Gu Mo was the first to start clapping, his face full of excitent, and he laughed heartily. Although his solitary applause and laughter seed quite abrupt, it eventually broke the silence. It's probably that as long as he wasn't embarrassed, the embarrassnt belonged to others.
Moreover, soon many in the audience also started clapping, laughing loudly, with laughter and applause spreading like waves. Whether they genuinely got the joke and found it funny or were acting out of loyalty to protect their beloved idol from a cold reception, it's hard to say.
Perhaps it was a bit of both because it was indeed sowhat humorous. Although they were caught in a strange state of cognitive adjustnt, it didn't affect all their mories and emotions, turning them into completely different people or manipulated puppets.
They were still themselves, only ignoring the current unusual situation. It's like the exaggerated special effects and performances in cartoons; one sees such exaggeration but finds it normal because it's known to be animation and doesn't take it seriously...
Their current state is roughly like this — they find the specific irrational aspects unremarkable, while everything else, including personality, beliefs, and thought logic, remains their own.
"Thank you, everyone... Thank you for your support, let's begin the revelry. By the way, all tonight's proceeds will be donated to a joint charity project — to myself. I'll also hold a raffle, and several lucky audience mbers will be randomly selected—"
Gu Mo laughed joyfully. Just by looking at his expression, one could tell that it was an extrely enthusiastic emotion, almost contagious... Yet beyond the passionate exuberance, there was a hint of madness.
The madness was by its nature indulgent and audacious, masked by the superficial exuberance, and few could discern it.
He opened his arms to welco the ovation and cheers like a landslide and tsunami. The mask covering his face, resembling a smooth green mask, flexibly changed with his expression, looking quite comical: "Winning audience mbers, please leave your address and contact information. Prepare the prizes you intend to give as soon as you return. I will personally visit to collect them later..."
Ultimately, people are different, whether masking or unmasking, liberating the true self or awakening suppressed nature. Even if they are similar in nature, they can only be similar and not exactly alike, with no differences.
So Gu Mo's performance was different from that of a movie protagonist. Perhaps he had always been ntally prepared before putting on the mask, consciously wanting to combat the complete loss of self-control due to the manic side effects, which is why he retained a degree of rationality now.
— It might not be decisive, unable to change his current state of doing whatever cos to mind, behaving recklessly, and being beyond anyone's control.
— After all, he might be enthusiastic about implenting a seemingly cool idea this mont but find it boring the next and walk away, not wishing to continue...
At this mont, Gu Mo, appearing joyfully thankful for everyone's support, scanned the audience quickly, spotting so "loose fish" who hadn't applauded for him.
They stood there with serious expressions, their gazes brimming with various emotions, staring at him as if facing a formidable adversary.
How dare they be so disrespectful?
Gu Mo lowered his hands, his smile faded, with no special expression, yet imdiately giving off a sense of shifting from sunny to cloudy.
His gaze fixated montarily on Fujisaki Kouta, who was holding his face tightly, trembling all over, seemingly not cald down from the previous humiliation, then imdiately shifted to a woman exuding opulence yet looking quite harsh.
She was one of the Celestial Guardian Race's Divine Artifacts and the leader of this operation, the Heavenly Guardian Three Servants: Aus.
She was clenching her fists tightly, gazing from the stage's host with vigilance and disgust. When noticing his attention shifting her way, she instinctively took a step back, then felt it was shaful under the watchful eyes of the nearby Divine Artifacts and Gods.
So she stepped forward again with a stern face, looking imposing:
"Who are you? What's your relationship with this mage? You better explain clearly... Otherwise, we'll also treat you as a taboo and dispose of you directly!"
As her facial expression indicated, she was a very harsh and proud person, probably due to the proximity to high-ranking officials at the chancellor's door. After all, her master is the exalted "Heaven," atop the eight million gods, unconsciously making her particularly proud and self-reliant over the years.
She not only looked down on other gods but was even so conceited that she had rebellious thoughts she herself hadn't realized — "Gods themselves are truly insignificant; without an Artifact like , they could hardly achieve anything."
Perhaps that was indeed the case, but who would admit it?
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