Chapter 205: The Movie Saving Princess Hedi
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Chapter 205: The Movie Saving Princess Hedi
"How is the preparation for the Opera Expansion Plan progressing?"
Leaning back on his Blue-eyed fox fur sofa, the God of Death was just about to enjoy the anticipated surge of Source Essence when a thought suddenly crossed his mind, prompting him to ask.
Having realized the importance of "having what others lack," he naturally couldn’t rely solely on a few classic operas to firmly retain his audience.
He needed continuous updates, constant innovation—using novelty to maintain attraction.
Most importantly, he also had to guard against the Internet God’s plagiarism.
If the Internet God dared to copy, he would release one for every one copied. As long as he always stayed one step ahead, the dominance of his Opera House would remain unshaken!
Perhaps the God of Death didn’t yet fully grasp concepts like "first-mover advantage," "first impressions," "word-of-mouth effect," "brand effect," "network effect," or "maintenance costs."
But through observing the internet, he had already begun to vaguely understand.
By then, the Internet God might carve out a small slice of the market, but he would never shake the God of Death’s position.
Just as his Music Temple could never rival the Internet God’s Music Sanctuary.
"Your Majesty, since the Opera House went live, the Grand Duchy of Carey has been swept by opera fever! Followers have gathered in droves, and major opera academies can hardly meet the demand. To ensure the release of new productions in the Opera House, we have already recruited over five hundred writers and bards to begin scriptwriting. Releasing one new opera per day in the future will not be a problem."
Gustav, the Archbishop of the Grand Duchy of Carey, answered with utmost reverence, his eyes burning with fervor.
He had never imagined that the flourishing opera culture of the Grand Duchy of Carey would draw the gaze of the great God of Death.
Even more unimaginable was that the great God of Death would create something as miraculous as the Opera House.
This chain reaction had skyrocketed his own status!
After all, as the overseer of the Opera House, the resources he could command were nearly on par with those of a Subordinate God, bringing him immense benefits.
"Excellent!"
The God of Death nodded in satisfaction.
Opera was a luxury.
Only nobles freed from the struggle for basic survival could develop such extravagant theatrical performances.
He had sent people to investigate—across the multiverse, few domains had transcended survival needs to cultivate a thriving opera culture.
These domains also lay outside the Internet God’s preaching zones.
In places where opera flourished, he had either seized control through coercion, bribery, or outright annihilation.
Thus, even if the Internet God attempted to compete through differentiation in opera, the God of Death would still hold absolute dominance!
"Hmm?"
The God of Death suddenly frowned.
The expected flood of Source Essence had not arrived.
His Source Essence absorption rate had only risen slightly.
Had the Internet God made his move?
"Hum."
A faint ripple of magical fluctuations suddenly spread through the private chamber as a portal near the tea table silently activated.
Subordinate God Duke emerged from the portal, his expression grave.
"Your Majesty, urgent news from the internet—the Internet God has just launched a new feature," Duke reported solemnly.
"So it has come, as expected!"
The God of Death Sawyer wore a look of emotion on his face.
"I used a replication strategy to carve out half of the Internet God's domain, and now with the launch of the [Opera House], the Internet God must be both shocked and furious—though he might also burst into laughter and sigh, 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west!'"
Duke listened to Sawyer's musings with an awkward expression.
"Your Deathly Majesty, what the Internet God updated wasn’t... an opera."
"W-what? Not an opera?"
Before Duke could reply, Sawyer directly manipulated a wisp of Ghost energy to log into the internet.
Instantly, a virtual screen unfolded before him.
"Interconnected Film?"
Staring at the newly appeared icon on the internet homepage, Sawyer was stunned, a surge of absurdity and rage boiling within him.
After all, projecting his own mindset onto others, he had been certain the Internet God would inevitably copy his Opera House.
To prepare for this, he had expended tremendous effort, busying himself with elaborate schemes.
He had frantically seized opera performers, recruited bards, and even ruthlessly sabotaged opera houses across various domains—sparing no extreme measures.
Yet, after all that effort...
The Internet God hadn’t copied him at all!
This left the God of Death feeling as though he had punched cotton—utterly powerless.
And it stoked a furious, twisted anger within him!
The Internet God’s refusal to copy him, in his eyes, was nothing short of blatant mockery and contempt!
How could he not be enraged?
Fine, you’ve got guts!
Let’s see what this 'Interconnected Film' nonsense is all about.
With a cold sneer, Sawyer clicked on Interconnected Film.
The blank page displayed only a single image: a terrifying Undead Dragon looming over a graceful young woman.
The title of the image read: Saving Princess Hedi.
What the hell is this?
