Chapter 440: TV Drama Script

"Zhang Hao, are you really not coming back to the Initial Realm with me?"

After dealing with the four major powerhouses like the Chen Family Ancient Clan, Jiuzhou Di Yi Xian and the others divided up the spoils of war and did not head back immediately.

They chose to gather at Ghost Hong Demon Ancestor's Hong Demon Sect, holding the first offline gathering of the "Wanna Trade Today" group. No matter how the winds howled and news flew all over Lord Tianhong's Greater Realm, they enjoyed their offline gathering.

All banquets must come to an end; after gathering for ten days, they had to leave eventually.

This was not the world where the group members resided; they had forces or ties in their own worlds and could not stay here permanently.

Gao Xiang Hong and Zhang Hao were both from the Initial Realm, both outstanding figures of the new generation of the Initial Realm, and both from Hua Country. In less than ten days, the two had become good friends, exchanging their respective insights and sharing the supreme treasures they had each obtained.

Now the group leader was going to send them back to the Initial Realm. As the true group leader, Kamikawa Mitsu agreed to Gao Xiang Hong's request, promising that as long as Zhang Hao himself agreed to return to the Initial Realm together, he would help transmit Zhang Hao back to Earth.

Strictly speaking, Zhang Hao's mission was already complete; there was no need for him to continue in the other realm.

Of course, there was no harm in him continuing in the other realm either. There were resources and wealth here, and plenty of competitors. Compared to Earth today, the other realm was more suitable for cultivation, allowing him to grow rapidly and become a pillar of the Initial Realm in the future.

Kamikawa Mitsu did not force it, respecting his wishes.

"No, I'm doing fine here. With the Chen Family Ancient Clan destroyed, things are even more carefree. Heh, to be honest, I'm actually a bit different from you, Xiang Hong. You have parents on Earth, but I have no father or mother on Earth; I was an orphan since childhood.

Apart from my sense of belonging to the orphanage, my sense of belonging to Hua Country, and my sense of honor toward the Initial Realm, I have no ties on Earth. But in Lord Tianhong's Greater Realm, I have my master here, and Xiao Yan. I want to stay here.

It's not too late to go back after I cultivate and grow stronger here. The Initial Realm is quite suitable for seclusion, carefree and worry-free.

When I go back then, Xiang Hong, don't let me catch up to your realm, haha."

Zhang Hao politely declined, grinning.

Bai Yuanxianjun listened clearly from the side, his heart moved; he had not doted on this disciple for nothing. His beauty Xiao Yan was also moved.

Gao Xiang Hong nodded and bumped fists with him: "You're the one who should be careful not to be left too far behind by me. Don't wait until I'm one step into Divine, while you're still struggling at the sixth or seventh level of Living Being. I have the inheritance of the Immortal God of the Original Battlefield."

Zhang Hao replied confidently: "I'm an orphan who transmigrated to another realm, and I have the golden finger Moccasin Bead. A typical protagonist—definitely not worse than you."

Then the chat group members waved goodbye to Bai Yuanxianjun and the others, the teleportation gate opened, and they stepped into it and departed.

……

After this gathering, the group members became more familiar with each other, their friendships deepened, and after returning to their respective worlds, they did not forget to chat in the group.

They chatted even more frequently.

In no time, there were 99+ messages.

Mi Tian Da Sheng Jun: 【Honestly, since I came back I've been studying that token the only one who passed away gifted, and I still can't figure out what it's for.】

Da Huang Tian Zun: 【Same here. I've tried dripping blood to recognize a master, consulting ancient texts, roasting it with fire, nurturing it with spiritual energy—every method under the sun. The token didn't take a single scratch, and didn't make a peep. I really don't know what great use this thing has.】

Immortal King With Year-Round Rheumatism: 【I've been pondering it for days too. Apart from subtly curing my incurable rheumatism, it has no other effect.】

Xi Tian Mo Yao Fei: 【Rheumatism says the token can heal injuries. The first thing I did was try it on some injured disciples in my sect, and it didn't work. Seems like… it only works for us token recipients.】

Jiuzhou Di Yi Xian: 【Could it be that this token is just a healing tool, with no other function?】

Tian Xie Jian Xian: 【I tried it. I slashed my own hand, and the token didn't heal my wound. Seems like the token can only cure chronic ailments.】

Mi Tian Da Sheng Jun: 【Only for healing? And only for chronic ailments at that. Feels like the token should have other functions, otherwise the gift from the only one who passed away is too shabby, even downright useless.

Could it be that he just took something he didn't want and casually passed it off as a gift? After all, the only one who passed away is so powerful—whatever he gives carries face.】

Gui Hong Mo Zu: 【I think Da Sheng Jun suddenly vanishing from the face of the earth now, I believe it—no, I'm certain of it.】

Zu An Intern: 【I agree with Master's view. Black people carrying a coffin with 'Mi Tian Da Sheng Jun' written on it. jpg】

Immortal King With Year-Round Rheumatism: 【Da Sheng Jun's death-seeking just can't be stopped. I mourn for you. Black people carrying a coffin with 'Mi Tian Da Sheng Jun' written on it. jpg】

The next second.

All group members: 【Black people carrying a coffin with 'Mi Tian Da Sheng Jun' written on it. jpg】

……

Tokyo, Japan, Arakawa Ward, apartment.

"It's about time to start the next script." Kamikawa Mitsu exited the Meteor Light Space.

After the Ancient Babylonian Mythology script, he had not been idle, preparing for the next script.

No other reason—this script was huge, with lots of content, able to provide him with a steady stream of script points, allowing him to quickly shear the wool, and continuously at that, mass-production style.

In the past, when Kamikawa Mitsu made scripts, they were all in scenes. If one had to draw an analogy, past scripts were individual movies.

A movie has only one plot, its runtime isn't long, and the scenes occur only in specific settings.

But this script was vastly different!

If past scripts were movies, then this script was… a TV drama!

……

Hua Country, North City.

A luxury apartment near the famous North City University.

The youngest professor at North City University, Wang Wen, pressed the electronic lock on his front door and opened it to return home.

"So tired."

Wang Wen placed his hand on the back of his neck and twisted it.

Today, after finishing his lecture, he went to a bar to pick up girls after class, living life as usual. He felt very tired.

The daily cycle of work left him feeling a hint of exhaustion.

Humans are unsatisfied creatures; even standing at the highest peak, they remain unsatisfied. To outsiders, his life was practically the first target of the Forever Alone Fire Brigade, but he was not satisfied—or rather, it wasn't dissatisfaction, but that this was not the life he wanted.

Don't be fooled by Wang Wen being a professor; he is a complete mythology fanatic, a fanatic.

He loved the etherealness in myths, the passionate fervor and hot-bloodedness within, yearning to walk such a life.

For this reason, he had not studied supernatural events any less, and the one he admired most was Kamikawa Mitsu.

He couldn't help glancing at the newspapers on the living room table, each newspaper had some news circled in red pen. The circled news was clearly supernatural events happening all over the world, neatly collected by him.

He planned to save up enough money, find a time to resign, and travel around the world for his supernatural dream.

People usually just think about supernatural dreams, daydreaming about them, but Wang Wen was different—he was a man of action, never one to 'lie in bed with grand ambitions.'

If you truly have dreams, truly have ideals, then you should get to work—don't just flap your gums endlessly.

This is Wang Wen's motto.

"Oh, what's this?"

Wang Wen looked at something sitting quietly beside the newspaper.

……

(PS: Sorry for the late update,, I've been a bit busy lately and forgot, my goodness!)