"We can see that our contestant number seven has undergone a tremendous change overnight. The same person, yet with hope in his heart and without hope in his heart, he presents two entirely different states of mind. Now that hope has been kindled, will Miracle arrive as promised as well? Let us wait and see."
"Of course, miracles come at a price. For contestants, everyone's votes are the greatest miracle..."
At nine the next morning, Zhao Cheng had only just entered the hall when he heard the host's flamboyant tone.
In truth, Zhao Cheng did not think highly of the host. Though the man seemed to have been helping him canvass votes in every possible way, Zhao Cheng could sense an arrogance in him. The other party did not regard people as people, but more like playthings.
However, it was said that the people on the production crew were believers of "gods" from higher dimensions—or perhaps gods themselves. There was nothing illogical about gods not treating humans as their own kind.
On the contrary, Zhao Cheng had a somewhat better impression of the first guide. Although the man's expression had barely changed at all, he gave Zhao Cheng a better feeling.
Besides, Zhao Cheng could also sense that there was something off about this host. The man was paying rather too much attention to him.
Though many thoughts ran through his mind, Zhao Cheng revealed none of them. He merely walked silently to his seat, with no intention whatsoever of following the host's rhythm and interacting with the audience.
Putting aside the viewers from the world of gods for now, the audience in this world clearly preferred contestants who acted aloof and indifferent.
Tiger King, who had arrived just over a minute before Zhao Cheng, had interacted with the viewers