Chapter 80
The Concert Night
Four hours before the concert, all roads to heaven lead to the National Stadium. All over the streets, every sidewalk and roadway is packed with people. More accurately… all are girls… as if every woman in the country has gathered in a place that exudes the mesmerizing scent of a man… attracting beautiful butterflies, "passionate" butterflies.
Lost in a flock of butterflies gliding, oh ah butterflies flying… are fanboys bragging about their ten years of admiration and a bunch of achievements in protecting and defending their idols.
The funny thing is that countless people of this age have not even crossed the number 2. They sing, make a fuss, argue, fight for location, and curse loudly.
Those in the crowd who love to say 'Just kidding, why so tense?' seize the opportunity to satirize and ridicule everyone they bitterly despise. They repeatedly fiddle with those fragile hearts and souls, making their targets so angry that they cry.
But still not satisfied with their perverted psychology, those who like to show dangerous actions upgrade the stupid game to a higher level: poking a bunch of bitchy girls and launching a third world war.
On the street, music instantly roars, madly splashing gynecological diseases onto the graves of ancestors eighteen generations deep… playing in concert… with that immortal symphony of gender equality that begins in the virtual network, battles until keyboards shatter, and then extends into real life through hoarse, screaming throats.
Just be happy, but not too happy. Humorous jokes with warnings about going out of bounds instantly turn into deceased persons… happening at the right time and in the right place.
One troublemaker turns into ten, ten troublemakers turn into a big fight, and the streets are in chaos with countless terrifying sounds that do not belong to any species.
Reporters are stationed from the start in safe positions but are still able to observe the entire evolution. The herd waits like dogs to eat shit, scrambling to take pictures, record video clips, and get headlines to put the feverish atmosphere before G hour on the front page:
"Real fans combat trend fans, boom the hot atmosphere of the concert."
"The famous Immortal Flower fan is sociable and friendly, and finally shows true colors!"
"The riots and bitter end of all arrogant people!"
"A chaotic scandal before the concert night."
"A magnificent evening of music. An event to be looked forward to!"
A series of sensational news and headlines, reeking of the thirst for fame, satirize and mock the puppets entertaining the world. But this time nothing changes. After watching the virtual news on the virtual network for a few seconds, the people living in the virtual world turn on automatic programming mode:
Divided into two factions they do not understand – no need to understand to play the old incitement-to-violence game to the point where it cannot get any worse. The undead herds, fierce from primitive times: aggressive, menacing, rumbling — they cause war: swearing, insulting, spiting, then threatening to kill your entire family.
The vultures enjoy milking fame, miss not a single drop, smirk in contempt, and admire millions of likes, tens of thousands of hearts, and hundreds of thousands of angry and chaotic comments exploding together on the battlefield of piles of stinking corpses:
Óc chó là có thật (Dog brain is real):
Staged drama... a bunch of idiots. The king of action movies, a world-class superstar, has to play stupid to get famous like a bunch of people with no talent other than sucking fame? Are you kidding me?
giadinhcuakai (Kai's family):
Exactly, damn it! Shut up, you uneducated people. My brother is not a dickhead... cheap, trashy, and low-class like a pack of rabid dogs like you guys biting people...
chuithamthuytuthayminhsausacvailon (profound curses immediately make me feel so deep that I splatter cage):
Talent is 'unlimited', but assholes are boundless.
Page này lập ra để thông não lũ ngu học (Page was created to help idiots open their brains):
Saying that you have a low intellectual level and you get triggered immediately? A bunch of dog-brains, you're too stupid, kid. Haven't you heard of dirty media? A bunch of cow-brains, is there a need for your great-grandfather to clear your brains?
Hiệp hội khóa mõm bọn chó dại anti ngu (Association that muzzles rabid dogs and stupid antis):
An actor without a scandal for 10 years, a singer without a scandal for 10 years, building a career with globally recognized talent and ability, his fame is still at the top of the world, more attractive than Hoang Kim... Oh, my divine... But does he have to use dirty media to get views and likes? A bunch of you antis join the guys who like to rebel and destroy. Those shit bullshit guys and a bunch of brains where there is only shit—you all are brothers of the same race.
chinhthatcuanamthankai (Man god Kai's true wife):
Mom, the media is filthy. The conspiracy theories are so... splatter... cage. Grandmother laughs her ass off... Hahahaha!
Kai éo phải nam thần. Kai là thằng siscon i.n.c.e.s.t (Kai is not a man god. Kai is a guy siscon i.n.c.e.s.t):
You all live in a virtual world and are still so childish: first, you waste your money on the Internet; second, you waste the teaching efforts of the education system; and third, you waste your father's time sitting in front of the screen typing to help open your stupid brains filled with the image of your family's great-grandfather—Kai, who is always spotless and perfect.
Nhà dột từ nóc (A house with a leaking roof):
Education has no system sewer whatsoever, so why do you say that the teaching efforts of the education system are wasted?
