Lord of Entertainment-Chapter 271: It’s just fiction

(3rd Person POV)

Yoda clutched the script tightly, his eyes scanning the words with deep focus. Even with his mastery over emotions, he couldn't help but let a flicker of unease cross his face.

Arthur observed carefully, fully expecting this reaction.

It was inevitable.

If he wanted Yoda to be part of his Star Wars project, he needed him to know the script.

After a long pause, Yoda finally spoke.

"How... are you able to write this with such detail?"

His voice was calm, yet laced with something unspoken.

"I do not recall telling you certain things... and yet, in this script, you mention a name—Kenobi."

His sharp gaze locked onto Arthur.

"I know of Kenobi. From my world, he is real."

Arthur remained silent, allowing Yoda to continue.

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"In this story of yours, Kenobi is in hiding—an old Jedi Knight, a great warrior of the past, but one who falls at the hands of the villain, Darth Vader."

Yoda's grip on the script tightened.

He had so many questions.

"You have written my world in great detail. A vision of the future—one that I do not believe could have come simply from knowing small pieces of my life."

He took a slow breath, his voice carrying a rare sense of unease.

"The Jedi... nearly extinct. Hunted by the Sith Lord. The last hope is not a Jedi, not a trained warrior—but a mere farm boy."

His tone betrayed his discomfort.

Arthur sighed internally.

'Here we go...' he thought.

He knew Yoda would be full of questions, and he hadn't been wrong.

Yoda studied him carefully before speaking again.

"It seems to me, a prediction this is. A glimpse into the fate of my world."

Arthur chuckled, waving a hand dismissively.

"It's just fiction, Master Yoda. A story." His tone was relaxed, but his words were carefully chosen. "There's no way the Jedi would fall like that. And a farm boy saving the galaxy? That's pure fantasy."

He smiled slightly. "I was merely inspired by what little I know of your world."

Yoda continued to stare at him, unreadable.

Something wasn't right.

His instincts whispered to him—this script was no mere fabrication.

Something in the Force—even as faint as it was in this world—seemed to resonate with these words, as if the story Arthur had written was a prophecy in disguise.

Arthur leaned back slightly, his tone casual.

"You know I'm a filmmaker, don't you? I make movies to entertain the people of this world."

Yoda gave a slow nod.

He had already learned much about Arthur's work, about his film studio's rise to dominance.

The media even referred to this era as the "Golden Age of Hellfire", given how unstoppable his studio had become, forcing other studios to merely follow in his wake.

Arthur continued smoothly.

"I just find your world intriguing, that's all. So different from mine. That's why I thought it would make an excellent story for a film."

He paused, then offered Yoda a direct look.

"And I'd like you to be part of it. To advise me in making it as authentic as possible."

Yoda remained silent.

On the surface, Arthur's reasoning was sound. Logical.

And yet...

His fingers brushed over the script again.

Something about it felt different.

He could still sense a faint connection to his original world through the Force—so faint it was almost imperceptible.

And within that connection, something stirred—as if the Force itself was whispering to him.

Telling him that this script was not merely a story.

But a prophecy.

However, Yoda couldn't be certain.

And at the same time, there were too many questions.

How was Arthur able to predict the fate of his world so accurately?

Could it truly be just a coincidence—a work of fiction Arthur wanted to create?

Was the faint, almost imperceptible connection to his original world simply playing tricks on him, making him see prophecy where there was none?

Yet, at the same time, it wasn't impossible for Arthur to have some insight into his world's destiny.

After all, Arthur had somehow summoned him—plucking him from his galaxy, his time, his reality—and bringing him into this strange new world.

If Arthur could do that, then perhaps foreseeing another world's future wasn't out of the question.

The only way to know for sure was to return one day and see whether what was written in this script would come true.

Arthur, meanwhile, carefully observed Yoda's expression.

But as expected, the Jedi Master was unreadable.

With his control over emotions, Yoda revealed nothing.

Arthur cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"So... what do you think?" He leaned forward slightly. "While you're meditating and learning about this world's Force, you can also keep yourself busy with this movie project."

Yoda had other things on his mind.

He had originally come here to discuss whether or not he would share his knowledge with Arthur's people.

And now, it was time to give his answer.

"Before I speak on your request, an answer, I must give, to a matter I came here for."

Arthur nodded, eager to hear his decision.

Then, to his pleasant surprise, Yoda finally spoke.

"Agree, I do, to teaching your people. However..." His wise eyes narrowed. "Assurance, I seek. That my knowledge—misused, it shall not be."

Arthur leaned forward slightly, intrigued. "An assurance?"

"Yes." Yoda's tone was calm yet firm. "Learned of a special contract, I have. A binding pact, enforced by magic. Terms, we shall set, and bound by them, you will be."

Arthur raised an eyebrow.

"So, you want us to make an official contract? Something to guarantee I won't use your teachings for the wrong reasons?"

Yoda nodded. "More than that, I want your people to sign as well. Commit, they must, to using knowledge wisely."

Arthur considered this carefully, rubbing his chin.

It was a reasonable request.

And honestly? He had no intention of using Yoda's knowledge for anything malicious to begin with.

After a moment, he nodded. "Of course."

Yoda then added, "But first, learn magic, I must. The contract—requires a signature of magic, yes? The Force, it is not. Useless for this, my power is."

Arthur wasn't surprised at how much Yoda had already learned about the world in just two days.

For him to have already discovered the existence of magical contracts, and even understand their requirements—it only further proved the depth of his intelligence.

This was why he was a Grand Jedi Master.

Arthur smiled slightly. "That can be arranged."

Yoda gave a small nod before returning to the matter at hand.

"And now... about your request. To join your movie project."

Arthur straightened slightly.

"See no reason why not, I do." Yoda said simply. "Perhaps, broaden the minds of this world, it will. Life beyond this planet, they must come to know."

Arthur let out a small sigh of relief, pleased with the answer.

Not only had Yoda agreed to share his knowledge, but he had also agreed to become part of the project.

Afterwards, Yoda left.

But the truth was—he hadn't agreed to the film just to educate the world about planets and galaxies.

A small part of him was curious.

Curious to see how Arthur would bring this vision to life—and more importantly, curious to witness whether this so-called fiction would truly become reality.