Chapter 34 Self-Sustaining Combustion

The dark stage was splashed with dazzling beams of light, like stars lit up in the night sky.

As the Great Poet put her hand on her chest and bowed gracefully, the lights dimmed and the melody began to play.

Behind the stage, Lan Qi lowered his head, his eyes focused, his fingers caressing the keys, beginning to press out the prelude to hell.

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

The four mentors under the stage frowned, their eyes shifting across the stage, their faces beginning to show dissatisfaction and impatience.

This prelude, which seemed insufficiently powerful, was not what they wanted to hear.

However, at this moment when they hadn't yet figured out Lan Qi's intentions.

Lan Qi pressed the keys with his left hand, and his right hand conjured magic cards as if by magic, using them directly!

They were all magic cards from the [Erroneous Healing] series, filled with the aura of healing and rebirth.

Lan Qi didn't hesitate, resolutely and firmly adding all these healing magics with all his might to the music mentor, Pathogenic Venom, highlighting the use of drastic medicine to cure chronic diseases!

Before anyone could react.

"Ahhhhh!"

Endless pain surged through Pathogenic Venom's body in an instant. His body began to twitch violently, as if entangled by a mad serpent. His mouth emitted a shocking scream, the sound echoing in the theater, the roar of a demon piercing the air, engulfing the entire theater in an instant.

The Great Poet's demonic sound echoed on the stage, the music stabbing deeply into Pathogenic Venom's ears like a poisonous snake. His screams grew louder and louder, the painful emotions releasing like a tide, and 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 hadn't reacted at all.

Surprised, he immediately understood that Lan Qi wasn't casting offensive magic, nor was he causing any harm.

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 catastrophe before them had happened!

"Stop it now!"

"Let me go!"

Pathogenic Venom's voice was as shrill 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. The students, as if struck by a violent electric current, covered their heads in a tearing motion, trembling to withstand this mental shock beyond their limits.

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 Pathogenic Venom's wailing.

But her sweet voice didn't make the scene any easier. Instead, it amplified tenfold the emotion of "bitterness" caused by Pathogenic Venom's mental attack on all the students.

The demon students couldn't take it anymore. Their ghostly wails echoed throughout the classroom. All the demon students' spirits gradually became abnormal, their eyes chaotic and trembling, as if they had all gone mad.

These newly emitted sounds, 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 transmitted even more painful sounds, and this pain circulated back and forth between them, turning the theater into an infernal hell in an instant like a landslide or tsunami!

The weaker demons, like Batcheer, were already convulsing in their seats, foaming at the mouth. However, because it was too painful, they were quickly awakened by the nightmarish sounds echoing in the theater, and continued to join in the shrill cries.

Hyberia, even while covering her ears tightly, burying her head in her lap, constantly recited prayers to the goddess.

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

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

His eyes widened in horror, unable to believe everything he was witnessing.

"What are you doing?"

The proctor's voice was almost a shout. He was fully aware of the severity 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 the composure to explain physical 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's recitation, calm and profound.

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

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

"What, what exactly are you talking about?!"

The proctor's voice was even sharper.

He felt that Lan Qi was saying some black words that he couldn't understand, strange and terrifying!

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

Lan Qi explained seriously.

Once self-sustaining combustion is achieved, even without putting in any more energy, nuclear fusion will continue to occur.

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

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

If he could take advantage of this time to add a bit more [temperature], perhaps he could achieve [self-sustaining combustion].

At that time, even if Lan Qi stopped the music and did nothing, even if he summoned the Great Poet back, this demon classroom would continue to fall into 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 final feeling of intoxication as everyone fell asleep together, completely met the 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 had done a good deed again today.