Marcellus sat on the ground in the middle of the abandoned factory.
His surroundings were very empty. There was nothing around him.
He laughed and yelled, "Come on, Death Inquisitor, aren't you amazing? Aren't you able to design death? Now, unless you make the roof fall off, let's see how you'll kill me!"
Marcellus held a gun in his hand and looked up at the ceiling, constantly paying attention to any minute changes. In the last few minutes, he was confident that he could survive.
It was almost midnight.
Tens of millions of viewers were restless.
"Ahhhhh, hurry up! The roof is falling!"
"The roof is falling + 1"
"The ground is collapsing! Bury him alive!"
"The ground is collapsing + 1"
The viewers were anxious and uncomfortable. They were so angry that they wanted to smash their keyboards and computers.
But soon, the needle pointed to twelve o'clock.
The game was over!
