Cyberpunk: From Dogville to Legend

Chapter 354 Source of Fire【9K】

"Then let's write this song, let it become a fire, and burn away Pei Zhuo's petrified face!"

Mendelsohn slammed his fist down on the table in the dressing room, which was covered with cosmetics.

That was fucking dirty play!

Even the usually taciturn drummer A couldn't help but curse Pei Zhuo Petrochemical for such inhumane behavior after hearing the whole story.

Li still couldn't quite believe it—

"Hey, wait a minute... I still can't believe the company would do this."

The most important reason why this world is so terrible is that the company's behavior is utterly inhumane.

Cutting off the supply chain is a messy, unfinished investment that's hard to clean up. If you just set it all on fire, there wouldn't be so much trouble.

"Just a few hundred lives."

That's certainly how the CEO sees it...

"You know what this is, this is the so-called team optimization plan. I've investigated... the secrets of big companies. Any company's optimization department would do the same thing." Lin Yue felt that it wasn't just Peizhuo Petrochemical; if it were Arahabaka, they would have been even more efficient and thorough in their cleanup.

Everyone fell silent. Mendelsohn paced back and forth, unable to vent the fire in his chest, and could only sit down resentfully.

Among them, the most talented was the lead singer K, so they all hoped that K could write a song that expressed the most direct feelings about this bloody case.

They will be responsible for composing the music.

This is how the team has always worked together.

"Do not."

This was the first time Lin Yue had refused a collaborative division of labor.

They thought this was hesitation, after all, it involved the company's truly vital interests, and if they let Peizhuo Petrochemical peel off this mask, the subsequent retaliation would be unknown.

No one present truly understood this energy company. They controlled 80 percent of North America's energy production. To put it bluntly, even the generators that powered guitars might contain Pfizer's Methanol 2 fuel. This was a truly ironic reality.

"K, you think this is a huge deal, right... I understand, I understand."

Mendelsohn also calmed down a bit.

It seems that even after working together for so long, we still don't really understand each other.

Everyone expresses anger differently; Lin Yue simply didn't want to monopolize this way of expressing emotions…

"We all need to write lyrics!"

The dressing room was dimly lit, with most of the ambient lights in garish green and pink, while the young man's dark pupils shone brightly.

"Since the company hopes to complete the cleanest and easiest way to cut off the industrial chain with a single fire, then let's light another fire and burn the artificial skin on these guys' faces to a crisp."

The story was known in the streets of Santo Domingo, but no one dared to elaborate.

As long as you sing it out, someone will naturally understand.

Lin Yue designed the lyrics to be mostly metaphorical, which perfectly aligns with the song's original intention.

Once it causes a reaction, the company will definitely not be able to cover up the fire hidden in the paper.

But his teammates lacked confidence.

"Can we do it, K?"

Li nervously picked at his fingernails, which were swollen from washing dishes at the restaurant.

"Row."

"I don't believe that you guys who wrote our debut song are lacking anything. Write what you think, write what you feel, and we'll polish this song tonight."

This is generally what it means to share the same ideals and goals.

Lin Yue has always believed in this word.

Whether they are dreamers or rock band members, each identity relies not only on emotions but also on an unspoken, unified ideology.

Everyone stood up; their clothing, appearance, and behavior were likely vastly different from the stereotypical image of a "good person."

Smoking, drinking, and even rebellion.

But they could not tolerate the bugs in this world, nor could they tolerate the bloody tragedy happening in this city that was already beyond repair. They knew who the culprit was.

"The Source of Fire".

It's the name of the second song after "Danger".

The purest things are often what people produce when they are at their poorest, and this has a certain basis in any theory of creation.

No one writes lyrics worse than me.

Li wiped the sticky, cheap lipstick off her lips, biting a cigarette butt. Her handwriting was truly appalling—the smoky makeup made her look listless, but the content of her writing was undeniably powerful. Lin Yue could tell from the first sentence that this girl had explosive energy hidden beneath her thin exterior.

"Heartbeat and all data reset to zero..."

