In a dim basement in Thaldarian,
John rubbed his hands together uneasily.
He had received word that Belial would contact him through the Ember Communication Spell.
The big boss directly above him was about to check on his progress.
It was hard not to feel nervous.
Even if the work had been going well, he would still be nervous. And it hadn't been going well.
He already knew how popular Jia Xiu's work had become.
It was impossible not to know.
It had become a little too famous around town over the past two days.
Because anyone who wanted to see the next episodes had to invite five more people, long lines had started forming at the exhibition venue.
There weren't nearly enough people among the original visitors to meet the demand, so people had begun contacting their friends and family.
This had driven a huge surge in visitors to the entire exhibition, far beyond expectations.
The opening hours had been extended from the original eight hours a day to ten.
What was interesting, though, was that the surge in visitors hadn't brought much of a boost to the other works. Most people spent their time waiting in line at Jia Xiu's booth, with no time to look at anything else.
All the foot traffic had been completely sucked up by Jia Xiu.
In fact, the organizers had already promised that once the competition results were tallied after three days, viewing would be opened up completely. Then people wouldn't have to wait in line for so long, and they would add more magic devices.
There would be no need to invite five more people, either. Anyone could watch the whole thing.
But that had done nothing to dampen people's enthusiasm for seeing it right now.
If you were going to