[BREAKING! Robin Spotted with Mystery Man in Rainy Night Rendezvous – What Does It Mean?!]
[SHOCKING: Robin Caught in Intimate Embrace with Unknown Man in Penacony – Love Scandal Exposed?]
[Robin's Secret Patron Revealed: A Product of Family Capital Manipulation!]
Headlines exploded across every major forum at terrifying speed, igniting a firestorm of discussion. The most damning "evidence"? A single blurry photo.
In it, Robin—her signature azure hair unmistakable—wore a shy smile as she hugged a man whose face was turned away.
Even with no clear identity, the mere implication was enough. For a star of Robin's magnitude, this was a once-in-several-Amber-Eras scandal.
[You call that Robin? If I wear a blue wig, do I get 50,000 credits too?]
[Bird simps coping hard. That's 100% her—no one else in the cosmos looks like that.]
[I refuse to believe it… Miss Robin wouldn't lie to us…]
[Knew her rise was orchestrated. No way someone blows up galaxy-wide in two years without "favors."]
[@#$% you! Pray I don't dox you by sundown.]
[Buying heartbroken Birdie merch at 50% off! DM offers!]
CRACK!
A servant trembled as he set down a teacup, flinching at the sight of Sunday's livid expression. The expensive table now bore a fist-shaped fracture.
"You may leave," Anming said gently, dismissing the servant with a nod. The man bowed gratefully and fled, sealing the door behind him.
"I've contacted the Corporation. Deleting the rumors outright would backfire," Anming remarked, sipping his tea. "We'll flood the discourse with noise—obscure the truth."
Sunday exhaled sharply. He wanted to yell—Why weren't you two more careful? Every paparazzo in the galaxy salivated for a chance to drag Robin down.
But his anger wasn't for them. The true villains were the faceless trolls vilifying his sister without proof.
"I'll find every last one of you…" Sunday's voice dripped venom. Normally unshakable, he couldn't stay calm when Robin's reputation was under siege.
"How's Robin taking it?"
"I kept her offline." Anming shook his head. "But she's clever. She'll figure it out."
Since her meteoric rise, Robin had endured endless slander. Online vitriol was routine—but that didn't make it right.
Sunday's eyes narrowed. "How convenient. The leaks erupt right before Caspelinat-VIII—all coordinated in one night." His tone turned murderous. "Whoever's pulling strings… I'll skin them alive."
This was no accident. The photo was just the spark; the real arsonist lurked in the shadows.
"What's your move?" Sunday trusted Anming's judgment. Few cared for Robin as deeply as he did.
Anming set down his cup, gaze glacial.
"If they want an explosion… we'll give them a supernova."
[Robin's New MV Release: "I Long to Love This World"]
Video Description:
"Hello again, my darlings~ Have you been eating well? Living fully?
This song belonged to Ena of the Iris Family. May her soul touch the skies."
At precisely 12:00 Penacony Standard Time, Robin's MV premiered. Within one system hour, it shattered 1 billion views, dominating all forums.
The video opened with a glasses-wearing Robin daydreaming on a couch, a thought bubble floating above her: "I wanna be a superstar!"
Cut to rehearsal—Robin in dancewear, practicing the same move endlessly before mirror. Then, the stage: her flawless performance under dazzling lights.
Darkness fell. Online hate materialized as arrows piercing her body. She crouched, hands over ears—until encouraging words lifted her back up.
At last, she returned to the spotlight, smiling through tears.
"Don't wanna go~"
"When your laughter blooms~"
"The world bursts into color~♪"
The finale showed Robin walking toward sunlight, white wings unfurling as an angelic silhouette. Against the fading dark, text appeared:
"In memory of Ms. Ena—thank you for loving this world."
[ROBIN SWEEP TODAY!]
[The internet isn't a lawless zone. Keyboard warriors will pay.]
[Ena… wasn't that the woman from the news? So this is her story?]
[T_T Robin's too pure for this universe…]
Positive comments drowned out the hate. Beyond praising the song, people reflected on cyberbullying's toll. Words could wound—this world shouldn't be so cold.
Corporate and Family moderators purged the remaining toxicity. The scandal's momentum died, its ashes only fueling the MV's meteoric rise.
"Goodnight, Ena." Anming slumped onto a sofa, watching the MV's radiant ending with a tired smile.
"Your song reached the world."
A pity the real Ena never saw that light—only the flicker of his lone candle in the dark.