Angela spoke.
Then she muttered under her breath, "I should've killed that guy first if I'd known."
"Huh?"
Xiao Huasheng looked at her, eyes widening.
Angela quickly resumed her professional expression and said,
"In short, this is both a hot potato and an opportunity. With it, we might be able to go further—or everything might reset to zero."
Angela continued.
"How does any of that sound like a good choice?" Xiao Huasheng's eye twitched.
At that moment, Angela laid out the numbers for Xiao Huasheng.
"From the moment you went all out and slaughtered your way through that chaotic battlefield, only five minutes actually passed."
Xiao Huasheng was startled by that.
"I was down after only five minutes?"
"Yes. You're a real five-minute woman."
"What kind of thing is that to say?"
Xiao Huasheng pouted and narrowed her eyes.
While she was hesitating, Angela proposed a possibility.
"A large part of why we could escape the Foundation was because it lacked visual coverage. If someone had been watching us the entire time, we could never have escaped the Foundation. Five minutes wouldn't be enough to do anything. In the end, our energy would still be drained, and we'd be locked away forever."
"Mm... I think so too. If someone were willing to build a massive super-prison for us, they really could keep me locked up forever. And if nobody died, if there were no souls, then once our sins were redeemed, One Sin and Hundreds of Good Deeds would lose its ability to supply energy too."
"Then we would die."
Angela placed a hand on her hip, closed her eyes, and replied quietly.
"So this really is a problem?"
As a Lobotomy Corporation player—commonly known as a Moon Project player—Xiao Huasheng had at least made it to Day 20 as a so-called "cake master."
All of a sudden, she regretted not clearing Lobotomy Corporation.
What if they encountered an Abnormality she didn't know how to deal with? Wouldn't that be a disaster?
After all, she and Angela were essentially one and the same.
Angela naturally possessed all the memories Xiao Huasheng had.
Their personalities and appearances differed, but their memories were identical.
If Angela encountered an Abnormality that Xiao Huasheng had absolutely no idea how to handle, how great a price would they have to pay to figure out its rules?
There was no tutorial here.
They had to rely entirely on themselves.
"It's fine. Go ahead without worry. If there really is no other way, I have a backup plan." Angela saw through her concerns and spoke with absolute confidence.
"What backup plan?"
Just in case, Xiao Huasheng cautiously asked.
The answer she received was completely unexpected.
"Just release the Abnormality. Throw it out."
"You can do that?"
"You threw me into the real world. When containment fails, just throw the Abnormality out. It's as simple as taking out the trash."
Angela spoke casually.
"I don't think taking out the trash is this terrifying."
But Xiao Huasheng also knew that, on this chaotic battlefield,
no matter which side won, once they discovered her, they would immediately imprison her.
And she would quickly end up in the situation Angela had predicted.
Because Xiao Huasheng couldn't last long enough, five minutes was nowhere near enough time to escape.
If that really happened, Xiao Huasheng could only wait to die.
Maybe before the next war even began, she would turn into a statue after running out of energy.
So Xiao Huasheng stopped hesitating and opened the blind box.
The moment she did, Angela and Xiao Huasheng stared at each other wide-eyed, as though they had seen something filthy.
T-01-31: Silent Orchestra Level: ALEPH [The most magnificent performance from the ruins is about to begin!] Description: "Silent Orchestra" (T-01-31) resembled a humanoid plastic mannequin within its containment unit, but it had neither legs nor arms. The place where its legs should have been was replaced by a support and a base. It wore a black-and-white outfit resembling a tailcoat. The entity inside the containment unit was merely the conductor of the "Silent Orchestra." The orchestra also consisted of four other entities resembling "Singers," but they only appeared around the conductor after the "Silent Orchestra" breached containment. This was an Abnormality that loved art and sought to perform music for the company. A conductor's duty was not merely to ensure the smooth progression of a movement, but to keep the entire orchestra in its most perfect state. On the stage, a conductor's skill and quality could be seen in just five short minutes. The instant a conductor opened the score, the performers would judge from his expression, mannerisms, and bearing whether he was qualified to lead them. Without coordination and unity between conductor and performers, the performance could never convey music's true meaning to its audience. Now, Silent Orchestra would present you with a grand performance.
Suddenly, just like the name of this Abnormality,
the two of them fell silent as well.
"WAGHHH!!"
