Ye Buyu raised her gun with a wooden expression and blew apart the robot that was still twitching.
The enormous projection dissolved into static and vanished.
The Narrator sighed regretfully. "What a shame. It seems she isn't willing to say much to us. True to her name, Buyu-no words."
The contestants and early-arriving spectators felt a chill. That joke had been painfully cold.
The backstage staff looked at Qin Yue helplessly.
"General Qin, are we really going to let these Narrators run wild?"
Qin Yue remained silent for a long time before slowly covering his face.
He was the person in charge of organizing this Awakened League. He had volunteered, hoping to analyze the [Withered Glory Theatre]'s intentions and plans through their actions.
But now it seemed these Narrators were simply toxic fans who only cared about Hold Up the Heavens.
"Keep going. Don't be misled by their outward behavior. Watch these Narrators closely, especially when they interact with Hold Up the Heavens members. Stay sharp."
Having been screwed over, Ye Buyu was agonizing over whether to withdraw or beat the Narrator to death and then withdraw.
"Are they sick in the head? What did I ever do to offend the [Withered Glory Theatre]? They keep making everyone hate me. First Calamities, now humans in the Present World. If you're sick, see a doctor. Could you stop coming out and ruining people's lives?"
Ye Buyu paced in furious circles, holding her Numbered Token, unable to decide whether to throw it away.
Just as she was agonizing over it, the ceremonial cannons boomed again.
"Fuck, again?"
The next second, Kou Ying's bewildered face appeared in the center.
His hair was no longer a tangled mess and had clearly been groomed. His pitch-black eyes were filled with incomprehension at reality.
"Why is