It's Year 2025 & not only has the Earth technologically advanced but humans have advanced as well. A genetic gene has developed from all the supernatural encounters all around the world called 'Abilities.' The government has limited the usage of these Abilities from the public except for certain people who are involved in organizations.

Omiki Habana is searching for her older brother who went missing after he joined a Detective Agency called SYZYGY Agency. She knows he wouldn't just up and leave her with her alcoholic mother so she needs to find answers.

This leads her to the troublesome Detective Agency, Lunar Literature. Time to not only find answers but to ask some questions as well.

A big one would be: Why the hell did she become a clerk there!?

ᴡᴇʙɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ  © ᴋᴇʏᴏᴋᴀʜ / ᴋᴇʏᴏᴋᴀʜʜ__ [ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ/ᴛᴡɪᴛᴛᴇʀ]

being rewritten!

ᴡᴇʙɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ: ᴋᴇʏᴏᴋᴀʜ / ᴋᴇʏᴏᴋᴀʜʜ__ [ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ/ᴛᴡɪᴛᴛᴇʀ]

[WARNING]

»This book is for matures only. It contains psychological issues, profanities, mature contents, and rape. Bombs of typos, errors and unedited bs are included.  If you're insulted or negatively triggered by varying usage of the said categories, then please exit this book.«

Maxen Artega lost his memories after an incident three years ago. Life rolled on despite the blurry visions of a boy in his mind.

Suddenly, a man joined in on the picture, claiming to know him.

Julian Ryan Royce.

Weird occurrences started circulating around him. What started as a simple theory of losing small items, turned into a greater misdeed of possession, regret, and delusion on someone's part.

A girl who grew up with psychological abuse, must come to terms with her present reality. Other stories include the world that led up to the events of the two civil wars in That Time I Was Shot With A Guillotine Gun, And Lived To Tell The Tale. Reincarnation is actually a thing.

Some of these are a slightly different genre, called Magical Realism. Many of the later novellas I would write would be more like these stories, rather than my earliest novella.

Yama Shizuka: breadwinner, eldest child of the Yama family, model sibling, fitness enthusiast, feminist, foodie (since young), environmentalist, mythology lover, a hard egg to crack (says that psychology guy she met one evening).

Status: Single.

Age: 23.

Birthdate: March 11, 2027.

Description: Child like androgynous face, hourglass shaped physique, black wavy hair.

Remarkable feature: Freckles on her lower back.

Working at Tesda Corporation for three years and counting.

Income: Unknown.

Elementary: Graduated with honors.

High School: Graduated from the cream of the crop class.  

College: Graduated with a Double Degree in Linguistics and Literature with a Joint Degree in Psychology, also a scholar of Tesda Corporation.
Specialization: Women Studies, Nihongo, Spanish, English.

Masters: (loading)

Current Profession: Researcher (specializing in Literature and Culture).

Hidden Profession:  Writer, Artist of her own novel, musician of her own novel, lyricist of her own novel, IG model, Hacker (level unknown), Soldier (rank unknown).

Current Memberships: Psychological Endeavors (a research based website giving news on research), Elite Fitness, Netflix, Viu, Webnovel, etc. (others: unknown to the public and the government)

Mother: Kurosaki Shino
She was born from a social climber mother and a I don't want a daughter father.
Mother of four.
Divorced three times.
Psychological State: Normal (stressed)
Currently, a dependent of Yama Shizuka.

Father: Yama Satsuki
He was born out of wedlock
Second son of Yama Kaori who was the 7th child of the Yama household.
Psychological State: has Autism Spectrum Disorder
He never understood that he had a daughter, or so Shizuka thought. Whenever he met Shizuka, he would immediately deny any responsibility he has towards them.
Currently, a dependent of Yama Kaori

Siblings: Kurosaki Sakura, Kurosaki Keisuke, Kurosaki Chiori


Johari's Window of Yama Shizuka

Known to self: She believes herself to have been broken, dirtied, and molded by the vicissitudes of life.

Known by her and other people: She and many people know that she is an innocent and hard working professional. Very good with social relationships. Short-tempered, frank, glutton, sloth, but sincere.

Known by other people: Many people perceive her as a smart and promising individual.