The Orks and Khorne Daemons were locked in a brawl, and the battle only grew fiercer.
Yet one thing remained unchanged: this battle was so joyous. Whether they were killed or killed their opponents, both sides found endless delight in it.
Even the Angel from earlier was believed dead by many Orks and Khorne Daemons.
Thus, both sides attacked each other even more frantically.
Across this battlefield stretching for thousands of miles, blood and steel intertwined.
But at that moment,
a series of ill-timed notes emerged, drowning out the cries of battle.
They drowned out every shout. The battlefield, which had long since descended into madness, fell silent at this instant.
A doll dressed in a tailcoat slowly waved the baton in its hand, tracing elegant patterns through the air.
In this most extreme war, the curtain of the performance slowly rose.
Every creature fighting, preparing to fight, or even grievously wounded and on the verge of death, could not help but turn their gaze toward the center.
Its performance would be utterly spectacular.
As the curtain opened, Silent Orchestra began its slow conducting and performance.
Seeing this, Xiao Huasheng simply lay down on the ground, unwilling to move.
She had run into an old master right away. How was she supposed to serve this thing?
This is bad.
Even Angela gave that assessment.
Knowing they had no way whatsoever to contain this one, the two worked on it twice and extracted a tiny amount of energy.
When it escaped, Xiao Huasheng directly threw it out.
And so, this stunning scene came to be.
The First Movement.
The orchestra began to perform the movement of the end times.
The notes pierced the soul, as if one's entire body were drenched in blood, like an echo from the spirit.
The curtain fully opened. Silent Orchestra's conductor slowly raised a skeletal hand, and strings and brass from nowhere began to tremble in unison.
The next instant, the magnificent and beautiful Song of the Apocalypse erupted with a thunderous crash!
Beside the conductor, a Singer draped in white robes silently appeared.
It had no face, only an exquisite throat capable of singing. As the melody rose, an indescribable high note burst forth from deep within that throat, and waves of sound swept across the battlefield as though they had substance.
The Orks' war cries abruptly stopped, and the axes of the Khorne Daemons froze in midair.
They all looked toward the choir at the center, staring dazedly at the heart of the orchestra.
Some audience members had already begun screaming themselves hoarse, collapsing directly into pools of blood, drowned in boundless joy and terror.
Xiao Huasheng stared at the conductor's raised bone staff. At its tip gathered all the energy stirred up by death. The souls of those who died would help the orchestra continue its performance.
Just as she had expected.
When the First Movement ended, that alone had already inflicted irreparable damage across the entire battlefield.
The conductor's bone staff swung down sharply—
The final note exploded, and the second movement rang out simultaneously within the minds of every living thing on the battlefield.
At this moment, Slaanesh's soft laughter lingered without fading.
The Second Movement.
Living beings gradually lost their memories and became intoxicated by the orchestra's performance.
The melodious music awakened the madness buried deepest within their hearts, driving every creature capable of movement to attack all living things before them.
When the melody reached its peak, the entire battlefield became a vortex of madness.
In an instant, the entire battlefield had fallen into frenzy.
The greenskins and followers of the Blood God began slaughtering indiscriminately. Blades pierced the bodies of their own kind, yet they laughed wildly as they tore the wounds wider.
Blood splashed across the scorched earth, then rose with the rhythm into a bloody mist, condensing into twisted musical notes in midair.
Higher above, a pair of languid yet hungry eyes opened within the void.
Slaanesh's gaze soaked into the battlefield like thick honey, causing diseased pleasure to grow amid the madness of slaughter.
The pain of severed limbs became delight, and the wails of the dying were woven into the chorus.
This massacre had become a hymn offered to the God of Pleasure.
The red-haired Angel was not so fortunate.
She clutched her head, staring in shock at the Orks and Khorne Daemons slaughtering each other around her. Her eyes beheld more bloody scenes than she had seen in her entire life combined.
It seemed that after these Abnormalities escaped from Lobotomy Corporation, they possessed power countless times greater than they had inside it.
Xiao Huasheng could not help complaining.
"They basically invited an ancestor to hold a concert."
Right now, the red-haired Angel only wanted this concert to disappear so she could quickly find a way back.
This was not the Terra she wanted at all!
The Second Movement and Third Movement completed their performance together.
At this moment, the climax of the Song of the Apocalypse had arrived.
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