Ye Lingchen sat in front of the computer with a calm expression, but displayed mixed feelings in his eyes.
There were various discussions going on the internet. The entertainment news was all the more hyped up.
Some supported him, some mocked, some were in it for the drama, and others were criticizing him.
He read through them one by one and suddenly felt a pang of sadness coming from deep within.
He thought of the Void Realm, of Hellâs Gate, and those Warriors. He recalled many faces of those who lost their lives on the battlefield.
The world changed. It was constantly under threat, yet countless people were oblivious to it. They were still enjoying their peaceful lives. With the economy at its peak, the entertainment industry was booming and many people were yearning for a trouble free life.
Was the sacrifice made by the Warriors for these people worth it?
In fact, these people had no idea that someone had to sacrifice everything for them.
âHow sad.â
Even under such circumstances, the news was kept under wraps in fear of these people losing their minds under the pressure. It was all to maintain a facade of prosperity.
He suddenly thought of a poem. âBeyond the hills, green mountains lie. Next to mansions stood more edifices. The celebrations of West Lake are ever unending. Intoxicated by comfort are the wayfarers who took Hangzhou for Bianzhou.â
That poem was written during the Song dynasty when the Jins attacked and the country was in danger. However, Hangzhou was still celebrating as usual without any urgency of the incoming battle. Countless scholars and beauties were celebrating during the time before the impending doom.
Was such protection really any good?
He understood the Warriorâs Departmentâs worries. However, he still felt that the Warriorâs Department was too conservative in their approach. If things continued at that rate, how many years would they need to boost up their forces to combat the Void Realm?
Closing his eyes, the faces of each individual Warrior flashed across his mind. Ye Lingchen took a deep breath and started recording.
...
Among the crowd of the international music industry...
âI think Singer Y wonât be showing himself.â
âHehe, just who does he think he is? How dare a Chinese person try to challenge the might of our country? Such ignorance!â
âItâs already very rare for a Chinese person to compose an English song. Could it be that he really thinks he could produce a second song?â
âThis time Dani is really enjoying all the benefits. They sure know how to jump on the hype train.â
âThatâs right. Theyâre so lucky to have Singer Y hype them up.â
âLuckily, Iâm not too slow either and got to jump on the hype train. The song I released today had already reached the twelfth place.â
âWah, Iâm jealous. Perhaps you can get into the top ten this very day.â
Right then, someone shouted suddenly, âF*ck!â
âCome have a look, quick! Singer Y seems to be releasing a new song!â
âWhat? Impossible!â
âF*ck me, heâs really releasing a new song!â
âWhat song is that? Letâs give it a listen.â
âIt feels quite mundane. I donât think heâs able to pull off a miracle.â
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Dani and Georgeâs recording studio...
Dani was happily interacting with his fans and talked about various issues in the world. He had even prepared his winning speech for his new song. However, it was right then that he suddenly stiffened up and his eyes almost popped out of its sockets. âF*ck! That Chinese guy released a new song?!â
Georgeâs expression changed slightly as well. âThereâs actually a new song?!â
He then sneered, âWhat an ignorant fool to dare show himself in this situation. Heâs losing for sure!â
âHahaha, itâs good that he shows himself. Itâll feel better when we crush him head on.â Dani laughed. âI want to hear what heâll be singing.â
...
On the internet...
[F*ck! F*ck! F*ck! That Chinese Singer Y released a new song!]
[Itâs really an English song!]
[Heâs dead set on this, hahaha!]
[That shameless plagiarizer is going to embarrass himself.]
[Come, let us here what a plagiarizer has to offer.]
[Anyone wants to be the guinea pig? Iâm afraid my ears would suffer.]
[Other than plagiarizing, I donât think a Chinese person like him can produce any good works.]
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Chinaâs Weibo...
[Hahaha, Singer Y is releasing a new song. Letâs go support him!]
[F*ck, itâs true! Luckily Iâm still here. I want to be the first listener!]
[Screw those foreigners. Singer Y is the best!]
[This English song wonât let us down for sure. Say no more, here I go.]
[Iâve heard Daniâs song. It has no feels. How dare he claim that Singer Y plagiarized him with that poor quality. What a joke!]
[It canât be helped. The foreigners are stupid and would easily believe what others claim.]
[The foreigners are just playing dumb. Regardless, Singer Y will surely slap their faces silly this time!]
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Warriorâs Department.
Qin Baichuan and Lin Tianxiong were both recuperating.
Their wounds were severe with the foundation of their martial arts ruined. Factoring in their old age, they were considered half crippled. It was difficult to treat them even with the spiritual herbs from Martial Arts Pavilion, putting them in a semi-retired state. The battlefield was a definite no go for them.
Given that, they were extremely free and were browsing the internet at the same time.
Qin Baichuan shook his head and could not resist laughing. âThis kid really loves to stir up trouble. Hahaha...â
Lin Tianxiong nodded in agreement. âYeah. This kid had always been interested in the entertainment industry, creating headlines almost everyday. He just loves the attention.â
Qin Baichuan then added, âHeâs a young man. Thereâs nothing wrong with loving attention. However, he actually created a few pseudonyms for himself. What a troll. I wonder what the publicâs reaction would be when they realize that all those so-called Y are all the same.â
âThatâs because his talents are too diverse. If my grandchildren can be half as talented as him, Iâll be at peace even if I have to die right now.â
âHalf? Old Lin, arenât you being greedy now?â Qin Baichuan jested.
âHahaha, thatâs indeed quite greedy.â Lin Tianxiong forced a smile and shook his head, then added, âIâll go check out what song this kid is gonna write.â
âCome, letâs go.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Both the old men narrowed their eyes and hit the play button.
The seven seconds intro was lighthearted with a hint of melancholy. Ye Lingchenâs voice then joined inâ
âIâve been reading books of old,
âThe legends and the myths.
âAchilles and his gold,
âHercules and his gifts.
âSpidermanâs control,
âAnd Batman with his fists,
âAnd clearly I donât see myself upon that list.â
...
The opening verse alone caused both the old men to stiffen up their bodies. Their eyes were lined with a look of complicated mixed emotions.
Ye Lingchenâs voice was gentle. It seemed like it was complaining and lamenting, filled with sorrow, mourning, and respect.
Following that, his voice raised slightly, as if it was trying to fight back, with the intention to protestâ
âShe said whereâd you wanna go?
âHow much you wanna risk?
âIâm not looking for somebody
âWith some superhuman gifts.
âSome superhero,
âSome fairytale bliss,
âJust something I can turn to,
âSomebody I can kiss.
âI want something just like this.â
...