"No coffins shaped for the exploited..."

These two lines of lyrics alone made Lin Yue feel that he had made the right choice.

There is more than one person in the band, so there should be more diverse expressions.

Women's delicate and sensitive thinking is more suited to the metaphor approach.

Li blew the ash off her cigarette on the table, giving an awkward smile, because she felt that K's face remained expressionless...

God knows why the rebellious girl at home is actually the most humble one in the band.

Interest is a great teacher; that's absolutely true.

"Brilliant."

"Huh? Uh... I... I just wrote it randomly..."

As Li rubbed his fingers, he felt as if he were hallucinating.

Hearing a crude compliment from Lin Yue, a man who always carried an aura of sternness and intimidation that even she found somewhat frightening…

"I go?"

Mendelsohn craned his neck to get a peek, but Lin Yue ruthlessly refused.

All creations will be distorted once they are influenced by other people's styles. Lin Yue doesn't know where he learned it from, it's as if he was born to do this.

In contrast, A—

That looked no different from writing a ransom note.

One foot was propped up on the chair, his pistol sat on the table, weighing down the papers. The worn-out ballpoint pen barely produced ink; judging from its appearance, it seemed to have been taken from some prison (the pen's design lacked a sharp point to prevent inmates from causing trouble)...

He could only feel happy for Li.

"Wow, Li is awesome."

K asked me to write lyrics before…

As he spoke, he surprisingly revealed a sorrowful expression.

Lin Yue felt a chill run down his spine, followed by a sense of helplessness.

"It's really hard to explain... so I'm looking forward to your performance this time."

"How should I put it in the lyrics last time... it was as boring as me buying a freshly squeezed lemonade at a burger joint today, and then adding that it was a real lemon."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Mendelsohn laughed so hard his front teeth almost showed.

Playing in a band is just that real.

But everyone undoubtedly enjoyed the process; at least they were filled with hope with each effort, as if they foresaw the future and power of the song.

Even Li, who had just received praise and was nodding repeatedly with a forced smile, felt greatly encouraged.

"Thank you."

At this moment, this is no longer the most wretched bar backstage area in Night City—

A group of young people, including Lin Yue, were also conceiving the idea that each burning cigarette was like a spark in the night sky, illuminating a tiny, unlit spot beneath the steel frame of Santo Domingo...

Source of fire.

……
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Cyberspace.

The world outside the black wall resembled a night sky shrouded in blood-red aurora, at least from a visual perspective.

Those blood-mist-like lights seemed to move, sometimes near, sometimes far, elusive and unpredictable…

But they are the winners of the survival of the fittest in the forest law on this side of the black wall, beings that can reign supreme in the torrent of data.

The other side of the wall is called "roaming AI" or "entity".

That seemingly distant or near distance is actually protected by the program's algorithm. The terrifying thing about roving AI is that it is unpredictable. By the time ICE reacts, the program has already begun to invade, destroying all your implants and turning your brain into a mess.

However, from the perspective of AI that has absorbed massive amounts of data and survived attacks that cannot be estimated in concrete terms…

This simply eliminated a piece of useless code.

Or perhaps it crushed a cockroach...

However, in this absolute forbidden zone of life, a body resembling a projection of human consciousness wanders.

Ott Kanning watched the network partition. Over the years, the wandering AIs here had basically settled into fixed areas, like wild beasts that had lost their purpose. Occasionally, they would sense Ott's data spores and try to approach, but they would be frightened by the massive amount of data that had been transformed from his consciousness, and would become prey trying to escape his pursuit.

Humans are peculiar creatures. While their physical brains have limited capacity and a denser network of nerves than any electronic computer, they are completely defenseless against attacks from mobile AI.

But when Soul Killer transformed it into data, it was a fundamental architecture that no early AI could match…

Ultraman is already quite certain about the physical path of the Black Wall splitting apart.

In Ultraman's view, the cause of the black wall is also a mystery, but it has been connected to himself.

Ultraman mostly follows the rules of this strange fellow creature.

