"Oh, my stream's live. Guess I'll wait a few minutes for my fans to show up."
On her — or rather his — screen was a crescent moon logo with a tiny cat running across it.
While waiting for viewers to enter, she browsed through several song lists, trying to memorize the lyrics. Despite her newly enhanced vocal talent, memorization was a different challenge entirely. Singing talent only covered vocal ability — it didn't give her perfect memory or extra stamina. She could still get tired after singing too long, and her throat wasn't immune to strain.
She had already confirmed this earlier when asking the system whether the reward came as a complete package. The answer was disappointing but logical — she had peak talent, not limitless endurance or instant memorization. The description was clear: "Talent only."
Still, humming wasn't a problem. She could hum for as long as she liked without hurting her throat, and besides, the singing tutorial she'd watched earlier even recommended humming to warm up the voice and relax the vocal cords.
Her humming filled the quiet room — soft, graceful, and entrancing, like a siren's call. If anyone else had been there, they would've stopped to listen. But she was alone… at least, for now.
Somewhere else, a group of fans was anxiously waiting.
"I wonder when Moon will go live again. I miss her so much it's driving me insane," one muttered dramatically. "My brothers and I can't keep living like this!"
He clasped his hands as if praying. "Oh, merciful goddess, please bless this humble mortal and let Moon stream again—"
"WAIT! Holy crap! Moon's online! Oh blessed mother of miracles, that was fast! I'll be your loyal follower forever—hang on, I need to call my brothers!"
...
Moments later, the fan rejoined the stream chat, breathing heavily in excitement. The viewer count was already climbing fast. He grinned.
"Thank God, she's back. I was going to lose my mind if Moon didn't show up."
The chat exploded:
"Lmao, men are losers."
"Shut up, jealous hag! Moon's way prettier than you'll ever be."
"Mercy, that burn was brutal!"
"Here comes the poetic weirdo again."
"Stop with the cringe, bro, we're trying to enjoy the stream!"
As chaos flooded the comments, the screen suddenly glitched — flickering with strange distortions. Some panicked newcomers thought their device was hacked or infected, while veteran fans just laughed knowingly.
They'd seen this before. It was Moon's signature prank — her way of announcing she was about to go live.
"Don't worry, newbies," one veteran typed. "We've all been there."
After a brief minute, the screen cleared — revealing Moon's face.
Or rather, Kurt's — now perfectly disguised as his feminine alter ego.
(Author's note: From here on, I'll use "she/her" for Moon — don't get confused, and no, I'm not gay if that's what you're thinking.)
"Cough cough Hi everyone! Moon's back!" she greeted with a sweet smile, waving to the camera. "Sorry I disappeared for a few days. I wasn't feeling well, so I had to rest. Hope you guys understand!"
Her voice, while originally male, was adjusted to sound light and feminine. None of her viewers noticed the disguise — or if they did, they didn't care. For now, her secret was safe. If anyone ever found out she wasn't really a "she," her entire career would collapse overnight.
"Hey, how's everyone doing? You all staying safe at home? Got your vaccines yet?" she asked cheerfully, hoping to reconnect with her audience after the break.
The chat instantly flooded:
"No, Moon! I'm dying without you!"
"Please inject me with your vaccine… or something else 👀"
"Got you, perv!"
"LOL"
"Thumbs up emoji 👍"
"+1 +2 +3"
"Moon, I'd buy your 'body liquid' if it'd make me immune."
Moon sighed but smiled through the chaos. She'd grown used to the absurd comments — this was normal now.
"So, what should I play today?" she asked with a playful tilt of her head. "How about Attack on Strike?"
"Nooo, Moon, don't! That game'll stress you out!"
"Play something chill, I'll donate a grand if you do!"
"Rich people are wild these days 😂"
"Moon, just play Pet Kingdom and tell us how you've been. If you're lonely, call me ++++++++++++"
"HACK THIS GUY RIGHT NOW!"
"Yeah, how dare he flirt with our goddess!"
"+1 +2 +3"
"...On my way."
"HAHA, he's dead."
"No please! Forgive this lowly man!"
Moon sighed again, resting her chin on her hands. "They're at it again…"
This wasn't new — every stream, hackers among her fanbase would gang up on anyone who dared flirt with her. Once, a desperate viewer even messaged her privately, begging for mercy.
'Moon, please call off your hackers! I'll pay anything — just make them stop!'
And then… he vanished, never to be heard from again.
Moon tried not to dwell on it. She didn't condone what they did, but she couldn't stop them either. As long as it didn't destroy her reputation, she let it slide.
"Oh come on, guys, I'm not that bad, right?" she said, hiding her face behind her delicate hands while flashing a shy, teasing smile at the camera.
The chat erupted once more — hearts, emojis, and endless devotion flooding in like waves of light.
And the show… had only just begun.
"Yeah, what are you guys talking about? Moon is great, Moon is awesome!"
