"How could there not be? Didn't Mysterio, the villain in Spider-Man: Far From Home, fight with special effects?"
Andrew spoke with complete confidence. Then, rubbing his chin, he said, "Uh, there's definitely no problem with the special effects on my side, but the special effects on my disciples' side seem a little lacking, don't they? Without special effects, it feels nine streets worse."
"Boss, don't you think you've gone a little off track? Is special effects what battles are about?"
Alice said speechlessly, while Andrew replied as if it were only natural, "Who watches movies without special effects? Wouldn't it be better to just watch TV at home or use a computer?
"The reason people go to theaters is to see top-tier special effects, isn't it? Marvel movies don't have any damn depth. Everyone goes to see the special effects.
"It can't possibly be because they want to watch the fairy tale where aliens invade New York and not a single New Yorker dies, right?"
Alice was speechless. "Boss, this is reality, not a movie."
"How do you know it isn't? This is a Script written by Wade. Anything could happen."
Andrew smiled and said, "Since we can't see what's absurd about it for now, we'll create something absurd ourselves. At the very least, we can test the will of the Heavenly Dao.
"If we can mess around like this and everything still goes smoothly, it means this world's will of the Heavenly Dao has gone insane."
"Oh."
Alice understood. Boss's actions carried deeper meaning. He definitely wasn't messing around because of Bad Taste. As expected of such a scheming old bastard.
"Now, let's think about the special effects."
Andrew rubbed his chin. A moment later, he raised his hand, and five clusters of Data Stream flickered in his palm.