Re:life with Karmic Gacha (Modern Family)-Chapter 350: Return.

[General POV]

San Siro Stadium, Milan, Italy. 80,000 people bought tickets to see Edward's last concert in Italy, with an additional 50,000 waiting outside the stadium to catch a glimpse of him.

The police were having a headache trying to control the crowd, but their enthusiastic vigor made things more challenging. However, there weren't any incidents at the stadium; it was as if everyone who heard Edward's voice was exorcised of any evil thoughts.

The mainstream media were in a frenzy, vying for exclusive interviews with Edward as he concluded his show, but all requests were rejected.

Shirtless, Edward clutched his guitar after finishing a performance, which made the entire crowd cheer thunderously. The stadium shook from their energy, and the vibrations could even be felt on stage.

Edward was taken aback, smiled, and retreated a few steps backward while playfully saying, "Wow, you guys are insatiable. Are you all enjoying the concert?"

"YESSS!"

"WE LOVE YOU, EDDY!"

"EDWARD! EDWARD! EDWARD! EDWARD!"

"SELL ME THE GUITAR! I WANT TO LICK THE SWEAT OFF—"

They shook their banners and snapped pictures of Edward, expressing their affection for the artist. (A/N: Sus)

Edward laughed, his smile enchanting the audience. With his wolf-cut hair, muscular torso, and prominent canines, it was highly debated that he was the most handsome man in the world at that moment.

In fact, he even beat out Bradley Cooper in 2011 and was named the Sexiest Man Alive.

"It has been quite a journey. I traveled across 100 countries, performed in 60, and met many interesting people. But it's time for me to go back home."

The crowd whined, and some even wailed and cried.

"No!"

"Don't stop the tour!"

"We still want to hear you sing live more!"

"I'll buy all of the extra merchandise; continue with the concert!"

Edward smirked and said, "Sorry, but I want to rest a bit."

Desperate wails echoed inside the stadium, but then they turned into laughter as the audience understood him. For two and a half years, Edward had been working relentlessly, and it showed.

"I'm going to leave with a bang! For the last song, I'll sing... well, you guys can guess it. Enjoy, and goodbye!"

[Zitti E Buoni – Måneskin]

Edward grabbed his guitar and strummed the catchy upbeat intro to the song. The rock music invigorated the crowd, which made them cheer until their voice turned hoarse. Most of them lost their voice after the concert ended.

He closed his eyes, placing his lips close to the microphone, and smiled.

"♫♪ Loro non sanno di che parlo ♫♪"

{They don't know what I'm talking about}

"♫♪ Vestiti sporchi, fra', di fango ♫♪"

{Clothes are dirty, bro, of mud}

"♫♪ Giallo di siga fra le dita ♫♪"

{Cig's yellow in between the fingers}

"♫♪ Io con la siga camminando ♫♪"

{I'm walking with a cig}

His mesmerizing voice and bad-boy like persona made many girls blush. Edward rocked the guitar and walked to the side of the stage, singing using the head-microphone instead.

"♫♪ Scusami ma ci credo tanto ♫♪"

{Pardon me, but I really do believe}

"♫♪ Che posso fare questo salto ♫♪"

{That I can make this jump}

"♫♪ E anche se la strada è in salita ♫♪"

{And even if the street is uphill}

"♫♪ Per questo ora mi sto allenando ♫♪"

{I'm training for this now}

The girls at the end of the stage reached out and touched his leg, but they didn't grab him as he came near them. Edward smiled and patted one of the young tween's heads before making his way to the microphone stand again.

"♫♪ E buonasera signore e signori ♫♪"

{And good evening, ladies and gentlemen}

"♫♪ Fuori gli attori ♫♪"

{Bring out the actors}

"♫♪ Vi conviene toccarvi i coglioni ♫♪"

{You better hold on to your balls}

"♫♪ Vi conviene stare zitti e buoni ♫♪"

{You better keep quiet and be good}

"♫♪ Qui la gente è strana, tipo spacciatori ♫♪"

{Here people are weird, like drug dealers}

Edward left the guitar melody to the band and focused on singing. Pointing his finger at his temple, he acted disgruntled and rebellious. Sage recorded the performance, feeling satisfied by Edward's growth in the last 2 years.