Unknown: Psychologically driven on edge with a peculiar sense of the world. She feels she is weird when in reality she is just ahead of her time in terms of psychological understanding of self. She takes pride (even thinking she is a psychopath) of this but is unaware that in the future she will be tested to have one of the first cases of social disconnect, a case wherein her intelligence immediately debunks all sociological fallacies creating a social disruption with her experience and how others perceive these very experiences. However, these were masked by her psychological trauma and her persona.

Future inclinations: more research, write more novels, learn more languages, create more advance AI.

Currently apprehensive to: love, liars, hypocrites, psychologists, psychiatrists, conformists who force their ideals unto other people, federal government. 

***TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD, PROCEED WITH CAUTION***

Today is the birthday of our leading lady. Today marks the day she has unwittingly received her award and cash money for the book she wrote. Coincidentally, today was the day her depression hit an all time low. Today was another day she felt unfair of herself for hating the very same day her beloved sister was born. 

No, this isn't one of those stories with really annoying and bitchy sisters. After all, there are monsters far worse then what the fictional world speaks of, of man and woman.

Today was also the day her past self promised, "I promise I won't kill myself..." A promise she has been able to keep for the past 12 years and counting.

Coincidentally, today was also the day she realized that the newly acquired agent from Nebula had been observing her... in an alarmingly intense manner.

Good day to everyone reading or would be reading this novel. Yours Truly, Prime here. UPDATES: indefinite hiatus Specific Time: indefinite hiatus NUMBER OF CHAPTERS TO BE PUBLISHED: indefinite hiatus Hi guys, I'm sorry to inform you but I'll be undergoing an indefinite hiatus. My illness, cervical spondylosis has been flaring up because of COVID-19 not letting me get my therapy and check ups. I usually had therapy sessions four times a week for my neck problem before the pandemic. However, I haven't been getting the needed therapy sessions for so long that my neck problem started hurting again. I've been having migraines and vertigo episodes this week and I don't know if it will get better by next week or anytime soon since I can't even buy medicine as of the moment. I am currently jobless and my family has been helping me cope with the pandemic, but I didn't want them to send me to the hospital since there's a higher chance of being infected if I stay there while I'm this vulnerable. Also, my condition is already at the stage wherein they would be checking disks in my vertebrae, from here my neck might be operated on depending on the findings that the spine specialist sees. I was supposed to have this consultation and checks by April, but again, the lockdown happened. My physical therapist friends have been giving me pointers on how to at least lessen the pain, but of course my condition I wish my isn't as the worst case scenarios that they would inform me to be prepared of. I'm so sorry guys, I'll try to update as soon as I get better.

When Milo woke up inside the capsule, he quickly tapped the button to open it. His body didn't feel sore, and at first, it was hard to differentiate if he actually got out of the game. When Milo looked at the clock on the wall and noticed the time, he had realized it only been a few hours since he logged in. The sound of a running faucet came from the kitchen, so he went towards the sound. Leo had just finished filling a glass of water and was chugging it. As he was drinking, he noticed Milo and held up his hand, signaling him to wait a moment.

"Dude, it's been like two days. I had to refill your capsule with nutrients for you. Everyone was worried, but we figured you were in the middle of something important or enjoying the game." Leo quickly blurted out as he wiped his mouth free of water.

"Uh...what?" Milo said with a confused expression, "Two days? I just looked at the clock; it's only been a few hours.". Quickly, Milo opened his phone, and it was still the same day.

"Aahahaha, I'm fucking with you! Look at your ugly face!" Leo immediately laughed as he slapped his thigh before walking up to Milo, who was shaking his head.

Soon the sound of multiple capsules opening could be heard. Both Leo and Milo headed towards the gaming room and noticed everyone was hopping out of their capsules all at once.

"Damn, server maintenance..." Jason muttered as he instinctively brushed off his clothing.

Nick quickly agreed before complaining, "Well, the announcement didn't look too good. Something about applying some settings for the general public due to a large number of complaints."

Alex raised a brow questioning "What complaints?" before his younger brother Nathaniel who was on his phone, said, "Oi, check out the forums!". 

