Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 156

#156. I finally found it.

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After the contents of the advertisement were revealed.

The telephone line of KTB broadcasting company spewed fire.

Whether it’s because of the prize money of 100 billion won.

Is it because of that ridiculous ad?

This is because there were not one or two people who wanted to ask or argue about this and that.

However, KTB’s answer was unanimous.

“A prize? I really give.”

“Are you eligible? It is a secret.”

“How to decide? It is a secret.”

“Why is it a secret? It is a secret.”

[Hey, XXXXXX!]

At this point, I can’t tell if he’s trying to answer or if he’s trying to make fun of it.

Because of that, people’s curiosity grew more and more, rather than diminished.

Thus, the live broadcast of [Music Challenge] began amid interest, expectations, and suspicions of the entire nation.

“Viewers from all over the country. Hello, this is your national MC Choi Jeong-seok.”

“Hello, I’m Lira, your national idol!”

“Many people must have been looking forward to this broadcast today. Hey, I can see the ratings soaring through the screen.”

“Sure, it’s a broadcast with a prize of 100 billion won? In fact, I even wanted to participate as a challenger, not as a moderator.”

“Hahaha, even kidding. It’s famous that Lira is a tone-deaf idol… Kuok!”

“Ahaha, Jungseok oppa is really good at jokes.”

Lira waved her fist lightly.

Choi Jeong-seok coughed up blood after being hit by that blow.

Watching the two chosen as emcees of this [Music Challenge] thump, Seungjun Kim swallowed dryly.

It wasn’t just the tension caused by the live broadcast.

It was because the face of the invitee on one side of the stage was so gorgeous.

Han Ji-sung, a level 85 actor.

Level 78 male idol Rabbit.

Kim Moon, a level 74 vocal trainer.

Other than that, trot singers, rappers, musicians, etc.

All of the top entertainment players in Korea were watching the situation with interest as judges and participants.

Even the puny Lira and the neighbor Choi Jeong-seok were players in their level 60s and 70s.

It was an all-time high composition that even a legendary PD somewhere, not a rookie PD like Kim Seung-jun, could stay awake at night with tension.

‘I never thought things would grow this big…’

Of course, those representing the domestic entertainment industry were not blinded by the prize money of 100 billion won.

The problem is none other than fame.

This KTB advertisement was so successful that [Music Challenge] became an issue, so all kinds of famous players offered to appear on it.

Thanks to that, he was about to die.

‘If the program was even worse than I thought…’

Kim Seung-jun shuddered.

This is a program that has poured in this amount of money, attracted this amount of issues, and gathered this amount of invitees.

But what if the results weren’t great?

Of course, the entire KTB is blown away.

He will have to write a will instead of resignation.

‘The dice have already been cast!’

It’s something you can’t get away from now.

Kim Seung-joon’s legs were trembling, but he was very careful not to cause any problems.

However, unlike his nervousness as a PD, the atmosphere on set was heated up.

It was because everyone in the audience was so excited about the fact that the program, which had been hidden in mystery while making the fuss, was finally revealed.

Except for a few exceptions.

“It is unexpected. It’s more modest than you think. There are few people.”

Tata responded calmly to Ainsha, a girl with an expressionless face.

“This is a small country. It is no wonder that fewer people come than advertised.”

“It’s still too little. Even if I show my face on the street, more people gather than this.”

“The honor of seeing the face of the noblest princess in the world cannot be compared to the amusement of ordinary people.”

“Tata lifts me up so much.”

“Because it is true!”

While Ainsha and Tata are chatting with each other.

The moderately lively conversation of the moderators was finally getting to the point.

“Now, stop chatting! Anyway, many of you must have wondered what kind of program this [Music Challenge] is.”

“The purpose of the music challenge is simple. If you clear the given mission, you will succeed!”

“And a prize of 100 billion won will be given to those who succeed in this mission.”

“Then, I will reveal the first mission of the commemorative [Music Challenge]. That’s right…!”

Doo doo doo doo!

“Sing on the spot!”

“I heard that you can improvise a song to the original song being played from now on.”

“The first person to receive the prize money is on a first-come, first-served basis.”

“Those who do it later will have an advantage because they will get used to the song, but if it is too late, they will have to go back empty-handed, right?”

“Of course, it has to be a song that the judges pass, right? It’s a pity, but you can’t win a prize for a song just sung by a tone-deaf person like Lyra…!”

Wow!

“Jeongseok oppa? My ?Danjuk?Punch? triples in power every time I hit it, right? You don’t want to be taken to the hospital during a live broadcast, right?”

“Cool cool cool cool. Uh anyway, the long-awaited project song will be released soon.”

That was the moment.

Celebrities who were participants in the program.

And the expression on the audience’s face was colored with doubt and bewilderment.

‘Is this serious?’

‘Is that the only assignment?’

‘Did you prepare for the uproar?’

They had no choice but to do so.

All high-level players are superhuman, and most of the entertainment-related players in particular were those who had never played in entertainment.

Singing in fire or water or even dancing in groups on a cliff is common in variety shows these days.

But it’s just an impromptu song.

When they felt embarrassed and even betrayed by a task that was too weak compared to the prize money.

Gee ying.

“…!”

All the sounds of the world are gone.

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The moment the melody started to flow out of the speaker.

People forgot everything.

What they were confused about.

That this is a broadcast.

Were you watching TV?

Even how to breathe.

A melody fills the empty mind.

The beautiful, even violent sound of a violin explodes in my head, erasing everything else.

Giing.

At the same time, passion wells up.

