A New Character Every Month

As of now, he has not experienced any discomfort in his body.

"If there is no price..."

Bowen's heart beat wildly, and a gleam called desire bloomed in his eyes.

"Then I can dominate anyone's life, even the 11 superheroes are no match for me with a pen, I am the real superhero..."

"No, what a superhero."

"God, I am God!"

Bowen was ecstatic in his heart, and laughed out loud almost losing his mind.

After a few minutes, I finally calmed down my excitement and began to think carefully.

The Death Note can easily take the lives of others, but there are some rules in it that need to be tested again.

"The person who can see the test results the fastest and most intuitively..."

Bowen turned on the desktop computer, boarded the world's largest live broadcast platform, and entered a live broadcast room of an anchor he hated.

In the live broadcast room, the bullet chats in the chat box were scrolling rapidly. Just from these overwhelming bullet chats and the virtual gifts next to them that did not show signs of stopping, one could tell how popular it was.

At this time, the anchor named Senior was enjoying delicious food alone at home, making exaggerated expressions and movements from time to time, and interacting with netizens watching the live broadcast.

"Senior! Your days are over!"

Bowen looked at Senior in the live broadcast, showing deep disgust on his face, and then turned to a sneer.

The main content of Senior's live broadcast is outdoor magic. Usually, he often goes to the street to find beautiful women to do some magic tricks, which is actually a cheap live broadcast content.

And this person's mouth is extremely smelly, and he often shoots some map guns.

But because of its maverick style, it is supported by a large number of diehard fans, and its popularity is enough to rank in the top ten.

What Bowen dislikes most about Senior is that he was exposed to have participated in many bullying classmates during school, and even caused one of them to commit suicide.

It's a pity that after the incident was exposed, except for the fact that more people scolded him at the beginning, not only did he not suffer any influence, but his popularity even increased.

Moreover, Senior is also the only one who uses his real name among the anchors Bowen hates.

"The time is now 21:05."

Bowen glanced at the time, opened the Death Note, and wrote down the name "Senior Eddie" and the details of the death on the first page: "I was stuck in the trachea by food at 21:10 today..."

After confirming that it was correct, he put down his pen and stared at the live broadcast screen.

After a few minutes.

"Haha, friends, watch me swallow this big meatball in one gulp."

Senior picked up a meatball slightly smaller than an egg with a fork, and said to his mouth: "Don't stop the gift! My dearest friends!"

Immediately, the meatball entered his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

He just wanted to show a smile on his face, but it suddenly turned into panic, and then put his hands on his throat with an uncomfortable expression, and opened his mouth speechless.

The original barrage of demons dancing wildly changed its style instantly.

"What's wrong with the anchor, choking?"

"Prank again, enough, can you come up with something new?"

"Although this is a prank, I really hope that scum like you will be choked to death!"

"Stop playing, I gave you such a big gift, you haven't thanked me yet..."

Although a few concerned remarks flashed in the barrage from time to time, most of them thought it was a prank.

"Ah~"

Senior's face was livid, and he reached out to pick up the water glass next to him, trying to drink water to swallow the meatball stuck in his throat, but found that there was no water.

between panic.

He quickly got up to drink water.

But it seemed that because he kept one position for too long, his feet went numb the moment he got up, causing him to sit down suddenly.

Immediately, he could only hear the crisp sound of the expensive ergonomic chair under him, and the support and lifting air rod pierced the seat cushion and entered his body.

Suddenly, an indescribable distorted expression appeared on Senior's face.

Life is better than death.

As if suffering extreme pain.

Being unable to breathe, he was hit hard again, and he no longer had the strength to stand up again.

At this time, netizens who watched the live broadcast also noticed the abnormality, and they spoke in the barrage one after another, either happy to hear or see, or worried to remind.

2 minute later.

Senior's head suddenly fell back, his body remained motionless.

Faced with this situation, the frantically flickering barrage paused for a moment, and then more barrages flashed by.

"Is he really dead?"

"I don't believe he just died like this. It must be a prank, but I admit that he did it realistically this time."

"If it's true, I hope it's false, and if it's false, I hope it's true."

"I'm a doctor. What I want to say is that without the blessing of makeup, even a movie star cannot have this kind of effect on a living person."

"Really dead?"

More and more people are finding out that something is wrong, this is not a prank, they have witnessed the death of a person.

"success!"

Bowen, who was staring at the live broadcast screen, looked down at the two lines written on the notebook, with a look of ecstasy on his face.

The trachea was stuck, the back court was stabbed, and finally he died because he could not breathe.

All fulfilled.

Bowen looked up again, and found that the live broadcast had been disconnected by the super tube.

However, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room not only did not decrease, but continued to increase, and they were divided into two factions, discussing whether this was a prank.

Bowen watched the barrage, and a strange pleasure kept emerging in his heart.

Sudden.

There was a noise behind him...

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Hearing the voice, Bowen's heart tensed up.

Before he could react, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small object appearing from behind, crossing a beautiful parabola, and entering the trash can next to it.

"Who?"

Bowen yelled sternly, and turned around at the same time.

Subconsciously put both hands on the death note behind him, but the moment his eyes saw the scene behind him, he panicked and almost fell to the ground.

A slender humanoid body, sharp teeth and nails, and a devilish complexion.

Bowen instantly remembered the price of the Death Note that he had left behind, his body couldn't help shaking, and he couldn't even organize his words: "You...you...you..."

"You can call me Lin."

Lin Zian leaned against the wall, showing his fangs and said with a smile, "My profession is death."

Bowen trembled even more, and said fearfully, "Death? Are you here to take my life?"

"As much as I'd love to tell you it is, unfortunately, it's not."

Lin Zian spread his hands, with a helpless expression.

Hearing this, Bowen still didn't have any easy thoughts: "Then you..."

Lin Zian put his eyes on the desktop behind him, and smiled, "I lost the notes you picked up."

"Then you want to take it back?"

Bowen held the Death Note in front of him, looked at the line of text on the cover with great reluctance, but faced with the obviously inhuman existence in front of him who claimed to be the God of Death, he couldn't resist at all.

The whole person seemed to be beaten back to its original shape in an instant, and it no longer had the complacency it had just now.

"Do not."

Lin Zian denied it: "From the time this notebook fell into the human world, it has been yours in the human world, and you, as the first person to pick it up, are naturally its new owner."

Bowen was startled at first, and then quickly turned to joy: "Master Death, in that case, this notebook will be mine from now on?"

"That's right, no matter what you do with this notebook, I won't stop you."

Lin Zian said lightly: "But as its previous generation owner, I need to remind you."

The joy on Bowen's face stopped immediately, and he said respectfully, "Say it."

Lin Zian said again: "From the first time you write your name on the death note, after you die, you will not enter heaven or hell."

"Not going to heaven and hell?"

Bowen repeated it with a dull expression, and felt a little sad in his heart, but he thought that before he got this notebook, he could only be a person who swallowed his anger and was bullied by everyone.

This emotion disappeared immediately, and instead he was happy with the ownership of the Death Note.

With such a powerful note, he already has a bright future, and he never wants to live the weak and powerless life before.

Bowen raised his eyes and saw that Lin Zian was still there, he quickly restrained his small thoughts, and asked in a low voice: "Master Death, what is the reason why you came to see me?"

Lin Zian took out a bright red apple from the feather on his shoulder, took a bite, and said vaguely: "Recycle the notes."

Bowen's mood turned sharply down again like a roller coaster, and asked in a panic: "But didn't you say that this notebook is now mine?"

"of course."