There are always things she can't understand playing out in cyberspace, and everything she sees, including herself, isn't exactly a powerhouse among AIs...

Ultraman has been venturing deep into cyberspace for so long, all to help the Black Wall understand itself—

That sounds a bit strange.

But it is true.

The Black Wall itself was perplexing, and Ultraman agreed to the deal in order to obtain easy access to the Black Wall by reading the Divine Carriage.

There is no time limit, but Ultraman won't wait until the Black Wall loses patience.

and so.

Ultraman adopted Lin Yue, a human from the real world, for a common purpose.

In her opinion, Lin Yue was strong enough and special enough, that was enough.

The same logic applies to choosing V at any time...

It's just unclear whether it's a good thing or a bad thing that someone with Lin Yue's freakish intelligence learned about internet technology. At the same time, that guy has a kind of Ultraman-like interest in certain things, and he executes everything with a program-like focusedness.

If she could still be human, what she would most like to do is like Lin Yue, to experience different lives, to do nothing but feel the breeze on her skin and the dampness of raindrops on her body…

Ever since Lin Yue connected to the network in Badlands, something new has appeared in his subconscious.

The hatred towards the company seems to be the culmination of long-term pressure, but Otto knows better that it is more like the result of long-term training. Obstacles like the company cannot be eliminated in the real world. Everyone will be unhappy, and this process will continue indefinitely, like an unsolvable problem.

In the shallower area beyond the Black Wall, ten roaming AI-level entities reside, and the Black Wall splitters disappear here.

"What's the purpose?"

Ultraman began a dialogue with himself.

It should be noted that Orion, which Lin Yue had annexed, and some of the Black Wall AI had already been captured by Ultraman. Asking himself was actually a way of using tools.

[Inquire with Orion] → [Utilize the high sensitivity to mobile AI] → [Continue to complete route positioning]

[Inquire with the Black Wall AI] → [Use the approximation principle of data similarity algorithms] → [Complete route simulation]

Every time she ventures into cyberspace, she does these two things.

To put it more clearly, she is trying to train the AI ​​in these two parts to think and obtain results.

"The objective is to find the source of the fire."

For the first time, trillions of simulations have shown signs of yielding an answer.

This is what the Black Wall Split AI deduced.

Orion also indicated for the first time more than 90,000 possible paths...

What does "source of fire" mean?
Ultraman found the most universal explanation: Prometheus was punished because he brought fire to mankind.

Another possibility is the location or materials where the fire initially started after a large fire has ended.

Programmed thinking and human logic complement each other, which is the driving force behind Ultra's existence on the other side of the black wall, establishing Shangri-La and sheltering digital souls—she is clearly different from the "beast".

"It's a pity. Those 'blue-eyed' weirdos might know something, but... the defenses were too tight. It's a real shame that we missed that opportunity."

Ultraman continued to provide hints to the Black Wall AI.

But there was no response this time.

Either it's something the Black Wall doesn't need to pay attention to, or it's too complex for the Black Wall to handle.

Lin Yue's little actions did not escape Ultra's eyes. That girl (Lucy) had touched a certain entity and obtained something.

Ultraman didn't want to offend Lin Yue.

That's why we didn't break the ice.

In her view, this was based on the mutual willingness to cooperate. After all, she could eliminate this human at any time, so it was inevitable that the other party would not trust her.

But Ultraman's goal was never to gain the other party's trust; a fair exchange was sufficient.

I believe Rin will repay me in the same way.

Now that the answer has been revealed, the crucial question becomes: where is the source of the fire?

There are only over 90,000 possible paths, and even someone as powerful as Ultraman couldn't divide himself into 90,000 paths to search for them one by one.

If it were a conventional method, Ultra would have created AIs to search for the path one by one… [She created countless AIs specifically to enter the sacred vehicle], and although she failed, given her abilities, she could have easily done so…

But at this critical juncture, Ultraman chose another method.

She was wondering if all these paths were fraudulent.

