Chapter 74: The Weeping Theater! On the Eve of the Gala!

In the conference room, a death‑like silence.

"Qualified Person…"

Lin Wan chewed on this word that seemed to come from another world, and her mind went blank.

This…

Is it still the blue planet she's lived on for over twenty years?!

Little brain, give up thinking!

She had always thought she was just an ordinary girl with decent luck.

Using the necklace her mother gave her.

On the first day the Altar descended, she received a blue fruit that let her see the flow of energy.

With that, she directly joined the Abnormal Things Management Bureau.

That's all!

But now, these big shots from the very core of Dragon Nation's power tell her…

Wrong!

Terribly wrong!

In the whole world, only she has obtained Energy Reversal!

"I…"

Lin Wan opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

One in ten thousand?

Chosen one?

In that moment, she didn't feel honored at all…

On the contrary, she felt a bit confused.

Even…

Loneliness!

If Qualified Persons really exist.

Then in this world, might there still be other hidden monsters?

What kind of world‑shattering abilities would they have?

By comparison, my auxiliary ability that can only serve as a Humanoid Detector…

Is it too ordinary?

Too weak?

On the main seat, Fang Tian seemed to see through her thoughts and smiled gently again.

"Comrade Lin Wan, don't belittle yourself."

"First, this hypothesis, though enough to overturn our understanding of the entire Altar Era, ultimately lacks concrete proof!"

"Second, your ability has never been weak!"

Fang Tian pushed his gold‑threaded glasses.

"Have you ever thought about further stimulating it in the future?"

"For example, not just tracing residual energy, but reversing time to witness everything that happened in the past…"

"Either way, it holds irreplaceable strategic value for us in finding clues and restoring the truth!"

When his words fell silent, he said no more.

All the way here, he had been pondering one question.

Jiangcheng, it's too special!

Red Light!

More than once!

This is unheard of elsewhere!

"If Red Light signifies a higher tier…"

"Then what kind of person could cause such a phenomenon?"

Qualified Person?

Qualified Person!

…

Meanwhile.

West Suburb Slaughterhouse, bedroom.

Moonlight, like water, spilled onto Su Ming's face.

The fierce wound left by his self‑painted face mask not long ago was now only a red scar.

"It's 11 p. m., still early."

Su Ming murmured softly, his emotions unsettled.

Three gold and one red, still too perverse!

Any single one taken out could spark a blood‑soaked storm!

"Huh…"

Su Ming inhaled deeply, forcing himself to stay calm.

The scenes that unfolded today suddenly made his understanding of this world a few degrees clearer.

Guarding until the clouds part and the moon shines!

"That damned 【】…"

"First Drop of Gray Rain does not come from the sky, but from the hero's tears."

Now…

He has a new understanding of this sentence!

"My Eye of Truth cannot parse the composition of Gray Rain!"

"It's because this thing is not a product of any Rule at all!"

"Rather, it is the manifestation of a certain over‑godly big shot's own ability!"

Su Ming grinned, but his smile was ice‑cold and bone‑piercing.

What about the Blood Moon?!

That night.

Weird and treacherous, the living were tormented.

"The Blood Moon… is another big shot's method?!"

"Where on earth do these guys come from? And just how strong are they?!"

"God? Or a being above God?!"

Su Ming scratched his hair and finally shook his head with a sigh of relief.

Consider these now.

It still seems a bit far off.

However!

The other two sentences that came out of the letter…

"Those Artists are already impatient, doing the final rehearsal!"

"Especially her, she really wants to see you!"

Previously, I was at a loss.

But after performing that play tonight.

This fog has finally cleared!

"The three from Zhutian Drama Workshop…"

"Aren't they the purest, most ultimate Artists?!"

Following this logic to infer…

Before he encountered Zhutian Drama Workshop, he actually knew one!

Su Ming's mind shifted, and a ticket materialized in his hand.

Its edges are charred, and it emits an eerie Purple Light.

"Fourth Act Admission Ticket (Series Item)!"

He stared fixedly at the information on the ticket, and the altar from that time instantly flashed in his mind.

"4444!"

"Theatre of Sorrow!"

"A tragic heroine eternally looping on stage!"

"Artist… heroine… her!"

All clues at this moment linked into a single line!

The one mentioned in the letter is very likely that eternal heroine of the Theatre of Sorrow.

He previously sacrificed that photo of Xia Weiwei he despised, spat on, and burned, to obtain the Admission Ticket.

This is the Karma already sealed between him and that heroine!

So…

He has been targeted!

"No wonder! No wonder the Eye of Truth sees Karma!"

At first, he didn't really understand those two characters.

"Sacrifice is far from as simple as it appears…"

"And it even brings a damn after‑the‑fact reckoning!"

Su Ming subconsciously glanced at the date on his phone.

August 14th.

Tomorrow is the Mid‑Autumn Festival.

A day for family reunion.

Also the most suitable day to hold a grand gala!

"The final rehearsal…"

A chill rose up.

What will be performed tomorrow is not a Mid‑Autumn celebration at all.

But…

The Artists from the Theatre of Sorrow, offering to the whole world…

A formal performance!

"Alright, alright, that's how you play, huh?!"

Su Ming swallowed.

Two deadly questions lie before him.

First!

That Eternal Female Protagonist seeking him— is it a blessing or a disaster?!

Is it like tonight's Zhutian Drama Workshop, delivering a sky‑splitting extravaganza?

Or is it because the extreme hatred I felt during my sacrifice made her empathize?

Now I want to drag myself into her tragedy as a fellow‑suffering unlucky fool?!

Second!

In what form will these Artists descend tomorrow?!

Will they appear out of thin air like an altar, singing and reveling in some corner?

Or amidst the surging crowds of the Pedestrian Street, at a family reunion dinner table, at the highly‑watched evening gala…

Unleashing that world‑shocking, taboo‑defying performance?!

What to do?!

Avoid its edge?!

A flash of malice flickered in Su Ming's eyes.

He has nowhere to hide!

And he doesn't even want to hide!

"Damn..."

"Come!"

He abruptly pulled three major items from the Dimensional Reduction Warehouse—

the Abyssal Demon Dragon Egg, the Soul Dagger, and the Bloodline Unity Gu!

"I'm always warm‑hearted and hospitable!"