Loren walked into the giant stadium with a dark expression on his face.

I’m actually here to assassinate someone; I have no interest in promoting dangerous rhetoric…

Besides, I only know a little about the Nature Sect’s teachings, and the Nature Sect has already been legalized within the Federation…

After silently cursing the other party in his heart a few times, Loren finally began to survey the interior of the massive stadium.

Since Loren was part of the relatively late batch to enter, the stadium was already packed with people by now.

Everywhere he looked, there were audiences whispering to each other, and some audience members who had brought alcohol had even started clinking bottles…

The cacophony of noise was overwhelming.

The combined discussion sounds of millions of people were comparable to having a beehive take up residence inside one’s brain. The indistinct buzzing constantly assaulted Loren’s ears.

For Loren, who preferred quiet, this was genuinely somewhat torturous.

After taking a few breaths to adapt, Loren silently used his mental energy to block most of his hearing, leaving only a small portion to ensure he could function normally.

The world suddenly fell silent.

With the surrounding noise now quieted, Loren nodded in satisfaction. Following the seat number on his invitation ticket, he headed towards the area near the stage…

The ticket Ms. Carnina left in the spatial ring was for the first row of the inner field.

To facilitate the assassination, she, as a hall-of-fame singer, had specifically arranged for someone to reserve this ticket.

The seat corresponding to the ticket was dead center in front of the stage…

Theoretically speaking, Loren’s seat was the one in the audience area with the shortest straight-line distance to the awards presenter.

Tickets for the first row, especially directly facing the center of the stage, were always rare and hard to come by…

In previous Silver Radiance Festivals, the ticket for the seat Loren now occupied often sold for an astronomical price…

This location was also typically a must-grab spot for “cult organization propagandists”…

For no other reason than it being the closest to the center of the stage.

In the last Silver Radiance Festival, this seat belonged to the necromancer from the Lich Council…

This was also why the Law Enforcement Department ticket inspector at the entrance couldn’t help but remind Loren after seeing his ticket.

The successive owners of this seat had quite an illustrious track record.

It was a seat under close surveillance by the Security Bureau…

It was also dubbed the “Throne to the Stage” of the Silver Radiance Festival by those thrill-seekers on the network…

After all, if the Security Bureau slipped up even slightly, the person sitting in this seat could take advantage of the chaos to slip onto the stage and start promoting their organization’s ideology…

And the moment Loren walked into the inner field and sat down, he noticed this strange feeling…

Not only did the nearby fellow audience members cast curious glances at Loren.

Even the Security Bureau agents near the stage sent several subtle, appraising looks his way, as if assessing his threat level.

Loren’s face darkened once more.

I’m really not here to promote a dangerous cult organization, you have to believe me…

A while later.

The person sitting to Loren’s right began to initiate conversation with him.

“Brother, where did you get this ticket? This ticket wasn’t released for sale this year, was it…”

A middle-aged uncle in casual attire tilted his head slightly towards Loren and asked in a low voice.

“Someone gave it to me,” Loren replied succinctly.

Hearing this, the middle-aged uncle’s eyes lit up.

He covered his mouth, obscuring his lip movements, and asked again:

“Brother, which organization are you from? Your influence must run deep to have connections with the organizers’ people!”

Loren’s expression had darkened to its absolute limit.

Unfortunately, due to the smoky eye makeup around his eyes, it wasn’t very noticeable…

“I’m not! I’m just here to watch the performances!!” Loren emphasized with a displeased tone.

“Come on, let’s chat! Believe me, I’m really not from the Security Bureau!”

“To be honest, I’m from the Sculptors’ Mutual Aid Association.”

Hearing the other party was from the Sculptors’ Mutual Aid Association, Loren gave him a strange sidelong glance.

Aren’t you being a bit too familiar??

However, the middle-aged uncle to Loren’s right seemed oblivious to Loren’s look and continued talking on his own.

“That aura of someone who’s spent years operating in the shadows… I caught a whiff of it the moment you sat down…”

“You’re definitely here to participate in this promotional event!!”

“It’s fine, don’t be nervous, brother. Everyone nearby is one of us.”

“That youth to your left is from the Wilderness Citizens’ Association.”

“And the woman to the left of that Wilderness Citizens’ Association youth is from the Church of Truth.”

“That pretty boy to my right is from the Angelic Knights…”

“The one behind you, the one built like a skinny monkey, is from the Harp Alliance…”

“That serious-looking middle-aged man to your left rear is from the Psychological Council…”

“That old man to your right rear is from the Wizard Sect…”

“Not far away, there are also people from the Lich Council, the Empire’s Military, and the School of Chaos, but the tickets they bought this year aren’t in great spots; they’re way in the back…”

“But their performance last festival was good, so they might just be here for the spectacle this time, which is why they bought tickets more casually.”

“The main contenders this festival will likely be the few of us here…”

“Oh, right, don’t turn around, but that white-bearded old man about three rows behind you is probably from the Arcane Research Society…”

“I can’t get a read on that white-bearded old man. Don’t try to rush the stage before him later; you probably won’t beat him to it…”

Loren, who had been listening quietly beside him, watched as his expression slowly shifted from strange, to complex, and finally to somewhat helpless…

Ms. Carnina, although I know you’re fixated on this assassination, the seat you picked for me is a bit too good…

I seem to have fallen right into a cult organization seating formation…

Before the assassination has even started, I’m already seemingly on the Security Bureau’s radar…

Loren silently cursed the deceased Ms. Carnina like crazy in his heart. Finally, he let out a weary sigh:

“Friend, I really am just here to watch the performances…”

The middle-aged man from the Sculptors’ Mutual Aid Association, upon hearing Loren’s explanation, put on an understanding expression and patted Loren’s shoulder.

“It’s fine, you’re probably participating for the first time. Don’t be nervous. I know the rules; I won’t ask anymore.”

Loren wanted to explain something, but in the end, he just opened his mouth, thought for a moment, then silently closed it again without uttering a word.

In this bizarre situation, no matter what he said, the other party probably wouldn’t believe him…

Only 30 seconds had passed.

The middle-aged uncle to Loren’s right cheekily leaned his head over again.

“Rules that strict… are you from the Star Traveler Society?”

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