Chapter 290 Plagiarized
Myst, Jude, Maurice, Alfie…
Kyla quickly pulled out her phone and sent a message.
The reply came at once. “It’s done. Check the trending search.”
Her screen lit up with a notification.
Kyla let out a cold laugh.
Finally.
Meanwhile, Tilda had already stepped off the stage.
The five judges would spend the next hour in a private room, discussing and scoring the works.
Tilda went back to her private lounge.
She closed her eyes and rested.
She was waiting quietly for her moment of glory.
But she also knew Kyla would never sit still.
After all, Kyla had made two shady deals with Tobias and pocketed a fortune.
There was no way she’d let today pass without stirring trouble.
And sure enough.
Andy sent Tilda a message.
“I just saw it on Cetherland’s trending search. They’re saying your painting was plagiarized from a famous foreign anime artist–X.”
“They also claim your concept overlaps with one of Myst’s old sketches.”
Tilda’s lips curled into a faint smile, and she texted. “So the Jensons finally made their move.”
Andy replied. “You look pretty confident. Guess you already saw this coming. If you need me, just say the word.”
Tilda responded. “No need. I already know exactly how to slap the Jensons back in the face.”
Right now, Kyla and the Jensons were smug.
But when the truth came out and their lies fell apart, they’d be the ones ruined.
Andy reacted. “Okay then. I’ll sit back and watch.”
Back in Cetherland, Una was holding her breath in front of the screen.
She was waiting for the championship results.
She didn’t dare blink.
Her 12-year-old brother, Jason, was playing on his phone. Suddenly, he shouted, “Una Colon! Look–there’s a trending search saying Tilda plagiarized!”
“Damn it, Jason! You call her Tilda, but use my full name? You little… Wait. What did you just say?”
Una had been ready to roll up her sleeves and teach Jason a lesson, but as soon as she heard the word “plagiarized,” she snatched the phone from his hands.
Chapter 290 Plagiarized
TikTok, Twitter, Quora… the news was climbing the trending lists at a terrifying speed.
The headline read: “Cetherland’s National College Art Champion, now competing in the International College Art Competition–Tilda’s ‘Snake’ is accused of plagiarism!”
The post compared Tilda’s Snake with several works from X, circling similarities in detail and style.
It also claimed overlap with Myst’s sketches.
The trending feed nearly crashed under the surge.
Back when Tilda competed in the National College Art Competition, her Snake had already drawn huge attention.
And Tilda herself was stunningly beautiful.
She had even gained an official fan club on Twitter.
Though she never managed it, the fan base existed.
Now, with her representing the country on the global stage, the news had spread widely.
And this scandal hit like a slap in the face.
It humiliated Tilda.
It humiliated the whole nation.
In the comments, keyboard warriors went wild.
[Ha! What a disgrace. Couldn’t be happier!]
[No wonder Snake looked familiar. She copied two people!]
[She even copied Myst? Oh my God. He just defended her on a live broadcast. She’s so ungrateful.]
[As an anime fan, X is sacred! I’ll destroy this copycat!]
[Tilda is a plagiarist! She should die!]
[She doesn’t need curses. Just Myst’s and X’s rabid fans alone could tear her apart. She might not make it back alive…]
The post got an insane number of likes.
Even Tilda’s supporters began to waver.
The Myst angle wasn’t strong evidence.
At most, the styles were slightly similar.
Any artist could accidentally echo another’s work without knowing.
But X–that was different.
The style looked way too close.
And with Kyla’s marked notes and detailed comparisons, even amateurs could see the resemblance.
This attack had been planned carefully.
They had saved it for today, when Tilda was on the world stage.
That way, the blow would be fatal.
The Colon family was furious.
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“Damn it! Who dares slander Tilda like this? Unforgivable!”
“I’ll roast them alive in the comments!”
Una’s eyes burned with fire.
Even if she stood alone against the crowd, she would defend Tilda without hesitation.
Her fingers flew across the keyboard like a machine gun, one insult after another.
One hater came—she blasted them. Two came—she blasted them both.
Her parents were no calmer. The Colons trusted Tilda completely. They grabbed their phones and ordered the PR department of the Colon Group to handle the trending search crisis at once.