Poverty makes me capable of anything.

It's simply not long enough, nor big enough!

The Sky Mountain Stadium looks like a spaceship floating in the air, with a radius of over 200 meters, which is longer than a normal frigate.

If such a large stadium were to fall directly from a height of over a thousand meters, even the Time Energy Tower would be crushed.

An Ran's expression changed slightly.

Since the goal is to destroy the Time Energy Tower, this is perhaps the most feasible method.

With something this big suddenly falling, it's difficult for the guards to take any effective countermeasures.

But then An Ran felt something was strange. If she could come up with something like this, the imperial government couldn't possibly have overlooked it.

An Ran never considered herself particularly intelligent, nor did she believe her opponents were all fools. Since they still went ahead with it, they likely had a backup plan.

The Night Owls probably wouldn't choose this path.

With this thought in mind, An Ran unknowingly made the mechanical spider run a lap around the perimeter of the stadium.

The map is entered into the game's map system in real time. If you ask who draws the best maps in the world, it's definitely the game itself!

"I can draw maps so well only because I stand on the shoulders of giants."

An Ran said this.

pat.

Near the entrance gate, a little girl suddenly dropped the remote control she was holding.

The little girl put her hands down, about to start crying, when the dropped remote control reappeared in front of her.

"Give!"

An Ran smiled brightly.

"Thank you, sister!"

The little girl took the remote control, her tears turning into laughter, revealing her adorable little tiger teeth.

Go find your mom and dad.

An Ran habitually touched her head, and then walked towards the entrance under the little girl's gaze.

"Authentication successful".

The moment An Ran walked in front of the access control, the three bars opened automatically, displaying the fake identity she used when registering with Ai An Media.

She was 18 years old and as beautiful as a flower...

Wearing a cat-ear hat, her entire image and temperament changed drastically. In addition, her face was also somewhat renovated, so An Ran did not reveal her identity at all when she passed by that person.

Tap tap.

Anderson's leather shoes made a crisp sound as they stepped on the smooth floor, and he quickly disappeared around the corner.

An Ran glanced back and soon the people in line behind her were urging her to hurry up.

"Don't waste time, the concert is about to start!" A woman frowned, her tone unfriendly.

“Exactly, can you afford to compensate for the wasted time? You’re just dawdling around like this, putting on a show,” another woman said.

"..."

Is this a complaint from die-hard fans?

If pushed too far, my sister Anran can be unreasonable!

A man behind them seemed to have had enough. He stepped forward and said indignantly, "What's wrong with walking slower? There are still 15 minutes before the concert officially starts. It won't bother you if you're delayed for a few minutes!"

Emmm...

An Ran and the two women's eyes widened simultaneously.

Something seems not quite right.

The two women were stunned. Shouldn't you stand up and support us?

An Ran's expression was also strange.

It seems there's a traitor among Cornelia's fans.

He stepped forward aggressively, then made a sharp turn, leaving everyone around him completely bewildered!

"you you!"

The woman who was being rebuked was so angry that she was trembling all over.

"How can you have no manners at all!" The other man with long hair was not so polite.

The person behind couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Hey, aren't you the ones who have no manners? She didn't even waste a few seconds. It's you two who are causing trouble and wasting our time."

"..."

It seems there's more than one traitor.

The long-haired woman suddenly exploded: "So what if she's a little younger and slightly prettier? Does being pretty give her the right to twist right and wrong? Does being pretty give her the right to do whatever she wants?"

"Sorry, being good-looking gives me an edge over you guys!" Passerby A chuckled.

"No!" Passerby B suddenly stood up. "There's one thing I disagree with!"

The long-haired woman breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that quite a few people were on their side. When it came to arguing, she was a professional!

If it weren't for the large number of people on the other side, she would have already used her powers.

Passerby B raised an eyebrow, his face full of indignation: "What do you mean by 'slightly better'? Anyone with eyes can see that it's a world of difference!"

Uh……

The steering wheel is turned all the way.

The passengers were almost thrown out.

An Ran nodded silently. Suddenly, a glimmer of hope arose within her for this world that judges only by appearance.

It seems that having a high charm level has many advantages.

"you you you……"

"What do you mean, 'you'? Don't blame others for scolding you for throwing a tantrum!"

"you you you……"

"Sister, if you're not good-looking and have a bad temper, you won't be able to get married. It's 8103 already. People might as well buy a robot wife to support. Robots don't even need to eat."

"You...you...you shallow people who only care about looks!" The long-haired woman finally managed to squeeze out a sentence after stammering for a while, "You don't deserve to be Cornelia's fans at all!"

Now she was fighting alone.

"Huh? I was never a fan of Cornelia."

"..."

"Besides, she's not only prettier than you, but she's also more cultured. I just saw her help a little girl!"

?

"No problem. I came here because I thought Cornelia was pretty, even though she sings terribly."

That last sentence is completely unnecessary!

At this moment, one person huddled in the crowd puffed up his cheeks in anger.

"Besides, you're not even a fan of Cornelia, are you? You haven't even bought any support items, how dare you call yourself a fan?"

"you……"

The long-haired woman's hair was practically standing on end when someone suddenly bumped into her shoulder, causing her to twist her right foot and nearly fall to the ground.

Anger welled up inside her, and she rushed forward to grab the woman who had bumped into her.

"You hit someone and tried to run away, and now you're going to..."

"Ok?"

The woman who bumped into her turned around, and her face, which wasn't particularly pretty, looked terrifying.

Cold and cool, like a block of ice.

His sharp gaze seemed to pierce through the long-haired woman; it was the kind of gaze that could strip a person naked, but ultimately throw them into an icy abyss.

"What is it?" Caladotil asked in a cold voice.

It was another familiar face.

An Ran shuffled away, taking small, quick steps. As everyone's attention was focused on Caladotil and the long-haired woman, she slowly moved to a place out of sight and then slipped away.

"Hey, um..."

Someone in the crowd opened her mouth to remind those around her, but after realizing that something was wrong, she decisively cut in line and slipped away.

"No..." The long-haired woman's forehead was covered in cold sweat. "It's nothing."

She chickened out, feeling like if she got glared at a couple more times, she'd be glared into submission... or glared to death.

How terrifying.

In this game world, murderous intent is a real thing.

When killing intent condenses into substance, it can become a skill for killing.

Caladotil didn't pay any more attention to the long-haired woman; she had important things to do and no time to waste on these unimportant people.

Turning around, Caladotil strode away and quickly disappeared into the corner.

"Get out of the way!"

The long-haired woman shouted angrily and then left in the opposite direction. What was the point of this lousy concert? Anyway, the photos had already been taken, and they hadn't even officially entered yet. She would just sell the tickets as soon as she got out.

This little incident will eventually become just a topic of conversation, but for a few people it will remain a deep memory.

For example, An Ran. She stood in a dark corner not far from the entrance passage.

She had just spotted two people, and there were likely more than two, since she didn't recognize the others. An Ran didn't rush to leave; she stood at the door for a while longer, memorizing the appearances of several people who were over level 45 and possessed an extraordinary aura. These were the people she needed to keep a close eye on.

Then An Ran called Lin Yumo.

Of course, you should find a reliable player to do dangerous things.