Grinding Through Infinite Film Sets, Yet Everyone Thinks I'm a Big Shot

[Delusional misinterpretations: one-third comedy + one-third office drudgery + one-third delusional misinterpretations = Xiao Yi + Ling Mo]

On the surface, it’s an ordinary modern world. In secret, there’s a mysterious infinite-world System called “Cosmic Film Studio.” It doesn’t pull people into a dark space; instead, it directly casts participants in the “ultra-realistic immersive films” it produces, assigning them roles ranging from extras and supporting characters to villains. Each film is set in a perilous fantasy world, such as a cultivation realm, a post-apocalyptic world, a Western fantasy setting, or a paranormal world. Failure means losing “pay” (points). If your points reach zero, you’re “fired” for good (killed). Success earns points and “Acting Stars” (special rewards).

Ling Mo is a handsome man with a naturally expressionless face, almost no emotional fluctuations, and reactions that are always a beat too slow. People often mistake him for someone deep and inscrutable. On the inside, though, he’s bursting with thoughts and sarcastic commentary, with an inner monologue worthy of an Oscar. At heart, he’s just a homebody who wants to earn enough points to go home and lie flat, but his poker face and a series of coincidences have elevated him to godlike status.

The “Life of an Actor” System (which calls itself Xiao Yi) assigns “scripts” (missions), distributes rewards, and provides basic exchanges for skills, bloodlines, and items. It has no ulterior motives; it’s simply a tool for “Cosmic Film Studio” to select outstanding “employees.” It’s cheeky and adorable, a master of trash talk, and often complains that its Host is too weak, too cowardly, and too expressionless. The two constantly bicker in Ling Mo’s head.

P.S. This is my first attempt, so please go easy on me, my dear readers (♡(ӦvӦ｡)/ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ)