Magic: Reincarnate from high-voltage electricity at the start, level up independently.

Amber reached out and grabbed the edge of the black robe.

next moment.

The wide black robe slid slowly down Haino's body and floated lightly to the ground.

The black robe was removed, revealing a head of neat and short hair. His eyebrows and eyes were clear and gentle, his figure was tall and clean, and his eyes held a clear starlight that was unique to young people.

The moonlight fell silently.

Amber stood there, staring blankly at the clean face before her.

Her gaze remained fixed on the boy's face, never moving down, completely ignoring the pair of purely human legs beneath him.

I've been looking at it for too long.

Hainuo's cheeks slowly flushed red, revealing a touch of youthful shyness, and he gently lowered his head.

"Um... have you... seen enough...?"

The gentle voice pulled Amber back to reality.

She snapped out of her reverie and nodded gently.

"I've seen enough."

As soon as she finished speaking, she bent down to pick up the black robe from the ground and draped it back over Haino's shoulders.

Watching the boy's face gradually being covered by the black robe, until it finally disappeared completely into the darkness.

After confirming that the other person was completely covered up, Amber showed a look of apology and spoke softly.

"I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else. I apologize for my rudeness."

"It's alright, it's alright!"

Hainuo immediately raised his hand and waved, his tone exceptionally sincere.

"I should thank you for saving me. If it weren't for you, I would definitely be dead by now."

After a moment of silence, he suddenly looked up at Amber and asked a strange question.

"Do you care a lot about that friend of yours?"

"certainly."

Amber answered without hesitation.

"She is my best friend, and my only friend."

"So what kind of person do you think she is?"

Haino pressed on with further questions.

The cold moonlight fell on Amber's profile, outlining a deep sense of loneliness and regret.

She gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"She is pure, kind, gentle, and lovely."

His tone suddenly turned somber, filled with self-reproach.

"If only I could have stayed by her side that day, then no one could have taken her away."

"It's all my fault."

She quickly suppressed the surging emotions in her heart and looked up at Hainuo.

"I should go now, I need to continue my search for her."

"it is good."

Haino nodded slightly, without asking any further questions.

Amber leaped lightly and landed instantly on the top of the towering tree in the distance.

The evening wind howled by, carrying the desolate chill of the night, lifting the girl's skirt and casting a long, lonely shadow in the moonlight.

Hainuo looked up at the figure on the treetop, and a slight, inexplicable throbbing pain shot through his heart.

He really wanted to call out to her.

But the words were on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them back.

The boy stood there, his mind a jumble of thoughts, his mind filled with the girl's forlorn expression from just moments before.

A full minute later.

Haino managed to compose himself and looked up at the treetop again.

Empty.

He hurriedly scanned all the treetops around him.

Amber was nowhere to be seen.

She left completely.

It completely disappeared into the night.

……

Time flew by, and it was noon the next day.

The talent test, which lasted for a whole day, has finally come to an end.

This competition had a total of 100,000 participants, and after rounds of selection, only 10,000 people successfully advanced to the second round.

Of the 10,000 contestants who advanced, only three were found to have golden talent.

They are Haino, Amber, and William.

Following closely behind was the red talent, making a total of ten players appear throughout the entire tournament.

Of these ten people, only Arya was a completely unknown newcomer.

The remaining nine are all top musical geniuses who have been famous in the music world for many years.

The remaining 9,987 qualifiers all possessed excellent purple talents.

This absurd result led netizens across the internet to ridicule this year's competition as being too abstract.

This year's dark horses are so numerous and defy common sense.

The human player Haino, who appeared out of nowhere, won the first gold talent in the entire competition.

An unknown newcomer girl named Aria has discovered an extremely rare red talent.

The most incomprehensible character is Alice.

This peerless prodigy, who could invoke divine blessings, was almost universally assumed to have obtained the gold talent. However, the talent test turned out to be a complete disaster, and she only managed to get the purple talent, which was barely enough to advance.

They even blew up the test crystal ball.

The internet is abuzz with discussion about the contrasting actions of these three people.

Meanwhile, Chu Ge and Aria had already arrived at the event plaza.

The venue is the same giant plaza where the talent test was held yesterday.

The two drew new numbers for the second round.

Arya's number is 500, and Chu Ge's number is 1000.

