Story Reader / Event Story / Stellar Narratives / Story
In a makeshift theater on the street, a crowd gathers around a storyteller dressed in a robe and mask, dramatically reciting a script.
Previously, we spoke about a wealthy youngster who rejected family arrangements and decided to run away with a young martial artist.
One dark and windy night, they climbed over the mansion's walls, hoping to escape to the capital. But little did they know the family had found out and sent guards to intercept them...
The storyteller slams his wooden block, and actors dressed in traditional black outfits appear on stage, each striking a martial arts pose.
Wow, this show feels so immersive! They even have real martial arts performers!
Of course! I woke up early just to get front-row seats.
Oh, never mind. If we keep chatting, we'll miss the good parts.
Changyu and you turn your attention back to the stage, only to see the performers in black descending into the audience.
Poor youngster and martial artist. They barely escaped the estate before the master's guards caught them, like birds trapped in a cage.
As the storyteller narrates, the performers suddenly tie your and Changyu's wrists together with ropes and escort you onto the stage.
Huh? I didn't hear about this part!
But the performers ignore your protests, silently surrounding you both as the storyteller continues his excited narration.
With the martial artist's hands bound, he's helpless now. Even the strongest fighter can't escape—
Hiyah—!
While you're thinking of a plan, Changyu unexpectedly kicks away one of the performers.
Turning, you see he's already in a fighting stance as he faces the performers.
Sorry, surrendering without a fight isn't my style.
Come at me, all of you!
You have no idea why Changyu suddenly starts fighting back. All you can do is stand there, staring in shock.
You're starting to get a little impatient too, so you rise to your feet alongside Changyu. The two of you stand shoulder to shoulder, facing the group of men in black.
Oh? The guards made one mistake, giving the martial artist a chance! In a flash, he lashes out with a fierce kick...
Seeing Changyu rise up and fight back, the storyteller actually gets excited by the sudden twist.
One, two, three, four...
Ah, forget it! It doesn't matter how many there are. Bring it on!
Changyu confidently straightens up, excitement burning in his red eyes.
The armed performers glance at each other, excited to finally meet a worthy opponent, and eagerly rush forward.
Instantly, the theater erupts with excitement. The sounds of fighting mix with enthusiastic shouts from the storyteller and audience.
Yeah! That's it! Show them what you've got, young man!
In the end, Changyu wins, completely and decisively.
As the crowd disperses, the martial artists enthusiastically approach Changyu and thank him, saying they haven't had such an exciting fight in ages. They invite him back to Constellia for another guest appearance in the future.
Since his hands were tied during the fight, Changyu inevitably ended up with a few cuts on his face. You're now sitting on a bench by the street, using the medicine you just bought to disinfect his wounds.
Ouch! Go easy! Ow, ow, ow!
Wait, hold on! My vital fluid's leaking! Quick, cover it up—
After you carefully clean the wounds and toss the cotton balls soaked with red vital fluid into a nearby trash bin, Changyu rubs his nose awkwardly.
I got a little too into the show, that's all...
I mean, imagine if the person you cared about most was kidnapped and all you could do was stand there. Wouldn't that feel pathetic?
And besides, I was the one who suggested we come see the show.
If I just stood there getting beaten up the whole time... wouldn't that make me look kind of... ahem...
He cuts himself off mid-sentence, then deliberately stands up, clasps his hands behind his back, and stretches with theatrical nonchalance.
Ah, what a beautiful night. The breeze feels great, perfect weather for a walk.
I did. I'm done.
He puts extra emphasis on the word "done."
Sigh... You really don't know how to pick up on the important parts, do you, [player name]?
He gets up, pretending to be annoyed, and lightly taps your forehead in mock frustration.
Well then... since the night's still young...
In the moonlight, Changyu turns around. His medium-length ponytail arcs smoothly through the air as he reaches out his hand to you.
[player name], where should we go next?
