After more than half a day, Lanevus found himself gradually adapting to the chaotic piano notes. Just as he began to wonder whether something had gone wrong with his aesthetic sense,
he suddenly realized that the piano's tones seemed to have become orderly!
Not only orderly—they had even begun to form a melody. Though it was still full of noise and dissonance, at least it no longer gave people headaches.
"Damn it, is this guy actually learning to play the piano?"
Lanevus began questioning his life. It was not that he was overthinking things; as a Con Sman, in order to approach targets in all sorts of situations, outstanding learning and appreciation abilities were also essential.
But Mr. V's "learning" process was simply absurd. Those chaotic tones from before, along with the noise now mixed into normal melodies, made Lanevus doubt whether Mr. V could even read sheet music.
"Damn it! Can't that guy be quiet for a while?!"
The next morning, after breakfast, the piano began echoing through the mansion once more, and Lanevus finally could not take it anymore.
It was not because Sno's playing had become chaotic again. Rather, True Creator's consciousness was stirring!
Though it differed from existing musical styles, it was still merely a normal piece of music. Yet this tune seemed to have touched some nerve, causing True Creator's previously calm consciousness to suddenly become excited.
It was not the kind of growth brought about by absorbing resentment and hatred. It was more like the feeling of suddenly focusing one's attention after hearing a familiar sound.
"Damn it! What exactly are you playing?!"
Lanevus rushed all the way to the practice room on the second floor and shouted his question. At this point, he no longer cared whether he might anger the other