The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

The man who struck up the conversation looked like a thug.

He was wearing a flashy shirt with the collar open, revealing a thick gold chain around his neck that gleamed cheaply under the streetlights.

Leaning against the wall at the alley entrance, he looked the deer up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, as if he were examining a piece of merchandise.

Xiao Lu was straightforward; he no longer cared what the other person thought.

If he really is a thug, then just beat him up and rob him of his money.

"Hey, you noob, do you know any ways to make money?"

"Wow, her personality is a big plus!" The man replied irrelevantly, his smile widening as if he had found a treasure and was increasingly pleased with himself.

Little Deer didn't have time to waste her breath on such boring people, nor did she have time to play with such street urchins.

He turned to leave, his small feet already stepping out.

"Wait a moment!"

"I have a very simple job for you here. All you need to do is change your clothes and move around a bit."

The man quickly tried to persuade Lu Ziyun to stay.

"I'll give you 20,000 for one game, if you're willing!"

Twenty thousand.

The deer stopped in its tracks.

My brain is working at lightning speed. The boat ticket costs eight thousand, and with the travel expenses, ten thousand is more than enough, with some left over for emergencies. Is earning that much just once enough?

This is a good thing!

"Okay, I promise you. Take me to my workplace quickly!"

Eager to see her brother, the little deer urged the man to lead the way as soon as possible.

After passing through the dark alley, the deer finally arrived at its destination. Looking at the bright lights and bustling activity hidden in the alley, the deer's eyelids twitched.

At that time, a saying was popular in the island nation.

After the economic bubble burst, many minors were unable to find legal jobs or earn money through legitimate channels, and were forced to enter the gray areas.

They trade their youth and bodies for the means to survive, struggling to live in the shadows of society.

However, Xiaolu felt that the scene before her was no longer a gray area.

It is a yellow zone.

Are you kidding me?

Seeing his clothes, which barely covered his body and were extremely revealing, Xiao Lu's forehead veins stood up.

It was a pink short skirt suit, the skirt was so short that it barely covered the top of the thighs, and the slightest movement would expose her.

The top was a mesh inner layer, almost transparent, so it was as if you weren't wearing anything, and it shimmered with an ambiguous sheen under the light.

There was also a pair of headbands with rabbit... no, deer ears.

It was furry, brown with a few white spots, and a pair of white over-the-knee socks that were so translucent they looked like ice cream.

Little Deer never imagined that she would end up in such a place for money.

"Twenty thousand per time."

The man showed no emotion, only responding to Lu Ziyun with the promise of payment.

"Damn it! I, Master Lu, have always been sworn enemies of gambling and drugs! Sorry, Fu Hei, but I'm going to use my identity as a sorcerer to give these evil forces a good beating!"

Seeing that the deer was about to make a move, the man was so frightened that he scrambled to the backstage exit, but how could a mortal outrun a sorcerer with magical powers?

The little deer's pink fist had already pierced the man's front.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the situation offstage and outside the venue was not as he had imagined.

The people in the audience were not vicious villains.

Instead, about thirty or forty people gathered, all focused on the stage.

They were dressed in all sorts of different clothes; some were in suits and ties, some were casual, and some were dressed in outlandish outfits.

Some people held glow sticks, while others held up support signs with the names of various idols written on them.

All of this was just in anticipation of tonight's performance.

2009.

Subcultures have developed in island nations.

Following the economic bubble, some television programs were reduced, production budgets were cut, many programs were forced to stop airing, and television stations' revenues declined sharply.

As a result, many girls flocked to the Live House in the basement of the mall.

In the dimly lit, poorly equipped underground space, they exchanged smiles and sweat for meager income, youth and enthusiasm for applause from the audience, and dreams and perseverance for the means to survive.

"We're not gangsters! We don't rob people!"

"We operate through match-fixing, special events, and the funnel economy!"

"Fine, I won't do it then. If you hit me again, I'll call the police!"

So it's a legitimate business.

"Lu Ziyun, oh Lu Ziyun, what on earth are you doing?!"

The little deer recalled Fu Hei's face, a face that emerged in the darkness, radiating trust.

Lu Suo has returned to this era. He must be plotting some conspiracy or brewing some plan.

Can Fuhei handle that thousand-year-old demon all by himself?

My brother may be in danger and is waiting for me.

He needs help, he needs support, he needs his brothers to stand by his side, he needs someone to fight alongside him.

And yet, at this very moment, I am wasting my time in this place because of shame.

"Lu Ziyun, how could you let something like this block your way?"

The little deer said to itself.

Take a deep breath and then slowly exhale, as if to expel all shame and hesitation with this breath, as if to temporarily set aside all self-esteem and pride.

In the end, Xiaolu changed into that outfit.

"ciallo~"

The host opened with a slightly exaggerated but energetic voice that echoed throughout the small live house.

The spotlights in front of the stage were officially turned on.

Multicolored beams of light crisscrossed in the smoke, creating a psychedelic and ambiguous atmosphere.

"A new friend came to visit tonight, but she seems a little shy."

The host's voice carried a deliberate playfulness as his gaze fell on the backstage entrance, and he gestured with his hand in the air, making an inviting gesture.

Let's all give her some encouragement!

A round of applause and cheers erupted from the audience; some whistled, and others shouted encouragement.

The sound gathered into a wave in the small space, rushing into the ears of the shy little deer backstage, making him curiously peek out from behind the curtain.

Unexpectedly, this revealed the extra deer ears on his head, causing a stir among the audience.

Following the atmosphere, the host immediately gave Lu Ziyun the first thing to do as an underground idol.

That means giving them a cute name.

"We should call her Deer-chan..."

"Or is it still Ichi-chan?"

"Deer-chan! Deer-chan! Deer-chan!"

"LuLu-chan!!!"

"Come on, everyone, follow me!"

The host raised his hands and began clapping, his palms moving up and down in the air, setting the rhythm for the entire audience.

"Let's welcome Deer-chan!"

Amidst the overwhelming clamor, Lu Ziyun finally stood on the stage, with countless eyes fixed on his brand-new clothes.

He tried to pull up the pleated skirt, which was almost pressing down to his chest, a little with his left hand.

He was clutching his underwear with his right hand because it was squeezing his penis so tightly that it made him walk awkwardly, and every step he took was uncomfortable.

His blue hair was tied into two small bows with black rubber bands, hanging down beside his ears and swaying gently with his movements, the ends of his hair gleaming softly under the light.

The makeup artist applied a light blush to her face and a clear lip gloss to her lips, which shimmered with a dewy shine under the lights.

It makes him look like a forest deer that has wandered into the human world, with a sense of bewilderment and innocence.

The deer's cheeks were burning, and its ears were throbbing.

But for the sake of the 20,000 yen, for the ticket to Tokyo, and for the chance to reunite with Fushiguro as soon as possible, he still went on stage.

Finally, Lu Ziyun grabbed the microphone and shouted his marketing slogan to the audience:

"Support LuLuMiao! Thank you LuLuMiao!"

Then, with the hands that had torn apart countless lives, he made a heart shape and placed it in front of his chest.

Glow sticks rose and fell from the audience, illuminating his face, which was filled with shame.

To collect enough money for a ship ticket to Tokyo.

Little Lu, making a grand debut.