Chapter 286 We Are All Volunteers

Leipzig, White Dove Opera House.

The prelude played by the orchestral ensemble comes to an end, as the audience takes their seats.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Our performance today is about to begin!"

Before the curtain rises, a man with the physique of a meager stature, arms spread towards the slanted sky above the stage, his voice clear and resonant like that of a radio host, stands in the middle with a White Dove mask covering his face.

As if immersed in wholehearted praise of The Sun, or embracing the night sky cast above the open theatre.

Under the grand lights of Leipzig, the night sky is no longer purely black but rather a chaotic hue nestled between deep blue and deep purple.

The audience below is exceptionally polite—not bursting into cheers but showing their enthusiasm with an enduring round of applause.

Such applause continued ceaselessly. Even within the private boxes above, faint sounds could still be made out.