God of Music and an Anti-climax

Sure enough, the visitor had come with ill intent.

Accompanied by this frenzied flute music that reached straight into the depths of the human heart.

Among the kingdom's defensive forces surrounding Portsmouth Shipyard, the ordinary soldiers—most of whom had not reached Second-Order Extraordinary—found their eyelids slowly closing against their will before they collapsed with a crash.

Clang! Clang!

Even the tremendous racket of armor striking the ground failed to wake them again.

Even the handful of strong-willed soldiers gradually lost focus, swaying as though they were about to fall.

Then the group heard a series of sharper, more forceful notes.

Twang! Twang! Twang!

The sound still came from the depths of the vast Black Sea, but it was no longer something a flute could produce. It sounded more like the melody of a double bass.

Compared with the wild, agitated tune of the flute, the string music was more powerful and direct, its purpose clearer: unmistakable mockery and contempt.

Some human knowledge existed a priori, born in the brain.

Music, as an art form, could reach the root of the soul and stir emotions without engaging any intellect.

Therefore, whether they were illiterate or musically inclined, everyone still conscious could clearly sense the performer's thoughts:

"You are a pathetic slug!"

"No one will ever love you!"

"Losers have no right to breathe air!"

Then, even the soldiers who had not fallen during the first wave of flute music began to lose focus. Their eyes darted left and right, up and down, gradually slipping beyond their control.

Twang, twang, clang, clang.

What followed was even grander piano music, crashing down like a raging storm. Yet every note conveyed the most piercing ridicule.

This time, not even high-level Extraordinary people were spared.

"Ugh..."

Many Extraordinary people, including Evan's disciples, clutched their foreheads