William, his head wrapped in a black cloth hood, volunteered to go onstage. He secretly tore off a lump of Origin Tumor from his own backside, stuck it beneath a seat, and continued releasing the performers' "aura" to ensure that Yi Chen and the others wouldn't be exposed.
He stepped onto the stage again on trembling legs, occasionally pounding his chest along the way to muster his courage.
When he reached the lame and dispirited clown, William asked in a quavering voice:
"If I survive, I can become an employee of the circus, right?"
The Skeleton Clown hurriedly nodded, hoping the audience member who had finally volunteered wouldn't suddenly change his mind.
"Yes, yes~ I never lie. As long as you survive, you can come work at the Clown House. I'll personally train you whenever I have the time~ Of course, if you don't have a clown's talent, I can also recommend you to Poker Face."
"Thank you... I-if I'm not mistaken, once the circus devours the entire world, the audience will still have to undergo a large-scale selection, right?
"If I become a member of the circus here ahead of time, I won't need to go through the final selection, will I?"
The Skeleton Clown narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the villager in front of him, who spoke with such hesitation. "You're very clever~ You even managed to figure that out.
"How wonderful~ It's been a long time since I've met an audience member who knows how to think. I hope you survive.
"Ah~ This is such a hassle. With only ten people participating, I wonder if anyone will make it to the end. Although this isn't an official performance, the Boss will still scold me if the results aren't good.
"All right~ Everyone, you must follow