### Chapter 20 The Big Mix-Up Battle
A flock of star eclipses gathered around the group leader as if they were curious about why this high-ranking buddy was summoning them.
“Performing as part of the drama.”
No sooner had the words left his lips.
The puppeteer next to Night Star flicked her fingers, and countless transparent strings fell from above, instantly controlling the star eclipses’ bodies.
【Doll City】 can control humans and also star eclipses.
Since the planned performance got disrupted, things would have to get a bit more…adlibbed.
These randomly inserted star eclipses were now new characters in the bad king’s camp.
Of course, they’re all just disposable cannon fodder.
Night Star quickly regained his composure and jumped right into the scene.
“Let’s do this.”
Holding his sword, Night Star accelerated to the limit of divine speed B, leaped skyscrapers with unbelievable agility, and closed in on the evil king’s direction.
The star eclipses controlled by the puppeteer’s threads rushed towards him head-on, playing the role of hindrances.
None of these star eclipses understood what was happening.
They thought a higher-ranked buddy would lead them; who could’ve known they’d end up being controlled instead?
Now they couldn’t control themselves, not even a chance to beg for mercy. They could only follow the flow.
Soon, they discovered that the ones rushing at them weren’t buddies but humans.
Was this battle against humans?
Many star eclipses understood this.
But before they could react further, a massive figure dropped down from the sky.
It was the puppeteer’s 【Hero】 doll!
“The path ahead is sliced open by the hero!”
A giant sword slashed down, slicing one of the star eclipses in half instantly.
From behind, the puppeteer controlled everything with no pity in her eyes.
If you dare disturb the Rising Sun Theatre Group’s grand performance, then be prepared to pay the price.
Lianhua was kind and obedient only to those near her, showing no mercy to strangers, especially troublemakers.
This personality was also a significant part of her star eclipse identity.
“Hero, clear the path for the judger.”
The hero doll obeyed and lifted its giant blade forward.
The powerful force of the star eclipses overflowed, and a nearby building collapsed instantly along with the rushing star eclipses, turning them to dust.
Boom!
The spectators across the city stood agape.
Wait!
The building collapsed!?
What’s going on?
Could this be real?
There’s no mistake, the tremor felt like an earthquake.
Seeing this, the citizens of Qi Yuan City instinctively wanted to run, but found themselves rooted to the spot, as if they were stuck in some weird quantum state, forced to watch the scene unfold.
Next, the battle escalated.
The countless puppets around the evil king joined in the fray, like a total war.
Book Yao and Kong Yu Bai joined the chaos to take on those evil puppets.
A bunch of “audience members” looked on in silence, too stunned to speak.
They were numb.
Mo Rabbit, standing at the edge of the battlefield, smiled, holding the makeup artist’s portrait, looking rather amused.
Originally, the script included epic confrontations, unavoidable destinies, mind-blowing twists, and shocking conclusions.
However, dozens of confused star eclipses threw everything out the window, transforming what could have been a decent play into a big mess.
In a way, it was still kind of shocking. Just the fact that something like this engulfed an entire city made it insane.
“This play is a riot.”
Mo Rabbit barely managed to hold back her laughter and resumed narrating.
She was the narrator after all, right?
Even though the plot was off-script, she would have to utter a few lines anyhow.
Every wild act needs to continue until it’s over, rules of the game.
“The judger breaks through the evil king’s minions with the help of their allies, and the final showdown with the evil king begins.”
…
In the Night Watcher Base.
A bunch of Night Watchers watched silently, their jaws twitching uncontrollably.
Especially Hei Yang; he practically turned black.
His usually sunny personality couldn’t handle situations like this—it brought out complexities within.
Man, this must s*ck.
Mo Qianmeng looked at Hei Yang, hesitated, and then asked:
“Should we go stop it?”
“Whatever. The announcer probably wouldn’t let us intervene anyway. This seems like some random ad-libbed performance, no script involved.”
“But look at all the destroyed important buildings.”
“And if they don’t clean up afterwards, I’m gonna be like, ‘Whoa, come on!’”
To be fair, the Rising Sun Theatre Group’s grand performance this time surpassed even Yun Chang City’s.
Witnessing the collapse of a whole city firsthand beats watching movies any day.
Those occasional tremors seemed to tell them that things were real.
An illusion? Projection? Hallucination?
Come on, seriously?
Is this what a theater production looks like?
This is the end of days!
Yet, strangely enough, although buildings crumbled in front of civilians, nothing seemed to impact the crowd—like they were in some kind of quantum superposition, existing yet not.
Modern folks had impressive resilience. Knowing they wouldn’t d*e, they continued to watch the battle between the two factions.
“To be real, I’ve only seen scenes like this in movies,” someone said.
“True, such absurd stuff doesn’t happen in reality. If there really was a fight, it would be tech weapons clashing,” another added.
“A battle this chaotic is so outdated.”
“But the experience of feeling a city crumbling is quite unique—it’s like nothing else.”
“Yeah, I saw my house get blown to pieces.”
“I almost died laughing. I was just at home when I got blasted out.”
Confident young people started discussing it, seemingly enjoying the spectacle despite the chaos.
Back to the stage.
Night Star rushed towards the evil king, preparing for a final showdown.
Beside him, the gentleman and the fraudster stepped forward.
They seemed intent on helping the evil king against Night Star.
In theory, these two were sidekicks to the evil king, essentially mini bosses.
In the original script, there definitely wasn’t supposed to be this development.
Just as Night Star thought about how to proceed, someone suddenly popped up.
“I am the Messenger of Doves, sent by destiny to assist the judger in overcoming difficulties.”
It was the makeup artist with Guqiu!
According to her original role, she should have helped the judger in times of danger as a neutral party, moved by their determination and actions.
But now she was stepping up!
What the heck! It’s total chaos!
Eh, might as well since it’s already messed up—another twist wouldn’t make it worse.
Basically, it’s now improv time.
Seeing the dove messenger, Night Star faced off against the group leader’s portrayal of the evil king, his sword pointed at his heart.
Before the towering evil king, the judger seemed like a child, bringing no sense of oppression.
But the judger didn’t budge, standing firm with all hope resting on him.
“Let’s start our final battle.”
