Chapter 44: Surrounded by Song
It was simply a disaster. Ji Ma’s exhilarating and powerful singing clashed against the marble walls, both sides contending fiercely, difficult to distinguish superiority. The scene trembled, dust falling. The sound of her voice rebounded off the walls, crashing around, searching for a gap to escape.
However, the Master of Deception, responsible for securing the entrances and windows, was exceptionally competent. He even thought Ji Ma was trying to scheme, to “murder” such a “rebellious” creature, and support the Master of Sophistry.
Thus, they were highly motivated, almost sealing the Eternal Opera House completely.
The voice that could not find an exit wandered back and forth against the marble walls, the echoes sweeping through all the audience’s heads multiple times. Just a minute.
The strategist of the Tooth Fairy regretted it, repented. This fivefold demon, cold and ruthless, felt moisture in his eyes for the first time in his life, tears streaming down as he crawled on the floating platform, fists clenched, pleading to Ji Ma:
“Spare me! Spare me! For you, I can develop an invincible command system!”
Spare me! Spare me!
The people behind him from the Master of Deception, including the cautious demons, collectively pleaded:
“We have betrayed you!”
“Please have mercy! Have mercy!”
Their voices were sharp, filled with desperation.
But Ji Ma sang with increasing finesse, and among her, these demons’ simultaneous pleas were perfectly timed.
It was truly a perfect accompaniment.
Ji Ma danced joyfully, singing as she twirled. Her dance was extremely graceful, while her vocal prowess slightly surpassed her dancing.
If expressed numerically, her dancing would be rated at 90, while her singing at 110—the absolute value of the latter being higher than the former.
The singing continued.
The floating platform of the Master of Mystery was on the verge of collapse like falling leaves; some screamed while lying on the floating platform, crashing down into the dense crowd below.
A millennia-old demoness, having experienced every stimulating pleasure and suffering, could detail them in such a way that an ordinary person might find their insides revolting in just five minutes.
Yet, she cradled her face with her claws, her features contorted as she looked up and screamed: “Ah ah ah ah ah!”
“Stop singing!”
A lecherous pillager, one hand clutching his pectorals, lay on the ground, nearly coughing up blood: “I’m going to die!”
With so much suffering pouring into Ji Ma’s heart, it brought a sweet sensation, making her increasingly certain of one fact.
Singing is truly joyful; it indicates my singing ability is high, I am so impressive.
As for the masses below, crammed like sardines in a can, suffering endlessly?
What others live or die is none of my concern.
She sang more vigorously, and the strategist of the Tooth Fairy had already collapsed along with his floating platform on the stage, flames bursting from his mouth, his mind muddled, muttering:
“My sin, my sin.”
The followers of the lecherous mortal felt their insides trembling, as if wanting to escape their bodies.
Some desperately tried to puncture their eardrums, while others lay on the ground, frothing at the mouth, their eyes rolling back, fainting from ecstasy. But the moments of bliss were fleeting; after just a few seconds of fainting, they were awakened again.
Many others fled from Ji Ma, escaping the stage, their hands and claws scratching desperately at the door, leaving deep marks, shouting in despair:
“Let us out! Let us out!”
The crowd piled up at the door, stacking together as high as the ceiling.
Outside, all sorts of lecherous beings rode in on lecherous horses.
The ornately carved door was tightly shut and thick, allowing only a minimal amount of song to escape, a design ensuring that the “wonderful” sounds reached the audience’s ears as much as possible.
They lamented, knocking on the door, hoping to get inside.
The doors and windows were firmly nailed shut and reinforced with magic.
It must be that the song inside was too beautiful, hence they were not allowed in.
Damn, why did I have to be patrolling outside the city at this time?
He pressed his ear against every crevice, straining to catch the faintest sound escaping.
“What did you hear?”
“The sea witch—it feels like a saw cutting through my heart.”
“Can’t believe our old-fashioned brigade leader has such singing prowess.”
What I mean is it’s hard to listen to,
But it’s very likely that the song was not good enough and got distorted. Because a song that is unpleasing and poorly executed cannot cause such pain; it only proves her singing skills are very high.
“I really wish I could get in to see.”
They acted immediately, using their mutated claws to scratch at the door.
Ji Ma had been singing for ten minutes.
The opera house was half quiet because half of the “people” had lost consciousness.
“She wants to murder us!”
A few lecherous demonesses and pillagers, filled with rage, jumped up and rushed towards the stage, wanting to assassinate the queen.
Ji Ma didn’t even look at them; she merely raised her pitch a few notes, and they all crawled or knelt on the ground.
My voice has conquered them, not even the trained rebels were exceptions.
Ji Ma was filled with pride.
“Sing, sing, sing.”
Suddenly, a white young lecherous demoness lying on the ground opened her eyes, rapturously smiling: “So beautiful! Truly beautiful!”
“Ah ah ah!”
Accompanied by screams of agony, many of the lecherous pillagers lying on the ground suddenly transformed.
Tendrils like a dense forest emerged, quivering and enveloping their bodies in a mixture of pain and joy.
Their faces contorted as they squealed with glee: “Good! So good!”
“Very good!”
Under the torment of repeatedly fainting and waking, many lecherous beings felt an extraordinary pain, and this novel sensation greatly stimulated their already weary and dulled nerves.
In their suffering, they embraced lechery even more; extreme emotions and sensations were part of lewdness.
They stood up one after another, their faces reflecting either extreme pain or bliss, surging towards the stage, gazing up at Ji Ma, who was both singing and dancing.
At the entrance, the lecherous beings huddled together, tails and tentacles intermingling, in and out of each other, forming a large mass of flesh, eager to hear Ji Ma’s song up close.
Those lecherous demonesses used their claws to scrape the ground, propelling the large mass of flesh towards Ji Ma.
Seeing this scene brought tears to Ji Ma’s golden eyes.
Her avant-garde and sophisticated singing had finally been recognized, and by many at that.
Although they were lecherous beings, notorious for their perversion, in terms of art and appreciation levels, they were undoubtedly the highest. It proved that only those with high standards could truly appreciate her wonderful music.
The mass of flesh drew closer, the lecherous pillagers within howling and begging to stay away from Ji Ma.
Ji Ma listened, completely unbothered. Even gold may not be to everyone’s liking. It’s normal for some to dislike it; it only shows that not everyone praises her out of flattery, but from genuine feeling.
Finally, Ji Ma’s performance concluded with warm applause.
Only half the audience was able to applaud.
The strategist of the Tooth Fairy lay on the ground, like a starfish discarded on a concrete road, being roasted by the fierce sun.
Ji Ma approached and kicked him a few times: “Hey, are you still alive?”
She tipped the strategist of the Tooth Fairy over.
He slowly opened his eyes, weakly saying: “My queen, my sin.”
“Make sure to get that command system ready for me,” Ji Ma said. “This rare tranquility will not last; I need to rehearse and test the command system.”
“My queen, thank you for not killing me.”
“I personally sang for you, only to find your poor appreciation skills still view it as punishment!”
Ji Ma waved her hand, pointing at the audience below: “Look at them, every one of them is ecstatic.”
“They are lecherous, my queen.”
“Hehe.” Ji Ma said: “Next time, come again to listen.”
The strategist of the Tooth Fairy trembled on the spot.
The entrance door finally opened, and the audience surged out, feeling as if they were alive again. This novel experience made them excitedly promote Ji Ma to others, or potential victims one by one.
A crisis was averted.
Ji Ma returned, drank a glass of water to soothe her throat, feeling that the Dream Palace was almost restored.
Thinking about how everyone would gather in a few days, her mood brightened.
At that time, she must present her song.
