Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 443 - 443 9 Idol's Holiday Part 2

443: Chapter 9 Idol’s Holiday (Part 2) 443: Chapter 9 Idol’s Holiday (Part 2) “Clang clang yee, clang clang yee…

boom thunder crash bang…

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Amid a pile of pitch-black speakers that blasted out the loudest decibels of black metal accompaniment, a long-haired singer clad in spiky black leather, wielding a sinisterly pale-colored ox bone instrument, hoarsely screamed at the center of the makeshift cubed stage.

“I grind my ashes into dust, mix it into bullets as the soul!

Smear blood on the cold metal gun barrel, and fire at God on the darkest of nights!”

“Pierce through God!

Kill the Ninja!

Hang the Giant Union’s corpses on the torii gates!”

The black metal band “Axe Mad River’s” performance maintained its usual frenzy, the deafening drumbeats nearly unsettling the audience’s heartbeats, and the feverish screams of the crowd intensified the discomfort.

Honest Weiyuan City citizens, if they were to accidentally wander in, would immediately be shocked by the blasphemous atmosphere, then frightened, and finally, under the jeering and disdainful gazes of the younger ones, they would scuttle away!

For energetic students, young people without steady jobs, and the unfortunate souls harboring resentment towards society, late-night Anti-God Dao black metal was not just entertainment, but a form of venting.

Even the seemingly successful white-collar workers, the winners in life, would secretly tune into black metal on their radios while stuck in traffic; this was one of Weiyuan City’s unspoken “dark side” entertainments.

(There’s really no helping it…)

The controller, dressed in plain clothes, stood in a corner, posing as a non-mainstream punk enthusiast, covertly monitoring the atmosphere of the venue.

Tonight’s public performance featured a double-digit number of black metal bands, taking turns to perform one song each, singing non-stop until dawn.

Using the “Great Calamity Memorial” as an excuse, the concert was free for all citizens.

Such concerts, including the main venue where the controller was stationed, totaled six, staged throughout the night every three days, and were highly praised among the citizens who had been extremely stressed after the catastrophe.

And the young people down at the stage, cursing the capitalists, Ninjas, and the Divine Dao alongside the band, would never imagine that such “unpaid” performances were actually secretly organized by the Martial Arts Association.

The purpose was to provide an outlet for the citizens, so they would not fall into aimless agitation driven by their emotions, as it happened on the day of the disaster.

“Burn it all with me!!!” the lead vocalist screamed, cutting open his chest with his fingernails.

Behind him, the scantily clad Oirans tore open their chest wraps at the same time, exposing their pale bodies under the spotlight, sending the audience’s emotions soaring to another peak.

(The well-known bands don’t buy into this at all, huh.) The controller thought blandly.

The controller, in his mission, was also responsible for negotiations with the black metal bands.

Interestingly, the more popular the Anti-God Dao bands were, the more cooperative their leaders appeared to be.

Many lead vocalists even refused high fees, proposing “actual unpaid performances.”

What they wanted might be to leave a good impression on those higher up, to open up commercial opportunities through this event, or maybe they genuinely wanted to do something for the common citizens.

But regardless of their reasons, what shone in those young people’s eyes was the light of reason.

As for the lesser-known bands, they truly resembled the spirit of their lyrics, venting a sense of opposition for opposition’s sake, with unthinking fervor.

There’s always a reason why some can ignite the flames of popularity…

The controller, like an outsider, sighed and clapped and screamed along with the excited audience.

So far, things were going well.

The usual brawls between the small bands had been stopped by him before they started, and the mood was skillfully controlled, leaving the audience exhilarated but not overreacting.

If things went as expected, tonight would pass peacefully, and after everyone had vented their emotions, there would be no need for such impromptu performances.

The “Axe Mad River” performance ended, and a suspicious host wearing underworld sunglasses took the stage, reading from a small communication terminal: “The next band is coming, keep quiet, bastards, if you want to hear music!” The oppressive tone in his voice quieted the crowd somewhat, and the underworld host said with satisfaction, “Next up is, the solo performance of Cyber Pink Glitter Girl!”

— Why did it suddenly change, aaaaah!

The controller screamed inwardly.

This band was definitely not on the list for the concert rotation!

And what the hell was this mismatched vibe, did Qiluo=San fall asleep backstage?!!

·

Five minutes earlier.

“Delighted to.” The balding old man said with a smile, “This must be the girl who was on the phone earlier?

How cute.”

“Whaaaa…” Qiluo replied in a small voice holding the red guitar, “domo, I’m Qiluo.”

“domo, I’m Gongsun Ce.

If you want to sing, then go ahead, but you should be prepared not to be well-received by the audience.

Young people these days, they have strange tastes.”

After thanking him, Qiluo walked away briskly under the kind gaze of the old man, while a grey-haired young man in glasses waited for her at the entrance.

“Ready to perform?”

“No preparation could be good enough!” Qiluo cried out in panic, “I thought you were taking me to KTV, but it turned out to be a black metal arena?!”

“So detached from reality.”

“In mainstream idol anime, playing out this kind of scenario would cause a huge uproar!”

“Don’t worry, if they hurl rotten eggs, I’ll block them for you.” Sun Ce pushed his glasses up, “Or is it too difficult to sing here just on acoustic without powers?”

Sun Ce’s provocative tactic worked immediately, and as if to retaliate for his previous rudeness, Qiluo jabbed her finger firmly into the chest of the young man.