Don't confiscate my citizenship

Chapter 58: Ranchi's Hell Fusion

The dark stage was filled with bright beams of light, just like stars lit up in the night sky.

As the poet of great love placed his hand on his heart and bowed gracefully, the lights on the stage dimmed and the melody began to sound.

At the back of the stage, Lanci lowered his head, focused his eyes, stroked his fingers on the piano keys, and began to play the music of Hell's Overture.

And in front of the stage, the poet of great love also showed a wanton smile and sang with her heavenly voice.

The four mentors in the audience all frowned, their eyes wandering around the stage, dissatisfaction and impatience beginning to show on their faces.

This seemingly weak overture was not what they wanted to hear.

However, at this moment they had not yet figured out Lanqi's intentions.

Lanqi pressed the piano keys with his left hand, and magic cards kept appearing in his right hand like magic, and he used them directly!

They are all magic cards from the [Error Healing] series, full of the spirit of healing and rebirth.

Without hesitation, Lanqi decisively and firmly cast all of these healing magics on the music instructor's diseased and poisonous body, highlighting the use of strong medicine to cure a serious illness!

Before anyone could react.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Endless pain instantly surged within the body of the diseased poisonous creature. His body began to twitch violently, as if being entangled by a crazy snake. A startling scream emanated from his mouth, and the sound echoed in the theater. The devil's roar broke through the air and instantly drowned the entire theater.

The devilish sound of the poet of great love then reverberated on the stage. The music was like a poisonous snake, stinging deeply into the ears of his diseased body. His screams became more and more intense, and his painful emotions were released like a tide. He could no longer maintain his rational control.

"You are……!"

The voice of the examiner came from the side of the stage. He was about to stop Lanqi's actions, but found that the magic eye did not respond at all.

This surprised him, but he immediately realized that the magic Lanqi cast was not offensive and did not cause any damage.

However, the following scene made it impossible for the examiner to remain calm.

Everything changed so fast, so fast that no demon present could react immediately to how the disaster happened!

"Stop it!!"

“Let me go!!!”

The sound of the diseased poisonous body was like the mournful howling of a torn beast in the night. This painful scream possessed the strongest mental attack ability that could not be matched by any demon present. All the students in the audience covered their heads as if they were hit by a violent electric current, and trembled as they endured this mental shock that exceeded their limits.

At this moment, on the stage, the poet of great love was standing in the spotlight, singing with great joy. Her voice floated melodiously throughout the theater, in stark contrast to the wailing of the diseased and poisonous body.

But her sweet voice did not make the situation light-hearted, instead it magnified tenfold the emotional "bitterness" of the mental attack inflicted by the diseased poisonous body on all the students.

The demon students couldn't stand it anymore. Their screams and howls echoed throughout the classroom like ghosts. All the demon students gradually became mentally abnormal. Their eyes became chaotic and trembling, as if they had all gone crazy.

These new voices, like a vicious spell, began to influence and torture each other, repeatedly stimulating and amplifying the painful elegy in the theater.

The students who were tortured more severely passed on even more painful sounds, and this pain circulated among them, turning the theater into an endless purgatory in an instant like a landslide or tsunami!

At first, Lanqi just pried a small stone to start the whole classroom, but then, this vicious cycle that started like a rolling stone on a mountain could not be stopped!

The weaker demons, such as Bacher, were now foaming at the mouth and twitching in their seats, but because of the excessive pain, they were soon awakened by the nightmare sounds echoing in the theater and continued to join in the shrill screams.

Even though Hyperion covered her ears tightly and buried her head in her legs, she continued to silently recite prayers to the goddess.

If she hadn't been prepared to keep her mind steady and deal with the poet of great love, she would have probably gone crazy by now.

On one side of the stage, the originally elegant host teacher was shocked by this hellish scene. His face instantly turned from confident to pale as paper. His originally straight posture was now shaky, and his hands that were supporting the wall were shaking violently, as if he would collapse at any time.

His eyes were wide with horror, and he couldn't believe what he was witnessing.

"what are you up to?"

The host teacher's voice was almost shouting, he was fully aware of the seriousness of the problems in this performance.

Lanqi, who was standing in the center of the stage, acted as if he didn't hear anything.

Continue playing the music.

He even had time to explain physics knowledge as if he were talking to himself.

"In nuclear fusion, if the [temperature], [pressure], and [time] all reach a certain level, the heat generated can keep the temperature high enough for new nuclear fusion to continue. This is called [self-sustaining combustion]."

His voice was like a poet's chant, calm and profound.

Lanqi's mood was calm, as if this chaotic drama had no effect on him at all.

