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Chapter 8 - Chapter 8 — The Quiet Way to Break Someone

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Haters aren't dangerous because they shout.

They're dangerous because they persist.

Anyone can insult once.Only a few make it their mission.

And those are the ones you have to deal with properly.

I noticed him before Yueyin did.

That was intentional.

The comments were subtle at first.

"She's overrated.""This feels manufactured.""Another pretty face pretending to be talented."

Nothing extreme.

Nothing reportable.

Just consistent.

Always early.Always phrased as "honest criticism."

I clicked his profile.

No real name.No content.Only comments.

A parasite account.

Yueyin was humming in the kitchen that morning, scrolling through her phone.

"People are talking more lately," she said, smiling. "Not as many likes, but more comments."

"That's normal," I replied. "It means they're paying attention."

She leaned closer. "Someone said my voice lacks emotion."

I shrugged. "Then you'll prove them wrong later."

She pouted. "You're cold."

"I'm practical."

She snorted and went back to humming.

Good.

She didn't notice the pattern.

I did.

The hater escalated slowly.

Not louder.

Sharper.

"Her manager deletes negative comments.""Funny how criticism disappears.""Isn't it suspicious how protected she is?"

That one was dangerous.

It planted doubt.

Not about Yueyin.

About me.

Perfect.

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I didn't respond.

I never do.

Instead, I watched.

I tracked timing.Language.Which posts he chose.

He wasn't random.

He commented more when Yueyin gained followers.

He wanted reaction.

He wanted acknowledgement.

So I gave him something better.

Obscurity.

First, I stopped deleting his comments.

All of them.

Let them sit.

Let others see them.

Then I replied once.

Not defending.

Not attacking.

Just one sentence.

"Thank you for listening carefully."

That was it.

Nothing more.

No argument.

No explanation.

The effect was immediate.

Other fans jumped in.

Not aggressively.

Organically.

"At least give constructive feedback.""You comment a lot for someone who dislikes her.""Why are you still here then?"

The hater replied.

Too much.

Too emotional.

He overplayed his hand.

That's when I moved.

I compiled his comments.

Screenshots.

Dates.

Patterns.

Then I sent them quietly to the platform's moderation team—framed not as harassment, but as targeted engagement manipulation.

Which it was.

No drama.

No accusations.

Just data.

Three days later, his account was restricted.

Not banned.

Restricted.

His comments stopped appearing publicly.

To him, it looked normal.

To everyone else, he vanished.

Perfect.

Yueyin never noticed.

Not once.

She was too busy practicing.

Her singing had changed.

Not dramatically.

But it had weight now.

Emotion.

Experience.

Her song crossed another milestone that week.

Not trending.

Not viral.

Just steady growth.

A few thousand new followers.

Then a few more.

Slow.

Healthy.

Real.

Xiaoyu mentioned it casually when we met.

"She's being shared more," she said. "In small communities. Music forums. Student groups."

"That's better than front-page hype," I replied.

She nodded. "People listen longer when they discover something themselves."

She hesitated.

"…Did something happen with the comments?"

I glanced at her. "Why?"

"They feel… calmer."

I smiled faintly. "Good moderation."

She studied me.

Then said nothing.

That night, the system flickered again.

[Task Completed:]Negative influence neutralized.Reward:Minor reputation stability increase.

I ignored the reward.

This wasn't about points.

This was about control.

Yueyin burst into my room before sleeping.

"Someone reposted my song with a cover!" she said excitedly. "They credited me!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Did they?"

"Yes!"

She bounced on her toes. "That means I'm real now, right?"

I looked at her.

At the way her eyes shone.

"Yeah," I said. "It does."

She grinned and ran off.

I leaned back in my chair.

One hater gone.

No scars.

No backlash.

And the climb continued.

Slow.

Unstoppable.

Just the way it should be.

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