Global Collapse-Chapter 647 - 615: Look! This is a huge, huge, huge, huge, huge 3,000 words - !_1

The audience fell silent.

It was their first time encountering such a situation, where a Lower Class Person from the Circus was not following the established program but was attempting to perform some sort of magic trick instead.

Before they could react, Gu Mian, on stage, began to slowly withdraw his hand.

When he completely removed his hand from the dark box, those present saw that he was not holding a note, but something resembling a small remote control.

What's going on? I don't remember putting anything like this in the box. The Host knitted his eyebrows as he stared at the object in Gu Mian's hand.

The audience members below the stage didn't care what Gu Mian had pulled out. They began to grow restless. "We're here to watch a performance, not to watch the boring magic trick of a Lower Class Person! Get him into the cell, quickly!"

The Host didn't want to waste any more time with this strange Lower Class Person. He glanced at the audience below, gesturing with his eyes.

A few staff members, receiving the signal, began to approach.

This Lower Class Person seems unruly. I'll have to use force to make him start the Monopoly game.

"Actually," Gu Mian suddenly raised his voice towards the audience, "I'm really fond of all of you..."

007 was somewhat stunned by Gu Mian's sudden, heartfelt confession. She looked uneasily at the man in front of her. His tone is too strange, like the calm before a storm.

Of course, the Upper Class People wouldn't be interested in some heartfelt confession; they only wanted to see a bloody spectacle on stage. The cacophony of a_d_s grew even louder.

"I believe everyone likes me too," Gu Mian continued his passionate speech on stage. "Because Teacher Slaughter told me you all loved my performance in the Slaughter Game." At this, the audience fell silent for a moment.

"Wait, is this Lower Class Person from the Slaughter Game?"

"That's not right. Aren't all the survivors from the Slaughter Game sent to that place? It's impossible for them to appear at the Carnival."

"Heh, maybe this Lower Class Person is just trying to buy time. Seeing his companion die has scared him."

Hearing this, the Host's brow twitched.

He instinctively glanced towards Teacher Slaughter's seat, only to find it empty. The person who should have been sitting there was nowhere to be found.

Looking at the empty seat, a dreadful premonition stirred within him.

On stage, Gu Mian suddenly raised his hand to his mask. "I've heard that I am everyone's white moonlight. I'm sure as soon as you see my face, you'll remember my excellent performances in the Slaughter Game."

007 swallowed hard. She had also heard about the Slaughter Game instance; Gu Mian had destroyed it. How dares he call himself the white moonlight!

The Host stared intently at the hand resting on the mask. He found the Lower Class Person before him vaguely familiar. Looking at this familiar figure, a terrifying guess formed in his mind.

With a CLICK, the mask came off his face, and his terrifying guess was confirmed.

It's him! The Lower Class Person who had doomed the Order Guard in the Slaughter Game! How is he here? How did he not die in the collapsed forbidden zone!

Simultaneously, gasps rippled through the audience. Following Gu Mian's earlier reminder, everyone remembered this Lower Class Person who had performed brilliantly in the Slaughter Game.

Frenzied expressions appeared on most of their faces.

It was the look of a murderous psychopath who had finally found their hidden prey.

"He was actually telling the truth."

"It really is that Lower Class Person from the Slaughter Game."

"Now this will be fun."

The audience erupted in a buzz of discussion.

The two staff members who had come up intending to force Gu Mian to play the game had long since been kicked aside by him. At this point, Gu Mian continued his passionate speech on stage.

"Teacher Slaughter told me that everyone missed me terribly after I left, and I am very touched..." he said, raising the object in his hand.

The people below the stage couldn't clearly see what he was holding. Only the Host beside him saw what Gu Mian had in his hand—a palm-sized remote control with a red button in the center.

This remote control looks wrong, no matter how I look at it!

And Gu Mian was considerately explaining its purpose: "To express my gratitude, I've decided to entertain everyone with some fireworks..."

The Host's heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of foreboding enveloped him.

He lunged forward almost instinctively.

Gu Mian kicked the meddling Host aside and, under his astonished gaze, raised his hand high. "Alright everyone, keep your eyes wide open and watch."

The Upper Class People below could only think that this person was not quite right in the head. He claimed he would produce fireworks just by raising his hand. Can fireworks really come out of his hand?

"What's wrong with him? Did the Slaughter Game drive him mad?"

"No idea."

Just as the audience members were raising their eyebrows and murmuring, a massive ROAR suddenly sounded from behind them. A tremendous force, accompanied by a wave of heat from behind, nearly blew them away. Some people in the rows closest to the stage were even sent flying onto it.

The area below the stage instantly descended into chaos.

Those who regained their senses turned to look in the direction of the sound. A large crater had been blasted into the ground there; an explosion had clearly just occurred.

Connecting this to the "fireworks" the man on stage had mentioned, the Upper Class People who had realized what was happening turned in astonishment to look back at the man on stage setting off the fireworks.

