Keep the Music Playing, Keep Dancing

Just as the surface of luxurious Gaia Prime lay in ruins amid blood and carnage.

Everything remained peaceful within the super member room beneath the roots of the Sun God Tree.

This was where top-tier members came to indulge themselves. Even Anunnaki staff could not disturb them. Once "Do Not Disturb" was activated, the entire area became seemingly isolated from the world—quake-resistant, pressure-resistant, high-energy-resistant, with sound waves, radio waves, and gravitational waves all blocked.

Customers could play and socialize within their private rooms. Only attendants they had brought themselves could enter.

"Prime Minister, this is bad! Pirates have breached the atmosphere!" A group of fully armed, grim-looking tentacled creatures burst into the large room on the lowest level.

The enormous tentacled creature known as the Prime Minister was controlling ninety-nine tentacles as he floated above a raised platform, like a mass of writhing noodles.

His body flickered red at times and green at others, while the air around him was filled with a strange yet delightful atmosphere.

On the platform, a group of primitive intelligent beings covered in scales, with heads resembling crocodiles, trembled as they performed some sort of dance. They chanted in simple language, expressing sorrowful emotions that clashed with the heated atmosphere of pleasure at the scene.

Each of the Tentacle Prime Minister's tentacles had latched onto a Crocodile Person. He swung ninety-nine Crocodile People around, using them as utensils to carve up a scrawny Crocodile Person at the center of the grand ritual!

The Tentacle Prime Minister's carving technique was exceptionally exquisite. He cleverly made use of the Crocodile People's physiological traits, using the sharp scales on their tails to precisely divide the ingredients according to the Golden Ratio.

He used Crocodile People to carve Crocodile People, employing techniques of exerting force that Primitive Races could