I'm Filming Variety Shows In Apocalypses

"Aon Flearov!"

Aon, who was thinking that the winner might be one of the four contestants, suddenly heard his second brother calling his name.

He almost subconsciously saluted and shouted "Yes, sir!"

Thank God Aon bit his tongue and suppressed his impulse.

The teenager quickly smiled at the camera and made the right expression; a mixture of surprise, disbelief, shock and a hint of tears.

The other four contestants in the same grid as Aon looked at the boy with wide eyes.

"How is this possible? The judges actually gave him such a high score, but the audience gave him so few votes!"

Isn't this guy a recently popular traffic star? Shouldn't his votes be the highest and his score be the lowest?

How come it was the opposite?

The two pure stylists and designers in the team couldn't believe that a newcomer with no background in fashion actually got better scores than them.

But when they were about to protest, the program's team displayed all of Aon's artworks, along with the judges' comments about each artwork.

Only then did the two people know why they lost to an unknown newcomer.

This newcomer could actually style so many monsters in half a day!

Isn't that terrifying??

Not to mention that his arrangement was indeed good...

Well, just styling others was not difficult for people with good fashion sense.

They lost. They lost miserably.

Thus, Aon successfully became an official contestant along with the other 29 contestants.

Naturally, the group didn't wait for the winner of the battle royale to be decided.

Whoever won that battle royale would definitely be a mysterious challenger.

After the surprise audition ended, the program's team escorted the losers out of the studio, leaving only the thirty official contestants.

Then, based on the overall score of each person, the contestants were ranked from one to thirty.

Aon's total score was high, but he lacked the audience's vote, so he was only ranked third.

Still, when Renmu announced the temporary ranking, Aon climbed the stairs alongside the first-ranked and second-ranked contestants with a wide smile on his face.

[Hehehe, son, look, your daddy is ranked third! The first and second rank are popular geniuses. This is not a loss at all!]

The first and second-ranked were not only genius designers but they also had a certain fame, definitely more popular than the current Aon.

For Aon to be ranked right behind them was such a big surprise.

Many lower-ranked contestants who were more popular than Aon looked up at the boy with white-pink hair and almost stabbed him with jealousy.

Ahhh! Why is that boy so lucky? He won by sheer number, right? He styled a lot of monsters, so the judges gave him a high score.

In terms of quality, other genius designers are more worthy and in terms of popularity, the other doomsday stars deserved this third-rank seat more!

The contestants all bit their imaginary handkerchief with red eyes, wishing they could tear Aon with their bare hands.

The fans of these contestants also protested everywhere.

[The judges are not fair! We should see the quality, not the quantity!]

[My baby's styling is so good, but the monsters can't appreciate it. Why should the judge give him a low score because of this?]

[RENMORE brand is for human beings, right? Not for monsters! What a weird way to give a score.]

[Look, the audiences give this boy a few votes. This means he's not that good! The judges are biased!]

Only the contestants' fans commented like that. Casual audiences and those who knew one or two things about fashion dismissed the irrational fans' remark.

[You guys are nobody. How can you criticize the big shots in the fashion industry? Do you want your idols to be banned??]

[AxolotlKingdomEuncuh]:

Tsk. Sour lemons. How dare you question his majesty's ability?!

No matter how the contestants and the fans made a fuss, in the end, everyone still sat on their designated seats one by one.

Once all thirty people took a seat, the models' stage also lit up, clearly showing the faces of the models sitting on their seats.

These models had been waiting for half a day. They ate, chatted with each other, even playing around in the studio, just to wait for the thirty contestants.

Now that the thirty contestants were decided, it was time to start their show!

More and more people poured into the joint broadcast of the two shows, with more people wanting to look at the handsome and beautiful models.

The thirty contestants looked at Renmu, who didn't have any signs of wanting to give them a break and they almost fainted on their seats.

"Hey, hey, hey, we have been in a doomsday world for a half a day! We should take a break, right?"

"I am so hungry...let me eat! Or let me drink!"

The program's team did provide them with snacks and drinks, but that's barely enough to ensure that they were healthy and fit.

They still wanted to take a rest, sleep, take a bath or something!

Unfortunately, the cruel program's team didn't pamper these people, unlike the models who were cared for from head to toe.

When the two sides were ready, Renmu showed his signature tiger smile and shouted,

"Ladies and gentlemen, muse and the artists! Welcome to the joint variety show [Doomsday's Next Supermodel X Epic Doomsday Style]!"

Renmu bowed at the models and the judges at the models' side before bowing at the thirty contestants and the five judges at the contestants' side.

"Nice to meet you, ladies and gentlemen. Without further ado, let's start the first challenge, shall we?"

This time, Renmu didn't throw the contestants into a brand new world without a warning.

On the contrary, he kindly gave them a theme.

"Our first challenge's theme is— Rag Tag!"

As for what the challenge was like?

Renmu looked at the thirty contestants and grinned like a devil.

"Artists, you have to make a small runway for your muses. Each of you will be given a different runway theme!"

"After that, you have to style your muses with the theme Rag Tag~"

Then, Renmu looked at the thirty models who had stiff faces.

"Muses, you have to wear the clothes that your artists have prepared for you and walk down the prepared runway~ "

Of course, as for whether they could successfully walk down the runway in a doomsday world...

It depended on the artist's ability to create a runway and the model's ability to walk through any difficulties.

"Now, muses and artists, let's see the stage that we have prepared for you!"

Before Aon could see the so-called stage, Renmu snapped his fingers and the world spun around.

Aon wanted to curse Renmu's eighteen ancestors.

Ahhh!! How dare you throw this young master to a new doomsday world without any warning??

Damn it!! What stage? It's just a new doomsday world!