MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

"What?" ACCね looked at the sound engineer who was pulling her aside. The engineer waved her other hand, indicating the phone in her hand.

"Eh!" ACCね immediately realized and looked at the phone in his hand.

"forget!"

The newly posted message was deleted in a great hurry, but there's no doubt that someone saw it.

The sound engineer looked at ACC.

"You've offended someone!"

"I forgot! Why didn't you remind me!"

"You didn't tell me when you were typing, how am I supposed to know!"

"It's all over!" ACC sighed. "But it really won't work, look at these spectators."

It seems like the audience just came to listen to a song, didn't enjoy it much, and didn't remember it well. They might not even remember what they were performing later.

ACC shook his head. "I hope the official team will quickly step in to save the day after I finish speaking. Otherwise, if those veteran music critics hear this at this time, they won't know what to say, especially after I posted it."

"You knew that too!" the sound engineer sighed. "Next up are the professional stage, oh, it'll be the amateur stage's turn soon."

"There's nothing we can do about it!" ACC shook his head.

“Sizzle——”

A noise, like someone dragging a sword across a steel plate, came from the loudspeaker.

In an instant, everyone covered their ears.

Then look at the place where the noise is coming from.

Located opposite the professional stage, on the amateur stage.

The curtain slowly opened, and at some point, only the stage light shone through the curtain.

After the noise disappeared, a deathly silence followed.

Like the only lighthouse on a stormy sea, a crescent moon shines through it, leaving behind a path called the Audience.

Standing beside the loudspeaker, the spirited black-haired girl, dragging a sword, looked up at the crowd.

As the song began.

It was a young girl's soft murmur.

"Tonight, the new moon rises; tonight, the dolls gather."

"On the stage of the puppets, puppets stand tall; beneath the stage, at this moment, is the day of awakening, the day of rebirth."

"Let the crescent moon fall, and let the puppet become human."

"Let's begin, tonight's dance."

The blue-haired, masked girl stood before everyone, lifted her skirt slightly, and bowed to them.

The girl who raised her head nodded to the black-haired girl with a sword who was passing by.

Then, it began to roar.

As I listened to the intro, I suddenly trembled. The intro made my body feel inexplicably goosebumps.

Compared to the other two in the three nights, his musical emotions are the highest, and his sensitivity to emotions is also the highest.

That burgeoning, most pure emotion beneath the metal core, a desire as vast as the ocean, seemed to threaten to overwhelm him.

I instinctively hugged myself and backed away, but then I realized there was no sea, only the soaring feeling of the prelude.

"Can you hold it in?" The prelude is filled with longing and such intense emotion.

In most bands, the lead singer is always the one who puts the most emotion into their performance. Only in this way can they suppress everyone else's emotions and sing their own voice.

Now, no matter which band plays it, it's a prelude to heavy emotions. Can this lead singer handle it?

"不了られて秋れ流す音のない音狠く, (can't help but make a sound under the teasing)"

"My name is the name of the house, I have thrown away all my names, and you are blurry and crying."

The sound engineer crossed his arms, took a half step back, and inhaled sharply. The moment the sound came out, the way it tilted was mesmerizing, and there was a feeling that something in his body was changing little by little through the song. As a musician, he was always sensitive to being influenced by others, so he subconsciously took two steps back and looked at ACCね beside him.

How would you rate it?

"When the intro started, I was thinking about what kind of lead singer could handle it."

"and then."

“Phew, look at my hands, I’ve got goosebumps.” ACC ne laughed. “That’s what you call coordination. When the lead singer starts singing, the band’s voice resonates in response, but the emotions that burst forth are even more terrifying. Can you hear it? There’s an ethereal quality under this heavy metal. It’s a bit much, but that ethereal quality under the metal is like the lead singer pouring his emotions into your body and mind after you’ve cleared your mind of everything, making it unforgettable.”

"No, it's not that the band's emotions were suppressed by the lead singer. It's that the band's emotions were just a stream that merged into the lead singer's ocean of emotions, almost completely shared feelings."

"I've never heard of this professional band before! Where did this 'galactic battleship' come from?! Let Sasaki and Kawamura take a look, this is outrageous!"

"Don't tell me it's a new profession!! It's too abnormal! It's too much! How are we old folks supposed to compete? This emotion, it just bursts forth, and my head is still buzzing. Others sing out their emotions, but they turn their emotions into threads, weave a song, and then let it flow out with their voices, etching words into people's hearts and minds."

"Is it really that extreme?" the sound engineer asked.

"...It's very simple. When you're bored, you'll intentionally or unintentionally find this song to listen to, and you'll hum it from time to time. That's the absurd part. But when you hear anyone sing it, you'll feel that it's wrong and sounds bad." ACCね looked at the band above.

