Chapter 303: Tonight

The annual blockbuster "Zone: Seal Broken" advance screening ticket costs only two spirit stones!

"Shilang~" Dada Liya tugged at Weigong Shilang's arm: "Can we watch the sixteenth episode again?"

"Liya… you've already watched it twice." Weigong Shilang glanced at the sky, feeling a headache: "The Enforcement Team is already here."

This theater was screening a bootleg version, yet Dada Liya never grew tired of it; to avoid spending all their time watching movies, Weigong Shilang had secretly reported this Sky Cave Cinema to the Enforcement Team for violating screening agreements by illegally showing bootlegs.

"Fine~~~"

Dada Liya wasn't disappointed at all—instead, she pulled Weigong Shilang's hand and cheerfully wandered through the movie merchandise exhibition.

After the movie's production, many merchandise items became popular among cultivators and extras; even NPCs like the revived beings from the Divine Tomb and the Nidhogg Clan hybrids developed interest in them after watching the film.

The Yuzhe Sect's monocle glasses, identical cultivation robes from the Supreme Sword Sect, pillows of Donghuang Taiyi, posters, cosplay outfits, matching attire and weapons for sword cultivators and holy maidens…

Also, the Seven Sins movie merchandise set co-licensed by Ye Zhetian Corporation, identical artifacts of the Ancient Heavenly Court's Imperial Guards, the Yan Emperor's identical alchemy furnace…

"Officially authorized by Mr. Guangming!" A cultivator pulled out a storage bag and placed over two hundred different outfits and designs of Mr. Guangming figurines on the shelf: "And there's a limited edition Fallen God—only 100 pieces!"

Su Lin, who knew what Fu Jianyong was thinking, checked the time and sent a message in the chat group.

"Scum! Trash!"

"Did you hear? The Yuzhe Sect's legendary quest has been cleared by the Dark Messiahs together." A cultivator with a monocle said to the male cultivator beside him: "Those who reached the final round now wake up as if they've lost their memories."

Come to think of it, no one actually paid to let Amon possess them…

He kept muttering under his breath, venting his inner satisfaction.

"Ling… he came over for a visit…" Archer's voice came through the link.

"Shilang, is there really such love between sword cultivators and holy maidens?" Fu Jianyong asked too: "After all, in reality, sword cultivators are the ones who willingly kiss their holy maidens."

Why is this list only a fraction of its original thickness? No wonder the watered-down posts on the forum daily hit new record lows.

"That Song Shuhang guy—he suddenly claimed he wanted an alliance, then ended up teaming up with Berserker's Master!"

In the following days, two elder Immortals with long-standing grudges even showed up; after paying the admission fee, both factions—from Immortals down to children barely entering cultivation or nearing death—let loose and fought a full-scale battle here…

"He's your summoned Servant—this time, you promised victory, and you promised he wouldn't vanish carelessly!" Weigong Shilang had his hands behind his back, grimly saying: "Because both he and Shilang are the weakest!"

He never imagined that even cultivators and sects from beyond Earth had received word; those not in seclusion were forcibly pulled into the Simulation Universe.

"Although the version of myself summoned doesn't have the seventeen Trial's artifacts, yet…"

Keles suddenly remembered Emperor Yufeng; once, he too had disciples, and as a provisional master, he couldn't just copy those people in the group—otherwise, it would be too weak for his disciples' growth.

"Calm down, Ling, that's not like your style."

"Yes, the tasks in this Simulation Universe are so templated—every mission has guaranteed victory." The monocle-wearing cultivator sighed: "I wonder what story will come after this clearance—will it be another love story like the Sword Tomb mission? Hahaha."

"You really shouldn't indulge him like this…" Fu Jianyong sighed, smiling: "I haven't seen Berserker these days."

"Here they are." Saber slid open the door, glanced at the visitor: "Ah, it's Ling. Come in. Shilang just left with Fu Jianyong Sefiel. I made dinner—wait a bit after you've eaten."

You never panic due to any sudden situation—you've already prepared multiple plans in advance.

"I went to exchange martial techniques with the strong ones from other worlds." Hera Fu Jianyong's terrifying face broke into a furious smile: "In the Simulation Universe, fighting with such abandon is quite enjoyable."

You turned a corner into a residential street, gazing at the narrow buildings with obvious traditional style, your expression solemn.

"Hmm, it's almost time to make dinner for Saber."

"No, I'm just curious why." Yuanbao Lin took several gems from her bag and placed them in her palm: "Based on your answer tonight, I'll decide whether to destroy you humanely or report you. Though using emotions to achieve goals fits a magus's style, I simply can't accept targeting a young boy."

