Global Collapse

Chapter 598 Getting Closer with Mother Earth

The upper class were all watching the performance with great enthusiasm in the audience, and no one noticed that a child was stuck to the ground outside the building.

"boom"

A lowly person falls onto the stage floor, and the audience's shouts become even more excited.

Now it was the second group of lower-class people's turn to perform. This group was assigned the act of "aerial juggling."

Before his family fell on hard times, 007 often went to see acrobatic performances with his parents, so he often watched "aerial acrobatics".

However, the performances she had previously watched were all by professionals.

The group of lowly people on stage were clearly untrained; watching them perform aerial acrobatics was like watching a joke.

The main attraction of aerial acrobatics is watching people being tossed around in mid-air, enjoying the thrill and excitement.

But the performance right now offers absolutely no appeal.

Several trembling lower-class people were fixed to the ceiling. They stretched out their hands to catch the performer who was being tossed into the air, but unsurprisingly, none of them caught him.

Heavy thuds echoed as the impact continued, accompanied by intermittent screams.

These screams were quickly drowned out by the excited shouts of the upper class, as the host kept directing the lower class to clean up the people who had fallen half to death on the stage.

007 was also ordered by the host to carry those lower-class people who couldn't move.

This gave her a taste of what it's like to be on stage beforehand.

Cheers surged from all directions, enveloping her completely. Countless beams of light shone upon her, leaving her nowhere to hide. If she looked up even slightly, she would see scrutinizing gazes cast from the audience, making her feel incredibly oppressed.

Hurry up and carry him off the stage!

007 didn't want to stay there any longer, so she bent down, grabbed the shoulders of the person on the ground, and forcefully lifted the person up.

Just as she was struggling to lift the person under her feet, a burst of loud cheers suddenly came from below the stage.

what happened?
007 was slightly taken aback. She glanced towards the audience and saw that they were all looking excitedly at the direction above her head.

She secretly looked up, following the audience's gaze, and saw a person pacing back and forth not far above her. This was the person who had caused the audience to cheer.

After nearly ten lower-class people were destroyed, the lower-class people hanging from the ceiling finally managed to grab a performer.

The first success brought cheers from the upper-class audience.

At this moment, the two men's hands were tightly clasped together, and the lower-class man who was being held was kicking his legs incessantly, looking extremely frightened.

"I have no strength left, don't... don't let go..." 007 heard the person being grabbed make a trembling voice.

The enthusiastic voices of the audience immediately drowned out the voice of this lowly person.

But before the brief cheers had even subsided, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground echoed across the stage once more.

The lower-class person eventually fell down.

It landed right next to 007.

He fell to his death, the fox mask on his face splitting in two, revealing wide-open eyes behind the mask, his death unresolved.

So 007 transported another corpse.

When she returned backstage, her cuffs were stained with blood. Half-dead people and corpses were dragged to the side of the stage and piled up in a corner. From time to time, a few groans or a waving hand would emerge from the pile of bloodied people.

Because there were too many discarded lower-class people, it was impossible to gather enough people, and the second program was coming to an end.

Next, it was the third group of lower-class people's turn to perform on stage.

007 leaned against the corner, staring blankly at the bright red stain on her cuff. She was in the fourth batch and was temporarily safe.

The shouts from the audience outside never stopped, but the noise didn't bother her at all. She sat on the ground, her eyes glazed over as she recalled the scene just now: "He let go."

"What?" The snake-masked man passing by heard 007 muttering to himself and leaned over to ask.

007 then came to her senses, patted her pants, and stood up: "It's nothing."

At this moment, the second group of performers were coming off the stage, walking backstage one after another.

In the end, only five people returned. They were all people who had been fixed to the ceiling from the beginning, so they were not in any danger and survived to the end.

007 immediately recognized the person who let go; he had clearly grabbed the fox mask's hand, but then let go.

007 saw it clearly: he didn't let go because he was exhausted, but rather he naturally released his grip amidst the cheers.

"I'm sorry," the man said sadly, his head bowed, "I was just too weak to hold him back..."

Of course, 007 wouldn't be foolish enough to go up and expose the other party directly.

She didn't want to act as a champion of justice in this situation.

007 glanced at the man a few more times and made a mental note of him: "Remember him, he's not a good person, stay away from him."

The sound of conversation could still be heard from over there.

"It's not your fault."

"You've already done your best."

"Don't take it to heart."

Everyone around him was comforting him.

007 watched this scene and a strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

What's going on? Such a harmonious atmosphere? So many of their comrades have died, yet these people seem completely oblivious, only offering unanimous words of comfort to others.

No, besides the group offering words of comfort, a small group of people were talking about other things.

"We'll be on stage soon, good luck!"

"Yes, we need to help each other once we're on stage."

"of course."

No one cared about the pile of broken bodies by the stage, as if those people had nothing to do with them.

007 paused for a moment, then realized that this strange feeling seemed to have started when the first group of people went on stage to perform.

They didn't care about their companions' lives or deaths. Even when they said things like "Let's cheer each other on," there was a clear sense of alienation in them. Their words of comfort and encouragement seemed like mere formalities.

007 watched as the person who had let go was comforted by those around them.

She stared blankly for a while before suddenly realizing what was happening.

"By the way, the ultimate prize of the carnival is 'living the life of the upper class'."

There is only one winner for this prize.

There were a whole room full of people, but only one person could receive the prize.

But the fewer people left, the greater the chance of winning the prize.

The fewer people left...

007 couldn't help but look at the group of broken-down people by the side of the stage; clearly, these people were no longer eligible to receive the prizes.

In other words, from the moment the carnival began, the lower classes became mortal enemies, only maintaining a semblance of civility on the surface.

007's scalp tingled.

She took a few steps back, her cold back pressed against the wall.

So she's not just facing one bad guy, but a whole house full of mortal enemies...

Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming longing for Gu Mian: "I should have gone with him!"

Meanwhile, Gu Mian, who was being missed, had just finished her work and happily came down from the rooftop.

After Mike achieved his dream, the other four little ones ran off excitedly with screams, while Gu Mian, without getting annoyed, helped each of them fulfill their wish to stick to Mother Earth.

It wasn't blocked, was it?

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