After reading copious amounts of dark material, Han Fei's eyebrows furrowed, his nerves, honed in the Deep World, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, let alone an average person with normal psychological resilience.
The chaotic flow of information outside the network cocoon was not something just anyone could delve into and understand, one careless step could trap oneself.
Those already psychologically warped become even more pathological here; mature-minded average people, lured by these things, would gradually lower their boundaries and grow into monsters with masks.
This gray area lacks the bloody brutality of the Deep World, but it is even dirtier and more unbearable.
Through research and observation, Han Fei had successfully infiltrated a Death Spread Group Chat.
All member information was confidential, everyone used pseudonyms, and each group had one responsible administrator and three coordinators. Their chats were unrestricted, sharing death, creating death, like a madhouse.
