"Ah, ah, ah, oh, oh, oh, hungry, hungry, hungry..."
The grand stadium had now turned into a concert venue.
The singer was naturally the freshly minted giant Ultraman.
The audience applauded one after another, tears of emotion streaming down their faces.
Everyone said that this singing was a once-in-ten-thousand-years occurrence, impossible to describe with mortal words.
"This song belongs only in Heaven; it should never have descended into the human world."
"Only Heavenly Humans are qualified to hear it. We truly do not deserve such an honor."
"O God, Your divine voice should not be heard by us ordinary mortals."
The giant Ultraman was clearly utterly absorbed in itself.
Wenren Sheng had only one feeling now: regret. Deep, profound regret.
He should never have turned Little Illusion into a lark. He had wanted to uncover her singing talent, but instead he had unleashed a Devil.
And there were also so many insincere flatterers.
When his family praised her, it was out of love. When these people praised her, it was out of fear.
After regretting it, he looked again at the gray-black aura coiling above the grand stadium. It was dissipating even faster.
What was this? Some kind of aura-reading technique?
No, it was prophecy.
Little Illusion's absurd behavior had instead made Chaos Omniscience retreat—or rather, ignore this place, because it contained only a bunch of absurd people and posed no threat.
At that moment, the middle-aged man, the doomsday prophet on the host platform, exclaimed in delight, "I see it, I see it! The world has hope! Dawn has appeared!"
"Looks like it really works." Shan Zifan had just been about to make a call when he discovered that Division Chief Luo Jinlong was already seated beside him, staring unblinkingly at Ultraman.
"I never expected something from the Inner