764: Chapter 764 You're So Beautiful, Chicken!
The High Priest's residence.
The High Priest sat on a high-backed chair. The slap mark on his left cheek had mostly gone down, but the five fingerprints were still clearly visible, like a brand of shame, reminding him of everything that happened last night.
On the coffee table in front of him sat a tablet, its screen displaying the YouTube page.
The video titled "Dragon Countryman Beats Up High Priest" sat firmly at the top of the trending list, with views already surpassing twenty million, and the comment section growing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The High Priest picked up his coffee, took a light sip, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smug arc.
Things were developing even more smoothly than he had anticipated.
He had ordered those videos to be filmed, commissioned those articles, and paid for those trending spots.
He wanted to strike first in public opinion, nail that Dragon Countryman to the pillar of moral shame, and make the entire Eagle Country his enemy.
By then, even if the Empress wanted to protect him, she wouldn't dare defy the will of the world.
And after that...
He would settle scores slowly!
As long as he could bind the word "Reason" to himself, that was all that mattered!
"High Priest."
The butler walked in from outside, his steps hurried, his expression somewhat strange. "High Priest, something... something has happened."
The High Priest set down his coffee, his brows furrowed slightly.
"What is it?"
"You... you had better see for yourself." The butler swallowed, pushing the tablet over.
The High Priest took the tablet and looked down.
The screen still showed YouTube, still the number one trending video.
But the title had changed.
The original [Shocking! Dragon Country thug beats up Eagle Country High Priest, where is the dignity of the Royal Family?!] had changed into a more eye-catching, exaggerated headline—
[Breaking Exclusive! Eagle Country High Priest performs passionate dance, Chicken You Are Too Beautiful!!!]
High Priest: "???"
He thought he had misread it.
But he rubbed his eyes and looked again, and those words were still hanging brightly on the screen, not a single one changed.
"What is going on?!"
The butler swallowed, his voice strained: "High Priest, it's not just the title that changed, the video has... also changed."
The High Priest's finger jabbed forcefully at the play button.
The screen went dark for a moment, then lit up.
In the footage, it was no longer the scene of him standing at the manor gate with his staff last night, but a bizarre scene he had never seen before—a chicken.
A chicken wearing overalls.
The chicken stood on a simple stage, the straps of its overalls hanging loosely on its wings, wearing a pair of white sneakers on its feet.
The music started up.
The rhythm was upbeat, the melody brainwashing, the drumbeats striking the High Priest's heart one by one.
Then.
The chicken started to dance.
The chicken started to play basketball.
And the background music turned into a hypnotic male voice, repeating the same line of lyrics...
"Chicken, You Are Too Beautiful!"
But that wasn't the most important part.
The most important part was...
Aside from the chicken's beak and hair, the facial features were actually! Actually! Actually! Him!!!
The High Priest's mind was in a bit of a mess.
Wait...
A chicken, with his face?
Wearing overalls, dancing, playing basketball, and singing "Chicken, You Are Too Beautiful"?
The High Priest's fingers began to tremble violently, and the tablet in his hands was like a leaf in a storm, shaking so hard it almost flew out of his grip.
"Th-th-this..."
His whole body turned pale with rage, while the hall was filled with the frantic looping of that lyric.
The next second.
He slammed the tablet onto the floor, roaring uncontrollably: "Who did this???"
The butler trembled as he spoke: "I... I can't find out. The technical department says the other party's IP address went through hundreds of layers of proxies, it's impossible to trace."
The High Priest's face turned the color of liver.
He didn't need to check to know who did it.
Ye Chen.
Except for that Dragon Countryman, no one would do such a thing, and no one would dare to do such a thing.
But the problem was...
Why was that guy so capable that he could do this?
Or rather...
Was the Dragon Country's supercomputing center helping him???
The High Priest turned around abruptly, grabbed the phone on the coffee table, and opened YouTube.
The video's view count had soared from twenty million to fifty million, and the comment section had completely exploded.
"Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter! Which genius made this?"
"Chicken, You Are Too Beautiful~ Chicken, You Are Too Beautiful~ This melody is stuck in my head, I can't stop!"
"Wait... isn't that chicken's face the High Priest?!"
"Holy crap! It really is the High Priest! Look, there's even a slap mark on the chicken's left cheek!"
"Is this video toxic? I've watched it on loop twenty times already, I can't stop!"
