The comic will had no idea what had just happened.
It looked at the black-haired young man's calm profile and felt vaguely that something was strange, but it was not sure where it came from. It could only regard it as its own illusion and suppressed it.
"You're willing to spend your limited energy to send me back here from the comic book world. Isn't it just because you feel guilty for not letting me come back for so long?"
——The black-haired young man’s careless words made it completely forget what had just happened.
If the comic book had a physical body, it would probably be sweating right now: "Uh, well... well, I do have something I want to ask you for help with."
This was not the first time he had been embarrassed, so Comic Will decided to just give up and whispered:
"I can't maintain my image as a comics author... I can't blur other people's perceptions anymore. The comics platform has come to its senses these days and wants to connect with the author. Can you help me support it...?"
Cesar: “…”
The black-haired young man suddenly chuckled.
Under the silvery moonlight, even though the comic will had seen this face countless times, it still felt frightened and dared not look directly at it.
"But my face and name are the same as Cecil Crest." The black-haired young man said slowly, "How do you want me to explain this?"
The comic's will was tangled: "I think you will have a way..."
The key is that the comic platform wants to meet with the author to discuss the adaptation of "Absolute Talent" into an anime, and to do an interview. Not to mention that the disguise done by the comic will before was not comprehensive, and they also felt strange, so it was even harder to fool them.
The comics will not postpone the animation.
After all, the audience for comics is still limited, and after being adapted into animation, its popularity is bound to rise again.
It's no wonder that it cares too much about popularity. In a relatively peaceful modern society, it is difficult to collect people's beliefs, but it is relatively easier to collect people's fanatical love.
"Aren't you supposed to not interfere or meddle with this part of the comic?"
The black-haired young man seemed to speak casually.
The comic will quickly defended itself: "Because this is a set mechanism, if you want to change it, you will consume a lot of unnecessary energy, and I helped you cover up in the early days! I harmonized some modern words and many of your psychological descriptions!"
It cannot directly peek into the heart of the contractor, but the comic mechanism it sets up when its power is first filled can.
But despite this, it did not allow these thoughts to appear in the comics to investigate them. Instead, when it sensed that these thoughts were deep parts that its owner did not want to appear, it silently interfered and intercepted them.
Obviously, compared with the gossiping heart and the determination to protect the comics, the latter is more powerful.
Just when the comic will was getting a little nervous, not knowing whether the other party would agree to this request, and was preparing to continue persuading him, it saw the black-haired young man take out his mobile phone, and with just a few simple operations, he contacted the editor in charge of "Absolute Talent".
[Zhiyi]: "Hello, I am Zhiyi, the author of "Absolute Talent", this is my new contact information."
Comic Will: "......?"
Even at two o'clock in the morning, the other party quickly responded: "? Are you Teacher Zhiyi? Are you sure?"
The black-haired young man was calm and composed, typing slowly without blushing or breathing hard: "Yes. Do you need me to provide any proof of my own identity?"
The other side fell silent.
Because he couldn't figure out for a moment how to prove that the person who contacted him was Zhiyi.
Even if he asked the other party to post a selfie, he didn't know what Zhiyi looked like!
He didn't even know Zhiyi's contact information and home address!
He felt that this matter was simply outrageous. It was as if he had been under a spell during that period of time. For no apparent reason, he was given a comic author background, and for no apparent reason, he was recommended like a normal author based on his popularity. But the problem was -
His mind was completely hazy as to why he gave Zhiyi a backstage role.
It just so happened that during this period their company wanted to adapt "Absolute Talent" into an animation and arranged for him, the editor-in-charge, to contact the author. He sent a short message through the backstage station to ask for Zhiyi's contact information and home address, but he never received a reply.
——Until tonight.
He was busy with a story about a slow-moving author who had not yet submitted his manuscript on the deadline, and he kept calling the author all night to urge him to update. Suddenly, he received a text message from someone who called himself "Zhiyi".
Although he did write his contact information in the message, it is not something that can be trusted.
Just then, he saw a three-second video sent by the other side.
The editor muttered, "This shouldn't be a virus or a scam link," and clicked it hesitantly. Then his whole expression froze instantly. He could only stare at the content on the phone, unable to move his eyes away.
A three-second video is very short, and it would pass by in a moment if one’s attention was distracted. However, the editor kept playing the video over and over again, not wanting to blink, and only regretted that he could not slow down the video frame by frame.
“Damn it…”
He said this, but he had already believed that the person who sent him the video should be Zhiyi himself.
