Chapter 179: The Law of Beauty
Silence, complete silence——
As the final scene ended, everyone in the theater looked as if they had lost their souls.
Even though everyone had already guessed the story’s ending wouldn’t be a happy one, they never expected that the conclusion would be marked by Olivia’s self-sacrifice.
There was no love line, and the finale did not end with a grand wedding;
All motives had been preditated.
Olivia’s sacrifice had been foreshadowed as early as the first scene.
What the new final act left behind was only a curse to protect the Sea Clan, and Olina's back, weakly reaching out for the bubbles that vanished with a sigh. The end.
Clap clap—
Clap clap clap—
Clap clap clap clap—
After a brief silence, the theater erupted in thunderous applause. It was like a tidal wave rising and rising, echoing endlessly in the hall.
“Why did Olivia have to die at the end—”
Beneath the applause were several viewers who couldn’t calm their emotions due to Olivia’s sacrifice.
To keep others from seeing their embarrassnt, so quietly wiped tears from the corners of their eyes while the lights were still dim.
Among them was Vivian, whose tear threshold had always been high.
“Damn it—why did Janna have to bring to see this play during the holidays—this is just too cruel...”
Vivian sniffled lightly.
As long as she recalled Olivia's tearful face during the sacrifice, having imrsed herself completely as Olina, her nose began to sting.
“So annoying!”
“Richard, did you bring tissues?”
While Richard Eva was still caught up in the emotions and clapping nonstop, a weak whisper suddenly sounded in his ear.
“No, just use your sleeve.”
“Shhh—”
As Richard Eva blatantly exposed Soro Flare’s little secret without any regard, the snot almost flowing into Soro Flare’s mouth forced him to quickly wipe his nose with his sleeve before clamping his hand over Richard Eva’s mouth.
“What nonsense are you talking about? I wasn’t crying!”
“I didn’t say you were crying—”
Realizing he had walked into Richard Eva’s trap in a panic, Soro Flare rubbed his snot-covered sleeve against Richard Eva’s back in retaliation, then turned away, ignoring Richard Eva’s snickering.
“It’s okay. Crying while watching a play isn’t shaful, especially when it’s Janna’s play—”
“Enough!”
Bang—just as the two were bickering, the theater lights suddenly ca on. Perhaps due to having adapted to the dark for too long, the abrupt lighting made it hard for so to open their eyes.
“Janna—what’s wrong?”
Backstage, seeing Janna keeping her head down after stepping offstage, Liji Silks, assuming she was still emotionally caught up, wiped her own tears and gently held Janna’s hand.
“Your hand is so cold—”
“Everyone did great——Hmm? What’s going on here? Why are you all gathered together—Janna, are you alright? Are you tired?”
David Berg, who had rushed backstage intending to praise the entire cast, swallowed his words when he saw everyone gathered around Janna.
He quickly walked over, his face full of concern for this “opera gem” he had discovered himself.
“I’m fine. I just got caught in the emotions earlier and haven’t had a chance to snap out of it.”
Soft-spoken, breath like orchid.
Just by sitting there, everyone naturally gathered around, showing heartfelt concern and care.
And with just one simple sentence, everyone present unconsciously chose to believe her.
It was as if Janna was their most cherished and trusted soul figure.
No matter what she said or did—even if it was wrong—they would instinctively find excuses for her in their hearts, assuming she had so unspoken hardship.
“Janna, if you’re not feeling well, just rest backstage. If needed, you can skip the curtain call later—”
As he said this, David Berg shivered unexpectedly. He imdiately regretted his words.
After all, the final bow had always been a tradition in the opera circle. It was also a key mont for fans to present flowers and support the theater’s revenue.
If Troupe Leader Roman Roland knew that David Berg dared to suggest letting Janna skip the curtain call without his approval, he might storm the stage and slap him.
But—
Looking at Janna sitting on the sofa, supported by Liji Silks—even with most of her face hidden behind her hair—there was a strange magic about her that made David Berg neither want nor dare to force her to do anything she didn’t want to.
Even if he got scolded by the troupe leader, this thought didn’t waver.
At this mont, Janna, unaware of David Berg’s inner turmoil, was indeed in an “inconvenient” state.
The mont the Daily Quest System notified Janna of the quest completion, aside from the rewards in Skill EXP and Talent EXP, she naturally also saw the “Charisma 0.1” reward ssage.
It was precisely this charisma reward that pushed Janna’s character panel entry for [Charisma: 9.9]
Directly past the 10-point threshold.
The instant her charisma value broke through the limit and entered the extraordinary, a whisper from the void suddenly echoed in Janna’s ear.
As the whisper grew denser and more focused, a brilliant star emitting diamond-like light appeared before her.
Accompanying it were clusters of vibrant flowers blooming around her—roses, garden roses,
and roses again—as if the goddess of beauty had descended.
A sea of flowers filled the air with intoxicating fragrance, surrounding Janna completely.
“This must be the power of a Law—”
“Janna——Janna——”
Just as Janna was imrsed in the endless sea of flowers, unable to pull herself out, a voice from the outside world called her back from that “entrapnt.”
“Thank you all. I’m really fine now.”
While David Berg was still struggling internally, Janna, who had been sitting with her head down, stood up again from the sofa.
With her rose-scented calm face still hidden behind the draping hair—
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