As the performance began, a cacophony of deafening noise erupted, stabbing her ears and reverberating through her skull.

“Ahhh! Agh! Aaaaghhh!”

Mezlen clutched her ears, screaming at the sheer auditory assault. It was a sound she could barely describe as music—a chaotic clamor unlike anything she had ever heard.@@novelbin@@

“What kind of people pay to experience something like this?!”

She had endured the spicy meal earlier, dismissing it as a matter of taste. But this was different. Even though she had willingly followed Harold here, she couldn’t imagine anyone genuinely enjoying this pandemonium.

Without seats, the crowd jostled and jumped relentlessly, their bodies colliding into her. The physical discomfort added to her torment as she struggled to keep her balance.

“Ha-Harold…! Wh-what is this supposed to be…?” she gasped, her voice barely audible over the chaos.

“Well, Tanasia, shouldn’t you already know?” Harold replied coldly.

“…What?”

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