Reborn as a Supervisor

After reaching the middle level, Algaria felt that the library was obviously different, and the road above seemed to be more difficult to walk on.

Oswald, who had the same idea, chose to stay on this floor. One of his "Miss Mermaid" was borrowed, and there was also a "Mr. Blade" by his side.

Knowing that their own strength is not much stronger than Bremen, they decided not to go any further for the sake of safety.

That being said, he didn't expect that a certain "clown" had been waiting for a long time. This person was a real A-rank abnormality...

“Huff huff… There’s a new scent here?”

Maybe he smelled the scent of the "magical girl" and this guy started to go crazy again...

"Ah! Down there... the flowing water is just like melting bluegrass and plums..."

"The smell of mint and cloves mixed together...it's pungent!"

"The stage here is completely different from ours. It's so shiny with rust! It's amazing!"

The style of the natural layer changes suddenly, and it becomes much more normal compared to the previous stage.

The configuration of the "two roads" and "two platforms" in the front is really not that good, but after walking all the way up, I finally saw a normal stage.

The background is an opera house, magnificent and golden, with a huge pool in the middle. If you don’t know, you might think it is the “art floor”.

(The natural layer has no natural environment, the artistic layer has no artistic environment...)

“It’s a perfect venue for a grand performance.”

"Don't you think so, Mr. Blade!?"

Mr. Blade doesn't seem to want to pay any attention to him, which makes Oswald look like a clown...well, he is a clown.

"What a noisy guest."

The violent kid couldn't stand it anymore. She thought she could receive a normal guest, but ended up throwing a "clown" to her.

I feel like I'm going to become a clown...

"Fuck, you scared me!"

"My heart almost jumped out of my throat!"

Although he said that, his playful look really made him deserve a beating, and he didn't look like he was really scared.

"Are they the audience? Guests? Or the clown girls who are performing with you?"

"Now it looks like there's more than one person! Nesting dolls?"

"Well, let's count ~ one, two... well, that's too many!"

The clown used his expertise to try to change the subject and cover up the embarrassment.

"It's so confusing. Can't you just talk about everything one by one?"

"And if you insist, you are the guest."

The violent kid still doesn't like to talk nonsense, especially to someone who looks like he deserves a beating.

"The Joker can't control his own situation?"

"Hahaha! This is a variety show, a variety show."

"what's so funny……"

The violent kid didn't care at all that he was being teased by the other party and said seriously that it was not funny.

"Okay, okay~ Come on, clowns can sniff each other's wrists! Today we're bringing some spicy flavor!"

"Ah, wait! You're scaring me!"

The violent kid was frightened by the sudden approach.

"It's very rude to get so close to someone like that... Do you understand?"

"Oh... what a cold shoulder! People these days are so ~arrogant!"

"We are entering a wet era where laughter is drying up!"

“People get super angry over little things.”

"Wow...If you don't fill it with laughter, the clown will become a deflated balloon..."

It was all nonsense, and Tiphereth, who already had a bad temper, was so angry that he laughed.

“Being angry is a very natural emotion.”

"of course not!!!"

Oswald denied it outright.

"To chocolate, to hamsters, to dead things, to the weather, to weeds, to other people... and to my own expectations."

"Only someone who is expecting something would make such stinky candy~"

"You create expectations as you please, without even waiting for the other person to nod their approval, and you make candies that you know taste like rotten copper. But you don't eat them!"

"That's why we have to force them into other people's mouths."

Then there was a burst of laughter, and Oswald seemed to think his own joke was very funny...

(Sometimes the Joker might be himself...)

"More anticipation means more stinky candy~Hold on to that big lump of rotten candy and try to send it into people's stomachs as soon as possible!"

"Hahahahaha!!!"

"This is so funny! Oswald is so funny! Oswald is so handsome!"

"Hahahahaha..."

(It’s over, another crazy one…)

"So...how can one live a life without expectations?"

The violent kid tried to correct the topic, but she failed...

"Does Weed Brother want you to look forward to it?"

"Does the Sun want you to look forward to it?

"Who said it's right to have expectations?"

"Hahaha! The corners of my mouth hurt like celery leaves! This is so funny!!!"

Oswald is immersed in his own world, where the "stage" can be seen everywhere. As long as he performs hard, there will always be someone who sees him.

Even though he couldn't break through the dimensional wall, he could still feel that someone was looking at him, or was aware of his existence.

Then his performance was meaningful, and he played the role of a clown well.

"Only if you don't have expectations can you see more thorns in your eyes!"

"When you are not angry, you can enjoy the more bitter and spicy taste~"

"Treat everything as a rolling ball! Cheer for it wherever it rolls!"

"The real good thing for others is not to expect...but to be with them and laugh to your heart's content, right?"

The clown on the stage is performing hard, but the audience below doesn't seem to be buying it. As for the audience behind the "fourth wall", it's hard to say...

"Everyone here is a clown!"

"A clown can't live without feeding on the other's smile, do you understand?"

Just like you can’t eat French fries without ketchup, clowns can’t eat without the audience.

"...I know what you mean."

"Yeah. Having expectations on someone is not always a good thing."

"I can't agree with all your ideas, but I can't deny them either."

“So let the reception begin!”

When a violent kid gets angry and frustrated, just beat him.