Twenty-Eight Peanuts

Jack transmigrated to a parallel world and locked on to a Judge System that provided rewards for punishing evil. 
Hence, an Adjudicator of Death who stood above the law was hence born.
A livestream channel named Deathstream Channel hence appeared in various major livestream platforms, with a judge’s pen and a Death Notice sent to every criminal.
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[Name: Mogul] [Gender:Male:] [Age:45] [Job: CEO of Mogul Group] [Crime: Brutal killing of children] [Punishment:Decapitation]
[Name:Natalie ] [Gender:Female ] [Age:33 ] [Job:Vagrant] [Crime:Abduction of women, forcing them into the prostitution of death] [Punishment:removal of limbs and reproductive organs, bleeding to death]
[Name: Watton] [Gender:Male] [Age:47] [Job:Mob boss] [Crime:Gang fights, slaughtering civilians ] [Punishment: Death by a thousand cuts and skinning]
All who received Death Notices were sent to the Deathstream Channel without exception, for death awaits while everyone in the world would watch as they were punished! 
No matter where you are or how noble a position you possess, a baptism of blood and fire awaits you once you receive the Death Notices. 
It is the prelude of death. Sinners—come receive your time of death! 

Simple MTL

Livestream: The Adjudicator of Death

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In the live broadcast room, Aubrey felt as if his soul had been shattered as the chains continued to stretch.

His skin was torn apart, and his organs and intestines were squeezed together. It was a mess. Aubrey desperately curled his body, trying to avoid the cutting of the metal ring.

However, it was useless. The sawtooth had torn his upper body apart, turning it into a bare skeleton like a butcher eviscerating bones. If it wasn't for his weak heart, Georgetown would have thought that he was already dead.

On the other side, Kachino and Pullman had been distorted into a pile of rotten meat. Their eyes were bulging out, and they couldn't be any more dead.

Two high hills were piled up on both sides. They were all flesh and blood that had been peeled off. They were filled with the smell of blood, as if they were minced meat.

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