He was so miserable, he pretended to be [Quick Transmigration]

"Books... my little mermaid, books are a dangerous thing. Although they can't change the world, they can confuse people's minds and change the way you look at everything around them. They are not your friends. They will make you pale. Your brain is filled with dangerous thoughts... You have to read carefully or you will go crazy, understand?"

Huaicui left such a sentence and left.

It wasn't until the door of the palace was locked with a click that Han Yi was truly relieved.

In the king's impression, the mermaids were born in the frontier and respected nature. Most of them had never read any books, so they didn't care about Han Yi's request to read books.

But Han Yi knows that in the heart of Robinia, he really hopes that his "collection" can ask him for something-something that he can easily give, but the other party regards it as a treasure.

Like books.

This gives him the joy of being in control.

Han Yi even saw the crazy anticipation in the eyes of the locust tree when it closed the door. He seemed extremely hopeful to see the little mermaid drowning in the books, and hoped that the complicated philosophies in these words would drive him crazy.

He was already looking forward to the next meeting.

But according to the information in the original owner's memory, the emperor actually didn't come to the palace very often, at most twice a week.

This means that before the tyrant appears next time, Han Yi's time can be freely controlled.

The only restriction was that he could not leave here. Although this palace was the residence of the emperor, it was actually not that big. There were only three floors in total, and each floor was at most six hundred square meters.

In addition, there are heavy soldiers taking turns to handle every door of the palace. Those crooked, hyena-like paws will show their sharp teeth and drool everywhere when they see Han Yi from the crack of the door.

Han Yi shook his head, and decided not to provoke, he didn't want to become dog food before the task was completed.

As for the interior, these claws are not fit to enter, but each window has a special isolation device, as long as an object falls, it will be cut and shattered instantly.

The device also silenced his voice.

The palace is located in a busy city, and he can see the beautiful scenery of the capital through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and people of all kinds and races, but this is also like an invisible cage, making such a close distance like the end of the world.

No one can see the inside of the palace through the window, nor can they hear the sound inside. This kind of setting is not only because the emperor does not want others to see his confinement, but also because the cruel emperor tortured the mermaid mentally.

He couldn't go out, and he couldn't receive any news from the outside world.

However, the tyrant's various calculations ultimately underestimated Han Yi.

Han Yi lives in the room at the end of the second floor, while the confinement room and the study are both on the basement floor. This is his entire range of activities now.

When the wounds on his body were almost healed, he immediately rushed to the study.

In addition to thousands of books here, as expected, there is indeed a matrix of data lines in the interlayer.

He found a not-so-advanced display screen from behind a box of old books, and after several hours of deciphering, he finally connected to the network without being noticed.

"Thank you, Teacher Zhao Huan!" Han Yi snapped his fingers. Fortunately, he had seriously studied Zhao Huan's weird hacking operations in the last world.

Here, like the rest of the world, social media is thriving.According to the information in memory, Han Yi logged into the original owner's social platform, but the pop-up message almost blocked the page.

Hundreds of millions of comments are all extremely vicious.

So, Han Yi directly closed it and re-registered.

Here, everyone can choose an avatar to act as a holster in a world similar to the "Metaverse".

Most people would make a look similar to their original race, but Han Yi didn't have any way to recharge, so he could only use the cheapest accessories to mix and match his facial features. He thought for a while, and made a human, a down-and-out cowboy style.

Under the dark brown windbreaker, a strong body line can be vaguely seen, and the scar on his neck also coincides with Han Yi at this moment, and he is wearing a tall scarf and cowboy hat, covering his entire face.

The whole person looks rough, wild, revealing a sense of loneliness and uninhibitedness.

Only a pair of eyes were exposed, emerald green and deep.

He named himself "E", and in order to avoid duplication, he added a rare star pattern to the suffix.

After finishing his work, Han Yi finally had to try something he had been worrying about.

The original owner's obsession is to become a real singer, and if he wants to complete the task, revenge on the monarch and Meng Tuan is far from enough, he must sing.

But can he still sing?

Han Yi tried to speak, and the first song that flashed in his mind was a nursery rhyme of the mermaid tribe——

"...my home is in the side pavilion outside the reef

There are returnees who have traveled the world

And the children who are about to leave...

...why is it raining

Seabirds don't move

Day is coming

Crying in the dark..."

