Broken! AI Card Drawing Really Draws Out My Wife
坏了!AI抽卡真抽出老婆了
by Divine Gold Dug Out by Gold Miners (黄金矿工挖出的神金)
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 4k Words
- Genre
- Danmei (BL)
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 3mo ago
- Source
- JJWXC
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Synopsis
Shen Yan died suddenly. During his lifetime, he was a talented storyboard artist for the martial arts open world "Ask the Sword". After his storyboarding, every frame can be cut out and used as wallpaper. The year the project was launched, a PV written by him was posted on the hot search for three days. Players burst into tears in the comment area, saying, "This is so special, it's called Jianghu." Then he died suddenly. He died in front of the 27-inch monitor, with the pressure-sensitive pen still in his hand, and the nine-square grid on the screen had not yet been modified to the last frame. Open your eyes again. Shen Yan was sitting in an ergonomic chair, with an unfamiliar monitor in front of him and an unfamiliar software interface on the screen. "Remaining points: 417" danced in the upper left corner, and a message popped up in the lower right corner—— [Zhou Yao: Hey, Xiao Shen, is this picture defective again? Shen Yan:? He looked down at his hands. Slender, with slightly convex joints, and light blue veins looming under the skin. It's his hand. But it's not his station. Not his project. Not his time. He was born again. He was reborn five years later, in the body of a comic AI card drawer with the same name and surname as him. [System: Ding - Congratulations to the host for activating the "Spring for Cows and Horses" system! It is detected that the host was an S-class painter in his previous life. This system will help you reach the top again in a new identity! Shen Yan:. [System: Current task: Use the AI card drawing system to generate the storyboard for the first episode of "Qingyun Road". Mission reward: Points +50. Shen Yan glanced at the screen. In the AI-generated picture, the character's hair spins, intersperses, and intertwines into a chaotic ball of yarn in violation of the laws of physics. The character's sword appears out of thin air in his left hand and disappears out of thin air in his right hand. The character's face is as delicate as a dummy, and his expression is so stiff that it could be used as a chopping board. Shen Yan was silent for three seconds. Then he picked up the pressure-sensitive pen. [System: Host, what do you want to do? Shen Yan: Edit the picture. System:? ? ? This is generated by AI, and according to regulations, it can only be drawn again——] Shen Yan: Whose rules? [System: Company's——] Shen Yan: Do you think I will care? [System:...] That day, Shen Yan used a pressure-sensitive pen to dismantle the messy hair and make it smooth and docile. He pressed the sword that disappeared out of thin air back into the character's hand. He put a subtle expression on his chopping block-like face, almost on the verge of tears. After he finished drawing, the whole office gathered around. Zhou Yao: "Damn it, how did you do that?!" Supervisor Lao Zhao: "This, is this the one drawn by the AI?" Shen Yan: Yeah. Lao Zhao: "How did you achieve such a level of cultivation?!" Shen Yan: I repaired it with a pen. Lao Zhao: "... I know you used a pen to repair, I mean - how do you know how to repair?!" Shen Yan thought for a while and found this question difficult to answer. You can't always say "I drew this in my previous life." So he said expressionlessly: Talent. [System: ... Host, you are pretending too hard. Shen Yan: Shut up. [System: OK. Word spread quickly. Within three days, the entire company knew that the new AI card draw master was a monster. Others rely on points and luck to draw cards, while he relies on a pen to draw cards. Others would admit defeat after doing the deeds, but he would forcefully repair them after the deeds. Others couldn't finish one set of shots in a whole day, but he took three sets in one afternoon, and each shot was ten orders of magnitude better than the original AI shot. A week later, the producer of the project "Qingyun Road" came in person. "Teacher Shen Yan," the producer rubbed his hands with a smile on his face, "we would like to ask you to be the storyboard director of this project. Of course, in terms of salary..." Shen Yan: I can't do it. Producer: "Huh? Why?" Shen Yan: Because you are using an AI card drawing system. I am only responsible for editing pictures. I won't touch the storyboards. Producer: "But you will obviously——" Shen Yan: No. Producer: "..." [System: Host, why did you refuse? In your previous life, you were an S-level storyboard artist. This is your chance to return to the top! Shen Yan closed the system pop-up window. He didn't want to do storyboards. It's not that I can't, it's that I don't want to. In his previous life, he spent his whole life working on storyboards. Every snowy night, every farewell, every frame captured and treasured by players, was all drawn by him stroke by stroke. Then he died. Die at the workstation, die in that precise storyboard frame that AI will never understand and the company will never care about. In this life, he just wants to be a card draw master. Edit pictures, catch fish, get off work on time, and live until retirement. [System: But host, your photo editing skills have been exposed...] Shen Yan:. [System: Do you think they will let a person who can create S-level graphics only be a card draw artist? Shen Yan didn't answer. Because he knows the system is right. In the conference room, the producer was still waiting for his answer. Shen Yan raised his head: "How do you calculate the overtime pay for the storyboard director?" The producer was stunned: "Overtime, overtime pay?" Shen Yan: Yeah. Producer: "Our company... Does not encourage overtime..." Shen Yan stood up. Producer: "Wait a minute! There is overtime pay! Yes! Double! No, triple!" Shen Yan sat back. [System: ... Host, are you so short of money? Shen Yan: Try dying suddenly because of overtime work in your last life. In this life, you open your eyes and find that your savings are zero and you still owe three months of rent. [System:...] [System: Sorry. Intention: There are thousands of algorithms in the world, but love cannot generate them