(Sizzle...)
(Broadcast... This is the free system Pick-up location, where you can get the system you want by depositing your brain. It's proven effective.)
(In a composite world with a chaotic timeline, this book unifies the timeline.)
(Adding another layer of protection for myself, all relevant characters are adults.)
(A lighthearted, satisfying read.)
(The plot has been slightly modified. Some supporting characters will appear in the early stages, mainly to highlight the protagonist's power. Please read patiently.)
(Please request more updates and add to your collection. Thank you, everyone. The author is open to suggestions. Any suitable plot points that don't conflict with the outline can be proposed. Or if there's a character you like and want to see included, you can also tell the author.)
(Thank you.)
The stage was swallowed by thick darkness, and even the air seemed to solidify into an inky black.
Just in this pitch-black silence, a spotlight shone onto the left side of the stage, where a blonde girl in a white dress stood quietly within the beam of light.
Her eyes closed, her cherry lips slightly parted, a beautiful song gently emerged, like vines in the moonlight intertwining with the light tremor of drums, and leading the faint hum of an electric guitar, softly singing:
"Cos," (Just because)
"I was afraid," (I was terrified)
"Was alone," (I was alone)
"In a cave," (In this cave)
"Like a stone......" (Like a stone)
Her voice was soft, with a hint of damp hoarseness, like someone whispering to an echo in an empty valley.
But every syllable landed precisely in the folds of the rhythm. As her final note lingered, the previously lazy drumbeat suddenly quickened its pace, and the guitar strings, which had been a tentative wisp, gradually twisted into a formidable, poised power, like distant thunder rolling in, making the entire stage begin to subtly tremble.
"This!" (This)
A penetrating male voice suddenly tore through the darkness, like a clap of thunder splitting thick clouds.
Almost in the same second, dozens of strong lights burst from the depths of the stage. As the colorful rays pierced the darkness, the surging figures in the audience were suddenly illuminated, and a tsunami-like cheer erupted from the previously hushed crowd.
"Dance is so dangerous!" (The dance steps are so dangerous!)
The man's voice still carried an unspent explosive force. The stand microphone in the center of the stage was locked by a spotlight, and behind the microphone, a figure with white, tousled hair stood prominently in the light.
His fingertips on the electric guitar were emitting a sharp wail, his body swaying violently with the rhythm, his white hair tracing wild arcs under the lights, yet in no way diminishing the sharpness of his handsome face.
"So cryptic it changes us," (Yet so mysterious, it changes you and me)
"But the secrets that we learn," (The secrets we learn)
"Can give power to all of us." (Will ultimately give us endless power)
His singing, mixed with the electric guitar's frenzy, was like magma breaking through the earth's crust, instantly igniting the entire venue.
The cheers from the audience suddenly rose higher. Countless girls in the crowd, tears streaming down between their fingers, still screamed at the top of their lungs, their voices almost tearing off the roof.
"Nero-kun~!"
"Ah—!!!"
"Nero-kun, look here—!!"
The drumbeat crashed down at this moment, intertwining with the electric guitar's roar into a chaotic torrent.
The lines of the man's neck were taut as he tilted his head back, sweat dripping down his jawline, falling onto the silver-glinting guitar strings, splashing into tiny specks of light.
The moment he lowered his head to pluck the strings, the screams from the audience reached a new peak, as if wanting to engulf this small stage, along with the shining person on it, into a fervent embrace.
The man's white, tousled hair swayed with the rhythm of his body, sweat soaking the strands at his forehead, pasting them to his brow. His hand gripping the electric guitar suddenly paused, then erupted into an even wilder melody, and he opened his mouth to sing loudly:
"Destination I (The final destination)!"
"Gotta invitation I (I am bound to reach)!"
"Of reality (This real world)!"
"Gonna change reality (Is bound to change)!"
Every note was like an electric current, striking hard at the hearts of the audience below the stage. The ocean of glow sticks surged violently with the rhythm, converging into a shimmering river of light.
The girls' screams never ceased, their voices already hoarse, yet they still shouted that name with all their might—"Nero-kun!"
The defiance and power in the song seemed to break through all constraints, and the waves of cheers from the audience rose higher and higher.
Just as the melody reached its most passionate climax, all instrumental sounds abruptly ceased, and the stage fell into a brief, dead silence.
This sudden quiet was like a giant rock thrown into a boiling lake; the cheers from the audience instantly rose to a deafening roar.
Countless glow sticks waved wildly in the air, forming a flowing river of stars. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the figure in the center of the stage, anticipating his next move.
Nero was slightly hunched over, breathing heavily, sweat trickling down his chiseled face, gathering into a bead at his chin, then dropping with a "plop" onto the stage floor, spreading a small, dark mark.
Seeing this, the girls in the front rows screamed even more wildly.
"Nero-kun, look here!"
"I'm here, Nero-kun!"
They waved their arms frantically, trying to get the attention of the person on stage, their faces filled with infatuation and fervor.