Quickly everyone gathered around Nathaniel to look at the phone screen, or they opened up it up on their phones. It was a post regarding that the game had felt too real, and many people complained about the dark and gruesome nature of the game. Thousands of comments were already posted, and there seemed to be various opinions. Some of the posters quickly refuted the people who said that the game was too gruesome, arguing that it was a game filled with supernatural monsters, and it should have been expected that the game would be gory. While it seemed some said that because of the realism and hardcore nature of the game, it could create psychological trauma. The most notable was the blue post that represented the admin's opinions.  

"The Atlas gaming cooperation would like to address the issue of the realism and nature of our game Althera. We understand that some people may be concerned about psychological trauma, and we will admit that it is a legitimate concern that we will address. When we developed Althera, our goal was to make it to where it felt as realistic as possible. We assure you that our game and capsule can not cause you any physical harm. For those who voiced their complaints that the game is too gory or extreme, we apologize, but this aspect will not change. In the world of Althera, we strictly follow the myths and legends of old. This doesn't mean we aren't willing to accommodate our players as we care deeply about our player base. Previously, we did not want to add things such as a user interface that displayed health and skills within your vision, but we're patching that in now as an option. This will allow and subliminally remind players that it's just a game. We urge players who feel uncomfortable to use the pain reduction setting if they feel like it's too much. For our hardcore players who wish to experience the game as realistically as possible, don't worry as the players who use the user interface and guided skill system will not have an advantage over you. Although they may have a user interface, the numbers are a rough estimate. While the guided skill system will be good at first, there is a limitation to it. If players can grasp the skills without system assistance...well, we don't want to ruin it, so we will let everyone figure that out for themselves. Thank you for playing Althera, and for those of you who do not like our decision, we're offering a full refund."

Both Henry and Abel seemed to finish reading before everyone else and fist-bumped each other while laughing.

"Ooooooo Atlas corporation just told the pansies to fuck off!" Henry blurted out.

"If you don't like it, then take your money back! Besides! You can see in the trailer and prologue that blood and gore are in the game." Abel said while nodding his head.

Milo was conflicted, he had experienced some gruesome things during his first session, and he could fully understand why some people had concerns. While the group chatted amongst themselves, Milo decided to speak up and share what happened to him in-game with the others. At first, everyone just nodded their heads, but by the time he finished his story, some of them looked skeptical as well.

"So...you're telling me...you were such a pansy you fainted...in-game?" Jason quickly teased as his sons laughed at their uncle.

Although Nick chuckled along with them, he realized some of the critical aspects and pointed them out. "So, in essence, fear plays a big part in how the game works. Not only, that unless it was some special event, but you could also even faint?"

The world of Althera (Al-ther- ra) is a VRMMORPG that combined the legends and myths around the world and made them come true. From werewolves, vampires, to angels, and demons. Players could become all types of supernatural beings that could rise to the top of the world.

Out of all of the supernatural beings, you could be, what would you be?!

"A vampire? Hell no! Ain't no sparkling here!"

"A werewolf? You can smell nuts if you want but not me!"

"Angels and demons!? Nope, too religious for me."

"A homunculus!? Those things from FMA!?"

"Sign me the hell up!"

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Guan Pipi felt like she could understand Director Zhang's attitude. Yesterday as she was leaving work, he had warned her repeatedly not to be late for the meeting, so in the end she'd committed the offence knowingly. Knowing she was in the wrong, she speedily fished out her tape recorder and notebook from her bag, expressed the appropriate apologies to the director, and moved quickly into the meeting room.

Everyone was smoking.

A huge air conditioner was blowing warm air, and the warm air and the smoke mixed together, making Pipi feel like she was sitting in a chimney.

The meeting had just started. The president announced the month's important news, the departments reported on the key topics and new columns, and the advertising department reported their income and expenditure.

"Last week, a highly-ranked student became enraged by family conflict and killed his own mother. We intend to send out a reporter to investigate the psychological pressure faced by today's university students. Aside from that, in order to participate in the "Top Ten Cultural Good News" at the end of the year, we have drafted five special topics and interviews to promote traditional culture, which are under discussion." Xie Huang, director of the Department of Political Affairs and Literature, looked at his notebook and spoke indifferently.

