Inferior females become internet sensations across the entire galaxy

Chapter 485 A Disgraceful End of Life
No matter how dissatisfied everyone is, the competition continues.

After the collaborating singer of the second composer finished singing, the instrument gave a score of 29...

The enraged second composer smashed everything in the small studio to pieces.

"Damn it, are you machine race people sick? Are you deliberately messing with us??"
The music I composed was once purchased by the state, how dare you give me a score of 32?
"Damn it, open the door! I'm not playing with you bunch of idiots anymore!"

Faced with his anger, the machine race member asked again expressionlessly, "Are you sure you want to withdraw from the competition?"

"Yes! I'm withdrawing from the competition!"

"Okay, we'll have someone come and escort you out."

As for penalties and compensation, those will naturally not be discussed in the live stream.

[No? Just like that, they left?]
[That was too impulsive. If he had stayed, he might have been able to turn things around, but he quit immediately. Now everyone will remember his 29 points.]
[She's so sensitive, so easily discouraged. Even Benn-sensei didn't give up.]
[However, the Mech race really overplayed their hand this time; the score they're awarding is just outrageous.]
I still can't accept Ms. Ben's grade.
...

Some composers with later numbers hesitated for a moment before requesting to withdraw as well.

They didn't think they were any better than the two master composers before them, so they figured they might as well quit early to avoid getting even fewer points and embarrassing themselves.

After all, there are already precedents to learn from.

As long as they run fast, the lower-scoring teams can't catch up with them!
However, many people were still unconvinced.

Tiffany even said to the live stream with a hint of smugness, "Hmph, I knew that back then that a lot of people's abilities were just hyped up."

Back then, there were few entertainment options; even a song composed by a pig would be popular.

"You see, things are different now than before. Those whose skills are questionable simply can't survive in this kind of situation."

[My dear brother, please shut up! You've offended a whole bunch of people with just one word.]
[Oh no, I have a feeling Tiffany is likely to get beaten up after the competition.]
[Don't feel bad, okay? My bag got hit.]
[No way, how dare he? Publicly proclaiming his belief in those older, revered figures in front of hundreds of millions of netizens is just empty praise...]
[Probably because my emotional intelligence is low enough...]
Jiang Qin naturally heard the noise outside.

Although she was a little worried that she wouldn't get a high score, she wasn't about to back down at the last minute.

She just couldn't figure out how that instrument measured the scores.

Because of the two songs she just performed, she really thought they were good, at least better than those songs on the StarNet that used synthesized sounds.

But even a song like this can't even pass the test.

The program continued after all the composers who wanted to withdraw from the competition had left.

The songs that followed generally fluctuated between 20 and 60 points, and no one, including Jiang Qin, was able to break 70 points.

The selected female singer closed her eyes and took a deep breath on stage.

Who's afraid of a woman becoming an ambitious woman?
Go dream, go chase, go ask a question
How are you different from me?
...

"I am trapped, holding up a plaque, forcing me to bow down into the dust..."

Jiang Qin felt that both the lyrics and the melody of "The Ambitious One" were very suitable for this kind of competition.

Since everyone is still figuring things out, it's a good time to try out different styles.

After the song ended, everyone stared nervously at the sound-measuring instrument.

A number slowly appeared on its screen...

【78】

"Wow, why did she get 78 points?"

"Where are the staff? Where have you all been? Come out here and explain yourself!"

Why did this song get 78 points, while my song only got 23 points?
Am I really inferior to a junior in the music industry?

She could barely accept that she was inferior to the younger generation, after all, times are constantly changing.

But isn't it a bit much that the two are so different? Could it be that the mechanical race is deliberately promoting them? Intentionally throwing out bait to lure these old guys out to embarrass themselves and become stepping stones for others?

In the end, not only does the person who was promoted reap both fame and fortune, but they can also reclaim the bait used to lure them into this group?

Damn it, absolutely damn it!!

The helpless host solemnly explained again: "This competition is absolutely fair, just and transparent!"

There was no behind-the-scenes manipulation, and certainly no plan to create a god. To avoid any appearance of impropriety, none of our mechanical race's composers or singers participated.

He really didn't want to explain anymore.

This instrument itself has very high audio requirements; after all, it's just a machine, so you can't expect it to have any level of appreciation.

What they want is something useful.

If they just wanted good-sounding songs, there are so many on the StarNet platform; they didn't need to invite these composers at all.

So what they want isn't something that sounds nice; what they want is something useful.

Unlike many other races, the mechanical race has only a small portion of flesh and blood in their bodies, with the majority being composed of machinery.

They were once just an ordinary alien race in the universe, but thousands of years ago, their race was on the verge of extinction.

They are weak and have a low birth rate.

Although they are weak, their brain development is very powerful, making them the most complex race in the entire interstellar space.

Many inventions were created by their people.

The genetic combination of humans and beasts from their home planet was also something they researched.

So, in order to change the fate of their race, which could only ever be strategists and advisors, but never generals, their ancestors conducted a great study.

That is to preserve their brains and implant them into mechanized bodies.

In this way, they can not only live forever, but also have a powerful body.

However, in doing so, they will also lose a lot.

The five senses are one of them.

People use their noses to smell, and they use odor-capturing systems to analyze odors.

Everything has been turned into data.

The most frightening thing is that their brains are degenerating.

The longer you live, the more mechanized your life becomes, and the faster your brain degenerates.

If this problem isn't solved soon, many years from now, the mechanical race will become a race of idiots.

This is something they cannot tolerate.

But now it's impossible for them to go back to the way things were before and stop being mechanical.

Because they abandoned their physical bodies, all newborns of their clan are made into mechanical bodies, which are then implanted into the brains of their clan members.

In other words, their clan had long since ceased to reproduce.

When the brains of all the surviving members of their race degenerate into intellectual disabilities, their intelligent race will completely disappear from this universe.

So all the research they're doing right now is about how to stop brain degeneration.

Sound waves are one such idea, and the probability of success is very high.