HDRDTH -Chapter 96 Acoustic Grandmaster

Wang Fei suddenly rushed down from the second floor, holding a phone still on a call. Her face looked extremely grim.

“Did the sky fall or the earth collapse?” Yu Xian didn’t even look up. He picked his teeth with a toothpick and said lazily, “Can you learn from Old Su? Stay calm in every situation. What is it—those bastards from Star Emperor backing out again?”

“It’s not Star Emperor!” Wang Fei said, barefoot on the carpet, chest rising and falling violently. “It’s Japan’s largest record conglomerate—Sonic Entertainment! They just used their international legal department to issue a joint pressure letter to major domestic music platforms, demanding the complete removal of ‘Open the Door and See the Mountain’!”

Yu Xian’s hand paused mid-pick.

“Remove it? On what grounds?”

“They said…” Wang Fei swallowed hard, her voice trembling. “They claim the arrangement of the song—especially the aggressive drum intro—stole their internal classified acoustic master tape! If it isn’t taken down, they’ll launch a cross-border commercial investigation and even lodge diplomatic protests!”

“Bullshit!” Yu Xian slammed the table, making the empty soup bowl tremble.

This song was the legendary hit of a previous world’s diva A-Mei. In this parallel year 2000, it didn’t even exist. He just thought Wang Fei was singing too emotionally and casually knocked the guitar body to set a rhythm—how did that become stealing Japanese classified masters?

“These damn bastards are trying to frame me?” Yu Xian sneered. “Ignore them. Tell the platforms: whoever dares take it down, I’ll go set up a fishing spot right in front of their headquarters.”

Wang Fei looked at his fearless attitude and felt her panic strangely calm down a bit. But what she didn’t know was that at that very moment, fifty meters underground in Tokyo’s intelligence center, a catastrophic panic had already erupted.

Blinding red warning lights spun wildly.

Sato Marufuji stared at the giant screen. It displayed the waveform of ‘Open the Door and See the Mountain’.

No visuals—only that rough, violent drumbeat echoing through the command room like it wanted to shatter everything.

“Open the door! See the mountain!”

“I see the mountain! It is the mountain!”

Along with Wang Fei’s guttural, explosive vocals, several acoustic experts collapsed to their knees, trembling uncontrollably.

“Commander…” the chief expert held up a trembling report, his voice like a ghost’s wail. “It’s decoded! This is not pop music at all!”

Sato Marufuji grabbed him by the collar, eyes bloodshot. “Speak! What is it?!”

“It’s a code! The core sonar self-destruct password of ‘Sea Wolf Seven’!” the expert screamed, pointing at the minimalist drum waveform.

“Look at the rhythm—strong, weak, weak, strong, extreme strong! It matches millisecond-level logic of the strategic submersible we lost in the East China Sea! Even the singer’s vocal resonance frequency aligns perfectly with the trigger frequency of our latest torpedoes!”

The command room fell into dead silence.

Sato Marufuji staggered back and fell into his chair.

“He turned our highest military secrets… into a pop song?” he muttered, terror filling his eyes.

“And more than that!” another cryptography expert shouted in horror. “The children’s chorus—‘That is the moon, just the moon’—it’s mocking us! ‘Moon’ is our code for underwater bases! He’s declaring that all our deployments are as visible as the moon in the sky!”

A madman. A complete, dimension-defying madman who treats physics and geopolitics like toys.

“File a lawsuit! Immediately!” Sato roared. “No matter the cost, take this song down! If it spreads globally, our submarines will be disabled just by street speakers playing it!”

Jiangcheng, Jinshui Bay Villa No. 1

Yu Xian was about to go upstairs when the sound of screeching tires came from outside.

Three black military SUVs crashed through the villa gate and drifted to a stop with brutal force.

The doors flew open.

Chu Feng stumbled out, almost falling over, his military cap gone. He clutched a black classified briefcase tightly, followed by four fully armed special forces soldiers.

“Mr. Yu!” Chu Feng rushed into the living room, slammed the door shut, and gasped for breath.

Yu Xian stood on the stairs, frowning deeply. “Little Chu, it’s midnight. You break into my house just to demolish my door? I just finished eating and want to sleep.”

Chu Feng stood straight and saluted, trembling with excitement.

“Mr. Yu! The highest command has issued a special directive!”

He placed the black briefcase on the table and entered a 36-digit dynamic password.

The box opened.

Inside were an official red-headed document stamped with the national emblem and a neatly folded ceremonial flag.

“Regarding Japan’s Sonic Entertainment’s unreasonable pressure, the Ministry of Culture, the Broadcasting Administration, and the Ministry of Defense jointly issue the highest directive!” Chu Feng’s voice rang out.

“‘Open the Door and See the Mountain’ will NOT be removed. Instead, it is designated as the official anthem of this year’s national military competition! Starting tomorrow at 8 a.m., all national radio and TV stations will broadcast it in prime time!”

Wang Fei covered her mouth, stunned. She had only sung a song—and it had reached the Ministry of Defense.

Yu Xian froze. “Wait… aren’t you all overthinking this? It’s just emotional rock music. You want soldiers singing ‘that is the moon’ in mud pits?!”

“Mr. Yu, no need to hide it anymore!” Chu Feng’s eyes were red with admiration. “Academician Li and the Acoustic Research Institute analyzed it overnight! The drum intro, the overwhelming vocal resonance—it’s a precision interference wave against Japanese submarine sonar systems!”

He trembled. “Half an hour ago, Eastern Sea defense reported: a Japanese reconnaissance submarine infiltrating our waters accidentally intercepted the radio test broadcast of this song. Its sonar system went into frequency resonance overload and shut down, forcing it to surface—where it was captured by our fishermen using fishing nets!”

Yu Xian: “……”

“You disguised electronic warfare weapons as pop music and donated them to the nation! This is cultural export used to fight a silent deep-sea war!”

Chu Feng unfolded the flag.

Bright red with golden characters:

“Acoustic Grandmaster, Dimensional Strike”

Yu Xian opened his mouth, staring at Chu Feng’s fanatical expression and the absurd “fishermen capturing submarines” report.

He felt a lump of blood stuck in his throat.

I donated nothing! I just randomly hit the guitar because she was singing too softly—how did it really mess up a submarine?!

“Little Chu, listen to me…” Yu Xian weakly reached out.

“No need to explain! I understand! A national hero, a silent master of sound!” Chu Feng saluted again. “Academician Li told me to bring you a message: your intention has been received by the nation! This song is the blade of China’s counterattack in the deep sea!”

Yu Xian closed his eyes in despair.

He was tired.

Let it all burn.

This world was full of delusional geniuses who couldn’t be reasoned with.