The Devil’s Cage

“You terrified them just now.”

“They are saying that they saw a man-eating beast just now.”

“Let us reintroduce, Lyn Amie.”

Back in the dressing room, the makeup artist extended his hand to Kieran again. Kieran slightly shook the hand and leaned back on his chair.

Since this makeup artist, Lyn Amie, already knew his name, he had no need to introduce himself.

“Are all the shamans this cold?” Lyn Amie sat beside Kieran like he was very familiar with him and asked with a smile.

“Almost,” Kieran replied in a vague manner.

In his memory, he never actually meet a lot of shamans though, if he were to list out one, it would definitely be the God of Earth.

Was she cold?

Not really, but she liked to ignore people. Other than what she was interested in, she would ignore everything else.

As for infuriating others because of her attitude?

She would still continue to ignore them, and if someone dared to challenge her?

That someone would soon know the harshness of the world

Thinking about the God of Earth, whom Kieran hadn’t seen for a really long time, he fell into deep thought.

Nikorei could be considered as his teacher in certain aspects, although she only treated Kieran as her assistant, she did her part in teaching him.

Since she taught like a teacher, she would be known as his teacher; it was what Kieran assumed.

As for Nikorei herself?

She would probably ignore him as well, just like she wouldn’t show any expression when Kieran appeared on TV as a shaman.

Nikorei was so powerful that she shouldn’t even exist in the mortal realm. Thus it had destined her to be different from the masses.

However, Kieran couldn’t do that. He must think about how to solve the problems before his eyes.

“Let enough people know about the ‘real world’?”

Kieran was pondering upon his main mission.

No doubt, the TV reality show was a good chance, but it didn’t mean he had to show any transcendent power in front of the camera.

Aside from the fact that with his current power level, he couldn’t achieve anything astonishing, even if he did, he would reconsider it with caution if he didn’t want to go against the ‘whole world’ alone.

The background of the dungeon world already told him this era of the society was freed from the transcendent and mystical state.

Even a scholar like Herbert would be altered into something entirely different, let alone the Nights, Mutants, and Royals.

A thousand years was too long for humans that have an average lifespan of 80 years.

It was so long that the current society genuinely believed in the drastically altered history that was written by the victors

Under such circumstances, it was tough for him to voice the truth.

In simpler words, he would have to go against the whole dungeon world.

Had he maintained his powers and brought his equipment with him, he still had slim confidence in catching the enemy off guard like a clap of thunder, hence telling most of the people what the ‘world’ really is.

But now?

He had to plan it step by step, and he was quite concerned on a particular point—

“Is this main mission the original main mission?”

“Or it changed because of the external intervention?”

“If it’s the latter…”

“I have to reevaluate things,” Kieran thought quietly.

Lyn Amie, the makeup artist, didn’t leave Kieran though, he sat beside Kieran quietly and waited for a reply.

Almost 10 minutes later, when Kieran came back to his senses, he realized that Lyn Amie was still here.

He frowned unconsciously. He wasn’t used to talking with Lyn Amie, though.

He didn’t mean anything else; neither was there any sense of discrimination.

Kieran’s personality had determined that he would show vigilance towards any stranger, including the ladylike man before him, especially when Lyn Amie showed unconditional kindness and patience. It raised Kieran’s vigilance higher.

“Is there anything else?” Kieran asked.

“Work!”

“You’ve cleared the first stage beautifully, my dear. In the second stage, you will attract even more attention, so the show director will surely tell the cameraman to give you more close up shots. So, I think you really need some makeup,” Lyn Amie pointed at Kieran’s face.

He was as patient as usual, and Kieran was as stubborn as always.

“No need.” Kieran shook his head.

“You are really something different!”

“The other participants wished they can have plastic surgery before they go up to the camera. They even took their most expensive shirts to present themselves well .”

“And you? Not just simple in dressing but also insisted on your… disadvantage—I am not saying you are not good looking, just a little normal.”

“If you didn’t come for the fame, you will not be attracted by the benefits that come with it, so…”

“Can you tell me what are you doing here?” Lyn Amie looked at Kieran with a curious gaze.

“Then can you tell me why are you so curious about me?” Kieran asked back.

“A black sheep in a group of white sheep, aren’t you curious?” Lyn Amie asked back.

“I am,” Kieran replied and fell into deep thought again.

Lyn Amie looked at Kieran with shock.

It wasn’t that he never came across people who were hard to deal with; in fact, his job had determined that he would meet a lot of people who were hard to deal with.

However, they were all different from Kieran, who rejected everything.

Those other people bore intentions; they wanted more exposure to boost their popularity for money.

So, Lyn Amie could still wiggle his way around to persuade them, but Kieran?

He sighed, he was ready to give up.

However, just as Lyn Amie wanted to leave, the door to the dressing room was opened.

A kind-looking middle-aged man with glasses walked in. He was slightly chubby, not that tall, and was dressed in working attire. He also had a badge in front of his chest.

“Director Wang.” Lyn Amie greeted.

“Good afternoon, Amie.”

“You are busy?”

The man known as Director Wang asked the makeup artist with a kind tone.

“I’m finished here. If everyone is like 2567 here, I think I will lose my job very soon.”

“I’ll be on my way then.”

Lyn Amie replied with a smile, and at the same time, he tapped on Kieran’s arm as a joke.

He wasn’t that strong, but it was enough to catch Kieran’s attention.

Kieran believed he had stated his stance clear enough, and based on Lym Amie’s character, he wouldn’t have done something to disgust him.

Which meant…

Kieran turned over and looked at the kind middle-aged man.

“Hi, Candidate 2567.”

“I am the second director of the ‘Shamans’ show.”

“What do you think of the second stage that will begin soon?”

The director was asking like it was some casual chit-chat.

“I don’t know what the second stage is,” Kieran replied.

“You don’t know? Well, do you want to?.

The director’s voice somehow turned heavy.