Ark, they don't revolve around you

One side chose to continue to support Tresis, while the other side was more inclined towards Rhodes Island.

In order to make it easier to distinguish, Zhuang Ning used good shapeshifters and bad shapeshifters.

There is no difference in ability between the two sides; it is just the result of the shapeshifters choosing to view the world from different perspectives.

But for Zhuang Ning, anything that can help him is good, otherwise everything is bad.

"The Pardoner is back."

"You came here just to inform me of this?" Zhuang Ning shrugged.

"His conspiracy is bigger than you think. Perhaps, he already has the original Originium."

The original source stone.

That Originium gave birth to the civilization of Terra and brought about endless disasters.

And if that thing is really controlled by Quesatusta, no wonder he is confident that he can get a piece of the pie.

This is indeed useful information... Zhuang Ning nodded, and became curious again: "You just told me this fact on purpose."

"Of course, in your words, I am a qualified spectator. The enemy is in the dark, and you are in the light. If I don't tell you some facts, all this will be too boring."

Zhuang Ning happily said: "Thank you then."

"You seem happy?" The shapeshifter was slightly surprised by his reaction.

"Why are you unhappy? I am just like you. I am afraid that the world will not be in chaos." Zhuang Ning showed a hint of nostalgia that was well hidden.

In Tracy's original plan, the original Originium should have triggered a world-destroying natural disaster and reshaped the surface of Terra.

What an unexpected surprise.

Zhuang Ning opened his umbrella and walked in the rain without looking back: "Quisatushta will fail again this time."

"As for the original Originium, perhaps it should be returned to its original owner."

……

……

Zhuang Ning pushed open the door and heard a faint melody floating from the hall.

The rain gradually stopped and the light softly illuminated the man's face.

The long black hair looked like the finest silk, contrasting with the white clothes.

The legs wrapped in black stockings stand proudly on the floor, forming a beautiful posture.

His eyelids were slightly closed, one hand was on the bow, and the other hand was holding the cello, as if he was treating the place as a performance venue.

Arturo played only a few notes before opening his eyes and smiling: "You're back."

Zhuang Ning casually hung the clothes on the rack and responded coldly: "I said, you are not allowed to play without my permission."

"But how can you imprison the spirit of a performer?"

"Normally I don't confine you, but you're a special case."

Zhuang Ning thought about it and was in a good mood, so he changed the subject, "But, I agree tonight."

Arturo was caught off guard and was stunned for a moment.

Under the light, Zhuang Ning's expression gradually softened, and his voice became low: "Change the location, don't affect others, this is the basic rule."

"I'll give you a chance, Arturo. Use your music to change my will and bring out the desires of my heart."

……

……

A small theater.

The curtains were drawn, and Zhuang Ning, sitting in the special seat, saw Arturo holding the bow.

He was not prepared at all. This scene was like their first meeting. In that holy church, the person who was bewitched by the music cried out his despair.

Zhuang Ning, however, was like a rock in the midst of raging waves.

Arturo couldn't help feeling a little dissatisfied, although she didn't say it out loud, but Zhuang Ning's contempt and condescending attitude still hurt her.

Zhuang Ning's existence is unreasonable, weird and annoying.

He uses force to oppress, intending to turn all things into his own lackeys.

Although Arturo didn't say anything, the fire of resistance in his heart never stopped.

She wanted to depict a melody that would shake his soul and expose the true ugliness in this man's heart. She placed her fingertips on the bow and slid it hard!

Violent notes exploded, echoing in the theater.

In the audience, Zhuang Ning, who had his eyes closed to rest, raised his eyes for the first time and smiled slightly.

Arturo was so absorbed in it that his overwhelming emotions poured from his fingertips into the music and finally evaporated into the world!

What a beautiful music that is.

Arturo has been like this since birth, able to hear many voices from his body and mind.

In her eyes, they are shackles and fetters. People are put on invisible chains without knowing it, and complex relationships constitute the necessary order.

Arturo spent his entire life searching for a way to fight this, even if it meant giving up everything, even death.

——Just like my mother.

My mother chose to follow her heart and died with dignity.

——Just like those heroes.

They have seen through the waste of this world and are confused in the world, and I give them the truth.

The shackles created by civilization are terrifying, and giants should move forward.

Arturo's eyes revealed deep sadness as he glanced at Zhuang Ning.

And you guide again and again.

You oppress their will and make them serve you only.

So I must guide you to your true heart here——

Drops of sweat condensed and dripped on the white forehead. Arturo certainly knew the reason behind Zhuang Ning's actions.

This person despises himself from the bottom of his heart.

Then despise it, you ridiculous man, have you not put shackles on yourself?

It's just that your confinement was too strong, and I couldn't reach it in the past.

But now it is not the case——

"Oh?"

Zhuang Ning stroked his heart.

Under the spotlight, Arturo's bow rubbed different areas.

It was a melody that Jonin knew well, and he had guided Arturo through it, allowing the girl to access the remains of some great fragment.

And Arturo completed the musical score from just that fragment of words.

Faintly, Zhuang Ning seemed to see the moonlight and the sea, the damp air, the lonely sea surface, the broken full moon, and the musical notes vaguely outlining the illusion.

"It seems that I underestimated her." Zhuang Ning couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing that the music was working, Arturo worked even harder and gave it his all.

Then there was a loud thunder and huge waves rose up on the calm sea.

The waves engulfed the shore, the melody devoured the heart, Arturo opened his eyes completely, and demonstrated his most complex technique ever!

She looked straight at Zhuang Ning, like a devil, like an angel, with nobility and sin intertwined!

At this moment, across a distance of thousands of miles, the screen underground in Lateran suddenly lit up, and countless characters popped up.

"Retrieved, Saint Arturo."

The god named Law cast a cold gaze.

The branches extended, and the electrical signal passed through the complex wasteland and descended into Arturo's halo.

An image of an evil beast seemed to appear behind her, and the law gave Arturo power!

But Arturo was invisible, and he just strummed his instrument proudly.

Few people know that Arturo Giallo is a saint of the Lateran. From the moment she was born, she was destined to bear the weight of the Lateran civilization.

With the support of the law, she was confident that success was within her reach.

In the old fable, the cat taught the tiger something, and the tiger turned on the cat. You didn't expect that I would complete your music and defeat you with the most powerful music? Arturo smiled.

The wind from all directions blows up my black hair, it's time to bring the curtain down, this is... "Destiny"!

Artu saw Zhuang Ning stand up.

She saw Zhuang Ning lower his head and touch his heart with his hands.

Are you trying to stop me? Arturo's mind raced.

In Syracuse, she had tried to shake Zhuang Ning, but was invaded by his magic instead.

From then on, she was like Zhuang Ning's puppet, helping Dr. Zhu to perfect his magic bit by bit.

But she is Arturo, how can she tolerate such lack of freedom? !

The spell exploded violently, and Arturo used a symphony that reached the peak to stop Zhuang Ning.

All the instruments are inspired by Arturo's music theory, the high-pitched trumpets, the melodious clarinets... It seems as if the band from hell is actually helping Arturo to outline the spinning of fate!

Come on, Doc... Arturo is full of pride - let me give you this overture, Fate!

The next moment, her hands suddenly stiffened.

She noticed the friendly smiles of the men in the audience, which gradually became more exaggerated, and finally she couldn't help laughing out loud.

It was as if mocking Arturo's arrogance.

It seems to be saying, with such magic, do you think you can shake me?