Chapter 440: Television Script

Zhang Hao, aren’t you really coming back to the Initial World with me?

After resolving the four major powers—the Chen ancestral clan and others—the First Immortal Sovereign of Jiuzhou and his allies divided the spoils but did not return immediately.

They chose to gather at the Hongmo Sect of the Hongmo Ancestor, holding their first offline meeting under the group name “Should We Do It Today?” Regardless of how tumultuous the Tianhong Great Realm became or how wildly rumors spread, they carried on with their offline gathering.

All feasts must come to an end; after ten days of gathering, it was finally time to depart.

This was not the world where the group members resided—they each had their own factions or attachments in their home worlds and could not remain here permanently.

Xiang Hong and Zhang Hao, both natives of the Initial World and rising talents of its new generation, and both from Huaguo, became close friends within less than ten days, exchanging insights and sharing the supreme treasures they had acquired.

Now the group leader intended to send them back to the Initial World; as the true group leader, Kamikawa Mitsu granted Xiang Hong’s request, agreeing that if Zhang Hao himself consented to return to the Initial World, he would assist in transporting Zhang Hao back to Earth.

Zhang Hao’s mission had, strictly speaking, already been completed; he no longer needed to remain in this alien realm.

Of course, staying here made no difference—he had access to resources, wealth, and countless rivals; compared to today’s Earth, this realm was far more suitable for cultivation and would allow him to grow rapidly, becoming a pillar of the Initial World in the future.

Kamikawa Mitsu did not press him, respecting his wishes.

“No, I’m fine here. With the Chen ancestral clan gone, it’s even more peaceful—haha. To be honest, I’m a bit different from you, Xiang Hong. You have parents on Earth, but I had neither father nor mother—I grew up an orphan.”

Aside from my sense of belonging to the orphanage, to Huaguo, and to the Initial World’s honor, I have no ties on Earth—but here in the Tianhong Great Realm, I have my master and Xiao Yan. I want to stay here.

It’s not too late to return once I’ve grown strong through cultivation here; the Initial World is perfect for seclusion, carefree and tranquil.

By then, don’t let me catch up to your realm, Xiang Hong—haha.”

Zhang Hao declined with a grin.

Bai Yuanxian, listening nearby, felt moved—he had not spoiled this disciple. Xiao Yan, his red flame, was also moved.

Xiang Hong nodded and bumped fists with him: “You’re the one who should be careful not to fall too far behind. Don’t let me reach godhood while you’re still struggling in the sixth or seventh level of mortal cultivation—I have the original battlefield’s divine and immortal legacy.”

Zhang Hao replied confidently: “I’m an orphan who crossed into this realm, with the Ruichen Pearl as my golden finger—classic protagonist material. I won’t be any worse than you.”

Then the group members waved farewell to Bai Yuanxian and the others, stepped through the opened teleportation gate, and departed.

…

After this gathering, the group members grew even closer, deepening their bonds, and continued exchanging messages in the group upon returning to their respective worlds.

They chatted more frequently.

Soon, the message count soared past 99+.

Miti Dashengjun: [To be honest, since I got back, I’ve been studying the plaque given by the Only Departed One, but I still can’t figure out what it’s for.]

Dahuang Tianzun: [Same here. I tried blood-pledging, searching ancient texts, roasting it with fire, nurturing it with spiritual energy—all methods failed. The tablet shows no damage and no reaction at all. I truly don’t know what its great purpose is.]

Immortal King with Chronic Rheumatism: [I’ve pondered it for days too. Aside from subtly curing my incurable rheumatism, it has no other effect.]

Western Heaven Demon Concubine: [When the rheumatism said the tablet could heal injuries, I immediately tested it on injured disciples in my sect—it didn’t work. It seems… only those who received the tablet benefit from it.]

First Immortal Sovereign of Jiuzhou: [Could this tablet just be a healing tool with no other function?]

Tianxie Jianxian: [I tested it—I slashed my own hand, but the tablet didn’t heal the wound. It seems it only heals chronic ailments.]

Miti Dashengjun: [Only for healing? And only chronic ailments? This tablet must have other functions—otherwise, the Only Departed One’s gift is too pitiful, even borderline useless.]

Maybe he just tossed out something he didn’t want as a gift? After all, he’s so powerful, anything he gives looks impressive.]

Hongmo Ancestor: [I believe Miti Dashengjun suddenly vanished—I mean, I’m certain of it.]

Zu’an Intern: [I agree with Master’s view. Black men carrying coffin with “Miti Dashengjun” written on it.jpg]

Immortal King with Chronic Rheumatism: [Miti Dashengjun’s self-destruction has become unstoppable. I mourn for you. Black men carrying coffin with “Miti Dashengjun” written on it.jpg]

Next second.

All group members: [Black men carrying coffin with “Miti Dashengjun” 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.

Since finishing the ancient Babylonian myth script, he had not rested, preparing for the next one.

Simply put, this script is massive, packed with content, capable of continuously supplying him with script points—fast, continuous, mass-produced free gains.

In the past, Kamikawa Mitsu crafted scripts scene by scene; if forced to compare, his old scripts were individual movies.

A movie has one plot, short runtime, and takes place in isolated settings.

But this script is vastly different!

If past scripts were movies, then this script is… a television series!

…

Huaguo, North City.

A luxury apartment near the famous North City University.

Wang Wen, the university’s youngest professor, pressed the electronic lock on his home door and stepped inside.

“So tired.”

Wang Wen placed his hand on his neck and twisted it.

After today’s lecture, he went to a bar to pick up girls—living his usual life—and felt exhausted.

The daily cycle of work left him with a faint sense of fatigue.

Humans are creatures of dissatisfaction; even standing at the highest point, they remain unsatisfied. Outsiders might see his life as prime target for the FFF Gang’s first kill, but he was not merely dissatisfied—he simply did not want this life.

Despite being a professor, Wang Wen was a devoted myth enthusiast.

He loved the ethereal nature of myths, their passion and fervor, and longed to live such a life.

For this reason, he had studied supernatural events extensively and admired Kamikawa Mitsu above all.

He glanced at the newspapers neatly arranged on the living room table, each marked with red circles around news stories—reports of supernatural events occurring globally, meticulously collected by him.

He planned to save enough money, quit his job, and travel the world to pursue his supernatural dream.

Most people only dream of the supernatural, indulging in daydreams—but Wang Wen was different. He was a doer, never just “dreaming big while lying in bed.”

If you truly have a dream, a true ideal, you must act—don’t just chatter endlessly.

This was Wang Wen’s motto.

“Huh? What’s this?”

Wang Wen stared at an object quietly placed beside the newspapers.

…

(PS: Sorry for the late update—I’ve been busy and forgot. My god!)