Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Chapter 211: Chapter 158: Series Gathering

Wu Chang hid among the audience, observing the band’s actions on stage. If they didn’t come up with something new, he would take action.

He really disliked their way of operating. As a Transcendent, targeting ordinary people on a large scale was already crossing the line.

If you want to target them, go ahead. Controlling them, manipulating them, or even brainwashing them into cult members are all things humans do, but turning them into tentacle monsters—what are they thinking?

And these dense tentacles, they all grow on the face, neither aesthetically pleasing nor practical.

Watching it triggered his fears of clusters and the heebie-jeebies effect simultaneously.

Regardless of whether what Fire Master said before is true or false, whether these so-called followers of the Evil God are rebels, this group of bastards in front truly deserves to die!

Imagine if they held a dominant position, ravaging ordinary people at will, everyone on the street wearing a mask or hood, and removing it reveals a face full of tentacles.

Except for the fourth one, no one could endure such a world.

After the music stopped, everything seemed to stand still. The audience below the stage appeared as if they were put on pause, standing dumbfounded.

A few band members set down their instruments and jumped off the stage, the lead singer climbed over the bar, carrying out a case of beer and distributing it to the others.

Members of the Voyager band drank beer while engaging in a conversation as if no one were around.

The drummer sat still, tapping rhythms with a drumstick single-handedly, and you could see the tentacles on everyone’s face swaying with the beat, perfectly in sync.

The drummer laid down the drumstick, saying with satisfaction, ”This batch of seeds is ripe. We can let them bloom and bear fruit.”

The guitarist boasted, ”Thanks to that suddenly appearing Erosion Dungeon. Without its mental influence on people, the extraordinary power affecting Wanghai City further, this batch of seeds might have taken another month or two to mature.”

The bassist, adjusting his instrument indifferently, said, ”They’re the last batch. Once they’re ripe, the plan can move to the second phase.”

While they spoke, the lead singer finished three bottles of beer, letting out a satisfied ”ah” from beneath his puppet mask.

”There’s nothing more satisfying than downing two bottles after a concert.”

The bassist, unhappy with the leader’s lax attitude, asked, ”Boss, what’s the next step?”

The lead singer shrugged, saying, ”We don’t have to worry about the follow-up. Why are you so anxious? This isn’t the first batch of ripe fruits. We’ve never had a problem for so many years, what’s there to worry about?”

”True.”

After chatting for a while, once they saw the audience’s newly implanted tentacles stabilize, they returned to the stage to perform again.

With an intense guitar solo as the finale, the audience awoke as if from a dream. After a brief confusion, they began to eagerly shout the band’s name.

”Voyager!”

”Voyager!”

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The audience only thought the band’s performance was so beautiful, losing track of time immersed in it. No one realized it wasn’t that time flew by, but they had lost a chunk of time.

Even after the band members left the stage, the audience was still immersed in the shock of the performance.

”Incredible, only Voyager’s music allows me to truly experience the scenes contained within the music.”

”Indeed, I felt as if I really saw the Gate of Heaven and sensed the light of the Celestial Kingdom.”

”I felt it too. This is the charm of music, the charm of metal.”

”Voyager, forever a god!”

Listening to people discussing around the bar, Wu Chang tightly pursed his lips, suppressing the urge to laugh out loud.

Was it the charm of music? That was clearly the charm of Mysticism. This music isn’t meant to be listened to; it’s full of Mysticism and sinister tricks, listen too much, and you’ll lose your mind.

As Voyager left the stage, Zhao Yan, who had rolled under the bar, finally came to.

He got up from the ground, rubbing his swollen cheek, looking at Wu Chang with confusion, ”What happened? Why does my face hurt so much?”

Wu Chang innocently replied, ”You said if you were controlled, I should punch you twice, and I punched you at least twenty times, but you still didn’t wake up.”

Zhao Yan, rubbing his cheek, felt something was off, ”In situations like this, shouldn’t you stop after realizing four or five punches don’t wake someone up?”

Wu Chang: ”You were waking intermittently, so I had no choice but to keep hitting you.”

Zhao Yan thought carefully, recalling intermittent fragments, but these fragments were filled with loud metal music in the background, making it hard to remember what exactly happened.

But precisely because he couldn’t remember, it further indicated the Night Song Bar had issues, and he hurriedly asked:

”What happened during the time I was affected?”

Wu Chang glanced around, whispering, ”Let’s talk outside.”

After Voyager left the stage, members at the site felt spiritually and physically satisfied, making the upcoming program dull and boring.

As a large number of people exited, several waiters stood at the bar door, inviting all members present to join a temporary group.

After asking a few members, they learned today’s event themed around ”Gate of Heaven” was a series of gatherings.

Night Song Bar holds similar themed series gatherings every now and then, combining four to five gatherings into a large one.

Tonight’s event began the Gate of Heaven series gatherings.

Leaving Night Song Bar, Wu Chang and Zhao Yan found a spot, where Wu Chang briefly described what happened tonight, although the details became vague and unclear.