Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast-Chapter 548 - 259: It’s Effort I Rely On, The End of Everything_2

Chapter 548: Chapter 259: It’s Effort I Rely On, The End of Everything_2

“And we’ve also found that Mr. Callum is so strong not just because he has a high talent, but also because of his relentless cultivation efforts.”

“For a young man who’s only eighteen years old, this is extremely commendable and admirable.”

“All right, now let’s go interview Miss Mathilda Ward.”

This time, Jack Clark did not stop the female host as she walked into the backstage makeup room.

Of course, although the Akunus Avatar had already been eradicated, Jack Clark was still on his guard. He had just carefully perceived those people and found no issues.

And this time, it wasn’t just a mental perception; Jack Clark also blatantly used Spirit Power scanning, capable of a kind of x-ray vision.

The aim was to prevent the situation with the bald tuner from occurring again.

While the female host went in to interview Mathilda Ward, who was getting her makeup done, the internet started buzzing about Jack Clark’s earlier behavior.

“Wow! Darren was so gentle just now, patiently answering Coco’s questions.”

“Yeah, so handsome, sob, how great would it be to be his girlfriend?”

“You crazed fans, aren’t you focusing on the wrong thing? Earlier you all said he was only so strong because of his talent, now you know, our brother is all about hard work.”

“That’s right, our brother relies on his own efforts. It’s step by step hard work that got him where he is today, surpassing all his peers.”

“Damn! I’m fired up now, starting today I’ll also cultivate diligently. I hope to break through the Second Layer Heaven by the end of First Grade.”

“Upstairs, aren’t your goals a little small? Shouldn’t you be aiming to break through the Fourth Layer Heaven by the end of First Grade?”

“Break through your hammer, I’ve barely managed to establish my foundation after half a year of cultivation. Am I supposed to use my head to break through?”

“Shit! Half a year and just establishing foundation, you’re such a waste, why even bother cultivating at all? Better switch paths early, don’t waste your time and resources.”

“Don’t look down on me. Although I haven’t broken through the First Layer Heaven yet, someday I will become a powerful high-order cultivator, and then you’ll know what ‘thirty years on the east bank of the river’ means.”

“Haha, that’s hilarious, who still talks about ‘thirty years on the east bank, thirty years on the west bank’ these days? Are you going to come up with ‘don’t mistreat the youth for being poor, don’t mistreat the middle-aged for being poor’ next?”

While the online community was abuzz, the time reached 7:30 pm.

Click!

The lights in the venue dimmed, followed by a faint radiance spilling from the top of the hall, gradually revealing the towering figure on stage.

The over 200-meter tall form, majestic as mountains, with three heads and eight arms, sitting cross-legged covering the entire stage, with a circle of slowly rotating aura behind, emitting a holy halo.

This was the image of the creation deity from the mythical legends of Gunaer Country.

At this moment, ethereal and distant music began to play.

On stage, in front of the dignified and sacred ‘deities,’ the four sets of hands opened gently, revealing Mathilda Ward, with her long hair lightly coiled at the back of her head, adorned with blue butterflies and floral ornaments.

For tonight’s opening act, the girl wore a shoulder-baring blue dress, standing in the palm of the deity, as if she were a goddess descended from ancient times, regal and graceful.

With Mathilda Ward’s appearance, golden petals rained down from the sky, and under the music, the atmosphere turned mystical, making her shine even brighter.

“Wow! Sister Ilisa is so beautiful today.” Gwen Gail’s eyes sparkled with envy as she watched the stage from the front row.

In that moment, not just her, the entire venue was stunned by the spectacle, followed by a roar that shook the mountains and seas.

“Ilisa, Ilisa!!”

“Ilisa, I love you!”

However, compared to those on the site, the eyes of the global live-stream audience quickly shifted away from Mathilda Ward, searching around.

“I see him, Darren Callum is on the deity’s shoulder.”

“Wow! The Hegemon is so cool.”

“He really didn’t abandon the goddess, always protecting her from behind as ever, it’s so touching.”

“Touching your hammer, his job is a bodyguard, okay?”

At that moment, the stage burst into endless radiance, the deity exploded with a boom, turning into a sky full of light and vanishing, officially starting the concert.

As the last farewell concert, whether it was the songs, dances, costumes, props, or lighting, everything was perfected.

Even each song was accompanied by 3D projections of environments.

Snowy mountains, oceans, forests, skies, alien worlds, Giant Beasts…

This level of big-budget production was not only unmatched by a star’s concert but even those claiming to be billion-dollar movies could not compare, thrilling the audience both on-site and online.

But during such an amazing concert, many viewers couldn’t shake off a vague feeling that something was missing.

Right, it was that figure that used to block the camera lens, that arrogant bodyguard who, oddly enough, wasn’t intentionally standing in front of Mathilda Ward this time, seeming almost too normal.

At the edge of the stage, Jack Clark was quietly enjoying the visual feast before him.

Down below, beside the stage, Damon Lopes commented somewhat sentimentally, “Brother Callum, do you think we’ll ever have the chance to see Sister Ilisa’s concerts in the future?”

After this concert, in about ten more days, it would be Mathilda Ward’s deadline, and whether she would live or die depended on the Life Reversal Ceremony.

But with only a thirty percent chance of success… it was highly unlikely.

“We will have opportunities.”

Jack Callum said calmly, “After all, the Mysterious Martial Sky King has returned. He will surely find a way to keep her alive because she is his only family now.”

“Right, Sister Ilisa will definitely make it,” Damon Lopes nodded.

As they watched, the concert went on smoothly.

Even during the later part of the concert when Mathilda Ward went downstage to interact with the fans, shaking hands, Jack Clark just followed along the sidelines, without interference.