Dad, Please Let Me Be Your Only Fan!

"She was making her debut on stage during the initial ranking, and to perform like that proves she has excellent adaptability to the stage and the ability to think on her feet."

Chen Baijiu pondered for a moment, a subtle expression crossing his face. His assessment of Chu Yuanqing's skill level was still at the stage where she hadn't yet mastered singing and dancing.

In other words, the gap between her and the other contestants was undeniable.

Judging solely by her stage presence, she would be pushing it even for a starting spot in D-Class, let alone C-Class.

Furthermore, although Chu Yuanqing was praised for having a strong heart, she hadn't yet experienced a trial of this magnitude. Whether she could perform at her full potential was still up in the air.

Chen Baijiu was a very rational person. He admitted that Chu Yuanqing was a good piece of Unpolished Jade.

However, the stage was a place that tested fundamental skills. Without lip-syncing, hoping to just maintain her rank was the most tactful evaluation.

Chen Baijiu coughed a few times, as if struck by a thought, and with rare emotional intelligence, said:

"I think it's best to leave this question to the audience to judge."

Jiang Chi chimed in:

"Letting the contestants speak through their performances has always been the style of Flash Dance."

As his voice fell, the stage lighting system flickered back to life.

Chu Yuanqing walked onto the stage slowly. Her attire was no different from the other contestants, but her meticulously sculpted proportions and the undulating curves of her body seemed to possess a natural camera correction, forcefully drawing everyone's gaze.

The girl's appearance was the same. Normally, contestants would wear stage makeup to avoid looking bad on camera, but she was, as always, bare-faced. Even on camera, her face was flawless.

The lipstick Xie Qingxuan had helped her apply, amplified by her natural beauty, had the effect of adding the finishing touch, subtly casting a spell on everyone watching the livestream.

If Sakura had used her [Flow State] to make the audience interpret the theme song as a seaside ramune...

Then Chu Yuanqing, relying almost solely on her atmosphere and her god-tier beauty, had cheated her way through, adding a touch of peach oolong's refreshing sweetness to the upcoming performance of candy.

The four mentors on the panel froze, then exchanged glances. They had clearly discovered the issue and fell silent.

Damn, they had been in the Chinese Entertainment Industry for so many years.

And yet, this was the first time they realized an idol could cheat like this on stage with just their looks?!

Chu Yuanqing didn't need to do anything. Her mere presence was the best interpretation of the theme song.

Did this mean that as long as the production team assigned her a dedicated makeup artist, she could completely fit into any large-scale stage and elevate the overall atmosphere and concept?

A natural Center position?

Chen Baijiu's head began to ache. He could already foresee the terrifying scene where Chu Yuanqing would dance terribly yet be praised by millions of viewers.

No way, if it really was that outrageous, how could they possibly give her a score?

Although beauty could be considered part of stage charisma and performance, as a world-class choreographer, he fundamentally valued the dance itself. He was already starting to panic.

Zhao Dapan, on the other hand, was quite amused. In his opinion, no matter what score she received, Chu Yuanqing's popularity and potential meant she could handle it. Even if it stirred up some controversy outside, she would eventually prove her brilliance on future stages.

Luo Siling, being somewhat of an outsider just there to fill a spot, believed that the audience's immediate feedback was a crucial element to consider.

Jiang Chi was much the same. As a rapper, facing a theme song that didn't involve any rap at all, he basically wore sunglasses and acted cool to avoid looking uncultured, acting more like a mascot than the Dream Weaver Rabbit.

Therefore, in this mentor's philosophy, Chu Yuanqing's direct appeal through her beauty, enchanting the audience and mentors to the point where they could overlook flaws in her dance, was simply a part of her ability.

If not, why couldn't the other contestants do it?

Since only she could, then she was amazing.

The rapper mentor's thought process was very straightforward.

Among the mentors, the Dream Weaver Rabbit seemed to be anticipating something, its gaze deep, a smile playing on its lips.

It had already received an unexpected surprise from Kiriwake Yayoi and naturally wanted to see if this shining gem it had noticed first could break through its limits on the simulated stage and reveal more potential.

The feedback from the livestream was like a tsunami:

"First sight, solo stan, marriage, burial."

"Famous Japanese calligrapher Master Wo Xiang is best at writing wild cursive script. People call his cursive style—Wo Xiang Bei Jie Jie Kuang Cao???!"

"Wuwuwu, Qing Bao, my Qing Bao, you are Galatea created by Pygmalion, even gods would fall for you. You are the night and the only ray of light in the darkness. You are the motivation for me to live, thank you, my fated muse???!"

"Qing Men???."

