Invincible Me Only Wants to Slack Off

You got mud on your face!

You big disgrace!

Kicking your can all over the place!

The deep, soaring vocals instantly replaced the stomping, carrying a stirring power that shot through the entire venue like an electric current!

As Chen Tian punched the air toward the audience and roared:

"Singing!!"

The deafening stomps and claps transformed into a tidal wave of sound:

"We will, we will rock you!"

"We will, we will rock you!"

The fans chanted along in wild unison, their voices merging into a torrent that filled every inch of space, broke free of the venue's confines, and surged into the clouds.

Rin felt like a small boat caught in a raging storm, utterly overwhelmed by the colossal wave of human voices.

A faint numbness tingled at her fingertips, and even her heartbeat seemed gripped by the chorus of thousands.

For a moment, she even forgot why she had come.

"We will, we will rock you!"

The fifth chorus hit like a solid wall of sound, slamming into every corner of the arena, the echoes humming through the steel framework as if ready to tear the roof off.

Chen Tian suddenly grabbed the upright microphone stand!

Like an invisible conductor's baton falling, the deafening chorus was cut off instantly, and the stomping and clapping once again filled the hall!

Tens of thousands of eyes locked onto the figure commanding the center of the stage, their fervor almost unreal.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and that low, raspy voice—full of story and power—exploded like concentrated thunder, each word hammering into everyone's eardrums:

"Buddy you're a young man, hard man!

Shouting in the street gonna take on the world someday!

You got blood on your face!

You big disgrace!

Waving your banner all over the place!"

The rhythm tightened, the drumbeats like war drums urging the charge!

Chen Tian flung his arm up, fingers spread wide toward the boiling audience, as if signaling a charge to an army of thousands!

"We will, we will rock you! Singing it NOW!!!"

That guttural "NOW" was the spark that lit the fuse!

A torrent of sound—more savage, more unified, more desperate than any before—erupted from tens of thousands of screaming mouths, as if the entire planet trembled with it:

"We will, we will rock you!"

"We will, we will rock you!"

Rin's heart was crushed and kneaded by the terrifying resonance.

She could clearly feel, around her, in front and behind, countless voices howling and venting in frenzy. That violent, unleashed collective fervor crashed against the levees of her reason like a towering tsunami.

At first, her lips only moved unconsciously, following the melody and rhythm.

"...we will..."

The sound was as faint as a sigh, instantly swallowed by the deafening roar, barely audible even to herself.

"...rock you..."

It grew a little louder, a tentative rasp, like a current stirring beneath the ice. Her cheeks burned hotter, the numbness spreading from her fingertips.

"We will...!"

Her voice rose involuntarily, no longer hesitant, carrying a strength that felt foreign even to her, bursting clearly from her throat and merging with the screams of a few fans near the front rows.

That ignited fervor was breaking down the cool composure she prided herself on.

When Chen Tian's incendiary "Singing it NOW!" rang out again like a command, and the venue's pent-up energy neared its final peak, Rin's chest heaved violently, adrenaline surging to her head.

Almost instinctively, she forgot her status, forgot her restraint, forgot why she had come. With all her might, she poured every emotion into that final shout, and a clear, piercing female voice—unexpected even to herself—burst forth:

"ROCK YOU!!!"

That cry, her former reserve now ignited by the frenzy, cut through the thick, surging wave of male voices like a blade breaching water, ringing sharply through the VIP section!

Chen Tian, facing the microphone and ready to unleash the final blast, instantly locked his eyes through the dazzling stage lights and the surging crowd, sweeping over the red-clad girl in the first row of the VIP seats!

In the dim light, the vivid blush on Rin's face from excitement, her slightly parted lips as if still echoing the shout, and those eyes—usually so calm, now burning with a blazing flame instead of frost—

All these subtle changes were clearly captured by Chen Tian's superhuman stage awareness.

The wild, unrestrained grin on his face instantly stretched into an even more arrogant, even more unbridled arc!

"ROCK YOU!!!"

The final roar, poured out with every ounce of strength, struck like a boulder into a placid lake, stirring up even more violent echoes—only to be abruptly choked off in the next instant by Chen Tian's sharply clenched hand.

The shouts of tens of thousands in the venue ceased at once, leaving only heavy breathing and the lingering hum of pounding hearts buzzing through the air.

Chen Tian's chest rose and fell slightly, sweat rolling down the sharp lines of his jaw.

The wild, arrogant smile on his face hadn't faded, but now it carried a hint of unrestrained satisfaction—like a king who had just tamed a fierce, unyielding beast.

He swept his gaze across the crowd once more, his eyes passing over every seething section.

That look was no longer sharp as a blade; instead, it felt like he was admiring the flames he had personally ignited, still blazing fiercely.

The harsh lights atop the stage began to shift subtly.

The blinding white spotlight softened, taking on a hazy, warm gold, like molten sunset.

More blue and violet soft lights flowed from the stage edges and ceiling, weaving together into a dreamlike ocean, drowning out the earlier frenzy and thunder.

In the gap of this shifting light, Chen Tian raised a hand, threading his fingers through his unruly silver spiked hair, rubbing it forcefully and casually a few times.

The once rigid, sharp strands became messy and fluffy, with a few even falling gently across his broad forehead.

