Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  BlindChickens Band was Winterfell’s, if not the entire Northern Underworld’s, most famous band. Their capability was beyond doubt.

  As long as someone made a request, they could play any tune.

  Their members were:

  Main singer Broken Voice, who was mute.

  Guitarist One Finger, who was with four broken fingers.

  Drummer No Leg, who was with broken legs.

  Bass Guitarist Without Arms, who was a hoodlum.

  And others.

  The main mute singer used his fingers to communicate with his teammates. They adjusted the tune, and the bass guitarist stood out and yelled while the main singer played the bass guitar. The guitarist who had four broken fingers tied a stick to his wrist and stepped on the pedal as he hit the drum according to the rhythm. The drummer with broken legs sat in his wheelchair and played the guitar.

  The heavy metal music filled the air, and the dance floor was vacated. Andrew and his goat dance partner went to the middle of the dance floor.

  With the music, Andrew completed a highly creative Toprock. His dancing partner complemented him, and their coordination was very good. They looked like they had practiced for a long time. Then his dancing partner executed a simple freeze and stayed there.

  Andrew made use of the strong beats of the music to execute several power moves like Windmill, Thomas, Air flare, Leap rotation 360, 720, and 1080. The spectators gasped in astonishment.

  “It’s a superb dance. The difficulty is 25 points, coordination is 25 points, continuity is 25 points, and the musicality is 25 points. The cumulative result is 100 points,” Onionhead said thoughtfully.

  Andrew did a series of moves, but his face wasn’t flushed, and he wasn’t panting. He flicked his brow at Sherlock.

  “Aiya, this is tricky. Shall we change to another dance move? Does Lord Sherlock know these? How about Popping? Shall I ask if there are any dancers amongst the gamers?” Bru asked with concern.

  Sherlock glanced at the gamers who were preparing themselves just now. They were currently gaping in astonishment at Andrew’s moves.

  “Gosh, such cool moves.”


  “What is that dance? The one that flies around.”


  “Windmill, you silly dude. It’s a Windmill without using the hands. If the changing of hands is fast enough, the momentum is sufficient to execute the Windmill in the air!”


  “The lid of Newton’s coffin is about to explode. Who’s helping me to sit down on the coffin?”


  Sherlock turned his head and said, “It’s not necessary. Let’s follow our original plan.”


  After Andrew finished a series of difficult dance moves, a new list of music requests was sent to the band.

  “What? Is there such a tune?”


  “Who wrote the lyrics?”


  “Is this tune played like this? Give us three minutes to warm up.”


  The four band members expressed their opinions.

  The forty gamers stood in the middle of the dance floor according to Bru’s instructions. After watching Andrew’s superb performance, the gamers didn’t know what dance they were going to do to defeat him.

  “Why don’t I do the Beautiful life dance? Perhaps I can get 100 points.”


  “666, what a difficult dance.”


  “A lawyer’s warning letter.”


  “I know the Sukhavati dance. Can I try?”


  “What shall we do? I don’t know how to dance.”


  While the gamers were chatting and thinking of solutions, the music filled the hall.

  “The second set of the National Middle School Mass Exercise ‘New Age Calling’!” the bass guitarist shouted.

  The gamers were stunned.

  “Wait, wait a moment!”


  The bass guitarist continued to shout.

  “Step on spot—go! One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four……”


  “My body! I can’t control my body. It’s moving!”


  “Gosh! I haven’t done this for many years!”


  “It’s alright, muscles have memories, just let the body take over!”


  The gamers chatted noisily, but soon, they became quiet. The bass guitarist continued to sing.

  “The first part, extension exercise.”


  The gamers danced the second set of the mass exercise, New Age Calling.

  The other Devils inhaled in surprise, and Andrew was in disbelief.

  “What? Such a difficult dance. How can the Houndhead Men learn……”


  When the gamers completed their mass dance, applause rocked the entire hall.

  Whistling, catcalls, gasps of astonishment, and sounds of creatures collapsing due to overwhelming stimulus were heard.

  An overwhelmed vampire dashed forward and bit Peasant, who collapsed to the ground convulsing.

  “Exciting! Exciting performance!”


  “I didn’t expect to see such a beautiful dance!”


  “Can you teach me? I will let the Dungeon inhabitants do this mass dance at 8:45 am at the plaza.”


  From the spectators’ behavior, it was clear who won the dance competition.

  Sherlock’s team won the favor of the Dungeon Lords and nobles with their mysterious mass dance.

  Andrew became more jealous.

  However, he was helpless. He grabbed his dance partner and nodded to the Devils and nobles before he cast a jealous glance at Sherlock and left.

  Onionhead smiled contentedly and applauded as he said to Sherlock, “Lord Sherlock, that was awesome. You always surprise us. Yes, how is Beast doing?”


  “Not too shabby. His capability is extremely useful to Eternal Kingdom.”


  Sherlock nodded, and Onionhead extended his four fingers and said to Sherlock, “To thank Lord Sherlock, I’m adding an additional figure. You’ll understand.”


  “What? What do I know? I won’t allow Beast to return to Winterfell because he’s an important employee in my Dungeon.”


  Onionhead narrowed his eyes and laughed heartily.

  An elderly Orc said to Onionhead, “Dungeon Lord, your daughter has arrived at Winterfell.”


  “Oh, I got it.” Onionhead nodded at the Orc and smiled at Sherlock as he said, “Apologies, my daughter was overseas studying for ten years. I didn’t expect her to return today. Lord Sherlock, we’ll chat another time.”


  Onionhead bowed to Sherlock and left.

  Sherlock looked at the back view of Onionhead as he left. Behind Sherlock, Beast didn’t venture far. When he saw that Onionhead had gone, Beast clenched his fist and hammered the wall. He walked to Sherlock and said firmly, “Lord Sherlock! I want revenge! I want to participate in this Dark Rider Tournament. I want to get the first prize and have dinner with my wife. Then I will tell her everything!”


  Sherlock hesitated, but he couldn’t resist saying, “What if the plan was actually your wife’s idea? What if there are changes? Life is already hard. Why don’t you work comfortably in my Dungeon? At least the citizens of Eternal Kingdom adore you.”


  Sherlock pointed to the gamers, who quickly started speaking.

  “Yes, yes, Beast, continue to mentor us. I obtained full marks in my mid-term examination all because of you.”


  “I’m depending on you for my college entrance examination.”


  “My results have been rocketing. If you leave, what’s going to happen to my examination score? I want to get 100 points.”


  Beast was in a dilemma. Sherlock patted his shoulders and said firmly, “It’s not appropriate for you to exhibit your power in public. Let the citizens of Eternal Kingdom help you achieve this goal! They will get the first prize and help you redress your injustice!”


  The gamers agreed to redress Beast’s injustice.

  Beast was moved. He wished he could treat the gamers to Sleeping Worm red tea. Sherlock asked, “Do you have an heirloom or equipment to serve as rewards?”