On the main stage of the opera, Vivien was a little hesitant on the road, knowing that everything in front of her was an illusion projected in her heart, and she still couldn't help but recall that unbearable past.

It was a toy store in the alley of her house.

It is not for nothing that the rent of street shops is more expensive than street shops.

In the city of St. Layden, paving means being protected by the patrol and means being safe.

The streets of the slums are exposed to dark violence.

Even if there is a floor tile across it, it is not the area of responsibility of the patrol police, and even if the street shop is set on fire, the patrol police have the right to turn a blind eye.

Just across the street from a brick is Vivien's favorite toy store as a child.

She liked the boss very much, because the boss, who was also from a poor background, never disliked them poor children, and even occasionally lent them flawed toys that could not be sold for free.

Unfortunately, it all ended on the day she turned seven.

The vision in front of me is that of the toy store with a large hole in the window. She stepped through the huge hole in the window into the ruins of the toy store.

At this moment, the phantom sound of glass bursting suddenly sounded, which reminded her of the day when the toy store was smashed by hooligans.

"Bang!"

Glass Burst!

Countless fragments swirled in the air, reflecting the sunlight and the faces of the expressionless patrolmen at the street crossings.

And the person who tried to stop the hooligans from extorting protection money and wanted to protect the store manager was thrown out by the hooligans, smashed through the shop window, and threw himself outside the store...... It's her!

Looking at her as a little girl, Vivien's heart ached.

Music, just in time!

When the long flute sounded in the void, it was like an old ballad, causing the listener to instantly substitute a sense of impermanence in the world.

On the podium, in front of the orchestra, Mark nodded in satisfaction as he watched the ghost musicians in front of him play the music on the sheet music unmistakably, and then cleared his throat.

Take out the strength of the champion of the city's youth singing contest that year.

At this moment, he incarnates as a narrator of suffering, opening his mouth in a magnetic voice:

"Both...... Be brave! ”

"The wound on your forehead."

"Your ...... Different...... The mistake you made ......"

If there is another time-traveler audience, he will immediately know that Mark is singing "The Lonely Brave"!

The song has never been a traditional opera.

However, this is recognized by more than a billion people and has become a crazy and widely circulated music for countless elementary school students in the Celestial Empire.

The piece itself is too short, only four and a half minutes, and is not enough to be a truly operatic piece that is universally recognized.

Mark made a clever ......

However, just the shallow singing of the opening statement is enough to immerse people in the sadness and quickly immerse themselves, and the beauty of the music itself overflows on the spot.

Before opening his voice, Mark, as the conductor and the audience of cameos, knew that they were playing on an island in the middle of a dark spiritual world.

But when he sang the first lyrics of the Wright version, the lights came on over the island.

First one, then two, three, four.

If you feel it carefully, you will feel a faint divine light wafting from that side. Even if you feel it in a thick line, you have the urge to kneel down on the spot and bow to it.

It's a private room associated with the gods.

Mark didn't know if it was the gods or some remnant.

But he knew that they had at least a good start.

In the box of the god of music, the doppelganger of the muse is half-squinting, observing the performance on the stage, listening to the soundtrack and the lyrics of this opera.

This kind of performance is undoubtedly a subversion of traditional opera.

Of course, she didn't know that the original version was actually a music video, not an opera.

The stark beginning had already captured her mind.

Interestingly, if she, as the goddess of music, doesn't jump out and say that it's not an opera, then no other god will come out and give Mark a red card.

The calm and powerful melody, beautiful and full of narrative, the muse's burgundy eyes suddenly lit up, and this melody alone did not disappoint her curiosity to leave the work in hand and come to listen to the music.

At this time, the gradually intensified music points in the opera began to strengthen the impression of the opera in the muse's mind, and the rhythmic acceleration made the audience understand that the opera was about to enter the main topic.

The magnetic male voice continues to sing:

"Both...... Don't hide! ”

"You shabby doll."

"Your mask, your ego—"

In just a few words, it immediately poked into Vivien's heart.

She's a little crazy, she really doesn't know if her temporary partner is an angel or a devil.

It is precisely because of her humble background, in the street scuffles again and again, and in the cruel competition again and again, she began to hide the weakness in her heart.

There are always bad kids in the slums who take pleasure in destroying other children's toys, and for this reason, Vivien even has to hide her ragdoll bear carefully every day.

From childhood to adulthood, she finally created a mental mask of perseverance and indifference for herself, but under a few simple but very infectious lyrics from Mark, there are signs of disintegration.

She felt like her feelings were starting to spiral out of control.

It just so happened that in the back alley of a bar, she 'saw' a few old acquaintances who had smashed down her beloved toy store. No, it wasn't just them, but among the enemies on the other side were the cultists she had hunted.

Together, they let out the most menacing laugh at her, and rushed towards her with their shiny weapons held high.

Coincidentally, this leads to another scuffle, where a burly giant finds the enemy who killed his wife and daughter in a bar.

A big scuffle began.

Until this moment, the god-level audience of the opera suddenly understood that this was a story about a girl who rose from the slums.

Seriously, at this point, several 'audiences' can already poison the opera. For example, if you play yin, strengthen the combat power of the hooligans on the opposite side.

Originally, the relationship between the gods and spirits is what you approve of, and your opponents must oppose it.

Everyone has long seen that the protagonist is the Night Cultist, and the supporting character is the Storm Child.

Miraculously, no one did anything, not even the Great Sin Sect, which was extremely hostile to the Light and Night Church.

The Muse let out a long sigh of relief.

She's afraid!

She's really scared!

Fear of bastards who don't understand art and ruin an opera that could well become a classic.

As the opera continued, her nervousness began to subside, and she was infected by the subsequent music melody and plot, and the whole person became happy. Even her graceful body swayed back and forth slightly with the melody, and her hands beat the beat.

"Venerable Muse, is this opera really so good? Sounds a bit ...... Not traditional. One of her angels asked.

The muse pouted: "Even if it's a real classic, you will get tired of it after hearing it ten thousand times." Not to mention my believers, even in this world, there is a serious lack of new blood in art. Damn! Why is this genius with an extraordinary musical talent not my believer!? ”

On the side of the stage, Mark's singing continued:

They said...... Tame every monster with light. ”

They said...... To sew up your wounds, no one loves clowns. ”

"Why solitude is not glorious."

"People are only imperfect, and they are worthy of praise."

"Who said that a sludge-covered person is not a hero-"

His deep voice grew ethereal, and when he sang it, Vivien was struck another blow to the heart by fighting the abominable patrolman in the dark back alley.

Suddenly, there was an urge to burst into tears.

Vivi screamed in peace of mind: Bastard! Why do you understand? Why do you understand me?

Born in a side family, when the young master of the main family was enjoying brocade clothes and jade food and a good education, she was crawling in the dirty urban back alleys.

However, this lyric seems to be tailor-made for her.

At this moment, Vivien is more than just a play. She was literally emotionally out of control.

Instead of using her best bow and crossbow, she used her purest fists to fight fiercely with the projections of the patrolmen on the stage.

Punch to the flesh!

Deadly moves!

Whether it's her, Conrad, or Mark, no one notices......

In the box of light and night, the mist of the night - it has come abruptly!