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Several helicopters, with the roar of their rotors, circled continuously around the Eastern Tower, their movements synchronized with the flashing lights on the stage below and atop the tower, creating an incredibly dreamlike scene.
Dream Butterfly was already a global superstar, a level of influence that no other artist could match.
This concert, the largest in history, was being broadcast live worldwide, with sponsorships that were astonishingly numerous.
From above, looking down from the helicopters, the scene was a sea of people. The fervent fans had gathered in a unique force, congregating above the Eastern Tower.
The light rain, illuminated by the lights, enhanced the ethereal atmosphere.
Walking through the crowded streets, her hair dampened by the drizzle, Yang Xiaoyou looked up at the Eastern Tower and felt the palpable excitement in the air. She couldn't help but sigh heavily, her expression darkening.
"Indeed, I underestimated your ambition. I thought that by implementing a secondary inoculation strategy, I could significantly delay things with my arrangements. But now it seems you are directly tapping into a resonance on a spiritual level. If I can't change the current situation, then those arrangements will only serve to slightly reduce the final losses."
Although Yang Xiaoyou had almost figured out her next move by now, stopping it was proving to be increasingly difficult.
Activating 'Vaccine' through spiritual resonance to complete an evolutionary symphony was an audacious maneuver. It seemed that broadcasts from various locations and even satellite aspects had been manipulated. Now countries were struggling to intervene within an effective timeframe.
And underground, there were instruments she was unaware of that likely amplified spiritual aspects. Coupled with the overwhelming faith that was entirely at her disposal above...
This wasn't just about the fans present; all fans watching the global livestream shared in this sentiment.
Everything was ready. With Dream Butterfly's own arrangements in place, it would be challenging for other aspects to coordinate effectively within this timeframe.
The countdown had already begun, and aside from herself, there was no longer any force that could directly influence the situation. It was likely that the reason she couldn't contact Feng Lin was because she had found a way to divert attention, truly a clever scheme.
Moreover, the principle of "the void is the real, and the real is the void" applied here. Even now, Yang Xiaoyou could not determine whether the final key to unlocking everything belonged to the genuine Dream Butterfly or if both she and her counterpart possessed the ability to unlock it.
Recently, everyone had been arranged to eliminate any influences. Control over circulation was in place, attempting to disrupt the second vaccination. Even if some evolutionary phenomena occurred, they were directly suppressed.
But now it became clear that her chosen path had deviated!
Although she anticipated that the concert would surely be a turning point, she had decided to personally guard this area. However, she hadn't expected that this place was not merely a simple opportunity but rather the source and hub of everything!
Relying solely on herself was truly exhausting.
Indeed, although she could analyze the overall situation down to minute details and arrange a global layout to weaken influences with terrifying speed—her Tactical Layout was nearly perfect—strategically, she had been completely outmaneuvered. Despite the high efficiency of her work, it felt like she was achieving little for all her efforts.
It was as if she had a straightforward answer to nine times nine but insisted on quickly calculating it as nine plus nine, nine times over.
Her calculation speed was impressive, yet in her opponent's eyes, it seemed somewhat ridiculous.
"What a pity that the Demoness and her companions lack my calculation speed. Their realization came too late; otherwise, they could have provided me with insights and prevented this situation from arising. Or perhaps that fellow noticed something but chose to remain silent."
Her heart raced as she grasped the cause and effect of the situation. Yang Xiaoyou clenched her hands; the current scenario was entirely within Dream Butterfly's control. She had fully understood her own character and calculated her layout perfectly, leading to this intricate web before her.
No matter how arduous the road ahead or what obstacles lay in wait, she was determined to forge ahead!
He had promised Meng Lu and Feng Lin that he would fulfill his commitments, and he would not go back on his word.
He thought of his parents and his close friends; even if he was fighting alone at this moment, he was not truly alone.
He carried the will of another version of himself within him.
As he healed, his spirit had been tempered, inheriting his own will. Now, after Yang Xiaoyou made her decision, that will began to surge within him.
Even the light drizzle seemed to avoid him, drifting away to either side.
In an instant, he felt as if he had transformed into a furnace, a violent heat radiating from his body. Yet every pore was tightly closed, making him feel like a blazing furnace!
If there were infrared sensors, one would see a human sun moving through the crowd, dazzling beyond compare!
"Are you blind? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
A fervent fan, tightly blocked by the dense crowd and unable to move forward, felt a hard shove against his body. He stumbled awkwardly to the side and began to curse loudly, turning to glare at the careless fellow who had bumped into him.
However, when he caught sight of the side profile of the person who had collided with him, he suddenly found himself speechless, his body stiffening in shock.
Although from the side he appeared to be a delicate and refined youth, at that moment his pupils seemed to glow crimson, accompanied by an overwhelming aura that felt as heavy as a mountain. He resembled a demonic god among mortals! Instinctively, fear and a sense of submission welled up within him.
All remaining words were choked back. His once tightly clenched fists now trembled uncontrollably, leaving him feeling dazed and confused.
Once he regained his senses, that figure resembling a demonic god had already pushed through the crowd and continued moving forward. Aside from the aching shoulder reminding him of the collision, everything else felt dreamlike.
Standing atop the Eastern Tower, looking down at the crowd below like ants, drenched by the drizzle yet exuding an unusual charm like a Dream Butterfly, a wicked smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
"Finally arrived, have you? But will you stop me first or come over to hinder me? This choice is one you should ponder carefully—it's being broadcast live worldwide."
"Master, everything is ready. Even if the governments of various countries simultaneously attempt to cut us off, we can ensure you have enough time by infiltrating the satellites. The lower levels of the tower are already heavily guarded, and there are quite a few terrifying entities that can activate their powerful combat abilities at the cost of their lifespan. Even if the Mistress is extraordinary, it will take her a considerable amount of time to reach us."
Just then, a delicate Hanfu Girl appeared behind Dream Butterfly, bowing to report.
As the crowd surged and fans cheered, the magnificent stage suddenly burst into a kaleidoscope of colors, accompanied by fluttering ribbons and spraying mist. A stunningly beautiful figure appeared on stage, exuding a dreamlike aura.
At the same time, the fans below, who had been building anticipation for so long, erupted in a deafening cheer. The energy at the top of the tower reached its peak, as if the Rain Cloud above was about to disperse!
"Alright, I can't make any guarantees; I can only stop here for now. Whether it succeeds or fails will be determined in this moment. Regardless, I will do my utmost. I seek not to be without regret towards others but only to be true to myself."
As Yang Xiaoyou's Heart began to murmur upon seeing the beautiful figure on stage, the story continues...
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