After the first round of eliminations, the number of people in the square should have decreased significantly.

But the reality is quite the opposite.

The giant square, which was originally designed to hold a million people, was suddenly crammed with more than two million people.

The crowd was densely packed, with people piled up in layers, making it impossible to move.

The air was completely blocked, making it difficult to move or even breathe normally, let alone move one's feet.

The crowd was so dense that if someone farted in the crowd, everyone around them would suffer.

The official staff of the competition at the scene looked helpless as they watched the crowd surge, but they had no effective way to control it and could only let the crowd continue to grow.

The second round of the competition has officially begun, and the competition is called "The Power of Sound".

The rules of the competition are simple and straightforward.

Each contestant takes turns going on stage to play a piece of music, and the sound power crystal in front of them will completely absorb all the notes.

Each person has a fixed ten-minute performance time. After the performance, Crystal will automatically score the music.

The scoring is divided into six dimensions, all of which align with the core characteristics of musical power.

These are: the healing power of sound, the power of sound, the scope of sound, the purification power of sound, the defense power of sound, and the seduction power of sound.

The way of music may seem ordinary, but it is in fact the most comprehensive system of power in the world.

Whether it's offensive and defensive maneuvers, close-quarters defense, or supportive healing, crowd control and manipulation, music can be perfectly adapted to all aspects.

The function of the Sound Power Crystal is to completely digitize the intangible power of music.

All the scores of all the contestants will be clearly displayed on the screens throughout the venue and in the live broadcast room, so that everyone can see them at a glance.

There are six scoring dimensions, with each item having a maximum score of 100 points.

The advancement criteria for the second round are very lenient; a total score of 360 points across six categories is sufficient.

In terms of average score, you only need 60 points to advance.

Compared to the terrifying 90% elimination rate in the first round of talent testing, the difficulty of the Sound Power competition has been greatly reduced.

According to past statistics, the average elimination rate of the Sound Power competition is only 50%.

In other words, out of the 10,000 contestants who advanced, 5,000 will still be able to advance to the third round after the second round.

But the biggest challenge in this competition has never been the playing technique, but the environmental interference.

The Power of Sound competition adopts a format where 100 people compete on the same stage.

One hundred contestants performed on stage at the same time.

The Sound Power Crystal will only record the music of the corresponding player and will not mix up the data.

However, the contestant himself will be constantly disturbed by the music played by the ninety-nine people around him.

People who lack a firm will are easily swayed by the rhythm of others' music, disrupting their own performance and ultimately underperforming, failing to demonstrate their true abilities.

In a previous edition, there was an outrageous incident that shocked the entire music world.

One of the participating musicians was so distracted by the music around him that he became disoriented and eventually forgot his own piece.

Seeing that his score was at the bottom and he had no chance of advancing.

The musician completely lost his composure and decided to give up entirely.

He picked up his violin and left his position, going around to each of the other contestants' ears and playing loud, piercing noises to disrupt their performance, intending to eliminate them all.

The audience and staff were furious, but there was nothing they could do to stop it.

The competition rules clearly stipulate that once the competition officially begins, no staff member is allowed to enter the competition area to interfere with the athletes.

The musician's actions were completely caught in a loophole in the rules.

He was simply playing his own music; he didn't touch anyone, attack anyone, or deliberately obstruct others from playing.

Pure musical interference does not fall under the category of a foul.

The competition can only accept any result.

In the end, all ninety-nine contestants on the same stage underperformed, and none of them met the qualifying score.

All eliminated.

After the competition ended and the musician stepped off the stage, the 99 innocent contestants who had been caught in the crossfire dragged the troublemaker to a secluded corner and engaged in a private free-for-all.

Since then, no one has seen the musician again; he has completely disappeared.

He was probably beaten to death.

This incident has become the biggest dark chapter in the history of the vocal competition.

At this moment, outside the square.

Arya stared at the densely packed crowd in front of her, piled up like an ant colony, her eyelids twitching violently a few times, her face full of helplessness.

"How are we supposed to squeeze in?"

She looked up and around, trying to find a shortcut with fewer people.

But everyone around her was taller than her, and all she could see were heads.

The melodious music played by the contestants on stage was drowned out by the noisy crowd, and not a single note could be heard.

She didn't necessarily want to squeeze to the front row to watch the game.

