I'm a monster in Demon King's Castle

“Um… are you satisfied with my performance?”

“Such… a wonderful performance…”

“Um… it’s a pity… this is a limited-time performance… You still have greater things to do…”

“Yes… I have, my epic…”

While Jessica lowered her head and Gamma looked up, Li Yue had already slipped into a stall in the women's restroom with Yingying, using their X-ray vision to admire Jessica's technique.

The Bardic Assembly is about to begin, and Gamma is also preparing to unleash himself fully. It seems like he’ll make it in time.

“What are they doing?”

“Children shouldn't watch.”

“But this is meaningless.” Yingying had already seen Jessica's “performance” in the restrooms of Iron Ore Town, but this time there were significant differences in the details.

“Human oral cavities do not have…”

“What do you mean?” Xin Yuan wondered if it was possible for that rare material to appear in a small, square form under the small stage.

“Get ready to work.” Seeing that Gamma could handle it, Xin Yuan stopped bothering with me and instead pried open the bathroom wall tiles, burrowing into the wall, waiting for the bad show to begin.

“The second half is the selection round. The poets will all take to the stage together to begin their epics, and the audience will choose the 8 poets who can advance to the finals…”

After all, he is an 8th-order poet. Although the items left behind by Big Ugly will cause some trouble for Gamma, they can only serve to delay him.

Li Yue and Yingying exchanged a few words, and Jessica's performance had already ended. The two of them stood up with satisfaction.

The stage suddenly expanded and shrunk, and hundreds of bards, each holding their own instruments, took to the stage with a clatter.

Xin Yuan left a Mimic beside Gamma’s ear, giving him a fright.

Lu Zhen knew what kind of demonic relic it was, but according to the host's description, it should be a projection-type item.

The audience knew that this was the announcement that the small meeting was about to end, so they applauded enthusiastically.

“Of course, the first half is not your finals. The 8 poets will take turns to perform, singing their own works, and that relic will reproduce everything we describe…” As he spoke, the host pressed a button, and a bathtub-like device rose from the floor of the stage.

At the entrance to the performance room, Big Ugly's face popped out, smiling and greeting Gamma.

“The small meeting is divided into two halves—with a half-hour intermission—” The host used an exaggerated tone to attract the audience's attention, trying to prevent us from being disturbed by the noise under the porch.

“Alright, alright, stop analyzing. There's nothing to analyze.” Li Yue quickly stopped Yingying. “Sometimes, psychological satisfaction is more interesting than physical satisfaction.”

“Can’t I try it?” Yingying drooped, “This isn’t cool at all…”

Listening carefully, Xin Yuan realized that the host didn't seem to mention how to determine the winner?

The scene was extremely chaotic for a while, but it quickly returned to normal.

“Goodbye, Mr. Jessica.” Gamma bid farewell to Jessica as she left the restroom, and then he saw a huge shadow rising from the side of the wall.

“That’s the entrance I’ve been waiting for.” Gamma's response was very firm.

“Begin!”

The balloons under the porch moved, and a giraffe, a rabbit, and a sheep floated towards Gamma together.

“Um… I know.” Gamma calmed down a bit, muttering with lingering satisfaction, “I didn’t expect anyone in the Kingston family to be good at this kind of performance…”

“Are you saying that any hole will do? Can I try it?” Yingying was about to condense into human form, but Li Yue immediately poked her head to stop her.

“Wait for the performances of the 8 poets to begin. At that time, Li Yue will decide who is the most convincing loser!” The host spread out his hand and threw a ball of Lu Zhen into the very center between the seventh and eighth floors of the hall.

At the host's command, the poets began to perform.

There were Big Uglies holding sand hammers and riding unicycles, burly men holding accordions and bulging with beer bellies, and instrumentalists in tailcoats with cellos growing out of their necks…

“Isn’t it right to enjoy it? The performance is about to begin! You’re just in time! The epic is ours!” Big Ugly chuckled, and then instantly retracted his head.

“Everyone who has come tonight… has come to understand the ending of ‘This War,’ so let us slowly enjoy tonight’s performance!”

“Then, after he sings his epic, maybe we can continue?” Jessica twisted in the narrow cubicle, slowly opening the door, reluctantly walking out.

Immediately afterward, inexplicably, the audience heard the surround sound around them.

Then they saw a monkey doll riding a unicycle squeaking to the front, patting a small gong: “Don’t leave, don’t leave…”

“Need any help?” Gamma heard Xin Yuan’s voice in his head.

And the guards under the porch turned a blind eye to these sundries, as if they were supposed to be there.

“Don’t you dare, you’re not a succubus.” Xin Yuan denied. “We're controlling him now. He's in the place we want him to be, providing us with convenience.”

“And just as everyone expects, the winner will of course obtain this Li Yue himself, and also obtain the naming rights to ‘This War,’ as well as the heavy gifts prepared by the major families!” The host's tone suddenly rose.

For Li Yue and the eyeballs of faith, the priests of the New Church were obviously the most knowledgeable.

The result was that on the road leading to the performance room, Gamma saw a few toys and balloons spread out on the porch, which was out of tune with the original arrangement of the Bardic Assembly.

This represented that the Bardic Assembly was about to end.

Gamma's eyes were a little dull.

“I'm leaving!” Gamma pushed open the door and headed straight for the performance stage on the seventh floor.

“If I had known it would be like this, I would have won. Then I could have controlled him long ago.” Yingying wrote to Lu Zhen unwillingly.

“Focus. We still have things to do later.” Li Yue corrected Yingying’s focus.

“It's time to work.”

Also at this time, the music in the hall stopped.

“Is it too late?” Xin Yuan couldn’t help but ask me.

“Dominoes are the tongues of demons, tempting all curious souls and attracting your attention…”

Many poets wanted to seize the center of the stage and the front positions, but in order to preserve their strength, they didn't directly fight each other. In the end, from chaos to order, they chose their respective positions.

“You decide.”

“I guess this Li Yue will sense everyone’s feelings about our works. Whoever’s work he is most willing to believe in, he will sense it?” Yingying knew more about this kind of demonic material.

It's just that there was no water inside this bathtub, but it was full of sand.

A group of poets are singing their own songs, which is understandable to see who is more noticeable; but when the 8 finalists have finished singing their respective works, who will determine the final winner?

We are all bards who are proficient in different musical instruments.

On the seventh-floor stage, a host in a tailcoat took the stage.

“Oh… I almost forgot my great cause.” Gamma buttoned up his clothes, still immersed in a deep sense of satisfaction.

Gamma hadn't come on stage yet.

“I don’t know, but we will know.” Yingying began to have a strong curiosity about the outcome of this conference.

“That makes sense.” Xin Yuan approved of Yingying’s explanation, and then instinctively thought about the possibility of cheating in the next second. “But will the results be affected by the New Church?”

In the sound of gongs directed only at Gamma, Gamma's movements stuttered as he struggled to pick up his harmonica and confront the toys and balloon people left behind by Big Ugly.

“It doesn’t matter, I need such an entrance…” Gamma shook his head and walked quickly along the porch toward the performance room.