After muttering to himself for a moment, the director continued, "We'll take the investigation into psychological pressure slowly. Let's see what the judicial authorities have to say. If it's mental illness or a random accident, we'll be prohibited from talking about it. Perhaps if you do an investigation into psychological stress, we won't need to put this matter forward. I'll choose the topic for the news around the culture festival quickly, and aimt to get it in the paper by this weekend."

"Okay."

The president moved his attention to the Ministry of Industry and Trade.

Director Fang Nanhui immediately said: "The V3 railway is about to be completed. The reporters who follow the report are sleeping in the mountains. Could you consider giving a special subsidy to that hard-working group? Xiaowei is three months pregnant and spitting very badly. The mountain conditions are too bad. In my opinion, she should be transferred back to the Department of Political Affairs."

The president nodded: "The subsidy is no problem, but the share and the deputy directors will need to discuss the matter first. As for Xiaowei, you can tell her to return to the city today."

"She's having a pregnancy test today, so she's already back."

"Ah, then tell her she needn't return to the construction site."

The regular meeting was particularly long. Every mouth was talking non-stop, spitting smoke incessantly.

Pipi sat to one side, recording in shorthand and waiting for the end of the meeting.

Two and a half hours later, the president finally said: "We'll finish here today. Guan, you'll go and handle the record of the meeting. Send a record to every department."

Guan Pipi had a mouth full of promises, and suddenly there was a burst of disgust in her chest. In front of everyone, she covered her mouth with her hand and made a beeline for the bathroom.

Last month there had been an outbreak of hepatitis in the city, and it was said that it began at a breakfast booth on the street. Many citizens were in the habit of eating breakfast outside. Even if they used disposable chopsticks, hepatitis could still spread. Guan Pipi doubted that the meat dumplings she'd eaten for breakfast that morning weren't clean, but the soy milk was another issue. To put it briefly, she couldn't stop coughing, and she was continuously seeing stars. Her face went green, she put a hand on her stomach and, leaning on the wall for support, walked step by step to do as the editor had asked. 

However, unexpectedly, at the door of the office, she ran into her superior: editor-in-chief Du Wenguang.

"What's wrong? Are you unwell?" The editor-in-chief took care of the reporters, who were all unruly and harsh. Only someone even more harsh could control them. As such, Du Wenguang was usually steady and stern. He was not the type to waste words or laugh easily. Met by his concern, Guan Pipi was overwhelmed.

Guan Pi Pi is an amateur reporter. In spite of being pretty and kind, she often finds herself alone in the world. Because of that, Guan Pi Pi feels abandoned and hopeless. 

What she doesn’t realize is that she has been marked with an ancient curse that has been the cause of all of the misfortune in her life. 
Helan Jing is the Jade Master, a secretive cultural relic specialist whose face remains unseen to the public eye. Helan Jing is practically alien to people, but no one knows just how true that statement is--The Jade Master is actually a deity from another realm. 

When Helan Jing meets Guan Pi Pi, he becomes convinced that he can make her believe in love again. But for a man who lives his life in solitude, it might be tough to save a woman suffering from a supernatural, millennia-old curse.
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After a twenty-minute walk, Mérias and Sylos arrived the Meadow Inn. An uncomplicated but large two-story building. The guard turned to Sylos and was surprised to see that he looked less confident than before. "It can't be helped, he is quite young after all." Mérias silently thought. He had been impressed with Sylos' bearing and his response to Mirella especially. "We're here. You just have to give them your card." The guard laconically stated. "Thank you for everything. Have a good night sir Mérias." Sylos replied with a vacant expression. Mérias nodded after a pause and they soon parted ways.

Sylos handed in his customer card and was given two keys. One was to store his belongings and the other was for his room. Since he had no personal effects except what he had received from Camilla and Mirella, he made no use of the safe. He was given a small single room on the second floor. Lost in his inner world, much of his surroundings were non-existent to him as he headed for his room. 

He arrived on the second floor, lifelessly entered his room, locked the door, dropped his belongings and fell on his knees. Burning tears furiously ran down his face while he gritted his teeth to suppress the eruption of long-buried cries. He endured two hours of psychological agony before the mental and emotional pain subsided.

