Chapter 132 Part 1
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Chapter 132 Part 1: The Future Miss Savior (1)
That day.
Fan Qiuling and her teammates, who had also been divested of their sparkle, were compelled to challenge Xie Qingxuan on stage to reclaim something vital.
The outcome is predictable.
Although Xie Qingxuan and Ji Shuzhu had just returned to the C1 area and needed to select new choreography, their dancing abilities are exceptional. Xie Qingxuan possesses Zen sitting, Ji Shuzhu has hypermnesia, and with assistance from the advanced technology in “Dazzling Stage,” learning a duet dance rapidly is straightforward.
Coupled with the intimidating “Heart Flow” suppression, as well as preemptively depriving opponents of their shine, this dance battle was entirely one-sided, with no suspense whatsoever. The defeated party danced poorly throughout, displaying no emotion even after hearing of their loss.
Xie Qingxuan triumphs and claims the shine from 36 individuals in the C1 area, leaving numerous bewildered empty shells behind. Like a sovereign treading upon a mountain of bodies, she swiftly returns to the B1 area.
However, victory broadcasts and stage battles are all confined to their respective areas.
Whether it’s the trainee diligently practicing in the B1 area or Kirimi Miyuki contemplating new dances in the A1 area, they remain unaware that a Stage Tyrant is rapidly ascending the ranks.
Dream Weaver Rabbit observes this scene, its crimson eyes narrowing, whispering in anticipation:
“Merely by absorbing the shine of 36 people, the fusion rate of Artificial Lantern has increased by 387%, surpassing Tang Liuli and Kirimi Miyuki’s progress in one stroke? The power of the ‘Heart Flow’ is truly formidable.”
“Trample, plunder, devour, evolve, emanating an intrinsic cruelty and greed.”
“Xie Qingxuan, you don’t truly love the stage. That’s why you stand apart from other idols and fail to integrate.”
“But without your own brilliance, even if you succeed in breaking free, the heart flower you cultivate will quickly wither. Can you genuinely become a witch this way? I shall wait and observe.”
The words faded to silence.
The eyes of the Dream Weaver Rabbit gleamed as it glanced at numerous monitoring screens, ultimately focusing on Zone A1, where the Heart Flow development room was situated.
Inside a pod, a girl slumbered peacefully. Her clean face bore no makeup, appearing pale almost as if drained of blood. Her dark eyelids and ordinary yet melancholic aura made her resemble an exhibit preserved in a coffin.
——Liang Xiaoxiao.
The girl who was elevated by Chen Yining to Zone A1 for accelerated progress recently visited the Heart Flow development room for “rest” after each training session.
Consequently, due to increasing disaster activities worldwide, the deployment of the Calamity Seed was delayed by three days from the original schedule. During this period, all equipment in the development rooms functioned like advanced sleep pods, offering at most relaxing effects on the body.
The crimson eyes of the Dream Weaver Rabbit filled with surprise as it smiled, softly saying:
“You haven’t surrendered yet? That’s unexpected.”
“Liang Xiaoxiao, like most people, you possess a reluctance to abandon hope. Even though you may contemplate giving up frequently, there exists a stubbornness within you that compels you to find excuses to return to a path fraught with despair.”
“It seems this level of despondency hasn’t completely vanquished you.”
“Your foolishness brings me pleasure.”
“The current ‘Dazzling Stage’ requires someone like you, a fool, so let me add the final catalyst to your awakening.”
…
…
Failed.
Liang Xiaoxiao awakened from the pod, gazing at the halo of light diffusing on the transparent material. She appeared stunned, lost in thought momentarily, before finally sitting up as if emerging from a dream, and exited the ‘Heart Flow’ development room.
The world is not equitable.
This age-old adage is something most individuals must accept from birth.
Ruan Wutong, also Grade D, only endured four rounds of Nightmare Corridor before successfully comprehending the Heart Flow technique, altering her destiny. She progressed from obscurity and elimination risk to promotion among the elite ranks below Grade A.
Despite not exceeding Liang Xiaoxiao in appearance, effort, dance proficiency, singing ability, or any other aspect, Ruan Wutong actually seemed weaker. Yet her latent talent suddenly created an immense gap between them, placing them worlds apart.
Liang Xiaoxiao recognized that she might have secured a position in Chen Yining’s team merely through fortune in others’ estimation.
