After transmigrating to the Primordial World, the System told me I was a film production assistant.
I screened a movie called Investiture of the Gods, and all of Chaoge erupted.
Lin Yan opened his eyes to find a jade disc in his hand. The System told him this was the set of the Investiture of the Gods movie, and that he was a production assistant responsible for screening films to make the audience feel more immersed.
So he really did screen one.
A vast screen unfurled above the streets of Chaoge: a nine-tailed fox slipping into human skin, King Zhou ordering Su Hu’s entire family killed, Bi Gan cutting out his exquisite seven-aperture heart… The people fell to their knees, crying, “The divine stone has shown its power!” A little boy watching Nezha began to glow with spiritual light. The System issued a warning: [Lingzhuzi Host awakening rate: 73%].
Only then did Lin Yan realize this wasn’t a film set. This was the real Primordial World. Every frame he screened wasn’t a movie. It was a prophecy.
Even more terrifying, he wasn’t the first production assistant. Someone had done the same thing during the Dragon-Han Tribulation and the Witch-Demon Tribulation, only to die in the calamities.
If he didn’t want to die, he had to rewrite the 3,650 names on the Investiture of the Gods. Nezha, Yang Jian, Daji, Wen Zhong… everyone’s fate was in his screening list.
“You think I’m making a movie? I’m rewriting the script of fate.”