Sylos drew a deep breath, exhausted by the subjectively eternal turmoil. He exhaled slowly while trying to recover his equilibrium. Quieting his breath, he sluggishly closed his eyes. His muscles relaxed as he gathered his attention. He sat on his knees after taking off his pants and shirt, leaving only his underwear on. He went on to chase every lingering shadow of inner suffering with the lamp his awareness. He started sweating profusely while doing so. Each psychological knot he located inwardly was cut and every block was burned by the intensity of his concentration. Other traumas were as if branded deep within him and had to be healed by patience, courage and indomitable will. 

His sense of time had been severely warped during this process. After what felt like days and weeks, indecipherable golden inscriptions and symbols appeared on Sylos' upper body. They would have only been visible to very few in this Realm. They slightly gave off both light and warmth. They subtly transformed and were gradually projected into the atmosphere and floated around his upper body. At that moment, he opened his eyes. A golden glow had mixed with the sapphire-blue of his eyes. 

A mightily chaotic scene ensued. Thousands upon thousands of multicoloured symbols and letters were raging around Sylos' head. They bounced off each other and through the air at a blinding speed before coalescing into a homogeneous pale golden light. That light then entered his heart centre, gradually seeping through every fabric of his being and morphing with the very cells of his body. He again closed his eyes and focused on stabilizing this force within his body. Time became distorted once more until Sylos felt it had stopped.

He opened his eyes for a final time. "It is still night." He remarked. He had involuntarily said it out loud. His voice sounded very coarse. "Hrm!" He tried to clear his throat. He looked around his room but didn't find anything to drink. Instead of going to the dining hall, he decided to use this time to read.

There was a small desk underneath the window. He took out all the books in the bag and laid them out. He started with the Citizenry book, flicking through hundreds of pages in less than a minute. He followed it up with the law scrolls, effortlessly memorizing them. Then, he skimmed through books on the history of Vanerlos and Eurymia, culture, customs, practices, politics, relations with other nations, royalty, heritage, geography, language and literature and so on. After that, he leisurely checked the lists with tasks, jobs, quests, and missions. After he finished Lord Vaner's introduction letter, he laid down on the bed and closed his eyes. Concentrating once more.

Camilla of Roy fortuitously meets a  mysterious boy while patrolling the border of the King's Domain. Their fated meeting marks the beginning of a pivotal turn in the history of The Realm.

It's pretty late now, —for everyone else, not for her—she hasn't gone to sleep yet. She has too much artistic and creative sense that she stays awake most of the nights.

She often thinks in that way of rubbish thinking, just to feel better. Actually she knows that's not true. She can't sleep because she's got an insomnia. 

When she was in high school, she used to be one of those people who tends to fall asleep in the middle of a conversation. As a grown-up, she is someone who has a hard time trying to fall asleep at night. 

It's a waste of time to try to fall sleep so she does something —something to relax or something useful — during those hours. She reads. She paints. She writes. She listens to music, often classical and slow rock .

And, tonight, she feels like reading every bad critique review online. She was pretty sure that isn't making her relax. Instead, that's making her tense and making her more and more obsessed with that, with every passing minute.

She is even reading the tabloids. Normally, only literature sites and international news sites write about her works. And now the tabloids are writing about them—a lot are criticizing ruthlessly.

They've got on her nerves, and she's started muttering her feedbacks. 

"Woah...they think it's so easy to write a bestselling book!" Why don't they write themselves then?

"What?!The love scenes are as if written by a robot?!" What is so bad about robots? Robots are the best.

"What?! Hannah Lee seems to need an actual experience to write romance?!" No. She doesn't.

They are evening telling her what she should and shouldn't do in her personal life. What do they know? it is pretty absurd to date someone in real life to include a few romance parts in her books.

"I am a genius! I can make up theories about everything...including so-called love." Everything is about technique and structure. Love is a psychological trick.

Let's take a break for a minute, her mouth is getting dry for shouting her egoistic opinions consistently. She gets up to drink a glass of water.
 
Getting back, she continues to scroll through the tabloids. Out of the blue, a news suggestion pops up. She's already read the title unconsciously before trying to close the news.
The title is bolded and the font is huge. It says;

"A Certain Male Celebrity Running Along A Beach, Totally Naked!!!"

