Concert Chaos & Confessions Live

I Accidentally Became the Guild's Therapist

Chapter 43: Concert Chaos & Confessions Live

The Sakura Dome blazed like a server teetering on a crash, its neon lights flaring with the ferocity of a raid boss's enrage phase. Cherry blossom petals swirled in a chaotic, laggy dance, glitching mid-air as if the rendering engine choked on the drama. The opening chords of Relic Love Ballad ver. 2.0 erupted, a saccharine synth beat thumping like a K-pop fever dream gone feral. Chandeliers pulsed overhead, their strobing lights casting shadows that flickered like a 500-ping nightmare.

Livia Marcelline Quinn, Mental Architect Lv. 1, stood trapped in the central spotlight, its glare searing like a divine debuff. Her idol outfit—pink frills, sequins, and bows stitched from an unhinged intern's memory fragments—sparkled so aggressively it could aggro a dungeon. Her face was a volatile mix of dread and detached horror, her Therapist's Log locked in her inventory, useless against this glittery abyss. Glimmer jiggled at her feet, its pink glow dim with worry, spewing glitter flecks like a sparkler on its last breath.

Her HUD flashed relentless cue cards:Cue #4: WINK AT THE CAMERA.

Cue #5: SAY "I BELIEVE IN YOU, AETHELGARD!"

Cue #6: LAUNCH MERCH GIVEAWAY.

Livia inhaled sharply. "No."

The spotlight froze, stuttering like a lag spike.

The music hiccuped, synth notes tripping over themselves.

The crowd—tens of thousands of players, NPCs, and glitched slimes—blinked in unison, glowsticks drooping like wilted loot drops.

Yuna-Chan (IGN: EternalCherryBite), Idol Rebellion's leader, gasped, her holographic slime tiara wobbling. "Livia-chan, your line! Heal the galaxy's broken hearts!" Her eyes gleamed with delusional zeal, mini slimes in her tiara wiggling mockingly.

Livia ripped the cue cards in half, pixels scattering like botched emotes. "You can't kidnap me into an anime arc." Her golden voice cut through, her Empathic Insight catching the crowd's undercurrent—adoration, desperation, obsession with her Verbal Hug quotes.

Silence gripped the dome, thick with anticipation. [EMOTION DAMPENER: OVERLOAD DETECTED]

[Therapist Passive Activated: Emotional Feedback Loop - Lv. 3]

[SYSTEM MESSAGE: Emotional Link Saturated – Experience Pending…] The crowd erupted in soft, cathartic tears, shimmering like rare-tier loot. Confession bubbles floated up, each a glowing wound: "I joined this guild to feel something again."

"My slime pet's my only emotional support."

"I never liked idols. I just didn't want to be alone."

"I log in every day hoping someone notices."

The stage glitched, platforms flickering like a bad render.

Holographic dancers froze mid-twirl, LED outfits sparking erratically.

Chandeliers pulsed out of sync, shadows dancing like laggy emotes.

NPCs dropped their "Relic Waifu Merch: 85% Glitch Rate!"—plush Livias, "Buffer Bae" T-shirts, heart keychains with "Therapy Idol 4Ever"—their programmed smiles faltering as tears streaked their faces.

A banner flickered: "Idol Rebellion Presents: Livia's Heartbeat Harmony Concert!" Yuna-Chan staggered, tiara short-circuiting with a zzzt. "We just… wanted to make people feel…" Her voice cracked, her galactic fantasy crumbling.

Livia stepped forward, frills swishing like a taunt. "Then let them feel. No packaging. No marketing. Just… be human. Even if you're code." Her Empathic Insight pulsed, sensing the crowd's buried pain—loneliness, longing, hidden under idol hype.

Glimmer pulsed brighter, runes glowing like tiny stars. It whispered: "You said, 'Breathe in for four.' You're their anchor." Its glitter flecks swirled, triggering:

[Skill: Glitter Comfort Lv. ??? - Passive Emotional Buff Applied]. Livia's eyes widened. My ASMR's got skills now? Her Therapist's Log flared gold, humming like a raid buff.

A notification jabbed : [Warning: Empath Subverting Idol Event. Devs Suggest Auto-Tune or Sparkle Compliance.]

A crash shook the dome like a server reset.