There are many places in cyberspace that she cannot enter, such as the initial point of the algorithm collapse, the initial point where the legendary hacker Bartmouth released the Rabies virus. No entity has ever approached or come out from there, so Otto must first rule out whether it leads to that place.

If one has some imagination, such a bizarre AI as Blackwall might be inextricably linked to the collapse of cyberspace.

If this is the case, Ultraman will have no choice but to temporarily shelve the plan.

Without any hesitation or delay, Ott immediately began his calculations.

More than 90,000 paths, these seemingly unrelated numbers often conceal data fabricated by AI after deception, and Ultraman is the one who can distinguish between the real and the fake.

Sure enough, choosing the right direction makes all the difference.

The Black Wall's AI finally pointed out the direction for the second time, though it seemed very reluctant to reveal the answer.

Every outcome requires the assistance of certain conditions.

It requires Lin Yue to delve deeper into cyberspace—

Ultraman, who had abandoned his humanity, didn't care about anything else and simply used his methods to make the AI ​​obediently reveal the correct route.

"Black Wall said he wanted his involvement, but you didn't mention it."

Whether it's playing dirty tricks or AI, Ultraman believes that the Black Wall AI is not the real entity, and the necessary conditions may not be met.

If the AI ​​behind the black wall possessed human-like qualities, it's probably not far from cursing right now...

Otto herself was unwilling for Lin Yue to venture into cyberspace; she preferred Lin Yue to take the risk in assisting her into the Divine Carriage. Currently, there wasn't a perfect opportunity she had observed to enter the Divine Carriage, so she didn't want her agent to take the risk. However, Otto quickly discovered the problem—

The source of the fire is related to Lin Yue.

About a year ago, an address outside the Black Wall established a data channel with Lin Yue through an algorithm unique to the Black Wall itself, and even allowed him to receive instructions. Despite the implant destroying his nerves, he almost stepped outside the Black Wall.

What infuriated Ultraman even more was that something in the fire source used the digital soul habitat Shangri-La, which he and the other supervisors had created together, as bait, and almost lured this special being outside the Black Wall to kill it!

This is probably the main reason why Lin Yue is wary of him.

No?

Ultraman silently floated in the red and black network hell, and decisively left after his attempts failed. This is the superiority of AI thinking: when execution fails, it resolutely chooses the path that allows it to continue.

……
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Santo Domingo, Red Clay Bar.

People who have finished work like to come here to have a refreshing iced beer.

Due to climate destruction and the widening ozone hole, heavy physical labor under sunlight has become a high-risk job. Workers must have bio-technological artificial UV-resistant skin provided by the company to obtain this opportunity. Their daily wages are subject to deductions of 10% for the basic cost of the prosthetics (including skin and arm modifications), 5% for late payment management fees, and high insurance premiums…

At home, there are children waiting to be fed, so being able to spend one euro to buy a glass of industrial beer here is the greatest happiness of the day.

Of course, if there's an underground band playing at the bar, then today is considered a lucky day.

They don't understand music, but they know how to pass the time.

But it's not just workers here; gangs, middlemen, mercenaries, merchants—even corporate employees come here. As long as you don't say where you're from, you're a customer.

The only condition is not to cause trouble. Most bars have fully disarmed security measures in place. If you want to cause trouble, you can experience the "deep education" of being dragged into an alley by a gang...

Red Clay Bar has certain requirements for the bands that perform there.

The bands here aren't rock stars signed by any big labels, but they're all veteran rockers from Night City, with consistent musical styles, a stable fan base, and decent donations and residency fees...

But today, Hongni is not like that.

"What the hell do you mean? You're letting a few out-of-town punks fill in for us? Did I hear that right?"

A bearded man with a cigarette dangling from his lips sat backwards in a chair, his chest against the chair back, a disdainful smile on his face.

The owner of Red Clay was a bald, middle-aged man who lounged casually in a chair, with two underlings standing beside him.

“I need to make money too. The new band is pretty energetic, they have… some talent, and if anything goes wrong, we don’t have to pay them. What about you? A thousand euros a night. Which do you think I should choose?”

