Rumble—
An oval gas-canister-like airship flew in from afar, spewing vast amounts of gray polluted exhaust.
Yet the revelers on the lawn seemed utterly unconcerned about the so-called pollution.
To people who had gone mad with obsession, polluted exhaust lit by colorful lamps possessed a strange kind of "beauty" as well.
The airship hovered thirty meters above a stage. From here, its appearance could already be seen clearly. Its iron shell was covered in dazzling paintwork and fitted with holographic screens.
On the screens, a girl dressed in sweet Lolita-style clothing sang and danced energetically. Above her head hung a flashing neon sign.
The words on the sign constantly changed: "Want to get up close with the 'Charm Sweetheart' group?" "Want to attend the Sweetheart Meet-and-Greet and work alongside the sweethearts?" "Sweetheart Studio sincerely invites you to join us." "Contact: XXX. Address: ..."
As the girl on the holographic screen sang and danced, the crowd surrounding the stage seemed to go mad as well, shouting "Sweetheart!" and "Sweetheart baby!"
The atmosphere was so heated that a single bucket of oil would have set it ablaze in an instant.
At that very moment.
Angel stood alone a hundred meters away, silently watching the madness on the stage ahead.
Fatty had already gone to join the Battle-Damage Party. Before leaving, however, he had kept his promise and told Angel about the other six stages nearby.
The Starlight Show, the Carnival Dance Show, the Styling Workshop, the Phantomlight Soundscape, the Future Reflection Show, and Dream Playground.
Angel had already visited the first three stages. The Starlight Show resembled a model beauty pageant, a stage for showcasing the talents of up-and-coming designers. However, the designs on that stage mostly leaned toward wasteland or futuristic styles.
The Carnival Dance Show was exactly what its name