The Kidnapping of Livia By Idol Rebellion

I Accidentally Became the Guild's Therapist

Chapter 42: The Kidnapping of Livia by Idol Rebellion

A cake shimmered into existence.

It sat in a sparkly box, wrapped in a ribbon flickering between pastel pink and radiant gold, like a loot drop coded by a sugar-high intern.

A card dangled, scrawled in comically curly font:

To the Most Glorious Relic Waifu – May Your Buffs Be Sweet, and Your Heart Sweeter! Love from Your #1 Fans – Idol Rebellion Guild

Livia Marcelline Quinn, Mental Architect Lv. 1, eyed it in the Bloodbath & Beyond guild garden, her Therapist's Log tucked under her arm. Her golden skills—Soothing Aura, Verbal Hug, Group Therapy, Empathic Insight, Phobia Breaker, Reverse Psychology, Empath Surge, Mental Defense, Instinct—pulsed faintly in her HUD. The cake gleamed on a picnic table, frosting sparkling like a legendary item. Glimmer, the emotional slime, jiggled eagerly beside her, its pink glow pulsing like a rave light.

"Eat it?" Livia muttered, squinting.

"Poisoned. Or a trojan," Nyx warned, ten feet back, waving his Hello Kitty flashlight like a ghost scanner.

"It's cake," Bron rumbled, flower crown wobbling on his shield. "Can't be evil. Probably." His loyalty pinged: She's safe with us.

Phina's runes flickered. "Idol Rebellion sent fourteen requests this week. All rejected. That 'musical grief ritual' one was creepy."

Livia tilted her head. "Kinda sounds nice."

Miles, on a bench, scrolling his HUD but totally eavesdropping, snapped up. His psychoblade hummed. "No cross-guild events authorized."

A memory sparked—a UI ping three days ago. A rejected petition: [Emotion Bonding Contract: Unified Grief Performance Protocol v3.2]. He'd trashed it, watching it dissolve into pixelated confetti.

But the server's rollback chaos…Phina gasped, runes sparking. "They resubmitted during maintenance! Approval queue reset!" Miles stood, eyes sharp. "That cake's a trigger."

Too late.

The ribbon burst into pixelated hearts, flooding the garden with glitter that reeked of cotton candy and regret. Glimmer glorped happily, runes flashing. Livia vanished in a sparkle storm, a K-pop beat drop pop echoing.

Her HUD flared: [EVENT BEGIN: Idol Rebellion x Emotional Relic Special Guest Showcase]

Location: Main Stage, Sakura Dome (Instanced Guild Territory)

Guest of Honor: Livia, the Therapist Relic (Confirmed)

Status: Bound by Cross-Guild Emotional Contract A single glitched petal drifted down, glowing purple.

The Sakura Dome was a glitter-drenched fever dream. Floating platforms bobbed in a sea of neon cherry blossoms, petals swirling like laggy emotes. Holographic dancers spun, their frilly LED outfits blinding. Chandeliers pulsed to a synth beat, casting strobe shadows across a central stage where a spotlight blazed.

Livia stood in it, gray robe swapped for an offensively pink idol outfit—frills, bows, sequins stitched from someone's unhinged memory fragments. Her hair glittered like a loot drop in a lag spike. Her microphone stand—a plush slime with googly eyes—grinned mockingly.

"I hate this," she whispered, gripping the mic like it stole her lunch.

The crowd—thousands of players, NPCs, and glitched slimes—screamed: "SING! THERAPY IDOL!" Idol Rebellion's members twirled behind her, outfits a chaotic blend of pink, gold, and holograms. Their leader, Yuna-Chan (IGN: EternalCherryBite ), threw up a peace sign, her voice booming: "Aethelgard! Ready to heal the galaxy with our Therapist Waifu's heartbeats?!" Her eyes sparkled with delusional fervor, a tiara of mini slimes wobbling on her head.

Livia's eye twitched. Her Instinct pinged: Threat: Maximum Cringe Overload.

