From Apocalypse To Entertainment Circle (BL)-Chapter 39: A Symphony of Love, Loss, and Fate

Sian’s fingers danced across the piano, creating a beautiful and mesmerizing melody.

At that moment, everyone was stunned. Their eyes widened in shock, and their mouths fell open. They couldn’t tear their gaze away from the breathtaking teenager, who looked like a rare masterpiece with his long hair draping over his shoulders and his gentle, narrow eyes.

Just a few seconds of playing had left them entranced, frozen in place.

Then came the greatest shock of all when a sweet yet powerful voice rang through the air.

🎶"World, I want to live you better."🎶

Sian began to sing the opening lyrics of the song.

The moment Sian uttered those words, the man in the mask felt his eyes sting with tears. He didn’t cry, but a haze blurred his vision of the teenager before him. Raising a hand, he wiped his eyes without an ounce of shame, then continued watching as Sian moved on to the next line of the song.

"I want my life to matter."🎶

"I am afraid I have no purpose here."🎶

"I watch the news on TV."🎶

"Abandon myself daily."🎶

"I am afraid to let you see the real me."🎶

The lyrics were deep, carrying sorrow and meaning that perhaps only Sian and the masked man could truly comprehend.

This was an original song—one Sian had written in his previous world when he was still Qing Xia.

The lyrics were in English, and it was the first song he had ever composed after witnessing countless human losses, death, and the horrifying end of the world alongside his team.

Sian had written it to encourage himself and his comrades when they had been on the verge of collapse.

Everyone watched as Sian continued to play and sing, still in shock. But their disbelief was nothing compared to that of those who knew Sian well.

How could he sing?

When did he learn to play the piano?

Where did he get this song from?

A flood of questions raced through their minds, yet no one typed anything. The live stream chat remained eerily silent—perhaps because they, too, were overwhelmed by the song. Or maybe because they didn’t want to ruin the breathtaking sight before them.

Sian sat at the piano, bathed in sunlight, his figure glowing as if illuminated from within.

Lan Qisheng watched as Sian closed his eyes and continued singing.

"Rain, it falls."🎶

"Rain, it falls."🎶

"Pouring on me."🎶

"And the rain, it falls, rain it falls."🎶

"Sowing the seeds of love and hope, love and hope."🎶

"We don’t have to stay, stuck in the weeds."🎶

...

"Ahhh!"

The audience couldn’t hold back anymore. Screams filled the air—both from girls and even some boys. Goosebumps ran down their arms, especially when Sian hit the high note in "Rain, It Falls." His voice was simply too beautiful.

The comment section exploded in a frenzy.

Far from the crowd, those deep in the forest were listening to the angelic voice, unable to even blink—afraid that if they did, both the boy and his voice would vanish.

The man in the silver mask let out a long breath. It was as if he had been reborn, the dark and oppressive aura around him dissipating. A genuine, pure smile formed on his face, making him seem like an entirely different person from the cold-hearted killer he had been just moments ago.

Meanwhile, Sian was in a trance. As he sang, memories he had locked away since coming to this world surged through his mind. Every little detail, every moment—he recalled it all.

It was as if he was caught between a dream and reality.

In his mind, he saw himself once again singing to his friends and comrades. His voice swelled.

"You’re not alone in all this."🎶

"You’re not alone, I promise."🎶

"Standing together, we can do anything."🎶

Sweat dripped down Sian’s face, but his amber eyes shone with energy. There was no exhaustion—only pure emotion. His fingers pressed harder on the keys, hitting powerful high notes.

Then, suddenly, the melody softened. His voice grew gentle and soothing as if comforting a lover as if whispering reassurance.

"World, you’re not alone in all this."🎶

"You’re not alone, I promise."🎶

"Standing together, we can do anything."🎶

"I want to live you better."🎶

"I want my life to matter."🎶

---

"Rain, it falls."🎶

"Rain, it falls."🎶

---

"Love and hope."🎶

"Love and hope."🎶

As the final note faded, Sian lifted his hands slowly from the piano, closed his eyes, and, in a hushed, tender voice, whispered:

"You’re not alone in all this."🎶

"You’re not alone, I promise."🎶

When he opened his eyes, his gaze instinctively drifted to the side of the piano as if waiting for the usual applause and cheers that had always accompanied his performances.

