Video Game Tycoon in Tokyo - Chapter 1008: A New Type of Movie?

When I was 15-years-old, during the year that I graduated from middle school, my father told me this.

Gu Qing traveled to the Marvel world, activated the dimensional doll system, and obtained powerful dolls from other worlds.

Summoning Ghost Dance at the start? Wu Miserable and Twelve Ghost Moon.

But this is just the beginning.

The Witch Cult, the Penglei family, the Ten Blades, the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, Akatsuki, Godzilla, the Land of Light…

I don’t know since when, there has been one behind-the-scenes gesture after another in the Marvel world.

The world is dominated by movies, supplemented by comics.

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- Description from novelbuddy

Lin Yu finds himself transported to the world of Honkai: Star Rail.Equipped with a divine mobile game development system, his first project is creating “Honkai: Star Rail.”Soon, his game captures the attention of the entire universe.As players reach the Cocolia boss battle, the song ‘Wildfire’ begins playing.“Woah?! This is a turn-based game; how dare you make it so intense!”“The moment this music kicked in, I felt like I was about to take down an Aeon!”Progressing further, they encounter Dan Heng’s sea-parting scene.“I thought ‘Wildfire’ was intense enough, but there’s even more fire here!”“Dan Heng, still denying you’re Imbibitor Lunae? Now you’re a five-star limited character!”Arriving at Penacony:“Huh? Have you listened to ‘WHITE NIGHT’?”“Acheron’s power has been tested – fellow gamers, feel free to pull for her!”“Duke Inferno: Children, this isn’t funny.”“Before experiencing the story: Aventu**ne? Just another profit-driven fraud! After the storyline: May the Mother Goddess thrice close her eyes upon thee…”“What Aventu**ne?! He’s clearly my unfortunate yet loyal bro!”

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.