Sawyer clicked on the image again, and the movie synopsis on the secondary page nearly made him spit blood in fury.
"The evil Undead Lord, seeking the blood of a maiden to cultivate vile Black Magic, dispatched the Undead Dragon Chester to abduct Princess Hedi. In his grief and rage, the king issued a nationwide call for heroes, declaring: Whoever rescues the princess shall marry her and become the future king. Poor Boy Moses had once glimpsed the princess during her outing and fell deeply in love with her. For the sake of his beloved, he resolved to embark on a journey to save her..."
The sheer absurdity of the synopsis made Sawyer laugh in sheer exasperation.
"Internet God, oh Internet God, have you lost your mind in your fury? To produce something so idiotic—it’s downright laughable!"
Sawyer was no fool.
Though the synopsis spoke of an "Undead Lord," seemingly unrelated to him...
The problem was, in the entire multiverse, who else could be called the Undead Lord besides him?
This thinly veiled jab struck Sawyer as utterly childish!
Even weaker gods were more sophisticated than this!
After all, in the doctrines of some lesser deities, he, the God of Death, was outright depicted as a monstrous fiend who devoured ten thousand living souls daily.
Subordinate God Duke, observing Sawyer’s furious laughter, quietly let out a sigh of relief.
The last time Sawyer had flown into a rage, two elder subordinate gods had perished—a memory still fresh in his mind.
But now, it seemed the root of Sawyer’s previous fury had been the violation of the Dark Web’s core interests.
After the God of Death Sawyer finished his critique, he promptly clicked open this so-called "movie."
The six large characters—Saving Princess Hedi—floated into view on the screen before fading away.
Before anyone could take a closer look, a terrifying, glinting scale abruptly flashed across the frame!
As the camera pulled back, a desiccated yet imposing undead bone dragon could be seen flapping its wings, soaring across the darkened sky before descending into a towering palace ablaze with Soul Fire.
That was unmistakably the Glazed Mountain Divine Palace—the God of Death’s stronghold in the Underworld.
At this sight, the God of Death frowned.
Had the Internet God already infiltrated his Divine Palace?
Instinctively, he prepared to return to the Glazed Mountain Divine Palace. However, as the bone dragon in the video stepped inside the palace, his expression shifted to bewilderment once more.
Because the interior of the palace depicted in the film was utterly different from his own!
His Divine Palace boasted bone dragons coiled around pillars, divine patterns shimmering, and exquisite carvings adorning the stone walls.
But in the movie?
It was a ghastly, horrifying place—narrow corridors with walls entirely built from stacked skulls. As the bone dragon advanced, those skulls even turned their heads to stare at it.
Further inside, scenes of dismembered limbs and shattered remains were so grotesque they were nearly unbearable to witness!
This spectacle left the God of Death utterly dumbfounded by its sheer absurdity.
Even more outrageous, when the undead bone dragon in the film met the Undead Lord, the latter’s appearance bore a striking resemblance to the God of Death himself.
At this point, the God of Death could no longer stomach watching.
Especially when he saw the so-called Undead Lord solemnly ordering the bone dragon to collect the blood of virgins—he nearly laughed outright!
"I thought the Internet God had come up with something substantial! Turns out it’s just this ridiculous nonsense! Does he really think fabricating a fake magical illusion can defeat my Opera House and tarnish my reputation? What a pipe dream!"
The God of Death sneered in disdain.
Over thousands of years of trials, he had faced countless enemies who sought to slander him.
And the result?
He remained one of the exalted Five Great Righteous Gods!
Those weakling gods who banded together by exploiting the fear of his believers, smearing his image—they had all been crushed beneath his might, fleeing in defeat!
As for the commoners who once feared him, upon realizing he was nothing like the legends, they even grew to despise their former faith and ultimately rallied under the banner of his Church of the God of Death.
Power was the foundation of everything.
These flashy tricks were nothing more than childish games—utterly naive and laughable.
Subordinate God Duke, noticing that His Majesty seemed in decent spirits, cautiously reminded him:
"Your Majesty speaks wisely. However, those shortsighted commoners may not recognize the falseness of these absurd magical illusions! I’ve observed that since the launch of the Interconnected Film, viewership at the Opera House has already begun to decline."
The God of Death waved it off indifferently.
"Novelty always attracts attention—that’s only natural! I was initially worried the Internet God would plagiarize my operas, but who knew the fool would be this arrogant? Fine, this gives us more time to develop. Return and continue executing our original plan. Pay no mind to the Interconnected Film."
Compared to this sudden emergence of movies, the God of Death naturally placed greater trust in the well-established medium of opera.
"As you command!"
Subordinate God Duke bowed respectfully and withdrew, though a trace of unease flickered in his heart.
