Welcome to the Stage of Mediocrities!

Everyone fell silent.

Just as the uproar and clamor were about to engulf the entire venue, a small gesture from this Chosen of God instantly silenced the entire room.

Cheng Shi was dumbfounded, his jaw almost dropping in shock.

No, buddy!?

You're just sitting in the Grand Marshal's lap like that?

Ah?

So what, does a marshal need to bring a "little darling wife" with him when he goes to war?

Cheng Shi was stunned.

Not only him, but everyone present was stunned.

Only the distinguished-looking man sitting in the first row with Hu Wei seemed to have anticipated this. When he saw that Chen Shu had chosen Hu Wei instead of himself, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief and then slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

But to be fair, this Chosen of God of silence, with his ability to create silence, is truly astounding...

It broadened my horizons.

Amazing.

Cheng Shi found it interesting, and everyone else found it funny, but the person involved didn't think so.

Hu Wei's forehead veins bulged as he looked at Chen Shu sitting on his lap. In an instant, he drew a giant sword that was flowing with Blood and Fire. But just as he was about to make his move, the several huge crystal magic lamps on the dome suddenly went out.

Everyone's vision was plunged into darkness, leaving only the flames churning on the giant sword before them, illuminating Chen Shu's bald head and the Grand Marshal's gloomy face.

At this moment, no one cared about the relationship between the two people sitting in the front row. Everyone was shocked, and the hall was filled with gasps of surprise.

Almost everyone adopted a defensive stance to prevent anyone from causing trouble in the chaos, but due to the sheer number of people, some discordant sounds, including screams and wails, still came from certain directions.

But the biggest commotion was in the first row.

No one could see what happened there. All they saw was a streak of blood-red light flashing across the room, followed by a surge of intense heat throughout the venue.

Amidst the scorching heat, the sound of fists clashing was like the clash of metal, and the overflowing heat caused many people around to retreat in fear.

Cheng Shi felt a chill run down his spine and also leaned back a little. But this one action startled Cui Qiushi behind him so much that he almost attacked.

Cui Qiushi's heart tightened suddenly, and he gripped a small shield tightly in his hand.

Fortunately, the person in the front seat only defended and didn't make any further moves, but this reaction from the other party only made Cui Qiushi more confused.

"He never turned around, and even dared to put his back against me. Why?"

How can he be so sure I won't hurt him?

Does he know me?

No, I'm sure I've never seen him.

So... who is he? Is it him?

No, he said he would act on his own and wouldn't meet with us; it couldn't be him.

But whoever it is, Cui Qiushi will not strike first until she reveals her true malice.

He stared at the back of Cheng Shi's head in the dark for a while, then decisively moved back one seat.

Cheng Shi sensed Cui Qiushi's movement and twitched his lips speechlessly.

"..."

Oh no, I've triggered a stress reaction in the bodyguard.

But this kind of thing is hard to explain, so let's just sit here for now.

Just then, the venue, which had been plunged into darkness for a few seconds, suddenly lit up again. Several dazzling spotlights shone on the center of the Stage, illuminating a short-haired man wearing a cartoon mask and a black tuxedo.

The scene fell An Jing instantly. Whether the conflict had ended or the filth hidden in the shadows could not be brought into the light, everyone present welcomed the arrival of the "host" with a tacit silence.

Cheng Shi took the opportunity to glance forward and found that Chen Shu had disappeared at some point, and Grand Marshal Hu Wei had returned to his seat.

However, judging from his sitting posture, his feet... seem to be stepping on something.

"..."

But clearly not everyone's attention was on Hu Wei and Chen Shu. The vast majority of people were drawn to the center of the Stage, eyeing the man who had suddenly appeared and caused the chaos with suspicion.

The masked man laughed loudly, bowed deeply to the surrounding audience at a 360-degree angle, then stretched out his hands and shouted with a hint of excitement:

Good evening, welcome to the Stage of ordinary people.

