Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

He looked around and saw several people carrying cameras sitting in the front row—it seemed this talk show was going to be broadcast live.

At 7:30, the lights went out and a spotlight shone on the center of the stage.

A woman in her thirties walked onto the stage.

She was wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers, with short, neat hair; she was Jing Liyuan from the poster.

However, her opening remarks immediately made Cheng Cheng lose his composure—

"I've been thinking about a question lately—why can the throne be passed down from father to son, but the empress's position cannot be passed down from mother to daughter?"

Chapter 21, As the only person in the world to play Destiny: Immortal Crown

"I've been thinking about a question lately—why can the throne be passed down from father to son, but the empress's position cannot be passed down from mother to daughter?"

Professor Jing Liyuan's words shocked the entire audience, and even Ramses II would have to crawl out of the pyramids to give her a thumbs up.

Even so, Cheng Cheng still felt that this kind of topic was not suitable to be discussed in public; if it was to be discussed, it should be done somewhere far away.

"This is discrimination!"

No, I think it's simply a matter of genetics.

Professor Jing Liyuan continued her speech, and throughout the entire program, all she did was attack and offend; it seemed she couldn't speak without doing so.

Stand-up comedy has to be funny, but this is even less funny than making dumplings.

Cheng Cheng sighed silently, looked around, and found that the audience below the stage were laughing happily, their emotions being ignited time and time again, shouting and crying nonstop.

That must be because I'm not a good fit for the group.

Cheng Cheng was indeed not interested in this kind of topic—in his understanding, there was no conflict between the two, but there was a lot of conflict between normal people and idiots.

Anyone who can be easily provoked into conflict by a few words from others is an idiot.

The only time in his life he cared about this issue was when the second-generation game community had a big battle between Spicy Sage and Master Roshi—even so, Cheng Cheng did not participate in the discussion, but just silently opened Forbidden Paradise and looked for works with non-ML characters.

Thinking of this, Cheng Cheng lowered his head and rummaged through his sister's bag for toilet paper: "Sis, I'm going to the bathroom."

"Huh? Now?" The older sister was still immersed in the emotions, her eyes red. "The teacher was explaining so well, how could there be a 'pee-up' moment at this time..."

"I can't hold it in anymore."

Cheng Cheng stood up and squeezed out from between the seats, crouching low.

The corridor outside the venue was deserted. Cheng Cheng found the men's restroom and pushed the door open to go in.

I squatted down in the stall, took out my phone, and started playing "Yuan Shen".

if not?

Want to go to heaven to read comics? Or play an FPS game and challenge yourself to use only a pistol?

Entering the Spiral Abyss, the first half was spent listening to the roar of the sun, and the second half was spent watching the tides return. They fought like this, and time passed by, minute by minute.

About ten minutes later, Cheng Cheng heard a commotion outside—it seemed that the first half of the stand-up comedy show had ended.

Cheng Cheng put away his phone and prepared to go back.

But just then, he heard a woman's voice outside the toilet stall door:

"...No, wait a little longer...I still have a second half of the performance, this is the last time, please..."

Hey?

Is there any gossip to be had while using the restroom? Judging from the dialogue, is it a relationship dispute or...?

Wait, did I go into the wrong restroom?! How could a grown man like me go into the wrong restroom? Am I some kind of idiot?

But Cheng Cheng recalled carefully and confirmed that he had seen the urinal when he came in—so it wasn't his problem, but rather that the woman had deliberately gone to the empty men's restroom to secretly make a phone call.

Who is it?

Cheng Cheng hadn't intended to eavesdrop; he only planned to wait for the woman to leave. But the voice sounded increasingly familiar—wasn't that Jing Liyuan, who had just given a speech on stage?

Moreover, the dialogue became increasingly explosive, consisting entirely of her talking to herself—

"You said...you would give me more time...I'm not ready yet..."

"No, we signed a contract... I gave you talent, wealth, and fame, and you gave me your body... It was a transaction."

"No! Don't...give me back my body—"

Oops, did I overhear some kind of power-for-sex deal?

Come to think of it, why does this sound like the lines Sylvia would say when I control the game character?

