I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods-Chapter 393 - 51: The Music Begins

"Dang~"

At nine in the morning, with a light piano sound, Mokaka's long-prepared concert finally began.

Her first piece was electronic piano pure music, which didn't need a lead singer or a drummer, so Yun You and Tian En had nothing to do for the moment. They could lean back on their seats and listen to the music patiently.

Honestly, the composition by Mokaka was truly outstanding. Just the first few high and low notes quickly captured the listeners' hearts.

The people and guards in the camp were originally highly tense after a long night, filled with unease and anxiety... but after the piano music began, that restless feeling slowly dissipated.

They could feel an invisible force, turning into gentle hands, softly soothing their hearts, bringing them quickly to peace.

The accumulated malice and murderous intent on the Floating Island also gradually vanished.

And it was not only they who changed.

Through specially made speakers, Mokaka's piano sound soon spread beyond the camp, echoing throughout the Floating Island.

A deep chord, like an eternal bell, pierced through the city.

In the forest area, a group of mobsters vying for prey suddenly stopped their actions. Their gaze gradually softened, and their clenched fists slowly loosened, casually dropping the blades in their hands.

They no longer hacked at the dying victim in front of them but silently raised their heads, listening to the celestial sounds coming from all around.

"What a... beautiful piece..."

While listening, the two mobsters suddenly shed tears, and a hint of guilt they had never felt before emerged in their hearts.

They stared blankly at the victim in front of them, incredulously sighing, "What are we doing?"

"Although there's plenty of food, our greed caused us to commit unforgivable sins again and again."

"It truly is our fault..."

As they spoke, they knelt down, holding the victim and crying bitterly, even taking out precious medicine, pouring it recklessly over the dying person.

Even the victim showed a slight peaceful smile, giving up past hatred and humiliation, struggling to reach out and embrace the two mobsters. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

On the beach, the ongoing gang conflicts ceased under the piano sound.

People glanced at the weapons in their hands, then at the scattered corpses beside them, feeling like they had wasted their days.

Clearly, they could have enjoyed a peaceful and quiet life, not living in constant fear, fighting over whether they could eat their next meal...

They really were too foolish, too stubborn.

"The performer of that music... is the person we should truly pursue."

In an instant, this thought surged in the hearts of the mobsters.

"Plap plap~"

Mokaka's slender fingers danced over the holographic keys, the notes woven into an invisible net gently enveloping the entire realm of the floating.

Her pink short hair moved without wind, the piano's quantum computer array gleaming with faint light, playing music of no known sheet, each note precisely calculated to strike at the deepest heart.

In the factory area, a curled-up android in the corner raised its head, its sparking right arm ceased to twitch, as if listening to some long-lost tranquility. Several mobsters, plotting to modify a suicide bomb truck, stopped their discussion, their expressions transforming from ferocious to calm, as if some warm power had cleansed their souls.

Even some apprentice death gods quieted down.

This wasn't an isolated case but a common occurrence throughout the prison.

Mokaka never exaggerated; her music indeed had the power to change hearts!

The music gradually reached its climax, the blood-colored neon outside the camp's energy barrier also seemed to soften a bit.

Mokaka played faster and faster, the notes turning into tangible light spots forming a brilliant river of stars in the fake night sky of the Floating Island.

But... not everyone would be moved by this piece of music.

Those with too much murderous intent, or with a mindset as firm as iron, would not be affected by the first piece.

In the urban area, about five kilometers from Mokaka Camp.

A mighty mobster team suddenly came to a halt.

The leading black-robed elder widened his eyes the moment he heard the music.

"Not good! Put on noise-canceling headphones, quickly!"

He turned his head sharply, trying to alert his subordinates behind him, but already a third of them were influenced by the music, falling into an incredible state of calm.

"Damn it!"

The elder gritted his teeth, cursed in a low voice, and just as he was about to say something, another mob leader's voice came over his ear.

"Damn... we were a step too late! Casablanca old man! That Mokaka chick got her song out!"

"How's your side? How many people have been affected? Dammit... over thirty people in my team are already senseless, and I had to kill them all."

The voice was full of fury.

Evidently, this was the voice of another War Gang leader—the Overlord of the beach area, Big Fat.

"I've got more than ten people affected over here, but fortunately, we have more people with headphones on."

Casablanca shook his head and then signaled to a few personal guards around him.

The latter immediately understood, drew their blades, and severed the heads of those influenced by the music.

Even though these people were their companions just minutes ago, when it came time to act, the War Gang mobsters would not hesitate.

"According to spies, Mokaka's concert will play three pieces in total, each one increasing its effect on our minds."

Casablanca gritted his teeth and said coldly, "If she finishes all three pieces, we'll be doomed!"

"Get your people to attack! We are on our way... make sure to form a siege around Mokaka Camp, aim to break through their defenses within half an hour!"

"The spy said Mokaka needs a ten-minute break after each performance before she can start the next one, and these breaks are our last chance..."

"I just contacted 'Celestial King', that guy has already snuck near the camp through the sewers. As soon as we attack, he'll come out to assist."

"And that elusive 'Jiang Xing', we've detected his life signs in the urban area, he might also come out to aid us."

"In short, let's start the battle!"

Casablanca glared at the clearly visible camp barrier not far off, saying with hatred, "We've lost too many chances, this time, Mokaka will not succeed easily."

"Alright!"

On the other end, Big Fat nodded heavily.

"Let these pieces become Mokaka's death dirge!"