"Requesting the original BGM! I want to use it as my ringtone!"
"The High Priest dances pretty well, I suggest he makes his debut in the center position!"
"I'm laughing to death, this is definitely the best video of the year, bar none!"
"Wait... have you guys noticed that this video replaced the original one? Where did the original video go?"
"The original video is gone! Only 'Chicken, You Are Too Beautiful' remains!"
...
The High Priest looked at those comments, his vision blacking out in waves.
Provocation!
Naked provocation!
The other party doing this was challenging his authority!
Fuck!
Damn Dragon Countryman!!!
The High Priest completely lost it.
"Immediately! Have YouTube's technical department delete that video."
The butler nodded hurriedly and turned to run out.
Five minutes later, the butler ran back, his expression even worse than before.
"High Priest... it can't be deleted."
The High Priest's brows furrowed sharply: "What do you mean?"
The butler wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "The technical department says the source file of the video is locked, the server's root access has been controlled by the other party, we... we can't touch it at all."
High Priest: "???"
"And..."
The butler's voice grew quieter and quieter, "It's not just on YouTube, even Little Blue Bird, Facebook... the servers of all platforms have been embedded with the same code, all pages that reposted that video have all turned into the same content."
"What content?"
The butler opened his mouth, his voice as thin as a mosquito's buzzing: "Chi... Chicken, You Are Too Beautiful."
The High Priest's face could no longer hold its composure, and he stood up abruptly.
"Go to the Imperial Palace to demand an explanation!"
"Also, organize people, hold a protest march for me!"
"Today, if that brat doesn't die, I won't be this High Priest anymore!!!"
The butler's face turned pale instantly.
"High Priest, you... you are going yourself?"
"I'm not going?"
The High Priest sneered.
"If I don't go, I'll let that Dragon Countryman shit on my head?"
"I, Marc, have lived for over sixty years, and I have never suffered such humiliation!"
"He slapped my face, ruined my reputation, and now he has turned me into a chicken!"
"If I don't kill him, what face do I have left to live in this world?!"
Cold sweat seeped from the butler's forehead.
He had served the High Priest for over twenty years and had never seen him lose his composure like this.
It was no longer anger.
It was madness.
Total, complete madness.
"Go, call all the believers for me!"
The High Priest's voice echoed in the empty hall.
"I want the entire Eagle Country to see how that Dragon Countryman insulted their spiritual leader!"
"I want the Empress to see what kind of demon she is condoning!"
"I want that Dragon Countryman..."
He paused, a ferocious smile curling the corners of his mouth, "to die without a burial place!"
The butler dared not hesitate any longer and turned to run out.
...
In less than half an hour, tens of thousands of people had gathered at the gate of the High Priest's residence.
They held portraits of the High Priest, carried banners demanding the culprit be punished, and shouted slogans.
"Dragon Countryman get out!"
"Punish the culprit! Give justice back to our High Priest!"
"The Royal Family must take a stand! Do not condone thugs!"
...
The chanting rose and fell, exploding in the morning air, startling the pigeons on the roof.
The High Priest stood at the gate of the residence, looking at the dark mass of people before him, a satisfied smile curling his lips.
He took the megaphone from the butler, cleared his throat, and his voice carried through the megaphone across the entire street.
"My children!"
"Your father was beaten by someone last night!"
"By a Dragon Countryman, slapped across the face!"
"This slap, it didn't just hit my face, it hit all of your faces!"
"It hit the face of Eagle Country! It hit the face of the Royal Family!"
The crowd boiled over.
"Beat that Dragon Countryman to death!"
"Make him pay with blood!"
"High Priest, don't be afraid! We support you!"
The High Priest raised his hand, and the crowd quieted down.
"Today, I am going to the Imperial Palace."
"I want the Empress to give me an explanation, give the Royal Family an explanation, give all the people of Eagle Country an explanation!"
"Are you willing to go with me?"
"Yes!!!" Ten thousand people shouted in unison.
The High Priest turned around and climbed into a black sedan.
The motorcade started slowly, driving in the direction of the Imperial Palace.
Behind him, tens of thousands of believers held banners and portraits, following in a mighty procession.
The spectacle was even more magnificent than a military parade.
Pedestrians along the way stopped, took out their phones to film, some joined the procession, some stood on the roadside pointing, and some opened social media to start live streaming.
In less than half an hour.
News of the High Priest had rushed to the top of the trending lists on all major platforms.
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