My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World-Chapter 359 - 313: Curtain Falls!

"When the doctor allows patients to regain light, letting them see this colorful world once more, isn’t that another form of art?"

"When our predecessors led people through struggle, liberating them from oppression, teaching them how to think, spreading the truth of art, breaking the shackles of thought, allowing them to truly live free, walk with purpose, and close their eyes in love—wasn’t that the essence of art from the beginning?"

"Belvedere, who truly has passion in their heart, and who is simply putting on a grand show?" Xu Xiaoyou said, "The artistic monuments you speak of—are they referring to paintings incomprehensible to others, or to obscure and difficult poetry?"

"If that’s the case, such so-called monuments are merely a sea painted with false gold, built upon the bones of our ancestors."

"This kind of art will never become a beacon, for it was born from the mud."

"Great artists hoped people would unyieldingly struggle through art, finding a path to the future. Yet people wallow in false joy of gains, their steps halted by intangible bonds."

"They planted a seed for a distant future, hoping one day it would sprout through the efforts of those who share the same vision."

"And you." Xu Xiaoyou captured Belvedere’s furious posture in her eyes, "It was you who dug up that seed for the distant future, betraying the path originally walked by our predecessors."

"It was you,"

"who used the most barbaric methods to hijack art!"

These words were like spring water from the mountain, silently seeping into the hearts of everyone watching this live broadcast.

Enlightenment was never grandiose; its meaning is like an arrow shot before people, until the day when that arrow circles back to hit the center of their foreheads — only then is its mission truly complete.

"Full of sophistry, what utter nonsense!"

Belvedere’s eyes were lined with terrifying bloodshot veins,

"What do you even understand?"

"The efforts I put in for art, the dedication I’ve invested in this city."

"I’ve never strayed from this path."

"If Roquel and Mickey are watching from above, they would surely agree with my dedication and my life’s struggle."

"I have done nothing wrong; I merely followed their wishes to let more people see art, which inherently does not require the understanding of the incapable!"

"I don’t need to argue with you." Belvedere’s eyes were bloodshot, glaring angrily at the "Artist" nearby.

"What are you hesitating for?"

"Kill her!"

"Have you forgotten our Contract? Only I can show you the endpoint of art!"

The crowd held their breath, silently fixed on the "Artist," knowing that any of its gestures could decide anyone’s life.

It would decide how this great drama should come to an end.

After a brief yet seemingly endless moment.

The "Artist" grinned, revealing pale teeth: "I see nothing but two pests mouthing off about art in this high court."

It snapped its fingers,

and Belvedere exploded into a mist of blood.

Then, it turned its gaze towards the golden-haired girl on stage: "I’m sorry, Miss Dark Gold Rose, I’m very disappointed with your performance, the act ends here."

Death whispered, despair spread, and silence grew wildly in the quiet.

Just as it reached out towards Xu Xiaoyou, the silent golden-haired girl slowly lifted her head, her dark golden eyes opening in the darkness, strands of hair fell beside her pale red lips, raising an almost imperceptible smile.

Electricity crackled explosively, the scorching waves of steam swept across the scene, a giant die descended behind Xu Xiaoyou, the dazzling light engulfing her silhouette, her long hair wildly swirling in the tempest. The die’s countless faces spun excessively and violently, emitting a deafening mechanical roar, countless crimson eyes opened in the darkness behind her.

They mocked, scoffed, shouted, reveled, and screeched, endless joy swirling in their eyes.

The irregular die faces suddenly stopped spinning, each face locked on fiercely flowing red numbers

—1000! 1000! 1000!

—Moment of Destiny!

"Destiny: Assign ’Moment of Destiny’ to the designated target!"

"Anya!" Xu Xiaoyou shouted.

In the next moment, a long spear shot forth from the darkness, transforming into a streak of black lightning tearing through the void, its path ripping layer after layer of space, shattering the bindings of Silence with piercing spear force, like an endlessly unfurling kaleidoscope.

The hurricane of exploding fragments swept across the world, each piece reflecting the "Artist’s" astonished visage.

And at the center of that storm, illusion and reality overlapped, a dazzling spiral materialized at that moment, piercing through time and space, forming a sharp arrow, breaking through the final barrier, unleashing a blinding white light.

In an instant, the Abyssal White Flower pierced through the "Artist," welcoming its bloom!