Until the longest two minutes in the Demon King's Granted Theater finally came to an end.
Lanchi and the Poet of Great Love finally completed their performance as well.
Everything onstage returned to calm.
The Poet of Great Love turned back toward Lanchi with a sly, radiant smile, then returned to his body, satisfied.
But beneath the stage, the Hellish Sound Nuclear Fusion had already been completed, and it seemed as though it would never stop.
Lanchi rose from the piano and walked to the center of the stage. Under the lights, his figure looked solitary and transcendent, while the air seemed to retain traces of the astonishing performance that had just taken place.
Amid the lingering echoes of music and song, Lanchi slowly raised his hand, then lowered his head and gave the audience a deep bow.
It was an artist's bow, filled with sincerity and gratitude.
"Thank you, students and judges, for your recognition."
The response was another wave of sound.
"Stop, Lanchi... You can still retain your human citizenship if you turn back now..."
Hughberlian covered her face with both hands and leaned against the hard back of her chair, as if a ship that had weathered a raging storm had finally reached shore.
Her voice was utterly exhausted. Her soul seemed to have endured endless torment, and the prolonged performance still left her shaken.
If she had not already had experience dealing with the Poet of Great Love and made preparations in advance to guard her mind, she might have fallen into that endless loop and been unable to escape!
And at the side of the stage.
The Music Department Director, who had originally had a neatly arranged head of silver hair and been in charge of hosting, now looked disheveled, as though he had