The dark stage was bathed in dazzling beams of light, resembling stars ignited in the night sky.
As the Great Love Poet gracefully bowed with her hand on her chest, the stage lights dimmed and the melody began to play.
At the back of the stage, Lanqi lowered his head in concentration, his fingers lightly caressing the piano keys before pressing down to begin the infernal overture.
At the front of the stage, the Great Love Poet revealed an unrestrained smile, reciting with her heavenly voice.
The four mentors in the audience furrowed their brows, their gazes wandering across the stage as expressions of dissatisfaction and impatience appeared on their faces.
This seemingly weak overture was not what they wanted to hear.
However, at this moment when they had not yet figured out Lanqi's intentions,
Lanqi's left hand pressed the piano keys while his right hand, as if performing magic, continuously produced magic cards and used them directly!
They were all [Error Healing] series magic cards, filled with the essence of healing and rebirth.
Without hesitation, Lanqi decisively and resolutely applied all these healing spells to the Mutated Toxic Body of the music mentor, emphasizing the use of strong medicine to cure a stubborn illness!
Before anyone could react,
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Endless pain surged within the Mutated Toxic Body. His body began to convulse violently, as if entangled by frenzied snakes. His mouth emitted shocking screams, the sound echoing throughout the theater. The demon's roar burst forth, instantly engulfing the entire auditorium.
The Great Love Poet's enchanting voice resonated on the stage. The music, like a venomous snake, penetrated deeply into the ears of the Mutated Toxic Body. His screams grew increasingly intense, the painful emotions released like a tidal wave. He could no longer maintain rational control.
"What are you...!"
The voice of the presiding examiner came from the side of the stage. He wanted to stop Lanqi's actions but realized that the Magic Eye had not reacted at all.
This surprised him, and he immediately understood that Lanqi was not using offensive magic and had not caused any harm.
However, the scene that followed made it impossible for the presiding examiner to maintain his usual composure.
Everything changed so quickly that not a single demon present could immediately comprehend how this catastrophe had unfolded before their eyes!
"Stop it now!!"
"Have mercy on me!!!"
The voice of the Mutated Toxic Body was as shrill as a beast being torn apart in the night, wailing miserably. This painful scream possessed the strongest mental attack ability, unmatched by any demon present. All the students in the audience were struck as if by a violent electric current, clutching their heads in agony, trembling as they endured this extreme mental shock.
At this moment, on the stage, the Great Love Poet stood in the spotlight, singing with abandon. Her voice floated melodiously throughout the theater, forming a stark contrast with the Mutated Toxic Body's wails.
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But her sweet voice did not ease the situation. Instead, it amplified tenfold the "bitterness" of the emotions produced by the Mutated Toxic Body's mental attack on all the students.
The demon students couldn't take it anymore. Their wails of anguish echoed like ghosts throughout the classroom. All the demon students' minds gradually became unstable, their eyes clouded and trembling, as if everyone had gone mad.
These newly emitted sounds, like malicious curses, began to interact and torment each other, repeatedly stimulating and amplifying the painful lament in the theater.
Students tortured even more severely transmitted even more painful sounds, this suffering circulating back and forth between them. In an instant, like an avalanche or a tsunami, the theater was transformed into an endless inferno!
Lanqi had initially just dislodged a small stone, setting the entire classroom in motion. And now, this vicious cycle, like a boulder rolling down a mountain, could not be stopped!
Weaker demons, like Bachel, were already foaming at the mouth and convulsing in their seats. However, because the pain was so intense, they were quickly awakened by the nightmarish sounds echoing in the theater, continuing to join in the piercing screams.
Huberrian, even while tightly covering her ears and burying her head in her legs, constantly muttered prayers to the goddess.
If she hadn't been prepared to steady her mind against the Great Love Poet, she would probably have gone mad by now.
At the side of the stage, the originally elegant presiding teacher was stunned by this hellish scene. His face instantly changed from confident to paper-white. His once upright posture was now on the verge of collapse, his hand trembling violently against the wall as if he might collapse at any moment.
His eyes were wide with terror, unable to believe what he was witnessing.
"What are you trying to do?"
The presiding teacher's voice was almost a shout, as he had fully realized the severity of the problem with this performance.
Lanqi, standing at the center of the stage, seemed not to hear.
He continued playing the music.
He even had the leisure to explain physics knowledge as if talking to himself,
"In nuclear fusion, if the [temperature], [pressure], and [time] all reach a certain level, the heat produced can maintain the temperature to continue new nuclear fusion. This situation is called [self-sustained burning]."
His voice was like a poet's recitation, calm and profound.
Lanqi's mind was serene, as if the chaos in the theater had no effect on him whatsoever.
His eyes were only on the piano keys, his ears only hearing that one musical movement.
"You, what on earth are you talking about?!"
The presiding teacher's voice became even shriller.
He felt that Lanqi was saying something he couldn't understand, something bizarre and terrifying!
"This is the result of my studies, and the artistic concept of this performance."
Lanqi explained seriously.
Once self-sustained burning is achieved, nuclear fusion will continue to occur even without any further input of energy.
He looked around the theater, feeling that the [pressure] in this theater was already enough.
There was still over a minute left of [time] to freely use magic.
If he could take advantage of this time to add more [temperature] fiercely, perhaps he could achieve [self-sustained burning].
At that point, even if Lanqi stopped the music and did nothing, even if he recalled the Great Love Poet, this demon classroom would continue to fall into a completely perpetual cycle.
Until all four music mentors and all the demon students were burned out and lost consciousness.
Only then would this infernal musical nuclear fusion come to an end.
He believed that this performance - whether it was the emotions and shouts of the demon students, the visual and auditory effects, or the final sense of clamorous immersion as everyone fell asleep together - fully met the requirements of the four mentors from earlier.
"This should satisfy everyone, right?"
Lanqi sat at the piano, raised his head to look around, and seeing the enjoyment on the faces of the four music mentors, he felt that he had done a great service once again today.