Global Collapse

Chapter 616! Look! This is a super ...
The audience fell silent.

This wasn't the first time they'd encountered such a situation; it was the first time they'd seen the circus's lower class performers disregard the established rules and instead attempt magic tricks.

Before they could react, Gu Mian on the stage began to slowly withdraw her hand.

When he finally pulled his hand out of the dark box, those present saw that he didn't have a note in his hand, but rather a small remote control-like device.

What's going on? I don't remember putting anything like this in the box. The host frowned as he looked at the item in Gu Mian's hand.

The audience below didn't care what Gu Mian had pulled out. They started to stir: "I came here to watch a performance, not some lowlife magic trick. Get him on the stage!"

The host didn't want to waste time with this strange, low-class person, so he glanced at the audience and gestured with his eyes.

Several people dressed as employees received the signal and began to walk towards this side.

This lower-class person seems restless, so he plans to take forceful measures to make him start playing Monopoly directly.

“It’s like this,” Gu Mian suddenly raised her voice to the audience, “I really like everyone…”

007 was a little stunned by Gu Mian's sudden and affectionate confession. She looked at the man in front of her with unease. His tone was too strange, like the calm before a storm.

The upper class, of course, wouldn't be bored by any heartfelt confessions; they just wanted to see a bloody stage, and the chaotic noise grew even louder.

"I believe everyone likes me very much, because I heard from Teacher Killing that everyone really enjoyed my performance in the killing game." Gu Mian continued her heartfelt speech on stage, and the audience fell silent for a moment upon hearing this.

"Wait, did this lowly person come from a killing game?"

"No, aren't all the survivors who win the killing game sent to that place? They couldn't possibly be at the carnival."

"Heh, maybe these lowly people are just stalling for time. They saw their comrade die and don't dare to go up."

The host's brow twitched upon hearing this.

He subconsciously looked at the teacher's seat, only to find it empty; the person who should have been sitting there was nowhere to be seen.

Looking at the empty seats, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

On stage, Gu Mian suddenly raised her hand and covered her mask: "I heard that I am everyone's white moonlight. I'm sure that as soon as you see my face, you will remember my wonderful performance in the killing game."

007 swallowed hard. She had heard of the Killing Game instance before. It was ruined by Gu Mian. How dare he say that he was her white moonlight?

The host stared intently at the hand covering the mask. He suddenly felt that the lowly person in front of him looked somewhat familiar. Looking at this familiar figure, a terrible thought arose in his mind.

With a "click," the mask was removed from the man's face, and his terrifying suspicion came true.

Sure enough it was him!

That lowlife who killed members of the Order Guard in the killing game!

How could he be here! How could he not have died in the collapsed restricted area!
At the same time, a gasp came from the audience. After Gu Mian's recollection of the previous events, everyone remembered this lowly person who had performed brilliantly in the killing game.

Most people wore expressions of fervor.

His expression was like that of a deranged killer who enjoys murder who has finally found his hidden prey.

"What he said was actually true."

"He really is the lowest of the low in that killing game."

"This is going to be fun."

There was a lot of chatter in the audience.

The two employees who came up to force Gu Mian to play the game were kicked away by him. At this moment, Gu Mian continued his passionate speech on the stage.

"I was deeply moved to hear from Teacher Killer that everyone was very sorry about my departure and missed me very much..."

He held up what he was holding as he spoke.

The audience couldn't see what he was holding, but the host next to him could see clearly what Gu Mian was holding—a palm-sized remote control with a red button in the center.

This remote control just doesn't look right!

Gu Mian, ever the considerate one, explained its purpose: "To express my gratitude, I'm going to treat everyone to a fireworks display..."

The host's heart skipped a beat, a strong sense of foreboding washing over him.

He lunged forward almost instinctively.

Gu Mian kicked aside the host who was in her way and raised her hand under his shocked gaze: "Then everyone, open your eyes wide and watch carefully."

The upper-class people below just felt that this person was a little abnormal. They saw him raise one hand and say that he wanted to release flowers. How could flowers come out of his hand?

"What's wrong with him? Did he go crazy from the killing game?"

"do not know."

Just as the audience was raising their eyebrows and discussing, a huge roar suddenly came from behind, followed by a tremendous force. The heat from behind almost threw them into the air, and some people in the rows closest to the stage even flew onto the stage.

The audience erupted in chaos.

Those who came to their senses turned to look in the direction from which the sound came, and saw that a large crater had been blown open in the ground there, clearly indicating that an explosion had just occurred.

Then, recalling what the person on stage had said about fireworks, the upper-class people, realizing what had happened, turned around in astonishment to look at the person setting off fireworks on stage.

