The perspective shifts back to Robin as she heads home, her mind still buzzing from the recent fan meet-and-greet. She couldn't help but wonder if she should organize similar events for her regular fans.
Maybe it's a way to give back to the ordinary fans who support me? she thought.
Just a few days prior, her first month's earnings from live streaming, along with video royalties from several platforms, had been deposited into her personal bank account. The sum was staggering, reaching eight figures. It was no exaggeration to say she had never seen so much money in her life.
In her previous life, Robin doubted she could have earned this much even if she worked tirelessly without rest or food for an entire lifetime. Yet in this life, she had achieved financial freedom in just one month.
However, she remembered how exhausted she had been after signing autographs for fewer than two hundred people that day. If the crowd had been any larger, she feared she might have collapsed on the spot.
Speaking of autographs... she mused, couldn't I just sign one original and then copy and print it? That would be fine for merchandise or mailed gifts, but for live events, handwritten signatures feel more personal and genuine, right?
Probably?
Then she reconsidered. Signing autographs was too much of a hassle; singing would be much easier. A full-fledged concert might even be better than a fan meet-and-greet.
"But... could I really pull off a concert?" Robin felt a pang of nervousness just imagining herself standing on stage in front of countless people.
Yes, just nervousness—no embarrassment remained.
When she first arrived in this world, she couldn't even bring herself to sing in front of a handful of people at the Bureau of Anomalous Investigations. Now, however, she felt perfectly capable of doing so.
The core reason for this newfound confidence likely stemmed from her past life. As someone with terrible pitch and a voice that sounded like a strangled cat, she had always avoided singing in public.
But now it was different. Her voice was downright phenomenal! There was nothing to be embarrassed about anymore.
Still, wouldn't organizing a concert be incredibly complicated?
Renting a venue, setting up the stage, rehearsals, ticket sales—the list went on and on. This wasn't something she could spontaneously pull off; it would be a logistical nightmare.
Moreover, Robin had conceived this idea as a way to show appreciation to her fans. But wouldn't holding a concert just be another way to profit from them? Was that really appropriate?
After a moment's thought, Robin realized it actually made perfect sense. The key wasn't about charging money, but about doing it. Recalling a strategy used by a gaming company in her past life, she could easily charge for in-person attendance while offering a free live stream online.
She anticipated that this move would cause her fan base to surge once again, creating a win-win situation for everyone involved.
Robin would win, her loyal fans would win, and even newcomers would benefit! Everyone would come out ahead!
Robin was a woman of action. No sooner had the idea struck her than she pulled out her phone in the taxi and contacted Zhong Wanhong.
Robin:[ I want to hold a concert. Is that okay? ]
His reply came almost instantly.
Zhong Wanhong:[ Of course! If you want to do it, go ahead. Why are you even asking me? ]
Zhong Wanhong:[ Where will it be? Longcheng? That's perfect! With your fan base, I bet plenty of people will flock to the city. It'll boost Longcheng's economy, and your songs might even help people temporarily forget the recent disaster. ]
Zhong Wanhong:[ Oh, and Yu Lin's been pestering me to tell you she absolutely needs a front-row seat. ]
Robin:[ Actually, what I meant to say was... I want to "do it," but I don't know how. ]
Zhong Wanhong:[ ... ]
About half a minute passed before Zhong Wanhong spoke again.
Zhong Wanhong:[ Alright, I'll have Bai Yuanju help you prepare. ]
Robin:[ Oh, isn't that too much trouble? I mean, Senior Bai Yuanju must be exhausted lately. ]
The perspective shifted to Zhong Wanhong, who turned to Lü Heng beside him. The clueless young man, unaware of what was about to happen, simply felt a sudden chill.
Lü Heng:Strange, I have an ominous feeling.
The conversation had mentioned a win-win-win situation, but... who was the loser?
After finalizing the arrangements with Zhong Wanhong, Robin opened a private WeChat group with only three members. After all, she still had two overworked subordinates under her command.
In that moment, Robin suddenly realized something. She finally understood why job descriptions for subordinates typically listed only one specific task, yet after being hired, they were expected to become all-purpose superhumans, handling every job imaginable.
The difference was that the two people working under her weren't ordinary employees; they were devotees of labor!
Upon hearing the news, Shu Cat immediately went wild with excitement.
Shu Cat:[ "Seriously?! Robin's putting on a concert?! Can I help? I'll do anything! I'm a jack-of-all-trades!" ]
Shu Cat:[ "Please, please let me help!" ]
Shu Cat's reasoning was simple: being part of the concert staff meant getting to meet Robin beforehand and getting into the concert without buying a ticket!
Could there be a sweeter deal than that?
Robin:[ "Um... well, I'm just glad you're willing to help." ]
Just then, the taxi arrived at her destination. After paying the fare and getting out, Robin went home and took her usual shower. Then, she turned on her computer to research concert details.
Even though she had asked others for help, Robin couldn't just sit idly by and wait for them to magically make the concert happen.
Time slipped away as she worked late into the night. That very night, Robin had a dream.
It seemed to be a stage—an enormous, dazzlingly ornate stage. Everywhere she looked, she saw a sea of cheering fans waving glowsticks and shouting enthusiastically.
Then... she woke up and couldn't remember the rest. This was perfectly normal; weren't dreams just things you forgot upon waking?
Yet she felt a lingering sense of something familiar, like the time outside the barbecue restaurant when she vaguely sensed she could calm the people around her and first used her Ability.
Now, the situation felt similar. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, a pair of pure white wings materialized from her back, unfurling gracefully.
Of course, this was accompanied by the sound of her pajamas tearing. Though the wings appeared out of thin air, they didn't float; they naturally ripped through her top as they extended.
"Damn it! Why does this skill come with a built-in striptease effect?!"
Robin couldn't help but recall her initial outfit—the backless dress she had been wearing when she first transmigrated. Perhaps its design was specifically meant to accommodate the wings' deployment.
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Note: The story will proceed under the assumption that the second set of wings are apart of her manifestation of the harmony and not a actual part of the body. This is because there is no actual confirmation whether its one or the other. Also generally Halovians don't have a second set, so when Robin has hers, it appears to bee ability related.