Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast

The venue, capable of accommodating sixty thousand people, was shaped like a semicircle with three sections: front, middle, and back. At this moment, the seats were already filled with spectators, all excitedly looking toward the stage straight ahead.

in their hands, they all held glow sticks distributed for free at the entrance, which would sprinkle some crystal powder when waved, just like shining stars, exceptionally brilliant.

Behind the stage, Jack Clark slightly lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out at the sea of people calmly, wondering if there might be a traitor among these audience members.

“Lights are normal.”

“Projector number three is fine.”

“OK, countdown starting, 10, 9, 8… Turn off the lights!”

Following the command from the central control, the entire venue went dark in an instant, followed immediately by the roar of a dragon’s cry.

Roar!

The vast venue burst into light as a hundred-meter-long Golden-scaled Dragon with double wings appeared in high altitude, and at the same time, streams of sparks burst from the stage’s edge.

In the dazzling light, the prelude to a song that many were familiar with began to play.

The wall at the end of the stage cracked open, and Mathilda Ward, dressed in full regalia, slowly walked out, followed by a bodyguard in a black suit, maintaining a three-step distance.

At this moment, white mist spurted from some cracks in the ground.

Suddenly, amidst the sparkling gold and swirling Cloud Mist, the girl appeared as if she were a Divine Dragon Goddess stepping out of legend as the dragon roared.

Through the eight large screens hung around the venue, everyone witnessed this stunning moment, and the entire venue erupted into excitement as countless young men and women stood up eagerly.

“Ilisa! Ilisa!…”

The shouts of tens of thousands drowned out the sound system, and the atmosphere was electric.

This center-of-attention feeling made Jack Clark, who was standing behind Mathilda, feel his blood boiling, reminiscent of the night of the Blood Moon when countless Mutated Beasts surged like a tide.

The same mountainous cries and tsunami waves made him want to grab his War Halberd and blast everything to oblivion… Cough! What am I thinking?

Jack shook his head, discarding the strange thoughts that had suddenly sprung to his mind.

The concert’s first song was a solo by Mathilda Ward, so as the 3D Golden Dragon in the air dispersed, a Light Beam landed on her, and she slowly walked towards the center of the stage, descending the stairs.

As an international star with a booming career, Mathilda Ward’s singing skills were indeed strong. Her voice was clear and gentle, pleasant to listen to, combined with the meaningful lyrics and upbeat rhythm.

Even Jack couldn’t help but praise its pleasantness.

But Jack’s brow furrowed almost immediately because he noticed he wasn’t drawing much attention, and the occasional gazes that did fall on him swiftly passed by.

Under such conditions, it was almost impossible to detect any potential hidden enemies.

With that thought, Jack’s gaze landed on Mathilda Ward.

At this moment, Mathilda had reached the center of the stage, her posture swaying slightly with the rhythm of the music, her dress fluttering, appearing both beautiful and spirited.

Not far away, a camera suspended in the air also captured this scene, moving through the air to record it and projecting it onto the screens.

However, just as tens of thousands were watching in rapture, a tall figure suddenly appeared – it was, unmistakably, the bodyguard Jack Clark standing behind Mathilda Ward.

“Man, what’s up with that guy?”

“Right, why’s he always standing there blocking the camera?” Although the young man in black on the big screen was cool and handsome with his sunglasses, everyone at the concert was there to see Mathilda Ward. Fortunately, as Mathilda moved, the camera followed her, and that man, whether a backup dancer or a real bodyguard, disappeared from the screen.

The show continued smoothly, without any surprises.

The girls on stage sang their hearts out, the dance partners moved to the beat, and the audience listened intently, except for the bodyguard in sunglasses who would occasionally appear on the big screens, which was annoying.

Over the next hour, Mathilda Ward changed her outfit three times, including multiple swaps among the dance partners, each costume different in style.

On stage, Mathilda Ward, dressed in a red-striped tight dress with a black trench coat over it, gently swayed her figure, surrounded by eight female dance partners.

With that familiar tune ringing out, tens of thousands were excitedly watching when,

on the big screen, the bodyguard in the black suit once again stood in front of Mathilda Ward, completely blocking her.

His expressionless face, behind the sunglasses, scanned all the people in the vast concert site as if he owned the stage.

“Damn, that bodyguard’s in the way again, move it, you’re blocking my view of Ilisa.”

“Oh, come on, bodyguard, move aside, don’t block the camera.

“Hey, hey!! Does that guy have a grudge against Ilisa? He’s deliberately sabotaging, always blocking the camera at crucial moments.”

“Where’s Cloud Heaven Group’s staff? Why isn’t anyone dealing with that bodyguard?”

Suddenly, the concert site was filled with indignant uproar, and many male students voiced their complaints about the bodyguard on stage; it was completely unacceptable.

At this time, not just the audience but the dance partners on stage were also confused about what prompted the bodyguard, who had been following Mathilda Ward for a few days, to act so crazily.

Lionel Lopez and the other bodyguards in the surrounding area were similarly puzzled about what Darren was up to today, constantly loitering on the stage.

Damon Lopes pressed his earpiece and said in a bewildered tone, “Brother Callum, you’ve blocked Sister Ilisa’s camera more than a dozen times. Aren’t you afraid of getting beaten up when you leave?”

In the middle of the stage, Jack Clark, who had intentionally blocked Mathilda Ward behind him, spoke calmly, “Do you think any of these spectators would dare, or rather, could beat me?”

As he spoke, he turned casually like someone with nothing to worry about, exposing Mathilda Ward behind him, who continued to sing, while he strolled over to the edge of the stage like he was on a leisurely walk..