Conversely, Ruan Wutong’s narrative differed. Betrayed by teammates initially, she subsequently mastered the Heart Flow technique and secured three consecutive victories, exemplifying a genuine comeback that would undoubtedly feature prominently on the program.
This storyline, coherently connected from beginning to end, would certainly receive at least three minutes of screen time, providing exposure sufficient to garner tens of thousands of fans for a previously unknown amateur within one week of broadcast.
By joining Chen Yining’s team, Ruan Wutong was destined for a significant role in the fourth round. Her popularity would inevitably continue its rapid ascent, potentially transforming the trajectory of her life.
Liang Xiaoxiao admitted to feeling envious.
It’s difficult to suppress jealousy, and equally challenging to avoid feeling defeated.
Liang Xiaoxiao can accept her ordinariness, and can also endure painful failures after exerting her best efforts.
Because she is quite ordinary, and ordinary people invariably desire things beyond their reach, and dreams unattainable in their lifetime. Regret is commonplace, and success merely represents survivor bias. There’s no necessity to fret about failure.
But Ruan Wutong’s emergence pushed her deeper into an abyss.
— “You are even more ordinary than you perceive.”
Someone whispered this deep within Liang Xiaoxiao’s soul.
So, she imprisoned greed, suppressed desires, and restrained delusions in her heart. Like a sandcastle carelessly destroyed by an adult, it disintegrated into dust lifted high by an irresistible force, only to be thoroughly shattered.
All those restrained self-consolations became obsolete jokes, incapable of calming the tsunami in her heart.
“So ugly.”
Liang Xiaoxiao’s eyes filled with mockery as she chuckled, deriding the jealousy, greed, hatred, longing, and sorrow swelling within her heart. They murmured in her ears, as if poised to transform into monstrous entities at any moment.
“So ugly.”
The girl lowered her eyebrows and eyes, the smile on her lips widened, and she repeated herself.
Clatter, clatter.
Deep within the soul, a murky mist settled, lingering in the core of consciousness with tumultuous emotions resembling mountains and seas, continuously transforming into fertile soil. Illusory sprouts slowly weaving within, prepared to form a transforming shell of pure darkness.
This represents the gradual process of constructing the “Cocoon of the Heart.”
It is evident that with continued stimulation and settling, Liang Xiaoxiao, who teetered on the brink of breakthrough, has now begun to approach “success” after supplementation with the essence of “Calamity Seed.”
“Ugly, isn’t it splendid?”
The voice of Dream Weaver Rabbit, tinged with amusement, reached her ears:
“Liang Xiaoxiao, that is evidence that you remain alive and vibrant.”
Liang Xiaoxiao appeared surprised, quickly turned around, but observed only some words hovering in the air.
—— Room 309 on the third floor of building E in section A1.
Why is Dream Weaver Rabbit interested in me?
Why did Dream Weaver Rabbit address me thus?
What does this peculiar address signify?
In that instant, all these questions erupted in her mind.
Strangely, her thoughts became blank, guided by an enigmatic sensation, her heart pounding loudly in her ears, she disregarded these questions and hastened her pace, utilizing her access card to reach that location directly.
Section E constitutes the entertainment zone.
The participants in Zone A1 demonstrate exceptional diligence and almost invariably practice in the training facility.
This marked Liang Xiaoxiao’s inaugural visit here, and the interior resembled a vast mall with intricate hollow designs. The nearly overwhelming emptiness pervaded the space, causing each footstep to generate layers of echoes.
Liang Xiaoxiao stepped onto the escalator, experiencing slight unease. As she gradually ascended, she gazed down at this exquisite and grand venue, feeling it bore no relation to her existence.
After some time, she averted her gaze and climbed to the third floor step by step.
The third floor’s layout exhibited considerable diversity, featuring board game clubs, indoor golf, a compact cinema, and a botanical garden equipped with sophisticated virtual systems.
“Where is room 309?”
Liang Xiaoxiao explored the area, her heart inexplicably racing.
Suddenly, a faint passionate melody drifted toward her from afar, resembling a guiding beacon indicating the way, causing her steps to unconsciously move toward the sound’s origin.
The closer she approached, the more distinct the music became.
The composition featured a pronounced rhythm, vivacious and passionate melody, three-part ABA structure, and the increasingly clear and pleasing orchestral sound.
The girl seemed to cling to a beautiful dream, reluctant to awaken, like a child wandering into a magnificent garden, indulging in sights beyond imagination, decelerating her pace.
