Twisted Dreams-Chapter 62 - 34: The First Demon Council
Night, Emperor Nightclub.
Today is the first masquerade ball held by the Emperor Nightclub.
A specially arranged ballroom, featuring a famous female DJ and internet singers, is set to ignite everyone’s hormones tonight.
Tonight’s theme is Hell Night.
The Emperor Nightclub, which used to be a membership-only venue with a minimum spend of 5000, serving only the middle class and above, has become more accessible today.
Tickets are only 180, including two bottles of beer, a cocktail, and a mask.
If girls cosplay as Sadako, Enchanting Demon, or Vampire, they enter for free and receive two bottles of beer.
The young men and women of the South Sea think the owner of the Emperor Nightclub has gone mad for being so generous.
Those with some status in the South Sea who can dig into the gossip of the upper class know that Zhou Qing is dead, leaving Zhu Dajun with one less formidable opponent.
They think this is a celebration.
Tonight, Hell Night is filled with flirters, venters, thrill seekers, and the despondent.
They seek the dopamine of the soul amid the flashing lights and throbbing music.
After the raspy-voiced female DJ shouted, igniting the entire venue, the explosive music pushed the ball to its climax, with different men and women dancing wildly.
Tonight, everyone sees themselves as the protagonist.
These protagonists don’t know that a few pairs of cold eyes are watching them from the black ceiling above.
Those people are dressed in expensive evening gowns, wearing masks, holding wine and champagne, overlooking these ordinary humans through the specially designed black transparent glass floor tiles.
They are members of the Demon Club.
Originally achieving considerable success in certain fields of the South Sea, they no longer consider themselves mortals after gaining Demon Power.
Today is the first gathering of South Sea Demon Club members.
Behind the transparent floor tiles is the main hall of the gathering.
The crystal chandeliers emit dazzling light, with soft lighting illuminating the spacious hall, reflecting a scene of golden splendor.
Unforgettable classical piano music wafts from the nimble fingers of an elderly man wearing a mask in the center of the hall.
Some male and female demons pair up and dance to the beautiful piano music.
While the demon members have mutual admiration, they also remain wary of each other.
They continue to converse cautiously, not daring to reveal their identities in the mortal world.
Several dozen attendants, dressed in tailcoats, maid outfits, and masks, shuttle around the venue, serving the elegantly dressed guests.
These attendants are not ordinary; they exude a rich Death Qi.
The clock strikes midnight.
Their expressions change uniformly, and they stop what they’re doing.
The elderly man playing the piano also stops, gracefully takes a bow, and exits.
They proceed towards the conference hall in an orderly fashion, even these arrogant demons wear uneasy expressions.
In the conference room, there’s a huge oval conference table.
At the forefront is an exaggeratedly large black table and chair set.
The table and chair look majestic and imposing, like a throne.
Once seated at the oval table in the conference hall, no one dares to move or whisper.
Two beautiful silhouettes enter the room.
One exudes an irresistible allure, enough to make anyone blush and pulse race even through the mask.
The other exudes an icy, noble aura, like a dark red rose blooming in the darkness, part angel, part witch.
The demons stand in respect for the two women, offering them a respectful gaze.
These two are the most esteemed demons in the Demon Club, aside from Lord Death God.
The Fifth Apostle, Fallen Angel·Vanity.
The Sixth Apostle, Succubus Queen.
Lord Apostles, representatives of the supreme Death God!
The two apostles stand quietly on either side of the black table.
An unsettling oppressive atmosphere flows from outside the door.
The demons become solemn.
Rumor says the Demon Club is an Extraordinary Organization of Hell’s presence in the mortal world, highly valued by the Death God.
Whenever a new Demon Club opens, the Death God hosts the first meeting.
Thereafter, the six apostles take turns hosting.
A tall figure walks in from outside the door.
The person is dressed in a white suit, with a fresh red rose tucked into the side chest pocket.
Wearing a white round hat, and a white mask with a strange smiling face.
In fact, Li Yang doesn’t need to wear a mask; who would dare to check on him with his human face?
It’s not like no one has seen him before.
The important thing is that Li Yang respects the rules of the Demon Club.
The demons feel an oppressive force making it hard to breathe and an intense pressure emanating from the white figure.
They send looks of reverence and awe, bowing slightly in greeting.
Li Yang nods, signaling everyone to sit down, lowers his voice, and speaks slowly:
"Several newcomers are fortunate to have seen the Celestial Dao, qualifying for membership in the Demon Club.
Tonight’s first meeting of the South Sea Demon Club is also to discuss the rules with the newcomers."
Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall feels a sense of smugness.
Each of them is a newcomer, yet they assume most attendees are veterans of the Demon Club.
Those lucky enough to have seen the Celestial Dao, doesn’t it mean one themselves?
Indeed, they see themselves as fate’s chosen child of destiny!
It’s like an ordinary person winning the lottery and joining a gathering of wealthy people who’ve struggled half their lives.
Li Yang says:
"The night of the full moon each month is the membership day of the Demon Club.
Except for Intermediate Demons and Low Level Demons on a mission who may choose not to attend, all other demons must attend."
The members nod slightly, resolving their doubts.
No wonder only dozens of members are attending this meeting.
It turns out many powerful demons or those on missions haven’t attended the meeting.
They simultaneously make up their minds, should they become Intermediate Demons, they must attend the meetings.
Even if on a mission, they would try to attend the meeting.
Because in the Extraordinary World, they are all newcomers, with a pressing desire for knowledge beyond the ordinary.
"Next, I will speak about the second rule for newcomers."
Li Yang places his hand on the table and says:
"Your Demon Body must not be casually exposed to mortal eyes, and must not disrupt mortal order.
If you cause mortal beings to panic, you will no longer qualify as a member."
The members’ hearts shiver, understanding the seriousness of this matter.
Losing membership means knowing the secrets of the Demon Club; the outcome can be easily imagined.
Cleaners not only erase demon traces but can also clean out demons.
Li Yang sits on the imposing giant chair.
The two female apostles at his side pour him coffee.
Only such an existence would have an Enchanting Demon and Fallen Angel serving him obediently.
Li Yang continues:
"Next, you may ask any questions you have on your minds."
The atmosphere turns silent.
They all have one big question.
Are there Angels in this world, are there Cultivators, and are there Demons?
They want to ask what exactly the Extraordinary World is,
but no one wants to speak first.
These are all clever businessmen, executives of major corporations, and underground bosses.
They know that asking this question first equals announcing to all members they are newcomers.
Finally, the elderly man who had been playing the piano stands, bows respectfully to Li Yang, and speaks:
"I boldly ask my lord Death God to enlighten us, what is Celestial Dao?"
The members secretly praise the elder as a warrior.
This elder voices the question everyone wishes to ask.
For ordinary people, the Celestial Dao is the hidden law of the universe; Celestial Dao is just Celestial Dao.
Those who follow the Dao thrive, those who defy it perish.
But what is Celestial Dao to the divine beings?
Isn’t this indirectly asking about the matters of the Extraordinary World?
