Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 334 Villain
"By the way, if I hadn't been so clever and the program team hadn't caught me in the act of using the support software, Lord Xia Fan wouldn't have been caught up in the public opinion storm..."

"This crime of arrogance is unforgivable. I can only pay it back by using my weak body to serve Master Xia Fan for the rest of my life..."

"Everything has been arranged. As soon as the performance is over, 50,000 Xia Ribing will lead the charge and personally take back the number one popularity position from Lord Xia Fan!"

While watching the recording, Aiba Yui typed blindly on her laptop with both hands like a storm. On the homepage of the "Midsummer Shrine" website, a "Last Cheering Strategy" was being prepared...

"Zizizizi... This is the information team... The facial recognition of the audience has been initially completed. No criminal record or communication or financial transactions with the Amabie organization have been found so far... OVER."

"Received by the field team. Thank you for your hard work. Information team..."

Suddenly, a voice carrying electricity came from the intercom that she had thrown on the ground.

Higurashi and his team were frustrated in their mission in Osaka, and Section 9 was short of manpower, but the routine security measures for Xia Fan were not cancelled...

Because of the shortage of manpower, the information team temporarily transferred her here to "assist security", so Aiba Yui could use her power for personal gain in the surveillance car and watch the performance on site...

This saved her the effort of using "gray means" to hack into the program team's server and cameras.

"Surveillance car, is there anything unusual at the recording site? Please reply if you receive any..."

Then, the agent's questioning came again on the intercom.

"The surveillance vehicle received... There is no abnormality at the recording site..."

Hearing that it was a call to her own "surveillance car", Aiba Yui hurriedly picked up the intercom and responded.

"Wait a minute... Information Group, please share with me the results of the face verification of the audience and the access rights to the personal information files..."

Suddenly remembering something, she made another request on the communication channel.

"Understood, I have shared it with you."

"Received, thank you..."

Yui Aiba retrieved the personal information of the audience shared by the Metropolitan Police Department, imported it into the AI ​​program, and began a full-scale comparison.

As the information team concluded, these viewers, who were of mixed age and gender, all came from the vicinity of Tokyo, had no criminal record, and had no connection with the Amabie believers who had been arrested...

"On the surface, it does look very clean... But why do these audience members give me a very strange feeling? They don't seem to be enjoying the stage at all..."

Aiba Yui, who watched every performance live, instinctively felt something strange hidden behind the overly calm audience.

"For a hacker, being too clean can sometimes be considered 'unclean'."

She casually clicked on the files of several viewers and retrieved the consumption records corresponding to the winning cheering tickets...

"Sure enough, these winning tickets seem to come from various support channels, and the payment accounts are also varied..."

"But none of these people spent money from their 'own accounts'!"

"Could it be that……"

With a flash of inspiration, she found an important clue in the massive amount of data...

"Assholes, these audience members are simply hired by the production team to make trouble!"

"I see. They must want to control the on-site votes to suppress Lord Xia Fan and prevent him from getting the bonus popularity votes..."

Coming to the conclusion, Aiba Yui knocked on the table angrily.

"Ahem, Agent Aiba, the communication channel is still open. Please do not discuss matters unrelated to work during the security mission..."

"Everyone is helping to vote and looking forward to Consultant Xia Fan's victory. We are the same as you. But our mission is only to ensure the safety of Master Xia Fan. The behind-the-scenes manipulation of the program team has nothing to do with us."

Over the intercom, comforting reminders came from the agents.

"I apologize to everyone for my unprofessional attitude just now." Aiba Yui calmed her breath and was about to close the database window when she suddenly opened another interface...

"Wait, this viewer's online shopping record shows that besides a bunch of [beep…] supplies, why is there a white robe?!"

"And this one too. I've been buying similar things online lately. I even asked someone to custom-make a statue of a human body with a bird's beak..."

"Strange... It's really too strange... Information Group... I want to request further confirmation of the 'composition' of these viewers..."

Faced with these highly similar online shopping lists, and turning to look at the audience with the same smiling expressions in the camera, Yui Aiba felt a chill down her spine.

……

Inside the studio.

"Judging from the performances of the previous three groups, the trainees all gave their best on stage in order to leave no regrets..."

"But, they are about to welcome the worst BOYS in the entire show to challenge them!"

"Please welcome the "Villain" led by Teacher Yayoi Tsuki!"

As Goro Kimura spoke in a high-pitched voice, the entire stage suddenly became dark.

"..."

The white beam of light fell, and the place where Kimura Goro was originally standing became Xia Fan, who was wearing a white shirt, black suit, and black tie...

Behind him were trainees neatly lined up in a row, all dressed in black suits.

Xia Fan's star-like eyes swept towards the audience with an imposing manner...

When their eyes met, the audience who were originally smiling and quietly appreciating the performance lowered their heads silently.

"Such a domineering look..."

"Xia Fan seems to give people a different feeling today?"

Akimoto Manjiro was staring at the monitor, narrowing his eyes slightly and instinctively feeling a little fearful.

Normally, Xia Fan's eyes gave people an irresistible attraction, but now they have turned into a majesty that makes people subconsciously worship him.

"I'm a person who speaks my mind. If I don't say what I want to say, my face will itch..."

"So today, let's just talk it out..."

Following the strong drum beats, Xia Fan began to rap in a domineering tone, neither hurried nor slow...

His magnetic voice, which was a little hoarse than usual, transmitted emotions as sharp as a samurai sword into the hearts of the audience, making people feel as if they could taste a restless smell of blood.

After the unforgettable opening, Xia Fan stepped out from under the lights and blended into the dancing crowd.

"I've been plagued by troubles since I was a kid. Maybe I can't help it. This is who I am."

"It's not like I didn't try hard. I spent every day in the dance studio because my dad is a dance teacher."

Several other trainees stepped forward and began to rap vigorously with cool and unruly expressions.

"Yo, the rap level is just average... But, this group changed the lyrics from the beginning, it's really bold..."

"The rhyme and rhythm of the lyrics are completely in Mr. Kato's style. It seems to be his idea, right?"

Shota Hirai, who had just returned to the mentor's seat, began to shake his head excitedly.

(End of this chapter)