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

Miya hurriedly ran down the stone steps of the Jiyintai, and ran through most of the Dengrong Street in one breath. She stopped and gasped for breath when she could no longer smell the sandalwood scent under the banyan trees, but the sweet aroma of roasted chestnuts sold by street vendors.

She glanced back at the direction of the message platform, but the layers of eaves and lanterns blocked her view, and the light green figure on the bench was long gone.

Thank goodness, they didn't follow.

She raised her hand and touched her cheek that was exposed outside the fox mask; the skin there was still burning hot.

Honestly, was my reaction a bit too exaggerated...?

She just pinched my cheek, it's nothing serious, why did I run away like that, making it seem like I did something wrong?

Miya thought to herself, feeling rather down.

I should have pretended to be stunned a little longer and let the little ghost pinch me a few more times...

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I'll just do the task first.

She slapped her cheeks hard, making the fox mask tilt slightly, then straightened the mask and opened the in-game event panel.

A pale blue, semi-transparent interface appeared before her. She swiped her finger a few times and found the team rankings.

Their team was ranked in the seventies, neither high nor low.

Little Ghost sang several rounds on the radio during the day using the points left by Mi Ye. Each round attracted many passersby to stop and watch, and the barrage data was also good. Xingjie posted a screenshot in the group, saying that the number of followers of the Little Ghost fan club had exceeded 5,000.

Five thousand followers isn't a small amount; for an ordinary idol, it would be enough to make them happy all night. But it's far from enough to compete for a spot on the Kohaku Uta Gassen (Red and White Song Battle).

The top three teams on the leaderboard have been featured on the homepage for a whole day, and their popularity is far behind. Without a breakthrough, relying solely on Little Ghost singing one song after another and Mi Ye defeating monsters one by one, they still can't catch up even if they keep fighting until the end of the event.

Mi Ye exited the ranking interface and then opened the official announcement.

She had already seen the announcement when she took a taxi back to Moon Forest in the evening. It said that there would be a monster tide tonight, and the monsters would attack the main city of Lantern Banyan Street during a specified time period. At that time, a large number of monsters would spawn throughout the map, and players would get one point for each monster they defeated.

At the same time, defeating other players allows you to seize all the points they currently hold, while the defeated player's points are reset to zero.

Miya pondered for a moment, and an idea slowly took shape in her mind.

She looked up and gazed at the end of Dengrong Street in the distance.

Flames were shooting into the sky, and several flying monsters could be seen circling in the night sky; the monster tide had probably already begun.

She still had a lot of points left, so she could find a little witch who looked like she was really good at fighting, keep an eye on her, and wait until she was exhausted from fighting the monster tide and her magic was depleted. Then she could sneak up from behind, use her points to buy more exposure, and push her live stream to the top of the recommendation page.

Then everyone will see a little witch wearing a fox mask using her tentacles to tie up those glamorous idol witches on the MikuFans homepage into all sorts of erotic poses.

These sexually repressed little witches love watching this kind of stuff, not to mention that the victim is a big idol. Mi Ye can already imagine the scene of the screen being filled with comments and gifts.

Although someone will definitely recognize her, since the tentacle is such an obvious symbol, and there isn't another person in all of Bellavita who uses tentacles as their main weapon, it doesn't really matter.

If they recognize me, they recognize me; if they're despicable, they're despicable.

Anyway, she's not here to be an idol; she's here to help Little Ghost win. As long as she can make it to the Red and White Song Festival, what does it matter if she gets a few scoldings?

Miya silently cheered herself up, her right hand unconsciously clenching.

Then she emerged from behind a stall on the side of the street, crouched low, and hurried along the shadows along the edge of the cobblestone path toward the direction where the explosions and monster roars were most concentrated.

……

Meanwhile, at the other end of Dengrong Street, deep in the mountains, Fran was fighting fiercely.

The mobs spawned by the monster tide are mostly small monsters below D rank, such as slime slimes or flying vampire bats. For Fran, who can withstand B rank monsters, killing them is no different from mowing grass.

She fought her way from the foot of the mountain to the halfway point, her scythe stained with layers of demonic blood, the dark red blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight, but even so, it couldn't quell the fire in her heart.

Although Izayoi and Remi had comforted her, she was still unconvinced by that fox-masked little witch.

If you're so capable, why don't you fight me head-on? Pretending to be an NPC and then launching a sneak attack—what kind of despicable tactics are these!

Thinking of this, Fran swung the scythe even harder.

She swooped down from mid-air, her small wings folding sharply behind her, and crashed into the monster horde like a cannonball. Her scythe drew an arc, instantly slicing the horde of slimes in half.

The live chat started flooding with comments at just the right time.

[Sister Fran is so cool!]

[Speaking of which, with all this commotion, won't that fox-masked little witch come knocking on our door again?]

[If only they actually came, I can't even imagine how explosive the show would be if those two met again.]

I don't think that little witch can beat Fran; after all, she's so small, her magic capacity probably isn't that high.

[Let me be clear, Fran is no match for that little witch. Since she dared to launch a sneak attack, she must have some trump card up her sleeve.]

[A debate, please! I want to see bloodshed!]

Black monster blood splattered on Fran's face. She wiped it haphazardly with her sleeve, squatted down, and gasped for breath.

Today is the first major event of the first closed beta test of Starfall, and all players are desperately trying to accumulate points. There's no way that little fox-faced witch wouldn't participate.

She must be somewhere, mingling in the crowd, using that harmless face to continue swindling the next unlucky guy.

Fran vowed that she would find the other party today and avenge herself!

While the scythe-wielding little witch was still fantasizing about how she would discipline the other party, her outstretched magical perception suddenly detected a target.

So he raised his head, his gaze sweeping through the layers of branches and leaves into the depths of the forest.

In the deep forest, moonlight filtered through the gaps in the tree canopy, illuminating a figure.

With a fox mask, a black jellyfish-shaped head, and a height shorter than the bushes beside him, he was crouching and moving furtively among the shadows of the trees, his steps suspicious and not at all like someone up to no good.

Fran stared at the figure, then grinned, revealing two sharp canine teeth.

caught you!

She gripped the sickle tightly, her small wings suddenly unfurled behind her, and with a push off the bluestone, she silently darted towards the figure.