Volume Six: What She Lost, What I Gained - Chapter 525: A Grand Performance

Second floor of the Business Capital, inside the Olympic Pizza Arena --

"Everyone, let's get this party started!!!"

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The enormous stadium had become a sea of lights and glow sticks, with tens of thousands of incredibly enthusiastic spectators waving their glow sticks wildly below the stage, forming an artificial torrent of light. Surrounded by this torrent was a high-rise circular stage, where girls dressed in costumes that were hard to describe as cute or sexy sang and danced, their sweat glistening under the colorful spotlights, their bright smiles seemingly never fading.

I wish I could turn the clock to tomorrow.

Wait a minute, you wandering suitcase.

Don't worry about being bored without the teddy bear.

Please bring my diary.

A heart that longs to set off

No proof is needed--

Their clear, bright voices were brimming with the energy unique to young girls; they hopped and skipped like tireless little birds. The audience responded with enthusiasm, making all sorts of exaggerated gestures, their intensity undiminished even as they were drenched in sweat. If a certain pink-haired girl saw this, she would surely exclaim, "So there's wota-gei in another world too!"

3, 2, 1

Let's go!

A new journey, an extension of dreams

There are also elements that are more worth looking forward to.

A young heart fuels an unstoppable youth.

As the song reached its climax, all the spotlights shone simultaneously, instantly igniting the audience's emotions. The singing and cheers seemed to lift the roof off the stadium. The six girls on stage reunited, moving with graceful, butterfly-like steps, changing formations and striking different poses.

The first girl stood upright on the far left, the second girl raised her arms high, the third girl clasped her arms in a circle, the fourth girl knelt on one knee and raised her arms with her legs apart, the fifth girl stretched her arms and one leg to the same side, and the last girl, disregarding that she was wearing a skirt, lay on her side and raised one arm and one leg.

Each of them formed the shape of a letter, which together spelled "i".

love

"U!" The audience shouted "I love you too~~~" and threw their glow sticks at the same time, creating a rain of light inside the venue.

The girls on stage, slightly out of breath, bowed to the audience, some even blowing kisses, before turning away amidst cheers.

Buzz--

The floor in the center of the stage sank down; this was actually a lift connected to the backstage area located underground, allowing the audience to surround the stage 360° without any blind spots.

The performers just now were six of the dozens of members of HNS84. These six are at the top of the idol group under this huge entertainment company, and they are also the most expensive artist groups invited by the organizer. They can be said to be the grand finale of this joint concert held in this super luxurious stadium.

But...

"The final act" usually refers to the second to last one, while "the grand finale" is the last one.

After the six girls left the field, the huge stadium immediately became... noisy.

The noise wasn't the whispers of people anticipating the next act, nor was it discussion about the vibrant and energetic performance they had just witnessed; rather, it was the sound of a large group of people moving about.

A scene never seen at a regular concert was unfolding: even though there was still one last group left to perform, many—or rather, most—audience members were already heading home. They clearly had no interest in the final act, and many even wore expressions of disgust and disdain. This was, in principle, extremely impolite, but they left without hesitation.

But as these people left, a large new group surged in, crowding into the seats closest to the stage. They moved with great haste, as if they had been waiting for hours to finally catch the tram they were supposed to take.

Moreover, their costumes were quite distinctive, exuding a strong sense of wildness and decadence, adorned with numerous metal parts. Some wore masks and neck rings studded with spikes, while others sported tattoos of skulls, flames, and the like. Those leaving stared at them as if they were idiots, and the visitors glared back as if they were a bunch of idiots, their hostility palpable. Although the number of new entrants was less than those leaving, their imposing aura was even stronger.

Click, click, click--

All the lights went out, plunging the stadium into darkness, like the calm before a great battle. The new audience members immediately held their breath, their gazes fixed on the stage with fervent adoration.

"Nighteluveitie..."

It's unclear who started it, but someone began calling out a name in an almost delirious voice.

"Nighteluveitie... Nighteluveitie... Nighteluveitie!"

Starting from this point, the shouts grew louder and louder, with everyone calling out loudly. The voices were not uniform, but the compressed passion and power within them were extremely intense.

"Nighteluveitie! Nighteluveitie! Nighteluveitie! Nighteluveitie! Nighteluveitie!!!"

As the cheers reached their peak, a heavy mechanical sound suddenly rang out, and the elevator connecting the stage to the backstage area started up again. Although there were no lights, five figures could still be vaguely seen slowly rising onto the stage. They were all quite slender, clearly five women.

Upon seeing these five people, the audience's cheers ceased abruptly. They stared at them as if bewitched, not even blinking.

