Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 402 A Wonderful Stage

Missia didn't know why she was there.

The reverberation on stage, accompanied by the impactful rhythm and melody, only made him feel noisy.

He only knew that he had successfully arrived at the stadium, and was a little puzzled as to why there were no ambushes from the authorities. However, it was just their oversight, and Missia entered easily.

I was just about to head straight to the stage and become the first person to appear on this stage tonight, bringing a hell of despair to these foolish masses.

Even though he was already numb inside, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and excitement.

Then he found himself in front of a woman, who should have been a woman, but whose head was covered by growing black branches.

It was an illusion, and as a professional cleaner, he immediately realized it.

So that's how it is. The presence of the stadium guarded by the Bureau of Investigation was an illusion. Indeed, if it is an illusion, then due to the peculiar properties of some of them, the impact of a battle breaking out in such a close proximity to the scene can be minimized.

Furthermore, considering that no matter how fierce the fighting was outside, it was still a peaceful and prosperous situation for most people, Missia quickly came to understand.

The power of hallucination has spread extensively throughout the area; it's a powerful hallucination that has affected the stadium and the surrounding area.

And now, I might be encountering the other party's true form!

This is wonderful. Even if I don't go on stage, as long as I shatter this illusion, I can easily break the fairy tale that the Bureau of Justice has built for those idiots, and make the people in the performance venue fear the artillery fire and explosions outside the stadium.

“You may have misunderstood something, but I’m just here to help out,” the illusion said. “The illusion you’re looking for is on the other side. I can take you there; it’s the easiest place to find it.”

"Stop trying to fool me, illusion! I've dealt with you all longer than you've existed. Since you're here, you'll all die!" Missia shouted, charging straight at the other party.

"Oh." To everyone's surprise, the other person simply left behind this one sentence, and as she turned around, the scene before Missia's eyes suddenly became violently distorted.

When he reappeared, he was already on this stage.

Did that hallucination send him onto the stage?

My head was still a little dizzy, but Missia was at least aware of the situation.

The meaning is unclear, but isn't this helping him? He came here just to get on this stage. If he shows up here and goes on a killing spree, the live broadcast will forever etch him into the history of Dadu and the memories of these people of Dadu.

Was that hallucination from an ally?
Missia instinctively felt that things weren't going to be this good, and even felt somewhat uneasy about it.

But, but...

Uneasy as I am...

Why doesn't anyone care about him?!

After he was given a spotlight, the band in front of him started playing a melody on their own. Everyone's attention only stayed on him for no more than ten seconds before everything returned to normal.
Do you look down on him?
The robot with the bald head and ridiculous appearance was playing the guitar and approaching me without any suspicion.

He didn't notice that the drumbeats in the background gradually intensified as Zheng Fan approached him with his footsteps.

The melody gradually lowered in pitch.

"Aren't you going to make a move?" Then, Misia heard the "robot" in front of him say to him with contempt.

Whoosh!
Missia's tattoos flashed rapidly, his brow furrowed, his eyes fierce, and he threw a punch straight at the robot in front of him. Zheng Fan, amidst his intense playing, suddenly raised his guitar; the high-frequency vibrations of the strings still flickered with electricity, and Missia's fist landed on the strings.

Stab it!

A burst of lightning struck, and Misia felt a jolt of numbness throughout her body. She staggered forward and stopped in the center of the arena.

boom!
Gao Song raised his drumstick high and then slammed it down, causing the originally low and dense rhythm to explode once again.

Once Misia regained his strength, he paid no attention to the changes in the music around him. He immediately rushed towards Doris, who was closest to him, but after a flurry of punches and kicks, he couldn't even touch Doris's swaying figure.

As his punch missed, Doris swung her bow and unleashed several notes that struck Missia, each explosion perfectly timed.

Missia's eyes darted around briefly, but despite her mental turmoil, she gritted her teeth and regained her senses, finding herself being supported.

Of course, it was Zheng Fan who did it out of kindness: "Nice dance, keep going."

"Bastard!"

Misia broke free from Zheng Fan, and as Tao Zhibeis swayed, the tattoos on his body came to life, transforming into monstrous claws that extended from his body.

But before he could wreak havoc, Zheng Fan leaped into the air, grabbed his guitar, and slammed it into Missia's forehead.

But this move did not produce any discordant noises; on this stage, the melody and rhythm were completely under the band's control.

Each violent collision only results in a heavy musical note.

The audience became even more enthusiastic, and with the rhythm and Zheng Fan's "percussion", they vented all the unhappiness that had been building up in their hearts for days.