"♫♪ Troppe notti stavo chiuso fuori ♫♪"

{Too many nights I've spent locked outside}

"♫♪ Mo li prendo a calci 'sti portoni ♫♪"

{Now I'm kicking these doorways}

"♫♪ Sguardo in alto tipo scalatori ♫♪"

{Staring up like climbers}

"♫♪ Quindi scusa mamma se sto sempre fuori ma ♫♪"

{So sorry mum if I'm always out, but}

Linda, Edward's therapist, took notes as she translated the lyrics. "I guess he's fine now. He doesn't need therapy anymore."

The crowd cheered enthusiastically, but Edward's voice wasn't drowned by them. A normal human being's voice would drown, but not his.

"♫♪ Sono fuori di testa, ma diverso da loro ♫♪"

{I am out of my mind, but I'm not like the others}

"♫♪ E tu sei fuori di testa, ma diversa da loro ♫♪"

{And you are out of your mind, but you're not like the others}

"♫♪ Siamo fuori di testa, ma diversi da loro ♫♪"

{We are out of our minds, but we're not like the others}

"♫♪ Siamo fuori di testa, ma diversi da loro, no ♫♪"

{We are out of our minds, but we're not like the others}

Suddenly, Edward rapped in Italian.

"♫♪ Io ho scritto pagine e pagine, ho visto sale poi lacrime ♫♪"

{I've written pages and pages, I've seen salt, then tears}

"♫♪ Questi uomini in macchina e non scalare le rapide ♫♪"

{These men in cars don't climb the rapids}

"♫♪ Ho scritto sopra una lapide, in casa mia non c'è Dio ♫♪"

{I've written on a tombstone, "In my house there's no God"}

"♫♪ Ma se trovi il senso del tempo, risalirai dal tuo oblio ♫♪"

{But if you find time's meaning, you'll climb back up from your oblivion}

"♫♪ E non c'è vento che fermi la naturale potenza ♫♪"

{And there's no wind stopping the natural power}

"♫♪ Dal punto giusto di vista, del vento senti l'ebrezza ♫♪"

{From the right point of view, you feel the intoxication of the wind}

"♫♪ Con ali in cera alla schiena ricercherò quell'altezza ♫♪"

{With wax wings on your back, I'll go look for that altitude}

"♫♪ Se vuoi fermarmi ritenta, prova a tagliarmi la testa perché ♫♪"

{If you wanna stop me try again, try cutting my head off}

The fast paced rap made the audience's blood boil. A deacon from the Vatican clenched his fist, but he kept a poker face.

Edward took off his guitar suddenly and jumped to the crowd. They caught him and pushed him backward before turning back to the stage.

'Crowd surfing is fun. But they kept trying to touch my private part." Edward lamented inside his mind.

As he got back to the stage, he continued with the chorus, asking the audience to sing along with him.

"♫♪ Sono fuori di testa, ma diverso da loro ♫♪"

{Because I am out of my mind, but I'm not like the others}

"♫♪ E tu sei fuori di testa, ma diversa da loro ♫♪"

{And you are out of your mind, but you're not like the others}

"♫♪ Siamo fuori di testa, ma diversi da loro ♫♪"

{We are out of our minds, but we're not like the others}

"♫♪ Siamo fuori di testa, ma diversi da loro, oh ♫♪"

{We are out of our minds, but we're not like the others}

A few staff members came out carrying a shirt gun and blasted the merchandise to the fans. More than 1000 shirts were given for free at the concert.

Slightly arching his back, Edward lowered his head and sang before going around the stage to greet the fans again.

"♫♪ Mmm, parla, la gente purtroppo parla ♫♪"

{Mmm, unfortunately people talk}

"♫♪ Non sa di che cosa parla ♫♪"

{They talk, they don't know what they talk about}

"♫♪ Tu portami dove sto a galla ♫♪"

{Bring me where I float}

"♫♪ Che qui mi manca l'aria ♫♪"

{Cause I lack air here}

The concert was at its peak as Edward screamed, "♫♪ Parla, la gente purtroppo parla ♫♪"

{Unfortunately people talk}

"♫♪ Non sa di che cosa parla ♫♪"

{They talk, they don't know what they talk about}

"♫♪ Tu portami dove sto a galla ♫♪"

{Bring me where I float}

"♫♪ Che qui mi manca l'aria ♫♪"

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{Cause I lack air here}

"♫♪ Parla, la gente purtroppo parla ♫♪"

{Unfortunately people talk}

"♫♪ Non sa di che cazzo parla ♫♪"

{They talk, they don't know what the fuck they talk about}

"♫♪ Tu portami dove sto a galla ♫♪"

{Bring me where I float}

"♫♪ Che qui mi manca l'aria ♫♪"

{Cause I lack air here}

He waved at the fans, which confused them. Suddenly, a helicopter flew on top of the stage. They dropped a rope for Edward, and two staff members on stage quickly placed a harness for Edward.

