That goddamn "Little Apple" song was hardly celestial music. It did not have the kind of power that made people unable to stop listening, but one thing needed to be taken seriously: this sort of tune and song had never appeared in the Heavenly Court. Forget modern-style DJ dance tracks—even ordinary online songs were completely unlike the Heavenly Court's usual music. They had nothing in common.
People were curious creatures, and immortals were no exception. When something like this suddenly appeared, damn, it really was painful to listen to, but the key was that it was fun!
And Big Chef had taken that fun to a whole new level.
In the silent night, the song began spreading through the Heavenly Court. No one was deaf; on the contrary, their hearing was exceptionally sharp. As long as they paid the slightest attention, they could hear it clearly.
Most male immortals were drinking, because there was practically no entertainment in the Heavenly Court. Watch television? There was none. Listen to music? That required singers or musicians. Usually, only proper gods with official posts had those conditions. Ordinary immortals were just like common folk—more like farmers in the countryside. After finishing a day's work and returning home for dinner, night had fallen, and they would basically watch television before going to sleep.
They could not exactly wander the streets to enjoy night markets and nightlife. And what about immortals? They had it even worse. They did not even have television. Those who were married were better off, at least they had some exercise to do. But how were goddamn single dogs supposed to deal with it?
The heavenly soldiers were one example. Aside from those energetic men, most female immortals had no official posts. At home, they could only stare blankly in boredom,