Chapter 100

The auditorium plunged into stunned silence. Even Preston Whitmore and Donovan Sharpe stood frozen, their expressions blank with shock.

What unfolded on stage was no ordinary performance—it was a scathing critique of celestial romance tropes, exposing the collateral damage left in the wake of divine lovers' whims.

Though Evelyn Sinclair's role was minor compared to the theater majors surrounding her, her presence amplified the production's impact tenfold. The raw emotion eclipsed even Team Young Again's earlier confrontation.

Offstage, Margaret and Sophia Blackwood's eyes glistened with unshed tears. Beside them, Richard let out a choked sob, his gaze locked onto Julian's portrayal of the tormented king.

Backstage, Genevieve clung to Lillian Graves, her shoulders shaking. "Didn't you watch their rehearsals?" Lillian asked.

Genevieve sniffled. "But—but seeing it live is different!"

Marcus Donovan kept refreshing social media, his fingers tense. Isabelle Laurent smirked. "Stop worrying. They've already won."

Marcus blinked. Isabelle's smile widened. "You picked the perfect theme. And thank you..."

His brow arched. Sharp as ever, Isabelle had seen right through his strategy.

Meanwhile, the other teams shot venomous looks at Sebastian Hart and Adrian Cross—particularly after their earlier cheers for Team A-list.

Sebastian's face burned crimson, fists clenched. Adrian watched him warily.

The contrast between their shallow performance and this masterpiece was a brutal indictment. It wasn't just defeat—it was humiliation.

Elsewhere, Seraphina Delacroix wept openly. Some pitied her; overshadowed by Team A-list's brilliance, her efforts seemed tragically insignificant.

Online, the reaction was volcanic.

Comment: This is what happens when gods play with mortal lives!

Reply: We always rooted for the leads, but WE'RE the ones who'd suffer in their world!

Comment: Why should entire villages drown for their love story? Unacceptable.

The backlash against typical fantasy romances grew fiercer:

Comment: Date or break up, but stop massacring bystanders!

Reply: Exactly! Since when is emotional abuse "romantic"?

Yet dissenters remained:

Comment: It's just fiction—why overanalyze? Let people enjoy things!

Reply: Team A-list is clearly targeting specific shows. Petty much?

Onstage, the narrative twisted again.

Evelyn's character ascended from mortal suffering to godhood—only to witness the same cycle repeat. Julian, now the Celestial Lord, and the supporting actress reprised their toxic dynamic, oblivious as their tantrums sank fleets and drowned coasts.

Audience groans multiplied.

Comment: Not this "chase me, hurt me" nonsense AGAIN.

Then—Evelyn struck.

Her blade plunged into Julian's chest. The goddess gasped. "Who ARE you?"

Evelyn's voice rang cold. "We are the voices you drowned for love."

The crowd erupted.

Comment: YES! FINALLY someone held them accountable!

Reply: This changes EVERYTHING.

Backstage, Sebastian looked ready to combust. Isabelle gripped his arm. "Composure. The cameras are watching."

He swallowed hard. She was right.

But the damage was done. Team A-list hadn't just outperformed them—they'd rewritten the rules of the game.