A Low Rank Female Goes Viral Across the Galaxy-Chapter 94: Song of Paradise Island

The host on stage was drawing the performance order.

Down in the audience, Karl, who was sitting next to Jiang Qin, suddenly blurted out, "Your songs... you don’t write them yourself, do you?"

Jiang Qin’s first reaction was, ’Did he find out about my cheat?’

Her second was that he was just trying to bluff her.

So she feigned confusion and asked, "What do you mean by that, Mr. Karl?"

"Heh, you know exactly what I mean.

A little brat who’s only eighteen, where would you get the life experience to write such compositions? I bet you found someone to cheat for you, didn’t you?

I have to admit, whoever you found has some skill. They’ve let you bluff your way through two rounds.

But I don’t believe that person has prepared a song for you for every single theme. There’s bound to be one you’re not ready for.

We’ll see!"

Jiang Qin: ???

If the Federation netizens heard this right now, they’d probably throw the video of her composing live on stream right in his face.

Unfortunately, no one in the Empire had seen that video.

So quite a few people shared his suspicion.

The composers sitting near the two of them acted as if they didn’t feel the sharp tension between them, all chatting amicably.

The atmosphere seemed quite pleasant.

At least, it was pleasant for the live broadcast cameras.

In the second row, Xini snorted coldly.

The thought that he hadn’t even broken into the top ten for the past two rounds made him so agitated that his ’rage meter’ started to rise. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

It was all this damn show’s fault, always assigning him some no-name singers.

Meanwhile, Jiang Qin was so lucky. The singers assigned to her for all three rounds had been very talented. Sak was slightly inferior, but his singing technique was still polished.

In reality, this was just an excuse he’d concocted for himself.

Anyone able to participate in the show couldn’t be too bad.

After all, this was a live broadcast for the entire universe.

Letting those without real talent participate would just be an embarrassment for their own side.

No invited power would be that foolish.

***

"The order has been decided! Next, let’s turn the stage over to Mr. Cang Hong, who will be performing Mr. Karl’s work, *Moon Roar*."

The stage background was a forest bathed in moonlight.

Suddenly, a Black-winged Lion flew down from above and let out a direct roar.

It then transformed back into its human form.

A cold, gloomy melody described the corrupt flesh hidden within the forest.

...

’I have to say, Karl’s idea this time was really good.’

’Having Cang Hong take the stage in his beast form was a straightforward, cool way to grab everyone’s attention.’

Thinking about the look she had prepared for Yue Ji, Jiang Qin wasn’t too worried. She couldn’t say she was guaranteed first place, but she was certain she wouldn’t be eliminated.

After Cang Hong finished his performance, the second to go on was the singer partnered with Jones.

The hearts of the other composers grew heavy.

The number of votes was already limited, and now two master composers had drawn the first and second performance slots.

They immediately carved up a third of the audience’s votes.

Everyone else would have to fight over the remaining two-thirds.

The most terrifying part was Jiang Qin, who had taken first place for two rounds in a row. Her song was seventh in the lineup!

Once she and Yue Ji took the stage, how many of those two-thirds would be left?

Many audience members had already been captivated by Jiang Qin’s first three songs, and they were now clutching their votes tightly, completely unwilling to cast them for anyone else.

Besides, there was a considerable number of Yue Ji’s fans in the audience as well.

***

The time for six songs passed in the blink of an eye.

"Next, let’s welcome Miss Yue Ji! She will be performing Miss Jiang Qin’s work, *Song of Paradise Island* (Web Singer Ver.)."

The sound of a door creaking open rang out.

The holographic background showed a dark room, with only a single window letting in the pale moonlight.

Shadows flickered across the floor.

Footsteps, a knock on the door...

The instrumental accompaniment created an adrenaline-pumping atmosphere.

Dressed like a porcelain doll, Yue Ji walked out from the darkness, holding an identical porcelain doll in her arms.

"Ding-dong, I have a secret

I’ll whisper it to you

Welcome to the gates of Paradise

Ding-dong, someone’s ringing the doorbell..."

The only accompaniment was a few tense sound effects; Yue Ji was essentially singing a cappella.

But her ethereal voice, with its inherent sharpness, turned the song into a unique chant.

It was a sound not of this world...

"Ding-dong, where will you hide

Don’t even think of escaping

It’s too late to escape my grasp

A forgotten memory..."

Like a doll herself, Yue Ji clutched the doll—a mirror of herself—and scurried about in terror, hiding here and there.

Knocking sounds would periodically come from the window and the doorframe.

The doorbell kept ringing. DING-DONG, DING-DONG.

Ever since she heard Yue Ji sing in the last round, Jiang Qin had felt she was perfect for this nursery rhyme.

’Although she isn’t that young, age in the Interstellar era isn’t something to dwell on.

She looks like she’s only in her twenties, so dressing up as a porcelain doll doesn’t seem out of place at all.

Especially with her brilliant blonde hair.

Her voice is another story. Singers with the Mermaid Gene are almost all masters of the high register because their voices have very distinct characteristics.

Especially the females.

Ethereal and sharp.

It’s difficult for them to sing low-pitched songs, but they can hit high notes without even trying.

If it weren’t for the set theme.

Jiang Qin actually really wanted to have Yue Ji try singing in the whistle register, but unfortunately, there was a theme requirement this time.

There are actually many dark-style songs, and quite a few are better than *Song of Paradise Island*. But considering some of the lyrics would be incomprehensible to Interstellar People, she didn’t choose them.

For example, "Chapter Seven of the Night."

The Interstellar era doesn’t have the Sherlock Holmes detective stories, so if she had chosen that song, they probably wouldn’t have understood the lyrics.

Of course, Yue Ji’s voice not being suitable was another matter.

"Why Are You Tiptoeing, Girl?" is also good. It has a livelier rhythm, and Yue Ji should be a good fit for it too.

But there’s one very absurd thing.

Interstellar amusement parks don’t have clowns, and the children don’t have fairy tale books.

Their amusement parks are games for shooting Alien Beasts in the starry sky.

They’re immersive "playing house" sessions in scientific research and invention labs.

They’re intelligence-developing quiz challenges.

They’re physical training obstacle course battles...

There are no amusement parks with carousels, clown shows, or magic shows.

If you perform a magic trick in front of an Interstellar Person, they’ll just say, "You just took that out of your Space Button, right?"

So every single Interstellar Person is a magician...’

"Ding-dong... you can’t escape..." Yue Ji ended the song in a chilling tone.

The entire venue was dead silent.

Even the hosts hadn’t snapped out of it yet. They were looking left and right, feeling as if a pair of eyes was watching them from behind.

When they finally remembered they were on a live show, they awkwardly went up, exchanged a few pleasantries with Yue Ji, and then called for the next performer.

The judges and the audience were still savoring the song they had just heard, paying no mind to what was being sung on stage now.

Jiang Qin was probably the only one in the entire audience with a clear head. She was analyzing the difference between the Mermaid’s natural talent and the soothing effect of her spiritual power.

’The voice from the Mermaid Gene has a subtle, inherent charm that makes people subconsciously listen to them.

I, on the other hand, use my spiritual power and my singing to pull them into an immersive state.

From the looks of it, Yue Ji’s ability to drive the stage’s atmosphere isn’t as good as mine.’