I'm in the Ark, a player.

"Wow, they knew I didn't get enough fun just now, so they brought me two more. That's great!"

After looting everything, Qin Tianling turned around and looked at the newly spawned monsters, feeling an irresistible urge to play.

"and many more!"

One of them suddenly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

We have come here with a request!

Upon hearing that the other party had something to ask for, Qin Tianling stopped in his tracks.

That was close! I almost accidentally killed the NPC who gave me the quest.

But something's strange, why doesn't this NPC have an important NPC marker?

"Brother, I see you're quite skilled. How about joining us and making a fortune?"

Our boss can give you this amount.

The visitor bluntly extended a palm with its five fingers spread wide.

"What kind of work?"

"Our boss invested in and supported an idol group, who were originally scheduled to hold a concert at the Longmen Gymnasium. However, a rising idol group used their connections to snatch the venue and the schedule."

We can't swallow this insult.

The man paused, then his eyes suddenly turned sinister.

"We hope you can step in, kidnap one of their idols, and teach them a lesson."

Let them know that in Lungmen, there are some people you can't mess with.

[Mission: You are not allowed to attend the party!]

[Mission Description: Someone dared to steal their idol's concert venue and hold their own concert! How could they tolerate this! Kidnap the company's top idol.]

[Reward: Reverse Three-Wheeled Motorcycle (Death Stranding 1)]

What does this task mean?

Qin Tianling remembered that Texas had mentioned her afternoon and evening duties were as a bodyguard.

Does accepting this task mean I won't be able to do the task that hasn't started yet this afternoon or evening?

The reward is still a motorcycle, but I already have one, and I don't need it.

Most importantly, the extra reward is only five thousand.

"Only this much? Peko?"

Qin Tianling frowned.

Once you've tasted the wonderful rewards from the rich woman's quests, all other quest rewards seem rather unappealing.

"As expected, the 500,000 that the boss was planning to offer was still too little..."

"Sigh, I knew no sane person would risk being arrested by the Royal Guard to do this kind of work!"

"Wait, what did you just say?"

"I knew there couldn't be any normal people out there—"

"No, should we add the previous sentence?"

"Is the boss planning to give 500,000?"

"This is it! Qsave!"

"Uh... what do you mean?"

"What I mean is, when do we start?"

Qin Tianling, who had taken out a slave's headscarf and put it on, asked impatiently.

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I originally wanted to write about Mingchao's research motorcycle, but then I felt it wasn't quite right.

In the end, I chose the Death Stranding motorcycle, probably because I felt that deliverymen should use deliverymen's motorcycles (just kidding).

Chapter 70, Here's Johnny!

"I really don't know what she was thinking, actually wanting to play rock music at a concert..."

"Yeah, abandoning that sweet and energetic style to go and do something noisy and disruptive—isn't that just throwing away all the popularity you've worked so hard to build?"

As she passed by the room, she overheard the discussion among her fellow idols inside. She lowered her head slightly, pursed her lips, and continued walking forward, downstairs, to her own dressing room.

Inside the lounge, her manager was already waiting for her.

The first thing he asked upon meeting was,

"Kong, are you really not going to consider changing that piece of music?"

"no need."

Kong shook his head.

"We've rehearsed for so long... it's too late to change now."

"There's still time. You can switch to other songs you're familiar with. Your debut song is the one you know best, and the audience knows it best too. It's a solid and reliable choice, and it's the most suitable..."

"No... I'd rather not change it..."

Kong shook his head again.

"Oh, all right."

Seeing Kong's resolute attitude, the manager said nothing more, sighed, and got up to leave.

The moment the door closed, Kong felt as if all support had been removed, and she slumped softly into the chair.

She didn't know if her choice was right.

But Kong always felt that some changes were needed.

Nowadays, idols all have the same style. If I'm just an ordinary idol singing ordinary songs among so many others, I probably won't leave a very deep impression.

In today's internet age, failing to leave a lasting impression is tantamount to being forgotten.

Like candies on an assembly line with different packaging but identical tastes, viewers eat one today, another tomorrow, and forget the brands of the first two by the day after.

So for this offline concert arranged by the company, she chose rock music.

This was an attempt she made.

As for why he chose rock music?

After some thought, perhaps it was due to the Emperor's influence.

Hopefully, it will have a different effect.

"Click".

A soft sound came from the window.

Her empty thoughts were abruptly pulled back to reality. She instinctively turned her head, then froze completely.

The window was pushed open.

One hand rested on the windowsill, then the other.

And then,

A head slowly rose from below the window.

More accurately, it was a head covered by a tattered blue hood.

The fabric looked somewhat faded, there was a small hole casually cut in the eye area, and the top of the hood was very long, hanging limply behind the head.

He climbed in, turned his head and briefly scanned the room before his gaze fell on Kong.

"Hi, little idol, good evening~"

The guy casually reached out and greeted him, as if he were at home.

"?"

For a moment, I felt my brain shut down.

No... this is the 15th floor!

How did you get up here?!

No, that's not right, now is not the time to think about that!

Her body reacted before her mind could process it, jerking her up from the chair and staggering backward.

"Who...who are you?"

Kong asked somewhat nervously, his eyes fixed warily on the other person.

Are they some kind of fanatic fan?

This is just too crazy!

Wait, if it really is a fan... why is it wearing a headgear?!

"I'm here to kidnap you!"

The guy tilted his head and shrugged.

"There's nothing I can do; these are tasks assigned to me by others."

Don't blame me, I have to get the job done.

"!?"

Her heart clenched suddenly, and her face drained of color.

Am I being kidnapped again?!

Did this robber climb 15 floors just to kidnap me?!

Run...run!

She whirled around and rushed toward the door—but the other person was faster. Almost in the blink of an eye, they were at the door, stomping on it and blocking the exit.

With her only escape route blocked, and staring at this unknown kidnapper, her heart pounded wildly; she felt as if it were about to burst from her chest.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling a little flustered?"

Seemingly noticing the empty space, the other person chuckled jokingly.

But Kong was no longer listening to what he was saying; she quickly looked around, searching for a solution.

The window won't work; this is the fifteenth floor, and I can't possibly move around as freely as this guy in front of me.

Originium Arts wouldn't work either; firstly, her Originium Arts aren't offensive, and secondly, she doesn't have a staff in this room.

His position now blocks the only exit.

So all that's left is—

bathroom,

This is practically a death sentence.

But if you don't choose, you'll get arrested!

As long as you get inside, there's still a chance to be rescued!

Without saying a word, Kong rushed into the toilet and slammed the door shut!

She pressed her back firmly against the door, braced her hands against the door frame, and pressed all her weight onto it.