Was His Majesty’s judgment truly correct?
"How is the preparation for the Opera Expansion Plan progressing?"
Leaning back on his Blue-eyed fox fur sofa, the God of Death was just about to enjoy the anticipated surge of Source Essence when a thought suddenly crossed his mind, prompting him to ask.
Having realized the importance of "having what others lack," he naturally couldn’t rely solely on a few classic operas to firmly retain his audience.
He needed continuous updates, constant innovation—using novelty to maintain attraction.
Most importantly, he also had to guard against the Internet God’s plagiarism.
If the Internet God dared to copy, he would release one for every one copied. As long as he always stayed one step ahead, the dominance of his Opera House would remain unshaken!
Perhaps the God of Death didn’t yet fully grasp concepts like "first-mover advantage," "first impressions," "word-of-mouth effect," "brand effect," "network effect," or "maintenance costs."
But through observing the internet, he had already begun to vaguely understand.
By then, the Internet God might carve out a small slice of the market, but he would never shake the God of Death’s position.
Just as his Music Temple could never rival the Internet God’s Music Sanctuary.
"Your Majesty, since the Opera House went live, the Grand Duchy of Carey has been swept by opera fever! Followers have gathered in droves, and major opera academies can hardly meet the demand. To ensure the release of new productions in the Opera House, we have already recruited over five hundred writers and bards to begin scriptwriting. Releasing one new opera per day in the future will not be a problem."
Gustav, the Archbishop of the Grand Duchy of Carey, answered with utmost reverence, his eyes burning with fervor.
He had never imagined that the flourishing opera culture of the Grand Duchy of Carey would draw the gaze of the great God of Death.
Even more unimaginable was that the great God of Death would create something as miraculous as the Opera House.
This chain reaction had skyrocketed his own status!
After all, as the overseer of the Opera House, the resources he could command were nearly on par with those of a Subordinate God, bringing him immense benefits.
"Excellent!"
The God of Death nodded in satisfaction.
Opera was a luxury.
Only nobles freed from the struggle for basic survival could develop such extravagant theatrical performances.
He had sent people to investigate—across the multiverse, few domains had transcended survival needs to cultivate a thriving opera culture.
These domains also lay outside the Internet God’s preaching zones.
In places where opera flourished, he had either seized control through coercion, bribery, or outright annihilation.
Thus, even if the Internet God attempted to compete through differentiation in opera, the God of Death would still hold absolute dominance!
"Hmm?"
The God of Death suddenly frowned.
The expected flood of Source Essence had not arrived.
His Source Essence absorption rate had only risen slightly.
Had the Internet God made his move?
"Hum."
A faint ripple of magical fluctuations suddenly spread through the private chamber as a portal near the tea table silently activated.
Subordinate God Duke emerged from the portal, his expression grave.
"Your Majesty, urgent news from the internet—the Internet God has just launched a new feature," Duke reported solemnly.
"So it has come, as expected!"
The God of Death Sawyer wore a look of emotion on his face.
"I used a replication strategy to carve out half of the Internet God's domain, and now with the launch of the [Opera House], the Internet God must be both shocked and furious—though he might also burst into laughter and sigh, 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west!'"
Duke listened to Sawyer's musings with an awkward expression.
"Your Deathly Majesty, what the Internet God updated wasn’t... an opera."
"W-what? Not an opera?"
Before Duke could reply, Sawyer directly manipulated a wisp of Ghost energy to log into the internet.
Instantly, a virtual screen unfolded before him.
"Interconnected Film?"
Staring at the newly appeared icon on the internet homepage, Sawyer was stunned, a surge of absurdity and rage boiling within him.
After all, projecting his own mindset onto others, he had been certain the Internet God would inevitably copy his Opera House.
To prepare for this, he had expended tremendous effort, busying himself with elaborate schemes.
He had frantically seized opera performers, recruited bards, and even ruthlessly sabotaged opera houses across various domains—sparing no extreme measures.
Yet, after all that effort...
The Internet God hadn’t copied him at all!
This left the God of Death feeling as though he had punched cotton—utterly powerless.
And it stoked a furious, twisted anger within him!
The Internet God’s refusal to copy him, in his eyes, was nothing short of blatant mockery and contempt!
How could he not be enraged?
Fine, you’ve got guts!
Let’s see what this 'Interconnected Film' nonsense is all about.
With a cold sneer, Sawyer clicked on Interconnected Film.
The blank page displayed only a single image: a terrifying Undead Dragon looming over a graceful young woman.
The title of the image read: Saving Princess Hedi.
What the hell is this?
Sawyer clicked on the image again, and the movie synopsis on the secondary page nearly made him spit blood in fury.
