### Chapter 92: Talent Abounds
There are many organizations that share the same sentiments as the Night Hunts.
Those who just run ordinary businesses don’t have the jittery disposition of those infamous outlaw groups under law enforcement’s radar.
Once the information about the Rising Sun Theater Group spread in these circles, almost all the Star Holders knew about it.
Though they’re quite fearsome, they cause no harm to others and even provide wonderful and entertaining performances; how could such things not spark their curiosity?
One must see such rare occurrences up close.
Of course, only the boldest of Star Holder companies would dare such unconventional team-building activities. The majority still preferred to observe from a personal angle.
If the Rising Sun Theater Group performed something terrifying like a life ritual rather than the peaceful shows described in intelligence reports, well, they’d simply have to accept their fate.
Time crept towards noon.
Everyone was eagerly awaiting news on the Rising Sun Theater Group.
The Underworld was as silent as a lake without a ripple.
Then, a piece of news reached every organization’s ears:
The Rising Sun Theater Group had appeared.
They were showing up on another stage rather than the one where they were previously seen.
“Quick! Go witness the spectacle!”
“Rumor has it there’s a Supernova Star Eclipse inside; I’ve never seen a Supernova Star Eclipse in my entire life!”
“Monsters capable of destroying entire countries are performing for regular folk. It truly defies imagination why the Star Eclipses do what they do.”
That pretty much summed it up.
Many insiders had a spectator mindset, easily mingling with the common folks to watch the Rising Sun Theater Group’s show.
After all, there’s a saying — audience members won’t make distinctions between ordinary people and Star Holders.
Elsewhere,
On some stage,
The Rising Sun Theater Group had requisitioned it, and resistance was futile.
Many passerby stopped to gaze intently, with wide, curious eyes.
A mix of strange folks were also in the crowd, each holding different perspectives compared to the average Joe.
People gathered in groups; some came out of sheer curiosity, others to observe closely, and a few to broaden their horizons. All sorts showed up, the full spectrum from A to Z.
Other Star Holders belonging to various factions sensed many of their ilk nearby but showed no signs of initiating action—they remained fixated on the stage, devoid of any trouble-making tendencies.
It was said that this was the domain of the Rising Sun Theater Group.
Messing around in someone else’s turf was akin to asking for divine retribution; it’s a bad idea, especially since causing chaos at this location was taboo—even private feuds were meant to be settled elsewhere.
Here, stirring up trouble would lead to mutual destruction.
Thus, this place, this moment, might actually be the safest—assuming everyone understood the unspoken rules.
As the Singer’s voice echoed through the air, the sky quickly darkened, marking the start of the Rising Sun Theater Group’s performance.
Nights Hunt and company stood afar, watching the show from the edge, attempting to catch a glimpse of the performer’s face.
Heli Xia muttered to herself,
“How on Earth does this teenage girl sound so familiar? I feel like I’ve met her somewhere, yet I can’t pin down when or where.”
She was not alone in this thought; others felt similarly puzzled.
Unfortunately, none of them would think to associate this mystery singer with Kong Yu Bai.
The Existence Interference had one glaring flaw: it could mess with one’s perception.
Kong Yu Bai and the Singer were entirely separate entities.
As long as one identity was clearly presented to everyone, they wouldn’t consider the other; it was a complete sidestep from reality.
Thus, even if Heli Xia and friends had encountered Kong Yu Bai before and formed strong impressions, they wouldn’t correlate her with the Singer now.
Frustrated by their inability to solve the riddle, they simply enjoyed the melodious tune of the Singer instead.
To be fair, while the Rising Sun Theater Group was intimidating, the Singer’s voice was nothing short of angelic, rivaling that of renowned world songstresses.
As the song ended and the next act began, many in the audience were entranced.
Star Holders mixed among the crowd gradually determined that the Rising Sun Theater Group was just a forceful yet harmless group, not posing any real threat.
As long as they avoided this day, they could continue with their usual antics without concern. The presence of the Rising Sun Theater Group didn’t truly alter anything.
Waltonka remained unaffected by all of this.
Gradually, everyone shifted their focus to observing the theater groups on the edges, matching them up.
Members from the Order of Sequence were doing the same.
All known members appeared.
Nothing seemed amiss except for…
An extra, unknown member—a masked girl, her appearance obscured by mysterious forces. Her identity was a complete blank slate.
This enigma was enveloped in such unknown forces that she was essentially a walking black hole of information.
While others were clueless, Nights Star was crystal clear on one thing—this was the Fraudster’s doing.
The notion of Qing Liao Songstress had been completely subverted.
No matter who looked, they wouldn’t connect the dots to Qing Liao Songstress; they’d assume this newcomer was part of the group’s mysterious roster.
Some factions silently noted this and planned to look into it later, though their efforts would likely be fruitless.
At stage’s edge,
Night Star watched the Puppet Master’s puppet show with a wandering mind.
While zoning out during a performance was rude, this vantage point was a bit off-kilter.
Watching from the sides wasn’t typical audience behavior but more akin to a backstage worker’s perspective.
To truly embody an Audience Performer, they’d need to be an actual audience member below, experiencing the show from the authentic viewer’s standpoint.
Only then could one fully appreciate the experience.
So, Night Star resolved to always stay below the stage as a true attendee rather than a performer, knowing it was the superior choice.
“Mmm…”
As Night Star refocused just in time for the show’s climax, chaos erupted.
Boom!
A deafening explosion rattled the nearby building. Shrapnel exploded in the air.
“Huh?”
The scene seemed eerily familiar to Night Star, reminiscent of moments right before arriving at Waltonka.
Seeing the massive blast nearby, the ground-level viewers dispersed hastily for their lives. Ordinary citizens accustomed to city disturbances reacted instinctively, fleeing to ensure their safety.
Most of the audience of the Rising Sun Theater Group scattered.
This sudden turn left the infiltrating Star Holders frozen, shock written across their faces as they stared at the plumes of smoke rising from the demolished building.
Was this the handiwork of those brilliant minds?
Had they ignored today’s significance and the enormous risk involved in causing disruption?
Wonderful.
The chaos unfolded near the Rising Sun Theater Group’s showstage.
If it wasn’t deliberate, it could only mean these masterminds truly had no idea what they were doing.
Talent indeed!
