Chapter 105
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 didn't know where it came from. It could only regard it as its own illusion and suppressed it.
"You're willing to expend your limited energy to send me back here from the comic book world. Isn't it just because you feel a little guilty about 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 comics had a physical body, they'd probably be sweating profusely right now: "Uh, well... well, I do have something I'd like to ask you for help with."
Since this wasn't the first time he had been embarrassed, Comic Will decided to just give up and whispered:
"I can't maintain my image as a comic book author anymore... and I can't blur other people's perceptions anymore. The comic book platform has come around and wants to connect with the author. Can you help me out...?"
Cesar: “…”
The black-haired young man suddenly chuckled.
Under the silvery moonlight, even though Comic Will had seen this face countless times, he still felt frightened and dared not look directly at it.
"But my face and name are the same as Cesar 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 anime adaptation of "Absolute Talent," and to do an interview or something. Not to mention that the comic platform's previous cover-up was incomplete, and they also find it strange, making it even harder to fool them.
The manga will not postpone the animation.
After all, the audience for comics is still limited, and after being animated, 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 be forbidden from interfering or intervening in this part of the comic?"
The black-haired young man seemed to speak nonchalantly.
The Comic Will quickly defended himself, "Because this is a pre-set mechanism. Changing it would expend a lot of unnecessary energy. And I covered for you early on! I even censored some modern vocabulary and a lot of your psychological descriptions!"
It cannot directly peek into the heart of the contractor, but the comic mechanism it set up when its power was 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 and that its owner did not want to appear, it silently interfered and intercepted them.
Obviously, compared with the gossipy 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 about to continue to persuade 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'm Zhiyi, the author of Absolute Talent. This is my new contact information."
Comic Will: "......?"
Even at two 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 heavily: "Yes. Do you need me to provide any proof of self-identification?"
The other side fell silent.
Because he couldn't figure out how to prove that the person who contacted him was Zhiyi.
Even if he asked the other party to send 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. During that period of time, he felt like he was under a spell. For no apparent reason, Zhiyi was given a comic author background, and for no apparent reason, he was recommended based on popularity like a normal author. But the problem was -
His mind was completely hazy as to why he had given Zhiyi a backstage role.
It just so happened that their company wanted to adapt "Absolute Talent" into an animation during this period, and arranged for him, the editor-in-chief, 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 the case of a pigeon-minded author who had not yet submitted his manuscript on the deadline. He had been making calls all night long to urge him to update, when he suddenly received a text message from someone who called himself "Zhi Yi".
Although he did write his contact information in the message, it is not something that can be trusted easily.
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 often passes by in a moment of distraction, but the editor kept repeating 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 sent over showed a young man with long black hair raising his eyes, tilting his head, and chuckling for a fleeting moment.
It is so beautiful and natural, without any trace of makeup or photo editing.
This young man had a face that was almost identical to César Crest in the comics, a unique face that looked like it had walked out of the comics world.
…
The next day, the editor, who finally got the author's home address, entered Crest's manor with some restraint.
He felt a little numb. After seeing Zhiyi's face, he knew that the surname "Crest" really existed - and that this surname was the editor-in-chief of one of the top hidden families in the Blue Star Alliance today. He always felt that all this was like a dream.
So, these big guys draw comics just to enjoy a different life, right? Purely out of love?
After all, it seems like he really has everything he needs!
The man was lost in thought 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 technology 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. When he sensed someone coming, he raised his eyes and looked at him nonchalantly. His misty blue eyes concealed all his emotions, which were not sure whether they were true or false. It made people feel that they were 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 Xizel in the comics.
The black-haired young man had a handsome face and a tall figure, making it impossible to look away from him once you saw him. However, he was covered by a layer of fog and could not be imprinted in the mind. No matter how hard you tried, you could not see him clearly. You could only vaguely have a strange premonition -
If you see his words clearly, you will die.
The inability to see clearly and remember his appearance is the most effective and direct protection given to people by the brain, spirit and higher-level [inspiration].
...Yes, the more I look at it, the less they look alike.
The editor thought that it might be because he was too dizzy last night, and he also liked popular characters like César Crest. Zhiyi was Crest's creator, had the same long hair as him, and had a similar temperament, so he accidentally made a mistake.
He tried to regain his composure. "Can I see your manuscript?"
"certainly."
The black-haired young man seemed easy to get along with, and nodded gently, showing him his drawing software.
It showed 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 forward a bit, you’ll 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 indeed a very talented cartoonist and the author of "Absolute Talent".
Once the identity is confirmed, the next thing is much simpler, it is nothing more than negotiating copyright pricing and peripheral authorization.
"Money is just a number to me," the black-haired young man smiled. "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, I can sell them at a lower price."
The man nodded repeatedly. Although he was offended by the statement "money is just a string of numbers to me", his attitude remained respectful: "Of course."
The black-haired young man seemed to raise his eyebrows slightly.
"I believe you."
"After all...there are gods above us."
The man inexplicably felt a chill running deep into his bones, but his subconscious didn't want him to delve into it further, so he quickly changed the subject without giving it much thought: "Do you want to show your face? It would be more beneficial for publicity if you could appear in an interview or talk show."
"No," the black-haired young man shook his head, "If too many people meet, it might 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 left 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 also felt something was amiss, and asked slowly with some trepidation, "...What did you just say?"
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, Doctor 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!”
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