The band members leaned on him and said, "Rock and roll died at the hands of you bunch of bastards."

The boss shook his head.

"While I was throwing Molotov cocktails outside Arasaka Tower with Silver Hand, you guys were still playing with eggs over there. If you want to sing, then next week."

"Or I can find someone else—"

His shrewd eyes stared at the overly idealistic rock youth. "Who the hell do you think you are? Kerry? Help me out, you're broke and you're still playing rock and roll? Go play screws instead."

"True nature."

The young man's bones were prominent, and the jewelry and rings on his wrists were pushed up.

The bearded man reached out and stopped the young man. "Alright, alright, you're really something. Hmm? Well, let's see what these kids can come up with. Don't forget we signed a contract. If our revenue is insufficient, even if you beg us to come back, we won't give you a second glance."

If other bands heard what you just said, you'd be amazing if you could get a gig.

Upon hearing this, the boss's expression changed slightly.

The lead singer of this band in front of me is right. These rock musicians are a bit eccentric. You can talk about their songs, but if you say they're not playing pure rock, they'll definitely put you on their list. They're tough as nails.

"Come on, guys, let's listen to some nursery rhymes to whet our appetites, maybe we'll sleep better tonight."

A group of people squeezed out, laughing and joking. Standing at the door were Lin Yue and his group.

The bearded man raised his voice deliberately just now, so that people outside could hear him.

My shoulder was touched; the hostility was extremely obvious.

Lin Yue glanced at his shoulder, chuckled, and patted the wrinkles in his clothes without turning his head.

The band members with their hands in their pockets looked grim; they clearly hadn't expected this guy to be so composed.

It's not impossible for them to fight backstage on the spot; fighting is common among rock kids.

"You heard it too..."

The boss looked helpless. "I can't be lenient with these people. I owe the old captain a favor, and I'm going to use my future business against you for it. If you mess things up, I'll go up and get some people to kick you out. Don't ruin my business, okay?"

Most of the members of Lin Yue's team were holding back their anger.

Li, in particular, scoffed in front of the boss, "Letting those idiots play rock and roll is what truly kills rock and roll."

The boss stood up and patted his belly.

"So you know everything about rock and roll? Stop bragging and get on stage in ten minutes—"

He stormed off backstage as he spoke.

"What kind of attitude is that..."

Mendelsohn wanted to say something more.

Lin Yue first gestured to Li and Mendelsohn to stop talking, and then nodded to signal everyone to get ready.

No one mentioned that there were colleagues watching from below. Not wanting to mess things up, Mendero even slapped himself a few times to tell himself to get into the zone.

Only Lin Yue, fiddling with his guitar, joked, "What's up? A farewell performance?"

The group exchanged knowing glances, thinking, "If we mess this up, it'll be incredibly embarrassing."

The drummer said sullenly.

"Hey, listen up... if you mess up, then switch to Watson District, switch to Westbrook, just don't expect to be laughed at if you mess up."

Lin Yue patted the guitar, "If I mess up, can I take you guys somewhere else to eat?"

Everyone chuckled.

"Awesome, Boss K."

"Let's go!"

……

At 10 p.m., the bar was buzzing with energy. Everyone was downing an ice-cold beer and bragging about random things, but their eyes were subtly glancing at the stage in the corner.

"It's ND!"

ND is the name of the resident band Red Clay.

Someone shouted out, and these people are basically the band's die-hard fans. They may not be from Santo Domingo, or even Night City, but they will immediately draw everyone's attention to their idol...

Although half of the people only had a vague impression of ND, they all cheered loudly for the ND fans, as joining in the fun is a human instinct.

At the height of their popularity, even the DJs on stage played some rhythms to promote ND.

Amidst the noise, it was impossible to hear what ND's bearded lead singer was saying; he was simply shaking his head repeatedly amidst the crowd.

Everyone's curiosity was immediately piqued.

The lead singer stopped yelling in response and instead strode onto the stage, picking up the microphone from the stand…

A burst of noise calmed the noisy crowd down.

