Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 1018 - 752

Backstage remained silent.

Cat Immortal was stunned for a moment, looking around.

He hurriedly waved his Rod again, and the light fog spread out once more, accompanied by the music.

"Night breeze gently caresses, petals scatter, Love God, your voice tenderly purifies the world."

This dance was a tribute to the Love God, mimicking the Love God’s holy dance.

Prayers passed through the square, reaching directly to the pinnacle of the stage.

"Under your care, fate continuously flourishes."

Cat Immortal chanted loudly,

"Cute and lovely transformation!"

"..."

This time, it was not just the stage that had gone quiet.

The audience seats were also silent.

"I said, cute and lovely transformation!"

Cat Immortal, still disbelieving, spun his Rod in a big circle on the spot.

Grey Princess still did not appear.

"Transform again!"

"Transform for me!!"

"Why the heck aren’t you coming out!"

...

At that moment backstage.

Watching Cat Immortal perform various dances, it seemed he was just short of breakdancing.

"It’s probably not a performance mishap; having a special easter egg in the public release is a pretty normal arrangement,"

Snow Witch said, her eyes mostly on the book in her hand, listening most of the time, occasionally looking up.

Brielda Opera House, under the new executive’s promotion, valued media and educational outreach, initiating various educational projects, popularizing opera arts, and "Global Live" broadcasted live performances through high-definition screenings to media terminals and cinemas worldwide.

The opera house also occasionally offered lectures, seminars, and backstage tours to attract audiences of different ages, holding a high level of social influence.

Every year, hundreds of thousands of audience members came to see performances, making it one of the most popular high-end cultural centers in Brielda City, meaning major performance mishaps were practically impossible.

...

After a while more.

"I’ll transform, transform, transform——!"

The voice at the front of the stage, nearly breaking, echoed to the back of the curtain.

"What are you all doing?!"

Abigail ran from the audience seats back to backstage, saw Talia still dallying, and burst out angrily,

"Girl, hurry up on stage!!"

Abigail pushed Talia towards the front of the curtain.

"Ying! Lanci, help me!"

Talia looked back while walking forward, her eyes sending out a plea for help telepathically.

She felt so nervous that she couldn’t remember a single line.

"..."

Lanci was still buried in memorizing; at least one of them had to remember the lines.

He believed that no matter the situation, he could smooth it over.