In the Great Theater, tens of thousands of figures were deliberately blurred in the places untouched by light, like ghosts in the dust of history, shrouded in a heavy darkness.

In the vast space, only the girl's voice lingered in the air for a long time.

Earlier, the screen full of praise for the girl had briefly quieted down, with occasional fragments of speech drifting past.

[:Things are getting interesting.]

[:What is she going to do?]

"We must find a way to clear her connection with our 'Tree of Eternal Life'. Once she's implicated with us, Belvedere will undoubtedly take the opportunity to escalate, breaking the decades-long party balance!"

In the room of the Tree of Eternal Life Club, someone loudly pointed out.

"Yes, yes, quickly contact Trollis! Have her find a way to handle the bill issue and get in touch with Mr. Yain afterwards to handle the internal staff adjustments in the Starry Forest!"

At this moment, these renowned artists in society were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, hopping with agitation, dialing call after call behind the curtain to find ways to dissociate the girl's relationship with their network. In the corner, Gao Wen observed this scene, shaking his head and letting out a sneer.

"You truly disappoint me!"

At this time, a voice reprimanded everyone else, and the other artists looked up to find Ventel, whose face had always been sullen, standing up.

"We've been fighting with the Belvedere faction for so many years, 122 years of snow and wind has worn down your bloodlust, has it crushed your spines?"

The great artists each looked down in shame, while Daphne tried to smooth things over with a few words but was driven back by the thunder entwined around Ventel, who paced the room, looking at everyone with deep desolation in his eyes.

"Why didn't I see it before, what kind of bullshit artists, the original practitioners of that era. Ask yourselves, does your current lowly and ridiculous posture truly deserve to be named among the great artists of that era alongside Roquel, Mickey, and others!?"

"You're terrified with the slightest disturbance; if Belvedere came knocking one day, what would you do, humble yourselves, or betray your comrades?"

"If your students knew, would they think, 'What kind of sackful of wine and dining vermin are the teachers I once revered!?'"

The man's powerful roar echoed through the room, shaking the Newton's cradle on the conference table, making everyone's shoulders tremble and their gazes evade.

"You have no right to criticize us, Ventel!" someone stood up and accused loudly.

"Back then, you were also one of the promoters of the '612 Foster Home Education Act.' If anyone here is guilty of humbling themselves to Belvedere and betraying their comrades, it's definitely you!"

"Haven't you made deals with Belvedere? The 'Guidelines for High-Quality Regional Artistic Development' was proposed by you, wasn't it? Publicly dealing with Belvedere, while secretly deceiving your students, brainwashing those poor students with lofty words to jump into the fire pit!"

"That's right, Ventel, all these years, you've never reflected on yourself, always doing as you please, looking down on us. Have you ever truly regarded us as comrades?"

"Or do you just want to overthrow Belvedere and become the next Belvedere, kicking us all aside?"

Ventel's chest heaved violently, hot breath huffing from his nostrils.

These old practitioners knew best that the birth of 'artists' was by no means accidental; the spiritual state of the people of the Star of Art was not as stable as the annual reports of the Inspectorate and the Life Daylight Human Rights Association portrayed. Belvedere alone could not support such a vast network of forests.

This was all their own doing. For the so-called art, they controlled people's thoughts, blinding the association's eyes, until the cursed occurred sixty years ago. The so-called blessing was their lie to deceive the public from the beginning.

This is the power of the "miracle."

The starry sky above the Star of Art is false; the true body of the "Master of the Stars" is a worm entrenched in the Cosmos. The three Yaoxing rising from the east to the west are the compound eyes of that worm, rising from the tail to the abdomen, then to the chest throughout the day.

The He is constantly watching the people on this land, triggering miraculous powers.

Master of cunning wisdom, Master of the Pole Star, the only light in the dark world, the source of great wisdom in the icy land.

You are the Master of the Stars, governing change and destiny. Your will transforms into snowflakes, descending, spreading light and wisdom. Your kingdom is a nation of noble ideals, cultivating art and prosperity. You are the supreme truth we follow, the cocoon of healing that redeems souls.

The final line of this prayer will never be taught in textbooks.

And when our inspirations run dry, may we offer the colors of our souls with our own hands under Your mocking gaze, hoping You will forever gaze at this godforsaken land.

The Piano Key District permanently lost its color because "miracles" are always accompanied by curses; the Withered Flower family, after decades of prosperity due to the Siren Miracle, will also bear the cost of withering from the miraculous backlash.

The suppressed and repressed thoughts of the people triggered the "Miracle of the Stars." Every gift of destiny secretly comes with the price tagged to it. While inspiration is abundant here, when exhausted, the people will pay the price—transforming into monsters, offering their faded souls for the Master of the Pole Star to enjoy.

Everything is traceable; since the pathological spirits of the people can trigger the "Miracle of the Stars," it can eventually lead to the birth of horrifying entities like "artists." Even killing the "artists" will not stop thousands of artists from springing up across this icy land as long as the root cause remains.

All of this is simply their self-inflicted retribution.

Reaping what they sow.

No words describe them better.

The higher one rises, the more despairing they feel about the truth faced by the people here.

The 'Guidelines for High-Quality Regional Artistic Development' was his submissive compromise result. The fading of the Piano Key District back then incited fear. Even if he didn't propose the guidelines, Belvedere would have proposed them, calling them 'regulating art creation' to prevent more disasters like the "Miracle of the Stars" from arising.

This was his pledge of allegiance handed directly to Belvedere, indirectly tormenting countless people, a nightmare haunting him for the rest of his life...

Every month, the people of the Star of Art must submit their artistic creations, reviewed by the Life Daylight Art Association. Once cleared, it's submitted to the academy for final judgment. Those who fail the final judgment will be ordered to go to the Piano Key District.

Falling to that place, devoid of even color, and trying to pass the judgment to come out again is practically impossible.

This compulsive policy, as common as tax for the people here, despite the uproar by the Human Rights Association over Chichu Heaven forcing citizens to take 'Vermilion Saliva,' remains ignored, because the Starry Gallery sends a hefty sum labeled as friendship cooperation funds to the Human Rights Association annually.

Logically, once this policy is promulgated, it would inevitably incite protests; at least, the people here should express their stance, but the result was beyond their expectations.

Everyone believed it to be appropriate.

Except for the unlucky ones about to be sent to the Piano Key District.

The reason is simple,

Because they're not the ones suffering.

Do their parents, classmates, teachers, or even colleagues they just met have the slightest relation to them?

Decades ago, the comprehensive implementation of the foster home system, today its potency truly begins to manifest.

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