"ND didn't have any music today, but there was a really awesome band—uh, where were they from again?"

He pointed to his teammates and asked.

The people below shook their heads with amused expressions...

"Correct!"

This guy is a complete wolf in sheep's clothing. "I don't know where this awesome band came from, they're going to give us guys from Hongni a rock-bottom concert. Let's all stand in the audience and party together!"

However, these seemingly warm-up remarks actually made most people lose interest.

"Tch! I thought it was ND, what a waste of time. I bet that fat boss of Red Clay just hired some random riffraff band to save money."

"That fat guy almost fell for money... damn it."

"Why don't you guys sing? We'll throw in the money!"

Some drunkards even boasted that every bar has these show-offs who insist on paying for everything. Normally, these guys would be ripped off by the King, but today...ND is more interested in seeing how those young lads embarrass themselves.

The bearded man clenched his fist and slammed it against his chest, pointing at the guy with a look that said, "I understand you, bro."

It seemed as if the venue had become his.

After thanking them repeatedly for a long time, ND's lead singer, who had put on quite a show, finally put on an expression of being moved and not knowing how to express himself.

He held the microphone and remained silent for a long time.

Welcome to the newcomer—rock and roll never dies!

There was another burst of cheers.

now.

Lin Yue, backstage, watched these people with interest, arms crossed. Rock and roll was finally dead, and that had become a reality.

He only saw the desire for money, the theatrical embellishment, and the chaotic atmosphere of the fan circle—

"Bitch!"

Li's assessment was highly praised by Lin Yue.

Seeing Lin Yue turn his head, Li, who thought he was about to be scolded again, looked indignant. Unexpectedly, Lin Yue turned back and said calmly, "That's a pretty accurate description."

The boss inside the passageway looked extremely grim.

Heaven knows why this old captain, who usually handles car-related commissions, ended up getting involved in culture and art!

"Let's go up quickly!"

He waved his hand impatiently, urging them on.

Not only did that guy give a "touching" speech, but he was also standing on the stage watching that Asian kid walk towards him step by step...

A normal person would now face two choices:

They either put on a smiling face and say a bunch of flattering things to their seniors, which seems to be the style in Asia; or they are petty and vindictive, making everyone lose face, but the lead singer of DN guesses that the one who will lose face the most is definitely this young guy.

However, Lin Yue's expression remained extremely calm, ignoring the lead singer of DN who was blocking his way.

He beckoned to the DJ, who was dumbfounded and unsure how to control the situation, "Microphone, buddy."

The teammates behind him were initially taken aback, but then they all had a mischievous grin on their faces as they went about their business. Some plugged in their instruments, while the drummer and keyboardist exchanged song lists and came up with creative ideas for the impromptu performance.

"Want to come together?"

Lin Yue looked at the guy still standing there, blinked, and asked him in a "heartwarming" way.

Li was the first to break down; as she bent over fiddling with her instrument, her mouth nearly stretched to her ears in a wide grin, "Holy crap... hahahaha..."

The lead singer of DN is now in an awkward position.

The moment the microphone was answered, a tidal wave of boos swept in. The lead singer, who was walking off the stage with his back to them, pointed two fingers to his eyes with a "I'm looking at you" expression. He stood in the crowd, surrounded by enthusiastic fans, while only a few bored drunkards cast their gazes toward the stage.

On stage and off stage, the distinction is clear.

Lin Yue waited patiently for the boos to stop, and all the band members got into position.

Do your own thing well; external things are ultimately just external things.

If you want to sing the story you've carefully written, then don't worry about the outcome. Lin Yue believes the people of Santo Domingo would think the same way!
"K!!!"

A scream rang out.

A bunch of people who didn't look like they would frequent a bar had somehow entered Red Clay Bar: a group of vendors, a woman shouting happily with her hands raised, and a group of... elderly men and women?!

What are you doing?
The red clay shop owner's face darkened...

Fortunately, he was a businessman. Although those people didn't spend any money, they didn't cause any trouble either, so he couldn't easily order his men to disperse them.

