The Journey to Godhood in Another World

After the second performance, the atmosphere in the president's office of Brilliant Entertainment was slightly heavy, as if his thoughts were still immersed in the performance that had cleverly blended winter with unrequited love.

Ji Yajun paced back and forth in front of his desk, his brows furrowed slightly as he pondered to himself, "I originally thought Luo Li wouldn't write about the theme of unrequited love, but I didn't expect her to write it so movingly. This woman is indeed not to be underestimated. However, what tricks will she come up with for her next work on the theme of unrequited love? I'd like to see."

A hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes, but more so, a determination to win.

At this moment, the sky outside was gradually darkening, and the cold wind howled through the gaps in the venue, making a "whooshing" sound, as if playing the prelude to this war without gunpowder.

Ji Yajun stopped, took out his phone, and whispered to his subordinates, "Increase the vote-getting efforts. Money, manpower, and resources are not a problem. We must ensure that we win. Also, contact those music critics we bribed and tell them that they must vote for Liu Sheng's team."

His voice was cold and firm, and his eyes revealed a hint of ruthlessness.

Soon, the stage lights came on again, and the host, with a smile on his face, walked confidently onto the stage, clutching the envelope that would decide the outcome tightly in his hand.

The entire recording studio fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on the host.

"Now, the exciting moment has arrived. The results are in my hands. Let's take a look at the music critics' choices." The host's voice echoed in the quiet hall.

Music critics began voting, their expressions varying—some serious and earnest, others somewhat perfunctory.

When the voting results were displayed on the big screen, the audience erupted in uproar. "A whopping 13 people voted for Liu Sheng's team, while Luo Li's team only got 7 votes."

People were whispering among themselves. Seeing the result, Ji Yajun's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile, secretly pleased with himself: "Hmph, this is the power of money."

"Let's take a look at the total number of votes. More than 300 million people participated in this vote. Adding the votes from music critics, the difference between the two teams is very small, less than 5,000 votes."

The host's voice rang out again, and his gaze slowly swept around the recording studio, as if sensing the tense atmosphere.

"Now I announce that the winning team is... Liu Sheng's team!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, Ji Yajun was so happy he almost jumped up. His hands were clenched tightly, and his smile was incredibly bright. He thought to himself, "After spending so much money, I finally got some good news. Luo Li, so what if you're powerful? You'll still be defeated by me."

He turned to his team members and shouted, "Keep doing this for the third song! Everyone, give it your all and try to win all three songs in one go. That way, Luo Li will have to get out of the entertainment industry, and then Huaxi Entertainment will soon be swallowed up by me, hahahaha."

His laughter echoed in the CEO's office, sounding particularly jarring.

The audience erupted in uproar, whispering and discussing amongst themselves.

"Ruan Yunyu sang very well, her technique was amazing, but she didn't put enough emotion into her songs, so I didn't really empathize with her."

A young girl frowned and said, "Yeah, I still prefer Lu Jinchen's 'Winter's Secret.' That song really touched my heart. Who hasn't had a crush?" The boy next to her chimed in.

In the live stream, the barrage of comments surged like a tidal wave, the screen filled with surprised expressions.

"This looks too fake, isn't there some kind of shady deal going on?" one netizen commented in the live chat.

"Although I was surprised, I had no choice but to accept the result. I just hope that Luo Li can win the next match."

Another netizen wrote helplessly, "Go, Yue Da Da! Crush them in the next round!"

"Don't be discouraged, Yue! Cheer up! We'll always support you!"

"Such a beautiful and touching song didn't win? That's unbelievable!"

"Please play more songs! This is truly a feast for the eyes and ears!"

"come on! Come on!"

Various encouraging words kept flooding the screen, as if they were the fans' silent support for Luo Li.

Luo Li was sitting in the backstage dressing room when her phone suddenly rang. It was Song Hui calling.

She answered the phone gently, "Hello, Sister Song." "Luo Li, I found out. Ji Yajun bribed music critics and spent a lot of money to garner votes in order to win. It's outrageous!"

Song Hui's voice was somewhat indignant. Luo Li sighed slightly, a hint of disdain in her eyes: "I knew he would pull this stunt, but Sister Song, we don't need to be like him. I believe in the quality of my song, and I'm sure it will lead me to victory."

Her tone was firm and confident, and her eyes shone with unwavering determination.

Hearing Luo Li's confident words, Song Hui still had reservations and dared not completely let things go.

In the end, she decided to send in an online army in an attempt to make the situation even more chaotic, so as to prevent Ji Yajun from acting recklessly and without restraint.

Behind the noise and chaos, Luo Li knew that the challenges she faced had only just begun.

After the two matches concluded, it was lunchtime. Song Hui and her team thoughtfully prepared lunch for everyone present.

The host enthusiastically announced, "Everyone, please take a one-hour break to collect your meals and enjoy lunch. After an hour, once you've recharged, we'll continue the exciting competition."

As a result, the crowd gradually dispersed, and people walked towards the food distribution point, either in groups or alone, to replenish their energy during this short break and prepare for the upcoming matches.

In the blink of an eye, the third round of the competition was about to begin. Yun Ran gracefully stepped onto the stage, cleared her throat, and said, "The theme of this third piece is 'regret.' This theme has profound implications, like an indelible shadow in the long river of time, familiar yet elusive. I hope that you two can delve into your inner emotional world, mobilize all your inspiration and talent, and transform those stories, emotions, or insights about regret hidden deep in your memories into lively notes and words. Begin your creation now and use your works to interpret the unique artistic conception of 'regret' for us."

When Luo Li heard the theme "regret", she couldn't help but frown slightly. She already suffered from decision-making difficulties, and now she was even more troubled, after all, the scope of creative possibilities for this theme was too broad.

She racked her brains, trying to think of something, and in her anxiety, a song suddenly came to mind.

It was a song that was not widely circulated and little known at first, until it was reinterpreted and covered by Jay Chou, and it became a hit across the country.

Coincidentally, among the singers who came to participate in the event, there happened to be a very talented male singer.

His voice is exceptionally gifted, especially in the mid-to-high range, and his delicate handling of the emotions in songs is very similar to that of Jay Chou, as if he possesses the charm and style of Jay Chou's voice.

Luo Li was still choosing a piece to compose when she thought of this, and her eyes lit up instantly, as if she had seen a ray of light in the darkness. She had already made up her mind: this is the one.