Lord of Entertainment-Chapter 263: Web

(3rd Person POV)

The launch of Hellfire Web may not have taken the world by storm like The Two Towers, but in the Horn Kingdom, it was already capturing attention.

One person particularly shocked by its features was Kate Williams—a financial journalist who had stumbled upon its capabilities purely by chance.

Kate, a striking human woman with blonde hair and scarlet eyes, sat in her apartment, staring at her newly purchased computer.

Her fingers scrolled through Forbes . hell, but her mind still struggled to comprehend what she was seeing.

She had never encountered anything like this before.

A device that could instantly display the latest news—not just from earlier in the day, but updated every few minutes?

It was unbelievable.

Throughout her life—even as a rich young lady raised in a wealthy family back in the Aztec Kingdom—she had never seen an artifact or device even remotely similar to this computer.

A month ago, she had graduated from Aztec University and traveled to Horn Kingdom for an internship as a financial journalist.

She had purchased the computer only because it was required for her job, along with a subscription to Hellfire Telecommunications.

At the time, she had thought it was just a convenient tool—helpful for communicating over long distances.

But with the arrival of Hellfire Browser, she now realized—

It was so much more.

Her eyes stayed fixed on the screen, her voice a breathless murmur.

"What kind of magic could do this?"

The glowing display before her showed the latest Forbes news report, constantly refreshing in real-time.

She had seen enchantments that displayed moving images before, but nothing this complex or interactive.

Curious, she clicked over to Hellbook . hell, following the instructions to create an account.

Within moments, a feed of messages appeared before her—words from complete strangers.

Her gaze landed on a post.

"What in the nine hells is this? I can actually see people's thoughts here." — Boro_00

Kate's brows lifted in surprise.

She continued reading.

A second post appeared, featuring a blurry image, followed by a cheerful caption—

"Hello everyone!"

Her eyes widened.

Someone actually posted a picture?

More messages followed beneath it—

"Guys, how do you upload photos?" someone asked.

Kate leaned forward, her curiosity piqued.

She couldn't help herself—she continued scrolling, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, tempted to post something herself.

Her heart raced with excitement.

This was something entirely new.

But at the same time—

How does this even work?

Her gaze drifted toward a thin cable plugged into the side of her computer.

On impulse, she reached out and pulled it free.

The moment she did—

The Hellbook page flickered before abruptly switching to a message:

"Webpage unable to load. Your computer is offline."

Beneath the message, another line appeared—one that made no sense to her.

"Check your internet connection and troubleshoot."

Kate stared at the screen, her mind spinning.

This was clearly beyond her understanding.

The term "internet" was entirely new to her.

As she stared at the cable in her hand, a realization dawned on her—

This wire...

It was the key to accessing the strange "websites", to connecting with others, to reading news and messages instantly from anywhere.

All one needed was a computer and a subscription to Hellfire Telecommunications.

Kate slowly stroked her chin, her mind racing.

She muttered under her breath, "This is... actually incredible."

Still deep in thought, she plugged the cable back in.

The connection returned instantly.

The Hellbook page reloaded, and with a few clicks, she navigated back to Forbes.hell and Hellfire News.

Then, as she scanned the headlines, a sudden realization hit her like a lightning bolt.

Her breath caught.

"Wait... is Arthur trying to replace the newspaper business with this?"

A chill ran down her spine.

If that was truly his plan, then it was more than just possible—it was inevitable.

The entire journalism industry could change forever.

And if that happened—

She could be out of a job.

Unless...

Unless she became a journalist for Forbes.hell.

Kate wasn't the only one who had this revelation.

Across the Horn Kingdom, others who had discovered Hellfire Browser began to realize the implications of what Arthur had created.

By the next day, a handful of newspapers cautiously reported on the Hellfire Browser, covering its features and potential impact.

However—

The majority of newspapers chose to ignore it entirely, instead focusing their front pages on the record-breaking box office success of The Two Towers.

For now, they pretended Hellfire Browser wasn't a threat.

But deep down, some of them already knew—

It was only a matter of time.

***

Days passed, and the Hellfire Web's functionality—or more specifically, the Hellfire Browser—began to gain traction among thousands of computer users in the Horn Kingdom.