"He's escaping through the air!"

"NOOOO! DON'T LEAVEE!!!"

It was already an hour after the concert was supposed to end. Flying out of the stadium was a necessity at this point.

"♫♪ Ma sono fuori di testa, ma diverso da loro ♫♪"

{But I am out of my mind, but I'm not like the others}

"♫♪ E tu sei fuori di testa, ma diversa da loro ♫♪"

{And you are out of your mind, but you're not like the others}

"♫♪ Siamo fuori di testa, ma diversi da loro ♫♪"

{We are out of our minds, but we're not like the others}

"♫♪ E siamo fuori di testa, ma diversi da loro, ah ♫♪"

{We are out of our minds, but we're not like the others}

"♫♪ Noi siamo diversi da loro ♫♪"

{We are not like the others}

As the song ended, the rope quickly pulled Edward up into the air.

"Thank you for coming to my concert, everyone! Goodbye!"

"COME BACK!!!"

"WE NEED MORE!!!"

"PLEASE DON'T STOP THE CONCERTS!"

Edward just smiled amidst his fans' shouts of desperation. He continued waving until he reached the helicopter. Some fans even ran after the chopper, but they lost sight of Edward soon enough.

Many fell to their knees, eyes filled with despair.

"One year~! I think... I can survive one year!" One of them tried to reassure themselves and slowly got back up from the ground.

...

[Edward POV]

"Are you a cult leader?" Randall asked as Edward got into his private plane.

I sighed, throwing my head back haughtily, and replied, "Yeah. So? You got a problem?"

Randall pursed his lips and replied disdainfully, "Yeah, I got a problem, you punk."

"Want to jump off the plane?" I asked, tilting my head slightly.

Randall immediately went into apology mode. "I shouldn't have called you punk, even though it's true."

"Mickey, throw him off," I ordered my security, annoyed by my manager's antics. After almost three years of working together, we had all developed a pretty close relationship.

"Are we going straight back?" Randall asked with a pitiful expression. "We're not going to stop anywhere else, right? Or my wife will kill me before any of you guys could."

"Yeah, we're going straight back."

My lips curled into a smile. Maybe I was feeling homesick after all these years, but I couldn't wait to get back home.

"My house is already finished building, but I still haven't spent one day there. I couldn't wait."

Randall nodded in agreement, "You even went crazy, building the furniture to your house yourself. And even sculpted something– Um, insan– I mean, quirky."

"You have to handle your mother's unreasonable requests now too. I heard her condition is getting worse. She even needed to be admitted to the hospital," Mickey commented after taking a sip of whiskey from the side of his seat.

Randall immediately turned to him, gesturing with his fingers to stop talking.

My mood worsened, and I chuckled dryly, looking at Mickey with an ominous expression. "I guess Randall will have company when he's skydiving."

Suddenly, I thought of the Nevis Swing—a giant swing in New Zealand that drops people from 130 meters high, allowing them to swing for 300 meters, completing an arc before they go back.

'I think I'll send both of them there under the guise of a work trip.'

After yawning, I grabbed some documents from my bag and opened my laptop. Randall looked at me with disbelief but didn't say anything, knowing it would be useless.

"I miss Anna," Randall sighed.

Anna—Sage—had returned to LA five months ago after her contract with me ended. I offered to extend it, but she rejected my offer, saying that her services were no longer necessary. I probably shouldn't have learned how to heal, but I was too curious.

"I miss her too," I responded, refocusing on my work. I missed her nagging every time she felt I was pushing myself. But that old lady probably wanted to enjoy her retirement without any more hassle.

In the last few years, I had received several energy cultivation techniques from the afterlife corp. However, all of them were useless, except for chakra cultivation. Chakra combined physical energy from my own cells with spiritual energy from the mind, which didn't require any external energy.

