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Idol Warfare: Villainous Talent Agency

“What does it take to rise to the top?” Most people might list a few things that contribute to success. Determination, talent. An unwavering will. All of these things made sense, but there was also a different route. When asked that same question, Elric would answer with a single word. Ruthlessness. Who cares if the opponent is better in every way if they never have a chance to compete? You’re going to easily crush my crew’s runner in a sprint? Cool, let’s see you do it with a broken leg. Following in his father’s footsteps, Elric decides to start his own talent agency. Quickly finding himself butting heads with more… legitimate and powerful agencies, he falls back on his secret weapon. –Group Chat: The Boys. Members Currently Online: ???,??? –General Chat– (Open to see more). –Profiles– (Open to see more). –Lamb Sauce– (Open to see more [18+]). –Jobs– (Currently Viewing). … … Job Poster: Elric Melov (SecretlyKind). Request: Go to the singer “Alha Nulstaya’s” concert, boo and throw trash at her. Rewards: A free Taco Gong burrito for the first 20 members to sign up, an introduction to a cute girl for the most verbose booer. Current applicants: 516/20.

OakFlame · 都市
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107 Chs

Nighttime Playing

Elric leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh. In front of him, a completed flier design sat open on his computer. At the bottom of the document was a "Sign Up Today!" button that would redirect whoever scanned a code or clicked on a link in the online advertisements to be redirected to a list of participating singers.

Most of them just had the names of the team leaders, but the one at the top also included a phone number and a further embedded link to apply.

Confirming that everything was in order, Elric glanced longingly over at his bed. Ember was snoring softly, her arms hugging the giant teddy bear he'd given her previously.

After sending the completed documents to Dargon's messenger, Elric got up and headed for the kitchen.

There was already a little bit of light streaming in through the windows, just barely more than what could be provided by the moon. The vibrant neon green display on the oven read 4:33 am.