The dimly lit stage was bathed in brilliant beams of light, resembling stars ignited in the night sky.

As the Great Poet, hand over her heart, gracefully bowed, the stage lights dimmed, and the melody began to play.

At the back of the stage, Lan Qi lowered his head, his eyes focused, his fingers caressing the keys, beginning to play the overture to hell.

At the front of the stage, the Great Poet revealed a wanton smile, chanting with her celestial voice.

The four mentors below the stage frowned, their gazes shifting across the stage, dissatisfaction and impatience beginning to appear on their faces.

This seemingly weak overture was not what they wanted to hear.

However, at this moment when they had not yet figured out Lan Qi's intentions,

Lan Qi pressed the keys with his left hand, and magic cards appeared continuously in his right hand as if by magic, and he used them directly!

All of them were magic cards from the [Erroneous Healing] series, full of healing and rebirth.

Lan Qi did not hesitate, resolutely and firmly adding all these healing magic spells with all his might to the Music Mentor's Mutated Poison Body, highlighting the use of strong medicine to cure chronic diseases!

Before anyone could react,

"Aaaah!!!"

Endless pain surged in the Mutated Poison Body's body, his body began to twitch violently, as if entangled by a frenzied snake, and he let out an astonishing scream, his voice echoing in the theater, the roar of a demon bursting forth, instantly engulfing the entire theater.

The Great Poet's demonic voice echoed on the stage, the music like a venomous snake, deeply stinging into the Mutated Poison Body's ears, his screams growing louder and louder, and the painful emotions were released like a tide, he could no longer maintain his rational control.

"You're...!"

The proctor's voice came from the side of the stage, he wanted to stop Lan Qi's actions, but found that the Magic Eye had not reacted at all.

This surprised him and he immediately understood that Lan Qi was not casting an offensive magic, nor did he cause any damage.

However, the next scene made the proctor unable to maintain his usual composure.

Everything changed so quickly, so quickly that none of the demons present could immediately react to how the disaster before them happened!

"Stop it quickly!!"

"Let me go!!!"

The Mutated Poison Body's voice was as shrill and mournful as a beast torn apart in the night, this painful scream possessed the strongest mental attack ability that none of the demons present could match, and the students in the audience clutched their heads as if struck by a violent electric current, trembling as they endured this mental shock beyond the limit.

At this moment, on the stage, the Great Poet was standing in the spotlight, singing to her heart's content, her singing melodiously floating throughout the theater, forming a strong contrast with the Mutated Poison Body's wails.

But her sweet voice did not make the scene easier, but instead amplified tenfold the emotion "bitterness" caused by the Mutated Poison Body's mental attack on all the students.

The demon students couldn't bear it, their wails like ghosts echoed throughout the classroom, the spirits of all the demon students gradually became abnormal, their eyes chaotic and trembling, as if they were all going crazy.

These newly released voices, like vicious curses, began to influence and torment each other, repeatedly stimulating and amplifying the painful dirge in the theater.

The students who were tormented even more then passed on the more painful voices, and this pain circulated back and forth between them, turning the theater into an infernal hell in an instant like a landslide and tsunami!

Lan Qi had only pried open a small stone at first, starting the entire classroom, and then, this vicious cycle that had been opened like a rolling stone from a high mountain could not be stopped!

The weaker demons, such as Batchelor, were already convulsing in their seats, foaming at the mouth, but because it was too painful, they were quickly awakened by the nightmare sounds echoing in the theater, and continued to join in the shrill screams.

Even Hyperion was covering her ears tightly, burying her head in her legs, and constantly chanting prayers to the goddess.

If she hadn't been prepared to stabilize her mind to deal with the Great Poet, she would probably have gone crazy by now.

On the side of the stage, the originally elegant proctor was shocked by the hellish scene, his face instantly turning from confident to as white as paper, his originally straight figure was already swaying, and his hand holding the wall was trembling violently, as if he would collapse at any moment.

His eyes were wide with horror, unable to believe what he was witnessing.

"What are you doing?"

The proctor's voice was almost a shout, he was fully aware of the seriousness of the problem with this performance.

Lan Qi, standing in the center of the stage, acted as if he hadn't heard.

Continuing to play the music.

He even had enough leeway to explain the physics knowledge to himself,

"In nuclear fusion, if the [temperature], [pressure], and [time] all reach a certain level, the heat generated can allow the temperature to continue to cause new nuclear fusion, this situation is called [self-sustaining combustion]."

His voice was like a poet reciting, calm and profound.

Lan Qi's state of mind was peaceful, as if this chaotic theater had no effect on him.

His eyes were only on the keys, and his ears only heard that melody.

"You, what are you talking about?!"

The proctor's voice was even more shrill.

He felt that Lan Qi was saying some cryptic and terrifying jargon that he could not understand!

"This is my learning outcome, and the artistic concept of this performance."

Lan Qi explained earnestly.

Once self-sustaining combustion is achieved, even if no more energy is put in, nuclear fusion will continue to occur.

He looked around the theater, feeling that the [pressure] in this theater was enough.

There was still more than a minute left for the [time] to use magic freely.

If he could take advantage of this time to add some [temperature] fiercely, maybe he could achieve [self-sustaining combustion].

At that time, even if Lan Qi stopped the music and did nothing, or even summoned the Great Poet back, this demon classroom would continue to be trapped in a completely perpetual motion machine death cycle.

Until the four music mentors and all the demon students were burned out and lost consciousness.

This hellish sound nuclear fusion would come to an end.

He believed that this performance, whether it was the emotions and shouts of the demon students, or the visual and auditory effects, or the noisy and obsessive feeling of everyone falling asleep together in the end, completely met the previous requirements of the four mentors.

"This should satisfy everyone, right?"

Lan Qi sat in front of the piano, raised his head and looked around, looking at the four music mentors enjoying themselves, he felt that he was full of merit again today.