"...”
Late at night.
Lu Qing lay on the sofa bed.
Tossing and turning.
The sofa bed was large,
newly purchased by his sister,
too big for one person to sleep on.
Yet now, he couldn't feel the softness of the mattress at all,
only endlessly pondering—
why on earth did his sister have to learn the electric guitar.
At this moment, Su Ling had returned to her room,
gently closing the door with just the right rhythm, leaving him time to speculate.
"Can't sleep."
Completely unable to sleep.
Lu Qing's heart rate was slightly elevated.
The thumping, even audible through his eardrums, captured the sound of his internal organs.
"She wants to learn music, to replace 'noise' with 'music,' and overcome external distractions, I can understand that."
But why.
Why does it have to be the electric guitar.
Lu Qing clenched his fists.
At a loss as to how to deal with the situation.
Actually, he had asked her earlier, and her answer was, "Bass is too heavy, I'm afraid I can't carry it, so I want to learn guitar."
When he asked why she didn't choose the piano or drums, her reasons were also quite convincing:
"Piano requires early training, and I can't achieve the best now, so I'll pass;
Drums are too physically demanding, and I'm not the outgoing type, I don't like music with too strong a rhythm. Plus, to practice drums, I have to go to a drum room to use real drums, and at home, I can only buy an electric drum set, which must be plugged into an amplifier and headphones for 'internal practice' to avoid disturbing the neighbors, which is too much trouble."
Lu Qing was almost stunned when he heard this.
Because Su Ling's answer was way too standard, it didn't sound like something a kid with no musical background could come up with.
How come his sister seems to have quite a talent in this area?
Indeed, you'd have to rent a drum room to practice drums.
Playing real drums at home would surely have the neighbors knocking on the door asking, "Do you want to get killed, friend?"
As for the piano, forget it, a grand piano wouldn't fit in this small apartment, and the acoustics wouldn't be ideal (the best soundproofing is in attics or basements).
Even if they bought a narrower electric piano, as Su Ling said, it would be too late to start from scratch.
Piano entry is either classical or pop.
The former focuses on finger technique and standard pieces, the latter on music theory and chord progression.
And if Su Ling wants to go electric, she'd have to develop in the direction of electronic synthesizers, which still requires classical/jazz improvisation experience, and it's just too late.
"Ah."
So, when Su Ling eliminated the bass,
the guitar seemed to truly become her only choice.
"Why does it have to be the guitar..."
Such a thing...
"Ah..."
Lu Qing was feeling extremely troubled.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his wallet.
From the back slot of the wallet, he pinched out his ID card.
Then, in the gap of the ID card sleeve,
he rubbed the outline of the small silver key with his thumb.
Muttering to himself:
"No."
"It's not possible."
"Su Ling is Su Ling, I am me."
"She wants to learn music, fine."
"But it has nothing to do with me."
"She didn't say she has to have me teach her."
Right?
Thinking of this, Lu Qing felt the weight on his heart lift.
Yes, why was I so tense?
"If she wants to learn guitar, I'll just find her a teacher."
"A guitar, I'll buy her a new one."
"Of course, the quality can't be too bad; it's bad for the fingers, and the string height is too high. Maybe I should get her the best-feeling TS Noble Bird?"
Although he didn't want to teach the guitar himself, nor did he want to reveal the 3-cubic-meter space artifact,
but even if it costs a bit more, he must meet Su Ling's requirements.
Thinking of this, he took out his phone and opened FeiXin.
Planning to chat with Miss Ryo, the general supervisor of Mega Instruments, whom he had added years ago.
【Ding ding ding ding】
【Ding ding ding ding】...
As soon as he opened FeiXin, he saw a long string of messages from Wen Le at the top of the list.
The list of friends was sparse.
"Hmm...? What's this guy up to again."
Seeing the【Picture】, Lu Qing couldn't help but click on it out of curiosity.
What greeted him was his best friend's fatal opening line—
【Qing, I think you should dump Rina.】
"Ah??"
The heavy words even made him momentarily forget Su Ling's suggestion.
Following the message downwards,
a G-cup purple-eyed succubus avatar, like an extraterrestrial demon, directly hit his heart.
"Woc, what is this?"
Lu Qing's first reaction was,
this avatar could hit his XP from every angle, depth, and meaning.
Even his favorite maid series seemed to be one level below compared to "her"!
Decisively,
he brought the screen closer to his eyes and zoomed in with two fingers.
Not to mention the tens of thousands of details that could be seen with the naked eye in Wen Le's screenshot,
just looking at this setting, this aesthetic, this color scheme, this clothing, these accessories, this tail...
And this unspeakable weapon.
"Absolutely amazing, completely nailed my aesthetic."
He praised silently.
"And to be honest, this avatar design style seems a bit similar to someone's?"
Doubts began to rise.
At this moment, he hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation.
Just felt,
this artist must have at least「twelve moves」or more.
Usually, he only watched Bai Xing, not any other V.
And even if he put the top-quality Rina avatar next to "her" for a PK,
the result would be obvious.
A moment,
would be instantly defeated.
—「Instant Kill」.
This made him understand what Wen Le meant by "you can dump Rina."
"Ahem."
He continued to read.
Wen Le's message was indeed more than that.
【Trust me, get in early, get in fast.】
【You get in early, you're an OG.】
【Then this artist will definitely post updates, telling who the voice actor is.】
Huh?
Right?
Lu Qing suddenly realized, if there's such a talented artist in the world, why not follow her early?
If she posts even cooler stuff later, as the operator and boss of Bai Xing, wouldn't he be able to learn from her secretly?
Maybe, he could even commission her for art, easing the pressure on someone else, right?
"Hmm..."
He thought it was a good idea.
So he moved his eyes upwards.
Squinting,
he looked at the artist information in the top right corner of the screenshot.
—「Lubia」.
...
...
Ding ding dong.
He quickly moved the phone screen away from his eyes as if it was burning.
After five seconds,
he carefully pulled it back bit by bit.
"Sigh."
Deep breath.
Lu Qing felt like he was hungover.
Clearly,
tonight, he already felt a bit dazed.
Feeling, the series of events just now were a bit surreal.
"No."
"Lubia, he, made something like this??"
"No, no, no."
"Lubia was clearly an artist with only「four moves」or so... when did he start making L2D at this level??"
—In Lu Qing's mind, the unit to measure someone's skill in something is「moves」.
Su Ling cooking has two moves, Bai Xing meowing has eight moves, Lubia's previous cover art was about「four moves」.
Now, his avatar, conservatively estimated, has「twelve moves」.
Which is 120%【exceeding expectations】.
"..."
"No, no, no, no."
"Wen Le said, this avatar is in the prototype testing phase."
—【Mom testing phase】.
"That means, the current voice actor of the avatar is the artist himself."
He understood,
the artist himself is the creator of the avatar, so he's called「Mom」.
So since the author is Lubia—
Lu Qing frowned,
exited FeiXin,
opened the wall station,
searched「Lubia」,
found the same「gray-haired, huge-breasted, anime-style girl」avatar,
clicked on the profile—
The next second.
He deeply frowned,
started thinking about a "world-class" philosophical question.
【Why does his wall station profile say his gender is「female」.】
...
...
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
