The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 289 (Patreon)

Chapter 289

Three days later, as the plane from Wilran Airport hadn't yet taken off, numerous fans had already gathered at Haicheng Airport, eagerly awaiting their idol's return. However, after a few hours, what they received was not Ling Chunann, but tragic news instead.

—The plane from Wilran to Haicheng had crashed, with no survivors on board.

The news was relayed through the official Star Emperor social media, shocking the fans waiting at the airport.

"This can't be possible."

"This must be Susu joking around. Yes, she’s so close with Star Emperor, they must have conspired to trick us, she definitely wants us to go back, not come to pick her up."

"That's right, it must be a joke, Susu stop being naughty, come back to us."

"We were supposed to start the world tour next year, I've already saved up my money to follow Susu from city to city."

…

Panic spread among the fan group, and they frantically searched for news to prove this was just a ridiculous lie, only to find overwhelming reports of the plane crash.

As time passed, not a single person left the airport, clinging to the hope that maybe Susu was on that flight.

An hour passed, then two…

A day passed…

"Host, your fans have occupied Haicheng Airport, they've been waiting all day," 098 reported to Ling Chunann.

Of course, Ling Chunann hadn’t boarded the plane. As for those on the plane, it was just a diversion. Since deciding to abandon his identity as Susu, Ling Chunann had planned this scene, using the crash as a plausible means of faking his own death.

Hearing 098's report, Ling Chunann frowned slightly and sighed helplessly. He hadn’t expected the fans in this world to be so devoted. His fans had been passionate before, but after he disappeared… well, he hadn’t received any outside information since.

Qin Mu knew what Ling Chunann was thinking, and kissed him gently on the cheek, "I’ll have Qin Chu handle it, he’ll sort it out."

"Okay," Ling Chunann replied, then added, "Right, send out my will."

Speaking of the will, Qin Mu’s expression turned a bit odd, but he quickly agreed, "Okay."

Thinking back to how Qin Mu had panicked when Ling Chunann mentioned his will, 098 couldn’t help but want to laugh, but quickly stifled it, "Host, why would you do this?"

If it were truly a death escape, there was no need to inform the fans of his return.

"Because…" Ling Chunann drew out his words.

098 felt a sinking feeling, as when the host spoke like this, it rarely led to a serious answer.

As expected, Ling Chunann finally said two words, "For fun."

"…" Okay, it would figure it out on its own.

With Qin Chu stepping in, the fans gathered at the airport soon dispersed. Three days later, Star Emperor held a memorial service for Susu, under a drizzle, with millions of people from around the world arriving, each holding a white rose—the flower Ling Chunann had mentioned as his favorite during a livestream—dressed in black, solemnly bowing before the tombstone.

During the memorial, Star Emperor revealed Susu's will, clearly stating that all of Susu's assets, including future earnings from his works, would go to charity.

Simultaneously, Star Emperor announced the establishment of a charity foundation named after Susu.

Lastly, they released one last piece of news… Susu’s final single had been uploaded.

Almost everyone, whether a fan of Susu or not, rushed to find the song prominently featured on the music platform as soon as they heard the news.

The song was true to Susu’s style but slightly different. The gentle prelude alone was enough to send shivers down the spine, followed by an ethereal female humming. It had no lyrics, and the melody was relatively gentle, but it seemed to penetrate the soul, eliciting feelings of happiness, sadness, resolve, and dreams from listeners.

This was a song without words, but no one felt it was incomplete, for it was titled— "The Aria of Life."

Decades later, a seasoned music authority immersed in the music industry commented, "The composer of this song is a genius. Each time I listen to it, I gain a new insight. Rather than calling it a song, I’d prefer to call it a beacon of life. It’s just a pity I couldn’t hear her sing it live—that might have brought an even more beautiful experience, and I believe many will share my regret."

"Welcome back to the mission space, host, and congratulations on completing the mission. Your energy points from this mission total 120,000, with a world rating of special class, and double compensation for exceeding the mission level. You killed a special-class mission target, gaining

 their remaining energy points of 360,000 and 60% of their mission completion points, 180,000 in total. Hidden mission completed: Susu's Wish, awarding 10,000 energy points. Your current total energy points are 1,380,000. The system store is now open."