"Wait, something's off…" Su Lin picked up the list and checked the cultivators who came from Keles's world: "How many of them arrived?!"

Then, he began settling accounts: the Divine Tomb fees from the Purple Gold Divine Dragon's staff, Song Shuhang's prop and set design fees, Ye Fan's expenses for entering his own backyard after the adventure, Lu Mingfei's low-quality Nidhogg Clan extra fees…

Hera Fu Jianyong raised his pinky finger, pointing to the line ahead: "Don't worry—I queued for you."

Especially during filming, he was assigned the role of a past phantom manifested by the Holy Grail, blocking an army in a forbidden magic canyon. Though it was a movie, the real battle against a massive army made him feel as if he'd returned to the wars of mythic times.

But considering this, in Group One of the Four Continents, for example, the Master of the Life Seal Mansion—many juniors originally came from various powerful factions, including sects hidden in the stars or secluded realms; plus, Su Lin had previously told everyone there was no need for secrecy: "Just come freely—no limit on numbers…"

"Really…?" The male cultivator's face flushed red as he looked up.

"Ah, it's Amon…"

"With that monster Master and his monster Servant, it's probably hard." Yuanbao Lin reached Weigong's mansion gate and said: "Still, Berserker's Master's word alone can't be fully trusted—Weigong shouldn't be that kind of person…"

Song Shuhang shuddered all over, trembled for a moment, then abruptly tore his gaze away.

The male cultivator sighed: "Is there really such love between sword cultivators and holy maidens?"

Hera Fu Jianyong paused, then smiled: "Thank you."

"Hmph." Archer chuckled: "You really are a good person, Ling."

"Worry not, Ling—I'll give him an explanation." Archer's voice held a touch of seriousness.

"Understood." Hera Fu Jianyong extended her hand, letting Weigong Shilang stand on her palm, lifting the large, heavy "Holy Maiden" onto her shoulder.

"The number increases every day…" Keles wiped sweat from his brow.

"So expensive!" Song Shuhang exclaimed—not because he couldn't afford it, but because Ye Zhetian Corporation's factory line produced these items for only 40 to 50 spirit stones a month; the merchandise here cost several months' wages for special participants.

"You think it's expensive? I think it's expensive too!" The chubby vendor glared at the well-off man in front: "These are official licensed products from the film studio!"

"Fine." Keles pretended not to hear what the other said—after all, he'd heard no one mention tax evasion before; obsessing over details wasn't good for his moral growth.

He even made a hefty profit.

"Of course I know." Yuanbao Lin suppressed her anger, bitterly saying: "It's not because I owed him a favor after being attacked by a Servant at school—only because he voluntarily proposed an alliance did I even bother with that guy!"

"Zone: Seal Broken?" You picked up the box, glanced at the CD cover, and asked: "What's this? A TV series?"

"Time to gather—let's go to Liyue for a banquet."

Slightly more serious now.

Yuanbao Lin stormed off with her bag, her gloomy expression unchanged since lunch break—she hadn't found Fu Jianyong since he skipped class.

Because Song Shuhang and Fu Jianyong were NPCs, to prevent players with abnormal thinking from triggering hidden quests, they underwent complex disguises.

I didn't know the Yuzhe Sect offered a 200-spirit-stone "Time Angel Possession" proxy service—just now, I nearly drew my sword.

"Berserker~" Weigong Shilang ran over, holding out a necklace to Berserker's huge hand: "This is for you!"

Considering that the world they were in was the same, before gathering everyone's opinions, I commissioned the cultivators of Group One of the Four Continents to produce various commemorative versions of "The Forbidden Zone: Seal Broken," and prepared to distribute them to crew members who had not participated in the film shoot, including group members.

The Dark Mr. riding a cow-cart with a long spear, the Dark Mr. dressed as an explorer, the Dark Mr. in imperial robes, the Dark Mr. with twin wings... outside that shop, there were only Dark Messengers; in some sense, it could even be called spiritual pollution.

"Berserker..." Song Shuhang fell silent; he sensed Dada Liya had more to say: "I won't let anyone hurt you."

"Is there nothing to do?"

"Huh? Isn't this the quest to find the ordinary doll of the Dark Mr. buried beneath the ruins of the Catastrophe City, above Eden?" the male cultivator exclaimed. "I heard the punishment is a limited-edition figurine unique to the entire universe."

