was fine and densely woven all the way around.
It was painfully obvious that the boy's neck had been completely severed, only to be sewn back together by someone.
A person who had sustained that kind of fatal injury couldn't possibly still be alive.
The little boy gasped out,
"How... long have you... known...?"
Fu Yan was technically a horror NPC too, meaning he was cut from the same cloth as the ghosts here.
Because of this, he could easily distinguish the living from the dead, including whether an Instance Dungeon NPC was a ghost.
He had known the instant the boy stepped through the door.
But he couldn't tell the truth; showing off his built-in cheat would be way too much of a humblebrag. He didn't want the viewers dying of rage.
"Anyone with half a brain could tell," Fu Yan casually deflected with the simplest excuse. "It's insanely hot here. Wearing a padded jacket and a scarf is a dead giveaway that you aren't human."
The chat instantly lit up with realization.
[So the little boy was the "Non-Human" all along! I totally thought he was one of the good guys!]
[Oh right! Earlier, when the mom was wiping his sweat, she told him to turn on the AC.]
[That means the woman knew the boy was dead this whole time. She might even be the one who sewed his neck back on.]
[Holy crap! The rookie is actually kind of a genius!]
[I feel personally attacked by that "anyone with half a brain" comment, but whatever.]
[So if he kills the husband next, the dungeon is cleared, right?]
[Hold up... what the hell is Fu Yan doing?!]
A collective gasp echoed through the viewers.
[Please tell me my eyes are broken. Is he... scooping out the kid's brain?! Blergh!]
[The boy might be non-human, but he's still twitching! Scooping out his brain while he's alive is so barbaric! He's literally still struggling!]
[Is this guy an actual psychopath?!]
[Which fragile little snowflake is trying to take the moral high ground here?]
[NPCs don't give a damn about being cruel when they eat us alive.]
[It's usually ghosts eating people. First time seeing a player turn the tables. My stomach is churning, but mentally this is so gratifying.]
[He missed a spot on the edge. I just want to reach in and scrape it off for him.]
[Thanks a lot. Now I can't unsee it. This is torture for my OCPD.]
[Stop talking about it. I'm throwing up again, ugh...]
The psychological well-being of the audience was of zero concern to Fu Yan.
He held the kid's neck firmly and enthusiastically scooped out the brain.
Every single scoop earned him an easy 10 Fear Points, immensely satisfying his greed.
Unfortunately, on the fifth scoop, the boy couldn't hold on any longer and croaked.
Fu Yan sighed in disappointment, concluding that his spoon must have been too big.