Jack Young never knew how to play the guitar; all his musical skill points were invested in classical music. He wasn’t some kind of super-genius who could master every instrument. But let’s help everyone recall: in the Pacific World arc, The Queen once formed a band. This band, which included the Gao sisters and other mecha bigshots, was basically created so The Queen could rock out.
Although it was only briefly mentioned in that chapter, I can now tell you this: with her already impressive intelligence boosted by Prajna Power, The Queen could play every rock instrument with absolute flair. When it comes to rock, she’s a natural—no teacher needed, just pick up anything and she’ll blow everyone away.
As for Jack Young, even though he rarely used these skills, his level was still high. Grab an electric guitar, and it’s instantly under his control—easy as pie. And with his freakishly fast hands, one electric guitar isn’t even his limit.
"Impossible!" Amid everyone’s screams, Jack Young hooked his foot, sending a bass flying up and landing perfectly in his hands. Slinging the strap over his shoulder, Jack grabbed both the electric guitar and the bass, soloing every dazzling riff—high and low—in the whole band. His left hand danced across the frets while his right picked out passionate notes on all eleven strings.
Zhu Ming wanted to show off his musical talent, but his keyboard sound got instantly swallowed up by the electric storm. It was like a swimmer caught in a flood—maybe he’s not bad, but there’s no way to fight back, just swept away. Unable to grab the spotlight, he had to stick tightly to Jack Young’s rhythm just to avoid total embarrassment.
"This—this can’t be, it’s not supposed to go like this!" Zhu Ming was absolutely stunned. His Nano Core couldn’t directly control his fingers, but it was close. With the Nano Core, he could be a master of any instrument. But what he didn’t realize was that Jack Young’s musical skills weren’t just at a master’s level—they were something else entirely.
While Zhu Ming was still in shock, Jack Young started to sing. No mic, just his own voice. The moment he opened his mouth, everyone was floored. With his subtle senses and sonic skills, if he went all out, he could even hypnotize people. Jack Young wasn’t using full power now, but his voice came out like a fusion of metallic tones—so cool it made everyone’s hair stand on end: “Swaying wine glass, lips stained like blood. That unusual beauty, unforgivable sin…”
"Waaah—!" The moment he started singing, the crowd erupted: "Queen!"
Jack Young wore a dangerous smile, like the wildest, most untamed outsider, bursting with raw energy as he sang. This song meant something special to him. He’d once gone karaoke with her—the only time ever—and with his raspy voice, belted out "Queen," earning her applause and praise. It was one of the few songs she ever complimented. He still remembers her eyes sparkling with stars, clapping like crazy that night.
Jack Young knew perfectly well—this woman didn’t care for classical music. What she loved was heavy metal rock. So tonight, let’s use this song we both remember as our opening act!
"The night is too beautiful, even if danger lurks, there's always someone burning the midnight oil with dark circles—" Jack Young's voice was cooler than anyone who'd ever sung this song. Fast, slow, switching up the beat, improvising—his hands flew over two instruments like a madman, taking the song to its wildest. The band invited tonight was left dumbstruck; the sultry lead singer jumped on stage, grabbed the drumsticks, and started pounding away, screaming and swaying in sync with Jack.
And Zhu Ming? Nobody could hear him anymore, and honestly, nobody cared.
"Love is too beautiful, even if it's risky, I'd trade everything for a thousand years of tears." Jack's voice thundered through the villa, richer than any electronic effect. The crowd turned into a wild ocean, jumping, waving, howling—way more hyped than when the official band played.
"Pain is too beautiful, even if it's lowly, I still want to taste the feeling of being smashed to pieces!" Jack danced effortlessly; he used to be king of the dance floor, got rusty, but now he's back and better than ever.
"You are too beautiful, even in silence, I want to build a wall of stones to block out the world—" Jack spun around, gazing up at the third floor. Someone was watching. Jack stared back, eyes locked. The person flinched, but held his gaze.
My Queen—
That day, in that private room, I sang and danced—just for you.
I want to claim—
Tonight, the crowd cheers, but I'm still only dancing for you, singing for you!
Your beauty!!