Chapter 1018: Performance

Accompanied by the uplifting symphony, the neat and uniform ballet girls on stage, like elegant swans, swayed their postures.

Each was a meticulously chosen girl, the solemn sacred aura on her face as if performing a holy rite.

Her lovely face was like that of the purest temple goddess.

Every movement drew the hearts and minds of all.

The tightly wrapped thighs beneath white stockings, the snow‑white, swan‑like neck, the vibrant flesh—like succulent meat—drew countless gazes.

Under countless fiery gazes, each elegant, high‑difficulty leg lift invariably stirred a commotion.

"Damn... I really want to call one down to play with..."

"These long legs, this figure... tsk tsk"

"I don't even know if they'd be like this in bed..."

Fixated on the girls' swaying figures on stage, the few Awakened Ones in the front rows pretended calm while swirling their wine cups, though their words were full of coarseness.

Their eyes locked onto the girls on stage; before those moving scenes, everything felt so impulsive.

"You're overthinking it—just look. If you really called one down, could you afford the price?"

As soon as the words fell, a nearby Second‑Level Awakened One sneered; though he spoke thus, a glint of desire shone in his eyes.

As strictly trained girls, each isolated from the outside world, they are said to be top‑tier dancers; just a few days after the Apocalypse broke out, they were taken in by interested parties, hoping to be presented as gifts at some future moment.

Compared to the women in the Safe Zone who have seen more prostitutes than the salt they've eaten, this is simply not on the same level!

Likewise, the objecting Awakened One sighed:

"A piece of blue equipment..."

"Such a high price—probably only a Third‑Level could bear it..."

"Truly enviable that great figure... Lord Tol, to win over that person, really is willing to..."

That envious look, only wishing it were himself.

Everyone has a destructive desire, the desire to destroy beautiful things. Amidst shrill screams, exchanging it for a sense of control, that feeling is straight intoxicating, especially the flawed beauty after destruction.

Spinning, leaping, the dancers soaring high seemed like white crystals blooming in crystal‑blue.

Below, hundreds of Awakened Ones were all drawn to the same point at once.

After the Apocalypse, a perfect theatrical performance was enough to let them feel peace.

That was the leisure and enjoyment before the Apocalypse.

Especially, such a top‑tier audiovisual feast.

It seemed that at this very moment they were no longer Awakened Ones licking blood from blades, nor ants struggling to survive in the corpse horde.

Everything returned to the past, to the "old era," that ordinary yet beautiful old era.

They were elegant nobles, enjoying all the finest things.

Gorgeous lights paired with carefully selected music, in the Safe Zone a power source deemed strategic material, now being squandered lavishly.

But no one felt it was not worth it.

Consuming vast manpower and material resources to sustain the orchestra, each musician and dancer's food consumption equaled that of one Awakened One, or the intake of four or five ordinary people.

No one objected.

Every era is like this.

The indulgence and waste of the upper class often have nothing to do with the lower class; even if this food were released, it could save countless lives.

Rich mansions reek of wine and meat, while on the road lie frozen corpses.

While enjoying the top‑tier visual pleasure and relaxation, each seat had fresh fruit and carefully cooked canned meat.

And that ancient Huaxia saying is precisely the truest portrayal of today.

As the performance intermission arrived, the accompaniment was switched to an aria.

The already holy atmosphere made each nearly perfect girl seem, at this moment, to be in a temple, praising the divine.

The atmosphere reached its peak.

Meanwhile, in the box, the maid who had been arranged beforehand stood respectfully behind Lin An, her delicate, gentle hand lightly resting on his shoulder and pressing gently.

She slowly lowered her body, in Lin An's view unobstructed, exposing a patch of snow‑white on her chest; her hanging hair tips swayed.

"My lord, you may now choose."

A faint, almost silent fragrance drifted from the girl.

With her seductive, silk‑like eyes yet bearing a hint of purity, the girl pressed her lips together, as if the meaning of her words encompassed herself.

Like the dancers on stage, she too had been selected; although a defective product, she was still alluring.

"As long as you wish, we can serve you at any time, even if..."

Her breath was like orchids.

As she spoke, the girl subtly brought her face close to Lin An, then slowly untied the thin strap behind her.

Under Lord Tol's orders, if she could let the mysterious Lord Rain enjoy her once, the food she earned would be enough to feed her family for a month.

In this, she didn't mind at all satisfying the youth's every preference before the crowd, no matter how hard to bear...

Meanwhile, a series of footsteps sounded from behind the private room.

Xiong Hanzi, who was happily eating fruit to aid digestion, heard the sound, turned warily, and moments later his face fell into a strange expression.

Although the maid's display was blatant, he, having experienced amoeba worms, could barely accept it.

But this scene before him truly struck a nerve.

Only see, a troupe of over twenty girls, similarly dressed to the stage girls, walked slowly in line. The only difference was that these tall girls wore only light gauze, as if one could see everything at a glance.

Such a striking sight instantly made Zhang Tie's old face flush.

"My old swan, this is playing too extravagantly."

In his panic, Xiong Hanzi had no choice but to hastily turn his head away and bury himself in devouring the fruit before him.

My good good...

Lin Dui, we've entered a fairy cave!

For some reason, Xiong Hanzi actually thought of Mo Ling at this time.

Damn it... If Mo Ling knew she and Lin Dui came to this kind of place, she'd surely go crazy.

Don't look at his rough exterior and usual carefree attitude, but given Mo Ling's perverted possessiveness toward Lin An, even he could sense it from everyday life.

If Mo Ling were here, she'd probably directly incarnate as a Necromancer Lord!?

However, at a time when anyone's desires would surge, Lin An was like a cold stone, without the slightest movement.

Even beneath that calm gaze lay a hint of icy chill, a frigid aura unconsciously emanating.

Leaning on Lin An's shoulder, the maid who had been supremely confident in her allure suddenly froze like a beast's prey.

After a moment, however, being merely a First Level, she truly couldn't endure this pressure, and hastily rose to flee.

"My... lord... if you're not satisfied..."

Her voice panicked and trembling, she couldn't understand what she had done to provoke Lin An like this.

"It has nothing to do with you."

After a moment, Lin An hoarsely opened his mouth, his eyes hinting at disappointment.

Only seen on the Savior System panel invisible to others, Lin An intently stared at a black progress bar.

"Fearful Body: compatibility 39%, first stage (20%), completed."

Below the black progress bar, a fine line of explanation appeared.

"First stage, mechanical consciousness."

"Next stage: hive-networked thought (compatibility 40%)."