This simple gesture seemed to shed the violent armor of "Nero" from his shoulders.

He bent slightly, re-slinging the blue-black electric guitar onto his back, his posture no longer that of a charging warrior, but more like a traveler ready to tell a story.

When he lifted his head again and looked at the audience, his eyes had completely changed.

The piercing sharpness that had felt like a tangible force was gone, replaced by a calm, gentle quality—like makeup removed to reveal a true face beneath: the foundation of "Chen Tian," the brother-in-law of the Marin family.

Slender fingers gently plucked the strings.

No more explosive notes; instead, a clear, soothing, faintly melancholic guitar arpeggio flowed out, like a babbling brook under moonlight, instantly soothing the violently pounding hearts.

Chen Tian leaned into the standing mic, and when he spoke, his voice was no longer a tearing roar, but low, tender, with a magnetic rasp, as if whispering in one's ear:

"I'm trying to keep my head high..."

"That light can no longer be seen..."

"It's no one's fault, but..."

"It's no more about only losing..."

"Something is missing..."

"Whether crying or laughing, it's different..."

"Been slowly losing my grip on my life..."

"But now I'm moving forward somehow..."

The song flowed like a clear spring, slowly washing over every heart.

The first half carried introspection, confusion, and the release after struggle.

It was no longer a flame stirring emotions, but a gentle breeze soothing the soul.

The feverish atmosphere of the venue miraculously settled, replaced by an immersive stillness. Tens of thousands of glow sticks no longer waved wildly, but gently swayed to the slow rhythm, merging into a tender sea of stars.

In Rin's chest, the blazing fire ignited by "We Will Rock You" was quietly extinguished by this clear, tender melody.

Her boiling blood cooled, her rapid breathing steadied, and the heat in her cheeks faded.

The earlier frenzy felt like a distant dream, leaving her slightly dazed and even a little embarrassed—had she really been swept up in that collective madness? The burning sensation in her Magic Crest had also subsided, and her heartbeat returned to the familiar, rational rhythm she controlled.

But when the song entered its climax, Chen Tian's voice rose with resilient strength:

"You're making me stronger!

The sealed freedom!

Now it bursts out!

This repeating voice!

Who I am!"

This time, the chorus of tens of thousands was no longer a violent roar, but a gentle yet unwavering stream.

The sound waves flowed softly over the venue, converging into an ocean of resonance.

This tender resonance quietly seeped through Rin's defenses.

Her shoulders relaxed, and her gaze followed the figure on stage, now stripped of wildness, singing softly.

His eyes were calm and gentle, overlapping with the image of the warm, considerate "brother-in-law" from the Marin family.

A strange emotion flowed through Rin's heart—one that even surprised her: a kind of understanding.

Watching his brilliant starlight under the gaze of ten thousand, Rin's eyes unconsciously softened.

"Maybe... this is his charm," the thought crossed Rin's mind.

Then, another more absurd, unfamiliar thought sprang up without warning: How on earth did her sister Marin manage to claim the heart of a man like this?

The thought came abruptly and sharply, carrying a hint of bitterness that even startled her.

Rin forcefully cut off the train of thought, her fingertips unconsciously pressing hard, nearly tearing her stockings.

P.S. Three songs: first, Vergil's theme "Bury the Light"—many readers have asked when this would be sung, so I'm writing it out today. Second, "We Will Rock You" by the legendary rock band Queen. Third, "Who I Am" by the singer Milet.

Chapter 37: Zasshu

Just as Rin was still trying to cut off her own wandering thoughts, Kitagawa's voice suddenly barged into her ears.

"Rin-chan, you're here~"

Rin jumped, snapping back to reality.

Those messy notions from before were shattered by Kitagawa's voice.

She instinctively raised a hand, quickly smoothing a few strands of hair that had come slightly loose from her intense sing-along, trying to restore some of the dignity befitting the Tohsaka Family heir.

"Ah, Marin-nee." Her gaze focused, and before her was Marin's enlarged, excitedly flushed face.

Marin gave Rin no time to compose herself, cheerfully spreading her arms and hugging her like a happy little bird.

"Tian Jun's concert was super—thrilling, right? Felt like my heart was about to jump out, didn't it?"

She leaned her face close to Rin's still-warm cheek, lowering her voice with a hint of smugness. "Let me tell you, the first time I saw him on that little stage in high school, I was completely captivated!"

Rin stiffened slightly in the hug, but before she could say anything, she was swept up by Marin's enthusiasm and half-pushed, half-pulled toward the side and back of the stage.

"Back then, the moment he stepped on stage, he couldn't hide the charm radiating from him." Marin chattered on at lightning speed as they walked, her eyes dazzlingly bright, as if she'd returned to her high school days.

"You know? The second he started playing his electric guitar, every girl in the audience went crazy! Including me!"

She tugged Rin past busy staff members and through the entrance to the backstage corridor.

"The competition was fierce! So many underclassmen and upperclassmen had their eyes on him!" Marin wiggled her finger proudly. "But I made it! I'm the one who won him over! Hehe!"

The corridor was a bit dim.

Rin was dragged along, her ears filled with Marin's blissful "chase history."

She watched Marin's excited profile, her gaze complicated.