Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 407: Keep drawing...

The stage was not destroyed, or rather, the stage at this point was no longer the same one.

This is……!
"Music!" Haven reached out and grabbed the lighting stand, with a large fleshy worm emerging from behind him and coiling on it. Both of them stared intently at "Doris" below the stage.

What did she do?!

"This is her super-inspiration! Just as we guessed, Doris is indeed a super-inspirational figure in the realm of music!" The human face on the giant worm gritted its teeth.

Its original purpose was to come for Doris, and even if it couldn't take over her body, simply killing the Super-Spiritual One wouldn't be unacceptable to it.

The insects could sense a "rotten" smell emanating from Doris.

A rotten shell that was carefully nurtured but failed to achieve its full potential. Insects are extremely sensitive to this kind of scent, and even through the screen, they can smell the essence emanating from Doris.

If its intuition is correct, then Lydia would also be a perfect replacement vessel for it.

But what's going on now?

The sense of decay had vanished, as if it had been filled in some way, and even the slightly inferior inspiration seemed to have reached perfection.

Even though she had just watched the entire performance of the Monastery Orchestra from the audience, Doris had never been this outstanding before.

What happened to Doris in just over an hour?

The piano and drumbeats then began, and Jermaine looked up, gripped the microphone, and began to sing.

The singing, perfectly matching the melody, instantly drew everyone into the mood.

The insect predator couldn't stand it any longer. Things weren't going right. With a pencil in hand, Haven drew lines of speed in the air, and he rushed towards Jermelo below with the giant worm.

But the next moment, it was pierced by the musical score.

The worm was smashed to pieces in mid-air, and Haven landed on the ground in a sorry state, then struggled to get up again.

He immediately raised his hand and drew a powerful, exploding speech bubble, instantly creating a sonic boom!
Boom——

Only Haven himself heard the explosion, his eardrums throbbing with pain, only to realize that no one in the entire arena was paying attention to him. He was a clown... no, even worse than that.

Compared to the "backup dancers" who were also included in previous performances and occupied a significant portion of the show, Haverne noticed that she was completely excluded from this song.

Top-notch accompaniment combined with the strongest vocals, super-inspired composition, and Jerome's all-out writing and lyrics.

Everyone who witnessed this scene will remember this moment, and most of them will remember it.

Inspiration is a bridge, but unfortunately, some people are unwilling to cross it even if they have one.

Such a person naturally cannot be part of this performance.

Haven's hands and feet were ice cold, and he bit his lip until it bled, savoring the taste of blood spreading in his mouth.

The super-inspiration, expressed through comics, only works when someone sees it. He himself is, of course, human, and under normal circumstances, it wouldn't matter, but now he faces the suppression of two super-inspirations and a genius who is essentially at the pinnacle of his craft.

Our influence has been reduced to a minimum, and there's nothing we can do!

Doris glanced lightly at Haven, who stood in the corner of the stage unnoticed by anyone, with her pale eyes.

From the very beginning, Doris, just as she said, was able to spot insects as soon as they appeared in her field of vision because she had analyzed the piece.

The insect-eating creature's tracks were impossible to hide, but Doris stopped Zheng Fan from dragging it onto the field and beating it up.

On the eve of the concert, after receiving the finished song and sheet music from Jerome, Doris felt that it was no longer necessary.

In fact, the monastery orchestra and Jermelo had never rehearsed together for this accompaniment.

If Bai Du Records finds out about this, they'll probably go crazy, but it doesn't matter.

Given the quality of this song, "The Letter," everything fell into place naturally.

Those who eat insects will only court death.

The insect-eating creature realized this as well. Having just suffered a severe injury, it had barely recovered and was already feeling fear towards "Doris".

Violence is forbidden in the temple of music; its recent act of violence resulted in its own instant destruction.

If it weren't for the fact that its core was Haverne, it would be dead by now.

In this black and gold hall, unless you use extraordinary violence, you cannot fight against the super inspiration. If you want to fight against it, then bring out your spirit and energy, and bring out the inspiration that matches the musical feast presented to the audience, to capture attention!
Only in this way can one be qualified to stand here!
"This is bad, Haverne, let's retreat... They don't take us seriously, we still have a chance to retreat now!" One of the instincts of insects is to burrow into cracks when they are afraid, and the insect predator makes the same mistake.

"Do not……"

"What did you say?!" The insect was shocked. "I'm not leaving." Haver stared intently at Doris, gripping the pencil in his hand tightly.

"Are you crazy?! Even I was easily torn to shreds, what can you possibly do? This is a temple of inspiration, and with your current half-baked skills..."

"I can't run away!" Haven shouted, his eyes welling up with tears, but he resolutely picked up his pen.

The Insect Eater can understand, but the Insect Eater cannot understand. The part that is synchronized with Haven's entry is constantly transmitting that strong emotion. The Insect Eater knows what he is thinking, but the Insect Eater still thinks it is incomprehensible.

This is the downside of not completely and synchronously seizing Haven's consciousness, making the two act like a child playing house with a split personality.

“Hafern, you…” The insect-eating voice was suddenly silenced.

Haven had already begun to write on the stage with complete absorption, the pencil rustling on the floor, naturally overshadowed by the melody.

"Damn it all! Why did I even come here? Why am I still clinging to this pen?! A comic book that nobody reads is nothing, but I can't be ignored! I can't be ignored in front of the entire capital!"

Haven can only draw, but not comics; now he can't even draw proper artwork.

For someone like him, both Doris and Jermelo, who dominated the stage, were too dazzling.

Despite his self-destructive attitude and desperate attempts to drag others down with him, Haven, who thought he was already rotten, became deeply fearful after realizing the true nature of this stage.

He didn't want it to be like this.

He doesn't want to be consumed by the inspiration of others.

The dead cocoon seemed to twitch suddenly at the last moment.

This would never be his stage; rather, it was completely unrelated to him. But being worse off than even the backup dancers made Haven revisit his unsuccessful life like a revolving lantern.

The things he created in his cartoons stood up under his hysteria.

There were people, animals, and some strange creatures, but instead of rushing forward immediately, they huddled around Haven.

Haven's tears flowed uncontrollably.

He thought he had given up completely...

In the end, what stood beside him was not some "dream bug," but everything he had created in pursuit of his dream—

Too late.

After a brief period of tenderness, all his creative work made a final push towards "Doris".

It's impossible for him to win. Even if he were in his complete form, he wouldn't be a match for this "Doris" in front of him, let alone this hollowed-out remnant.

But his pencil didn't stop; the lines of his comics were drawn quickly to support his creation.

Doris moved with light steps, her bow and fingers dancing on the violin strings.

Not only herself, but also Tao Zhi, Mora, and Gao Song's immersive performance, as well as Jeremy's singing, were all forces she could draw upon at this moment.

There's no need to deliberately fight against them, because these things can't ultimately be considered opponents.

Too fragile.

Although it is unknown what kind of stimulus Haven just received, it is known that he suddenly bursts out with tremendous vitality, and his inspiration seems to have been rekindled.

However, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The musical notes pierced through all the lines of the comics, and Haven's spirit suffered a tremendous blow. He might have avoided this fate by simply standing still, but he chose to rebel.

remarkably brave.

Fresh blood flowed from his nose.

Not yet, he still wants to draw... to keep drawing... whether it's hopeless... whether he achieves nothing... he wants to...

Click.

The pencil is broken.

With a thud, Haven collapsed onto the stage.

He didn't give up on everything he had, but here, he was still far from being able to achieve his goals.

(End of this chapter)