The Journey to Godhood in Another World

The grandeur and clamor of the National Day celebrations, like a magnificent dream, gradually subsided into tranquility as night fell.

Lu Zheng, the chief director of the celebration, was still immersed in the afterglow of the revelry, his heart filled with a mix of excitement and emotion.

His gaze searched eagerly through the crowd, finally settling on a small figure—Xiang Wanwan.

With steady yet slightly hurried steps, Lu Zheng walked firmly past the staff who were still busy tidying up the venue and headed straight for Wanwan.

At this moment, Wanwan was standing quietly beside her older sister Xiang Nan. Although her blind eyes could not see everything around her, her delicate little face was filled with a pure joy that came from the depths of her heart.

Xiang Nan gently held her hand, his eyes full of tenderness and affection, as if he wanted to build a warm barrier for Wanwan with his gaze.

"The child sang very well!" Lu Zheng said with a bright, sunny smile. His voice was loud and friendly, like a resounding bell, instantly breaking the slightly noisy surroundings.

His gaze lingered on Wanwan for a long time, his eyes full of undisguised admiration. "Is she a young singer from your company?"

Upon hearing Lu Zheng's voice, Song Hui immediately put on a polite and humble smile.

"Wanwan isn't our singer yet; she's just helping out temporarily."

She bent down slightly, her movements as gentle as if she were handling the most precious treasure in the world, and gently touched Wanwan's head. A hint of pity flashed in her eyes, and her voice lowered slightly, "She can't see. She's a very pitiful child."

Lu Zheng was slightly taken aback and subconsciously turned his gaze to Wanwan's eyes. Those eyes, which should have been as bright and lively as stars, were now dull and lifeless, like a night sky covered by dark clouds.

A complex mix of emotions welled up within him. Sympathy surged through him, but even more so, he felt admiration for the child's unwavering resilience in the face of adversity.

"Her name is Wanwan. Has she ever formally studied music?"

Lu Zheng slowly squatted down, keeping eye to eye with Wanwan, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze, softly brushing past Wanwan's ear.

Song Hui stood to the side, her gaze shifting back and forth between Lu Zheng and Wanwan, and slowly said, "She has never studied systematically; she used to figure out how to sing on her own."

This child seems to have an innate love for music. Even though he is blind, he is very happy as long as he hears music.

She only recently started systematic learning, but she's very hardworking and talented.

Lu Zheng gently held Wanwan's small hand; it was soft, yet possessed an astonishing strength.

"Our station is preparing a music variety show called 'Heavenly Voices of Children,' which will probably air around New Year's Day. It's a singing competition program specially designed for children."

I'd like to invite Wanwan to participate. How far she goes will depend entirely on her own abilities. What do you think about making arrangements?

A glint of anticipation shone in Lu Zheng's eyes.

Song Hui's eyes lit up immediately. She looked at Lu Zheng excitedly, her voice trembling with excitement: "This is truly an honor for our Wanwan! You don't know, this child has always dreamed of having more opportunities to sing."

She looked at Wanwan, her eyes glistening with tears of excitement, "Wanwan, did you hear that? There's a fantastic opportunity."

Wanwan's little face immediately lit up with a smile of surprise and joy, as bright as a flower blooming in spring. She held her sister's hand tightly, her voice as clear and melodious as a silver bell: "Sister, can I really go? I really want to sing for more people."

Xiang Nan held Wanwan tightly in her arms, as if she wanted to use her embrace to create a vast sky for Wanwan, like she was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

"Of course, Wanwan. We must cherish this opportunity."

Lu Zheng stood up, looking at this deeply moving scene, his heart filled with warmth, as if he were being bathed in the warm winter sun. "Then let's meet again then."

He said with a smile, a smile that contained boundless expectations for Wanwan's future.

After Lu Zheng left, Xiang Nan was still unable to calm down. Holding Wanwan's hand, she walked briskly towards the company as if she were walking on clouds.

"Do you know what? I have some amazing news!" Song Hui said to Luo Li over the phone, her voice filled with barely suppressed joy.

"What good news? You seem so happy," Luo Li asked with a smile.

Song Hui excitedly said, "Director Lu Zheng invited Wanwan to participate in their station's music variety show, 'Heavenly Voices'!"

"Wow! Wanwan, you're amazing! This is a fantastic opportunity!" Luo Li exclaimed.

Wanwan smiled shyly, her little face flushed, like a ripe apple.

"I will sing well," she said softly, her voice low but filled with a firm determination.

"However, we have one more important thing to do before we participate in the show."

Song Hui's expression instantly turned serious, as if dark clouds had obscured the sunlight.

Everyone looked puzzled, their eyes filled with confusion.

