Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

Fran felt like she had the worst luck of her life today.

As she flapped her little wings and flew over the Lantern Street, the bluestone pavement beneath her feet was crowded with players strolling around and NPCs hawking their wares.

The clerk in the red and white shrine maiden outfit at the tavern entrance was pouring the fourth round of osmanthus wine for tasting, and steam was rising from the grilled dough stall. The whole street was as lively as if it were a festival.

But she wanted to fly in the opposite direction to a dilapidated shrine where even lantern light couldn't reach, to slay monsters.

This isn't what we agreed on!

The three members of 【Eternal Crimson Moon】 who were selected for the first test have just completed their first group broadcast debut on the broadcasting platform this afternoon.

The choreography, featuring a vampire theme and dark themes, included three scythes that sliced ​​through the red curtains of the stage, and the barrage of comments was so fast that it was impossible to keep up.

In that instant, Fran felt like she was glowing, bathed in spotlights, lifted by screams, and overwhelmed by the dense barrage of "Lady Fran stepped on me" in the comments. That was what it meant to be alive, that was the meaning of being an idol.

Then tonight the mission refreshed, and the three of them decided to divide the work and work together to earn points, playing rock-paper-scissors.

She chose scissors, and the other two chose rock.

"Why should I—!"

Fran immediately bristled, her little wings flapping loudly behind her, almost knocking away the blessing ribbon hanging next to the altar.

But the other two men kicked her down the mountain without any mercy, and before leaving, they smiled and said, "The capable should do more work."

Fran was in a terrible mood. She didn't even want to bother with her messy white hair. Dragging her large scythe, she walked towards the abandoned ancestral hall in the south of the city. The blade of the scythe left a broken white mark on the bluestone pavement, and the scraping sound was particularly jarring in the quiet alley.

The further south you go, the more desolate the street becomes. The lanterns on both sides changed from warm yellow to cold white, and eventually, they stopped hanging lanterns altogether. Only the moon, which was several times larger than usual, remained above her head, casting a pale green film on the moss on the stone pavement.

"What a miserable life!"

She looked up and sighed, the sound echoing in the empty alley, but no one answered.

The little wings drooped listlessly, the tips almost dragging on the ground.

Then I suddenly remembered that the live stream was still running.

Fran quickly cleared her throat, slung the scythe over her shoulder, and flapped her little wings again, trying to strike a pose that said, "I am strong and I have everything under control."

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the semi-transparent bullet comment bar floating on the left side of my field of vision. There were forty-seven online viewers, and the bullet comments were sparse, with several seconds between each few comments, but at least someone was talking.

"Go, Fran! I love you!"

"These wings are so cute!"

"Is this Fran, the baby?"

"A scythe and little wings, who else could it be but her?"

Fran curled the corners of her mouth, her mood improving slightly.

That's right, the mask rules in this game are completely pointless. What's the point of covering your face?

Leaving aside those idols who have never publicly revealed their abilities, can you find another idol like her in the entire Bellavita who wields a scythe and has little wings?

On her very first day playing the game, she was mentally prepared to be recognized by fans, quickly trend on MikuFans, and have her live stream popularity explode.

As a result, the live stream was anonymous, links couldn't be shared, and there was no way to drive traffic from outside the platform. Viewers could only find it randomly through homepage recommendations, and once they left, they could never find it again.

What kind of ridiculous rules are these? They're just disgusting.

Thinking of this, she became even angrier and kicked a small pebble on the roadside hard.

The stones flew out and hit the broken wall of the ancestral hall, bounced back and rolled to her feet, as if mocking her.

But it's okay.

Fran comforted herself.

Anyway, with such high recognizability, sooner or later fans will see me on the homepage. Those guys are really good at collecting coins, so my popularity will rise sooner or later.

For now, I'll focus on accumulating points. Once I have enough points, I'll buy more impressions, and everything will be alright.