It wasn't widely recognized as "Hellfire Web"—instead, it was simply seen as a new way to access information, much like how a person would turn to books, newspapers, or libraries to find what they needed.

However, the Hellfire Browser itself was drawing the most attention, quickly becoming a household tool.

At the same time, Hellbook.hell was exploding in popularity.

With thousands of new posts being made daily, it was becoming impossible for the newspaper industry to ignore its presence.

Though many traditional publishers still tried to dismiss it as a passing trend, they were beginning to see the inevitable.

The reality was already reflecting in the stock market—newspaper company stocks were declining as more and more people discovered the Hellfire Browser and its instant access to news and discussion.

Fortunately for them, the threat wasn't immediate, as the unstoppable dominance of The Two Towers continued to overshadow everything else.

And with good reason—

The box office earnings of The Two Towers had just reached $780 million.

At this point, people worldwide were already predicting the inevitable—

The $1 billion mark was within reach.

A milestone that had never before been achieved in film history.

"Will The Two Towers Be the First Billion-Dollar Movie?"

"Box Office Continues to Climb: A Historic Moment in Cinema Awaits!"

"Arthur Pendragon's Masterpiece Nears Record-Breaking Milestone!"

And sure enough, after just three weeks in theaters, it happened—

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The Two Towers officially crossed the $1 billion mark.

The world erupted in excitement.

It became the topic of conversations everywhere—

And in a certain bustling café, a group of dwarves loudly debated the insanity of it all.

"Damn it! Earning even a hundred dollars is already hard enough, and that goddamn movie made a billion!" one dwarf shouted, slamming his hand on the table.

Another dwarf, equally frustrated, threw up his hands. "And in just three weeks! Three damn weeks! Even if I worked my whole life, I wouldn't come close to that amount!"

A third dwarf scoffed. "That exiled demon prince is just lucky."

But another shook his head. "Luck? He's been making massive profits for years now. You don't hit a billion just by being lucky."

Unbeknownst to them, someone nearby had been listening carefully.

A hooded figure sat in the corner, stirring his coffee slowly, his eyes gleaming like a whirling black hole.

It was the High Arbiter.

He watched the dwarves for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle.

"I've seen enough..." he murmured, lifting his cup for a sip.

He swirled the liquid inside, his mind deep in thought.

"After observing for quite some time now, I can see why the Four Race representatives want to abandon the Global Currency."

As he mused to himself, a dark figure materialized beside him—its form distorted, shifting like a living shadow.

The High Arbiter turned slightly, acknowledging the presence without surprise.

"Shadow Elder."

The shifting mass morphed into the form of an elf, his dark skin and sharp, pointed ears setting him apart from most of his kind. His green eyes held a depth like an endless forest, and his wavy, curling hair resembled leaves rustling in the wind.

No one in the café seemed to notice his sudden appearance.

The elf bowed slightly. "High Arbiter."

The High Arbiter smirked, setting his cup down.

"Have you had enough time amusing yourself with that exiled demon prince?" the Shadow Elder asked, his deep voice laced with curiosity.

The High Arbiter chuckled. "Amusing myself? You're not entirely wrong."

He leaned back in his chair, thoughtfully tapping the rim of his cup.

"I must admit... I've grown quite interested in his films, and more importantly, his devices—computers, barcodes... fascinating inventions. They're almost purely mechanical, barely relying on magic at all."

His grin widened slightly.

"It's as if they belong to another world."

The Shadow Elder raised an eyebrow. "Are you suggesting he was influenced by a Spiritual Being from the Spirit Realm? Or an Unknown Entity from beyond?"

The High Arbiter's gaze flickered. "I don't think so."

He tapped his fingers against the table. "There's no sign of divine or supernatural intervention in his work. No traces of high-level power guiding his actions."

The Shadow Elder's expression darkened. "Then how do you explain everything he has accomplished?"

He leaned forward slightly, voice turning sharp.

"Especially The Lord of the Rings. Isn't it eerily similar to the legend of the Ancient Rings? A powerful ring with the power to rule over all and make its wielder like a god?"

The High Arbiter nodded slowly.

"I noticed that, too... And the question remains—"

His eyes darkened with intrigue.

"How does Arthur Pendragon know about the Ancient Rings?"

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