Capítulo 1132: Chapter 74: The Illusory Song of the Cyber Ghost (Part 4)
Qiluo sat motionless on the wooden chanism chair, holding the cup in her hand as if she were a puppet, completely unresponsive. Ariel couldn’t stop shrugging her shoulders, laughing unabashedly.
“Please! Don’t look so surprised, as if I said sothing weird. Do you really think you’re fit to be a singer?”
Ariel pointed her fingertips at the face of the girl opposite her, her nails long and sharp, painted bright purple.
“The songs are written with AI assistance; the tone is an artificial effect achieved through technological pre-processing; popularity is built by spending money for fa; as for appearance, it seems the researchers were unwilling to spend more, so they just let you simply apply makeup and go bare-faced, calling it ‘fresh style’… My God! It’s the 21st century and we still see such outdated tricks, don’t you feel embarrassed earning fa this way?”
“Not at all.” Qiluo said.
After a brief pause, the girl regained her composure, her face and hairstyle unchanged, yet her aura transford, appearing bright and pure. Qiluo put down the cup and spoke normally: “Miss Ariel, you said it yourself, it’s the 21st century now, and advanced technology penetrates every corner of our lives. If technology can make songs more moving and music sound better, why wouldn’t we industry insiders embrace it?
I just didn’t expect you to attack from this angle, given that you also had external assistance. Not to ntion the support of the Kalash family, during your concerts, you not only used the special terrain of the State of Real Sound but also employed your Impermanence Skill, right? Does the giant dragon phenonon assisted by the Impermanence Skill seem more ‘pure’ or ‘advanced’ than technology? Then we might as well look at the Realm of Impermanence Skill before discussing singing, whoever has the higher realm can sing better. I don’t understand Impermanence Skill, you undoubtedly surpass .”
The fan who was nervous and excited in front of her idol disappeared in an instant, and the girl sitting across the round table was neither humble nor arrogant, sharp-tongued, her gaze particularly bothered Ariel, akin to those second- and third-tier singers in a talk show, ambitious to use her for fa.
She discreetly scanned the snake-shaped bracelet on Qiluo’s wrist, feigning surprise: “You seem to wear your sha as a badge of honor.”
“What’s there to be ashad of? It seems you misunderstood. I am not an artist but a comrcial idol. My responsibility is to sing songs that satisfy fans, not to compose immortal music chapters.” Qiluo said cheerfully, “I enjoy singing, and my listeners are happy listening; that’s sufficient for to realize my self-worth. As for artistic pursuit… I think Miss Ariel doesn’t have the position to criticize, considering you’re also a ‘pop singer.'”
Qiluo emphasized the pronunciation of pop singer, satisfied to see the anger appear in the opponent’s eyes. She’s not afraid of this occasion, having seen plenty of verbal sparring in her four years in the industry, and she has plenty of ways to retort such clichés. Ariel sneered, “So you love singing? You’re proud to be an idol?”
“Why would I engage in a career I don’t love?”
Ariel’s expression suddenly changed, the fla of anger extinguished, the sharpness on her face dissipated, as if shedding a mask, revealing the pale face beneath the makeup. She asked softly, “Then why did Miss Qi co to the United States?”
Qiluo paused at the question, as Ariel tidied her nails, unhurriedly: “I’m here because I’m a mber of the Kalash family, not just a singer but also a noble and Impermanence Law Enforcer. I handle diplomatic affairs and use my abilities to contribute to my family. And you? Why did you co to the United States?
When gathering intel, I felt confused seeing your team, renowned personalities with a weak fake singer mixed in. The think tank within the family was troubled because of you, discussing what is Miss Qi here for? How could she join this team, is she a hidden master of the Creation Realm with earth-shattering power?”
“…”
Qiluo remained silent, unwilling to expose extra information. Ariel smiled contentedly, scratching the edge of the teapot with her nails.
“At the ti, I told them not to overthink, maybe the big personalities needed entertainnt en route and brought along a burden. I thought that girl must feel miserable… surrounded by all-powerful people, with no purpose herself, a subsidiary to other mbers.”
Ariel moved closer to the pale-faced Qiluo, her smile cruel and unapologetically malicious: “Tell , girl, how does it feel to be n’s foil? What do you do on that ship? Are you responsible for singing to them?”
“—Yes, we all love Qiluo’s songs.”
Light-hearted, relaxed male voice ca from the entrance, a pair of casual sneakers treading the stone path amidst the flower beds. Gongsun Ce crossed the garden to the wooden chanism tea table, helped Qiluo up, proudly introducing: “Ever heard of pirate stories from centuries ago? Every pirate ship had a dedicated musician, enjoying the sa treatnt as the first officer, staying in the best cabin, because without music, pirates would die of boredom at sea. She’s the musician on our Dawn Star, without Qiluo, our ship wouldn’t sail!”
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