"Sorry, CP fans, I can't ship CPs anymore. Qing Shen's beauty has long transcended worldly conflicts. I've degenerated into a toxic solo stan, only wanting to see Qing Shen shine alone???."

"Qing Shen said, 'You can only go this far and no further,' so the other sisters should naturally only be worthy of her leftover glances. Only Yue Bao, chosen as the divine child, can glimpse the god's compassion and tenderness???."

"Heh, superficial. Do you think Qing Shen's lipstick was applied by anyone? Whose hair did the Great Demon King blow-dry? Yue Bao is just the first among the divine child candidates, it doesn't mean the other sisters are unqualified to approach the god's glory???!"

"I can't take it anymore! Yuan fans, can you tone it down? Sakura is the coolest. She'd let Qing Bao dunk on her, can you other sisters do that????"

"Your vying for attention is false, wrong, vulgar, indecent, ignorant. Only those truly devout to the god and willing to dim their own light are worthy of the god's exclusive love."

Chu Yuanqing stood in the center of the stage.

Although she was unaware of the religious war erupting in the livestream chat over her, her suddenly awakened witch-like senses registered the attention of millions of viewers. The immense emotions pouring in like a flood caused the Lantern to glow and heat up involuntarily.

At this moment, the cracks on the Lantern's gem showed the first signs of healing!!!

The curse deep within her soul, as if provoked, surged back into the Lantern's gem, crushing and tearing apart all positive emotions that fed back.

Ultimately, the hallucinations from the Sea of Truth, which occurred once every three days on average, erupted at this precisely inconvenient moment, following the midnight dream from yesterday.

PS1: My fever is gone, and I feel much better, just still coughing. I tried to finish a chapter to keep up the streak.

PS2: Tongtian Dai might appear in the next chapter. It's the last day of the month, so please give me some monthly votes and free blades, my dear!

Volume 1: Hospitalized, Taking Leave

I coughed up blood and was dragged to the hospital by a friend. After a CT scan, the doctor said the pneumonia infection was too widespread and I needed to stay for observation for a week. Sigh, I just got serialized and this happened. I'm feeling very depressed, hoping to get better soon.

I'm very sorry. I'll try my best to make up for the updates once I'm recovered. I'm going to fight my way back now.

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Volume 1: 66. Charlotte's Turn, Edelweiss That Lasts an Eternity. (5K3))

The illusions granted by the Sea of Truth were a domineering force that spread from the soul to the senses.

Chu Yuanqing's previous method of dealing with them was similar to how she treated Chu Wangshu on the field last time, treating her as an illusion. She would forcefully strip them away with sheer willpower, maintaining her daily life with a dual focus so as not to be consumed by the shadows of the past.

However, perhaps because the Sea of Truth had actively invaded the Lantern, the positive emotions crushed and swallowed within it, like sparks of fire, burned out a few wisps of light into the abyss of the illusion before they were completely extinguished.

Pure white.

It was a purity that cleansed the heavens and earth, yet also a sorrow like thick snow, a funeral rite of salt falling softly.

This was the Pure White Forbidden Zone, the Disaster God's domain that had spanned the southeastern coast since the world's initial descent into apocalypse.

--Disaster Gods.

They were different from natural disaster beasts; they were large-scale natural phenomena formed from certain concepts, capable of creating special areas akin to divine miracles.

Among them, the Pure White Forbidden Zone, formed from the concept of salt, had grown from the size of an island over 70 years of humanity's territory being gradually encroached upon, eventually swallowing the entire Atlantic Ocean and even one-third of the Sacred United Nation's territory, becoming the Salt Continent.

No one knew how many lost souls and vengeful spirits it had buried.

One billion? Or perhaps several billion? Or even more? It was impossible to count.

Disaster Gods were tsunamis, they were storms, they were natural calamities that defied human will.

Some said that from the moment they descended upon the world, humanity had lost the right to resist.

"Congratulations, you have achieved the first great feat of slaughtering a Disaster God."

"The Pure White Forbidden Zone will disappear from now on, and the concept of [Salt] will be restrained. The Doomsday City will also be safe."

"Savior, why don't you smile a little more happily?"

Chu Yuanqing's consciousness vaguely returned, and in this familiar yet unfamiliar scene, she saw a familiar figure. Before she could say anything, she felt cool, slender fingers press against the sides of her lips, as if gently coaxing a smile into shape.

The girl smiled, her skin fair, her nose delicate and upturned. Her peerlessly beautiful face drew incredibly close, her soft cheek almost touching Chu Yuanqing's. Her eyes seemed like pure phosphophyllite, translucent and gentle in the light, like a swaying sea.

