"As expected, there was a requirement for 'Mandatory Viewing.' Otherwise, the private boxes would not have been so comprehensively equipped.
On the surface, it seemed to be a punishment mechanism for rule violations, but it concealed a deeper meaning... the stage would continuously instill Performance Desire in the viewers.
Combined with the rules, three days of performances would continuously accumulate 'Performance Desire.'
I estimate that only a very small number of mentally exceptional spectators seated on the second level could survive... With Performance Desire being constantly forced into them like this, most people would inevitably take the stage voluntarily during the later stages of the performances.
Even if they tried to suppress the desire with Overwhelming Pressure, their bodies would not be able to endure it and might simply explode and die."
Since Han Dong was seated in the front row,
he had never intended to look away.
He was utterly unconcerned about the accumulation of Performance Desire. There was even a smile on his lips, as though he was greatly anticipating the upcoming circus performances.
Nor did he use his demonic eye to spy on the ringmaster. Such impolite behavior might bring about his death.
At that moment,
the ringmaster's resonant voice spread through every corner of the main venue:
"First, the Dark Dance Troupe will present the opening performance."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ringmaster struck the ground with his cane.
Thud!
Ripples spread outward from the cane strike. The Black Mist diffused across the stage seemed to awaken and began nurturing some form of life.
The light focused solely on the ringmaster shifted into a dim glow that covered the entire stage.
As the light spread, the ringmaster himself vanished.
Gradually,
gracefully shaped women slowly rose from the Black Mist, performing flawless Flexible Body Dance