"Your total energy points have exceeded one million. Would you like to spend one million energy points to upgrade to a high-level mission performer?" the system asked.

Hearing this, Ling Chunann became interested, "I don’t remember needing energy points to upgrade from junior to intermediate levels."

"That's correct, host. Under the rules, a high-level mission performer may open the system store mid-mission and will have certain carry-over energy privileges," 098 explained.

"Anything else?"

"Well…" 098 hesitated for a moment before admitting sheepishly, "The system will also upgrade."

"Oh," Ling Chunann nodded, "Then upgrade."

098 was both surprised and delighted; it had thought Ling Chunann might refuse, "Very well, host, deducting one million energy points, current remaining energy points are 380,000, upgrading now."

Ling Chunann felt a warm surge as his dormant primal energy from his previous world slowly increased, a process lasting about ten minutes. By the end, his energy had increased by nearly ten percent.

A fruitful harvest—Ling Chunann commented.

Meanwhile, 098 underwent even greater changes. After announcing the upgrade, it detached from Ling Chunann’s soul and turned into a white light orb. Once the upgrade completed, it transformed into… a white light orb with ears.

Ling Chunann poked what seemed to be 098’s belly, felt the familiar softness, then tugged on its fluffy ears, thought for a second, then moved closer.

Just waking up, 098 saw its host’s magnified handsome face and slightly parted lips revealing neat white teeth, which nearly scared it out of its wits, "Host! What are you doing?"

Hearing 098's shriek, Ling Chunann regretfully withdrew his action, then inquired concernedly, "Besides growing ears, how do you feel?"

"I’ve gained some data access privileges, the system space has expanded, allowing for more storage, and there’s a new supporting character monitoring feature," 098 reported meticulously, "Ah! And a mission performer detection function! From now on, if any mission performer comes within a hundred miles of the host, I’ll be able to detect them. But that’s not right..."

"Yes?"

"According to the records, even a special-class missioner's system shouldn’t have this feature," 098 pondered. Could it be uniquely favored by the main god? That would be... fantastic!

Watching 098 get lost in its thoughts, its body glowing in dreamy pink, Ling Chunann recalled its previous taste and finally gave up the idea of taking another bite, "Start the next mission."

Unaware it had narrowly escaped a threat, 098 replied spiritedly, "Yes, host, preparing for the next mission. The target is a higher-level world, world selection complete, ready for transfer, please prepare, host."

On a rugged mountain path, several students trekked forward, trudging through the forest until the scenery suddenly opened up, revealing a cliff with a narrow path just wide enough for one person to cross.

"Cross this path, and we'll reach the ancient tomb," the leader of the group, a young man wearing glasses, said excitedly.

"But how are we supposed to get across?" the only girl in the group shivered.

"Yeah, there’s no way people can cross this path."

"Maybe we should go back, this is too dangerous."

"It’s just for a summer report, no need to take such risks."

The path, seemingly long unused, was overgrown with weeds and brambles, and the vines hanging from the mountain top greatly obstructed their way, no wonder everyone felt apprehensive.

Finally, the undecided group looked to the tall, thin young man who had been silent, "Qi’an, what do you think?"

"I’ll lead the way. Xiaoyue, hand me the machete from your bag. We must reach the ancient tomb by dusk."

Ling Chunann woke up hungry. He slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a space that was neither too narrow nor too enclosed, and despite the dim lighting, it didn’t affect his vision. After looking around, he confirmed he was inside a coffin, and his body felt strange.

Circulating his primal energy through his body, Ling Chunann concluded.

This body’s condition resembled that of a vampire he once inhabited; his somewhat itchy gums suggested he might also need fresh blood for sustenance, yet there was another peculiar force within, similar to that found in the Immortal Cultivation World. He raised his hand to remove a talisman that had been stuck on his forehead for who knows how long and threw it aside, then called out, "

098, the plot."

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