Chapter 1530: NO.145: Only Darkness, No Fairy Tales

NO. 145: Only Darkness, No Fairy Tales

Aomo doesn't like fairy tales.

The reason I bring this up is still because he finally met the communicative NPC on stage with his teammates six minutes ago.

——but it was only temporary, lasting just two minutes.

Yes, from the initial meeting and conversation to parting unhappily, it took only two minutes.

Although this kind of not immediately attacking, yet after a short while still attacking, feels like the failure of rhetoric leading to battle due to choosing the wrong dialogue branch, but Aomo also doesn't think his group could truly avoid this combat.

After all, this is ultimately not a tabletop RPG, but a drama.

What is drama? Drama is when someone has written a script and performs it step by step.

Even if the theater itself gives the audience interactive rights to enhance immersion and participation, wildly altering the script's direction is another matter.

But this doesn't mean that some exceptionally powerful or even over-the-top audience members will have a terrible experience; evidence of this is the enemies instantly transformed from NPCs.

Aomo believes this is some kind of dynamic balancing mechanism.

Although his past leisure time isn't much, he can't be called a veteran of gaming circles, yet he indeed feels a sense of déjà vu from game memories right now.

When a player makes an abnormal choice, the system arranges an equally abnormal divine development to maintain the predetermined main storyline.

——just two short minutes.

According to the event prototype, the theater staff who were on duty at their respective posts when the incident occurred all became distorted and transformed after those two short minutes, showing distortion and mutation, yet retaining a hint of strange beauty.

Each of their designs looks carefully crafted; in a game they'd deserve elite monster treatment, yet such 'elite monsters' are all piled up before Aomo's group at once, as if the playwright has abandoned the pursuit of narrative progression and simply wants to start blowing things up explosively!

Is this a drama test?

Even if testing proves it's an unfinished product still under consideration for polishing, this level of completion is also somewhat shoddy; it can't be that this is a technical test, with official 1st, 2nd, 3rd tests and a public test still to come, can it?

Then we really need to investigate how many mobile game players are in this theater.

But before classifying these people as mobile game players, this abnormal situation also has another explanation: the dark demon god from afar who has already summoned the dark spark gun to use as a staff.

Hei'an Lujie'er.

That was the first unconventional posture to appear from the audience seats, and also the posture that rose to stand one minute before those elite monsters appeared.

Less than a minute after that, Miss Arturo and Mr. Lord, among the staff, underwent nearly uniform distortion and mutation.

It's hard not to suspect a connection between the two.

After all, this isn't reality; rather, there truly is a big hand controlling all aspects to ensure the entire work's presentation on the theatrical stage.

Therefore, just as when doing exercises one simulates the examiner's perspective to guess their thoughts, Aomo, when reviewing everything on this stage, will subconsciously simulate the creator's perspective, thereby realizing that the overall style of these enemies' forms bears some resemblance to the uncontrolled posture of the evil god's retinue.

This is recorded quite comprehensively in the illustrated electronic book popularizing youth safety knowledge, detailed enough to provide principle explanations for different directions of mutation.

Those not interested can skip it, but if one is interested, they might even find that the popular science explanation is rather detailed and complex.

Just from the evolution of a single posture's appearance, one can link to different deities' concepts, modes of existence, and the believers' own categorical preferences.

I don't know whether to say the research is thorough enough or that academic factions are overly competitive.

Nowadays, such things are probably not even wanted as watered-down papers.

Such a widespreadly shoddy reality is undoubtedly a paradise for people like Aomo who have the leisure to understand it.

Being able to take in the whole picture at a glance makes one feel that, from Cthulhu, Hastur to the like of Bog·Nicholas, they've seen it all, fully displaying the complexity of the theater staff's belief factions.

With such a staff, it's quite normal for the playwright responsible for coordinating them to dislike fairy tales.

Having already placed themselves above the disordered reality, worshipping that group of upper beings who each inherit a share of cosmic principle, such a group would naturally not wish to acknowledge the flower of order painstakingly maintained by those tiny creatures.

Whether serving as warning, guidance, or protection of a mutable world, the fairy tales crafted by adults appear to brim with whimsical, boundless childlike fun, but in fact are entirely founded upon the intellect that understands and simulates children's tastes.

That fragile vessel of order, after repeated repairs and transformations, has become today's happiness and fulfillment, a gentle, positive direction.

The concept of fairy tales also split from this, beginning to have a difference between 'fairy tale' and 'original classic fairy tale', and then extending into 'dark fairy tale', a nascent genre that modern creators have achieved to leave a deep impression.

Gentle and lenient.

That playwright disparages this point, mocking that Aomo might perhaps like fairy tales.

Not giving the latter any room to rebut, they first half-beat transformed into a twisted beast with raptor features, thereby unveiling the opening of various mutations among their colleagues.

This is simply shameless; where did this loser come from?

Aomo, holding aloft the Beta Magic Blade, could only sigh in this way, tracing out a fusion of three cards where value is king.

So he is the second.

The second super-spec combatant to rise from the audience seats, their strength is genuine and substantial compared to the theater's simulated illusions, testing the stage apparatus's strength and also serving as a response to the playwright who would likely see this scene.

He also doesn't like fairy tales, because he wields the power that makes the spirit more real, standing firm in the present at the same time...

Consistently.

There aren't that many versions, nor that many adaptations.

The users of monster cards are always facing the mirror formed by the card.

In that incomplete mirror, what is frozen is not only part of one's own emotion, but also a certain moment from the past.

At that moment, your heart is filled with that emotion.

At that moment, that emotion accumulates enough to be regarded as 'beastly nature', activating the card that condenses all information of that colossus, as if time and space reversed and the dead returned to life.

That majestic yet ferocious existence struggles free from its corpse garments, issuing from the underworld an endless roar and howl toward the living world.

He is greedy, and also regretful;

He is dark, and even more unwilling.

Solidifying an instant, yearning for eternity, that eternity should be stagnant, without hatred, conflict, or sorrow.

He is Hei'an Lujie'er, and also the symbol of Sirius.

【BGM: Golden Ecstasy】

Lifting that heavy hilt, she displays the three blazing, dark yet sharp blades surging forth; emotion resonates silently, sounding that wordless hymn, her heart has never known such fervent joy, praising the opportunity granted by this power's descent.

Facing that similarly dark posture, which had just manifested after stirring the deepest depths of her heart, that figure equally black yet filled with hatred, brimming with destructive extremity, she realizes that it is the embodiment of what she once regretted bidding farewell to, and which she hates for not being meant to exist.

They are both victim and perpetrator.

That is the Moon Chariot symbol, and also the foundation of Hei'an.