Tang En is already convinced that his sunglasses are amazing and have a cheating system that can be used in Hollywood!

This is also the basis of his layman, who dared to swear by his promise and vie with James Cameron for the post of director of the Titanic.

    Because when I turned on the sunglasses switch for the first time yesterday, I gave a novice gift package.

    "Stealing the contract" allowed him to successfully grab the director position from Cameron, and "mirror possession" is the confidence of his director!

    "The" mirror appendage "skill can be used to transfer the artist skills of any one person to another person in Hollywood. It is only valid for the duration of one movie. Each time the global box office accumulates more than US $ 1 billion, an additional reward will be given. Mirror Attachment 'Skill. "

    Don was also unambiguous, searching directly for James Cameron, the possession object-Donn Walker!

    "The mirror attachment is complete. During the production of" Titanic ", Don Walker will have the skills of production, director and actor of James Cameron."

    Tang En twisted his head and found There was nothing strange about his body, but he knew that his vision and ability had completely changed at this time.

    Especially that series of amazing thoughts and wild imagination are really shocking!

    Tang En took a look at Cameron's various skill values, and he was amazed, and he was indeed a world-class leader!

    There are more than 20 kinds of competencies under production. The five most important skills are production, market judgment, literary aesthetics, project evaluation and screenwriting.

    Tang En casually checked the skills of several major directors yesterday, and generally scored more than 70 points, even if his ability is outstanding.

    But the value of James Cameron is shocking.

    Production: 66

    Market judgment: 97

    Literature and art aesthetic: 83

    Project evaluation: 70

    Screenwriter: 89

    comprehensive scores, can reach 81 points!

    In particular, in market judgment, it reached a shocking 97 points, making Tang En's eyes straight. He researched for half a night yesterday and has never seen anyone who can exceed 90 in a certain item.

    James Cameron really deserves his reputation!

    Look at the director's five skills.

    Palm mirror: 91

    plot design: 83

    image thinking: 88

    guidance: 93

    camera: 95

    comprehensive score, 90 points!

    Tang En opened his eyes, served, and thoroughly!

    What is even more surprising is that among the attributes that are not important later, the artist, special effects, and sub-scores all exceed 90, which is an absolute talented director.

    As for the five major skills of the actor, expressiveness, relaxation, sense of realism, realism, and lines, Cameron's numerical values ​​are extremely poor, not to mention.

    Now Tang En inherits Cameron's ability, confidence is bursting!

    ...

    The crew, who took a day off after changing directors, finally started again.

    When the crew said that the new director was an unknown 18-year-old child, they were all shocked. When I heard that it was Donn Walker who was fired by Cameron, the expression was even more exciting.

    Especially the actress Kate Winslet and Down's friend George Paxton, feeling like a fire and ice.

    The crew normally started at 8 o'clock, but when Tang En appeared in the studio at 7:30, all the members arrived.

    "Everyone is here."

    Tang En concealed his excitement and showed a modest smile, waving at everyone.

    "Good director!"

    "Welcome the director."

    "Mr. Director, you are so young ..." There were

    mixed voices, and the flattering expression in the words permeated the whole studio.

    "Hey, Don ... Mr. Director."

    George Paxton glanced up with joy, his eyes glowed, and he looked down at Down, his expectations and excitement were difficult to hide, and he had deep scruples and flattery.

    His friend is a director!

    This is enough to make him show off in front of anyone!

    "Hi George, everything is the same, we are friends."

    Tang En patted him on the shoulder. On the set of "Titanic", George was his only friend.

    "Yes, yes, friend, hey, we are friends." George flushed with excitement and incoherent words.

    Tang En nodded. "George, do you want to change jobs?"

    George's tears were almost coming down. Excited choking, "Okay, okay, I listen to you!"

    Tang En nodded, his eyes glanced to the side, a bright smile on his face, but Kate, who could not hide · Winslet, faintly said: "From today, you will be my personal assistant, not the set assistant, but the director's assistant. The first task is to find out what happened that day. I want to see who wants to Framed me! "

    George was shocked, his face grim," Of course, that kind of villain, you mustn't let it go! "

    Tang En smiled with satisfaction and walked to Leonardo DiCaprio, looking With a handsome and handsome face, he smiled and said, "Leon, what's the state of rest for a day?"

