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Join the ServerAfter the Demon God left for the performance hall.
The production team remaining in the empty lot was overwhelmed by the surrounding atmosphere anew.
The location was at the foot of a mountain, not in the city center, and due to the nature of the program, the sun was already setting as they prepared for filming.
It was fundamentally dark all around, but that wasn’t the end of it.
“Ugh, Director, look at that!”
“I’m looking too. Don’t push me, I’m scared too.”
Unidentifiable eyes flashed and growled in the bushes surrounding the lot.
“Earlier, a flock of bats suddenly flew by.”
“Are those wolves? Do wolves live in our country?”
“Isn’t it a pack of wild dogs? They say there are many in rural areas these days.”
“Hiek!”
The staff huddled together in fear.
A dangerous situation arose as the Demon God’s presence disappeared, leaving only humans behind.
The evil spirit’s influence was reaching even here.
Then were they in danger?
“Still, they aren’t coming closer, are they?”
“Really. They’re just watching from afar?”
Threatening entities, including the pack of wild dogs, did not approach within a certain distance.
The reason was simple.
“The talisman Sun-woo left behind seems to be effective….”
At writer Yang I-ju’s words, PD Ko Myeong-seok looked at the talisman.
“Talisman? Is that really a talisman? No matter how I look at it, that’s—”
Left carelessly on top of the luggage bag—
“Isn’t it a doll?”
It was a black ghost doll.
A doll that looked too small and powerless to be a talisman.
– Kyuuuut!
The doll protesting being looked down upon was, naturally, Shadow, the Demon God’s familiar.
Moreover, Shadow, temporarily granted power, was overwhelming the enemies with a low and terrifying resonance!
– Kyuuuuuuu— Kyuuu—
It was a strangely cute resonance….
– Grrr… Grrr…
– Kyu!
BEGONE!
Shadow suppressed the enemies’ resistance.
Of course, this confrontation couldn’t be heard by human ears.
“Hey, anyway, nothing bad is happening, so everyone pull yourselves together. Since we’re here, let’s at least film the outside.”
PD Ko Myeong-seok was the first to regain his composure.
“S-shall we? The atmosphere is killer, though.”
“Isn’t this the most atmospheric place we’ve filmed so far? Rolling camera.”
Encouraged by Shadow’s performance, the production team became a bit more accustomed to the surrounding atmosphere.
At the PD’s words, their senses as a variety show production team also awakened.
Cameras and sound equipment were positioned.
As they captured the surroundings and shone a light towards the performance hall roof.
Caaaw.
Caw.
Several crows flew over the performance hall, cawing ominously.
Seeing that, writer Yang I-ju spoke involuntarily.
“But isn’t it really a bit eerie…?”
Like the beat coming from the walkie-talkie earlier.
Everything seen and heard since coming here was chilling and creepy, somehow—
“Is this place perhaps, ‘real’?”
***
And, at that time inside the performance hall.
Something truly ‘mystery horror’ was happening to composer Lucio Moreira.
However, something more horror than mystery.
Something terrifying, and furthermore, painful.
“Huuuu…, huuu… my head feels like it’s going to split….”
Lucio was clutching his head on the stage.
A performance hall that looked eerie from the outside.
Hoping to gain inspiration, he left his companion behind and entered alone.
The feeling was good.
It reminded him of when he entered the ancient temple before.
While looking at the temple carvings, he was engulfed in the illusion of ancient people performing a rite at dawn.
And he wrote <Beyond a Dawn>, which was evaluated as a masterpiece.
Today, he wondered if he could get intense spiritual stimulation like that day—
“Huu, huuk… huuuu…”
That expectation was half right and half wrong.
He received intense spiritual stimulation.
Stimulation beyond that day.
From the moment he walked between the audience seats, the feeling was unusual,
And the moment he stepped onto the stage—
– Hee, hee, hee, hee. What’s wrong, darling? Twisting your whole body looks quite nice?
He ended up facing that being.
A face that looked to be in its late teens or early twenties at a glance.
That face was truly bizarre.
The right corner of the mouth soared past the cheek to the cheekbone, beyond the limit of human smiling,
And the left eye corner was torn downwards, descending past the cheekbone and cheek to near the lips.