The live stream on the phone provides a clearer and more comprehensive view than what you see in person.

What really made her anxious was the race number.

The live broadcast announced that number 300 had been called, and it would soon be number 500's turn to compete.

If she fails to go on stage in time when her name is called by the staff, she will be automatically disqualified from the competition by the system.

Thinking about this, Arya became increasingly flustered and gritted her teeth, determined to force her way into the crowd.

She took a deep breath and silently encouraged herself.

"Arya, you can do it."

"Just charge in."

For a full half minute, Arya remained motionless, unable to take a single step.

The dense crowd in front of me was unsettling.

She was terrified of being trampled by the crowd, or even crushed to death.

Arya heard yesterday that more than a dozen people died or were injured in the first round of test matches because they were too crowded.

The competition is important, but life is more important.

It would be a huge loss to injure yourself for the sake of the competition, and it would also cause your family worry and sadness.

Seeing Aria's helpless and anxious appearance, Chu Ge shook his head with a helpless smile.

She took a half step forward, preparing to use her spatial powers to teleport Arya through the crowd.

Just then, a clear roar of propellers slowly drifted over from afar.

The sound grew clearer and clearer as it approached from afar.

Chu Ge and Aria both looked up at the same time.

A private helicopter was seen flying rapidly towards the sky above the square.

Within seconds, the helicopter arrived above the two people and began its slow descent.

The propellers spun at high speed, whipping up gusts of wind and stirring up clouds of dust.

The surrounding crowd noticed the commotion and, fearing injury from falling objects and air currents, instinctively scattered in all directions.

In an instant, a clean open space was cleared.

The helicopter landed smoothly and came to a stop.

A familiar figure poked its head out from inside the cabin.

Arya recognized him at a glance, her face full of surprise.

"Clara? What brings you here?"

Clara leaped from the helicopter, landed steadily, and walked quickly to Arya with a bright smile.

"Of course, I came here specifically to watch my Arya's match."

After saying that, she turned to look at Chu Ge beside her and smiled sweetly.

"I will also watch Alice's matches carefully, and I look forward to your performance."

Thank you.

Clara reached out and grabbed Arya's wrist, leading her toward the helicopter.

He spoke as he walked.

"Don't squeeze in with the others here. Come with me to the helicopter. From the air, you can get a panoramic view of the entire stadium. When it's your turn to compete, I'll just have the pilot drop you off."

"Won't this be too much trouble for you?" Arya asked, a little embarrassed.

"It's not troublesome at all," Clara waved her hand, her tone full of anticipation.

"I'm really looking forward to you and Alice getting great results."

Although Arya was still a little shy, she did not refuse again.

The two followed Clara and boarded the private helicopter together.

The helicopter slowly took off, and the empty space that had just been cleared was instantly filled again by the surging crowd.

Many people on the ground looked up at the departing helicopter and couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.

"I'm impressed. Money really can buy you anything."

"So what if you're rich? You still can't have me."

Passersby looked at him speechlessly and couldn't help but make fun of him.

"Dude, it's one thing to say it online, but in real life, in a nationally televised, high-profile event like this, who wouldn't want to put on a show and act all high and mighty?"

"Absolutely! I'd also go watch the game from a helicopter!"

The helicopter slowly ascended, flying high into the sky in the very center of the square.

The entire arena was visible to both of them without any blind spots.

Only then did they realize that there was more than one helicopter overhead at the stadium.

Even higher below the clouds, several giant private airships are suspended.

The surface of each airship is printed with the illustrious family name.

The logos of noble and wealthy families, such as Wei, An, Su, and Ke, are particularly eye-catching.

Long banners hung below the airship, all bearing slogans wishing the family athletes a triumphant return.

Arya's gaze swept across the area and paused on the banner of the Kree family's airship.

The slogan above is straightforward and flamboyant.

"I wish my wife, Arya, the best of luck in winning the championship."

The moment Arya saw the words, her face turned bright red, and she quickly lowered her head, her ears turning completely red.

Clara moved closer to her and deliberately teased her in a low voice.

"Let me kiss you."

"Stop fooling around."

Just for a moment.

"It really won't work."

The middle-aged man in the cockpit, listening to the girls' playful conversation behind him, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

I was incredibly panicked.

This content is too daring.

