Chapter 982: Chapter 980: The Origin of the Film Crew
After last night’s sudden incident,
the film crew starting work today is no longer filled with the usual chatter but is instead unusually quiet. Everyone is efficiently working on their tasks to film the movie faster and release it earlier.
As long as the projected ’box office fund’ is reached, the entire crew will undergo a qualitative change, achieving the complete form of the Tenth Disaster, no longer being so pathetic.
Yi Chen and Lene also arrived at the photography studio on time,
Bandi Batol, the only lead who extended a helping hand last night, greeted them voluntarily. His injuries had mostly healed, except for the spiral-shaped scar on his chest, and his expression was no longer as simple and honest as before.
"Lorrian was taken away, right?"
"He left on his own."
"Indeed, there was no helping it... Truly a pity. When it comes down to it, it’s my fault. You don’t belong to the situation in the City of Evil, and I should have considered in advance that the subway station is also part of the underground, which might attract the Eighth Disaster’s arrival.
In the end, I couldn’t even carry out any effective blocking actions and was instantly defeated by the new... William.
Later on, I heard that Mr. Yi, in order to protect your companions, fought all the way from the crew’s entrance to the hotel, displaying a focus on slaughter far above the rest of us.
I want to compensate you for this. In the future, if you need any help within the crew, feel free to ask me.
Today is still your special show, so put on a good performance."
Filming began,
without Lorrian’s help to implant the Witch’s subconscious, Lene’s acting was not as good as before, but she still managed to complete the filming of "Act Two" after nine mistakes, thanks to the accumulated experience these days and the rehearsal last night.
Of course, Yi Chen’s performance remained impeccable.
In addition, with his impressive performance facing the Eighth Disaster last night, a few crew members even came to ask for his autograph after filming.
It’s not hard to understand. The murderers gathered here more or less have a psychological admiration for the strong. In the eyes of these few people, Yi Chen’s image of facing disaster head-on and decisively slaughtering with personal strength, ignoring authority, is what they dream of becoming.
Today was a bit different,
Yi Chen, upon receiving his boxed meal, just sent Lene back to the hotel first.
He intentionally stayed and sat on a bench in the rest area with the lead, Bandi. Of course, he wouldn’t eat the boxed meal; he gifted it to Bandi as a present.
"Mr. Yi is not used to eating this raw meat, seems to be a vegetarian murderer... We used to have quite a few vegetarians here, but gradually, they also transformed. I believe once you become true evil, you’ll get used to this delicacy.
Hehe~ Since you haven’t transformed yet, I’ll take on the task~"
While Bandi was enjoying his premium boxed meal, Yi Chen used the chance to ask some sensitive questions.
"The film crew’s base is huge, but it seems some areas aren’t used for filming."
"Of course, some warehouses and enclosures need space."
"Have you been to every part of the base?"
"Of course, I’ve been, I’m one of the top-ranking murderers in the crew. As a lead, I’m not usually restricted... But to say I’ve been everywhere, not quite.
The Dungeon where Miles’ mask is stored is off-limits to everyone."
"Not even the director?"
"Of course not."
"Who’s responsible for transporting the mask?"
"Just a bunch of zombies. When we gathered to build the theater initially, the weakest among us couldn’t resist the killer intent conveyed by the masks, and being rash and impulsive, were completely enslaved, purged of self-awareness, and tasked with transporting the mask back and forth."
"Did you gather because of the mask?"
"You could say so, but that’s not entirely accurate.
To be precise, it’s because the former Tenth Disaster was near death, his projected physical body and literary medium were completely destroyed, and the scattered evil thoughts were housed within the mask, falling to the depths of the plane.
Because of the constant emanation of murderous aura, we murderers felt it and eventually retrieved the mask.
Everyone is greedy, hoping to leverage this mask to squeeze into the ranks of ’Disasters’. But it wasn’t so simple. After all, the former will was still present.
He was willing to grant the mask to one of us, but with a stipulation: we must make several films with Michael Myers as the main character.
As long as the box office in the City of Evil reaches a certain number, the most suitable lead would be chosen as the heir, and the highest-grossing film would become the new literary medium.
Of course, others aren’t working for free. Everyone who participates in the film’s production will gain some disaster power, connecting us together, forming a real disaster as one crew.
By then, our ranking will surely advance.
Unexpected coincidences brought everyone together. We thought it would be difficult to get along with other murderers, but to our surprise, it’s unexpectedly harmonious, much more interesting than individual slaughters before."
Yi Chen didn’t expect to find out the crew’s essence so easily, but his thoughts were drawn away by another piece of information,
"The previous Tenth Disaster was severely injured? Physical body eradicated, literary medium destroyed... I spent some time over in the Divine Realm, so I roughly know that the birth of Evil is meant to counteract, or even specifically designed to eliminate gods.
A Disaster of the highest level cannot be killed by a god.
And yet can still die? Who did it?"
Bandi shook his head,
"No... it’s not the work of those pseudo-gods. We aren’t very clear either since the previous Tenth Disaster, Michael Myers, himself doesn’t willingly share much about it, only hints a little information.
His behavior was distinctive, like the crew, and he enjoyed confiding alone.
Due to inefficiency but needing massive slaughter, he rarely stayed in the City of Evil, instead conducting slaughter across different worlds on various planes at different times.
Perhaps the excessive slaughter accumulated to a certain amount, leading him to encounter some deep-layered death, accidentally opening a gate to death, with a Reaper living inside in the truest sense.
Completely different from the pseudo-gods above, with no divine status reaction at all.
After some deep-layered battles, the previous Tenth Disaster ended up like this, and the opponent seemed to be heavily injured and completely concealed."
"Reaper? No divine status? Any concrete description?"
"I really don’t know, according to the information conveyed by the mask, it says we’ll only be informed once someone fully inherits it."
Yi Chen was lost in thought, with two guesses revolving around the mysterious Reaper in his mind.
The first is the Hanging King, who granted him Death Divinity and Dead Sea Authority, long vanished.
The second is the First Dead Man in the depths of the Old World, casting everything aside, focused solely on pursuing deep layer death.
However, Yi Chen quickly negated the first guess.
Since clashing with actors wearing the mask earlier, he did visit the Hanging King’s former palace. If the previous Tenth Disaster was made such by the Hanging King, there certainly should have been intense emotional fluctuations in such an environment, but in reality, no such thing occurred.
’First Dead Man, the Eldest Son of the Evil Sun... After the Old World’s defeat, he immersed in the study of death, no longer overseeing the Original Tomb and the Knight Order.
Has the death depth reached even here now?
Or perhaps the Plague affects Evil much like Evil does to gods, exhibiting a restraining effect?’
With this thought, Yi Chen decided he ought to meet the mask in advance.
While Bandi, cheerfully finishing his two large bowls of boxed meals, was about to chat with Yi Chen next to him, the latter had already vanished from sight.