musicians of old

Chapter 882 "Starlight" is Useless!?

The lingering strains of the elegant music and the continued applause and laughter made it seem as if those burst heads were merely balloons that had burst on stage for entertainment.

"The second thing is a reminder of care."

Another listener, sitting in pools of blood on either side, spoke up.

This is an elegantly dressed old gentleman who was clapping enthusiastically. Now he is holding several white, stiff pieces of paper, such as "teleprompters," and he throws away one of them and starts reading the next.

"These 'starlight' you've collected, well, they're not very useful."

"It's not very useful as an aid to 'the way to the new world'—no offense, I'm not referring to myself, but to the 'pioneers' and the 'director,' yes, both of you think so."

Fan Ning's eyes narrowed slightly.

The divine attraction properties of the "Gate of Summoning the Moon" were activated silently.

The old gentleman's pulsating throat suddenly twisted, forcibly distancing himself from the appearance of vocal cord vibration and the "sound production." His mouth was still rapidly speaking something, and the bones in his hands holding the "teleprompter" made a creaking sound under the strain, but his voice gradually lowered to the weak level of a difficult whisper.

However... however

"That 'director' thinks you're wasting your time, but my Mithraic 'pioneer' understands your obsession! Emotions are important, especially personal ones. Mr. F supports you taking some time to adjust your emotions before climbing the tower. But, but, hehehe. Click."

The man's vocal cords vibrated violently, and he eventually lost his voice.

It emitted only a sharp noise, beyond the comprehension of the human ear, like countless fine needles scraping against glass.

"Clatter, clatter, crackle," the old gentleman's demeanor began to melt away amidst the silent shouts and audible noise, like a candle thrown into a raging flame.

"So much nonsense."

Fan Ning didn't even look at the gradually softening substance. Instead, he closed his eyes and used his divine sense of touch to perceive the most discordant and tangled links among the countless "connections" in the entire hall.

"You're not coming out, huh? Then I'll drag the thing you least want to be noticed to the center of the stage."

The "listeners" whose heads had been destroyed, along with the profound rays of light that connected and permeated them, began to flow and move.

The target this time is not a specific person, but the cognitive tendency of "being ignored" and "being noticed" in the entire space.

In an instant, the "orchestration color" of the entire symphony hall underwent a dramatic change.

The laughing audience, the fluttering ribbons, the magnificent decorations... their colors quickly faded and their edges blurred, like a part of music that suddenly faded and disappeared. Although it was still dynamic, it was separated by a layer of frosted glass.

Conversely, some details that were originally insignificant, or even subconsciously overlooked, became noticeably more "perceived": some slightly darker-colored seams on the floor resembled twisting black veins, pulsating with a nauseating rhythm; a set of transparent crystal pendants on the ceiling chandelier emitted a faint, rotten pupil-like paint; on the side of the stage, the shadow on the backlit area of ​​an unused music stand was unusually deep, as if connecting to a bottomless abyss.
"Reject him." Fan Ning raised his hand with a cold laugh.

Instead of rushing towards any of the anomalies, he loosely clenched his right hand, as if grasping an invisible baton.

Koseli must have forcibly bound his "true self" to countless ordinary nodes of the entire symphony hall illusion, like "water dissolving into water." But Fanning forcibly rewrote the laws of this connection at this moment, not to "grab" Koseli from a certain area, but to completely sever the connection between "water" and "water"!
"Click——!!"

The entire hall groaned in despair.

All the revealed anomalies trembled violently; the dark floor seams split open like wounds, revealing writhing, multicolored, ring-shaped objects beneath; the crystal pendant burst open, spraying out a viscous, oily substance; the shadows beneath the music stand writhed and struggled as if a living creature were being strangled.
Koseli's figure finally "flowed" out slowly from the protrusion on the wall of the hall ceiling!

Countless fine threads mimicked the shape of facial features, sometimes attempting to converge, sometimes constantly disintegrating, emitting a cloying, rotten odor and an aura of cognitive dissonance.

This thing is very dangerous.

Despite being a fellow Order Executor, Fan Ning felt a surge of fear upon glancing at the other's divine projection; contact with this thing would certainly end badly. "Your 'starlight'..."

The distorted outline was still trying to make a sound.

In the occasional, relatively clear moments, one can see that there is still no hostility on his face, only a fanatical, chillingly reverent attention towards Fanning.

"call out--!"

The next moment, Fan Ning raised his hand, drew the bow, and released it.

A highly concentrated "whirlwind arrow of fire" shot out.

It rotates, and wherever it passes, even light and sound are assimilated and absorbed, leaving behind a brief, ethereal trail.

Like damp wood thrown into a raging fire, it made a dull "hissing" sound.

The arrow pinned the twisted object precisely to the top of the symphony hall.

Surprisingly, no assimilation of the "candle" occurred for the first time.

Only countless tiny, twisted, slimy, pale filaments, like frightened tapeworms, were forcibly expelled from every corner of the hall—the walls, the ceiling, the floor, and even from the bodies of those indistinct "spectators"!
The stage finally "lost power".

The lights dimmed abruptly, the music stopped abruptly, and the blurry audience, streamers, and cheers receded like the tide.

It was still a dark fog in the night. Fanning, carrying a lantern, walked along the riverbank, followed by a group of shadowy night travelers.

But Koseli, struck by the "Spinning Arrow," remained, still like a "layer" nailed to the moonlit sky.

“Master Fan Ning, there are too few people. Whether it’s ‘pioneers’ or ‘directors’, the main thing is that there are too few people.”

Koseli spoke in a hoarse yet reverent voice.

Fan Ning stared coldly at the sky in silence, then once again made a bow-drawing gesture in the air, causing the surrounding air to vibrate slightly.

There aren't enough people?

That's right. The second movement is finished, and the number of "stars" is close to one hundred. Although it is a great achievement, once the scherzo and the final movement are finished, the work will be a masterpiece. But indeed, there are still very few "stars".

This is determined by the pilgrimage nature of my self-planned "Night Wanderings," which requires people and things with strong connections and deep regrets to provide confirmation, solace, and powerful comfort.

Throughout Fanning's artistic career, he may have made many changes to the world, and influenced many people and things. But what can be called a personal "obsession" is always a minority; if there were too many, it would no longer be called an "obsession".

However, none of this has anything to do with these lunatics! Fanning collects "starlight" only for his own introspection, and it has nothing to do with serving this so-called "arrival at the new world" event. Otherwise, he could have just sped up and gone straight to the tower!

These lunatics not only try to confuse the judgment, but also try to confuse and distort the purpose or premise of the judgment!
"call out!!!"

Another incredibly terrifying "Whirling Fire Arrow" was fired, piercing through layers of golden vortex air like a tunnel, and collided with the tip of the previous arrow that was stuck in Koseli's body!
A silent flash, like a nuclear explosion, evaporated the pale, dense, viscous filaments out of thin air.

"'Starlight' is useless!?" Fan Ning said coldly.

Koseli's face twitched violently.

(End of this chapter)