Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

He raised his right hand, and the largest ball of black flame condensed in his palm. He aimed it at the demon's head and slammed it down!

"Go to hell!!!"

Flames exploded, illuminating the entire stage as bright as day.

Cheng Cheng, panting heavily, straddled the demon, looking at the face that had been smashed into a pulp.

Is he dead?

He hadn't even had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief—

A dozen or so transparent red lines suddenly emerged one after another from his chest, abdomen, and limbs, growing wildly like vines breaking through the soil, twisting and dancing in the air.

Cheng Cheng lowered his head, his pupils suddenly contracting.

"What--"

Then he heard a scream behind him.

The cosplayer, Ayaka Kamisato, was lifted into the air as if by an invisible hand, her feet leaving the ground, and she crashed straight into him!

"Snapped--!!!"

The moment the two collided, their flesh and blood began to fuse.

Their shoulders fused together, their skin flowed like melting wax, and their bones cracked and popped. He could feel his cells dividing wildly, and hers invading. Within seconds, their bodies transformed into a monster with dislocated bones and tangled flesh!

The next moment, a girl's scream echoed in Cheng Cheng's mind:

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Cheng Cheng had grown accustomed to the awareness of a girl deep within his mind.

He wanted to continue attacking the demon, but suddenly found that his body was not under his control—after the fusion, this body was controlled by two people at the same time, and every time he tried to exert force, he would fail because the two people's movements were not coordinated!

"Hehehe..."

Laughter came from ahead.

On the stage, the corpse that Cheng Cheng had smashed slowly stood up.

The flesh and blood of the marriage demon began to writhe and recombine. The shattered pieces of flesh crawled back into the body like living things, blood flowed back into the blood vessels, and broken bones were pieced back together—but what was pieced together was not the original face.

Instead, it was a porcelain-white statue of a deity.

Pale and smooth, without a trace of blood, with kind eyes and a snow-white beard.

Image of the Old Man Under the Moon.

The eye painted on the porcelain looked at Cheng Cheng with a mocking gaze: "Human, you're too impatient."

Cheng Cheng struggled to stand up, but he couldn't adapt to the strange body after the fusion. At the same time, more than a dozen female guests in the audience stood up, walked onto the stage, formed a circle, and surrounded Cheng Cheng and the fused body in the middle.

Then they started clapping.

"Crack, snap, snap."

They started spinning in circles.

Holding hands, they twirled clockwise, round and round, their skirts fluttering.

They started singing.

The voices, high-pitched and thin, like nursery rhymes or sacrificial hymns, came from more than a dozen mouths simultaneously, overlapping and echoing throughout the hall—

"Joyful spirits, joyful spirits, and gentlemen in their attire, showing kindness and amiability."

"The god of joy leaps, the god of joy makes noise, the red paper pasted on the door is fresh with ink."

"The god of joy is angry, the god of joy is sad, the head of incense carries the lantern as bright as the sea."

"The God of Happiness is hungry, the God of Happiness is starving, left hand holds heart and liver, right hand holds intestines—come to the village entrance to welcome the God of Happiness—!!!"

The moment the song ended, red threads surged wildly from their bodies!

Those red lines emerged from his chest, from his abdomen, from his eye sockets, densely packed, like countless writhing snakes dancing in the air, and then—

Connect them all to Cheng Cheng!

One.

Two.

Ten.

Twenty.

Cheng Cheng felt as if his body was being pulled by countless threads. The wedding demon stood in the center of the stage, raised his hand, and pointed at the dozen or so female guests:

"In the Name of the Marriage Demon—"

It paused, then announced loudly:

"Let's congratulate these dozen or so newcomers!"

Happy wedding!

May you have a long and happy marriage!

The audience below the stage went wild:

"Get married! Get married! Get married! Get married! Get married! Get married! Get married! Get married!"

With the devil's command, the dozen or so female guests lifted off the ground and floated into the air, flying towards Cheng Cheng!

"Slap, slap, slap—"

One after another, the sound of flesh colliding rang out on the stage. With each impact, a body merged into the ever-expanding mass of flesh!

Cheng Cheng felt his consciousness expanding wildly, with the consciousnesses of more than a dozen women flooding into his mind almost simultaneously!

They were screaming, crying, and howling wildly. The sounds overlapped and made his head throb with pain!

Flesh and blood continue to fuse, bones shatter and then reassemble; flesh and blood separate and then intertwine again. Skin is torn apart, and new skin grows from within, blood vessels like red vines running beneath the transparent epidermis.

Finally, a giant ball of flesh took shape in the center of the stage.

It is three meters tall and five meters wide, with more than a dozen heads and dozens of arms growing on its surface, paralyzed on the stage, unable to move. The heads are facing different directions; some are crying, some are laughing, and some are screaming silently with their mouths open.

Cheng Cheng's consciousness was trapped in the center of this mass of flesh and blood.

He could sense the consciousness of the dozen or so women around him—some were crying, some were cursing, and some had gone completely mad, only able to scream instinctively. Those consciousnesses surged in like a tide, wave after wave, trying to overwhelm him.

His body...

No, the body of this ball of flesh is completely out of his control; he can't even move a single finger!

The marriage demon walked up to the ball of flesh, tilted its head, and admired its creation. The smile on its porcelain face deepened.

"Humans," it spoke, its voice clear and melodious, "so many people are marrying you, how much dowry are you going to pay?"

Cheng Cheng was speechless.

But he felt that the combat power he had painstakingly gained from playing games was rapidly disappearing!

1925.

1837.

1541...

It's still dropping!

"Damn it... they dare to take my premarital assets..."

"Hehehe..."

The laughter of the marriage demon echoed in my ears.

If it were in a deserted wilderness, it would admit that it would be no match for the man wielding the fiery fist.

But now it's at the matchmaking event—its home turf.

Here, it is invincible!

The demon raised its hand, and the transparent red thread coiled around its fingertip like a docile snake, wrapping around the ball of flesh:

"Marriage is the tomb of love..." it began softly, its voice as gentle as a blessing, "Prepare to enter the tomb."

The red thread began to tighten, and Cheng Cheng's consciousness gradually blurred. The screams of the dozen or so women grew closer and louder, surging in like a tide, threatening to completely engulf his last vestiges of awareness.

"and many more!"

A voice exploded.

Cheng Cheng's consciousness jolted. The Marriage Demon was also stunned, turning his head to look in the direction from which the sound came.

A woman ran up from the audience, panting.

It's Mu Yuan.

She ran onto the stage, stood next to the ball of flesh, put her hands on her knees, and gasped for breath.

"Please wait a moment!"

The marriage demon tilted his head to look at her, a hint of curiosity appearing on his porcelain face.

"Oh? What's wrong?"

Mu Yuan straightened up, pointed at the fleshy ball, and said, word by word, "This man is someone I brought with me. How can he marry another woman?"

"The wedding is over, you're late!"

"Let me join too!"

The marriage demon paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, a clear and melodious laugh like the ringing of wind chimes: "Are you courting death?"

No, maybe she's just an ordinary person who can't see the truth and only thinks her man is with a dozen or so other women...

Forget it.

The audience below the stage started to heckle again.

"Get married! Get married! Get married! Get married!"

"together together together!"

The marriage demon looked at Mu Yuan, at that earnest face, and suddenly felt a little moved: "Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately. But you took the initiative to join us. What a beautiful love..."