But what met him was nothing but empty air.

The familiar figures of his team—his friends—were gone.

They had never been there.

It was just a dream.

Just his imagination.

None of them were here.

And he would never see them again.

Sian had long since grown used to goodbyes. He had been separated from his family and lost many of his closest friends. He had thought he no longer cared, that after seeing so many loved ones die one by one, he had become numb.

But he was wrong.

His heart still ached.

Especially now, when he had truly lost them all forever.

But he swore to himself—he would live well. He would be happy.

Because that was what they would have wanted for him.

As Sian’s voice faded into silence, the world seemed to pause.

No one spoke.

No one clapped.

No one said a word.

It was expected.

Sian nodded to himself, prepared to move on. But just as he was about to lift his head—

A single, loud clap echoed through the quiet forest.

Sian’s eyes flickered toward the source.

The man in the silver mask was clapping. Enthusiastically.

Then, without hesitation, he brought his fingers to his lips and let out a sharp, piercing whistle.

Sian’s golden eyes trembled.

A mixture of shock, anticipation, and fear filled them.

That gesture—it reminded him of someone.

A little boy who used to follow him around like a tiny shadow, trailing behind him all over the base, always begging him to sing.

A sweet child who had learned to whistle just so he could cheer for his Gege whenever he performed.

Memories of the boy rushed through Sian’s mind—but his face remained blurred.

Because the boy was dead.

He had died long ago.

And when Sian lost him, it shattered something inside him. That child had been family. The closest person to him.

Sian took a step forward, his heart pounding as he remembered the boy’s lifeless body, his innocent smile, and the way he had whispered Gege before breathing his last.

His steps were heavy, but he couldn’t stop.

His expression was raw, exposed—like someone who had lost everything that mattered.

Like a man reaching for the last shred of hope, terrified it would disappear the moment he touched it.

Yet still, he walked forward.

Because even if it was just an illusion—

He couldn’t bear to let it go.

Not again.

At that moment, the man standing beside the masked figure spoke:

"Sir, reinforcements are on their way. They’ll be here in two or three minutes. We need to leave now."

The masked man had been staring at Sian. He looked as if he was about to step forward—

But his subordinate’s words stopped him.

[No. I can’t drag him into this dark world.

No one can know he’s here.

He always wanted a peaceful, happy life.

I can’t let my selfishness ruin that.]

Closing his eyes for a moment, the masked man exhaled, then reopened them. His expression was cold and resolute.

"Fine. Since you sang for me, I’ll keep my word. I won’t touch anyone here. I’ll leave."

Turning away, he waited for his men to start up the helicopter.

Sian wanted to run to him, to confirm his suspicions.

But before he could move, a firm grip stopped him.

Lan Qisheng had wrapped an arm around Sian’s waist, holding him back.

He didn’t know why, but something in his gut told him—

If he let Sian take another step, he might never see him again.

"He said he’s leaving. Don’t move."

"Let go of me." Sian’s voice was cold, his eyes blazing with anger.

But instead of loosening his grip, Lan Qisheng only tightened his hold.

"Damn it, I said let me go!"

Sian was about to kick him off—

Then the sound of the helicopter roaring to life filled the air.

His head snapped up—

Just in time to see the masked man glancing at him one last time.

Then, without hesitation, he looked away—

And boarded the helicopter.

Within seconds, it lifted into the sky and vanished.

And just as the helicopter disappeared—

The reinforcement aircraft arrived.

-------------------------------------------------------

Erato-san has something to say:

My Lovely Angels, did you like the song?

The name of the song is ( courage to change-sia).

I think it suits the atmosphere, I don’t know if you have the same feeling as me.

So anyway this is today’s Chapter.

See you tomorrow with another one.

--------------------------------------------------------