I tried mana cultivation, murim world cultivation, heaven and earth energy, Taoist practices, and laws of heaven energy, but the world itself was devoid of all things. I could sense a little bit of natural energy, but it wasn't worth doing anything with.

However, I did manage to combine the energy systems with chakra, leading to the discovery of many new possibilities, including healing.

'By mixing magic circuits and murim healing knowledge, I developed my unique system. I could bestow traits on items, heal people both mentally and physically, and even concoct potions and unique pills.'

"I probably shouldn't be thinking about that now and should focus on my work," I said as I put more effort into finishing my workload. I wanted to rest for an entire month, so I needed to make some preparations.

"Those bastards did it again," Mickey suddenly said, piquing my attention. Randall and I both turned toward him as he showed us his phone screen.

"Mad Dog Publishing exposed Senator Kelly Johnson's illegal use of government property, bribery, sexual harassment... They really went all out," Randall read the article on his own phone with admiration.

"It's been a year since they launched, right? At first, I thought these suicidal journalists who dared to poke at the CIA were your subsidiary company, but it's an entirely independent publishing company," Mickey commented.

"Wolfgang Grimmer is really bold, but he's unbiased in his reporting and seems to have a strong moral compass," I said with a smirk.

Randall nodded and whispered, "So I guess it's just a matter of time before he aims for our artist."

"Pilot, open the door. Someone is jumping out now," I shouted to the cockpit.

Wolfgang Grimmer was one of my subordinates. Starting with an entertainment video channel, he grew his company into a large publishing firm. He broke the Weinstein story and several others, won a Pulitzer Prize, and caused the CIA a lot of trouble.

After poking the hornet's nest, the CIA came knocking at one journalist's door, unaware that he was filming the entire incident. The agents killed the journalist, and the whole story was reported by Mad Dog.

The CIA tried to sweep it under the rug, but public outrage was directed squarely at them. Then, a conversation between two agents was leaked, revealing that they were planning to release a collection of celebrity nudes to deflect attention away from themselves.

As a result, the CIA underwent multiple internal investigations and lost a significant amount of power within the United States—all because of a lone publishing company.

'Which is backed by me.'

A few months back, they even released a negative article about Entertain and another focusing on my new TV series, Psychopath Diaries. It mentioned my hostile relationship with the lead actress—Emma Watson.

'A full-on diva. Fucking deplorable. To think I had a crush on her when I was younger. Give me back my delusions.' I loathed her inwardly.

After I arrived in LA, I drove straight to my mansion up the hill. I wanted to tour the place, but I was already too tired. Dozens of staff members followed, carrying my belongings into the house.

As I opened the door, we were greeted by a statue of a red dragon. The details of the statue were immaculate, giving the impression that a real dragon was guarding the entrance of the house.

"You can put all of my stuff in the living room. I'll take care of it tomorrow—" Before I could finish speaking, a black shadow jumped toward me. I immediately grabbed it mid-air and greeted her with excitement, "Vader! I missed you!"

"Nyaa!" Vader meowed in excitement. She returned with my father three months ago, as she was showing signs of getting stressed out from the constant moving.

After hugging her gently, I placed her on my shoulder and addressed the staff members.

"All of you have been working hard for the last two years. I promise that I won't let your efforts go in vain. If you have any requests, or if there are any departments you want to transfer to, just tell me. I'll do whatever I can to repay your hard work."

I wanted to give them job promotions and pay raises, but none of them wanted it.

"Traveling the world, seeing your performances... We've already received our rewards. Rather, we've been spoiled," a young Chinese woman said with a cheerful expression.

They all left quickly, knowing that I wouldn't go to rest if they lingered inside the house. After two years, they were well aware of my personality.

"Ah! I'm tired." I laid down on the king-sized bed in a messy room with luggage and storage boxes scattered all around. Vader nuzzled her head on my shoulder as we went to sleep.

I slept for 20 hours that day after a week of managing only two hours of sleep each night.

The next day, before I could wake up on my own, my dad came into the room and opened the curtains, causing me to groan in dissatisfaction.

"Come on, Edward! We're going to Disneyland!" he said cheerfully.

"Go by yourself," I groaned, covering my eyes with Vader.