Chapter 311: with translation of chapter title

NO．73：Back to the original starting point

Music is an art form and cultural activity, and in itself it is a form of expression.

And since it is an expression, it can also be regarded as a kind of language.

Moreover, it is even purer, more precise, and more infectious than language!

In the ancient legend of East Flame, there are often stories where a heavenly composition draws countless birds and beasts to respond; such stories occasionally receive confirmation from existences as ancient as the legend itself, and they also prove the profundity of the way of music, which is also the ultimate in communication.

But that refers purely to string music, percussion, or singing!

Not DJing.

"So I think it'd be more reliable if you hired a songstress from the Five-tone Union Association." The mercenary with a blank expression spoke, cutting off the employers' instructions.

"At least it's more reliable than DJing." He added, looking at the little horse‑eared girl not far away who was really into her "playing".

The black‑haired girl sat on the chair, swaying back and forth; the white ear muffs covering her ears made them almost stand upright, never swaying alone, only moving with her body to the rhythm.

She appeared utterly focused on capturing the rhythm beneath the monitoring speaker.

If you walked a few steps to the side, you could see the girl with her eyes slightly closed, one hand on the knob and the other on the record surface—a professional stance.

Her body's swaying also followed the drumbeat.

Without a doubt, she was DJing.

Before her was a DJ stand fully equipped with hardware.

Although he wondered why the Divine Blessing Gospel Class's church would have such equipment, after seeing the state of the Mechanical Department, Aomo no longer bothered about this.

He merely stared at this noisy, dim activity room, further lowering his auditory sensitivity.

Otherwise he himself would need ear muffs.

"How is DJing not reliable?" The C Team of the Purification Department, largely led by this armored knight, and even the one now sitting in the corner communicating with Aomo and them is him.

And the other members of the C Team were already standing with more people in the Hei'an, receiving the enveloping gorgeous colored lights from above.

Dancing, clapping, even shouting—completely like a disco scene.

It's hard to imagine this is also a scene in a room of the Divine Blessing Gospel Class; he had thought the teahouse style and mahjong office were already outrageous enough.

But here it indeed turned into that scene.

Starting from the C Team's six people, it grew as more and more individuals appeared and joined through the room's side entrance, quickly blending in; nowadays the number, at a glance, is about fifty or sixty.

And it's still increasing.

Given the spaciousness of this activity room, accommodating a hundred or so people is no problem, not even counting the row of small table partitions on their side.

Dance floor, bar—most astonishingly, people are actually beckoned over and served drinks.

By this point, even if they gave no explanation, Aomo could roughly understand.

This place is clearly an existing industry of the Divine Blessing Gospel Class, not an activity room specially prepared for the C Team of the Purification Department.

Even Miss Datuo Sun God herself is utterly familiar with this place, just like those audience members and dancers who navigate it with ease.

Among them there are even fans who shout the DJ miss's name, and when they hear those shouts, the horse‑eared girl merely steps out—half a foot—from her overly absorbed, eyes‑closed state of focusing on the music.

Yeah! The party starts now—more people, livelier, right? Let's light it up, light it up!

The so‑called half foot means she starts by opening her eyes to greet the crowd below, but the girl's hands will still rest on the knob and keys when she needs to adjust the music.

Ok~~? Let's thankspartypeople!

Uninhibited, the enthusiastic girl's declaration again drew cheers from the crowd, and in the moment of those cheers, an especially compact segment of electronic music segued into the previous music.

The splendid segue made the joy swell even more.

Datuo Sun God clearly knows how to move emotions, being quite a professional disc jockey, and at the same time, space opened up in the dance floor below.

In that space appeared several individuals who looked equally professional wota artists, waving glow sticks in the dim light to draw splendid arcs, which together with the halos above their heads formed a distinctive flair.

For races like angels that naturally possess halos and even luminous light feathers (wings), this glow‑stick dance is quite fitting.

How about it? Doesn't it feel like a power that moves the heart?

The knight suddenly asked from the side, causing Aomo to turn his head.

This man, even while here, never took off his armor or helmet, insistently making trouble for the sofa; it really doesn't seem like a hobby, but rather some unspeakable difficulty.

But at this moment he was merely asking for Aomo's opinion, and his question even carried a hint of pride.

He wasn't asking just Aomo himself; also included were Xing Jialai sitting beside Aomo, and on the other side, Meipubopang and Niyan.