Did he hear something he shouldn't have?

Will he be able to leave work safely and live to see tomorrow?

The driver was filled with anxiety.

Help me! Help me!

The playful banter inside the cabin continued, while the competition on the field progressed steadily.

Soon, the broadcast announced the match for contestant number 500, which was Arya's match.

The pilot maneuvered the helicopter to hover directly above the arena and precisely lowered Arya down.

Before landing, the two girls embraced gently.

Clara leaned close to Arya's ear, her warm breath brushing against it, her tone filled with a unique tenderness.

"Go for it, my Empress."

……

The high platform of the competition venue.

Arya landed steadily in front of her white piano chair.

The whispers and intimate embraces from just moments ago kept replaying in my mind, and the heat on my cheeks lingered, making my flushed face particularly noticeable.

The patrol staff nearby noticed her unusual behavior and quickly stepped forward to ask her in a low voice.

"Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to rest?"

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

Arya thanked her softly, then turned her head to look at Amber, who was curled up asleep on her shoulder.

The fluffy little guy lay peacefully, his little belly rising and falling gently, sleeping soundly.

My tense and panicked heart instantly calmed down.

Amber was something Arya specifically asked Chu Ge for to accompany her in the competition.

This was her first time participating in a top-level competition broadcast nationwide, watched by hundreds of millions of people, making her extremely nervous and uneasy.

Only with Amber by her side could she truly calm down.

Amber didn't care at all.

For it, it doesn't matter where it sleeps.

After a brief adjustment of their mood, the competition officially began.

Arya took a deep breath, completely clearing her mind of all the chaotic thoughts.

Fingertips gently fall, touching the cool black and white piano keys.

The clear and melodious sound of the piano flowed out slowly.

Invisible musical notes drifted in the wind, gradually flowing into the sound power crystal floating in front.

The crystal ball, which was originally completely transparent and without any luster, gradually lit up with a warm and soft light as the musical notes were continuously poured in, and was gradually activated by the music.

The smart detector connected to the side of the crystal updates Arya's vocal data in real time.

Sound Healing: 0.07

Sound power: 0.03

Sound range: 0.05

Sound Purification: 0.08

Sound Defense: 0.04

Sound Bewitchment: 0.04

This is the initial data when the music just started.

As Arya's playing reached its peak, a continuous stream of melodies flowed into the crystal.

All six data points maintained a stable and rapid upward trend.

In just one minute, all of her ratings broke through the ten mark.

Arya was completely absorbed in her performance and had no time to pay attention to the data flashing on the screen.

But the hundreds of millions of viewers in the live stream across the entire network could see it all clearly.

The screen was filled with bullet comments.

[This girl is truly talented; no wonder she has a red talent, her sonic abilities have increased so dramatically.]

[I compared all the other players in the same batch with the red talent trait, and she scored the fastest, leading by a significant margin.]

What are your predictions for the final total score?

[Previous winners of the Red Talent competition averaged around 400 points; with her speed, she's guaranteed at least 400.]

[Not only that, she's much more consistent than previous contestants of similar talent, scoring at least 420.]

The match has entered its fourth minute.

Arya's average score across the six data categories has steadily surpassed forty points.

The next player with the red talent score only averaged 37 points.

The gap isn't overwhelming, but the advantage is exceptionally clear.

Looking at the players with the most purple talents, the highest-scoring player currently has an average score of only thirty-one.

The bottom-ranked contestants had an average score of just 20 points.

Based on this trend, the bottom-ranked contestants will have an average score of at most fifty points and will definitely be eliminated.

Playing music is extremely mentally and physically demanding.

As time went by, fatigue slowly crept onto everyone's faces.

The rate at which all players gained points began to decline slowly, exhibiting a standard decreasing slope.

No one can maintain peak performance for ten minutes straight.

The sixth minute has arrived.

Arya's average score has stabilized at fifty-five.

At the current rate of increase, if she holds on for just one more minute, her average score will break through 60 points, securing her a spot in the next round.

On a helicopter at high altitude.

Clara leisurely ate potato chips while watching the live stream, constantly cheering Arya on from afar.

In the living room of the Ai family villa in the distant violin city.

Aigu sat in front of the TV, watching her daughter's steady and outstanding performance, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

The maid beside him exclaimed in genuine admiration.

