In another world, there was a movie theater.
Its tickets were cheap, and it offered all kinds of food and drinks for free. It was hailed as a shining model of excellence in the service industry.
A mysterious cultivator who killed without batting an eye cried out in disbelief: "Just who is this Frieza? Every move can destroy stars of such immense size! Truly terrifying!"
A puppet master who wished to remain anonymous angrily tossed the parts in his hand to the ground and stamped on them, cursing: "Puppets are trash! From today on, I'm building Gundams!"
A cold, handsome man declared: "I'd rather die, die outside, or jump into the Netherworld Cavern than watch even one episode of Chinese Paladin." Ten minutes later: "Hee hee, Chinese Paladin is so good!"
Someone causing trouble? No big deal. The theater's owner, Li Yan, silently pulled out all kinds of divine artifacts from movies and TV shows.
Come on, I dare you...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