“K…”

Several workers at the counter, complaining about how incompetent their supervisor was that day, seemed to remember something…

"This name sounds strangely familiar."

The woman next to her wiped the beer foam from her mouth. "Hiccup... Aren't there plenty of names like Night City with initials like that?"

"Too…"

"Sigh, I need to go home early tonight. I wonder if the tap is still running; I'd like to take a shower..."

Lin Yue looked at the guys who had run over to support him from the other side and gave them a relieved smile.

"Wait, is that the band that Santo Domingo brought to the company for a roadshow?"

"A company?! Holy crap!"

Someone suddenly realized something was wrong—

“K…”

"KIA!"

Several soldiers from the Sixth Street Gang were surrounded by sex dolls, their eyes glazed with drunkenness, clearly already in the mood, as they stretched their necks and rubbed their eyes.

"today…"

Lin Yue brought his lips close to the microphone. His English was extremely standard, even lacking much of the American accent. Combined with the heavily accented sound equipment, it attracted even more attention than a shout.

"A tribute to the wine and recipes of the red clay, and best wishes to Santo Domingo."

Mendelsohn's head-down movement abruptly ended, the rhythm suddenly surged, accompanied by a rapid electric guitar strumming...

Lin Yue's second statement was proven true.

Red Mud, a bar where Wu Shi used to frequent, has a menu and daily playlist in the style of old rock from the 20s.

Nobody remembers those old, worn-out rhythms anymore. However, Lin Yue wants to use this song to solidify his image. Besides, even if some people here don't understand rock, they know the power of familiarity.

A soft, chanting-like murmur.

It's the harmony of the entire band.

The addition of Li's female voice makes the entire prologue extremely attractive!
The scene quieted down considerably for a moment.

The bartender behind the counter, head down, was chatting and laughing with customers, while shaking his head at the stage as if complaining about the changed band today. His measuring cup, however, remained motionless…

[And in a hunger, hunger to buy,

Hunger makes one indiscriminate in their food choices.

Hear the wish to be oppressed,

Listen to the oppressed desires,

To at least get to be oppresed in style,

At least stylistically, they were oppressed.

The title of this song, "Supreme," is a gift from KIA to DN!
After a frenzied drumming session, Lin Yue, who appeared reserved and unassuming, suddenly let out a roar.

Freedom is slavery.

Freedom, yet enslavement!

The crowd was dark and silent in the dimly lit venue. They unconsciously moved closer to the stage. The members of the DN band felt a sense of pressure. As the guy on stage roared, a wave of shouts almost lifted the roof off!
If we consider Lin Yue as a flat blank sheet of paper, he is now three-dimensional and comes alive.

Typhoons are the most important tool for rock and roll kids to make a living; all the elements of old rock and roll are completely controlled by this young man who looks to be under twenty.

The band members' slightly tense expressions at the beginning quickly disappeared!
"Is this the original recording?!"

"Are you fucking deaf? Can't you tell the difference in Kerry's voice? How can they be the same? But I think it's really awesome, I haven't heard such an amazing voice in a long time!"

The fans below shouted excitedly.

The boss, who was watching closely from a distance, immediately straightened up in his chair.

Even though he had a prosthetic eye with a very clear image, he still couldn't help squinting. He started to wonder if he was too old...

Lin Yue bent over and gripped the microphone, placing one foot in front of the speaker. He nodded to the beat of the drums, unleashing his full expressive power. For a moment, his short, black hair, dancing to the rhythm, stunned everyone...

As the rhythm pounded, the band members looked at K, who seemed like a completely different person on and off stage, and exchanged confident smiles.

As Lin Yue's voice rose in tiers, Li's hands moved with the grace of a nimble sprite across the strings, flicking two fingers to his eyes, his target a few DN members in the crowd.

Her smile was confident and fearless.

A song from an old era is like a source of fire—

The long-silent Red Clay, where only "dead people's" records could be heard, began to heat up again!

……

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(End of this chapter)