webnovelfull Chapter 379 The entertainment industry isn't about fighting and killing, it's all about in
Chapter 379 The entertainment industry isn't about fighting and killing, it's all about in
You can't even do wave operations?
Images uncontrollably surfaced in Chen You's mind.
The figure wearing a tight-fitting bodysuit, barefoot, dancing on a pole.
Chen You suddenly shook his head.
To be honest, if I really had to choose, I'd say Moon Arrow is more pleasing to the eye.
Chen You turned his gaze back to the list.
【TOP5: Thalos (Temple of Titans) - Firepower: 8,540,100】
【TOP8: Ouro (Shadow of Roman) - Firepower: 6,120,000】
Chen You's eye twitched twice.
great.
The top three powerhouses currently ranked in the Origin Realm are all present.
Is Thalos, that giant berserker from the Titan race, going to perform a chest-breaking stunt on stage?
And there's also Oro, the oracle of the Roman gods with a scale-like tattoo on his jaw, ready to perform divination on the spot?
Chen You raised his hand and pressed his throbbing temples.
These usually high-and-mighty god leaders and guild presidents have abandoned even the most basic dignity for a so-called reward worth 50,000 gold coins.
wrong.
Chen You's eyes narrowed.
When I posted this custom event, although it wasn't explicitly stated whether players could participate, it seemed like it was something for NPCs.
After all, this is just a system event.
There are other reasons behind the fact that ordinary players and NPCs are competing together on the leaderboard.
Furthermore, the Origin Realm has even created its own ranking system called "Firepower Value." Could it be that the underlying logic of the system has already been quietly linked to the fortune of civilization?
"tutor!"
Sander's mournful cry interrupted Chen You's thoughts.
The two-meter-tall, muscular woman was holding her head in her hands, staring at the screen with a look of utter despair.
"Over ninety million votes! Even those pointy-eared elves and gods, even newborn babies who can still nurse, voted! This is unfair! This is the hegemony of capital!"
Chen You looked at the City Lord of Cangxing City, who was wearing overalls and had his hair parted in the middle, and sighed.
He still had to take on this mess because of the follow-up materials needed for that legendary architectural blueprint.
"Lord, please calm down." Chen You walked to a long table in the center of the hall, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
"What do you think the talent show is selecting?"
Sander suddenly raised his head, clenched his fists, and the veins on his arms bulged.
"It's my talent! It's the singing, dancing, and rapping you taught me, mentor! It's the skill I honed through two and a half years of hard work!"
"wrong."
Chen You leaned back in his chair, his gaze deep and thoughtful.
"Talent shows are about selecting a persona, a story, and empathy."
Sander froze, his wild face filled with confusion.
"Character design? Story?"
Chen You nodded and began to draw upon his knowledge of the entertainment industry's toxic aspects, which he had been forced to acquire as a corporate slave on Earth.
"The reason why Moon Arrow has so many votes is because her race has a large number of people, and she has a large following among casual viewers. But you should know that the casual view is the most unstable."
Chen You said calmly, "Those elves who were forced to vote are not necessarily her die-hard fans."
"They will unfollow us or even turn against us at the slightest sign of trouble."
Sander didn't understand what "unfollowing and turning against" meant, but she was deeply shocked and nodded repeatedly.
"What you need to do is not to compete with her for basic votes, but to refine your approach."
Chen You stood up, walked to Sanda, and looked up at her.
"You need to create a beautiful, strong, and tragic character persona; you need to torment your fans."
"Abuse...fans?" Sander stammered.
"Yes." Chen You stretched out his hand and pointed to Sander's muscular chest.
"You, James Sand, Lord of Hidden Star City, bear the heavy responsibility of ensuring the prosperity of the entire city."
"Your ancestors only taught you to kill, but deep down you yearn for peace and to heal this ravaged Source World with art."
Sander's eyes lit up.
"Despite the opposition of the entire city's guards and the condemnation of the spirits of your ancestors, you resolutely put on this outfit and stepped onto the stage."
"You're not doing this for your own fame, you're doing it for the future of Hidden Star City!"
Chen You's voice rose an octave, echoing throughout the hall.
"You can't perform too perfectly on your first stage tomorrow night. You have to go on stage with your injury." Chen You began to lay out the specific tactics.
"Before going on stage, make yourself feel weak. When singing and dancing, pause for a moment and furrow your brow."
"You need to show the audience your resilience in enduring pain and persevering to complete the performance!"
Sander listened with great enthusiasm, his eyes reddening again.
"Mentor... I understand! I want them to see my soul!"
"Come on, let's do a hands-on demonstration." Chen You took two steps back. "Unbutton the top two buttons and show the scars you got from fighting monsters before."
"Don't look so fierce in your eyes. Look melancholy, with that broken feeling of 'the world doesn't understand me, but I still love this world.'"
Sander did as instructed, unbuttoning his shirt and trying to control his facial muscles.
The two-meter-tall man forced out an expression that was aggrieved, restrained, and even a little shy.
Chen You turned his back, pinched his thigh hard, and forced back the laughter that was about to come out of his mouth.
That's so damn cringeworthy!
"Very good, keep it up." Chen You turned around, his expression already cold and stern.
"Furthermore, as the chief examiner for this 'Star Source Voice' competition, I hold the final right to interpret the competition rules."
Sander's eyes widened suddenly, and his breathing became rapid.
"The initial stage performance depends not only on the firepower score, but also on the judges' weighted score and the audience interaction score." Chen You reached out and patted Sander's thick arm.
"Capital can manipulate the charts, but on my stage, art is the only standard."
Sander knelt down on one knee again with a thud.
"Mentor! Help me!"
Chen You reached out and put his hand on Sander's broad shoulder, trying to pull her up.
Not moving.
Chen You silently withdrew his hand, put it behind his back, and slightly raised his chin.
"Stand up! Art doesn't accept kneeling; it only accepts sweat."
Sander leaped up, casting Chen You entirely into shadow.
"Mentor, I'm not going to sleep anymore, I want to practice more! Please guide me through the night!" Sander clashed his fists together, the air surging through the hall.
Chen You took a deep breath, almost blurting out a curse.
Working all night? Working overtime?
He's now a super-rich tycoon in the Origin Realm, yet he's being forced by an NPC to stay up all night rehearsing for a show.
"Lord of the City." Chen You's tone turned cold as his gaze swept over Sander's overalls.
"Excessive fatigue can destroy your facial muscle control."
"Your facial expressions are worse than even the lowest-ranking snow dogs outside Cangxing City."
Sander immediately tensed up, not daring to utter a sound.
"However, since you call me mentor," Chen You walked to a bench on the side of the main hall and sat down, "I'll go through your basic movements with you again from the beginning."
You can add it, but only a tiny bit.
Sander nodded emphatically, turned around, and strode to the center of the hall.
She took a deep breath, her chest bulging, then suddenly turned around, assuming what she considered a very charming starting stance.
"Stop." Chen You raised his hand. "Are you planning to tear the judges in the audience apart?"
Sander stood frozen in place, his hands in a claw-like shape and his eyes flashing with malice.
"Where did the 'sense of brokenness' I just taught you go?" Chen You tapped the armrest of the bench.
"Put away your murderous aura and imagine yourself as a lone traveler searching for hope amidst the ruins."
"You're tired, but you can't give up."
Sander tried to regulate his breathing, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and squeezed his brows together.
"Yes, keep that brow." Chen You stood up and walked around Sander.
"Now, make a Wink."