On the right side, at a luxurious stall, numerous posters of Song Shuhang and Weigong Shilang, along with framed photos and standees, were displayed on two narrow, thick tables.

Previously, they had taken their respective sects into the simulated universe to indulge in wild spending.

"Does he still have to work overtime lately?"

A group of cultivators were queuing to buy related merchandise, since this was one of the few CPs in the film—the forbidden love across reincarnations had moved many viewers to tears.

Arriving at the living room, you glanced at the lavish meal on the table without expression, but after scanning the room, noticed a freshly opened box on the floor; you walked over and saw it was a Blu-ray disc.

But as he spoke those words, his gaze darted away, occasionally glancing at the cultivator beside him wearing a monocle.

The golden sun gradually tinted with a crimson hue; various marvels emerged—gods and demons clashed with weapons towering to heaven and earth; amidst blood and strange flames, dragon-script hymns echoed across the battlefield, singing of another world's mythology.

Archer's voice sounded in Tohsaka Rin's ear.

This time, I must become a reliable junior like Huangshan Zhenjun!

Ding dong!

"Is that so? I forgot~" Weigong Shilang glanced sideways, playing with a strand of white hair with his left index finger, dismissingly saying: "But the effect isn't bad, right? Look over here."

"Finally, it's all done." Su Lin looked at the Blu-ray disc, recording stone, divine shadow talisman, and film reels laid out on the table, placing them into different packaging boxes.

"That one, that one, and that one—pack them all up." Fu Jianyong's voice rang out.

"I've seen your movie too," Hera Fu Jianyong gazed at Fu Jianyong with admiration: "I doubt him—if there truly are people who would stop at nothing for the Holy Grail, even if you're not among them, I'll still protect you, even if the enemy is the entire world."

Song Shuhang sometimes admired Su Lin's dedication—he had assigned each of his dolls distinct clothing and makeup styles; such a person who focuses intensely on every task is truly impressive.

It looks like there are many CDs.

"Forget it, we'll settle up later—after the simulated universe shuts down, when we settle points and exchange penalties."

Eight figures stepped onto weapons that appeared out of thin air, walking along the Sword Path toward the floating island at the horizon's end.

Su Lin roughly calculated: this round trip...

He glanced at Song Shuhang.

"That lolicon!"

While Song Shuhang was daydreaming, Weigong Shilang had rushed to the back to do bulk shopping, while a tall figure in a white T-shirt stood in line ahead.

"Who knows?" The cultivator with the monocle smiled faintly; he didn't pay attention to the male cultivator, instead adjusted the monocle carved from crystal, and as he passed Song Shuhang and Weigong Shilang, grinned: "Maybe it's right beside you."

"Excuse me, Saber." Tohsaka Rin offered a graceful smile and stepped into the genkan.

"190 spirit stones." The vendor picked up a storage bag and handed it to Fu Jianyong.

"Idiot! What are you suddenly talking about?!" Song Shuhang's face turned bright red: "This is film shooting! And, in the end, it was you who suddenly kissed me! There was never any such scene originally!"

"I'll pay." Hera pulled out a storage bag and handed it to the vendor, then stepped aside to chat with Fu Jianyong: "How much have you earned from side jobs in the instances lately?"

"It's vacation time—let's go home for now."

This is the symbol of the Holy Grail in the Dark Church; inputting power activates a seventh-rank healing spell, and in darkness, it triggers the manifestation of the Holy Grail's projection.

"That's betrayal of an ally!" Tohsaka Rin shifted tone: "It may seem irrational for a mage, but I have a gut feeling you're hiding something from me—so I'll listen to your reason for now."

"The essence of myth and legend is pages that can be endlessly recreated."

"Don't cut in line!" Song Shuhang calmly walked forward, only to find the person in front of Weigong Shilang was Berserker.

As the dungeon boss, killing one cultivator yields one spirit stone—seems little, but the sheer number of cultivators rushing through the Forbidden Magic Zone dungeon adds up.

Items and spirit stones acquired from Nidhogg, Ye Zhetian Corporation, Infinite Fire Realm, and Liyue Immortal Court are piled in the Water Mirror Peak warehouse; as the organizer, Su Lin will, per prior agreement, collect a two-percent venue fee.

"I was thinking about auditing the taxes of these few shops... never mind." Su Lin shook his head, smiling brightly: "I just hope everyone's having fun, hahaha—Shuhang, help me distribute these to the crew."

"Su Lin junior, what are you thinking?" Kures saw Su Lin frowning and worried it was because too many people had come—after all, this was Su Lin's own world.