A Second Life, A New Power novel Chapter 277

"Alright. It's my turn." Alex took the initiative to get the flow going again.

"Alex didn't get mad?"

"Why do I feel as though he seems a little guilty?"

"He was raised with manners, okay? I think Maria was really rude!"

…

This time, it was George's turn to spin the spoon, and it ended up pointing at Demi.

"Demi, truth or dare?" George asked, grinning widely.

"Truth." Demi chose the same as before.

"Alright." George thought for a moment before his expression suddenly brightened up. "Please state the names of your biological parents."

Before Demi could react, Alex's and his siblings' faces immediately turned pale with fear. Even Michelle, who was watching the live stream, was so shocked that she nearly threw her phone away.

"Demi, you can't say it! If you do, I'll never forgive you for the rest of my life!" Michelle said through gritted teeth while gripping her phone tightly.

"Guys, did you all see that? The Pitt siblings look terrified."

"Holy shit! There's definitely something between Demi and the Pitts that we don't know about."

"Maybe the Pitts had something to do with Demi's parents' deaths?"

Demi was speechless for a moment. She glanced briefly at Alex and the other two before replying, "I don't have parents. I'm an orphan."

The crowd was stunned, and so were the livestream's viewers.

"You guys didn't know? Demi said in the first episode that she's an orphan."

"I didn't watch the first episode."

"I've been following George's streams."

"I was watching Chad's!"

"I'm a Connexion. I started watching from episode three."

George immediately said apologetically, "Sorry."

"It's fine. I'm used to it." Demi smiled.

Alex, the other two Pitts, and Michelle all let out a sigh of relief. But what followed was them feeling a mix of complex emotions.

It felt as if something had been drained from their hearts, leaving them feeling strangely empty.

"It's… one I wrote myself. It's never been released," Demi said.

In the world of cultivation, she didn't just cultivate herself every day. She also learned many things, like medicine, cooking, music, and more.

Her senior, Jonathan Winger, was a music theory expert who could compose, write lyrics, and play multiple instruments. He had taught her everything he knew.

"Wow!" The crowd immediately looked at Demi in awe.

Sure, many people could sing or play an instrument, but composing and songwriting? That was rare.

Meanwhile, Alex and the other siblings looked at Demi in confusion. They knew her past better than anyone else.

Demi never even had the money to attend school. How could she possibly have the money to learn music theory?

"Everyone, quiet down. Let's listen to Demi's performance." Nigel gestured to the crowd to remain silent and turned to look at Demi with piqued interest.

Demi began with an ethereal chant. Her voice was pure and crystal-clear. It sounded transcendent and otherworldly.

In an instant, it was as if the whole world had fallen silent.

It was a song steeped in a sort of ancient charm—both the lyrics and the melody carried an undeniable air of antiquity. In modern terms, it was a folk-style song.

However, Demi's folk-style song had an authentic antiquity to it—like something that had traveled through time from ancient times, untouched by modern influences.