Page này lập ra để đi chọc chó (This page was created to poke the dogs):
Even if the whole world believes it, I still don't believe the stinking groin of the showbitch world. Fuck, I say it like that for easy understanding
Đàn con thiểu năng của nam thần loạn luân (The herd of mentally retarded children of the incestuous man god):
We are only innocent when we are not yet exposed. Your great-grandfather Kai has not been exposed, but once exposed, he is dirtier than a slut's crotch.
Kai éo phải nam thần. Kai là thằng siscon i.n.c.e.s.t (Kai is not a male god. Kai is a guy siscon i.n.c.e.s.t):
Catching the skirt is what I still believe is true: there are no pure stars. Period!
The world still runs on the old principle: puppets are yanked on strings, but do not know and do not need to know that virtual life is invading... and... replacing real life. That crazy loop of boredom is... spiritual food... essential for those who make the chaotic world their own freak pleasure.
The real monster laughs in ecstasy until its face changes shape; it transforms into hundreds of different people, and with any mask it wears to cause chaos, it changes the tone of sarcasm, ridicule, advocacy, and reaction—all accurately directed at the disguised image.
Cô bé mộng mơ (Dreamlike little girl):
I dream of you tonight; you will be mine in the future!
Fan cuồng nhất mọi thời đại (The craziest fan of all time):
No matter what others say, the man god is still the truth in the hearts of fans!
Anti cho đến phần trăm pin cuối cùng (Anti until the last battery percentage):
Ouch... It was indeed ovulation that gave birth to the child of Kai.
Onggiaolang (The village teacher):
It's enough surfing the Internet today, children. Go back to your studies.
Nhảm nhí là chân lý của đám xàm xí (Nonsense is the truth of the bullshit crowd):
Countless news stories are hotter than this bunch entertaining the world, yet you ignore them, don't care, and gather to quarrel and curse each other over a sick siscon guy.
Lót dép, ăn dưa, ngồi hóng hớt (Laying sandals, eating melon, sitting to pry for drama):
What's the hot news, bro? Share it now and always!
Tao ghét loại người bóng gió (I hate those who insinuate):
Bringing news without a link is a sin!
Sư hổ mang (A monk who drinks and eats meat):
Does the alms-giver have a link?
Xin link giup thang ban (Please give my friend a link):
My friend had an accident and broke his arm; he asks me to help him get the link... please give me the link…
Nói có sách, mách phải có chứng (Say there must be a book, tell there must be evidence):
"Big mouth guy, do you like to eat cage blood? Throw the link to daddy!"
Nhảm nhí là chân lý của đám xàm xí (Nonsense is the truth of the bullshit crowd):
Nói có sách, mách phải có chứng: "After the big case was exposed, the fashion empire collapsed." Open your dog eyes and see, cage-faced guy.
Nói có sách, mách phải có chứng (Say there must be a book, tell there must be evidence):
Ouch, I thought you were talking about the news of the male god buying tampons for his sister. It turns out you're just digging up old news, you idle groin guy!
Ngứa mắt lũ gây war (Itchy eyes at the warmongers):
When there is sensational news about Sam bringing Rose into a hotel, or the man god sleeping with his sister, then it will be worth sucking fame, you dogs...
Meticulous people pay attention to abnormalities:
I think the tone of launching a war has a strong smell of fear for world peace... it sounds familiar to the ears to the extent of splatter cage. Using drama to expose another sensational scandal to stir up public opinion, triggering an endless war in the virtual world—similar to the person who turned everyone's attention to the failed proposal incident on the reunion night? I give you all a big question mark; the cattle are being led by their noses.
The pretender doesn't care about being exposed; the happily laughing monster rolls around in the room, enjoying results that exceed expectations: the crowd curses each other about irrelevant things like a group of women in a shrimp and fish shop.
Half of the people who read the above question immediately realize that the stupidity level is about to exceed max, and they slow down their stupidity by taking turns turning the car back to the main topic of the night.
The other half is still cursing aggressively, mocking those who try to open their brains for them... just... to justify their dangerous level. But the more they use sophistry, the more their stupidity is exposed for the world to enjoy:
Fuck it, multiple perspectives and conspiracy theories again!
Simple thinking is less tiring. A wool-seller knows a wool buyer.
Who do you think is stupid. but lik to twist brain ike you, that weirdo likes to backstroke
Really, the mute prying the most, and the stutterer talking the most. Your pronunciation is still incorrect, and you have a lot of spelling errors. Go back to kindergarten, grandson!
You have no rebuttal to any blood stuff except spell, this sambapapa guy!
The war on the virtual network continues without end as usual. They are too busy cursing at each other to notice the official announcement that the tickets are sold out, there is no room left at the National Stadium, and spectators should stop pouring in to avoid a stadium collapse.
The situation does not improve but becomes more terrible. Fans who have tickets but are not allowed in immediately curse loudly, digging up the graves of the ancestors, grandparents, and parents of the organizing committee who dare to cheat fans of their money:
- Damn your mother! I have had to fast, hunch over until my knees ache, and work overtime for half a year to buy tickets... and now they say I bought fake tickets! Open the door and let me in, you bastards, liars!
