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“Alright, it’s up to you.” Specter called out towards the door, “Ain, see Lieutenant MacArthur out.”
"Yes, this way, Lieutenant MacArthur!" Ein's attitude was impeccable, without a single fault.
In just a few months, Crescent Island has shown strong vitality for development. With the joint witness of the navy and residents, amusement parks, art galleries, commercial streets, food streets, the Lone Star Dome and other buildings have sprung up from the ground, and more and more tourists have flocked to this young city.
Meanwhile, the World Economic News Agency continued to promote Crescent Island and generate buzz for the singing competition, ensuring that major towns along the coast were aware of it.
Finally, as everyone eagerly awaited, the day arrived for the World Singer Selection Competition to begin.
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Near the island of Crescent Moon, a large red ship slowly approaches, guided by two swimming snakes.
The ship's sails were painted with a black skull, with nine snake heads symmetrically arranged around the center of the skull, creating a terrifying sight. Like a cobra coiled high, it looked down upon mortals.
The tourists who landed on the island widened their eyes, their breathing quickened, and they couldn't help but stop and stare. Amidst the uproar, even some of the navy personnel couldn't escape it, and they all turned their gazes over.
This ship, there's no mistake!
It's the Empress's flagship, the Perfume Serpent!
So, that former world's most beautiful woman is on the ship?!
Tread, step, step.
As the ship docked, a stunningly beautiful and tall figure walked ahead, exuding an aura of power. Behind her followed closely a large pet snake, which, even coiled up, was over two and a half meters tall.
"You rude person, get out of here!"
A soft shout instantly shattered those indulgent gazes that were filled with hearts.
Hancock stood with one hand on her hip and the other pointing at the crowd, leaning back in an exaggerated pose, looking down at people with her breasts on her chest.
It's that pose that shows utter contempt for all living beings!
"Lord Snake Princess."
The warriors behind Hancock were moved to tears. How long had it been since they had seen Lady Boa Hancock in this pose?
"Quiet!"
The Empress raised her head, her eyes taking in the giant egg-shaped building in the center of Lone Star Town. She bit her finger and walked slowly with an air of elegance.
For this singing competition, she resumed her classical music lessons from when she first became emperor, practicing her voice in her spare time and even rehearsing her pieces non-stop on the ship.
Just like her current time allocation, to put it in her self-introduction:
"I am the emperor of Daughter Island. I get up no later than eight o'clock every day. I don't eat spicy food, and I only drink a little alcohol. I practice my singing in the morning, play musical instruments in the afternoon, and go to bed at ten o'clock every night to ensure more than eight hours of sleep. I drink a glass of warm milk before bed and then sleep soundly until dawn."
I lost my free time, but gained a baby-like, stress-free sleep and a voice that was in amazing condition.
Even her health check results showed that she was very healthy.
A resolute flame flickered in Hancock's eyes, and a confident smile graced her lips.
Tomorrow night, the world will be focused on me!
Guided by the robot from Crescent Moon Island, the Empress quickly found a luxury hotel for the contestants. To show off her status, Daughter Island lavishly booked an entire floor.
Of course, non-participants pay in full.
Hancock's arrival was not kept low-key; Morgans quickly learned of it and published it in the newspapers, sparking heated discussions and exciting onlookers worldwide.
See that? Another world-class beauty has announced her participation in the competition. Birdman has always been good at creating buzz and doing marketing. In just a few words, he has pushed the singing competition to the peak of public opinion.
The public erupted in cheers, fueled by the media's hype. The competition between Specter and the Empress for the singer title was fiercer than ever, but based on their positions and appearances, over 70% of the public favored Specter.
Hancock, who works at the hotel, was silently observing the situation, her mood seemingly just right.
Sweet anticipation.
The more controversy the better, the higher the buzz the better, you should just climb to the top!
Only when you ascend to the high position and receive the crown of the people can I, like holy light, pour down and shine upon everyone.
The stage bathed in spotlights is my final resting place; the deserted path leading from the dim exit is the stage where you should stand. The stage of a boastful, second-rate singer.
Flowers, applause, adulation. All of this belongs only to me.
The moment it was unveiled, the world was mine!
You can't take it away from me.
Meanwhile, Uta and Gordon built a ship and braved many storms, singing in taverns and even sleeping in cargo crates before finally reaching the Round Moon Island in the West Sea.