He was seen poking the remote-control-like device in his hand with an outstretched finger, apparently muttering things like, "It really is a smart bomb," and "Hope it doesn't blow up on me."

Behind him, another Lower Class Person wearing a clown-style mask also reached out, prodding the remote with great interest several times.

With those few pokes, several more massive explosions thundered from all directions. Those unfortunate enough to be at the center of the explosions were blasted up to the third floor, their bodies plastered against the window panes.

No one noticed a small man in a pink shirt being thrown out of one of the windows.

By now, even the dimmest person could realize what was happening.

"Catch him! Catch that Lower Class Person!"

"Damn it!"

A wave of anger swept over the Upper Class People.

They had been played by a Lower Class Person!

Played by a Lower Class Person who had tricked the Order Guard and escaped from the Slaughter Game!

Without giving them a chance to capture him, Gu Mian mashed the buttons on the remote in his hand again, this time causing an explosion right in the middle of the audience.

Several people were literally launched from their seats, flying from their seats to land at Gu Mian's feet.

Gu Mian dodged their incoming bodies, glanced down at the few individuals, and muttered, "My sin, my sin." As he spoke, he relentlessly pressed the red button on the remote.

A few staff members near the side of the stage were further from the audience. Although injured in the explosions, they could still move.

They struggled onto the stage, trying to apprehend Gu Mian.

But a group of cripples was no match for Gu Mian. After a 'cordial exchange,' the several staff members lay peacefully on the ground.

Not far away, the Host, who was previously howling "Catch him!", had fallen silent. Pale-faced, he pressed himself against the wall in a corner of the stage, staring at Gu Mian with an indescribable expression.

Gu Mian turned to look at the Host and lifted his foot to walk over.

But just then, a figure suddenly pounced.

Gu Mian's vision went dark as someone threw their arms around him. Then, he heard a joyful voice from below, "Sir, I've caught him!"

He looked down and saw Snake-Head Mask. This Lower Class Person's head was pressed against his chest, arms locked around his body, fingers laced tightly together, his entire body weight pressing down on him, as if terrified he would escape.

Snake-Head Mask was now clinging tightly to Gu Mian. Turning his head towards the Host, he repeated in a tone clearly expecting praise, "Sir, I've caught him! He can't move!"

The current scene was rather comical. The Upper Class People in the audience had been thrown into utter chaos by the blasts, while on stage, a scene of 'Righteous Denunciation of Kin' was playing out: a Lower Class Person excitedly restraining the instigator, while several Upper Class People, blasted onto the stage and unable to move, looked up at this spectacle, seemingly offering silent ridicule.

At this moment, Gu Mian suddenly understood Lu Yi a little.

Seeing this, the other Lower Class People on stage also grew eager, their eyes glinting with excitement as they looked at Gu Mian.

The Upper Class People are all injured, but we're unscathed! This is the perfect time for us to make our mark! If we capture this Lower Class Person, we'll earn great merit!

Upon seeing this, a smug expression returned to the face of the Host, still pressed into the corner.

But this smug look hadn't lasted on his face for three seconds when a boning knife extended from behind Gu Mian, piercing straight through the person embracing him.

007 leaned out and retracted the knife, looking at Snake-Head Mask who had slumped to the ground, and offered a sincere apology, "So sorry..."

Seeing the sharp boning knife, the eager Lower Class People froze.

The Host, who had just managed to regain his composure, roared, "Go on! What are you afraid of one woman for? There are dozens of you!"

And as she withdrew the knife, 007 suddenly heard a mechanical female voice in her ear— "Congratulations, you have received Lu Yi's acknowledgment. Unlocking class: 'Beast Tamer.'"

Then, a panel appeared before her eyes.

[Instance Mission: Completed]

[All players will now be exiting this instance.]

[Countdown: 10, 9...]

Gu Mian, meanwhile, took advantage of the panel's appearance to open the guitar case. The beautiful, gleaming chainsaw blinded everyone present.

Now, the Lower Class People definitely didn't dare to approach, no matter what.

But Gu Mian wanted to leave a lasting impression—those on stage saw him raise the chainsaw.

This season's Carnival was truly spectacular.

The opening ceremony commenced with five bright and adorable children sacrificed to the heavens.

The show began with a stunning performance by the Lower Class People.

Mid-show, the Circus Ringmaster treated everyone to a grand, joy-inducing fireworks display; the audience members were so delighted they practically jumped three feet in the air.

The finale starred the ever-popular Mr. Gu Mian and Miss 007, along with numerous Lower Class People, in heartfelt renditions of 'Righteous Betrayal' and 'Backstabbing.'

The closing act was Mr. Gu Mian's remake of 'Chainsaw Massacre,' with everyone giving their utmost, shrieking and hollering on stage.

This season's Carnival concluded amidst wails, howls, and thunderous applause; the Host even shed tears of reluctance at its end.

Truly a delightful instance.

Gu Mian watched the countdown on the panel reach zero and smiled with satisfaction.