Every light in the theater seemed to be imbued with life, casting light across the entire space the moment the music ended. The pale gold light flowed over the black marble like a murmuring stream in the night.

The back row of the audience.

"I thought this classroom was testing art, but I didn't expect it to be testing the destruction of art. It turns out that destroying art is also an art form..."

Lan Qi exhaled, his voice tinged with relief, and a sense of freedom as if he had shed some kind of constraint.

He now smiled confidently, as if he couldn't wait to show off his skills to his classmates on stage.

"..."

Hyperion turned her head to observe Lan Qi's state, feeling like something was stuck in her throat.

He seemed to have benefited a lot from this demonic academy.

Others might be here to challenge the Shadow World.

But Lan Qi was really here to learn.

Logically speaking, Lan Qi's "wholehearted" attitude to life should be praised, but... she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong.

"Protect yourself later."

Lan Qi stood up and left this sentence as he walked past Hyperion, before walking up the red carpeted steps towards the stage.

"Okay."

Hyperion responded.

Her spell library was not suitable for this exam.

But Lan Qi, as a jack-of-all-trades support, the stranger the situation, the more strangely secure she felt about his spell library.

Theoretically, Lan Qi would go on first, and once he passed, the two of them could temporarily exchange purple and lower-level magic cards in the audience, reorganize their spell libraries, and allow Hyperion to pass as well.

...

Most of the music exam time had passed, and the classroom was filled with a mix of silence and anticipation. Students who were confident in their abilities had basically all performed.

The rest were either students with insufficient strength or ace-level players.

So, starting from the previous performances, every time a performance ended, there would be a wait before a demon student would voluntarily go on stage.

So this time, when the hosting teacher saw Lan Qi quickly stand up and raise his hand to signal his intention to participate, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Accompanied by a calm echo in the theater.

Before long, Lan Qi arrived on the stage, his figure particularly conspicuous under the lights of the theater, his aura seeming to blend into the entire performance environment, drawing all eyes to him.

"Are you ready?"

The hosting teacher standing next to Lan Qi asked.

Generally, before the exam, students can raise any compliant needs or questions to the hosting teacher. This is the same in any examination room, so the hosting teacher took the initiative to ask.

If the student has no questions, then the 2-minute performance timer can officially begin, and the student will be granted permission to freely use spells on stage.

"May I ask, if I can get the simultaneous approval of the four music mentors, what rewards will there be?"

Lan Qi nodded slightly, asking with considerable curiosity and doubt.

"In the design of the course, there is no situation where they can all approve at the same time."

The hosting teacher looked at him, shaking his head with a smile, the smile containing a hint of unspeakable authority.

"But what if this situation occurs?"

"It's not written in the guidelines, it's not that this situation is hidden, nor is it a omission, but because the approval conditions of the four music mentors clearly have some combinations that are mutually contradictory and impossible to achieve at the same time."

The hosting teacher's voice slowly fell.

For example, there is no music that can be so noisy and intoxicating as to put the Sleeping Demon Spirit to sleep, while also possessing the horror that allows the Morbid Poison Body to approve, and the fiery atmosphere that the Ghost Armor wants.

"Over the years, no student, no matter how excellent, has been able to get the approval of these four music mentors at the same time."

The hosting teacher added another sentence, hoping that Lan Qi could understand what he meant—their course design did not need to be questioned.

"Teacher, I think I really can do it."

Lan Qi stared at the hosting teacher straightforwardly.

"If you do, then it will indeed prove that there are omissions in our exam design, and your musical level has exceeded the range we can understand. It would be an understatement to say that you are qualified to be a music mentor."

The hosting teacher's words seemed to mock Lan Qi's ignorance.

After all, this was a public performance being watched by many big shots in the demon world. It was a deliberate attempt to sabotage the event for a student to repeatedly question the rules.

"If you are recognized by the four music mentors, you will be directly specially appointed as a teacher in our music department, is that okay?"

The hosting teacher looked towards the audience below the stage, raised his voice a little and announced, then looked at Lan Qi and asked.

As the voice fell, there was a rustling of laughter from below the stage.

"Teacher, are you sure? And what if the music mentors don't have enough reason to make a judgment after the performance?"

"This is the Demon King's personally bestowed theater, watched by the demonic eye, and also a performance being watched by the demon world nobles. If you dare to go back on your word on this stage, even if I am the director of the music department of this academy, I won't have enough lives. In addition, if the music mentors cannot judge, for example, if Mr. Sleeping Demon Spirit falls asleep, I will judge on his behalf according to the standards he reported to the academy before participating in the performance. You can rest assured about the fairness."

The hosting teacher looked at the demonic eye in the center of the theater and said, then handed the microphone to Lan Qi, feeling a little amused.

"Okay, do you have any other questions?"

"No problem, we can start."

Then Lan Qi took the microphone, shook his collar, and walked to the center of the stage.

His eyes had completely changed, like a rising superstar in the demon world.

As long as you stand on this stage and enter the performance time, you can use any magic.

Without saying a word, Lan Qi used [Great Love Poet].

Under his summons, a gray-haired beauty in a crimson dress appeared on the stage accompanied by a misty floral fragrance.

She opened her eyes as if waking from a dream, her hair and the corners of her skirt swaying gently, like the soft short songs of summer and the rustling mountain breeze of autumn, instantly making many demons under the stage lose their minds for her.

The Great Love Poet's bright eyes looked at everything in the theater, as if she understood something, with a trace of regret or joy on the corner of her mouth, and did not use her demonic voice to affect the minds of any living beings.

Since summoning itself is also a kind of magic, there is no problem in summoning a familiar with whom you have a soul contract in the performance.

"You'll be the lead singer later. It's time for the four mentors and the students to see the results of our studies."

Lan Qi handed the microphone to the Great Love Poet.

The Great Love Poet smiled brightly, nodded gently, her eyes flashing with incomparable confidence.

And Lan Qi came to a demonic instrument that resembled a piano, sat down gracefully and calmly, and lifted the piano cover.

In the distance below the stage.

Hyperion had an instinctive urge to run away when she saw that it was the Great Love Poet holding the microphone.

She couldn't imagine what would happen in the theater if this thing went up and sang at full power!