it is Arknights!

"Ah, you truly are a kind person. It must be because of your kind heart that you can create so many great works, right?"

"Thank you for your praise, but I never feel there's any difference between good or evil and art itself. Great art is great art; it distinguishes no good or evil, nor has any stance. Rather, after seeing it, people will have an uncontrollable emotion of worship towards its greatness and imprint."

"You are absolutely right."

Looking at the figure being reprimanded and repeatedly agreeing, the guard even had an unrealistic feeling of dreaming.

Those people greeting, every one of them was a heavyweight figure in Parliament. There were also other well-dressed people who looked elegant and refined; all were renowned big shots in Parliament. Some were influential political leaders, some were radical avant-garde art masters, and some were successful businessmen with mines at home ( lit. "has mines at home," slang for very wealthy).

But they all shared a common name: the Parliament Faction. Almost all countable big shots from this faction, which considered itself to represent the vast majority of Victoria's voices, appeared in this venue. They whispered to each other, exchanging some information that would greatly shock outsiders. But here, they were all foils to the green-haired girl walking ahead of the guard.

As if even the ocean would retreat before her, the crowd automatically parted into two waves before her, letting this green-haired girl walk to the very front.

"…"

The guard dared not speak, silently following behind the girl, passing through the bustling crowd.

He was a relatively observant person; he was surprised to find the entire theater seemed to be arranged according to some kind of class. Those in high positions often sat at the front, while those with insufficient influence would be a bit further back.

And in the very front row, there was a line of empty high-backed chairs. Various strange symbols were drawn on the chair backs, seemingly displaying the incomparably revered status of these chairs' owners. Some looked like countless tentacles intertwined, some were cubic divisions, and some were several interlocked triangles. Excluding the shadows of familiar companies and huge organizations, the guard even saw the LOGO of Eden, the technology company that had risen to fame in recent years, branded on the back of a uniquely styled high-backed chair, but that chair, full of sci-fi style, remained empty.

The green-haired girl walked to a chair with a background of entangled tentacles, slowly sitting down on the pale green high-backed chair that exuded a deep-sea aura. Then this gentle-natured girl gestured for the guard to sit on a small chair extending from the side of her own. This young man swallowed hard, feeling the sharp gazes from those around, as if wanting to kill, and sat down uneasily beside the green-haired girl.

Unsure if it was some kind of illusion, after sitting down, his spirit relaxed considerably. A warm and calm feeling gradually flowed in his mind, his emotions seeming to connect with the legendary ocean. The infinite body of water, which only existed in impressions, seemed to have a tangible manifestation in his mind, calming his entire mood.

Just looking at the green-haired girl beside him, the guard, somehow, uncontrollably developed an emotion similar to worship.

"This front row of seats, are for those people I intended to invite, people like me. But they are scattered all over the world (- lit. "south of heaven, north of sea"), very difficult to gather together, and my invitations also cannot reach them. Unable to let these friends experience great art, it's truly a very regrettable thing."

Sitting alone on the foremost chair, the green-haired girl said with a sad expression, her whole person curled up in the huge chair, showing a hint of loneliness.

"My dream is to have this row of chairs fully occupied. Those who mocked me, those who once guided me, those who hindered me, will all gather here, and then witness the birth of this great art together with me. But it's regrettable that, so far, it's only me. Those enemies and colleagues are either doing some inexplicable things, or racking their brains trying to find me, to kill me. This has to be said, is a regret."

"I believe you will succeed."

The guard, sitting in the side rear, looked at the girl with a dim expression and said with a serious face.

He himself didn't even notice that his spirit was gradually drawing closer to this girl. Like an object too small being uncontrollably attracted to the side of some huge object, a mysterious gravity gradually pulled his spirit, causing his behavior to gradually deform and alienate.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome here, to have the honor of witnessing the greatest moment in Terra's history."

The host, who was preparing his script above, seemed to have finally finished organizing it. Holding the microphone, he showed a hair-raising smile and said loudly to the gradually quieting high officials below:

"We will witness one of the most perfect, most great arts in this world."

"We always believe that a great art is not the kind of tool that can be easily described with language. It will not be a tool for anyone to show off. It will only, and inevitably, be an object that transforms both a person's heart and body, allowing one to immerse oneself and feel boundless shock."

"Just like our lives, just like breathing and death, these are things that need no further elaboration, also incomparably naturally existing, yet concepts that make us feel great in our hearts. And a great art, an art that will surely sweep the world, must also possess such qualities. Whether it's us, or passing strangers, or guards completely uninterested in such things, they will all be shocked by this greatness, and then become addicted to it."

"Art is the window for conveying the soul. And I am very honored to be the unveiler of this great art."

This grotesque host said with a smile, then bowed deeply, extending his palm towards the curtain behind him.

"In that ancient legend, the terrifying tales spread by the mysterious king sitting in his palace and his ministers, this great scene still makes people tremble to this day. Next, please enjoy the greatest opera of this era, The Lost Kingdom."

The curtain slowly drew open, and dim yellow light gradually imprinted itself in the guard's eyes.

Music began, actors appeared, the plot advanced; that crazy and chaotic drama gradually stripped away his consciousness, leaving only fanaticism and a strange bewilderment.