That day.
After returning to the East Continent Great World, Wenren Sheng was resting at home.
He closed his eyes and savored a trace of tranquility.
Until Zhao Han's panicked voice rang out. "Teacher, Jing Yun has caused huge trouble."
"Don't panic. The sky won't fall," Wenren Sheng said without opening his eyes.
"The sky really has fallen. She thought things had been boring lately, so she went to a world to film a movie for fun. Then she said their filming was too fake, so she started giving the Female Leads the ability to make real horror movies..." Zhao Han began recounting Jing Yun's recent prank.
Wenren Sheng pointed with one hand, and a real-time scene unfolded along with Zhao Han's narration...
In a modern urban world.
Jing Yun, the Female Lead of a certain film, sat in her spacious living room.
Exquisite paintings hung on the surrounding walls, expensive carpets covered the entire floor, and a lavish crystal chandelier dangled from the ceiling.
As an A-list actress, her life was now filled with luxury.
Yet amid this endless material indulgence, she felt an indescribable emptiness.
There were too many bootlickers, raising the threshold for her mental pleasure far too high.
It was all the bootlickers' fault, making her feel an unprecedented emptiness.
Afternoon sunlight streamed through gaps in the curtains and fell across Jing Yun's face.
Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes held a hint of weariness.
Though she lived without a care, the same luxurious routine day after day had become dull.
Filming movies was the same. She only had to show her face to earn heaps of money, so why bother studying acting?
"Does a life like this really mean anything?"
Jing Yun muttered to herself.
Her voice echoed through the empty living