A simple gaze, a touch of skin, a smile at the lips, could bestow a happiness that bewitched and enticed, like a sun bestowing its grace upon the world, shining and compassionate.

She was Charlotte, and also the Doomsday Diva who had performed the [Funeral Procession] for the world.

Chu Yuanqing wanted to say something. Compared to the second-rated stage, compared to this mere illusion from the Sea of Truth, for a fleeting moment, she wanted to be immersed in the warmth of the fingertips and the gentle words...

Because this time, the illusion was very different. Not only did it blur the sense of time, but its realism was also incredibly clear. Her body had also reverted to its broken state from that time, slowly wriggling and repairing itself in a tragic condition.

Now, she felt like she had become Chu Yuanqing of the old era.

And this scene, rather than an illusion, felt more like a re-enactment of past history.

Chu Yuanqing clearly remembered that on this day, to erase the concept of [Salt], she had chosen to engrave an epic onto her soul, bearing the karma and sins of ending the twilight of the gods and destroying the world. Only then could she unleash the full power of the mythical armament—[Laevateinn]—and successfully annihilate the Pure White Forbidden Zone with only five-digit casualties.

However, her memory became somewhat hazy after accomplishing all this.

Both the heavy burden [Laevateinn] placed on her soul and the personality dissociation caused by the massive number of deaths had caused her to become almost comatose, lost in trivial thoughts and remaining motionless for a full week.

Later, she heard from Charlotte that after she had performed the funeral rites for the disaster tide outside the city, she had rushed back to save Chu Yuanqing from her breakdown.

But when asked how she had rescued her from her personality dissociation, the Doomsday Diva had winked meaningfully, smiling and saying it was a secret, and that Chu Yuanqing should try to guess it herself later.

Now, it seemed, this scene, whether real or fictional, might be related to the secret Charlotte had mentioned.

Chu Yuanqing also realized that she had no control over this body, like a spirit from the future briefly returned to the past, only able to quietly watch the cycle of history.

"■■■ and ■■■■ sacrificed themselves."

"■■■, ■■■■, ■■, ■■■, ■■■■ are dead."

It was a hoarse and unpleasant voice, like a curse.

The young man's vocal cords seemed to have been consumed and ravaged by flames. Amidst the whispers mixed with coughs, there was emptiness and confusion. The few names he uttered were unclear, as if erased by some mysterious power.

Chu Yuanqing guessed that this was one of the old items she had forgotten under the curse.

The Sea of Truth did not allow her to retrieve it, so even in the historical projection, she was not allowed to hear its true form.

Charlotte heard this, and a sadness bloomed in the smile in her pupils. She whispered:

"■■■■, Little Carol, Alice, and... Sister Ellie also sacrificed themselves."

"But the City of End still stands, and the flame of humanity still burns."

"As long as you are here, as long as I am here, we will one day be able to slay all the Disaster Gods and correct the world into the shape we desire."

"So, don't cry, Little Qing."

The young man remained silent, like a statue. His handsome face was distorted by the raging flames, appearing monstrous and ugly like a demon.

How could a demon shed tears?

Yet, he was truly weeping, truly crying, as if mourning the departed, or perhaps repenting for his own powerlessness.

Those tears flowed from his eyes, only to be evaporated by the searing flames.

The rate at which the young man's body repaired itself became increasingly chaotic, like flesh and blood that continuously weathered and regrew. Only the [Laevateinn], which had almost melted and forged into his hand bones, remained unchanged. The sword's body was still embedded in the core of the Salt Continent, devouring and plundering the authority of the Disaster God.

Charlotte's expression grew more sorrowful. Her smile was brilliant yet transparent. She took a step forward, extending her arms like a moth drawn to a flame, and embraced the young man, who still bore the residual flames of [Laevateinn]. It was as if they were transforming into fire together, performing a funeral procession for the entire crumbling Salt Continent.

Charlotte understood.

At this moment, Chu Yuanqing's personality had entered a dissociative state to unleash [Laevateinn]. His words, actions, and the path he walked were merely the stubborn repetition of past obsessions. Once he regained his sanity, he would forget most of it.

--Including the devouring of the Salt Continent.

This was normal. For a Savior who wished to challenge stronger, more overpowered Disaster Gods, accumulating power was a necessary act.

However, the Salt Continent buried not only the authority of Disaster Gods but also countless wronged souls and sins. Endless devouring would only place a heavier burden on his soul, possibly even causing it to collapse forcefully within the cycle of life and death.

Therefore...

Charlotte's embrace, akin to suicide, aimed to awaken his reason and halt Chu Yuanqing's frenzied actions.