The Crosson Show’s live stream room.
The camera hovered low above the mountains and rivers, showing dense forests and giant ferns in the low altitude before moving slowly along the river that symbolized the vein of life, like an eagle overlooking a stretch of life.
Deep in the valley, clouds of accumulated water vapor suddenly hit the tipping point for rain, and the rain pressed down on the giant fern layers created by branches and leaves, exposing the fierce beasts that hid in the shadows––
The scrolling comments exploded in a flash.
“What is that? It scared this darling to death! Geez, do you not have the PG13 green filter for children in this episode?”
“What a big production... wait, what did Instructor Blood Pigeon say just now?! The contestants themselves don’t know what they’ll encounter?! I’m suddenly rubbing my hands in excitement!”
“So happy hehehe! Waiting for my little guy to encounter a small monster. Speaking of which, the Crosson Show is really too rich (showing a poor, pitiful look...)”
The live stream studio was wrapped in huge, clear glass and appeared to be built on a mountain quite a distance from the main competition area. The glass cover was like the walls of a greenhouse with several air filters that strictly controlled oxygen, carbon dioxide, and nitrogen levels before delivering them inside so as to ensure that the program crew could have a comfortable vacation.
A few hundred kilometers away, in the camera screens, the trainee contestants had to fight for the limited breathing equipment in order to avoid being eliminated.
In one corner of the studio, two stage crew members checked the data and clicked on a blue central control button.
Dark clouds rolled out from the depths of the valley. In the center of the main arena, there was a faint flash of lightning and thunder above the clouds that had been stained by the sunset before they disappeared again.
The aerial camera eventually came to a stop at the source point of the river.
There was a huge, silvery pipe at the source of the river. The pipe was hidden behind layers of ferns, and the sponsor’s logo flashed on the metallic surface. If they were to dissect the landscape of the entire planet––
They would find almost no signs of weathering and erosion on the sedimentary rock. The surface had been artificially reconstructed over the course of the past ten years.
The rivers and sea water were controlled by numerous pipelines, and the proportion of gasses in the atmosphere as well as the wind direction and even the magma buried deep underground were all closely managed via data. Species on this planet would undergo automatic genetic verification before being bred, and only those marked as ‘qualified’ had the right to be incubated.
The genetic industry, biomaterial industry, tourism, and amateur entertainment industries all ran in parallel on this planet.
As long as one stood in front of the central control console, they could become the God of the entire planet.
Inside the studio, Blood Pigeon was explaining the map via virtual screen. The barrage of scrolling comments swept past, sighing emotionally about the huge profits and capital accumulation of this colonial planet. The price of an eight day, seven night tour package to the planet was displayed beneath the live broadcast.
On the other side, Ying Xiangxiang was answering questions from the audience.
“Who will win if a Mosasaurus and a Megalodon fight? ––They existed in different eras, and the conditions can’t be compared.”
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Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually-?!
Science Fiction-for offline purposes only - Book 1 Synopsis: Wu Jin, as a trainee from a certain entertainment company, had a peerless, stunning face. He was qualified to debut as a lead performer even if he just sat there and did nothing. After signing up for a...