——Because the three-second video that was sent to me showed a young man with long black hair raising his eyes, tilting his head, and chuckling for a fleeting moment.
It is gorgeous and natural, without any trace of makeup or photo-editing.
This young man had a face that was almost identical to Césaire Crest in the comics, a unique face that looked like it had walked out of the comics world.
…
The next day, the editor, who had finally obtained the author's home address, entered Crest's manor somewhat cautiously.
He felt a little numb all over. After seeing Zhiyi's face, he learned that the surname "Crest" really existed - and that this person was the editor-in-chief of one of the top hidden families in the Blue Star Alliance today. He felt that all this was like a dream.
So these big guys draw comics just to enjoy a different life, right? Pure love?
After all, it seems like he really has everything he needs!
The man was thinking about this and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door when it was opened silently.
Obviously, there is AI behind this door.
Along the way, the man saw a lot of black technologies that he had never seen in the outside world. At this time, he was not surprised at all, but just silently sighed that it was great to be rich.
He raised his head. Although he had prepared himself mentally, he was still speechless for a moment when he saw that face.
The black-haired young man was sitting on the sofa. He sensed someone coming and raised his eyes to look at him nonchalantly. His pair of misty blue eyes concealed all the emotions that were unclear whether they were true or false, making people feel that it was unreal and hazy, like looking at flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.
However, when the man really felt this gaze, he could only suddenly sense a fear and chill emanating from within - as if from the depths of his soul.
When he looked at Zhiyi again at this moment, he didn't think that he was similar to César in the comics.
The black-haired young man had a handsome face and a tall figure, which made people unable to take their eyes away once they saw him. However, he seemed to be covered by a layer of fog and could not be imprinted in the mind. No matter how hard they tried, they could not see him clearly. They could only vaguely have a strange premonition -
If you see his words clearly, you will die.
Not being able to see clearly and remember his appearance is the most effective and direct protection that the brain, spirit and higher-level [inspiration] give to people.
...Yes, the more I look at it, the less they look alike.
The editor thought that maybe he was too dizzy last night, and he also liked popular characters like Césaire Crest. Zhiyi was Crest's creator, and he had the same long hair and a similar temperament as him, so he accidentally made a mistake.
He tried to regain his composure. "Can I see your manuscript?"
"certainly."
The dark-haired young man seemed easy to get along with and nodded gently, showing him his drawing software.
On it was a scene that had not yet appeared in the comics - the black-haired warden was walking forward, as if he was about to return to his office, while the brown-haired boy and the black-haired girl were standing behind him. The boy took half a step forward and seemed to be saying something with his head down, trying to stop the warden from leaving without hesitation.
The painting style is also very consistent, and the effect is as if you see it with your own eyes.
If you flip further back, you will find the line drawings of previous comics.
The man finally believed that the handsome young man in front of him, who looked like he had just reached adulthood, was really a very talented cartoonist and the author of "Absolute Talent".
Once the identity is confirmed, the next thing becomes much simpler, and it is nothing more than negotiating copyright pricing and peripheral authorization.
"Money is just a number to me," the black-haired young man said with a smile, "I don't need any compensation. I hope my share can be used to increase the budget for animation production. As for the peripherals, I believe that after reducing my costs, they can be sold at a lower price."
The man nodded repeatedly. Although he was offended by the words "money is just a string of numbers to me", his attitude was still very respectful: "Of course."
The black-haired young man seemed to raise his eyebrows slightly.
"I believe in you."
"After all...there are gods above our heads."
The man inexplicably felt a chill that penetrated deep into his bones, but his subconscious didn't want him to delve into it, so he didn't think much about it and quickly changed the subject: "Do you want to show your face? If you can appear in an interview or talk show, it will be more conducive to publicity."
"No," the black-haired young man shook his head, "If too many people are seen, it may cause unnecessary casualties."
Man: “…Ah?”
What does this mean?
The young man smiled and said, "I don't know, that's good."
So the man didn't insist any longer and went out after completing today's task.
It was as if the gate of the manor, far away from the world, was closed again.
Only the comic's will felt something was wrong, and asked slowly with some horror: "...What did you mean by what you just said?"
Before it could finish asking what it wanted to ask, the black-haired young man's cell phone rang.
He glanced at it calmly and pressed the connect button.
The assistant's voice came over immediately with surprise: "Mr. Kleist, Dr. John is awake! Moreover, the experts said that his disease is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye--"
“It’s like a miracle!”