"As expected of Miss Arya, I knew you would advance smoothly!"

Doubao: "Woof woof!"

The entire internet is optimistic, and everyone thinks Arya has a sure win.

On the field, there are always those who rejoice and those who grieve.

The top left corner of the arena where a hundred people competed.

A violinist was now sweating profusely with anxiety, and his composure was beginning to crumble.

Six minutes have passed.

His average score across the six data points was only 25.

Even more fatally, his score increase rate is plummeting, almost coming to a standstill.

This player is quite talented, and his skill level is consistently among the top in the competition.

They were originally guaranteed to advance.

Unfortunately, he went too far last night, secretly going to a bar and partying all night without sleeping a wink.

Today, I was exhausted from the competition, my mind was in a daze, and I was unable to concentrate on playing the piece.

"hateful!"

The violinist gripped the bow tightly, his eyes filled with madness and resentment.

"At this rate, I'll definitely be eliminated!"

"I absolutely cannot be eliminated!"

Overwhelmed by immense anxiety, he grew increasingly agitated, frantically pulling at the strings.

The more anxious you are, the more chaotic your rhythm becomes.

The music, which was originally quite smooth, suddenly became fragmented, chaotic, and jarring, and could no longer be considered music.

The slowly rising score has now frozen, no longer increasing by even 0.01 points.

My mental state completely collapsed.

boom!

A deep, resounding thud echoed throughout the stadium.

He lost control and flew into a rage, raising his violin with both hands and slamming it to the ground.

This violin is exquisitely crafted and made of top-quality materials.

Even after being subjected to heavy impacts, it did not break or break and remained intact.

Seeing the intact instrument, the contestant became even more enraged.

"Even you're going against me!"

He gritted his teeth, picked up the violin, and slammed it to the ground again.

boom!

The second heavy blow landed at an incredibly tricky angle.

The harp slammed heavily onto his mermaid tail fin.

Click.

A faint but clear sound of bone cracking rang out.

"ah--!"

Extreme pain instantly swept over his entire body.

The violinist let out a piercing scream, instantly curling up on the ground and clutching her fishtail tightly.

"My tail is broken! The bones are cracked!"

"It hurts so much! Someone help me! Take me to the hospital quickly!"

The piercing wail pierced through the noisy crowd and clearly echoed throughout the entire stadium.

Everyone in the room heard it clearly.

But no one stepped forward to help.

First of all, the competition rules are clear: staff are prohibited from going on stage to interfere until the competition is over.

Secondly, everyone in the room felt that he had only himself to blame.

This is a world where music reigns supreme.

All musicians regard their instruments as their second life and cherish them to the extreme.

Playing music anytime, anywhere—while eating, walking, or relaxing—is the norm for everyone.

However, this contestant became enraged and smashed his instrument in a fit of rage simply because he performed poorly and failed to advance.

This is the most despicable and contemptible behavior among all musicians.

No one will sympathize with a scoundrel who tramples on music and hurts his friends.

The audience's anger was instantly ignited, and shouts of abuse rose and fell.

"Get out of here! You don't deserve to be a musician!"

"Smashing your own instrument is disgusting! A complete scumbag!"

"Uncle can tolerate this! Aunt can't tolerate this! Don't stop me! Let me go up and beat him up!"

A passerby muttered a casual comment.

"Who's stopping you? Go ahead and do it!"

The audience member who had been shouting immediately fell silent in embarrassment.

The roar of angry curses drowned out all the playing sounds on stage.

It even interfered with many players who were performing steadily.

The contestants were internally ranting:

"Damn it! Stop messing with me! Wait until after my match before you start yelling!"

Surrounded and besieged by angry shouts from the audience, the violinist, who had been huddled on the ground, gradually stopped wailing.

The excruciating pain in the fish tail seemed to be suppressed by the hatred in his heart.

He slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over the composed performers on stage and then over the indignant audience below.

Extreme resentment and bitterness grew wildly in his heart.

A crazy idea quietly took shape!

"You all forced me to this..."

"Since you won't let me have an easy time, then nobody should have an easy time either."

The violinist's eyes instantly turned fierce and sinister, and his voice became hoarse and deep.

"If you won't let me advance... then everyone else in this round will be eliminated along with me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bent down to pick up the violin from the ground and walked step by step toward the nearest contestant.