After the audience's cheers continued for a moment, Nero straightened up and gripped the stand microphone with the hand not holding the guitar.
He casually wiped the sweat from his face, a flamboyant and slightly roguish smile gracing his lips: "Hello everyone! Welcome to the Devil May Cry concert! I am Nero!!"
"Ah ah ah~"
"Nero!"
"Nero!"
"Nero!"
The roar of cheers swept through the entire venue like a tsunami. Fans chanted his name in unison, their voices almost tearing off the roof.
Nero smiled and waved to all the audience, his smile particularly dazzling under the spotlight.
He then slightly turned his head and nodded to the band members behind him.
The electronic music prelude, accompanied by dense drumbeats, slowly began, instantly pushing the atmosphere to a new climax.
Nero once again leaned into the microphone, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and shouted:
"Next up! aLIEz!"
The stirring music echoed powerfully through the theater, and Nero's incredibly infectious singing, like a strong storm, swept through every corner.
On stage, his white, tousled hair flew wildly, sweat gleamed under the lights, perfectly matching the frantic melody of the electric guitar in his hand, pushing the atmosphere to new heights again and again.
"Ah, that guy sweating it out on stage, that's me. My name is Chen Tian, and Nero is my stage name."
"Isn't he handsome?"
"From the two songs I sang, you should know that I am a transmigrator or a reborn person."
"Actually, not quite."
"In my memory, I've lived in this pretty decent country since I was a child. It wasn't until my parents had a car accident that my memories of my past life completely awakened."
"Only then did I realize that my memories had always been sealed. I also learned how I came to this world."
"I wasn't sent here by a 1v1 with the God of Fortune; I was directly hit by a meteor that fell from the sky and crashed into my room."
"Fortunately, I was alone in my previous life, and that meteor didn't affect anyone else, which I guess is a fortunate part of it."
"Perhaps because of that meteor, from the moment my memories awakened, two weapons appeared in my body—Yamato and Ryuujin Jakka."
"Familiar, right? One is the weapon of that white-haired fanatic who constantly shouts 'I Need Power!!'—Vergil's weapon, said to be able to cut through all space."
"And the other is the weapon of old man Yamamoto from the manga 'Bleach.'"
"These two weapons, after I obtained them, constantly modified my body."
"This head of white hair I have is a result of Yamato's modification, after all, both the son and grandson of Sparda have white hair."
"Besides these two weapons, there's nothing else. No system, no golden finger ever appeared."
"After getting these two blades, I thought the world I was in was extremely, extremely dangerous. Why else would I be given these two weapons?"
"But after I carefully recalled my past memories, I gave up."
"Why give up?"
"That girl who was singing on stage just now, do you know who she is?"
"Kitagawa Marin...."
"The female lead of 'My Dress-Up Darling,' this is a romance manga!"
"Not to mention, I currently have a student named Megumi Kato in my class, and in the next class, there's Yukino Yukinoshita and Kaguya Shinomiya!"
"Tell me, with these female characters present, wouldn't the characters associated with them also appear?"
"Oh, a little boast here, ahem, Kitagawa Marin is my girlfriend. Not the fifteen-year-old high school student, but an eighteen-year-old adult!" (Adding a buff!)
"After knowing all this, what else could I do but give up?"
"Singing? For a living, of course. My looks were modified by the two weapons, making me just a tiny bit less handsome than the readers, already at the peak of handsomeness in this world. With this face, plus my otaku life in my previous life, why wouldn't I use those explosive divine songs to make money?"
"Huh? Draw manga? Write novels? Invest?"
"I can't draw manga. I can write novels, but... do otaku novels count? You know, the kind that makes people's blood boil, blood rushing to both ends."
"As for investing, Emm, I did invest in two, but due to insufficient funds, I could only make a small profit."
"So, I embarked on a career as a street performer."
"Why can I write songs and sing? Uh, I don't know either. It's just that many things in my mind are very clear. As for my past life, well, let's just consider it a golden finger."
"Heh heh, with these conditions, first use my advantages to make big money! Then invest! Finally! The world will be at my feet! Hahahahaha!!"
"Hey~ Chen~ Tian~-kun~ What are you giggling about?"
"Huh? Huh?" Chen Tian, sitting in the dressing room, had his sudden laughter interrupted by a charming female voice.
In front of Chen Tian, Kitagawa's small face was almost pressed against his.
"Haha, nothing, nothing. What's up, Marin?"
Kitagawa giggled and lightly kissed Chen Tian's cheek.
Then, she naturally wrapped her arms around Chen Tian's neck, straddled his legs, and sat on his lap.
"Nee nee~ Isn't it Halloween next week? Shall we go on a~ date~?" When Kitagawa said "date," she leaned close to Chen Tian's ear, her breath carrying a fragrance like violets.
Chen Tian's eyes lit up, "A date? Of course! Where to?"
Kitagawa, with a mischievous smile, a blush slowly rising on her small face, and anticipation in her eyes, uttered two words.
"Shibuya."