He had felt this kind of utterly cursed misfortune before.
But ever since joining the Art Department, that feeling had become more and more frequent.
When Francisco had drawn the worst possible lot for participating in the battle, he had already felt that his bad luck had reached its peak. Yet he had never expected it to reach new heights in the most comfortable and relaxing base he had!
At that moment, beneath Huai Shi's gaze, Francisco's lips trembled, his eyes glistening with tears.
The smiling faces and encouragement of his Art Department colleagues surfaced in his mind.
He only wanted to say one thing: fuck your mother.
Those bastards had definitely cheated!
"Sorry, I... I came to the wrong place."
Calamity Musician Francisco forced out a smile and backed away. "Ahaha, I didn't expect the person in charge to still be busy. I've disturbed you, disturbed you."
He turned around and grabbed Doomsday Painter Giselle behind him, intending to make a run for it, when he heard a voice behind him that sent him plunging into an icy abyss.
"You seem to know me?"
"...Uh, ah, well, y-yes, yes, Huai Shi, right? I know you! The strongest newcomer in the Association lately, ridiculously powerful. I've heard so much about you, truly."
As he spoke, his steps grew faster and faster as he accelerated his escape.
But then Ai Qing's decisive voice rang out. "You two are participants as well, aren't you?"
"Ah, well..."
In an instant, Francisco and Giselle froze in place.
"Want to have a chat?"
Huai Shi slowly poked his head out from behind their shoulders and whispered in their ears, his voice incomparably gentle.
Like an invitation from the underworld.
Three minutes later, inside the concert hall's reception room.
Under the soft lights, the person in