Chapter 46

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“She’s Chinese? That’s unexpected.”

“You can’t tell she has Asian blood at all, but that doesn’t matter—her beauty transcends borders.”

“Still feels a bit off.”

“Maybe the website messed up—this girl might actually be Korean, sseumnida~~~”

“Just look at her name—only Chinese names use pinyin, not Romanized letters.”

“She’s definitely Chinese—YouTube’s recent hit song ‘Faded’ is hers.”

“So she’s the artist! Oh my God, no one knows how much I love this song—I’ve been looping it nonstop these past few days!”

“Her voice is like a dream, her beauty like a dream—Director Claire’s evaluation was spot-on; she really is my walking dream!”

“You’ve praised her so much, I’m starting to want to listen to this song on YouTube.”

“‘Faded’ is absolutely worth a listen—it’s nearing 200 million views on YouTube and could easily become the number-one song on the B-chart!”

“It definitely has that potential—music knows no borders; if it’s good enough, it will make the charts…”

“Congratulations! Your rank has upgraded to Somewhat Famous (Gold: Asia, North America).”

Luo Quan frowned: “Why did I level up but my rank went down?”

She was previously Gold-ranked as Highly Famous—how did leveling up make her Somewhat Famous?

“Look closely—the region for Somewhat Famous expanded to Asia and North America. For an Asian artist to become famous in the U.S. is extremely difficult, so a star who’s Somewhat Famous in America has far more influence than one who’s Highly Famous in Asia.”

Luo Quan snorted: “All that just means you look down on Asian stars, doesn’t it?”

“I’m not looking down on anyone—I’m just stating facts. But you, in the near future, have a real chance to become the one who breaks the mold.”

Luo Quan waved her hand: “Don’t flatter me with grand promises—now that I leveled up, is there a reward?”

“Of course—here’s a task for you. Complete it and you’ll get a mysterious reward~~~”

Luo Quan’s face darkened: “So the ‘mysterious reward’ is just another task, and then another mysterious reward after that? Are you looping me like a Russian doll?!”

The system swore solemnly: “It’s a real mysterious reward—definitely not a Russian doll!”

“Then tell me—what’s the task?”

“Break Japan’s single-album sales record.”

“What?!” Luo Quan thought she’d misheard. “You’re not joking, are you?!”

The system affirmed with absolute certainty: “No joke!”

In this world, Japan’s single-album sales record is 7.68 million copies, set by the famous singer Kumamoto Kōko at the turn of the century—the best-selling album in Asian history, certified by Guinness World Records!

Even during the golden age of the music industry, 7.68 million sales remained a myth that stunned countless industry insiders—and no one has broken it since.

In the entertainment industry, there’s a saying: small success comes from promotion, big success comes from fate.

The same applies to the music market: a high-quality album selling well is normal, but becoming a breakout hit and breaking sales records requires a certain amount of luck.

When fortune turns, any record is possible—but if luck runs out, your ceiling might only be two or three million, since the sluggish state of Asia’s music market is widely acknowledged.

With the rise of the internet, more and more people prefer cheaper, faster digital albums, and physical albums have gradually become relics of faith.

Nowadays in Japan, let alone breaking Kumamoto Kōko’s record, no album has sold five million copies in nearly fifteen years.

Luo Quan had confidence in her music, but she didn’t believe her songs could revive Japan’s music market—such a revival requires industry-wide prosperity and a constant influx of musical talent.

Currently, such an environment doesn’t exist. If this were America, maybe she could break the record—but America’s sales record isn’t just 7.68 million; the American music market operates on an entirely different scale!

“What, you lack confidence?” The system’s voice sounded mocking.

Luo Quan sighed helplessly: “Of course I lack it—how am I supposed to sell 7.68 million copies with my second album? Where’s my magic power?”

No matter what, she was still newly famous, with a limited fanbase and low sales-to-fame ratio—these were hard limitations.

If the goal were delayed to her third or fourth album, Luo Quan could use high-quality songs to build her reputation first—once she had fame, breaking the record wouldn’t be impossible.

But now… it’s still too early.

“Have some ambition! I’m the Diva Training System—how can you become a Diva without the courage to turn the impossible into reality?”

Luo Quan laughed bitterly: “Easy for you to say—but breaking records requires timing, location, and human fortune!”

She wasn’t just making excuses—her first album was almost certain to break Hoshino Sakura’s debut record, but on the crucial day, Avex ruined her momentum with negative hype, causing sales to plummet. Even after the truth was cleared up, the lost sales couldn’t be recovered—the record remained unbroken.

The same could happen with her second album—if any negative news surfaces, all her ambitions will vanish.

“You’re a transmigrator—you must believe the world’s will is on your side!”

Luo Quan retorted: “Then can you make me the King of the World?”

“No. I’m the Diva Training System, not the Emperor Training System. Even if I were, today’s society wouldn’t allow a King of the World to exist—and besides, you’re female, so at best you could only become Queen of the World!”

Luo Quan chuckled: “Why add ‘Queen’? Watch out—I’ll give you a ‘angry-shaking-cold’ warning!”

“Joking won’t help—just tell me: do you accept the task?”

“I’ll take it—why not? But before I do, you owe me an advance reward. With my current strength, I’m still lacking in every area needed to break the record.”

“No!”

Luo Quan lowered her voice, speaking slowly and deliberately: “This can be arranged.”

After a moment’s hesitation, the system finally compromised: “I’ll give you a few random reward packs—there’s a chance they contain good items.”

Luo Quan eagerly asked: “How good could these ‘good items’ be?”

“Beauty-enhancing cream, side-effect-free breast-enhancing pills, permanent skin-tightening tonic, super-whitening oil.”

Luo Quan collapsed to the floor: “What do I even need these things for?!”

“Studies show that people with higher looks earn thirty percent more pay for the same job—selling albums is the same. If you’re beautiful, won’t more people buy?”

“What nonsense! Do I need to rely on my face to survive?” Luo Quan rolled her eyes and began her draw.