- I have smashed my piggy bank, fuck! I have begged until my tongue is snapped and my jaw is dislocated before the old man and the old woman have given me money for the ticket. Now you say there is no room? Fuck your whole family!
- Open the door for Daddy now, you bunch of cage faces! If you don't open the door, Daddy will burn this stadium down!
Too angry to be sane, the curses spread to Kai:
- Dead dog man god, you cheated your father's money! Handsome cage blood guy, dead your great-grandfather, siscon guy! Grandmother will set up an altar to pray for rain so that your sister gets raped to death!
The curses are louder than an earthquake; the horrifying sound collides with the rumble that dances throughout the city. The herd brings speakers, turns on floor music, and makes a commotion along with the screams of the fangirls.
"A pile of stars meeting rain" and a bunch of outdated stars take advantage of the situation and follow the crowd to praise the protagonist with a lot of beautiful words.
Their efforts to suck up fame and drama are well-deservedly rewarded: all kinds of fans grab them, ask for autographs, and take selfies—all kinds of selfie poses, from normal to ridiculous.
Newspaper journalists and media are bustling with images like wanted posters on the front pages of all newspapers, from tabloids to mainstream, hunting for the stinking prey... but... for countless people, it is still a premium delicacy. Whenever they see a celebrity, their hands are faster than their brains... clicking to view regardless of whether it is old news, new news, fake news, or real news.
In another case, some reporters go to the back of the stadium and secretly film security guards collecting money from hundreds of fans. Illegitimate spectators immediately pour into the stadium.
Another group finds the sight of "Oh, what's so strange, what's so hot?" an eyesore, even though they have long been used to those without tickets finding every possible way to sneak into the stadium. That reckless mob doesn't give a damn about bribing the guards; they just climb the gates and set up ladders to scale the walls. The security guards don't dare to stop them, even though the risk of the stadium being trashed and overcrowded is skyrocketing.
The 'Ticket Faction' witness their prey being snatched away and can only mutter curses under their breath—even though they have already sold off most of the huge cache of tickets that the organizers had secretly funneled to them. This pack of beasts, who drink the sweat and eat the hard work of others, are now resentfully throwing the remaining tickets into the trash.
A bunch of accomplices find out they are being secretly filmed, so they threaten to beat the reporters up and drive away the group of people who suck blood, chew human flesh, and even eat bones, causing them to run to the point of splashing smoke. Another person, who is craftier, silently calls the police to arrest everyone and bring them to the station.
It is a mess outside, and it is just as crazy inside. The Lemon Green Rice Flakes girls wear colorful makeup and skin-revealing clothes to show off their bodies, letting themselves go for shark fishing.
They hoot and holler, shake their hips, swivel their butts, thrust their chests, and go wild across the stadium to the rumble of the booming background music that is blowing the roof off the place. They chat while dancing to the rhythm:
- You guess what? Is it true that someone can sing better than Sakura and Mark?"
- No need to guess, I trust Kai completely; if he lies, it will only do harm and no good. Kai is not the type to play stupid games to get famous.
- The man god's fame is redundant; he definitely doesn't do anything bullshit.
- Yes, I know, but he doesn't say who it is, keeping it equivocal until tonight. He has never played hide-and-seek like this before.
- So, you all guess who will sing instead of them?
- The other two just had an accident this morning. Time is tight and it is difficult to find a suitable singer. This concert cannot be cancelled. I think he must sing with the Hoa Tien Nu. Although the lineup is not complete, it will become a blockbuster with the firefighting of the legendary Diva.
- Makes sense, but I like surprises, so I guess Kai will sing with Miss World!?
- What, Anh Dao ah?
- Does Anh Dao have anything to do with the man god to sing together?
- That's why I said I like surprises! And who says she is not relevant to him? Anh Dao and Hanna are close. Kai is the brother who is crazy about his sister the most in the world; maybe singing together is no joke!
- You just reminded me of the day Kai and Anh Dao interacted with fans at school—I caught him secretly admiring Miss World at least three times!
- This news is so hot, I must post it online to get likes. Hehe…
The girl opens her Halo and goes on the world's largest social networking site; the girl next to her suddenly shouts excitedly:
- Hey, the man god's best friend just commented on Kai's concert night post!
The girls huddle together, their eyes glued to the Halo screen displaying the blue account Alexander Stone:
Burn it up, brother!
The fangirls see Kai reply to the message after only a few seconds, and they scream crazily. Kai Junketsu (Pure):
Cheering through the screen—will the brotherhood last forever?
The two jokey comments immediately receive a tsunami of likes, a hurricane of hearts, and a storm of anger that brings a flood of chaotic comments from all over the world. The fangirls laugh at the humor, competing to interact, confess, flirt, and tease the two handsome man god men who are the ideal models for men all over the world.
Boom