I am no longer human!

Chapter 29 Music That Belongs Only to Boys

In a black and white world, the "angel" slowly descended before Damian.

"Well done," she praised.

This simple praise brought tears to Damian's eyes, and he even felt an urge to shed a tear.

The pain of climbing the ladder of will, the anxiety of dueling, the unfair treatment from Sean, the anger of being mocked by the demons... all seemed to find solace in this moment.

"This is a reward for you."

Alicia opened her palm, and on her fair hand rested a crystal glass bottle containing a pale blue liquid.

Within the blue liquid, the faint image of a half-human, half-fish figure swayed gently on the surface, seemingly singing.

"The Celestial Potion, the rarest of all the Moonlit Potions, is made from the tongue of the Sirens, the most skilled singers. It grants the user a temporary musicality and vocal quality comparable to that of a Siren, making it a potion coveted by all musicians in Hell."

"Take it, and then sing music that is uniquely yours," Alicia commanded in an unquestionable tone.

Damian slowly raised his hand and reached for the potion; his hand was trembling slightly.

"Do you need me to feed you?"

"...need."

The moment the pale blue potion entered his throat, Damian felt as if a cosmic explosion had occurred in his mind.

All the knowledge about music he had come into contact with when he lived on Earth, those popular songs that swept the country, the music played on speakers in front of shops on the streets and alleys... even the children's song "The Snail and the Oriole" that his teacher hummed when he was five years old began to appear clearly in his mind.

He can even analyze the chord progressions and the emotions behind each variation.

It felt as if he had become a god who controlled music.

"You have five minutes to weave your own unique music."

"Time will begin to flow again in ten minutes," Alicia said.

Besides a few high-ranking demons, there were also quite a few rats lurking in the hall. Even she could only barely hold them in place for ten minutes.

"Isn't ten minutes a bit too short...?" Damian hesitated.

He knew Alicia meant for him to compose a song, but five minutes was far too short. After all, even in his current Siren musical state, the music Raphael had played on the violin was incredibly melodious.

To improvise a song that rivals the other person's performance and then play it perfectly is simply too difficult...

At that moment, a hand gently rested on his head.

"I believe you can do it," Alicia said slowly.

"After all, you are an outstanding person whom I acknowledge, and nothing is impossible for an outstanding person."

At that moment, feeling the softness on his head, Damian felt his blood boil.

He no longer wasted this precious time, closing his eyes tightly and immersing himself in creation in the darkness.

"Remember, all music is essentially an expression of the creator's emotions, and what you need to do is unleash the emotions you've accumulated along the way."

Following Alicia's guidance, Damian couldn't help but start thinking.

What kind of music did he want to create?

Is it sad or joyful?

Is it warm or cold?

Is it bravery or cowardice?

Is it loneliness, or companionship?

Countless memories from the past flashed through his mind once again.

On Earth, he was always a lonely boy. He was not sad, or rather, he did not know what sadness was. He simply followed the orders of his parents and the inexplicable desires in his heart, moving forward without stopping.

Until that day, the devil, dressed as a magician, arrived.

It... that bastard bought himself from his parents and school for two million yuan, and also made him see the truth—the fact that he had never been loved, but was only driven by the desires of others.

Later, he remembered that seemingly endless ladder to heaven, where every step on the black steps felt like it would crush his soul. But it was in that agonizing pain that he first understood his own desire—that boy who watched the happy family of three from afar, all he really wanted was to be loved.

There seemed to be something in my throat, eager to come out.

"Ten minutes are up."

The black-haired boy slowly opened his eyes, his dark pupils shining brighter than ever before in the darkness.

"It seems you've already created music that's uniquely yours," Alicia said slowly.

"I'm really looking forward to it."

She gently flapped her six black wings, and as her figure disappeared into the air, time began to flow once more.

"Get down here, Damian!"

"Exactly, stop wasting your time. Even a fool could see that you have no chance of beating Lord Raphael in music!"

"You've never even studied music, so your parents must have never loved you."

...

The demons below the stage were completely oblivious to the previously still world, which continued to make a ruckus and emit disgusting noises.

That's really jarring!

The black-haired boy's lips curled up slightly, but his eyes turned cold.

"call...."

He took a deep breath, and then...

"ah--!"

This was not a simple shout, but an extremely sharp tenor voice.

The sound, like a sharp arrow, instantly pierced the eardrums of the noisy demons, causing them to involuntarily cover their ears in pain.

A small number of high-ranking demons were amazed by the boy's terrifying ability to control his voice. Not only could he produce such high-frequency sounds, but he could also precisely control them to pierce some of the demons like arrows.

From this perspective, the other party is not as musically challenged as those demons claimed; on the contrary, they possess extremely high musical talent.

"Finally, it's quiet."

Looking down at the silent auditorium, Damian's face broke into a satisfied smile, like a pianist brushing dust off a piano before a performance.

"call...."

He took another deep breath and closed his eyes.

The next moment, an incredible sound, like heavenly music, echoed in the auditorium.

I was once a speck of dust, sleeping on a window sill where no one paid any attention.

Watch the morning light awaken the dew, watch the twilight engulf the streetlights.

Time is like an old musical score, filled with out-of-tune harmonies.

My name was blown away by the wind and fell into the muddy bottom.

A white robe covers the remains; whose unfamiliar face is reflected in the mirror?

There were no answers in his dark eyes, only a fire that refused to go out.

A deity handed over a bottle of blue river water.

Drink it, and every wound becomes a string on a musical instrument.

Between black and white, I am that gray wind.

I have never regretted stepping into this sea of ​​fire—because angels were by my side.

When the song ended, the entire venue fell silent.

The effects of the Heavenly Potion wore off, and Damian opened his eyes with trepidation.

Time seemed to stand still once again, one second, two seconds, three seconds... until at a certain moment, a tsunami of applause completely engulfed the entire auditorium.