Chapter 271 Entertainment Industry

"A long time ago, when I was still a child."

“I always like to sit by the lake alone, and I always stay there for a very long time.”

"From sunset until it is completely dark."

"I look up and watch the wind blow through the willow branches. If I'm lucky, I can even see a few stars and a few birds flying around overhead."

"It's mostly around the time summer is approaching, so the weather is quite hot and humid."

"Sweat and tears clung to my face, sticky and wet. I'm a very independent person, and I thought I wouldn't be afraid of being alone."

"But that was my loneliest moment. It was not the loneliness of being alone, but a sudden realization that there may never be a single person in this world who can truly empathize with my pain, not even my closest friends."

Lu Jin leaned back in his seat, while a man lay on the floor beside him, clutching his neck, blood gushing out. Stanford stood between them, holding a bloodstained utility knife.

"Are you an idiot? Why are you suddenly saying things that don't make any sense?"

"Oh, a pop-up ad with this inspirational story in it, I just read it for fun."

Don't you find it touching?

"You must not have had a childhood, and you must not have written any literature about the sorrows of youth."

"That's too low-level."

Lu Jinyi spewed a string of trash talk without warning. They had barely arrived at their destination when they were attacked by this inexplicable person—the idiot was yelling "Kill you bunch of thieves" while charging at them with a gun, it was ridiculous—in Hebrew terms, "If you don't establish a persona before you die, you'll regret dying again," this stranger was quite the expert at creating an image.

As they spoke, they were in a luxurious presidential suite with six people, which had a small bar, a liquor cabinet, and various empty soft drugs, pornographic magazines, and rubber condoms that had not yet been removed.

Lu Jinke was somewhat confused. He Yu and his group had already caused enough trouble in America, so why were these entertainment industry idiots still thinking about how to engage in unspoken rules and play around with women—well, sometimes it might be men, at least there weren't any women here. But luckily they arrived early, otherwise the scene would have been terrifying. She had thought that what they would see after arriving at the Mirror of Eternal Dreams would be a different world from Eoubs—but now it seemed that the two were quite similar.

"I don't even know why He Yu got me involved. The plan to ruin the movie and make some alternative programs is really... unreliable." Lu Jin stepped on the corpse that had stopped thrashing and shrugged.

“There’s a technical term for this: image deconstruction.” Stanford stopped in front of the wine cabinet, picked out a bottle at random, and told Lu Jin, “The image of a savior, a god, a creator is deeply ingrained, and the power provided by these souls is unimaginable.”

"After all, this is the territory of three forbidden things. I think you have seen the compatibility of the bloodline of all things in Eoubs' database. Only by destroying them all can everyone be awakened."

Lu Jin pondered these words carefully for a while.

"I understand, just like the Virgin Mary masturbating in front of her believers, experiencing multiple orgasms."

"A nun, bathed in holy light, secretly went to the hospital for an abortion after get off work."

“The priests at the church go to the red-light district every night to select the best prostitutes.”

"I get it, that's what it means."

"The collapse of an image is like the collapse of a persona."

Lu Jin slapped his thigh. Damn it, he was a genius. He could understand things instantly.

Stanford nodded perfunctorily, then turned his face away, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

The physiological kind.

What a fucking genius! His decision to kill this guy after the collaboration ends is utterly insane, no different from that idiot Hebrew. If these two morons were to unite, their opponents would be laughing in their sleep!

This is something so terrible it defies description.

"To be honest, I suspect you have a great prejudice against Western religions."

Stanford belatedly realized that the examples this guy had given were not from the beliefs of the people of Dongxia.

"Impossible, you have a huge prejudice against me."

"The operatives in our East Xia branch are all top-notch guys, buddies."

"But speaking of which, they're actually planning to release a new movie." Lu Jin rummaged around on the table for a while and found several disks and film reels. He thought to himself, "What era are we living in? They're still playing with that retro movie stuff. It's so low-class, buddy."

"It won't be shown for long. It's really just a distraction, a way to solidify the residents' idolization of the board," Stanford said, opening the bottle of wine he was carrying, bringing it close to his nose to smell it. "Do you have any experience as a director?"

"It would be more practical for you to ask me if I have any experience as a male escort."

"Really?"

"How could that be?"

"Then how the hell are we supposed to find those actors to film the movie?"

As they were talking, a sudden downpour began outside the window, and the sky grew even darker, as if the two of them had inadvertently triggered some key word.

Lu Jin glanced at Stanford, who was pouring wine into two wine glasses. Rumor had it that this guy had a blood feud with the European Parliament. He didn't know what had gotten into him, but he'd been sent on a mission by Gore to join the Heavenly Gospel, and now he'd caused so much trouble—the whole situation was just too outrageous.

This person's collaboration with them is most likely for ulterior motives.

He was considering whether to take the opportunity to kill the other party. Although He Yu did need a lot of manpower at the moment, the addition of an agent with unclear motives would only make the team very dangerous.

Just to be on the safe side, let's wait until this mess of filming the new movie is over before we take any action.

Stanford made no response.

He could naturally guess what Lu Jin was thinking, but it didn't matter, because even Gore himself didn't know what he was going to do.

Nominally, it was to help collect fragments of the laws of destiny, but this kind of thing was completely unnecessary for a new authority figure who came from the second fluctuation layer to handle. It would be an understatement to say that it was a waste of talent.

Stanford's true purpose—like Sergio's—is to use this space, which cannot be accessed by observers, to touch the extremes of its own characteristics, and thus to enter into the myriad multiverses in search of truth.

As for what to do after that.

It is best not to say more.

...

...

Ten minutes later.

Lu Jin and Stanford found the shareholders in the Heavenly Gospel planning department, along with the actors, publicists, photographers, copywriters, and other staff under their management—a total of 227 people. When these unemployed people were discovered, most of them were still futilely trying to make communications to the board of directors. Some of the more courageous ones resisted for a while, but after witnessing Stanford burn one of the unfortunate men to a crisp, they all scattered in terror.

“Great, now the two of us are the new era’s great director duo.”

"So... who was in charge of writing the script before? Come out and show your skills."

a long time.

A trembling voice came from the crowd.

"that……"

"The one who just burned to death was the screenwriter."