The runaway music went every which way. The drummers played with blazing passion, the cymbal players looked like the King of Hell coming to claim lives, while the string and wind players were already having seizures and nearly died.
The choir broke out in cold sweat and looked shakily at Number Seven.
"Lady Number Seven, how about we call it off?"
They glanced at the Calamities being carried away, their calves trembling. Nobody had told them that performing in the Present World could cost them their lives!
Number Seven sighed. "The orchestra's been wiped out. Even if you wanted to sing, or the next act wanted to dance, there's nothing we can do now."
This situation had truly been unexpected. Thinking of her poisoned colleagues, Number Seven could not help covering her face. They had proven through their actions that screwing over Hold Up the Heavens brought terrible bad luck.
King, I can't complete this mission. I give up.
After composing herself, she turned toward the Contestants below the stage.
"Unfortunately, this Opening Ceremony may have to end prematurely."
These Contestants should be satisfied now, right? Skipping the Opening Ceremony and going straight to the next stage-surely no one would object. It's just a shame about the finale we prepared.
Looks like we won't get to perform it.
"End prematurely?!"
An astonished voice rang out.
Among the Contestants, someone whose eyes had gone red from blowing a horn twisted his lips into a distorted smile and pointed at the choir onstage.
"Don't you still have another act? Why aren't you performing it?"
You think you can just pull out like that? Dream on. After what you put us through, even if these Calamities die today, they're damn well dying onstage.
Someone looked at their arms, which were shaking like massage