"We must cure Wanwan's eyes," Song Hui said firmly, without the slightest hesitation. "Wanwan is so talented; we can't let her eyes stay like this forever."

We want her to be able to truly see this world, to see the stage lights and the audience.

Luo Li's eyes were filled with emotion, like a clear spring: "You're right, we must find a way to cure Wanwan's eyes."

In the world of music, "Misplaced Time and Space" shines like a brilliant new star across the night sky, dazzling on the stage of the National Day celebrations and becoming the most popular song of all.

Even after the celebration ended, people's enthusiasm for the song remained as fervent as a blazing fire, and discussions about the song unfolded enthusiastically in every corner of the city, like a grand musical feast spreading through the streets and alleys.

Ko Shih-yin, the singer who gained attention with "Misplaced Time and Space," is currently immersed in the joy of success, as if she were floating on a cloud of happiness.

She stood in the backstage dressing room, looking at her exquisitely made-up self in the mirror, her face beaming with a confident smile that seemed to express her certainty and pride in her music.

She knew that the melody and sentiment of the song were perfectly blended, as if it had a magical power that could, like a delicate comb, deeply touch the softest strings of people's hearts and evoke a strong emotional resonance.

All of this destined it to sit on the number one throne on the music stage and become the focus of everyone's attention.

After being uploaded to music platforms, the song demonstrated astonishing dominance on the legendary charts.

Like a fierce track and field race, "Misaligned Time and Space" took the lead, leaving all other songs far behind. No song could compete with it, just like a lonely king galloping across the battlefield.

Within just a few hours of its release, it surged ahead like a wild horse, dominating the charts and skyrocketing in popularity. Downloads grew at an astonishing rate, and the comments section was overflowing with praise and love from listeners, creating a vibrant and colorful sea of ​​flowers.

Ke Shiyin harbors a bigger dream: she longs to challenge for the title of Queen of Pop. Looking at the results of "Misplaced Time and Space," she silently prays, "I hope I can retain the number one spot for my fifth song."

She clenched her fists tightly, her eyes shining with determination and anticipation, like a warrior about to embark on a journey.

In the days that followed, everyone in the company got busy preparing for Wanwan.

Xiang Nan and Wanwan also signed with Huaxi Entertainment, with Xiang Nan becoming Wanwan's assistant. They inquired everywhere about treatments for the eyes and hospitals, and contacted specialists.

Song Hui searched for all sorts of information online every day, not giving up any hope.

During a small company meeting, everyone sat together discussing Wanwan's eye treatment plan, like a group of wise men deliberating on a major decision.

“I contacted a top ophthalmology hospital in China. They said Wanwan’s condition is quite complicated, but it’s not entirely hopeless,” Song Hui said earnestly, holding a document, a hint of relief in her eyes.

"What about the treatment costs? Will they be very high?" Xiang Nan asked worriedly, her brows furrowing slightly, as if a dark cloud had fallen over her.

"The cost isn't very high, I'll cover it. Consider it an advance on your salary," Luo Li said, her tone calm and firm, like a steady mountain.

“Yes, we can’t let money delay Wanwan’s treatment.” Song Hui nodded in agreement, her eyes revealing an unwavering determination.

After much effort, the treatment plan was finally finalized, and the surgery date was set.

In the days leading up to the surgery, Wanwan was a little nervous, like a frightened fawn, but she was also full of anticipation, her expectant eyes shining like stars in the night sky.

"Sister, I really want to see what you look like, as well as Sister Luo Li and the other brothers and sisters."

As Wanwan lay in bed, she spoke to Xiang Nan, her voice tinged with longing.

Xiang Nan gently stroked Wanwan's hair, tears welling in her eyes, "Wanwan, you'll be able to see soon. When your eyes are better, we'll go to so many places together and see all the beautiful scenery."

On the day of the surgery, Luo Li, Song Hui, and Hu Xike all came to the hospital. They waited anxiously outside the operating room, each silently praying for Wanwan.

Time ticked by in the tense atmosphere, like fine sand slowly flowing through an hourglass.

Finally, the operating room door opened. The doctor came out with a smile on his face, a smile like a bright ray of dawn: "The surgery was a success, and the child should recover well."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and cheers echoed through the hospital corridor, like a cheerful spring breeze.

During her post-operative recovery, Wanwan could feel the gradual changes in her vision every day, like a budding flower slowly blooming.

She excitedly shared the blurry light and shadow she had seen with everyone. Each new discovery felt like a precious gift, bringing a happy smile to her face.

As her vision gradually recovered, Wanwan's understanding of music seemed to deepen. She could see the notes on the sheet music and the expressions on the faces of the people around her when they sang. All of this filled her with confidence for the upcoming "Heavenly Voices" program, like a warrior about to go into battle, full of fighting spirit.