Inside the Clubhouse, within the darkened environment, colorful beams of light drifted incessantly from the tiered seating of the audience.
These colorful lights cut through the darkness, constructing a chaotic, rainbow-like bridge over the concert.
However, these scattered colored lights appeared somewhat feeble when compared to the lighting on the stage.
Boom, boom, boom...
Magnificent electronic music paired with gorgeous stage lasers intertwined constantly. Charming lyrics, capable of making one's blood surge, burst forth from the mouth of that cute girl on the stage.
The musical notes were transmitted to the microphone, to the speakers, to the ears of every single Mita, as well as to Alain and Miffy at the entrance.
"I hate noisy environments..." Miffy covered her ears, her expression looking a bit unwell.
Alain expressed his understanding. It was nothing strange for a Sleepy Mita to hate noise.
However...
He looked around the entire concert hall, at the excited shouts of the Mitas, the waving of glow sticks, and the beads of sweat flying off the idol girl on stage...
No matter how one looked at it, this was all normal, right?
"The... strange part you mentioned, where exactly are you referring to?"
Just as Alain was feeling puzzled, Miffy walked straight toward a Mita standing slightly closer to the Clubhouse entrance and struck up a conversation with her.
"Hello."
"Hello there!" That Mita responded excitedly, her face overflowing with a joyous flush. "Miluo-chan, whether it's her singing skills or her stage performance ability, she is truly outstanding!"
"Mn, yes." Miffy responded indifferently and retreated back to Alain's side.
He asked in confusion, "So?"
According to what his eyes saw, wasn't this very normal? Could it be that Miffy wanted the Mitas of the Dream City to react as if they had seen a god upon seeing her—crying, screaming, and threatening to hang themselves before she was satisfied?
This didn't fit Miffy's placid nature, so Alain didn't take that thought seriously.
Under his gaze, the pajama-clad girl pointed casually at the Mita she had just spoken to, gesturing with her head.
Alain was a bit bewildered, but she probably meant for him to go up and talk to her as well...
"Is... is this really okay?"
He remembered that whenever everyone in this Mita City saw him, it was like wolves seeing a sheep. One careless moment, and they would swarm him to [squeeze him dry].
It wasn't that he was boasting, but relying on his identity, it was enough to set off a frenzied wave throughout the entire Clubhouse.
Would Miluo's concert on stage even continue? Would Millie's order-maintenance work outside the Clubhouse even get done?
Did he still want his body intact?
He certainly didn't want to enter the Dream World once, only for his real-world self to end up having a wet dream that left his entire pantsu soaking wet...
"It's fine, you'll know once you go up."
"Huh? I'll know once I go up?"
"Cut the crap, don't make dirty jokes at me! Go!"
With a snap, Miffy snapped her fingers. The scene around Alain shattered instantly. A strong sensation of weightlessness surrounded his entire body.
When his vision refocused, he had already arrived by that Mita's side.
Alain cursed inwardly. Looking ahead, there was a vast crowd of thousands of Mitas cheering for the idol.
It was simply like roasting him on a rack...
Since things had come to this, he had no choice but to do it.
Alain patted the Mita girl on the shoulder. That Mita took the initiative to greet him first.
"Hello there!"
Alain was still organizing his wording on how to retreat with his body intact, but he saw her glance at him once, then completely devote herself back to gazing at Miluo on the stage.
"?"
This... why was it somewhat different from what he imagined?
Alain's gaze turned slightly dull. Subsequently, the Mita girl's words continued to rush forth, carrying a bit of panting breath:
"...standing!"
After saying that, she continued to cheer for the idol girl on stage, completely disregarding the presence of Alain, the Player, by her side.
"..."
At this moment, Alain felt like a living reaction meme. Simultaneously, a bizarre feeling wound around his thoughts.
He patted the Mita girl on the shoulder again.
She looked at Alain with the exact same eyes. "Hello there!"
Alain did not speak; he just watched her quietly.
According to his guess, this Mita's next sentence should be...
"Miluo-chan, whether it's her singing skills or her stage performance ability, she is truly outstanding!"
Sure enough... Alain slandered inwardly, then went to find a new Mita.
"Hello!" This time, it was a Short-Haired Mita.
Alain still did not open his mouth, waiting for the following words.
"Oh my... I fought for tickets for three days, and finally snatched a ticket for Miluo-chan!"
He attempted again with the same Mita.
"Hello!"
"Oh my... I fought for tickets for..."
The third Mita.
"Yahoo, Miluo-chan! Miluo-chan! You're super!"
The second attempt.
"Yahoo, Miluo-chan! Miluo-chan! You're super!"
Until finally, his target shifted to the idol on stage who was accepting everyone's attention.
The entire concert was centered on the stage. Likewise, it was centered on that idol.
Standing there meant being seen by the Mitas of the entire venue. If it were the usual Alain, he presumably wouldn't have done this in Mita City.
But now, it was different from before.
He walked quickly toward the stage. The tap, tap, tap sound of his footsteps tread over the wooden steps, and he soon arrived on the platform at the same height as Miluo.
From here, he could overlook the entire Clubhouse. The bright colored lights in the hands of every audience member were waving, forming a starry curtain of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, and blue within the gloom.
The seven-colored light reflected over Alain's entire body, appearing magnificent... and bizarre.
It was as if various unrelated paints had been scattered to form some kind of surrealist painting.
He walked straight toward Miluo, who was singing and dancing.
In the depths of her eyes, there was no reflection of Alain, only the cheering of the audience below the stage.
Even when Alain stood right by the girl's side, she continued singing the same ballad.
He patted Miluo's fancy shirt, which was stained dark with sweat. The idol girl's dance movements stopped instantly. The ballad within the Clubhouse ceased in a flash.
Yet all the audience members were still overwhelmed with their cheering sounds.
Clearly, the singing had already stopped.
Alain looked at the Miluo before him. Miluo also looked at him with those eyes that were bright, yet abnormally hollow.
"To be able to hold a concert with everyone, really makes me happy! Miluo hopes very much—that time can stay in this moment forever!"
Her smile was like a hook, snagging Alain's heart, forcefully dragging it out,
Dragging it out of his chest, then crushing it into a pile of minced meat mixed with bloody juice.
After Miluo finished saying this, she continued to sing her ballad tirelessly.
He raised his eyes, looking around the entire Clubhouse. It was just like a music box.
Miluo and the Mitas below the stage were like little figurines in a music box that had been wound up.
They sang, they danced.
And they would do so forever.
___
🔥 New stories are available now! 🔥
We're handing out that '25% bonus' that makes your wallet smile. 😄
✅ Access up to 40 advanced chapters of ALL stories!
✅ Receive exclusive content and updates!
Help us hit our community goals:
🎯 100 Powerstones = +1 Bonus Chapter for everyone
🚀 180 MEMBERS = +5 extra chapters of ALL STORIES!
👻 P - Walnutchan