Different from the pure sensation of powerful strength that ordinary power brings...
The magical power that Gu Mo is currently harnessing only brings about the irrational, the mysterious, the bizarre, the distortion of facts, and the deception of the world... These are the essence of this magical power.
The way he wields this power is like constantly weaving one lie after another. Even though he knows it's false, under the effect of this magical power, the truth becos unimportant. The lies he weaves can co true, tricks and pranks, rational and irrational—all these beco irrelevant under his will.
——So, he can suddenly change his style into a codic animation style, with body morphing effects being the simplest transformation...
——He can also reach out and take a gun handed over by soone else. As to who hands it over, it doesn't matter. Whether it's the person or that gun, they can appear when needed...
——He can further influence others to act according to his wishes, his will, his needs, to participate in his play's script, as if the countless demons and humans in the audience were his fans...
Behaving recklessly, acting willfully, and even these are not the limits. He can achieve much more and many other forms.
Before putting on the mask, Gu Mo still harbored the idea of testing the mask's limits, but after putting on the mask, this thought was directly thrown into so forgotten corner... It's not that he forgot about it, he still rembers it clearly.
Yet in this state, he scoffs at his earlier idea, planning nothing according to previous thoughts, just doing whatever he pleases, not intending to ruin his interest for the sake of scheming and objectives...
Arrogant? Conceited?
Perhaps he looks like an arrogant madman, but essentially, as long as it's fun, that's all that matters... As long as it feels fun and interesting to him now, that's enough.
Simply put, it's just ssing around according to his own ideas! As long as he is happy!
Purely like a child, not deliberately for anything else, just wanting to ss around purely because it's fun... At this mont, he's very happy, wearing a mask as smooth as a facial mask, showing an excited laugh, an unfiltered, pure joy.
"It seems everyone is very enthusiastic... Unfortunately, the spots are limited, so we can only randomly select from the live audience."
Surveying the nurous fan spectators below the stage, listening to their screams and cheers, seeing countless arms or claws or tentacles raised, Gu Mo, satisfied, holds the microphone and loudly says with a booming voice, everyone's enthusiasm makes him very happy.
"But please rest assured, we guarantee this selection process is completely random, absolutely fair, open, and just, there is no need for doubts... Those selected can be considered lucky, and those who aren't selected just have bad luck, it doesn't prove anything."
As he speaks, two Masked Demons with eyeball-patterned masks walk onto the stage carrying two large boxes, the boxes covered with black cloth, obscuring what's inside.
They place the two boxes on either side of the host and then hurry off the stage.
"As you can see, I have two boxes here; this box contains slips with the nas of the live audience, and that box... Well, also contains slips with the nas of the live audience." Holding the microphone, Gu Mo walks to the left box and lifts the black cloth.
He casually grabs a handful, pulling out a big handful of slips, then glances at the nas on them, casually reciting a few nas——
"Yato, Visakha, Kamimura Raishin, Heavenly Guardian Three Servants: Aus..."
Stopping there, he casually waves the handful of slips in his hand, smiling a bright and simple smile, radiant like a big brother from the neighborhood, while casually putting the handful of slips back into the box, unabashedly boasting:
"Everyone saw it, right? I just grabbed randomly, and the nas on the slips pulled out are all different. Thus, it's evident that our random selection process is absolutely fair, open, and just; there will be no covert manipulation in the entire process..."
Thus——
Another round of thunderous applause and cheers.
The audience enthusiastically applauds and praises, with a stormy wave of sound sweeping the venue, wave after wave, as though accompanying the rhythm of the glowing lights and flashlights like an ocean beat.
"..."
"..."
However, those whose nas were just called appear not quite at ease, simultaneously feeling an extrely bad premonition—a fair, open, and just process? Fair my ass, casually grabbing a handful of slips, and the nas called happened to be that small group of people?
Even the ones you just shot dead are still on the slips... Shouldn't it have been shot dead?
Such coincidences! Claiming there's no manipulation, no covert operations, they find it hard to believe!
At this mont, they feel sowhat flustered, this madman can just shatter Lord Palace God's divine artifact without a care for the reputation and authority of the High Celestial Plain, so likely, he won't care about their opinions now... So, what does he plan to do to them?
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