With this enchanting moonlight tonight, I extend my sincerest welcome to all of you present... ordinary folks.

These words sounded like an insult, but no one in the audience refuted him. Everyone silently observed the host who stepped onto the Stage, each with their own thoughts.

The masked man seemed to enjoy the feeling of being the center of attention. He turned around gracefully, displaying his image flawlessly to everyone.

To be honest, based on his image and hosting style, as well as what he had observed in the venue, Cheng Shi could easily eliminate several Faith options for this host of unknown Faith.

Prosperity, Order, Folly, Silence.

However, this is just speculation. After all, some "silent" Believer are quite talkative, so it's not impossible that "Folly" Believer will be sociable, "Order" Believer won't maintain Order, and "prosperous" Believer won't have long hair.

Just as Cheng Shi was lost in thought, the masked host on stage continued in a high-pitched voice:

"Perhaps you have already guessed that I am the convener of this gathering of mediocre people, and also the most self-aware mediocre person among all the mediocre people present."

My surname is Gong. If you don't mind, you can call me...

"Old Gong?" a voice shouted.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The room fell silent again, but soon after, Kuku's low laughter could be heard from all around.

Cheng Shi's lips twitched, and he looked in Hu Wei's direction without any surprise.

And that "Old Gong" came from the [Silent] Chosen of God, Chen Shu, standing beneath his feet.

Yes, right under my feet.

Chen Shu was trampled under the Grand Marshal's feet without any struggle, lying face down on the ground, looking up as he spoke, his calm expression as if everything he was experiencing was perfectly normal.

But probably no one but him would think it's normal.

Cheng Shi was convinced, completely convinced.

He felt that this so-called Chosen of God was unexpectedly powerful.

Chen Shu's address of "Old Gong" silenced the masked man on stage.

He paused for a moment, then raised his hand to rub his forehead, shook his head and chuckled for a moment before quickly regaining his composure.

He looked in the direction of Chen Shu and smiled nonchalantly:

"Calling Old Gong' progress' is a bit too fast. If you're serious, you can contact me privately after the gathering. Whether you're Believer in 'Birth' or a follower of 'Filth and Decay,' I think I can do my part to support your piety."

But at this moment!

My time belongs to all the mediocre people present.

The masked man gracefully skipped over the topic of "Old Gong" with a slightly ambiguous joke, then laughed loudly and prepared to continue his speech.

To his surprise, Chen Shu had no intention of stopping. He pulled out a cell phone from somewhere, pressed the number keys with both hands, and asked again with a serious expression:

"Great! I'll write down your phone number and contact you as soon as the meeting is over."

"..."

"..."

"..."

The hall fell silent again, and the masked man stood frozen in place for a long time before turning to look at him again.

But this time he didn't reply. Instead, he looked at Grand Marshal Hu Wei with a half-smile and asked:

"I wonder if it was you, sir, who instructed him to do this?"

Hu Wei chuckled, then stomped his foot so hard that Chen Shu's face was shoved into the carpet, and said:

"I'm sorry, ever since my dog learned to talk, he's been very talkative. I'll be more careful."

The masked man paused for a long while before slowly nodding, then looked in another direction again, preparing to continue his speech.

But just then, the Chen Shu that had been stepped on interrupted his speech.

"Woof woof woof woof woof woof...!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

You're a real dog!

Cheng Shi was dumbfounded. He watched this scene with a mix of amusement and exasperation, and suddenly felt a pang of sympathy. [Silence]

Does the omnipresent Him know that His Believer are of this kind?

While other people's Chosen of God are aloof, mysterious, pontificating, or sitting comfortably behind the scenes, His Chosen of God are barking like dogs at the feet of others...

Staging something so amusing is unlikely to be the implementation of His will; it seems more like Deception would do. Therefore, God of Silence, you wouldn't happen to be...

Is this a disguised form for "Deception"?