There were only the piano keys in his eyes and only that piece of music in his ears.

"You, what on earth are you talking about?!"

The presiding teacher's voice became even sharper.

He felt that Lanqi was saying some weird and scary jargon that he couldn't understand!

“This is the result of my studies and the artistic concept of this performance.”

Lanqi explained seriously.

Once self-sustaining combustion is achieved, nuclear fusion will continue to occur even without the input of any further energy.

He looked around the theater and felt that the pressure in this theater was enough.

There is still more than a minute left to use magic freely.

If he could increase the [temperature] during this period of time, perhaps he would be able to achieve [self-sustaining combustion].

At that time, even if Lanqi stopped the music and did nothing, or even called back the poet of great love, this devil classroom would continue to be trapped in a perpetual motion dead loop.

Until the four music instructors and all the demon students were burned to ashes and lost consciousness.

This nuclear fusion of the sound of hell will come to an end.

He believed that this performance, whether it was the emotions and shouts of the demon students, the visual and auditory effects, or the noisy and intoxicating feeling of everyone falling asleep together in the end, all completely met the previous requirements of the four mentors.

"This should satisfy everyone, right?"

Lanqi sat in front of the piano, raised his head and looked around. Seeing the four music teachers enjoying themselves, he felt that he had done a lot of good deeds today.

Chapter 59: Lanqi's Employment

Until the longest 2 minutes of the Demon King's theater came to an end.

Lanqi and the Great Love Poet finally finished their performance.

On the stage, everything returned to calm.

The poet of great love looked back at Lanqi with a sly smile, and then returned to him with satisfaction.

And under the stage, the nuclear fusion of the sound of hell has been completed, and it seems that it will never stop.

Lanci stood up from the piano and walked to the center of the stage. His figure illuminated by the lights looked lonely and aloof, and the air seemed to still carry traces of the shocking performance that had just taken place.

As the music and singing continued, Lanci slowly raised his hand, then lowered his head and bowed deeply to the audience.

This is an artist's bow, full of sincerity and gratitude.

“Thank you to my classmates and judges for your affirmation.”

In response to him, there was another wave of noise.

……

"Stop it, Lanqi... You can still keep your human rights if you turn back now..."

Hyperion covered her face with her hands and leaned against the hard back of the chair, as if a ship had finally reached the shore after being baptized by the storm.

Her voice sounded extremely tired, her soul seemed to have been subjected to endless torture, and the long performance still left her with lingering fears.

If she hadn't had the experience and preparation to deal with the poet of great love, and hadn't kept her mind alert, she would probably have been trapped in this vicious circle, unable to escape!

And the side of the stage.

The music department head, who had once had a head of neatly-knit silver hair and was in charge of the program, now looked dishevelled, as if he had just walked out of a hurricane, his face pale as if he had witnessed a disaster.

The four music instructors and devil students in the audience were either twitching in their chairs or screaming at the top of their lungs. Their faces were distorted, and they had gone completely crazy, trapped in hell and unable to escape.

Now in this theater bestowed by the Demon King, apart from Lanqi, only the director of the music department, who has the highest rank and the strongest resistance to music magic in the academy, can stand.

"Teacher, how are you?"

Lanqi looked at the head of the music department and hurried forward to support him.

"It's okay. I'm fine."

The head of the music department pushed Lanqi's hand away. Although his voice was slightly trembling, his attitude was extremely firm.

As the head of the music department, if he couldn't even handle a single student's performance, he would be embarrassed in front of the nobles of the demon world!

Lanqi seemed to see the stubbornness of the music department director and nodded.

"So how many music instructors can I get approval from this time?"

Lanqi looked at the four music instructors who were now unconscious in the audience, then turned to the head of the music department and asked sincerely.

"..."

The head of the music department gnashed his teeth, his eyes moving between Lanqi's face and the four instructors in the audience. He was speechless for a long time, and gradually his expression became quite complicated.

"According to the oath the four instructors swore to the Demon King before the performance, you will definitely gain their approval."

The head of the music department finally admitted it and took out four credit coins and put them in Lanqi's hand.

His voice sounded a little hoarse, and there was a kind of helpless recognition in his words.

one way or another.

The performance just now was enough to be recorded in the history of demon world music. Although there were certain performance accidents, the performance effect was unique and would definitely win praise from the demon world nobles.

It's just a bit taxing for students and teachers.

"Give me your student ID card."

The director continued.

Since he was standing here to host a large-scale performance for the nobles of the demon world and had made a promise, he would not cheat.

Upon hearing this, Lanqi fumbled in his pocket and quickly found a black metal card, which he handed to the head of the music department.