The prosperity before her eyes filled her with curiosity and nostalgia. Gordon told her that it had only taken a little over six months for the island to transform from a pirate's den into what it is today.
The governor of Crescent Moon Island must be an outstanding person, Uta concluded with certainty.
Holding the money she earned from singing, she followed the aroma and darted into the distant food street. Looking up, she saw a dazzling array of billboards: Aunt Lonely Star Donburi, Peterheim Bear Cookies, Shilla Brave Shumai, Little Monk Natto Biscuit...
Uta hopped around happily like a little rabbit, surrounded by bustling crowds and behind her were lights that flickered in and out of sight. For ten miles along the river, from day to night, the air was filled with the lively atmosphere of everyday life.
Songs and Shanks, interests and worries—all vanish in the face of delicious food...
The Round Moon Island Naval Base is the most impressive building on the island besides the Giant Dome.
Ghost Shark stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, taking in the entire view of the port, streets, and giant dome of Lone Star Town.
She pulled out a Pocky stick made by a top pastry chef and looked down at everyone with a leisurely and carefree air.
Do you want fame, wealth, and status?
They're all in my drawer.
Money is a big factor; his businesses cover the entire island, and large sums of money rain down on him every day. A hundred million is no longer even a small goal for him.
Once you reach that level, you'll understand why the Golden Emperor Tesoro can control 20% of the world's Pelé.
I do not desire titles and honors; I only wish for calm seas.
Apart from this ultimate ideal, I lack nothing else.
"Hmm, is that red-haired girl here too?" Ghost Shark glanced at the two-tone-haired girl in the food court and fell into deep thought.
Should we let this woman participate?
Although this isn't Greygia and there's no Music Demon King underground, her Devil Fruit ability is just too bizarre.
The Song-Song Fruit allows the user to sing and pull others into a world of song. The user of this fruit becomes the ruler of that world. Even in the real world, she can create things through her songs, making it incredibly overpowered.
"Ain," Ghost Shark called softly, pointing to the energetic girl with headphones.
“Investigate her intentions for participating in the competition…” Laurentina seemed to have thought of something, and paused, “Let Alice do it; she’s better at interpersonal relationships. Or find some female naval personnel who are preparing to participate.”
Ghost Shark isn't that malicious as to ask a socially awkward person to make friends.
"Yes!" Ai Yiyin nodded awkwardly.
For Specter, keeping Uta under house arrest in Gregia was the best option. This murderer, who didn't even know he had killed someone, was cut off from news birds and Den Den Mushi, and isolation was the only viable solution.
Impel Down is inaccessible; it's too crowded.
Killing him directly won't work either; the Navy isn't ready to go to war with Shanks.
Even if the poison makes him lose his voice, it won't work; those hot-blooded idiots with red hair will still get angry and start a war.
This is a huge problem.
In the midst of lush greenery and vibrant life, a music extravaganza that captures the world's attention has unexpectedly entered the world of ordinary people.
A boring life is like a violently shaken bottle of Ramune soda. Gently tapping it, fatigue sinks to the bottom of the glass like glass beads, then splashes out a shower of bubbles.
The singing talent competition has officially begun!
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The singing talent competition is a super music event that Yuanyue Island has been preparing for half a year. It is equivalent to the previous talent shows from all over the world. The singing talent competition has innovated the competition system and adopted a masked method to allow the audience to vote on the spot, so as to ensure fairness and standardization.
As for the participating singers, they will be referred to by code names, which are selected from Tarot cards. For example, the code name for Ghost Shark is The Fool.
To prevent anyone from distinguishing the voices of the popular contestants, the production team tried every means possible, such as selecting a large number of singers with similar timbres to participate, making the audience diverse, and even announcing the judges' choices to the public only on the last day.
As for the competition format, it is basically about putting a group of singers who have passed the preliminary assessment into four groups to compete against each other. Then the judges and the audience vote on the rankings, similar to the global finals of a certain game in my previous life. The competition is divided into sixteen to eight group stage, eight to four semi-finals, four to two semi-finals, and finally the two contestants compete for the title of world diva.
It's 8 PM, and the highly anticipated World's Number One Singer Competition is about to begin.
A fleet of top-of-the-line luxury cars, crafted by Yuejian and Aiyin, were parked in front of the Lone Star Dome. Drivers in suits respectfully opened the doors, and social celebrities, business elites, and even some royal families from affiliated companies were present.
Of course, the majority of them were naval personnel, as well as tourists and fans from the surrounding areas.
