For everyone else, the explosive success of Ilvermorny was good news. The director fulfilled his dream of artistic creation, the mages used the film to promote magic, the actors and child actors had a great time, and audiences got to watch a good movie. It could be said that there were no losers.
Except Schiller.
Originally, Schiller had not really counted as a celebrity. At most, he had been an Internet influencer, and not even a top-tier one. His follower count on short-video platforms had only been third-rate, with few die-hard fans. Most people had simply been there for the spectacle.
The videos he usually made had revolved around superheroes. More accurately, most of his followers had actually been fans of other superheroes, while Schiller played the role of a camera, leading them through the details of superheroes' everyday lives. Once the variety show's popularity faded, his own fame had fallen sharply as well.
But this time, Schiller had made a complete comeback. More accurately, he had shed his identity as an Internet influencer and officially become a celebrity. He had not accumulated fans step by step, either; he had shot to fame overnight and parachuted directly into the ranks of first-tier stars.
It sounded pretty good. Acting paid quite well, after all. The main cast all had a share of the box office profits, and the income had left Schiller quite satisfied.
But being a celebrity was clearly not so easy. Paparazzi now surrounded Schiller's sanatorium twenty-four hours a day. Vehicles from every kind of media outlet came and went around the sanatorium, and even the entire neighborhood had become lively. Everyone wanted to photograph him.
Although being watched around the clock without any privacy was irritating, they had not broken the law. They had even gotten on well