"The evil Undead Lord, seeking the blood of a maiden to cultivate vile Black Magic, dispatched the Undead Dragon Chester to abduct Princess Hedi. In his grief and rage, the king issued a nationwide call for heroes, declaring: Whoever rescues the princess shall marry her and become the future king. Poor Boy Moses had once glimpsed the princess during her outing and fell deeply in love with her. For the sake of his beloved, he resolved to embark on a journey to save her..."
The sheer absurdity of the synopsis made Sawyer laugh in sheer exasperation.
"Internet God, oh Internet God, have you lost your mind in your fury? To produce something so idiotic—it’s downright laughable!"
Sawyer was no fool.
Though the synopsis spoke of an "Undead Lord," seemingly unrelated to him...
The problem was, in the entire multiverse, who else could be called the Undead Lord besides him?
This thinly veiled jab struck Sawyer as utterly childish!
Even weaker gods were more sophisticated than this!
After all, in the doctrines of some lesser deities, he, the God of Death, was outright depicted as a monstrous fiend who devoured ten thousand living souls daily.
Subordinate God Duke, observing Sawyer’s furious laughter, quietly let out a sigh of relief.
The last time Sawyer had flown into a rage, two elder subordinate gods had perished—a memory still fresh in his mind.
But now, it seemed the root of Sawyer’s previous fury had been the violation of the Dark Web’s core interests.
After the God of Death Sawyer finished his critique, he promptly clicked open this so-called "movie."
The six large characters—Saving Princess Hedi—floated into view on the screen before fading away.
Before anyone could take a closer look, a terrifying, glinting scale abruptly flashed across the frame!
As the camera pulled back, a desiccated yet imposing undead bone dragon could be seen flapping its wings, soaring across the darkened sky before descending into a towering palace ablaze with Soul Fire.
That was unmistakably the Glazed Mountain Divine Palace—the God of Death’s stronghold in the Underworld.
At this sight, the God of Death frowned.
Had the Internet God already infiltrated his Divine Palace?
Instinctively, he prepared to return to the Glazed Mountain Divine Palace. However, as the bone dragon in the video stepped inside the palace, his expression shifted to bewilderment once more.
Because the interior of the palace depicted in the film was utterly different from his own!
His Divine Palace boasted bone dragons coiled around pillars, divine patterns shimmering, and exquisite carvings adorning the stone walls.
But in the movie?
It was a ghastly, horrifying place—narrow corridors with walls entirely built from stacked skulls. As the bone dragon advanced, those skulls even turned their heads to stare at it.
Further inside, scenes of dismembered limbs and shattered remains were so grotesque they were nearly unbearable to witness!
This spectacle left the God of Death utterly dumbfounded by its sheer absurdity.
Even more outrageous, when the undead bone dragon in the film met the Undead Lord, the latter’s appearance bore a striking resemblance to the God of Death himself.
At this point, the God of Death could no longer stomach watching.
Especially when he saw the so-called Undead Lord solemnly ordering the bone dragon to collect the blood of virgins—he nearly laughed outright!
"I thought the Internet God had come up with something substantial! Turns out it’s just this ridiculous nonsense! Does he really think fabricating a fake magical illusion can defeat my Opera House and tarnish my reputation? What a pipe dream!"
The God of Death sneered in disdain.
Over thousands of years of trials, he had faced countless enemies who sought to slander him.
And the result?
He remained one of the exalted Five Great Righteous Gods!
Those weakling gods who banded together by exploiting the fear of his believers, smearing his image—they had all been crushed beneath his might, fleeing in defeat!
As for the commoners who once feared him, upon realizing he was nothing like the legends, they even grew to despise their former faith and ultimately rallied under the banner of his Church of the God of Death.
Power was the foundation of everything.
These flashy tricks were nothing more than childish games—utterly naive and laughable.
Subordinate God Duke, noticing that His Majesty seemed in decent spirits, cautiously reminded him:
"Your Majesty speaks wisely. However, those shortsighted commoners may not recognize the falseness of these absurd magical illusions! I’ve observed that since the launch of the Interconnected Film, viewership at the Opera House has already begun to decline."
The God of Death waved it off indifferently.
"Novelty always attracts attention—that’s only natural! I was initially worried the Internet God would plagiarize my operas, but who knew the fool would be this arrogant? Fine, this gives us more time to develop. Return and continue executing our original plan. Pay no mind to the Interconnected Film."
Compared to this sudden emergence of movies, the God of Death naturally placed greater trust in the well-established medium of opera.
"As you command!"
Subordinate God Duke bowed respectfully and withdrew, though a trace of unease flickered in his heart.
Was His Majesty’s judgment truly correct?
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