Far deep, vague, and majestic.

The flood of vivid emotions in the melody knocks on the heart and pulls out old emotions as if squeezing pus from a wound in the heart.

‘What is this…?’

Tata was thrilled.

She followed Ainsha and watched as many performances as any other person in the entertainment industry.

However, even as a Tata, this time I had no choice but to lose my mind.

The melody was so clear.

Because that tone was so intense.

However, because she was so focused on the performance that she lost her mind, she couldn’t help but feel another thrill.

Don’t look at me?

A violin melody resonates in the air.

Tata froze at the sound of a song he could feel inside.

It wasn’t just Tata.

Not only the audience and participants, but also the viewers watching from beyond the TV. Everyone who listened to the performance looked as if they had seen a ghost.

Because I hadn’t heard the song.

It’s just that the moment I heard this performance, it came to my mind automatically and has been engraved in my head.

I can’t hear it, but I feel it.

Listening to a performance reminds me of a song.

Like an invisible ghost hiding in your ear and whispering.

The most creepy yet fantastic song goes along with the melody and steals the souls of the listeners.

“I can hear you.”

“…Tata can hear the song too.”

“Wrong. not a song It is a person.”

“yes?”

The moment I looked back at Ainsha, puzzled by the meaningless words.

Tata’s eyeballs almost popped out.

“The late princess?”

Ainsha, who was always expressionless.

Tears dripping down her eyes made her forget the shock of the performance.

But Ainsha didn’t care.

He just continued his blunt voice while staring into the void with blank eyes.

“I put people in the song. That’s why you hear his voice.”

Ainsha could tell.

That this isn’t just a performance.

It’s just a memory of playing with someone and expressing emotions through sound.

Because the expression is so clear, it is to the extent that listeners automatically recall the song of ‘someone’ that would have resonated with the performance originally.

And what can I say about this song?

Ainsha knew.

“This is Requiem.”

Add a song to this performance?

There’s no way that would be possible.

This is a song that was completed with a person’s life.

The moment someone else tries to add a voice to it, the expression will be ruined and the performance will be messed up.

There is only one exception.

Only the original owner of this song.

However, since the dead cannot sing, this performance will resonate alone for eternity.

In that sense, this is a ghost song rather than a requiem.

It was a song that heard the voice of the dead instead of honoring them, a performance by a solitary ghost who refused to share with anyone else.

So it must have been.

Although the performance has already ended.

This is the reason why everyone on the set remained silent without even breathing.

“Uh… that was a really great performance. That’s right.”

“Yes? Oh yes! Was it really great?”

“Now, all the contestants have to do is to set the order through the game and sing along to this song according to the given lyrics… but…” “

Oh, this song? Singing?”

Is it because of a sense of mission?

The host who tried to break the silence and proceed with the broadcast.

But there was no bitterness in his voice.

Celebrities who were participants were also changed like dynamics with rotten eyes.

Even if they couldn’t understand it with their heads, in their hearts they all realized what Ainsha felt.

“That… I will give up the challenge.”

“sorry.”

“I’m sorry, but I…”

“Yes? No wait! Jisung Han? Levi? Is this a live broadcast?”

The emcee was taken aback by the continuous abandonment of the participants.

He scrambled to get them on stage, but the contestants were stubborn.

I don’t know if it just fails.

We all had a hunch that if we tried to sing to that performance, we would regret it for the rest of our lives.

Because of that, Ainsha didn’t care about that fact at all, even while the commotion that started on the stage spread to the audience.

He just thought about the performance he heard a moment ago.

‘I do not know.’

How is this play possible?

And if you can contain these feelings.

No matter how much he pondered, he couldn’t figure it out, but Ainsha was rather interested in that fact.

The fact that she didn’t know something mixed with the feelings and emotions from the previous performance, making her excited.

So it was.

A foreshadowing that came to mind in an instant.

Despite the fact that she already knew, Ainsha was able to open her mouth with anticipation rather than disappointment.

“Tata.”

“Tell me, Princess.”

“I think I will fall in love soon.”

“…yes?”

And it was when Tata, who heard that outrageous statement, was shocked and stiffened like an adolescent girl who found out about her mother’s remarriage.

The stage where the commotion was going on.

Han Ji-sung waved his arm to shake off Choi Jeong-seok, who was hanging by his sleeve.

That arm accidentally touched the camera behind it.

The camera, hit by the fist of a high-level player of level 85, flew into the audience like an artillery shell.

“omg?!”

“Kyaaaagh!”

Staff shocked by the unexpected accident.

Audience screaming in surprise.

Tata hardened from the shock a moment ago.

However, Ainsha was neither surprised nor embarrassed.

He just looked straight at the camera flying straight at him with an expressionless face.

flutter!

That was the moment.

A strong wind brushes your cheeks.

When you want to change your perspective.

Ainsha was no longer in the audience.

He was just flying through the air in the arms of a black-haired young man who had protruded out of nowhere.

The impression of a young man frowning as if he doesn’t like something is ferocious and makes my heart tremble.

But the arms holding it are firm.

The afterglow of emotion knocks on my heart.

Until the young man left him as if he had abandoned him and Tata, who was finally released from the rigidity, made a fuss and asked how he was doing.

Ainsha couldn’t say anything.

After checking the beating of his heart by placing one hand on his chest, he muttered quietly with an expressionless face.

“?I finally found it.”

White Dragon Princess Ainsha.

One of the seven princesses of the Seven Dragons.

It was the moment when she, who had lived a dry life so far, finally found the person of her destiny.