Fist of Imagination

The heavy snake-shaped sword fell from the air, and the semi-mechanical rattlesnake was shot by Director Muranishi's laser. Its S-shaped figure suddenly stretched into a painful straight line, and then fell to the ground feebly.

Oldman's expression cannot be clearly seen through the lens. He is half-crouched, one dagger pressed against the gallbladder of the cyborg rattlesnake, and the other dagger pressed against its energy furnace.

A large amount of red plasma and white lubricant gushed out from the wound of the semi-mechanical rattlesnake. It reluctantly raised its head and said in a hoarse voice that was hoarse for too long:

"Oldman, you are also the chosen one, why, why do you want to protect these false lives living in dreams, their lives are meaningless!

Their existence is just a waste of resources. As long as these false lives are completely killed and only the chosen ones remain in this world, we can usher in a new era! "

The power light on Oldman's head lit up with a steady red light. He raised the camera and looked at the sunset that had not completely set, and said:

"They are not false. This world is a place where the sun shines, and it should belong to everyone."

"Stop saying these childish beautiful words, are these short-lived species qualified to share the world with us chosen ones!

This dream has turned into the color of a ripe tomato. Even if I don't kill them, they will be destroyed in ten days. What you are guarding is worthless! "

“It’s just because it’s short, so we should cherish it.

If you want to destroy everything, let me witness everything and connect everything! "

Oldman plunged two military daggers into the cyborg rattlesnake's gallbladder and energy furnace, killing the crawling killer whose tail was stained with the blood of dream creatures.

White light flashed, and Oldman captured the moment the rattlesnake died.

He stood up and was about to talk to Director Muranishi next to him, but he suddenly froze in place.

On Oldman's camera, a small blue light that had never been on flashed rapidly.

The positioning module built into his head camera heated up rapidly, and the energy reserves in his body were consumed exponentially.

Ten seconds later, a long-lost voice sounded in Oldman's mind.

"Hey, hey, can you hear me?"

"I can... I can hear it, Brother Liang."

Oldman's voice trembled slightly.

"Brother, stay where you are. I have a way to take you out of this world this time. Wait a moment, I'll be there soon."

How to take me out of this world?

After hearing Liang De's words, the focal length of Oldman's lens involuntarily shortened, and everything in front of the lens became blurry.

"Ok, I see."

Oldman shook the camera vigorously to adjust the focus, concealing his inner excitement, and turned to Director Muranishi:

"Director Muranishi, the person I told you about is coming."

"that person?"

“The one who saved me from the cycle of despair and gave me wings, the one I’d been waiting for.”

"Yeah?"

Muranishi looked at his usually very calm partner and was surprised to find that this partner with a twelve-axis anti-shake design in his cervical spine was shaking nervously.

The short, stocky man patted Oldman on the shoulder and said in his trustworthy and gentle voice:

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Oldman. The story you and I shoot will definitely satisfy that person. This is a work that you and I have poured our entire lives into to complete. Whether it is in a fake world or a real world, it can be done A touching story!”

There was a strange charm in Muranishi's voice, which quickly calmed Oldman down.

"Director Muranishi, you are right. My whole life has been devoted to these stories. There is no better work than this."

Two people and two cameras waited quietly on the post-war street.

This dream city is just a scene of dusk repeated over and over again. Except for the cars and people on this street, there is no one anywhere else. Of course, there is no official armed force to deal with abnormal events in the city center.

The surviving people looked at them in fear, and an area where no one could approach appeared on the devastated streets.

The dusk glow suddenly flickered, and the clouds in the sky began to rotate and deform crazily like clothes in a drum washing machine. The fiery red glow mixed with the tile-blue sky looked like a strange drink being stirred.

The entire sky was shrinking violently towards the center, and the red sunset that had set halfway was pulled back by the shrinking sky.

Under everyone's horrified gaze, a man tore open the outer skin of the sunset from the inside and emerged from the sunset.

Liang De used the Golden Snake's Hard and Soft Technique to control the airflow and fall from the air, landing exactly next to Oldman and Cun Xi.

"Brother, I haven't seen you for a while. How is your dream travel vlog going?"

Oldman took out a USB flash drive from behind the camera head and handed it to Liang De, saying:

"Brother Liang, they are all here. I can't say whether it is good or not. You can see for yourself."

Inspired by Liang De's "The Soul of Sekigai", Oldman's Sakurajima translation accent naturally turned into Sekigai Mandarin. It sounded like a faint Taizi flavor, which made Mr. Liang feel very friendly.

"Okay, there's no rush now. Let's take a look when we get back. Is this your friend?"

Liang De looked up and down at the man in white underwear carrying the camera. He felt that compared to Oldman, this short and stocky man was more qualified to be called the Poacher.

No, he's not a demon stealer. This man's aura is too magnanimous... It's strange. Judging from his appearance, he is clearly a pervert who can see everything except the triangle area. Why does he have such a strong aura and look so upright!

"Brother Liang, this is director Cun Xi. He and I have traveled through hundreds of dreams together. These works were all shot under his guidance.

Director Muranishi's taste and imagination are far superior to mine, and his stories have a magical power that touches people's hearts. He..."

"Well, brother, let's talk about your friends later when you have time.

Let’s get back to the subject, I came here this time to have a job as an assistant for you, and I can take you out of here, but once you leave, you basically can’t come back.

The contract is here. You take a look at it first. If you agree, sign the contract. After signing the contract, I will take you away from the Dream of Essence. "

Oldman quickly read the contract and said:

"Brother Liang, I've finished watching it. In fact, director Muranishi is more suitable for this job than me. Please take him away. I still have things I want to do in the dream world."

"You don't want to leave?"

Liang De looked at Oldman in surprise. The man who wanted to leave the precarious dreamland and gain true freedom now actually wanted to give this opportunity to others?

Oldman was about to answer, but Director Muranishi shook his head and walked up to him and Liang De.

"Oldman-kun, no need, I won't leave here."

"Why?! Director Muranishi, the world outside is much broader than here. Your artistic dream will definitely be realized in this infinitely vast world!"

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