    In the past, Tang En didn't even have the qualification to appear next to Leonardo, but now it is different. He is a director. Is the core of the whole movie!

    The salted fish turned over, and the superiority of the superior was naturally demonstrated.

    Leonardo didn't know Tang En at all. He only knew that the other party was a director. When he was surprised that the other party was young, he was inevitable nervous. He straightened his back and said, "Mr. Walker, I'm fine!"

    "Just call me Tang En. "

    Ten En smiled, and encouraged:" Keep working hard and make a good movie. "

    " Okay Mr. Walker ... Okay, Don. "

    Leonard smiled relaxedly and relieved his nervousness a lot.

    It seems that this new director is gentler than James Cameron, has a good personality, and should be easy to cooperate with, so there is no need to worry about being scolded every day.

    At this time, Down came to Kate Winslet, and swept her eyes, praising: "Kate, you are so beautiful today!"

    There is no doubt that Kate Winslet is the most nervous one in the whole set. See Tang go Come over, scared almost screamed, immediately reacted, a sweet smile popped out of Qiao's face, mentioning a pettiskirt, a medieval lady ceremony, "Thank you, Mr. Director."

    Tang En muted Unsmiling, teasing: "You're very deep into the play?"

    Kate Winslet's face turned white. Just now it was a subconscious action under panic. She quickly laughed and said, "Sorry, Mr. Director ..."

    Tang En waved his hand, She interrupted her politely, "Deep into the play, it means that you are deliberately deliberate, it is a good thing!" In a

    few words, Kate Winslet felt that sweat was coming out from her back, and her lips bited, but she didn't know what to do. Please him.

    That day, she was afraid of Tang En's grievances.

    Tang En was very calm and wanted everyone to get ready to start shooting.

    At this time, Jon Landau, one of Cameron's partners and one of the producers, suddenly stood up and said loudly, "Let's welcome Xiao Tang En to return to the crew. Now, let Tang Xiao En tell you a few words, everyone applaud "

    Tang En changed his face, and immediately released two sharp eyes.

    Little Tang En?

    He is now a director, and even a friend like George has to call him a director. What kind of onion is Jon Landau?

    Obviously, he was deliberately targeting!

    Mingzhe was a coax, but he mentioned "return to the crew" and "little Tang En" to embarrass him. Let him speak, not to mention, what is good is what it should be, if not, it will certainly affect his authority in the crew.

    Tang En gave a deep glance at Jon Landau, and the light and flint already understood why.

    Jon Landau is a friend of Cameron and a partner for many years. His move is obviously helping Cameron to grumble.

    It's just that Tang En didn't know whether it was his own claim or Cameron's intention behind it.

    In the spotlight, Tang En stepped on a high platform, looked around at everyone, and asked, "Ask everyone a

    question, let's make a movie, for what?" This absurd question made everyone stunned. Opening.

    Seeing some cold scenes, George hurriedly exclaimed: "For art, for faith, for humanity!"

    Tang En shook his head. "In such a sacred word, you should go and tell Jesus that this is a set, not a church." The

    crowd laughed.

    Suddenly, this young man standing at a height is not the innocence and tenderness of imagination, the sense of humor in the stable, it is clearly the temperament of a great director.

    Jon Landau sneered.

    He didn't believe that an eighteen-year-old child could manage such a big scene, not even Steve Spielberg of that year!

    Tang En went on to ask: "So let's say, it's tiring to make a movie, why do you come here to suffer?"

    "Why? Of course , you want to be a star!"

    The crowd is the most actor on the scene. This answer can be said to have broken this. Think of a large group.

    Even if Leonardo and Kate are willing to be tortured by Cameron, don't they want to be bigger stars and make more money?

    Tang En nodded his head slightly, gave the man a thumbs up, and said loudly, "Yes, just to be a star! This is our common dream!" After a

    pause, Tang En changed into a more tense tone. "You want to be a star, and you want to be the hottest and hottest star in Hollywood! And me? I am a director, and I want to be one of the best directors in the world!"

