it is Arknights!

"…So you really think that was the greatest art in history?"

"Yes."

Facing the old guard's suspicious gaze, the young guard stood at his post and nodded seriously. Then added a sentence.

"Unprecedented and unrepeatable , I even feel there won't be anything this amazing in the future."

"Is it really as exaggerated as you say?"

"It is just that exaggerated. You'll know once you've seen it; it's truly as Miss Guǐ Dǎi Lǎo Hǎi(Miss Ghostly Old Sea) said, if you don't watch it, you'll really regret not having seen such great art. And those who have seen it feel both fortunate and sorrowful. Fortunate to have seen such a great thing, and sorrowful that they actually have other work to do, so they can't watch such a drama forever. Before it, even identity is irrelevant."

"Is it that exaggerated? Why don't I believe it…"

"It can even be said that if I praise that play, the Parliament Speaker could treat me like a sworn brother. Or rather, he already treats me like a sworn brother; when I had to go stand guard, both of us were very annoyed because he also received a call for work. So we couldn't continue praising it. That level."

"…"

Why are you praising it like it's real?

Looking at the old guard's disbelieving expression, the young guard shrugged, disdaining to explain anything. Because great things don't even need to be praised; just by being there, just by one glance, one will naturally know how truly awe-inspiring that thing is.

The play proceeded very smoothly; no shouts or screams from fanatics, no terrorist attack incidents occurred. Whether it was the high and mighty Parliament Faction big shots or the small guards, they could all realize the greatness of that drama troupe. The thrilling plot, the interlinked background, the awe-inspiring music, the trembling ending. From the first second to the last, everyone watched the drama troupe with rapt attention, unwavering.

Only when all the actors came on stage hand-in-hand, bowed, and indicated the end of the play, did thunderous applause belatedly ring out.

Before this kind of art, being or not being, truly didn't matter anymore. Everyone would give these actors the most sincere applause, to affirm their performance in this play. Even that batch of people who were usually the most reserved raised their hands high without any regard for their image, shouting loudly.

The most terrifying thing was, this great art was truly as Miss Guǐ Dǎi Lǎo Hǎi said: great art doesn't even need to be explicitly stated. You just look at it and know its greatness. It's like air, water, food; you can describe it, speak of its existence. But how great it is, can only be felt when one truly experiences losing these things. At least now, the young guard still felt itchy all over, wanting to roar a few times to vent his emotions.

But fortunately, he no longer had to worry about his low status preventing him from watching the play. Whether it was Miss Guǐ Dǎi Lǎo Hǎi or those high officials, they all became brothers before this great work. They shared their post-viewing feelings, described the sensations the great and terrifying court produced in them, their contempt and dissatisfaction with the current Victorian royal family, and the location of the next gathering. A guard, a parliament speaker, two identities that seemed completely impossible to connect, became intertwined because of a great, unspeakable play. Making him can't help but look forward to whether there would be such a vivid performance in the next play.

He didn't even know how it could be optimized further; regarding the greatness of the script and the impact of the entire play, the optimization of the next play that ordinary people thought of completely didn't exist in their minds. They only prayed this play would be performed over and over again, letting their souls and bodies thoroughly transform.

"I think you're poisoned… Shift change time is here. Prepare to leave. If you really think it's good, save some money, go into business, then make big money, buy a drama troupe, watch however you want."

"No, you don't understand. It's not a problem with the drama troupe, but everything about Arkham. It's Miss Guǐ Dǎi Lǎo Hǎi's magic."

"I believe your nonsense ( lit. "believed your evil," often used sarcastically)... Let's go, let's go."

Nodding at the two red-clothed guards approaching them, the two returned to the locker room, changed their clothes respectively, and prepared to go home and rest.

The old soldier aside, but the young man, walking on the fog-filled street, his mind was still agitated about everything in that play. Whether it was the changes in those characters' identities, or the plot that broke conventions, all of it was so intoxicating that even the fog before his eyes seemed much more amiable.

"…?"

Seems really much more amiable?

On the way home, amidst the thick fog, the young guard saw a figure wearing a cloak walking towards a vehicle and raised his eyebrows somewhat surprisedly.

As a professional guard, one who often appeared in various television exhibitions and noble displays of ostentation, he could of course distinguish who that roughly concealed cloaked person was. That was a very famous die-hard Royalist; although only a baron, his combat power was very insane.

Although the fog was thick, perhaps due to the mental acuity triggered by that play, he recognized that crazy Royalist baron at first sight. As a madman at the forefront, this baron, although aged, was like a mad dog, biting whoever he saw. Making the Parliament Faction people's heads ache looking at him. The older, the more shameless; that was what they said about this mad dog baron. But what truly surprised the guard wasn't his keen vision, nor why the baron appeared, but because.

His nasal cavity was filled with a strange fragrance.

"…"

It was as if a reappearance of that great art; if the limit of operatic great art was that 'Lost World', then the limit of fragrance was the smell emanating from this baron. Like a collection of the world's most beautiful adjectives, one sniff and it felt like the whole person was floating.

Just smelling the scent emanating from above, it felt like reason was gradually dissolving, and the spirit was also gradually becoming hazy. Clearly, he could still smell a strong stench of blood on that baron, as if he had just experienced some crime scene. Clearly knowing the other party was a Royalist baron, killing him was as effortless as killing a chicken. But under the stimulation of the great opera, plus the experience of calling the parliament speaker brother, he inexplicably looked at that car and slowly started walking.

'I'm just looking, just taking a look, I want to see why he smells so fragrant, this isn't a crime…'

As if bewitched , smelling the fragrance pervading the air, the young guard quietly followed behind that car, his body merging into the fog, and disappeared.