"In any case, just start singing so I can listen to your tone."

Mokaka didn't mind Yun You's thoughts and commanded the drones to assemble a soundproof room in the garden, enclosing herself and Yun You inside.

"Sing boldly, the biggest taboo for a lead singer is stage fright. As long as you're brave enough, no matter how off-key the song is, it won't be unpleasant."

Saying this, she turned on the headphone's reception function, closed her eyes, planning to enjoy the girl's voice.

The next moment, the swarm of drones began to vibrate violently, emitting a buzzing resonance, like beating some melody. Yun You could tell, her heartbeat was in sync with the resonance, blood surging in her veins, an overwhelming desire to express herself surged up.

Finally, the little girl no longer resisted, she opened her mouth, her throat slightly vibrated—

"Ah~"

It was a note as simple as can be, yet pure without a trace of impurity.

"Very good!"

Mokaka suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze was shining.

Just one vocalization was enough to captivate her, for the little girl's voice was highly recognizable, like a silver thread, lightly trembling in the air, instantly tugging at one's heartstrings.

"Continue!"

She nodded, gesturing for Yun You to continue singing, and handed a microphone over with the drone.

"Sing a simple tune, something like 'Butterfly'."

Yun You did not refuse, she took a deep breath, adjusted the microphone before her to an appropriate height. The recording studio was so quiet you could hear the electric buzz, mechanical parts hovered overhead, glowing with a deep blue light.

"The dark sky... hanging low, bright stars accompanied~"

"Butterfly flies, butterfly flies, who are you missing...?"

At the beginning, the little girl's voice carried a hint of innocence, like a tender bud in early spring pushing through the soil for the first time, but as the melody gradually unfolded, the voice expanded, transformed into a vast and far-reaching azure sky.

"The stars in the sky weep, the roses on the ground wither—"

"Cold wind blows, cold wind blows, as long as you are with me..."

At each high note, her voice was as clear as crystal, yet carried an undercurrent of metallic magnetism, causing the drone's tremors to resonate in unison.

Every transition was just right, sometimes swift, sometimes slow, but never abrupt.

What shocked Mokaka most was the tremor at the end of every lyric. It wasn't a mere technique, but a deep soul vibration that gave Mokaka a tingling shiver.

Of course, Yun You's singing couldn't be called perfect, sometimes her voice would tear suddenly, revealing a rawness of singing aloud for the first time, like a smooth silk ripped open, exposing the weave beneath.

But this tearing sensation did not appear awkward, instead it added layers to the song, like a tear on a perfect painting, oddly lending it a touch of authenticity.

Mokaka instinctively clenched her fists, nails dug deep into her palms, such a familiar feeling, reminiscent of hearing pop music for the first time, the urge to scream, cry, burn... and the passion to compose music for the lead singer.

"Butterfly flies, flowers sleep~ a pair on a couple is beautiful."

"Not afraid of the dark, only afraid of heartbreak. No matter tired or not... and no matter, north south east west~"

Yun You's voice gradually lowered, transforming into a distant poetic ballad.

When the final note faded into the air, the recording studio plunged into a dead silence. Mokaka realized her back was drenched with sweat, her legs felt slightly weak.

Yun You slowly opened her eyes, her ruby-like pupils rippling with waves.

Mokaka opened her mouth, but found herself speechless, her throat seemed choked by something, many words and praises wanted to spill out, but in the end, all she could hear was her own fierce heartbeat.

"Too... too..."

Only after quite a while did she reluctantly open her mouth, the expressions on the cat-ear screen had long been replaced by shock.

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"Uh, too what."

Yun You scratched her head, thinking she had sung so poorly that Mokaka was dissatisfied.

The little girl didn't pay much attention to her own voice because she had entered a "flow" state, ignoring everything outside, just wholeheartedly singing the song she loved, her thoughts drifting back to the past, to the days when her parents were still alive, holding her under the moonlight, humming this 'Butterfly' song.

This was her first time singing.

"I'm saying, it's amazing!"

Mokaka was so excited she jumped from the sofa, grabbing Yun You's hands, her aquamarine eyes burned with fiery passion.

"You are a born music natural! You are the perfect lead singer I've been searching for!"

"Wu Ming, for a first formal singing to reach such a level, your talent ranks first among lead singers I've ever seen, no singer can compare!"

"Your talent, if just used to be an Apprentice Death God, it'd be a real waste!"

"You'll be a natural mega-star, if you're willing to sign a contract with a giant record company, not just Nest City, your songs will echo across the stars!"

Hearing this heartfelt praise, Yun You didn't know what to say.

Mokaka actually said becoming an Apprentice Death God doesn't have as much prospects as being a star singer; in this world of survival of the fittest, such words seemed upside down.

But thinking carefully, maybe Mokaka thought she could rise to the top as a star, whereas as an Apprentice Death God it wasn't certain.

After all, the philosophy of preferring to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix applies everywhere.

Yet Yun You didn't dislike being a lead singer, as the voice indeed awakens deep memories, letting her once more feel the carefree warmth in her parents' embrace… even if such sensations are often fleeting, she cherishes them deeply.

"I promise to be your lead singer then."

The little girl rubbed her slightly numb throat; her first heartfelt vocal projection was a delight, but her throat would be sore for hours.

"Still, I want to know, what's the use of forming a band."

"Though music indeed holds the power of empathy, this is the Floating Island Prison, a hell steeped in blood and the desire for slaughter, do you really intend for a few songs to enlighten those murderers into submission?"

Mokaka nodded without hesitation, the expressions on the cat-ear screen changed to a confident smile.

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"Yes."

"I want to transform them with music, save this hell with my music."

"Because my compositions inherently possess transformative [Magic Power]!"

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