The bizarre eyes and mouth were even more prominent because of the stage makeup.
– Hmm? Right? It feels good, doesn’t it? Answer me.
Lucio Moreira, who had excellent spiritual senses, knew as soon as he saw it.
That is ‘real.’
Not something like an afterimage of ancient people, but a real entity.
An evil spirit.
“G-go away…. Don’t come closer….”
The stimulation was excessive, paralyzing his brain and nerves.
Musical ideas were springing up madly in his head, about to explode.
However, those ideas contained too much malice.
Lucio absolutely did not want to see or hear such a song.
Above all, he absolutely did not want to write such a song.
– Go away, you say. I don’t want to? When you’re liking it so much?
A light and despicable tone.
However, because of the abundant malice, it didn’t feel light at all.
The evil spirit’s face approached in front of Lucio.
– Darling.
It called softly.
– You can’t go home now. Forever.
A sneer appeared on the evil spirit’s face.
Lucio’s eyes slowly closed.
To think the last sight of his life would be an evil spirit’s sneer, such a miserable end—
– KABOOM!!!!
– Hm?
At the sudden explosion sound, the evil spirit turned its head.
Lucio’s end was postponed.
.
.
The Demon God kicked the performance hall door open and stepped inside.
The large metal door crumpled like paper and rolled away.
“Audaciously daring to lock it from the inside?”
It was utterly displeasing.
A fellow who doesn’t know manners.
“Which scoundrel did this?”
The Demon God scanned inside the performance hall to root out the guilty entity.
A place that would look like just a dark performance hall to human eyes.
But to the Demon God’s eyes, it was different.
From the speakers with no power, a doom- doom- beat resonates.
The very beat heard through the walkie-talkie.
Similarly, from the lighting fixtures covered in dust on the ceiling, colorful lights shot out brilliantly.
And the empty audience seats were packed with all sorts of petty spirits.
“Full house, indeed. The performance seems quite popular.”
It was so.
In the desolate abandoned performance hall Lucio Moreira saw, an evil spirit’s show was actually unfolding.
Namely, a show of devouring humans.
The audience of petty spirits had been looking back at the Demon God since a while ago anyway.
– Kiii?
– Kieeee…
– Wooo…
A being of lofty stature who suddenly appeared.
The petty spirits couldn’t judge the situation and were just making pointless noises.
Towards them—
“Shh.”
The Demon God’s monosyllabic command flew.
And,
– …….
The petty spirits heard the command.
The existence called the Demon God overwhelmed them as soon as he appeared.
“Sit quietly. It seems your turn is later.”
The Demon God’s gaze turned towards the stage.
There, was the evil spirit.
– Darling—, is not it? Should I call you a special guest?
A fellow saying such things.
On a body made of evil and dark red energy, a head with a slightly strange appearance was attached.
Even at a glance, it wasn’t an ordinary evil spirit.
“You, you look quite delicious.”
– Hmm? Saying such things at first meeting?
The evil spirit didn’t lose and stared back at the Demon God.
The gazes of two beings crossed in the air.
The ominous, arrogant, and lofty Demon God.
The despicable, distorted owner of the performance hall, the evil spirit.
Of course, the difference in status was immeasurable, but—
– Your power is bound, isn’t it? Guest-nim, I don’t know the reason, but you can’t exert your power properly.
The evil spirit recognized the Demon God’s weakness and grinned.
“Your face is ruined, so your smiling appearance is strange. Refrain from smiling if possible.”
– …….
“Is that bilaterally symmetrical or asymmetrical? Anyway, it is unsightly.”
– Shut up! This is style!
The Demon God had a knack for making others serious.
The evil spirit, glaring at the Demon God with a stiff face, caught its breath for a moment.
– It’s useless anyway. Isn’t provoking me proof that you’re weak?
– Hm? I merely spoke as I saw?
The evil spirit tried hard to ignore the Demon God’s words and shouted.
– Petty spirits! I’m the main character here! Don’t be scared and scream!
The evil spirit raised its momentum once again.
At its shout, the petty spirits also raised the atmosphere again.
– Kiiiii!
– Guooo!
A powerful evil spirit and the petty spirits supporting it.