"So, what band is it? Is it from abroad? I don't know much about foreign bands, so..."

"No, domestic, a new band."

"A new profession? That's outrageous! Where did these galactic battleships come from? How are we old folks supposed to survive? This is too much! You know how we old folks even got to this point? When the gods created the numbers, they didn't even know how to slightly..."

“Amateur,” the sound engineer confirmed.

"what?"

"An amateur band, just over 100,000 followers."

"..."

"Why aren't you saying anything? Aren't you afraid of getting hit by a car?"

"I'm not afraid anymore. The whole industry is going to be hit anyway, and I'm not the only one who'll suffer. It doesn't matter."

ACC looked at the stage, then turned and pointed at the sound engineer, saying, "Look at this, look at this, what a load of crap!"

"It's fine, it doesn't conflict with my work anyway. I'll go over and offer myself as a free sound engineer another day. I'm a guy who's now on a galactic battleship." The sound engineer shook his head and said casually.

“…” ACC looked at his sound engineer.

Then look at the lead singer of Typhoon Invincible walking around.

And then there's the keyboardist swinging his arm; as the camera pans, the keyboardist appears on the big screen, lightly covering his lips.

And at the end, the lead singer's roar~

Even after the sound ended, the entire venue remained silent.

ACCねClose your eyes.

The faint echoes in my ears still carry the lingering emotions that have stopped but not yet ceased.

"An amateur band?"

I stared at my phone screen, ignoring the increasing number of private messages, and typed out my comments.

The guitar was overflowing with emotion, the bass was whispering softly, but the drums were just electronic synthesizers and lacked emotion, which was a bit inferior. However, it's normal that there wasn't a suitable drummer.

Finally, there's the purity of the keyboardist—an almost detached, emotionless, and indifferent state, devoid of their own feelings yet resonating with others, ultimately creating a grand spectacle!

I want to play a game with that keyboard warrior. To be honest, that emotionless feeling is so pure that I want to see if my feelings can elicit a response from her.

how to say.

Although I shouldn't, the lead singer of this band's talent and passion deserve my applause, but being the competitive person I am, I still want to prove that I might be even better than her.

However, even so, the keyboardist still became the last resort, holding back everyone's emotions.

I wanted to see if I could resonate with her and move her heart through my voice and emotions.

"You're using your own phone!"

“Yes.” ACCね nodded. “Your account is not qualified to comment on them.”

"Huh?" The sound engineer's eyes widened.

. . . . . .

"そうこのまま壊（こわ）れて(Like this)"

Chu Hua sang loudly, and after the lyrics ended, there was a shout that lingered until the very end.

The lead singer is incredibly dedicated.

When the song ended, he looked at everyone in front of him, but there was no response.

He subconsciously looked at Xiangzi.

Xiangzi also narrowed his eyes slightly, looking a little worried.

"Is it not good?"

Xiangzi thought to himself, "I feel like I've already done a really, really great job."

“I’m obsessed.” Ruoye Mu came over and pulled everyone together, saying.

"Yes, look at them in the audience, their eyes are wide open." Hai Ling came over, and the group stood in front of the stage, bowing to the audience in gratitude.

This was followed by a round of applause from the entire audience.

Look up, and you'll see people all over the mountains cheering for you and moved by your voice.

Even the well-informed Chu Hua gently pulled Xiangzi's hand closer.

They murmured and cheered for my and Xiangzi's performance.

Not to mention others.

One by one, they picked up their belongings and left the stage, bowing in gratitude as they looked at the cameras.

Chu Hua and Ruo Ye glanced at Xiang Zi, nodded, and went downstairs.

Hailing followed closely behind Xiangzi, still somewhat dazed.

Is it over? I don't know, it doesn't feel real.

A truly grand stage.

I've dreamt countless times of that grand stage I never got to perform on that day.

Watching Xiangzi bow to the camera and leave the stage, I subconsciously followed suit.

"This is my rider, Timoris the Knight of Fear. Those who come before him shall proclaim his name!"

Xiangzi came over from the side and was the first to shout out Timoris.

After that, the audience watching the big screen cheered in unison, one by one, in groups.

"Timoris!!!"

"Timoris!!!! Lady Knight!"

"Timoris!! So cool!!"

The cheers that filled the mountains and fields, the laughter and merriment of a few years ago, have finally stopped, and now...

The crowd chanted Timoris's name, praising themselves.

Things that were not done were accomplished, and things that were not proven were proven.

An empty band is now roaring through the music festival.

They were calling my name.

Timoris.

They cheered for their music.

At this moment, the mark of the band has finally and completely disappeared.

Only left.

AVE MUJICA.

Timoris looked at the audience below and on the stage.