The Young master's fake bride and her lucky system-Chapter 588: The concert____3

Alix was still performing, concentrating on the music and protecting herself from other attacks. She did not notice when her connection to the system was momentarily blocked.

She also didn’t realize that Wukong, the original person had already been transported into the domain of her system when darkness covered the concert hall. The one in his seat now was nothing more than a carefully created clone prepared by her system.

It was the reason why Wukong realized he had struck a rock with an egg. To be plucked out of thin air and replaced in seconds was not an ability of a dragon system.

Just like weather boy, he found himself in the same position, paralyzed as his wealth generating system was taken, stripped from him, bit by bit.

He found himself speechless, uncertain of what to say under the circumstances. Still, he had a question for the towering elf standing over him.

"Who are you?"

"I am Alix’s system." It pulled out a chair and sat down. "You can ask me any other question you want and i will answer as truthfully as i can. Of course, i have questions for you too."

Wukong felt a sense of panic growing inside him It was a accompanied by helplessness and fear as he felt his system detach further more. He wanted to plead but had been a business man long enough to know when a deal could not be struck.

Whatever this was, he was not getting out of it. Tears formed in his eyed at the loss of his system which meant a loss of his special status.

He was unwilling to return to the life of a normal human being again. He knew that his mind would be wiped when it was discovered and the bureau would cut off all ties to him.

"What are you doing to me?" He sniveled.

"Retrieving the system you were given because you were just so miserable. You should have been a better host, you lost your way and are no longer suitable to be a system host. I have found you unworthy." The elf responded calmly.

Wukong’s lips trembled and out of them spilled harsh laughter of disbelief. Unworthy! how was he unworthy of being a system host?

"Who are you to judge me?"

The blue elf smiled, "I am more than qualified to judge you. You were granted a wealth generation system and you had one job, make money and live a happy life. Instead, you funded wars, assassinations, demeaned other system hosts and had them killed. You consider yourself to be a god just like the one that was here a while back. He misused his weather control system just as you have misused the wealth generation system. You have broken the laws governing your systems, so you are unworthy."

Wukong’s face paled slightly as the elf listed the evil he had done because he thought he was invincible. But deep down, he refused to admit that he had done wrong.

"I..."

"Save your breath, when i make judgements i do not care for your side of the story. Every chosen system host has a woeful tale to tell. Nothing you tell me will make me change my mind about you.

You should count yourself lucky that Alix has an aversion to taking human lives so i had to devise other means to separate the systems from you unworthy hosts. If not for her, i would just smash your heads and be done with it."

The more the blue elf talked, the more Wukong’s eyes widened. Judgement, worth____, the language it was using was not what a dragon system should be. This was something else, he just didn’t know what it was,

"You are no dragon, you cannot be her system!" Wukong exclaimed. "What are you? Wait....you, you are him, aren’t you? He warned us all but...."

The blue elf put a hand over Wukong’s head and pulled it back by the hair. It’s eyes were cold and dead, nothing like the familiar naughty warm eyes Alix was used to. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"My turn to ask a few questions, you have been funding the rogue systems. I need to know everything you know about Ceraxes.

I do not care about the others, just him. I want the records of all your financial transactions, every body he has jumped into and his current location.

If you provide this information, i will leave you with a functioning brain. You will not have to live like a fool for the rest of your life. The wealth you have accumulated over the years is enough for you to live an extravagant human life until the day you die."

Wukong opened his mouth but the blue elf put a hand over it to stop him from talking.

"Before you tell me lies, i should warn you that there are other ways to get the information from your mind. If i use them, you will definitely become a fool and you can kiss your wealthy life goodbye."

"Why are you looking for him?" Wukong asked in a pained rugged voice.

The blue elf smiled dangerously, the smile did not reach it’s cold lifeless eyes. Wukong trembled and regretted looking into them.

"I will talk." he surrendered in a meek voice.

The blue elf smirked, of course he would talk, they always talked.

In the normal world, the concert was still ongoing and the hunt was being wrapped up, all the targets had been captured and the ones that had been unfortunate enough to notice the operation and attempt to escape had lost their lives.

The captain and his people were already packing up their equipment to leave without being noticed.

Alix was on the tenth song, still an original composition of hers which enlightened Yura extremely. Lyrics could be added to all these melodies and they could be turned into hit songs. They just needed to be shortened from long pieces to two to four minute pieces.

She was already preparing to make Alix offers to buy all her compositions as soon as the concert ended. Yura had seen a few familiar faces in the audience that were in the business just like her and she knew what they were up to.

Alix’s collaboration with Chan Ki, Rain and So Mi had taken their music to a whole new level so everyone was clamoring to get a piece of her. They just didn’t have the opportunity to approach her because of her identity.

"An, i have seen Fubao from West entertainment, he is a trickster. Make sure that he doesn’t get close to your sister-in-law."

Next to her mother, Zhang An nodded up tightly. With this one unique concert, Alix had just cemented herself as a composer. They had to grab her golden thighs even more tightly.

Both women were right, Alix’s concert was already making headlines and she had been named the queen of the magical violin.