He was seen fiddling with something that looked like a remote control in his hand, muttering something like, "This is a smart bomb," or "I hope it doesn't blow me up."

Behind him, another lowly person wearing a clown-style mask reached out and fiddled with the remote control several times with great interest. With those few fiddles, several more loud explosions came from all sides, and the unfortunate person at the center of the explosion was blown to the third floor and stuck to the window glass.

No one noticed that a short man in a pink shirt was thrown out of a window.

Even the dumbest person can now realize what's happening.

"Grab him! Grab that lowlife!"

"hateful!"

A deep sense of anger lingered in the hearts of the upper class.

They were tricked by a lowly person!

I was tricked by a low-class person who had previously swindled the Order Guard and escaped from a killing game!

Before they could catch anyone, Gu Mian pressed the remote control in her hand a few more times, this time blowing up the very center of the audience seats.

Several people took off directly from their seats and flew to Gu Mian's feet.

Gu Mian avoided their projections, glanced down at the group, and muttered, "Forgive me, forgive me." As she spoke, she frantically pressed the red button on the remote control.

Several staff members near the stage, who were further away from the audience, were also injured in the explosion, but at least they were still able to move.

They struggled to run onto the stage, trying to capture Gu Mian.

But a group of disabled people were no match for Gu Mian. After a friendly exchange, the staff members lay peacefully on the ground.

The host, who had been shouting "Catch him!" at the top of his lungs just moments before, was now silent, his face pale as he pressed himself against the wall in the corner of the stage, staring at Gu Mian with an indescribable gaze.

Gu Mian turned to look at the host and lifted her foot to walk in that direction.

But just then, a figure suddenly pounced on them.

Gu Mian's vision went black as he was suddenly embraced tightly. Then he heard a joyful voice from below: "My lord, I've caught him!"

He looked down and saw a snake-head mask. The man's head was pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around his body, their fingers interlocked tightly, and his entire body weight pressed down on him, as if afraid he would run away.

At this moment, the snake-headed mask was clinging tightly to Gu Mian, turning its head towards the host, and repeating in a boastful tone, "Sir, I've caught him! He can't move!"

The scene was somewhat comical: the upper class in the audience were blown to pieces, while on the stage, a performance of "sacrificing one's own family for the greater good" was being staged. An lower class member excitedly grabbed the instigator, while several upper class members who had been blown onto the stage and were unable to move looked up at the scene, seemingly making a silent mockery.

At this moment, Gu Mian suddenly understood Louis a little.

Seeing this, the other lower-class people on the stage were also eager to try, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they looked at Gu Mian.

Now that the upper class has been injured in the bombing, while they are unharmed, this is the perfect opportunity for them to make a name for themselves! Capture this lower-class person and they will have achieved great merit!
Seeing this, the host, who was hiding in the corner, put on a smug expression again.

But before that smug expression could last three seconds, a boning knife emerged from behind Gu Mian and stabbed right through the person holding him.

007 peeked out, retracted his knife, and looked at the snake-head mask that had slid to the ground, offering a sincere apology: "I'm so sorry..."

Seeing the sharp boning knife, the eager lower-class people stopped in their tracks.

Having finally regained his confidence, the host roared, "Go! What are you afraid of, one woman? There are dozens of you!"

As the knife was withdrawn, 007 suddenly heard a mechanical female voice in his ear—"Congratulations on gaining Louis's approval and activating the profession 'Beast Tamer'."

Next, the panel that appears in front of you.

[Instance quest completed]

[All players are about to leave this instance]

[Countdown: 10, 9...]

Gu Mian took advantage of the panel appearing to open the guitar case, and the beautiful, gleaming chainsaw dazzled everyone present.

Now, the lower-class people dared not step forward no matter what.

But Gu Mian wanted to leave a deep impression on everyone—the people on the stage saw him raise a chainsaw.

This carnival was fantastic.

The opening ceremony featured a ritual offering to the heavens by five clever and adorable children.

The opening act featured a brilliant performance by the lower classes.

During the intermission, the circus ringmaster treated everyone to a spectacular fireworks display that brought joy, and the audience jumped for joy.

The final act features the most popular Mr. Gu Mian and Ms. 007, along with a host of lower-class characters, in a heartfelt performance of "sacrificing family for the greater good" and "betrayal."

The closing ceremony featured Gu Mian's remake of "The Chainsaw Massacre," with everyone giving a great performance and screaming and yelling on stage.

The carnival ended amidst howls and cheers, with the host even shedding tears of reluctance at the end.

What a pleasant dungeon run!

Gu Mian looked at the countdown timer on the panel and smiled with relief.

Auntie is diligent again today!

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(End of this chapter)