The fierce momentum was about to blow the roof off the performance hall.
Even amidst that commotion, the Demon God stood nonchalantly.
‘Is it that fellow.’
He looked at the man collapsed at the evil spirit’s feet.
A South American with somewhat dark skin.
He had seen him in the photo the CEO showed him.
That fellow is Lucio Moreira.
‘He already looks in bad shape.’
Seeing him trembling while collapsed, his life seemed to be hanging by a thread.
There was something even worse.
The energy extending from the evil spirit was touching Lucio.
“What are you doing? Intending to possess him?”
At the Demon God’s question, the evil spirit smiled broadly.
– Yeah, if a person dies here, it becomes a big deal. I’m just possessing him to suck out only his artistic inspiration.
“Really? That is a good method.”
The Demon God admired the evil spirit.
Strange rumors are most effective when they are just rumors.
If a person really dies, the performance hall could go beyond closure to demolition.
But apart from admiration, Lucio’s soul was partially encroached upon by the evil spirit.
If forced off, the composer would become an invalid.
– But you see. This human seems to have the best inspiration among those I’ve met. Should I just possess him and make him my body?
To make matters worse, it seemed to have thoughts of swallowing him whole.
“Well, would that not be after avoiding being annihilated by my hand? I, too, do not wish to ruin that composer if possible.”
The evil spirit and the Demon God.
Facing a clash, strangely, their interests aligned.
The evil spirit found it hard to fight with Lucio attached, and the Demon God wanted to save Lucio intact.
Just then.
– Guest-nim, then there’s a way? Wanna try?
The evil spirit let out a despicable laugh with unexpected words.
“I told you not to laugh.”
– …….
“It is confusing. Are you laughing or crying? You should have designed it better. It is a face, after all.”
– Shut up! This is style!
The evil spirit’s form even distorted momentarily from shouting.
“Style, you say? If there is one who gave such advice, keep your distance.”
– Listen to me first!
The Demon God, still looking at the evil spirit’s face with a sour gaze, spoke.
“Fine. Speak.”
– Simple. Guest-nim, just answer yes to my question.
“Try asking.”
The question was simple.
– Wanna participate?
Wanna worship?
The Demon God ended up feeling displeasure at a certain similarity….
“Such, feeling, is it? Surely not?”
– Guest-nim, what are you saying? Just say you’ll do it. That’s all.
Even the one-way street aspect was similar, making the Demon God shudder even more.
But apart from that, the Demon God intuitively knew.
Just as his worship question elicited fan devotion, that question would evoke some phenomenon.
Like a barrier, or something worse.
Probably that evil spirit’s Authority is—
“I shall participate.”
However, the Demon God did not hesitate.
Because the Demon God was such a being.
– Aha, ahaha! You said you’d do it? You answered? No take-backs!
It keeps laughing despite being told not to.
And, this time it didn’t stop at laughter.
– I’ll participate too!
With the evil spirit’s declaration, the space distorted.
Just as the evil spirit ‘Miser’ had its own space, this evil spirit also began to deploy its domain.
The performance hall that actually existed fused with the evil spirit’s Authority and gradually changed.
– Yoo-hoo!
As the evil spirit snapped its fingers pleasantly.
– Bara-bara-bam-bam! Ba-bam-bbam!
Fanfare sounds burst out.
– Cha-chak! Chak!
With the sound of lights turning on anew, technicolor lights were shone on the Demon God.
– Cha-rururu!
With sound effects, a red carpet unfolded from the stage to the Demon God, who was still near the door.
And in this space transformed into the latest performance hall, humming auditory hallucinations rang out.
[Next participant, are you ready?]
[Unfortunately, you are eliminated.]
[Don’t give up on your dream.]
“These lines….”
Lines the Demon God had also heard in various videos.
Recalling what program these lines appeared in, the evil spirit’s Authority became clear.
– Participant-nim!
The evil spirit called the Demon God a participant, not a guest.
– Welcome to my Authority! Full of elimination! Full of frustration! Full of despair!
The evil spirit pointing to the stage with exaggerated gestures and voice.
Yes, that evil spirit’s Authority is—
– Shall we start the audition from now!
Indeed, [Audition Program].
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