TRIVIA LIVESTEAM STARTING FROM TYPE MOON

John Milton directly answered the first question, and as soon as his response ended, all the viewers in the live broadcast room turned their attention to the system space.

"Ding! The King of Conquerors has answered. It's all the fault of little Alex."

"The King of Conquerors answered incorrectly and has been penalized. Points reset to zero... Detected that the King of Conquerors' points were already zero. The penalty has been adjusted: perform the Four Little Swans ballet. Countdown: three minutes…"

Ballet? Four Little Swans?

John Milton: "What?! Impossible! I am the King of Conquerors, and you want me to dance ballet?! And that ballet, of all things?! No way! Absolutely not! I, John Milton, will never dance!"

Inside the Hall of Valor, John Milton turned his face away, staring at the countdown in the system space with defiance.

Make him dance? Absolutely impossible!

"The system has detected non-compliance. Enforcing penalty."

Enforce?

John Milton scoffed.

Where am I? The Hall of Valor! And you think you can enforce anything here? Who do you think you are? The Eye of the World itself?

However—

Swish!

Suddenly, a small tutu materialized out of the void and landed in John Milton's hands.

John Milton

Where did this come from? What the hell is this?!

Before he could react, his body moved on its own. His hands removed his armor, and he unwillingly slipped into the tutu. The next moment, an inexplicable background music played.

Then—he started dancing.

As he moved, he even hummed along.

Different sound

One minute later, John Milton collapsed onto the ground, his mind a whirl of confusion.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?!

What just happened? What's going on? Why did I dance?!

Snapping back to reality, John Milton quickly opened the live broadcast space. The moment he did, he was horrified—

A video was looping on repeat.

On the screen, he was dancing ecstatically, his expression one of enjoyment.

Robert: "Ahhh!! What is this?! My eyes! My kingly eyes! To be insulted like this!"

Weber: "Is this the legendary Four Little Swans? Swans?! More like a roasted duck! The oiliest one at that!"

Oliver: "Correction, it's not even moist enough. At best, it's a salted duck."

Director Ken: "I don't know why, but I feel a sudden chill down my spine? Is this truly the legendary King of Conquerors?"

Standing in the hallway of the Clock Tower, Director Ken recalled the sacred relic of the King of Conquerors that he had mailed two days ago.

Summon this pervert? Absolutely not! This is beyond unreliable!

John Milton: "Listen to my explanation! I didn't do it voluntarily! I was forced! I was forced!"

Weber: "I don't believe you! Look at your face in the video! You're clearly enjoying yourself!"

Ryan: "I once thought I was the greatest artist in taking revenge on society. But now, I understand! You are the true genius of social revenge! You are the greatest artist! Even George would cry if he saw this masterpiece!"

Seeing everyone's reactions, John Milton was on the verge of tears.

What could he do?! He was completely helpless! Forget it. Why even explain? If there's a first, there will be a second. Let's see what happens when someone else answers incorrectly!

Determined to see others suffer the same fate, John Milton refocused on the screen.

"The King of Conquerors answered incorrectly. Please continue answering."

The cold voice of the system rang again. This time, it sounded like the whisper of the devil itself in everyone's ears.

Half of the people present were Heroic Spirits—warriors who had experienced death.

They weren't afraid of dying.

But this?

This was worse than death.

This was social annihilation.

Silence fell over the room. No one dared to answer.

Except for one.

One man's heart stirred—Adam.

If Alex and Oliver were to ever turn against each other one day, it could only be because of something regretful that happened in the past.

Considering what Alex mentioned earlier, it's clear that she must have been treated unfairly in the Roy family.

Then the answer must be…

Adam's thoughts were logical. In this live broadcast room, he was the only one who truly understood the situation. If anyone could answer this correctly, it was him.

And to be fair, his reasoning was sound.

Adam raised his hand.

"I answer! It's all Philip's fault!!"

The moment Adam spoke, tension filled the air.

Would he be right? Or would he—