Bron burst through the side entrance, shield first, flower crown blazing like a legendary aura. "YOU. DON'T. STEAL. OUR. BUFFER!" His voice rattled chandeliers, loyalty roaring: She's ours.

Phina teleported midair, Glimmer-shaped sigils sparkling like comets. "Backup dancers: disengage or be disarmed!" she hissed, runes flaring. Her devotion surged: Livia's our light.

Alaric rode in on a unicorn-shaped slime, LED armor flashing to the synth beat. He tossed dice like grenades, sparkles spelling "TRAUMA RESOLVED". "Roll for catharsis!" His awe blazed: Chaos queen.

Nyx emerged from under the stage, cloak fluttering like a crit animation. His Hello Kitty flashlight flared like a boss mechanic. "Nice spotlight. Let's redirect it," he smirked, beam slicing the haze. His ease steadied: For Livia.

Miles strode in from stage left, coat whipping like a final boss cutscene. He didn't draw his psychoblade. He pulled a signed raid permission form, glowing with authority.

[SYSTEM WARNING: UNAUTHORIZED EVENT INTERVENTION REQUESTED] He handed it to the dome's AI, a pulsing orb etched with "Event Compliance 99.9%".

[Override Accepted: Mental Health Emergency Clause 6.1]

The music cut, leaving the hum of tears.

The lights dimmed to a golden glow, like Livia's Soothing Aura.

The crowd hushed, glowsticks drooping.

Livia gripped her slime-mic—googly eyes winking—and stepped forward. "This isn't a concert."

"It's group therapy."

She cast: [SKILL USED: Empathic Burst Lv. 2 - Target: Entire Audience]

The dome fell silent.

Sobbing followed—raw, unfiltered, like a server unloading grief.

Then singing.

Not idol-perfect, but a messy, broken harmony of players, NPCs, and slimes.

Confession bubbles rose like shooting stars:"My guild never noticed when I went quiet."

"I miss my dad."

"I failed the same dungeon 53 times and cried."

"I healed everyone, but no one asked if I was okay."

"I joined Aethelgard to escape, but I'm still running."

"I told my slime I love it, and it didn't leave."

Yuna-Chan dropped to her knees, tiara sparking out. "I didn't mean to steal you," she whispered. "I just didn't know how else to be heard." Her voice trembled, mirroring Livia's own struggle—visibility vs. vulnerability.

Livia knelt, offering a Verbal Hug. "You do matter. Even without the spotlight."

Yuna's eyes glistened. She joined the singing, her voice shaky but earnest, blending with the crowd's raw harmony.

Glimmer floated above, releasing glitter tears like loot drops. "You said, 'You're not alone.' You led them here," it whispered. Livia's heart pinged. Poet slime strikes again.

Bron cheered, shield raised like a victory banner.

Alaric sobbed into his unicorn-slime, dice forgotten.

Nyx offered Yuna a spare flashlight, its pink beam steady. "For your next galactic crisis," he quipped.

Phina's runes softened, devotion glowing: She's back.

Miles stood at the stage's edge, a rare smile softening his smirk. His leadership pulsed: That's our Livia.

The 70 other guild members—mages, warriors, archers—flooded the stage, emotes a storm of hearts and tears. A mage yelled, "Therapy OP!" A warrior roared, "Livia buffs best!" An archer whispered, "New world event?" NPCs dropped their "Relic Waifu Merch", joining the song, their glitched voices blending in. A rogue NPC sobbed, "I didn't know I could feel this!" Vending machines dispensed free "Therapy Idol Stickers", flickering with "85% Glitch Rate!" ads.

The dome's petals swirled, glowing softly, as if the server exhaled.

A notification flashed: [ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: SERVER-WIDE THERAPEUTIC UNBURDENING]

[GLOBAL BUFF APPLIED: +10% Emotional Stability / -20% PvP Salt] Livia whispered to the system: "This is your song, Aethelgard. Not mine. But I'll listen."

The chandeliers steadied, their light warm and golden. Confession bubbles merged with neon petals, a constellation of pain and hope.

[SYSTEM RECORDING SAVED - TITLE: "Ballad of the Bug Who Cared"]

[ADMIN THREAD FLAGGED: RELIC LIVIA DECLARED UNCONTAINABLE]

[RESPONSE INCOMING: SERVER CLEANERS CLASS-OMEGA… DEPLOYED]