Seeing that familiar movement.

The entire audience and staff felt a sudden jolt of fear, an instant sense of foreboding rising within them.

Everyone was reminded of that historical incident where all participants were eliminated on the field.

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

[Oh no! A classic scene is about to be recreated!]

[Another violinist messing up; is this competition cursed?]

[It's over, these ninety-nine people are going to be buried with us.]

[Wait... is there something wrong with the violin ancestral graves? Why are so many mentally ill people coming out of there?]

Seriously, what kind of underhanded tactic is this... I'm also crazy, I feel both pathetic and amused.

Kids, this isn't funny...

Everyone's guesses came true.

On the field.

The violinist raised his violin and held it close to the ear of a guitarist who was playing intently.

The arm pulls the bow at lightning speed.

A piercing, sharp noise exploded instantly.

The ear-piercing noise, comparable to fingernails scraping glass or chalk drawing on a blackboard, blasted straight into the guitarist's eardrums.

The extreme harshness caused the guitarist's mind to go blank for a moment.

"What the hell is that?!"

He snapped back to his senses and turned his head to see a hideous face pressing against his ear as it frantically played the violin.

The piercing noise constantly assaulted the senses.

He subconsciously glanced at his real-time score, which averaged fifty-five points.

I glanced at the remaining time of the game again; two and a half minutes.

This is enough time for him to break through 60 points and advance.

He dared not waste a second, forcibly suppressing the irritability and discomfort in his heart, gritting his teeth and continuing to pluck the strings, trying to keep the rhythm steady.

However, after this wave of forced interference, his playing rhythm was completely disrupted.

The sheet music in my mind was completely jumbled up, and my fingers were frozen on the strings, unable to move for a long time.

Seeing that the opponent couldn't stop performing, the score stopped rising.

A morbid sense of pleasure flashed in the violinist's eyes.

He knew that this contestant had no chance of advancing.

Even if they regain their form later, there simply won't be enough time left to recover the score.

Without pausing for a moment, he immediately turned and rushed toward the next contestant.

The thrill of taking revenge on everyone sent his adrenaline soaring.

My body, which was originally exhausted and depleted, was instantly filled with strength.

He was extremely fast.

Each player only needs two or three seconds of noise interference to make the opponent lose their rhythm.

He doesn't try to interfere with everyone; he only selectively chooses those players with high scores who are likely to advance.

If all those who have a chance to advance are disrupted and their chances of advancing collapse, this round will repeat the outcome of everyone being eliminated in the past.

Time flies.

The countdown on the field has only thirty seconds left.

He disrupted almost every high-scoring potential player on the field.

Finally, he stopped at Arya's piano.

At this moment, Arya was still completely absorbed in her performance.

They were completely unaware of the chaos outside, the arguments among the contestants, and the angry shouts from the audience.

Amber on her shoulder was still sleeping soundly, her little body rising and falling gently, undisturbed by any noise from the outside world.

The long hours of intense playing caused fine beads of sweat to appear on Arya's forehead and palms.

But her condition remains stable.

The score displayed on the screen had already surpassed seventy points.

Based on this data, after the competition, her total score could reach over 420 points, making her the top scorer in the entire competition.

Looking at Arya's terrifyingly high score, which was far ahead of the competition.

The violinist's jealousy and hatred reached their peak in an instant.

He stared intently at the girl's profile as she calmly played her instrument, his eyes filled with twisted resentment.

"On what grounds?"

"Why did you get such a high score?"

"I work harder than you! I study harder than you! I give it my all, why shouldn't I be the one to win!"

He knew perfectly well what was going on.

Even if they interfere with Arya's performance now, her total score has already secured her advancement, so they can't drag her down with them.

Ordinary interference is no longer meaningful.

Since we can't take her grades with us...

Then take her away.

Anyway, after the competition ends, the dozens of contestants who were eliminated because of his interference will definitely not let him off the hook.

He cannot escape his fate today.

Since we're going to die either way...

Then let's drag this genius girl with the highest score in the entire competition down with us!

A fierce killing intent suddenly erupted.

next moment.

The violinist raises his violin high with both hands.

Aiming at Arya's head, who was completely unprepared and engrossed in her performance.

He slammed it down with all his might!

"Go to hell!"