Cheng Cheng frowned slightly, and the voice suddenly stopped.

Immediately following, a suppressed groan, as if squeezed from deep within the throat, was heard.

He hesitated for a moment, then walked to the wall and listened intently.

But there was no more sound coming from next door.

The only sounds were the noise of people talking outside the venue and the faint, distant voice of Jing Liyuan announcing through a microphone, "The second half is about to begin."

…………

By the time Cheng Cheng pushed open the restroom door and walked back into the venue, the second half of the event had already been going on for quite some time.

Even from a distance, Jing Liyuan's impassioned speech could be heard—

"In the first half, we talked a lot—about our predicaments, oppression, and pain. But in the second half, I want to talk about something different."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the room, before speaking again.

"I want to talk about—the enemy."

What enemies? Aren't all the enemies on the other side of the sea?

Cheng Cheng slowly returned to his seat. His sister glanced at him and asked, "Why did you take so long?"

"Frozen by an ice slime."

"Playing second games."

The older sister ignored him and continued to look at the stage.

Cheng Cheng followed his sister's gaze and saw Jing Liyuan still standing there, shouting into the microphone:

Who is the enemy?

"Not a concept, but each and every one of them—"

Under Cheng Cheng's questioning gaze, she slowly raised her finger and pointed in a direction.

It pointed to Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng's pupils suddenly contracted!

“Every one of them is our enemy.” Jing Liyuan’s voice began to rise.

She completely ignited the emotions of the audience; they stood up, waving their arms and shouting at the top of their lungs.

"wrong!!!"

The older sister glanced instinctively at her younger brother who was being pointed at, hesitated for a moment, and then grabbed Cheng Cheng's hand: "Let's go!"

"Aren't you going to continue listening?"

“Something’s not right. This shouldn’t be Teacher Jing’s usual level…” the older sister hesitated. “This speech was far worse than her usual performance, and more importantly—”

She turned to look at Cheng Cheng: "She's got her eye on you, let's go..."

"Family members!"

Jing Liyuan's voice interrupted her sister, "Did you see him? Why did he show up at our party today?"

"What is he thinking?" Jing Liyuan's voice became distorted, as if two voices were overlapping.

Something was definitely wrong.

"Teacher Jing," Cheng Cheng slowly stood up under everyone's gaze and asked, "Who were you talking to in the restroom?"

Jing Liyuan's expression remained unchanged; she simply tilted her head at Cheng Cheng and asked, "How did you know? Were you eavesdropping on me?"

The entire venue fell silent, then erupted into even more frenzied screams and shouts:

"You were eavesdropping in the bathroom?!"

"Grab him!!"

crazy.

The audience here went completely crazy.

Cheng Cheng glanced at his sister beside him, took a deep breath, and decided not to continue arguing with the madman. He pulled her aside and prepared to leave.

But it was too late—

"Grab him!" Jing Liyuan shouted to the audience. "We can't let him get away like this!!"

Several audience members stood up from their seats and surrounded Cheng Cheng, their eyes filled with fervor and emptiness.

The older sister hurriedly stood up and blocked Cheng Cheng's path, saying, "Wait! Teacher Jing! My brother isn't a bad person! You can't do this!"

"Get out of my way!" A short-haired woman shoved her sister aside roughly. "You traitor!"

As his sister fell to the ground, Cheng Cheng took a deep breath, stopping the audience members who wanted to rush forward. Then, he looked at the stage in disbelief, staring directly into Jing Liyuan's eyes:

"I hope I'm wrong... Jing Liyuan, what are you like now..."

"demon?"

…………

Cheng Cheng had dealt with demons quite a bit, from the initial burning at the stake, the puppet inexplicably killed by the system, to the elbow strike and plane crash he encountered in the dungeon...

These demons come in various forms, but if they have anything in common, it's that they all possess a kind of soul-deep unease, like the most filthy and depraved darkness—

She is exactly the same as Jing Liyuan on the stage at this moment.

Cheng Cheng stared intently at Jing Liyuan.

Jing Liyuan was also staring at him.

A few seconds later, she suddenly laughed.