The crowd roared, waving glowsticks that flickered like crashing servers. NPCs sold "Relic Waifu Merch: 85% Glitch Rate!" —plush Livias, heart keychains, "Buffer Bae" T-shirts in neon. A banner flashed: "Idol Rebellion Presents: Livia's Heartbeat Harmony Concert!" Cue cards appeared in Livia's hands:Cue #1: SMILE.

Cue #2: SAY SOMETHING ABOUT EMOTIONAL GROWTH.

Cue #3: SING THE RELIC LOVE BALLAD.

"I'd rather wipe on a raid boss," she muttered.

Glimmer, teleported with her, jiggled at her feet, runes glowing with worry. It whispered: "You said, 'Breathe in for four.' You're holding your breath." Livia's eyes widened. My ASMR's roasting me in K-pop hell? Glimmer's glow pulsed: "You poured light into their chaos." Her Therapist's Insight pinged: Entity: Glimmer. Status: Emotional Echo.

A notification jabbed : [Warning: Empath Trapped in Idol Event. Devs Suggest Auto-Tune.] Livia scanned the crowd. A glitch flickered in the spotlight—a shadow under the stage, sharp and fleeting. Miles. Her heart steadied. A message slid into her inbox, low and dangerous:[Message Received: From: Miles]

"We're coming. Hold the mic."

She exhaled, clutching the slime-mic like a war banner. Fine. I'll play their game. My way.

At Dawnhold's guild garden, chaos erupted like a server meltdown.

Miles slammed his console, psychoblade humming with fury. "Collaboration Clause loophole. They bound her to a sanctioned event. We missed it."

Phina hissed, runes flaring like tiny comets. "A cutscene?!" "Unskippable event chain," Nyx said grimly, soggy towel drooping from the hot spring. His flashlight spun, beam flickering.

Bron strapped on his shield, flower crown wobbling. "We storm the stage." His loyalty blazed: No one takes our Buffer.

Alaric swayed, dice clattering. "Can't raid a charity collab. Public sympathy armor. Forum cancelation risk!" His awe pulsed: Livia's worth it.

The 70 other guild members—mages, warriors, archers—flooded the garden, emotes a storm of hearts and swords. A mage yelled, "They stole our therapist!" A warrior roared, "Smash the dome!" An archer whispered, "New raid tier?" The vending machine flickered, spitting "Slime Vow Rings: 90% Glitch Rate!" ads. NPCs hawked "Relic Waifu Stickers: Buy One, Cry Free!" Miles closed his eyes. "We hack the clause. Find their loophole's loophole. They weaponized fandom. We'll weaponize therapy." His leadership surged: She's our heart.

Phina's runes blazed, devotion fierce: "Pulling server logs. There's a glitch in their contract."

Nyx grinned, flashlight steady. "I'll scout the dome's code. Backdoors exist." His ease flickered: For Livia.

Alaric tossed a die, smirking. "Bet on a fan riot. Spam their event with therapy emotes!" His awe roared: Chaos queen.

A notification mocked: [Achievement Pending: Therapy Heist. Break the Idol Event or the Internet. +10 Guild Hype Points.]

The guild's HUDs pinged: [EVENT DETECTED: Livia Rescue Mission. Status: Unauthorized Chaos Incoming.]

The garden's petals swirled, glitched and glowing, as if cheering.

In the Sakura Dome, the crowd's chants shook the air: "THERAPY IDOL! SING!" Yuna-Chan twirled, her slime tiara wobbling. "Let's sync our heartbeats to Livia's galactic healing vibes!" Livia's Empathic Insight caught the crowd's fervor—adoration, desperation, obsession with her Verbal Hug quotes. The shadow flickered again. Miles. She raised the slime-mic, voice dry: "Emotional growth? Stop yelling, and I'll give you a therapy discount."

The crowd screamed, glowsticks waving like a laggy raid.

Glimmer whispered: "You said, 'You're not alone.' Lead them, even here."

A notification jabbed: [Warning: Empath Subverting Idol Event. Devs Suggest Sparkle Compliance.] Livia smirked, gripping the mic. Therapy ballad, huh? Let's crash this server.