Fran was lost in her own thoughts and didn't notice that she had already passed through the half-collapsed gate of the ancestral hall and stepped onto the stone slabs of the courtyard covered with dark moss.

The moon overhead was cut into pieces by the dilapidated eaves of the ancestral hall, and the plaque above the main hall's entrance hung diagonally on the lintel.

Suddenly, a sharp whooshing sound came from the left.

Fran almost reflexively dodged to the side.

A transparent spirit brushed past her shoulder, the chill scraping across her fabric and leaving a faint frost mark.

She snorted coldly and slashed horizontally with her scythe!

The blade traced a perfect silver arc in the moonlight, cleanly cleaving the soul in two. A wisp of dark purple smoke escaped from the crack and dissipated.

"A sneak attack? That's it?"

She shook off non-existent debris from the sickle, and her little wings fluttered triumphantly behind her back.

That last slash was so cool!

【Lady Fran, I love you!!!】

[Sister Fran, call me quickly!]

Fran's mood instantly brightened when she saw the comments.

The feeling of being watched, praised, and called "Lady Fran" is more real than anything else.

That's the best thing about being an idol; everything else is secondary.

Carrying a sickle, she swept through the main hall, side halls, and back courtyard, chopping and cutting vegetables along the way.

The monsters here are all low-level souls, with magical power ranging from a few dozen to a little over a hundred. They are fast but very fragile, and cutting them is as easy as slicing tofu.

It took less than 15 minutes to clear everything, and I earned 50 points.

Fran stood with her hands on her hips in the center of the courtyard, looking at the lingering dark purple smoke on the ground, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

She closed her eyes and unleashed her magical perception.

I sensed five magic points when I scanned the area just now. Did I kill five of them?

She recounted the remains of the corpse that she had chopped in half.

Five? No, it seems to be four.

She couldn't quite remember; she was chopping so smoothly just now that she might have missed one.

Perception swept across the inside and outside of the ancestral hall again, and continued to expand outward.

Outside the wall of the ancestral hall's backyard, there is a small, abandoned vegetable garden, with a dried-up drainage ditch running along its edge.

There is also a magic point, with a magic reaction of around 200, which may be a mid-level monster like a Shadow Wolf.

Fran didn't think much of it.

She'd fought shadow wolves before; aside from being fast, they weren't much of a threat. Her scythe had a wide range, and with a good prediction, one strike was enough to take them down.

She took the sickle off her shoulder, held it in her hand again, tilted her small wings forward, and floated up from the ground, wobbling as she flew towards the backyard wall.

Passing through the broken moon gate in the backyard, a vegetable garden overgrown with weeds came into view.

Withered vines clung to abandoned bean trellises, and several cracked flagstones lay piled beside the drainage ditch.

The location of that magic spot is a little further ahead of the drainage ditch, behind a small earthen slope hidden by a few crooked old trees.

As Fran flew over, she was still daydreaming.

Hurry up and finish cutting, go back and hand it in, then head back to the radio station to grab the stage.

The next stage seems to be the [Dance Pavilion] over by the wooden bridge.

I need to make sure those two bastards who pull out stones leave me a spot, otherwise they'll hide their little toys later!

Thinking this, she walked around the few crooked old trees, the sickle trailing behind her carving a deep furrow in the dirt road.

Then she saw the source of the magic point, a little witch crouching behind a sloping hill.

Short black hair with slightly curled ends; a white fox mask with red patterns covers the upper half of her face, revealing the soft, delicate lower half.

She was dressed in a pink ancient costume with narrow cuffs and a belt embroidered with small flowers. She squatted on the ground with her hands supporting her chin, like a little fox contemplating its life.

Fran almost dropped her scythe when a description of the mission suddenly came to mind.

[Complete special missions to earn more rewards]

She abruptly stopped in mid-air, her small wings flapping forward a little due to inertia, causing her to sway in the air. After regaining her balance, she looked up at the girl crouching on the ground.

"Hey, who are you?"