A Boy Clutches a Broken Lyre and Plays for Freedom, Summoning a Wind Spirit! Tang San: It's a Rebel!

Bei Bei, He Caitou, Xu Sanshi, Xiao Xiao, and the others exchanged glances. They couldn't imagine what it would be like to live in a place where it was hard even to stand upright, and where you had to shout just to speak.

"If it were me, I'd rather freeze to death in the blizzard outside," Xiao Xiao whispered.

The scene continued to unfold.

The people never stopped resisting. They carved images of birds into the walls of the High Tower with stones, yearning for freedom.

Decarabian saw them and mistakenly believed his people were depicting him, the "King of the Sky."

So he sent down even more wind as a "reward."

Beneath the High Tower, the people lit bonfires and held ceremonies, praying for the wind to calm.

Decarabian saw them and mistakenly believed they were using fire and dance to express their worship and joy.

So he made the Wind Wall even stronger in "response."

Misunderstanding after misunderstanding, each followed by another escalation.

The guardian's love became the prisoners' shackles.

Hymns of praise became cries of despair.

The people in the God Realm Central had gone from initial shock to feeling nothing but deep absurdity and sorrow.

Tian Hen, Hai Long, Lei Xiang, and the other Deities from different worlds also looked grave. They had witnessed all kinds of tyrants, some cruel, some greedy, but they had never heard of anyone like Decarabian, who committed tyrannical acts in the name of "love."

Perhaps his intentions had been good.

But his actions had created a living hell.

Just then, the scene froze on an inconspicuous corner.

In a sheltered alley, a thinly dressed boy held a battered lyre. His fingers were red with cold, yet he kept trying to pluck the strings.

The wind was too loud; the music