Missia became nothing more than a supporting character, an excellent backup dancer.

He was powerless to resist, irresistibly becoming a part of the piece. The musical staff was a cage that imprisoned him, a puppeteer controlling him, and the notes were the hands that held those puppeteers, guiding him to land perfect notes on each beat. He tried to escape, but as Mora's hand swept across the keys, a golden light pulled him back.

Can't escape.

Once he's on this stage, he has to play until the piece ends...

Misia realized this and tried to scream louder, wanting the audience to know that these lunatics were committing inhuman cruelty on the field and in the broadcast to the whole capital!
Isn't this a charity performance? Isn't it for those who perished in the disaster?

Are you going to use me as a sacrifice for the dead?!
Damn Dadu, damn people of Dadu, the most, most, most despicable monastery band!

There's no such thing as innocent entertainment! This is a trap! This stage is a trap! He doesn't want to die here!

You bunch of idiots, hurry up and realize it, come and comfort his pain!

Missia was beaten black and blue, blood splattered everywhere, and her voice was hoarse from shouting, but naturally no one paid any attention.

No one saw the blood, and no one saw any injuries on him. The fact that the members of the monastery band were not disguised was the biggest disguise of all. Combined with the special effects that were prepared in advance, nothing that exceeded the standards would be transmitted.

All the listeners and audience members were simply enjoying the dynamic melody and the visual feast before them, their emotions running high and the atmosphere was enthusiastic.

No one thought this was a criminal who had barged in to cause a tragedy and intimidate the entire capital.

I just felt that he was an excellent backup dancer. His presence and every struggle he made made the performance more perfect and successful.

Even Misia himself didn't realize that he had completely forgotten the purpose of his visit.

All they could do was loudly denounce the demons of the monastery band.

Yes, the devil!
"You bunch of seemingly young but actually wolves in sheep's clothing, the monastery where you bastards come out is not a holy place at all, but a complete den of demons!" He insulted the band as much as he could, hoping to provoke them into making even the slightest mistake.

To disrupt this harmonious environment, to make people aware of his plight, and to find a chance to escape.

"Pfft..." Doris suddenly couldn't help but laugh, and the on-site director very tactfully focused the camera on Doris's smile.

The core member of the monastery orchestra, usually so serious on stage, only occasionally flashing a serene smile while playing, was showing a rare, genuinely joyful smile.

Both men and women can be easily captivated by this smile.

"Hahaha!"

Gao Song's calm face suddenly broke into a laugh. This piece was very challenging for the drummer, but he was able to maintain an astonishingly stable beat and rhythm while laughing.

Tao Zhi and Mora laughed more conservatively, but without exception, they both seemed to have heard a very funny joke and couldn't hold back their laughter.

Missia was stunned.

Why?! How can he still laugh like that?!
Is he really that funny?!

Misia recalled his past, how he had gradually fallen from an ordinary young man to his current state, and then become a powerful sanitation worker. He was standing here because of the environment of the capital. No disaster needs comforting; the capital just needs to get used to it and become numb to it!
I'm not a clown!
His heart was cold, but his blood was boiling.

With a determined effort, his tattoo completely detached from his body, and this time he even changed his target, aiming to spread towards the audience below the stage.

And the piece has come to an end...

As the melody gradually reached its climax, seemingly soaring through the air, Doris's bow unfurled, its pure white ripples gently embracing the chaotic black tattoos.

Missia herself was directly hit by the electric light shot from Zheng Fan's guitar, and her body was pushed back to the back of the stage where she was lifted up by a stage device that suddenly rose up beneath her feet.

As the last note faded, Doris, like a conductor of an orchestra, brought her bow to a close.

The detached tattoo was swallowed and decomposed by the white ripples.

Zheng Fan stood in the center of the field and gracefully accepted the salute, while Missia, on the high platform behind him, blankly spread her arms, dazedly feeling the intense gazes of everyone in front of her.

He doesn't seem to be a clown at all... In the eyes of these ignorant people, he really is just a well-performing backup dancer... What exactly did he come here for tonight?

After a brief pause, Missia fell straight backward into the darkness backstage.

The blinding lights receded like the tide, leaving behind only the gasps of thousands of people.

After a brief pause...

The next spotlight came on, and this time there was more than one.

A new "backup dancer" has arrived.

"Next up, the next new song will be even more exciting!"

Only after the music ends can simple words have a chance to be conveyed to the audience.

The cheers, which had just subsided, surged up again, just like a tidal wave.

(End of this chapter)