    "Tell me, we rely on What is it? "

    " Be loud, I can't hear it.

    What do we rely on to realize our dreams? " " What do we rely on? "

    With Tang En's continuous drumming and encouragement, the atmosphere like a pool of standing water finally became active, and it was originally scattered The sound of chaos is finally at this moment.

    "Movie!"

    "What is?"

    "Movie! '

    ' And then louder!"

    "Movie! Movies! Movies!"

    The studio, the atmosphere has finally reached a climax.

    More than a hundred people shouted in unison in this closed studio, magnificent and magnificent!

    Hundreds of people spoke in unison, sounding like a dragon roaring in the sea, as if even the roof of a house was toppled, and the earth was shaking.

    Where is this film set? Obviously the battlefield is about to start!

    James Cameron stood quietly watching, Rao was in a battle, but he couldn't help it.

    Who has no dream?

    Titanic is the only way for everyone present to realize their dreams!

    Only by making this movie can we move closer to our dreams!

    Cameron understood the deep meaning of Tang En, and when he looked at him, it was a little more complicated.

    Is he really only eighteen years old?

    Equally shocking is the old man Jon Landau, whose face is blue and white, and gloomy can drip water, sneering in his heart: "Boy, don't be too happy!"

BTS (Korean: Bangtan Sonyeondan), also known as the Bangtan Boys, is a seven-member South Korean boy band formed in Seoulin 2013. The septet co-writes and produces much of their output. Originally a hip hop group, their musical style has evolved to include a wide range of genres. Their lyrics, often focused on personal and social commentary, touch on the themes of mental health, troubles of school-age youth, loss, the journey towards loving oneself, and individualism. Their work features references to literature and psychological concepts and includes an alternative universe storyline. Popular for their live performances, the group have staged several world tours.

The group initially formed as teenagers under Big Hit Entertainment and released their debut single album, 2 Cool 4 Skool (2013). Subsequent work such as their first U.S. Billboard 200 entries The Most Beautiful Moment in Life, Part 2 (2015), The Most Beautiful Moment in Life: Young Forever(2016), and Wings (2016) helped establish BTS' reputation as a socially conscious group. Wingsbecame BTS' first album to sell one million copies in South Korea. By 2017, BTS crossed into the international music market, leading the Korean Wave into the United States and breaking numerous sales records, becoming the first Korean group to receive a certification by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) with their single "Mic Drop." The band is the first and only Korean act as of 2019 to top the U.S. Billboard 200 with their studio album Love Yourself: Tear (2018) and have since hit the top of the U.S. charts with their albums Love Yourself: Answer(2018) and Map of the Soul: Persona (2019), making BTS the first group since The Beatles to earn three number one albums in less than a year. Love Yourself: Answer also broke South Korea's Gaon Album Chart's all-time monthly record previously set by Love Yourself: Tear and became the first Korean album certified Gold in the United States.

Having sold over fourteen million albums, BTS are the best-selling artist in South Korea of all time, and hold the best-selling album in Korean historywith Map of the Soul: Persona. BTS were the second best-selling artists of 2018 worldwide according to the IFPI's Global Artist Chart, as well as the only non-English speaking artist to enter the chart. The group has won Top Social Artist three years in a row and Top Duo/Group at the 26th Billboard Music Awards. Featured on Time's international cover as "Next Generation Leaders," BTS has appeared in the magazine's 25 most influential people on the internet (2017–2019) and Time's 100 most influential people in the world(2019), with the outlet giving them the nickname 'Princes of Pop'. Forbes Korea named BTS the most influential celebrities of Korea in 2018, and BTS ranked 43rd in the Forbes Celebrity 100(2019) as one of the world's top-earning celebrities. BTS are worth more than $4.65 billion to South Korea's economy each year, attracting one in every 13 foreign tourists that visit the country, and are cited as one of the key acts boosting global music sales to $19 billion in 2018, a figure not seen since 2006 after digital purchases gained momentum.

Following their philanthropic efforts in their Love Myself anti-violence campaign in partnership with UNICEF, BTS addressed the United Nations 73rd General Assembly and became the youngest ever recipients of the Order of Cultural Merit from the President of South Korea due to their contributions in spreading Korean culture and language.
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