"YEAH! Whoever said she's bad, I'll cut you!"
"Shut up—you're the same rich kid who tried to pay Moon just to play Pet Kingdom."
"Oh, as bright as the stars, Moon will forever be a gamer goddess in my eyes."
"Please, somebody stop this guy."
"AHHH! Give me your address! I'll kill you first, then myself!"
"What a bunch of simps."
"Shut up, bitch."
Smiling wryly to herself, she suddenly remembered her newly gained talent and decided to share it with her fans.
With a soft, playful grin, she leaned closer to the camera.
"Hey guys, how about I sing something for you all? Is that okay?"
"0-0"
"WHAT! Moon can sing?!"
"Please do! Please do!!"
Ding! — 'IWillKillYouAss' just donated a Luxury Car.
"Can you record it and send it to my account? I want to listen to it every day—even if it's bad, I bet your voice is as beautiful as your goddess-like face."
"Damn, a true man right there!"
"That rich guy actually dropped a thousand dollars!"
"Cheers to you, brother!"
More donations flooded in, like a contest to see who could give her the biggest gift. Moon ignored it—she was used to this kind of chaos—but her chat was on fire. Viewers were stunned, jealous, and in awe of the huge amounts being thrown around.
"Alright then, guys. Oh—the patch is ready. Wait, let me log in first."
On her screen appeared the game's loading art: a medieval soldier in a brown leather jacket and black pants, face covered with a red horned mask. He held a sword and wore twin scabbards with strange cylindrical devices attached.
Across from him was a modern mercenary in camouflage, draped in chains of bullets, gun aimed forward, face streaked with ash and wrapped in a bandana—a perfect movie-style badass.
Below them, a login bar floated. Moon entered her account and the game loaded with a sharp bang. She hummed lightly as she clicked Combat, signaling she was ready.
"Okay guys, I'll sing now—hope you like it."
Then, her voice filled the stream as she sang 'Sad Song' by We the Kings:
You and I
We're like fireworks and symphonies exploding in the sky
With you, I'm alive
Like all the missing pieces of my heart
They finally collide...
As soon as her voice echoed through the speakers, the chat froze.
Every single viewer stopped typing, stopped moving—completely entranced.
Her voice was soft but filled with longing, melancholic yet soothing. It felt as though she was singing directly to them. Each note carried warmth, sincerity, and quiet heartbreak.
For many of her fans, it was like the song spoke their buried emotions—about love, loneliness, and loss. It pierced through their defenses. Some felt a lump in their throat, others found tears streaming down their faces without knowing why.
No man is truly heartless—and right then, none of them could hold it back.
Some thought of their exes, others of lovers long gone, and those who had no one… only thought of Moon.
Her song reached its climax, each lyric pulling deeper into their hearts:
Without you, I feel broke
Like I'm half of a whole
Without you, I've got no hand to hold...
And when the final note faded, silence lingered. Not the quiet of boredom—but the stillness of awe.
"Guys? Are you still there? Hello? Why is no one replying? Did my stream crash?"
Confused, she began adjusting her mic and camera, trying to check if something went wrong. She had no idea her voice had stunned everyone speechless.
"What did I just hear?"
"Yeah… what was that? Why won't my tears stop?"
"My face—why is it all wet?"
"The hell happened to you guys?"
"I… I miss my ex."
"Damn it! Can someone explain what just happened?"
"Did Alzheimer's go airborne or something? You're all acting weird."
"Oh—guys, so my stream didn't crash! What did you think of my singing?"
The chat started moving again, but slower than before. Her viewer count hadn't dropped—it was still just as high. Everyone was simply recovering from the emotional hit.
"Match found."
"My game's ready, guys. So? How was my voice? Why isn't chat as lively as before?"
"No, Moon, just give us a minute. We're still trying to recover."
"Yeah, ignore us for a bit, please. My emotions are all over the place."
"Wait, what did you do to make everyone like that? Did you flash something on screen?!"
"Bro, she sang, are you deaf?"
"Oh—sorry!"
Moon tilted her head in confusion, thoughtful but smiling faintly. She didn't fully understand what her singing did to them, but judging by their reactions, it was something extraordinary—something rare.
She still couldn't believe she had just recently learned to sing properly—and now, her voice could touch people's hearts like that.
"Now I'm curious," one user typed. "Was it really that good?"
"You don't understand," another replied. "When I heard her voice, I almost called my ex to tell her I still love her."
"Now you're killing me with curiosity!"
Ding! — 'IAmInlustable' just donated a Luxury Car.
"Moon, please… even if it cuts my allowance, I need to hear that song again."
And once again, the donations came pouring in, flooding her screen.
"Oh, okay," she said shyly, "I'll upload the recording later after the stream… Is my voice really that good?"
"Yeah," one fan replied. "When I heard it, I hugged my wife tight. Your voice reminded me that losing her would be like losing my whole world."