The lyrics contained a touch of sadness and parting. As soon as Han Yi opened his mouth, he felt that his voice was extremely difficult and hoarse, but gradually, the powerful breath force and vocal skills of the original owner gave him support.

Almost at the moment of mastering the technique, Han Yi's voice surged out like a vigorous tsunami, resonating layer after layer from his chest and abdomen, and finally, it showed a hoarse but majestic metallic texture!

That voice broke through the night, rampaging in the cramped study room, full of power!

This power wiped away the sadness of parting from the original nursery rhyme, and instead seemed to carry a faint anger, like a lion just waking up, holding back and dormant...

After singing a song, Han Yi couldn't calm down his excited mood.

He can sing!

And it's an extremely rare smoky voice!

In fact, in Han Yi's original world, there were many singers with smoky voices. With their unique voice, they became famous in one fell swoop and won the support of countless fans.

But in this dystopian era of interstellar empires, it seems that like every dynasty, amidst internal and external troubles, the entertainment atmosphere of the whole society is extremely impetuous, loyal to the flashy singing voice like a castle in the air.

Every well-known singer desperately soars high notes, and even opera and coloratura emerge in endlessly. Not only that, even the dresses during performances are often extremely gorgeous.

Han Yi clicked on a few videos with more than [-] million views, and found that both male and female singers were wearing heavy makeup, and their faces could hardly be seen, and the clothes were even more exaggerated. A singer even wore tens of thousands of butterflies on her body, and instantly became popular.

Not to mention being a singer with a smoky voice, even folk songs, raps, etc. were all the rage in his original world, and the styles that the general public loved were all gone.

It seems that the singers here are all serving the powerful...

In this era of entertainment for all, the status of stars is extremely high, countless nobles are proud to be big stars, and even the royal family of the government has to confer titles on top stars.

Han Yi thought to himself, it's no wonder the original owner's roommate would be so unscrupulous.

But the problem just appeared in front of us.

There are almost no current popular songs that can be sung with his voice. Although there are endless singers and celebrities on the Internet, they are all close to the singing voice of the stars.

And he can't keep singing nursery rhymes with a smoky voice...

However, the ancients do not deceive me, the book has its own golden house.

Han Yi rummaged through the study, and finally found a few books on music theory and creation in the darkest corner.

He can write his own songs!

Moreover, he knows a type of music that perfectly fits his voice and can pierce a hole in this hypocritical world——

Rock!

This kind of song has always been loved by the public for its flexible and bold expression and the most authentic emotional expression. Moreover, it originated from the bottom of society, and it is born with the kind of anger against the class system, which is exactly the same as the little mermaid. The past of the "bottom idols" coincides!

Just do what you say, the little mermaid's musical talent is unique, therefore, it is very handy to accept the knowledge of music, almost just started learning, some surging rhythms are ready to come out in his chest.

It's a pity that there are no musical instruments, not even the most basic and most representative guitar of rock music, Han Yi can only beat the rhythm on the table.

However, just as he was about to enter a state of ecstasy, the door of the study suddenly opened——

Han Yi quickly hid the tablet before turning around.

Fortunately, the person who came was not a tyrant, but the steward of this palace.

Gray.

He was a Rat Tribe, half a head shorter than the little mermaid with legs. His whole body was covered with gray bristles, but the top of his head was bald. In addition, he had a long tail like an earthworm.

When the tyrant was away, he was the master of the castle, and he delivered three meals a day to Han Yi's side directly.

But it is said to be caring, but it is also monitoring.

"I heard movement, what are you doing?" When Gray spoke, a sly light flashed in his dark eyes.

"What do you care about me?" Han Yi replied without being polite at all.

"what?"

Gray was startled immediately, and his bald tail dropped to the ground.

This little mermaid has been here for several months, and every time he is tortured by the tyrant, he will fall into a state similar to nervousness, so every time he sees him, he will tremble and almost collapse.

But today... Today he actually talked to himself like this?

"I said, what about you, Guan, me?" Han Yi sneered, "Don't you knock when you enter the house? Is this the family motto of your Rat Clan?"

Gray's lips moved. He has served the royal family wholeheartedly for decades, and no one has ever said that he is unruly!

Not to mention, it is the plaything that His Majesty just kept in front of you!

He lay on the ground, swayed his legs quickly, and came to Han Yi in an instant.

"How dare you talk to me like that!"

