Chapter 364: At This Moment, All of Humanity Might As Well Dance
"I know him."
Among the seventy-two demon commanders, Asmopa—formerly the Ghost Nun—immediately went red with rage upon seeing the man who had once humiliated her.
A mighty demon commander who ruled over countless demons, and yet she had been forced to wear stockings. It was a disgrace beyond imagination.
"What's special about him?"
The Demon Overlord, Chloe, asked calmly. "From the look on your face, you hate him intensely."
"He's a complete lunatic," Asmopa muttered, deliberately omitting the details. She didn't want to become a laughingstock among her peers.
Confident in their inevitable victory, the demon commanders waited patiently for Allen's performance—more as amusement before his execution than anything else.
Strum!
A guitar string was plucked.
The notes reverberated throughout the city.
In an instant, demons all across Los Angeles turned to look toward the rooftop where Allen stood.
The sudden sound of music felt utterly out of place on a battlefield drenched in blood and chaos—like an upstairs bathroom pipe bursting mid-meal, showering the dining room in an unholy spray.
It was about to begin.
For the first time ever, someone was throwing a concert for demons.
"Thank you all for taking time out of your busy demon schedules to attend the first concert of the Music Shaman," Allen said enthusiastically, waving at the demon commanders as if he weren't standing in the middle of a battlefield.
He really was insane.
Actually waving at them so cheerfully.
"For my opening song, I've chosen one of my personal favorites: The Scumbag's Song. It's a piece that strikes right at the soul."
After introducing the song, he placed his hands on the guitar and began strumming an unbearable mess of discordant noise.
Clearly, this man couldn't play a lick of music.
"Let me kill him already. That noise is unbearable!"
A fallen angel finally lost his patience, ready to silence the lunatic desecrating the sacred art of music.
But just as he moved to strike, Allen opened his mouth and began to sing.
"I once loved over a hundred women.
She said I was the biggest scumbag alive.
But I kept my innocence just for her,
And closed the door to loving anyone else…"
As the song rang out, all the demons froze—each as if struck in the soul.
The Hymn of Divinity, a shamanic technique that summoned divine power through song, took effect.
A wave of sorrow swept through them.
Suddenly, they were overwhelmed with the ache of love lost and longing unfulfilled.
For a moment, they became lovesick fools, each haunted by a long-buried, unspoken affection.
"Bruce, are you crying?"
"Barry, your eyes are wet."
Tears welled up, unstoppable.
All their grief was wrapped in silence.
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"It was the woman I loved who turned me into the dumbest man on Earth.
I believed every word she said.
When she said she wanted to kiss me…"
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The song continued.
The demons' formerly terrifying, twisted expressions were now replaced by sorrowful ones.
All killing intent had utterly vanished.
"Boss, are you crying too? Is there a girl you still can't forget?"
The Ghost Nun sobbed uncontrollably, recalling her past before she became a demon. Back then, she was a pure and devout nun, harboring a secret crush on a young priest—feelings she was never allowed to acknowledge.
"Stop singing."
As the Demon Overlord, Chloe's strength far surpassed the other commanders.
Though sadness surged in her heart, she still retained some rationality.
"I said stop singing!"
Suddenly, a terrifying aura of hellfire burst from her, attempting to suppress the song by force.
But Allen had already entered a state of complete abandon.
He even began to dance, though his movements were embarrassingly clumsy.
Yet clearly enhanced by his shamanic abilities, the dance was no mere spectacle.
Dance of the Spirit Binding.
A visual control technique that hijacked motor responses through body movement.
Chloe's body froze mid-attack—then, against her will, she began to mimic his dance.
"Stop this at once!"
She was a Demon Overlord, and now she was dancing before an audience of commanders and underlings.
It was humiliating.
Utterly shameful.
And she wasn't alone. All the demon commanders began moving in sync with Allen's awkward choreography.
Even the demons on the ground—regardless of their shapes or species—followed suit.
Those human soldiers who had survived and were supposed to be fighting?
They dropped their weapons and joined the revelry.
The scene was surreal: demons and humans dancing together, as if the brutal bloodshed of moments before had never happened.
At that very moment, drones blessed with holy water were dispatched by official agencies and stealthily flew into Los Angeles to survey the situation.
Holy water—easily acquired and effective against hellish energies—had been stockpiled for this purpose.
Tactical Command Room.
A group of high-ranking officials stared at the video feed, baffled by what they were seeing.
Demons had invaded Earth... was it just for a dance party?
Otherwise, why would the streets be full of demons performing abstract choreography?
As the drone moved in closer, capturing footage of the seventy-two demon commanders dancing midair, the operators quickly rotated the camera to find the source.
The Hymn of Divinity and Dance of the Spirit Binding—two complementary shamanic skills.
One controlled the mind through song; the other the body through movement.
"Who is he?"
"Seems to be one of our superhuman research targets."
"Background still unclear."
But none of that mattered to the bureaucrats.
If he could stop a demon invasion, he was already a propaganda goldmine.
"Demons? Please. A single human can control them."
One official sneered, conveniently ignoring the nuclear launch button resting on the table—still armed and ready to raze Los Angeles if things got out of hand.
"I propose we make this live broadcast public—not just to reassure the people, but to show the world that we have a godlike being on our side. It's a great way to raise international prestige and strengthen deterrence."
"Agreed. A lot of countries are itching to intervene under the guise of 'rescue.' This'll make them think twice."
"I support it. It'll send a message to our shaky allies: the world is dangerous, and only by relying on America can peace be maintained."
As voices echoed back and forth, consensus was quickly reached.
It was a golden opportunity to boost national prestige—both to undermine hostile nations and bind traditional allies closer.
The live feed was linked through official channels and rapidly disseminated across every major streaming platform. Within moments, countries around the globe were tuning in.
Little did they know, they had just made a critical mistake.
Because they left the audio on.
"This song... is kind of a banger."
"Damn, I just remembered my first love from fifty years ago. I wonder how she's doing."
"Funny. I feel the same."
"Sir Stanley, are you... dancing?"
"Something's wrong. I—I can't control my body!"
By the time they realized the issue, it was already too late.
Not only were the officials dancing tearfully, but so were all the civilians watching the livestream.
All of humanity, driven by an uncontrollable urge, began to dance.
"Turn it off, now!"
"I can't—I literally can't stop!"
"If we're dancing... then everyone watching the stream..."
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