Everyone found it hard to adapt to Datuo Sun God's greeting, harder still to fit into this atmosphere, so they could only sit at the corner table, looking like someone who had mistakenly walked into a hot‑pot gathering—a social anxiety case.

But if you look closely, the dragon manager and the demon mercenary obviously have nothing to do with the social‑anxiety label.

Niyan the staff member, though appearing silent and taciturn at first glance, would prove to have plenty to say if one actually went up and talked to her.

Moreover, when she spoke, she was far from lacking sincerity.

At this time she was also among the first to respond: "Amazing—even the earth is celebrating for her."

This sounded like an exaggeration, yet the demon, the dragon, and the knight all unconsciously lowered their gaze to the ground.

The fluctuations of the earth element, the echoes of earth spirits, and the feedback from the ground—each had its own way of obtaining similar proof.

The three also clearly understood that the girl, resembling a demon tribe's offspring, was the inheritor of Behemoth from another world, and her connection to the earth was always close.

But getting back to the point, such a person may have a threshold to befriend, and they usually belong to the type with few friends, yet they are likewise unrelated to social anxiety.

The only one with a social‑interaction impairment is a certain cyber horse girl—but at this moment she is gazing at the stage, her eyes shining.

She may not actually like this style, but she indeed harbors considerable admiration for the schoolmate sitting on the stage and shouting.

Turning back, Aomo, Niyan, and Xing Jialai, however, are accustomed to silence.

Or, to put it more bluntly—this place counts as the senior group.

Although each of their ages counts as young within their respective races, their personalities seem precocious, even prematurely aged, and they are out of step with the bustling tempo here.

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Although it's not impossible to learn to accept and integrate, but we definitely didn't come here for that!

「Undeniable, Miss Great Expansion Sun Goddess indeed has this infectivity, but please forgive my frankness, the categories contained in dj are vastly different from the music initially mentioned. 」

Xing Jiali Manager is quite adept at dealing with people; at such a time, he would not be so blunt, and naturally the one willing to speak like this is Aomo.

dj is not a music genre, but a profession.

dj workers are usually divided into two factions: song mixing, and the scratching faction.

And both of these are music processing forms, not music categories.

The former mixes and strings together multiple songs to create the effect of 【a very long song】; the latter, by using the hand to drag and stop or let the disc spin faster—i. e., the so-called scratching method—quickly moves the music's progress frequency band, even altering the texture of the timbre.

They are both music processors, and are mixed with a large amount of 【remodeling】 traces.

Compared to the rhythmic melodies of myth and legend, they can be said to represent the gap between ancient times and the future.

They also do not fit the allusion of 'high mountains and flowing water' at all.

How did you manage to add the Eastern and Western classical string music beauties into the mixing console and turntables?

「Mr. Lin Dun, you've already taken on the commission; could it be that you're thinking of backing out at the last minute? 」

「Of course not; I merely hope the client can truly achieve their goal. 」

An excellent Party B understands to consider Party A's interests, but there will always be Party A who regards Party B's suggestions as a flood and ferocious beast.

Of course, there may also be Party A who issued the commission but did not provide all the information.

Just like right now, this canned food—oh no, I mean this knight—speaks frankly to Aomo.

「You don't need to worry about this; frankly, the Behemoth we found is inherently different from the ordinary. 」

「Don't say it likes listening to electronic music. 」

By now, Aomo, standing in this dj dance hall, can also fully understand the meaning of that astonishment in the other's eyes when he played 《anoutofbodystate》.

Not only can the sound wave overwhelm everyone, but it also achieves an overwhelming dominance through electronic mixed tracks—Aomo feels that if he had changed the song then, these people might not have been so enthusiastic.

「Cannot say that. 」

「Then what can be done? 」

Aomo thought: Fortunately, this giant beast is not yet as hopeless as he imagined.

A Behemoth that likes listening to electronic music makes one suspect whether its creator enjoys wearing sunglasses and mixing into dance halls—what a party-goer, you're that guy from 《Holy Brother Chronicle》, right?!

「It merely especially likes the edited videos of the Mercenary King. 」

「……? 」

Aomo turned his head to look at Miss Ni Yan and Mr. Xing Jiali, once again realizing that everyone was unaware of the fact of this matter.

「Isn't that still electronic music?! 」