A 20-meter-long red carpet with gold trim leads directly to the magnificent, towering giant egg. This building, bathed in golden light, resembles a palace. The imposing steel structure is cleverly combined with the gentle and comfortable oriental design, creating a magnificent picture.
Walking along the red carpet, the double golden doors slowly opened, revealing a long corridor adorned with colorful crystal chandeliers.
The seemingly endless corridor is lined with framed photos of the owner, Ghost Shark, exuding an air of luxury.
At the end of the path, a magnificent stage suddenly appears, with huge promotional posters on both sides. Soft golden lights illuminate the massive white stone pillars, making the entire stage appear incredibly grand.
The invited media had set up early, filling the wide aisle to capacity. They adjusted their camera positions, and rows of long lenses and microphones were aimed at the center of the stage.
Backstage, the beautiful singers were draped in pure black cloaks, each wearing a mask and a veil, making it impossible to tell them apart without using Observation Haki.
Fortunately, most of the navy and the audience do not have this ability. Those who have mastered Observation Haki are required to keep it a secret. In fact, the organizers do not need to emphasize it. The dignity of the strong will also keep these people silent.
Hancock and Uta were also among them, their hearts pounding as they listlessly watched their competitors, until the host, dressed in an elegant gown, came into view.
The hosts of the competition were Haiya and Muse from the Deep Sea Fleet. Unfortunately, Ain was socially awkward and Alice was filled with uncertainty. After thinking it over, they decided that these two rivals were the best at speaking, had a stable stage presence, and were not stage-frightened.
"Escape hunger, be yourself. Silla Brave Shumai, nothing is impossible! What do you think a ghost shark could possibly do, crossing the ocean to reach the New World?"
Muse suppressed a laugh as she finished reciting her lines, and Haiya promptly followed up, "Thank you for your sponsorship, Mr. Niu. Hello everyone, this is the World's Number One Singer Selection Competition, attracting attention from all corners of the world..."
Having practiced for two and a half months, Haiya's voice is soft and gentle, yet mature and sophisticated. With a gentle touch, she instantly ignites the atmosphere on set.
"This music festival will focus on selecting the world's best singers, and we will be fair and impartial, without the slightest negligence." Muse recited her lines fluently, "Without further ado, the competition will begin immediately."
"Next, please enjoy the performance by Ms. [World], a singer from Group A."
Ms. World? Who is that?
A small commotion arose in the audience, but no one could guess who it was.
Never mind, let's listen to her songs first.
The melody came out suddenly, without warning, and the dreamlike singing was amplified infinitely through the speakers, spreading evenly to every corner of the stadium.
"The new era is the future before our eyes. What if we could change everything in the world?"
If things could be changed, all obstacles and things we disliked would be swept away!
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly froze.
This melody!
It's stunning from the first note, like... a stirring of the soul.
The cheerful singing flowed gently through the starlit audience seats.
Let's change this world together!
It's as if a cruise ship has raised its sails, and a captivating future landscape appears before your eyes.
The World Lady's voice was clear and passionate, like a delicate fish emerging from the side of a cruise ship, leaping and dancing on the waves, splashing water droplets and creating beautiful notes on the musical score.
What a beautiful scene! The morning sun casts golden rays, and fresh moisture fills the air. A bard sits on the gunwale, reciting poems, while the joyful horns of the sailors echo in his ears.
The tone lowered again, like a poet's murmur.
Just like the lighthearted joy of a young girl encountering a forest deer.
Ms. World loves to sing.
She loved music deeply, especially its ethereal melodies that soared through the fields. These melodies healed her heart. The town turned to ashes in the flames, and the laughter of the pirates returning with their loot lashed at her, leaving her speechless with pain.
Only songs, only music, deeply healed her. They provided her with an ivory tower-like world, where she wanted to hide forever, immersed in songs that resonated throughout the world.
The stirring song rose again, like a warrior parting the fog in the forest, wielding his sword to dispel the memories that had tormented her to the point of near death.
Tears welled up in Ms. World's eyes; despite the cheerful and lively music, she sang with tears in her eyes.
I am not Shanks' daughter.
My father is Gordon, and we lived happily together.
I have a friend, a friend I met when I was a child, during a trip to the windmill village with Gordon.
He's a complete idiot, gluttonous, annoying, and arrogant. I'll meet him sooner or later; I'll write my dreams in a song and sing it to him.