The figure at the head of the group raised her hand, and with her movement, the spotlight directly facing the stage suddenly shone on, illuminating her face. It was a woman in a nun's habit who seemed out of place among the audience, her hair neatly combed back, exuding the air of a holy nun. But upon closer inspection, one could see numerous tears, chains, belt decorations, and blood-like stains on her "nun's habit." She was also holding a guitar with faux bone carvings along its edges, and her face wore an expression as if she were looking at a bedbug.

She raised one hand above her head, making a gesture: her middle and ring fingers curled up, her index and little fingers extended, and her thumb overlapping her middle and ring fingers, while shouting—

Welcome

to Highway

Hell! You

f@king

nice

Guys!!!

It was an unbelievable scream coming from a young woman, like the long howl of a lone wolf under a crescent moon, containing a power that made every cell in your body tremble! The audience's suppressed emotions finally erupted completely; they raised their hands in the same gesture—the metal salute—and chanted the band's name with unparalleled fervor.

"""""""""""""Nighteluveitie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"""""""""""""

At that moment, all the spotlights were turned on, revealing the other four members of the band—a tall, white-haired guitarist; a gray-haired bassist with a black veil covering his face; a petite keyboardist with purple hair; and a long-haired, pink-haired drummer whose body was mostly hidden by the drums. Each member was an exceptionally beautiful woman, but their appearance was far removed from the traditional image of a "beauty," yet they possessed an indescribable and unique charm! With the appearance of all of them, the audience's emotions reached another climax. They shouted each member's name at the top of their lungs, never stopping even when their voices were hoarse!

"Lord Moon, ahh...

Xiao Wu

Great!!!!!!!"""""""

Master Sin Kill

Me!!!!!!!""""""""

"Lord Sinan, I love you!!!!!!!!!!"

"""""""""Ye-sama

Mercy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"""""""

Surrounded by the crowd, the white-haired and gray-haired women simultaneously strummed their guitars and basses, tearing apart the cheers with their ferocious bass notes that seemed to pierce the heart! Then, the pink-haired woman slammed her drumsticks down, the deep, violent drumbeats shaking the entire venue, perfectly synchronized with the guitar and bass! The purple-haired woman on the keyboard transformed the turbulent flow into a roaring waterfall, and these seemingly chaotic notes maintained an incredibly strong rhythm, as if an incomparably powerful rider had chained a lion and was riding it across the land!

I did my

time, and

I want

out! So

abusive, fate!! It

doesnt

cut, the

soul is

not so

vibrant! The

reckoning,

the

sickening!! Back

at you,

subversion!! Pseudo-sacred

with

scared

Perversion!!!!

The black-haired woman standing at the very front was the one who rode the lion. Her song was both a shackle that bound the beast and an aphrodisiac that made it even more ferocious! It was both an outpouring of emotion and a roar of a wild beast, deep and resonant, containing a tearing force. People simply couldn't imagine that such a beautiful female voice could produce such a violent effect!

"And the

rain will

kill us

all. Throw

ourselves

against

the

wall. But

no one

else can

see--"

But then, the piercing vocals suddenly softened, transforming into a lament for life itself. This shift was unexpected, yet seamless. Just when everyone thought the music would turn lyrical and sorrowful—

The

preservation

of the

martyr in

me--Psychosocial,

psychosocial

Psychosocial!!!

Psychosocial

psychosocial

Psychosocial!!!!

The torrent of sound was pulled back on track, and the repeated growls ignited the entire venue once again! The audience shouted wildly, swaying back and forth, their hands never lowering in a metal salute! Music, whether refreshing, pop, or glamorous, can't cater to every aspect of people's lives. Human emotions need an outlet, and everyone harbors a rebellious beast within them. Nighteluveitie's appearance provided them with an outlet!

Throw

ourselves

against

the

wall. But

no one

else can

see. The

preservation

of the

martyr in

me... The

limits of

the

Dead!!!

The limits

of the

Dead!!!!!!

After a final moment of respite, the black-haired lead singer ended the song with a furious roar—as the guitarist strummed the last vibrato, the entire Nighteluveitie waved to the audience, who, as if summoned by some unseen force, roared and rushed onto the stage, shouting, "Encore!"

Encore!

The shouts of "Encore!" were deafening!

But the enthusiastic audience's attempts to persuade them to stay were unsuccessful. A heavy mechanical sound rang out, and the five women descended from the center of the stage backstage, as if they had never existed at all; everything before seemed like a crazy and absurd dream.

The audience, as if waking from a dream, let out a disappointed sigh, but the sigh was immediately drowned out by a deafening roar of cheers. People shouted, jumped, and offered the highest praise to this band that had only been around for two weeks and was already facing countless controversies.

Just then--

The loudspeakers suddenly turned on, and the voice of lead singer Haoyue Tartaglia came through.