The entertainment industry in this world resembles that of Bollywood in India.

Page 1/3

Planet W.

The recording of “The Almighty Singer King” was about to begin. All eighty-eight contestants would take the stage together, officially opening the competition.

As a highly anticipated talent show, the program boldly adopted a combination of live and pre-recorded formats, attracting countless online viewers and flooding the screen with lively comments.

"Hey? Did you hear? Ji Fanxing is on this show!"

"What? After hurting her own sister so badly, she still has the nerve to show her face?"

"If not for her, our Xue would never have lost such a great film opportunity!"

"We must resolutely boycott anyone with such poor morals!"

"Boycott +1"

"Boycott +10086"

Inside the main makeup room, minor celebrities and newcomers without any backstage connections waited like hungry chicks for the limited staff to attend to them.

Ji Fanxing sat with her eyes closed, letting the makeup artist do as she pleased.

The makeup artist, emotionless as a machine, quickly finished a generic stage look on her face, grabbed a costume at random, shoved it at her, and told her to get up for the next client.

Had the makeup artist observed more closely, she would have noticed that the Ji Fanxing who opened her eyes before the mirror was a completely different person from the one who'd first sat down.

Without giving anything away, Ji Fanxing surveyed her surroundings. The familiar scene stirred memories.

“I never thought I’d return to this moment.”

Once, she’d grown up in a family of performers—a famous director for a father, and a mother once known as the “Red Rose” of the silver screen.

She was the second child. Above her, an outstanding elder sister; below, a younger brother doted on by their parents. Reserved by nature, neither as remarkable as her elder sister nor as sweet-tongued as her younger brother, she was always the dispensable option E—the Plan B to everyone else.

She was the substandard creation her parents preferred not to mention, the one they scolded, criticized, and suppressed from their lofty heights.

No matter how hard she tried, she could never win her family’s recognition or attention.

Once, a video surfaced online of her elder sister Ji Shengxue getting injured during a rehearsal. Unluckily, Ji Fanxing—recently rejected for the same role her sister had won—was also present. Worse yet, the camera angle made it seem as though Ji Fanxing, standing behind, had deliberately stepped on Ji Shengxue’s dress, causing her fall.

Though the injury didn’t affect her walking, Ji Shengxue could no longer play the dancer in the film.

Just then, an invitation to “The Almighty Singer King” arrived. Their father, not wanting to see his eldest daughter downcast, relented despite his contempt for popularity-based talent shows. Seeing his firstborn rally, he agreed to let Ji Shengxue join the musical competition.

Meanwhile, Ji Fanxing was caught in a storm of public condemnation for allegedly sabotaging her sister, enduring blame from both family and the one she secretly loved.

In the end, perhaps desperate once more for her family’s notice and approval, she chased after her sister’s footsteps, unsure of her own feelings, and resolutely entered the same show.

But misfortune struck again during the competition, and the blame once more fell squarely on her “previous record.”

From there, her reputation was utterly destroyed. Her parents banished her abroad.

Page 2/3

Alone and destitute in a foreign land, she was maliciously targeted and tormented by someone who adored her elder sister, and ultimately died a violent, lonely death on the street...

Her phone vibrated.

She glanced at the caller, hesitated a moment, then answered with a dry voice, using a now unfamiliar title:

“Hello, Dad.”

Ji Changming on the other end failed to notice the difference in her tone and immediately barked, “You went to such lengths to join this competition just to hurt your sister again?”

“What?” The harsh accusation stunned her—how had she hurt anyone?

Assuming his disappointing daughter was feigning ignorance, Ji Changming pressed on, “Your sister is determined—she insists on competing even while injured. If you do anything behind the scenes to harm her again, you will never appear in front of any camera ever again!”

Was this a threat of blacklisting? Ji Fanxing understood now.

In the past, even when faced with such accusations, she would have meekly endured the injustice.

But now, things were different. She hadn’t fought so hard to return just to be bullied again!

“If my elder sister competes, she’s strong-willed. If I compete, I must be out to get her? Both daughters—why do you only care about the one who’s hurt, and not the one who’s wrongly accused?”

She exposed him mercilessly:

“Besides, no matter how influential you are in the industry, you’re just a director—you can’t cover up every camera. At your age, are you not ashamed to still rely on threats?”

“Insolent! You—!”

The call ended abruptly. In her previous life, this father had already erased her from the family; there was no reason for her to crave affection now.

Since her downfall began here in her past life,

Now, she would begin here again—but this time, to reverse her fate completely.

Last time, she had no real singing talent—she had simply tried to mimic her elder sister, hoping for her family’s attention, and joined the contest.

But during her performance, she discovered her backing track had been altered, the key raised at the climax. Already weak in high notes, she cracked on stage, forgot her lyrics, and froze.

The spectacle was a disaster, quickly going viral and inspiring all kinds of online mockery.

At that time, “You sing just like Ji Fanxing” became a byword for “singing terribly”—and an especially vicious insult.

It left a deep scar on her psyche. From then on, she developed a fear of cameras...

After her death abroad, she was seized by a system and transported to a world called “Earth,” forced to assume a hundred different professions and reach the pinnacle of each, under threat of soul erasure if she failed.

Page 3/3

Under this threat, she eventually overcame her psychological trauma during one mission.

Now, having completed all the system’s tasks, she’d been released and, as a reward, sent back to her original world—right to the moment everything began.

Ji Fanxing realized that this world’s music, film, and entertainment styles were all things Earth had long since exhausted.

She, who had already mastered every entertainment profession on Earth, now saw this world’s pop culture as little more than a Bollywood knockoff.

“Hurry up, everyone! The livestream’s about to start!” The stage manager rushed in with a hurried reminder, then dashed off to the next room.

Ji Fanxing, now changed into her performance outfit, stared at herself in the mirror, exasperated.

An ill-fitting tiered dress, hair hastily crimped into a mess by an indifferent stylist, and such exaggerated makeup that her features were barely visible.

She looked like a monstrous white pinecone.

Such an atrocious look—there was no trace of aesthetic sense.

As a former top stylist, she would never have allowed herself to appear like this.

Without hesitation, Ji Fanxing abandoned the hopeless dress.

All the spare costumes in the main makeup room were equally uninspiring, but she managed to find a red puff-sleeved mini dress that would suffice.

She restyled her hair with a flat iron.

She blended out the stiff shadows on her face, flicked out the corners of her eyes, and painted on bold red lips.

In just a few deft movements, the clumsy pinecone had transformed into a wild, sultry kitten.

Her gaze was sharp—get too close and you might get scratched.

“Barely passable,” she muttered, striking a pose before the mirror, echoing the system’s old grading routine.

Just then, it was time for the live broadcast. The contestants were ushered behind the stage curtain, ready for their debut.

Viewers had already gathered online, eagerly cheering for their idols.

“Where does Ji Fanxing get the nerve to join this show? She’s ruined a perfectly good program...”

“Ugly and troublesome, she doesn’t even deserve to stand next to our Xue, let alone compete! I’m furious!”

“Our Xue is beautiful and hardworking—still competing despite her injury. Unlike some people, who can’t succeed and just get jealous!”

Backstage, just like in her previous life, Ji Fanxing was assigned to the very end of the lineup.

And at the very front stood her elder sister, Ji Shengxue.