Chapter 90: Global Performance! Feast!

It's not just Zhao Gang's TV.

At the same time.

Dragon Nation, even the whole world!

On streets and alleys, countless passersby are scrolling short videos…

In office buildings, the office drones are goofing off in front of their screens, watching anime…

The massive billboard in Times Square, the mobile TVs in the subway, the projectors at home…

All of them are forcibly hijacked!

First, go dark!

Then, code!

"What's going on? My phone got infected? I haven't saved the catgirl video I just watched!"

"Damn! My promotion match! I've already used my flash!"

…

All major TV stations and live‑stream platforms.

"No! All signals have been cut!"

"We've lost complete control over the channels!"

In a panic?

No!

Everyone just gives up!

Can't resist, so they just lie flat and start enjoying it!

One minute later.

All the snowflakes and noise on the screens quietly disappear.

The picture switches.

An immensely grand, splendid open‑air Theatre appears before the eyes of billions worldwide.

The stage is paved with luminous moon‑light crystal, and the backdrop is a dazzling galaxy streaming with countless stars.

Stunningly beautiful!

Immediately after.

At the very center of the stage, a massive clock made of light and shadow slowly materializes.

Everyone understands.

It's… a countdown!

Below the clock, two lines of elegant artistic lettering gradually coalesce.

【Mid‑Autumn Celebration】

【Performance start time: 12:44】!

…

At Zhao Gang's home.

The warm atmosphere at the dining table vanishes completely.

A crisis arrives!

Zhao Gang and his spouse, along with Xiao Xinghe, all stare at the TV with tense faces.

"Don't be scared, keep eating!"

Su Ming picks up a piece of braised pork, his expression calm.

It is now 12:40 PM.

Only four minutes left!

12:44!

It matches perfectly with 【4444】!

This wave, those guys from the Theatre of Sorrow…

Directly reveals!

…

Time passes.

Online, after the initial panic, other voices emerge.

【Brothers, I feel like these are the new kids from the altar? Mid‑Autumn special edition?!】

【No kidding, the stage effects are truly awesome, unbeatable worldwide? The Palace of Guanghan itself!】

【Just for fun!】

Human adaptability.

Is a talent etched in the genes!

…

【12:44】!

To the second, no error.

The countdown hits zero.

From the brilliant galactic backdrop, two figures emerge.

A man and a woman, dressed in retro, splendid formal wear, with handsome features.

The man bows slightly, his voice magnetic.

"In the wasteland of time, we are solitary travelers."

The woman lifts her skirt and bows, her voice sweet.

"In the long river of destiny, we are silent spectators."

The two speak in unison.

"Today, we are honored to invite you all to jointly enjoy the joys and sorrows performed together by twelve Artists!"

"Mid‑Autumn celebration, now begins!"

As the words fall, the two silhouettes gradually fade.

The spotlights flare up.

A magician dressed in a tailcoat and wearing a top hat steps onto the stage.

"Is the first act a magic trick?!"

Su Ming squints slightly.

On the TV, the magician snaps his fingers.

Countless white doves fly out from his empty sleeves.

Then they turn into a sky of stardust, merging into the brilliant galaxy behind.

【Whoa! Opening thunderbolt! This effect must be billed per second?】

【Report, commander! I want to learn this!】

On the forum, countless people comment in real time.

The magician doesn't stop; he pinches a budding rose between his fingertips and gives it a gentle shake.

The rose blooms, its petal edges still dusted with tiny starlight.

But the next second it withers rapidly, turning into flying ash.

He grabs at the air in a futile gesture.

The delicate rose reappears in his palm, intact!

The bullet comments go wild.

【What the hell is this magic? It's clearly sorcery!】

【666! They really didn't even perform!】

Before the magician's afterglow dissipates, a shirtless man carrying a half‑person‑tall raw jade steps onto the stage.

The carving knife in his hand flutters, stone chips falling like snow.

A few minutes later, a Moon God Bathing Statue appears before the Audience.

Its gaze is mournful, lifelike!

Before the crowd can recover, piano notes spread without warning.

A silver‑haired musician has somehow taken a seat at the center of the stage.

Fingers lightly brush the strings—

It evokes the grandeur of ten thousand troops galloping across a prairie.

The sound of hooves and wind blend together!

But the next note suddenly softens.

A babbling brook!

At the same time, a painter clad in a loose long robe stands before the canvas, his face hidden in shadow.

He lifts his hand, splashing ink; black and white spread across the canvas.

In but a moment, he paints countless mountains and rivers!

Later, the Artists appear one after another!

The hilarious Clown, the light‑footed dancer, the poet reciting verses, the craftsman manipulating puppets…

Spectacular, shocking!

The global Audience is utterly immersed!

【Please! Bring more acts! It's my first time watching a performance and I'm so captivated!】

【The gala? Even dogs won't watch! Dogs don't watch, I do!】

This is… a feast!

At Zhao Gang's home.

Su Ming leans against the chair back, his expression unchanged.

Inside, however, his heart grows ever colder!

The current acts have taken art to the extreme!

This indicates…

The appearing Artists are all masters of their craft!

At that moment.

On the stage, light and shadow flow.

The two handsome hosts from the beginning smile and appear again.

"Dear Audience, does the spectacular performance leave you lingering unwillingly?"

"But please do not depart; the feast of art has only just begun."

The two look toward the camera together!

That gaze seems able to pierce the screen and see every viewer!

"Life is a play, and play is life."

"Next, we sincerely invite you all…"

"Join us in painting the most beautiful Mid‑Autumn scroll!"

The words fell.

Snowflakes reappeared on all the screens!

Gone?!

But the next moment!

The sky over the world instantly turned black, no daylight visible!

A bright full moon burst out from the clouds and mist!

"Sss!"

Su Ming's pupils contracted sharply, and he sprang up from his seat.

He seemed to understand!

"A drama usually has four acts..."

"Beginning, development, Climax, ending!"

"This is only... the beginning!"

The two hosts announced that today's show is "Sadness, Joy, Separation, Union"!

And now...

Only the "Joy" appears!

In other words...

This is showcasing pre‑war strength!

"Theatre of Sorrow"'s specialty, "Sadness", hasn't even begun!

"I counted just now, very clearly..."

"There are ten Artists and ten types of performances!"

"Magician! Sculptor! Musician! Painter! Dancer! Poet! Clown! Artisan! Calligrapher! Conductor!"

Su Ming felt a bit parched and hoarse.

"It was said at the start..."

"There were as many as twelve Artists!"

"And... there were two hidden!"