Unexpected Fame

A conspiracy!

Absolutely a conspiracy!

I’m reporting this.

“Nonsense, of course that’s not you. With your voice that can only scream ‘ah ah ah,’ you think you can be an internet celebrity? It’s already good if you don’t make people want to swap out their ears.” Recalling some unpleasant memories, Fire Finch cast a disdainful glance at Aya Tone.

“Shut up. You’re not any better.” Saying I can’t sing? Aya Tone couldn’t stand for that and shot back.

They were about the same, really.

The two tone-deaf people lowered their voices, digging up each other’s embarrassing pasts, all previous unpleasantness forgotten.

After a moment of tension, Aya Tone, adhering to the principle that a good man doesn’t fight with women, turned over first and fled the living room.

With their bickering gone, the living room gradually fell silent.

Fire Finch gently touched the sofa cushion still warm from where he had sat, a seductive curl forming at the corner of her mouth.

Those tactics from the group chat strategists really worked.

Fighting and scolding are signs of affection.

At 1 AM.

A video was posted on the Vermillion Bird Guild’s official account, instantly igniting the passions of all night owls.

“Come quick, this girl is so cute.”

“Wow, which kindergarten did the Vermillion Bird Guild kidnap this baby from? Hiring child labor, too much!”

“Report! Must report! Otherwise, show me the baby’s ID.”

“Upstairs, I can hear your wishful thinking even from the toilet.”

“…”

Because it was an official promotion, within half an hour, the comment section was flooded. Most were guessing who she was.

It wasn’t that they didn’t recognize Aya Tone; it was mainly that his range of activity was mostly in Yan’an City. He never stepped out the door. His only public appearance was three years ago in the S-rank tournament.

Three years ago, there were indeed many videos online about him as the “white-haired witch,” but internet trends change too fast.

If you don’t actively maintain your presence, you’ll naturally be forgotten.

“E-sports doesn’t need eyesight. Does surfing the web not need it either? Eyes are a good thing. If you don’t need them, donate them to someone who does.”

With a prickly comment appearing, the direction of the wind suddenly pointed at him.

Some already irritable night owls directly started flaming.

But before anyone else could pile on, the commenter shot back: “Even daring to mock a national S-rank powerhouse, I salute your bravery.”

After saying this, he stopped talking, leaving only a chaotic mess of keyboard warriors scrambling to delete their comments.

With his reminder, many people’s sealed memories gradually awakened.

Some even directly screencapped Aya Tone’s info from the Adventurer’s Guild website and posted it.

“Holy crap!”

“OMG” x999

“Sorry, I was blind but now I see.”

“Mom!”

“Upstairs pervert, I’ve been tolerating you for so long! Throw him out!!”

“…”

As for the main character, Aya Tone was currently happily dating the daughter of the Duke of Zhou in his dreams, completely unaware of the online storm.

Fire Finch utilized all resources behind the scenes, vowing to turn Aya Tone into a famous internet celebrity in the shortest time possible.

At the same time, she specifically had someone place the destroyed otherworldly artifact in a prominent spot in the video.

That way, even if those reincarnators didn’t recognize Aya Tone in the video, they could guess something from the artifact.

Once a seed of suspicion is planted, they will naturally come looking.

Huanxing Entertainment

“Wow, wake up and I’ve magically gained a bunch of sons. Awesome.” Aya Tone’s face was expressionless, his voice flat as he read without any emotion.

He didn’t want to come today, but he couldn’t resist Fire Finch’s insistence on striking while the iron was hot, rushing to record a few more videos to capture the fans’ hearts.

Aya Tone: I don’t even want to be an idol! What the hell!

“Isn’t this great?” Fire Finch suppressed a laugh, but seeing Aya Tone’s face dark as charcoal, she couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“Still laughing? This was definitely your doing!”

“Oh, this wasn’t me. You can’t just accuse me.”

This time, Aya Tone was actually wronged. The unified fan slogan was completely spontaneous.

People who stay up late are either overworked employees or shut-in otakus.

Who doesn’t like a youthful face with white hair and a sweet loli voice?

Ah Wei had already died a thousand deaths.

“President Fire, the recording is ready. We can start anytime.” Wu Xin waddled over with a big belly, already drenched in sweat after just two steps.

“Mm.” Fire Finch nodded, then turned to Aya Tone: “Have fun with it. Leave the rest to post-production!”

“Die.”

Aya Tone reluctantly followed Wu Xin’s respectful gaze to the same spot as yesterday.

His eyes met the dark light, and he quietly cursed under his breath. Then, just like yesterday, he stood there in a daze.

The president said to have fun, but what was he supposed to do?

Was he really going to belt out a song on the spot?

Just as his mind was wandering, time was up.

“Good work.”

Aya Tone: “…”

Some things end before they even begin.

“Please wait a moment, sir.” Perhaps afraid that Aya Tone would get angry, Wu Xin quickly explained: “We need to prepare some more素材 this time. Sorry for the trouble.”

“Fine.”

Hmm—some things seem over, but actually, they’ve just begun.

Aya Tone tightened his grip on the microphone, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

As long as he was happy~

So, under everyone’s puzzled gaze, he pulled out his phone and added a sound amplification spell.

Fire Finch, standing in the corner, saw this and silently stuffed two clumps of Undying Flame to block out the sound from the outside world.

With the familiar prelude of a children’s song ringing out, everyone instantly understood what the little darling wanted to do.

He was going to sing himself!?

They all pricked up their ears, eager to hear a heavenly voice…

Aya Tone moved the microphone away, cleared his throat, and in tune, sang a line of lyrics everyone knew well.

“Bala la little fairy~ ah~ wrong.”

“Sorry, let me start over.”

“Once upon a time there was a magic castle, a queen was taking a bath, every fairy got her guidance…” Aya Tone belted out the song, his sweet voice forced into a Northeastern uncle’s roar, rattling everyone’s ears.

Wu Xin, guarding the camera, turned pale instantly, inwardly lamenting: What kind of mess is this?

The expressions around him were equally colorful—some covered their ears, some frowned, and some turned around to escape the scene directly.

There was no other way; the sound was too terrifying, piercing straight through the crown of the head.

Suddenly, a melodious tune played, neutralizing Aya Tone’s singing.

Wu Xin, not caring whether he might offend an S-rank, quickly signaled the backstage to turn on some speakers and play a soothing piece of music.

Aya Tone froze for a moment, then realized what had happened and glared at Wu Xin in dissatisfaction.

But under the melodious music, he gradually calmed down and stopped singing.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, privately grateful they had escaped disaster.

And Aya Tone, looking at Wu Xin, curled his lips slightly, as if plotting to find another opportunity to show off his singing skills.

This was only the second session. No rush.