Once the demands of these apex extraordinary beings were met, they would naturally offer satisfactory gifts. But trying to gain benefits from these supreme lifeforms was also exceedingly dangerous.
There was no need to mention the Time Thief. Once it stole away the correct choice, one's future might come to a permanent halt. The Peach Heart Theater was even more terrifying—either death, or the loss of one's freedom, becoming an employee of the theater forever.
"The Peach Heart Theater is by no means a good place." The Tree Spirit's gaze carried complexity and nostalgia. Over his long life, he had seen the Peach Heart Theater descend upon the Southern Region several times. Though the Peach Heart Theater was incomparably dangerous, just as with the Time Thief, everyone knew the dangers laid bare before them, yet there were always those who wanted to gamble that they would be among the rare few to profit.
Each time, countless extraordinary beings surged into the Peach Heart Theater one after another, but very few survived. Of those who survived and could then leave the Peach Heart Theater, even fewer could be counted on one hand.
A performance that could be called perfect? That was absolutely not merely perfection on an artistic level. It had to reach a height capable of stirring the rules of the Great Will.
And those capable of reaching that level—why would they go to the Peach Heart Theater to gamble for a way to live?
Rhein also agreed with the Tree Spirit's words. "No matter how enticing the benefits of the Peach Heart Theater are, try not to be tempted. Like the Time Thief, it is a dazzling poison."
Rhein was clearly saying this to Angel and Dodolo. In Rhein's eyes, both possessed abundant potential and promising futures; there was