From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 36: Sing for me

The man stared intently at Sian, his gaze unwavering, as if he were attempting to decipher an intricate puzzle hidden within her expression. A heavy silence enveloped the space, thick enough to drown out even the softest whisper. The thoughts swirling in his mind were impenetrable, leaving Sian uncertain of what emotions lay behind his steady mask.

At his feet, the man in black remained motionless, kneeling in quiet submission. His posture spoke volumes, a silent testament to a loyalty that ran deep. The atmosphere was charged with tension as if the very air crackled with unspoken words and lingering questions.

After what felt like an eternity, the man in black seemed to tremble slightly before the spell was broken. The masked man, as if stirring from a vivid daydream, waved a hand with deliberate grace, signalling the kneeling figure to rise. There was an air of authority in that single gesture, an unspoken command that resonated with power.

Once the man in black stood, the focus shifted back to Sian. The intensity of the man’s gaze bore down upon him once more, as if he were weighing his very soul in the balance. At that moment, Sian felt a surge of unease mixed with curiosity, knowing that whatever came next could alter the course of her destiny.

Sian blinked as consciousness slowly returned, the world around him coming into focus. The edges of his vision were still blurry, but he could feel the cool breath of the wind against his skin and hear the faint rustle of leaves nearby. How he had arrived in this state wasn’t a mystery; he could recall the details of the frenzy that had overtaken him. All he knew was that in those wild moments, he had lost himself entirely, and his body had taken a toll—a toll that typically left him dazed and aching for days afterwards.

But as he pushed himself upright, a wave of confusion washed over him. Instead of the expected agony that should have gripped his limbs after facing Liam and fighting Lan Qisheng, he felt invigorated. The fatigue and pain that had once seemed all-consuming were nowhere to be found. freēwēbnovel.com

[What the hell is going on? How? Could this body have some kind of hidden secret... or a special power?] Sian wondered.

In fact, Sian marvelled at how his body responded as if it had been reborn. Muscle tension was replaced by a lithe, almost exhilarating energy that coursed through him.

He flexed his fingers, his movements fluid and light. His heart raced not from exhaustion but from a rush of newfound vitality. Glancing down at his hands, he noticed no signs of the bruises or scrapes that were once stark reminders of his battles. With every breath he took, he felt his spirit soar a little higher as if the very essence of the earth had seeped into him, healing and invigorating him in ways he couldn’t begin to understand.

What had happened in his subconscious while he was lost in that chaos? sian pushed himself to his feet, a sense of determination sweeping through him along with the last remnants of confusion. He was ready for whatever lay ahead. He had survived the worst of it, and now a new fire burned within him.

A sharp sensation of being watched pulled Sian from his thoughts.

"What’s your deal? If you have something to say, just say it. Don’t stare at me like that—you’ll burn a hole through my face at this rate."

Sian was irritated—frustrated by the strange mystery surrounding his body and furious over his encounter with Liam and his men. He remembered everything he had done, and in the worst case, he might end up in prison because of it. So, when he felt that overwhelming presence and the weight of an intense gaze on him, the words slipped from his mouth without hesitation.

The sharp words spilt from Sian’s lips like a blade cutting through the stillness of the room. His tone, laced with disdain, sliced through the air, and he barely registered the shock etched on the faces of the men in black who flanked the man seated in the plush leather chair. Their expressions were a mix of disbelief and apprehension, but Sian’s indifference was palpable, a testament to his defiance.

Lan Qisheng watched from a distance, a storm of emotions swirling within him. Relief washed over him at Sian’s awakening, a flicker of hope in a dire situation. Yet, as the words tumbled out of Sian’s mouth, that relief morphed into a deep-rooted regret. He could only wish that Sian had remained blissfully unconscious, oblivious to the peril surrounding them.

With each passing moment, the weight of the situation sank deeper into Lan Qisheng’s chest. He was acutely aware of the prowess exhibited by the men in black, their lethal presence a stark reminder of the danger they faced. All around him, he and his team remained sprawled on the cold floor, completely at the mercy of one singularly formidable man. A man who—within mere moments—had subdued an entire group with an ease that sent shivers down Lan Qisheng’s spine.

In this precarious standoff, their priority was crystal clear: they had to keep their composure. Provoking their captor further could spell disaster, so they waited in tense silence, hoping against hope for the arrival of reinforcements. Time felt like a cruel companion, dragging on as they prayed for the military to come to their rescue before it was too late.

The air in the dimly lit room grew thick with tension as the silver-masked man fixed his piercing gaze on Sian, his posture exuding an unsettling calm. With a slow, deliberate motion, he parted his lips, and a hoarse voice, distorted by an electronic filter, slithered through the silence.

"You. What’s your name?"

Sian’s response came as sharp as a blade, infused with defiance. "And why should I tell you?"

A flicker of surprise crossed the masked man’s features, though obscured by the silver veneer, both men held their ground, eyes locked in an unyielding stare. Seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity, though neither seemed willing to break the silence nor the tension that lingered in the air.

Finally, the masked man broke the stillness, his voice low and measured. "Do you want to make a deal with me?"

Confusion washed over Sian, the question swirling in his mind like the fog that crept through the night. "What?" he managed, bewildered by the sudden turn of events.

[What’s with this masked bastard?] He felt a mix of scepticism and intrigue as the gravity of the moment settled upon him. The silver-masked man was unlike anyone he had encountered before, his presence both menacing and oddly captivating.

With an unsettling confidence, the man leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent a chill down Sian’s spine. "Sing for me."

The words hung in the air, laden with implications that made Sian’s heart race. "Sing for me, and I will leave. I won’t kill anyone."

These were no ordinary terms. They bore the weight of a pact, a dangerous exchange hanging between them. Sian’s mind raced, wrestling with the absurdity of the request and the undeniable lure of the promise that accompanied it: life, not just for himself but for those around him.

At that moment, under the watchful eyes of the silver-masked man and his subordinates, Sian understood that every choice held consequences far more profound than he had ever imagined.

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Erato-san has something to say:

My beautiful angels here’s today’s exciting Chapter! I know there are lots of little pieces yet to come, but those are all part of a bright future we’ll unveil together. So let’s embrace the journey and wait patiently for the wonderful surprises ahead!

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