"Yes, otherwise." Han Yi avoided the other party's foul tone, "I want you to remember, from now on, I will always talk to you like this."

"You—" Grey stretched out his long tail, aimed at Han Yi's face and swung it.

"I will explain this scar to Wang himself."

Whoosh-!

Gray's tail barely stopped in mid-air.

On the contrary, Han Yi, taking advantage of the moment when the other party was stunned, directly slapped the other party up, and Grey's bones twitched several times in an instant, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Han Yi didn't stop there, but picked up the letter opener on the table and cut off the end of his tail.

"Ahhh-!"

Gray's screams resounded through the palace.

Han Yi really didn't feel guilty at all.

In his memory, this gray mouse hurt him much more than the tyrant: always dirty toilets, spoiled food, water that smelled of urine, even in his sleep, he could feel Until the shriveled old paws walked on him...

But from now on, no more.

Han Yi was condescending, and said in an unquestionable tone: "If I find out that you have made small moves in the future, I will use your tail to leave a few scars on my body. When His Majesty returns, you can explain to him yourself."

Han Yi clearly knew that he was the tyrant's plaything, and Gray looked down on him because of this.

But he knew at the same time that the tyrant could dispose of his playthings as he pleased, but not others.

After finishing speaking, Han Yi squinted at him.

Gray was still coughing up blood, his bald forehead was covered with dust, and he was extremely embarrassed...

Han Yi didn't let down his guard because of this, he thought that the gray mouse would get ruthless and forcibly snatch his tail away.

Han Yi had even notified the system in advance to pre-purchase the strengthening potion.

however……

After all, the rat's waist failed to harden.

Gray wiped away his tears with his front paws, gave Han Yi a sad look, and fled despondently along the crack of the door.

It took Han Yi a few days to finally set up the wifi, so he brought the computer and books related to music theory back to the room, so that he didn't have to go to that gloomy underground all the time.

The room with bright and clean windows has more than ten hours of sunlight every day, and he can overlook all living beings in this world.

Here is where he should be.

Finally, after a few days of sleepless nights, his first rock song was almost written, and on the same day, he found a post on the social platform.

[Buling Bulling.com: The "Glory and Prosperity" singing competition is now open. Registration requirements: have more than 30 fans on this platform. ]

As a new video website, Bulling Bulling.com is similar to the "B station" in Han Yi's original world. Although it is not as appealing as traditional platforms, it has a huge number of users among young people.

Han Yi didn't want to miss this opportunity.

However, even if he can rely on singing videos and live broadcasts with "leather cases", but he has neither accompaniment nor musical instruments, who would want to watch him?

dong dong——

Someone knocked on the door.

Han Yi restrained his expression: "Please come in."

It's Gray.He walked in with a dinner plate, his tail was still oozing blood with a bandage on it, it should be in pain, but he still squeezed out a very shabby smile at Han Yi.

"Mr. Mermaid, this is a nutritious meal that I personally cook for you. It is guaranteed to be clean, hygienic and delicious."

"Put it there." Han Yi pointed at the dining table.

In the past few days, Grey's attitude towards him was so good that he even delivered the meals to his room himself.

But Han Yi knew that this guy was just trying to get his tail back and save his own life.

"Sir, do you want me to feed you?"

Han Yi shook his head: "No need, you can go out now."

"Okay!" Gray bowed and exited the room. However, just as he opened the door, he poked his head in again.

"I'm sorry sir, I forgot to say, I just applied with Wang, because your body has almost recovered, so you can spend one afternoon every week with other 'collections' freely on the grass on the first floor for a while , " Gray looked at Han Yi, "it happens to be this afternoon, are you going?"

Han Yi frowned, "Other collections?"

This is not in his memory. Of course, it may also be because the original owner has been in a semi-comatose state for the past few months and did not know about it.

"Yes, the same... collection as yours."

This aroused Han Yi's interest.

"I go."

"Okay, I'll call you when the time comes, and carry you downstairs."

a few hours later.

The sun at three o'clock in the afternoon shone on the lawn, and... a dozen or so creatures of different shapes on the lawn, but all of them were extremely beautiful.

"Mr. Mermaid, don't be scared..." Gray reminded.

When Han Yi saw the scene in front of him, instead of being frightened, he curled his lips into a smile.

His musical instrument, his camera, even his clothing and future savings... are all gone.