Audience Assembly · Circus

"I heard that the Chosen of God are treated differently from the other top ten players; they are personally summoned by the gods."

Zhen Xin is probably already off having a one-on-one fight with God of Merriment, trying to impersonate Zhen Yi and cause chaos?

I advise some people to be careful, lest they end up making themselves the butt of their own amusement.

[Deception] Believer may not take action, but they must never refrain from Yin-Yang.

As a few "hee-hee" sounds faded, the silent Stage seemed to have its Curtain suddenly pulled away, and it began to come alive.

"Ha, you think I'm Long Jing?"

The sneer came from the male [Deception] Believer standing at the highest point.

He was completely naked, except for a Mask covering his lower body, concealing his vital parts to prevent the book's color scheme from shifting.

With none of the top three players present, he was the one with the highest score on the field. Although this fraudster often echoed President Gong's ID in his speeches on the Ladder of Audience, he didn't seem very satisfied with President Gong being above him.

He chuckled at the crowd below, then nimbly leaped up, landing directly on the spot that belonged to Long Jing. He looked around for a moment, then frowned and muttered:

"Really didn't come?"

"That's strange. The Dragon King and that guy surnamed Zhen are considered Chosen of God, so it's understandable that they've disappeared. But where did he, a perennial runner-up, go to join in the fun?"

"?"

Longjing, who already felt that everyone was alluding to Long Jing, wanted to go out and show off his strength to these guys. But when he heard this, President Gong's eyes lit up, and he suddenly withdrew his hand from the outside of the Mask, silently hiding in the shadow of the Mask on the other side, out of everyone's sight.

In the darkness, a pair of mocking eyes gleamed eerily, like a predator waiting for its prey to make a mistake.

I'd like to see how you guys... embarrass yourselves.

The group of scammers below watched as the naked Fourth Brother jumped onto the third-ranked Mask platform without receiving any "rule punishment," their expressions varied, and then they all started to mock him.

"You're really smart. You may not be as good as President Gong on the Ladder of Audience, but you can easily take his place at the Audience Assembly."

I think you're more like Acrobat than Acrobat.

You know, this world is strange. Acrobat are like Clown, victims are like Acrobat, but who is like a victim?

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a sharp arrow whistled out from the location of the sound, instantly blasting the head of the man with the playful smile on his face to smithereens!

The arrow was incredibly fast, but unfortunately it drew no blood, because it pierced only an illusion; the true Master of Trickery had already hidden elsewhere.

Everyone was not surprised at all; on the contrary, they all said in unison that it was a pity.

The archer on the ninth Mask platform brandished his longbow and sneered defiantly, "Sorry, I thought you wanted to be the victim."

A somber voice echoed from the shadows of the eighth Mask platform.

"How dare you, Du Qiyu, make a move Audience Assembly?"

To maintain such a clear head, you must have quite a few animal tamers. If you didn't bring them all in, you'd better be careful, or you might die here.

The bandaged man touched the bow, unconcerned, and chuckled again.

"I only shot an arrow into the air, how does that count as an attack?"

Are you injured, or dead?

No, if not, then haha, what's your dog barking about?

Even if they know I'm Beast Tamer and want to pretend to be a dog to curry favor with me, do they have to be in such a hurry?

Your mother is dead.

This is not an insult, but Chen Shu.

None of the con artists who made it this far are simple characters. No one would lose control and resort to violence over a mere argument, but it's perfectly acceptable to talk before actually taking action.

The Master of Trickery, hidden in the shadows of the Mask, said with utter disdain, "How did a freak like you end up in this bunch of con artists?"

"Me, a pervert? Even if I were a pervert, could I be as perverted as someone who doesn't wear clothes?"

"?" The naked man standing on the third platform was displeased. He emphasized, "I anticipated this and took off my underwear beforehand, so I wouldn't be tricked by some people and end up with nothing left."

Who would want your underwear?

Who cares who it is?

"..."

"... You two are equally bad, but the one on top is the real liar, so what are you?"

You really think you're Beast Tamer? Bah! Go back to your Sea of Desire!

Upon hearing this, the smile on the bandaged man's face gradually froze, and he said coldly, "Investigating me? Where did you get that information?"

"From your mother's mouth," the Master of Trickery continued, still swearing, "Are you satisfied now? She also asked me to pass on a message, saying she found you a strange father down there, and even gave birth to a strange brother for you. Are you happy?"

The bandaged man shuddered, then gripped his longbow and fired three arrows at the shadows on the previous platform, laughing maniacally at the same time:

"Satisfied, of course I'm satisfied. Thank you for helping me find my parents."

Then could you please pass on a message to them for me? Tell them I saw a nice dog today, with good fur, and I'd like to take it down to keep them company!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh--"

Three arrows followed by three more. The bandaged man moved with incredible speed, and before anyone could react, countless arrows turned the Mask platform on his head into a pincushion.

He attacked while grinning maliciously, "Don't worry, I'll personally send you down there."

"Let's forget about it. I have no intention of taking your father's place."

The Master of Trickery scoffed and decisively retaliated. At this moment, he no longer cared about the still uncertain rules of the audience; there was something far more important than the rules: he couldn't let these charlatans spread the word that he was nervous.

As a result, a fight broke out Audience Assembly.

This would be an outrageous event anywhere. Other Believer had waited a whole year for the opportunity to meet the gods, but these swindlers attacked them in front of the "gods" before the audience.

But for scammers, they don't see anything wrong with this; they even think it's not abstract enough.

Because the more abstract aspects were on the surface, the [Deception] Believer of the fifth and sixth platforms conspired together, opened a betting pool on the spot, and started gambling.

The guy in seventh place wanted to join in and bet on the Master of Trickery to win, but after jumping up and checking the odds, he jumped back down.

Because the betting options didn't include who would win or lose, the two were betting on whether the Fourth Brother was wearing underwear under his Mask, and if so, what color it was.

Solid colors: 1 to 5; Patterned colors: 1 to 17; Not worn: 1 to 1.

Normal people would be guaranteed to win if they chose option 3, but there were abnormal people at the scene who bet 1.

The fifth person, who was at the opening, was very curious and asked the other person why they dared to choose number 1. The sixth person chuckled and said mysteriously, "I saw him walk through it."

"..."

The scene fell An Jing instantly.

Even the two con artists who were locked in combat stopped, and all five pairs of eyes turned to the highest third platform, where they saw the Naked Mask man standing solemnly at the edge of the Mask, addressing the crowd below:

I bet I didn't wear it.

Then he publicly removed the Mask he was wearing.

He won.

The dealer closed the betting pool, preparing to renege on their debt; Lao Liu extended his middle finger, cursing and swearing.

Only the An Jing seventh brother remained, sitting on his own Mask platform, expressionless, as if nothing had changed.

This is Audience Assembly of [Deception] Believer, an abstract circus performed by charlatans for the Lord of Grace.

Cheng Shi, who witnessed everything from behind the transparent Curtain, was dumbfounded and exclaimed how exciting it was.

He never considered that his understanding of Nothingness was too orthodox; the people around him were the true microcosm of this era.

But then again, what's the deal with that Little Seven...?

His gaze fell on the bandaged man on the Ninth Platform, who had stopped fighting. He frowned slightly. The bandages were indeed wrapped around the spot on Little Seven's face where he had been injured. So why was he still alive?

The Skinning Bone Knife is malfunctioning?

That shouldn't be the case. Or is someone impersonating Little Seven? If so, who could it be?

Cheng Shi didn't rush into action; he decided to observe further.