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Chapter 67 - 58 Lanci’s Hell Nuclear Fusion_1

The dark-toned stage was showered in brilliant light, reminiscent of stars ignited in the night sky.

Alongside the Great Love Poet’s hand laid on her chest, graciously bowing, the stage lights dimmed, and the melody began to play.

At the back of the stage, Lanci, head bowed, with a focused gaze, tenderly stroked the piano keys, commencing a prelude to hell.

At the front of the stage, the Great Love Poet broke into a mischievous smile, starting her song with her heavenly voice.

The four judges frowned, shifting their gaze across the stage. Discontentment and impatience began to appear on their faces.

This seemingly mild preamble was not what they wanted to hear.

However, within this moment of their misunderstanding Lanci’s intentions,

Lanci played the piano with his left hand, and continuously conjured Magic Cards with his right, casting them directly!

All of these were Magic Cards from the series "Error Healing", radiating an aura of healing and regeneration.

Without hesitation, Lanci resolutely amplified these healing magic on to the body of the Music teacher with a mutated poisoned body, practicing aggressive healing.

Before anyone could react,

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

An endless pain surged within the mutated poison’s body. His body began to convulse violently as if entangled by a frenzied snake, releasing a shocking scream reverberating through the theatre. The howl of the demon echoed throughout, engulfing the entire theatre.

Alongside, on the stage, the magical sound of the Great Love Poet echoed. The music sank deep into the ears of the mutated poison like a venomous snake, his screams growing more intense by the moment. A tide of pain flooding over him as he lost control of his sanity.

"What are you..."

The voice of the Proctor Examiner came from the side of the stage. He was about to stop Lanci but realized that the Magic Eye wasn’t triggering any reactions.

He immediately understood that Lanci’s spell wasn’t offensive magic, nor had it caused any damage.

However, the events that ensued made it difficult for the Proctor Examiner to maintain his cool composure.

Everything happened too fast for any demon present to comprehend how this calamity had arisen!

"In nuclear fusion, if the ’temperature’, ’pressure’ and ’time’ all reach a certain level, the heat produced can maintain the temperature for new nuclear fusion to occur, this phenomena is known as ’Self-Burning’."

His voice was serene and profound, like that of a poet reciting.

Lanci was calm, as if the chaos in the theatre had no effect on him.

In his eyes, there were only piano keys, and in his ears, only music.

"What are you talking about?!"

The Proctor Examiner’s voice grew sharper.

He felt that Lanci was speaking in riddles, eerily bizarre and terrifying!

"This is my academic achievement, and the artistic principle of this performance."

Lanci explained earnestly.

Once Self-Burning occurs, even if no more energy is added, nuclear fusion will continue indefinitely.

Looking around the theatre, Lanci felt the ’pressure’ was quite adequate.

The ’time’ to freely use magic had a little over a minute remaining.

If he could take this opportunity to add significant ’temperature’, he might be able to achieve ’Self-Burning’.

At that point, even if Lanci stopped the music and did nothing, or even if he called the Great Love Poet back, the demon classroom would continue to fall into a perpetual cycle of torment.

Until the four music teachers and all the demon students burned out, losing consciousness.

Only then would this Hell’s Sonic Nuclear Fusion come to an end.

He believed this performance, whether it was the emotional outcry of the demon students, the visual and auditory effects, or the final ambiance culminating in everyone falling into a tumultuous slumber, perfectly met the expectations of the four judges.

"This should satisfy everyone, right?"

Lanci sat in front of the piano, lifted his head to peruse the surroundings, seeing the four music judges enjoying the spectacle. He felt accomplished that day.