"No, I..."
Lu Bai was halfway through refusing when he suddenly noticed a line of small text appearing before his eyes.
[Data file detected. Read it?]
He immediately changed course. "...Can I?"
Don't assume that because the Ability Rankings listed tens of thousands of abilities, retaining an ability was easy.
It was no exaggeration to say that at least ninety percent of Formal Deathmatch Participants weren't qualified to retain an ability.
Anyone who had retained even one ability was undoubtedly among the very best Deathmatch Participants.
And it was downright suspicious for an outstanding Formal Deathmatch Participant like that to be doing talent-scouting work.
The middle-aged man who looked like a director chuckled. "As it happens, I've got a script and I'm looking for actors. It's a historical drama called Great Traitor Chiang Kai-shek. If you're interested, I can give you the lead role. I can make that call."
"Sounds pretty interesting. I'd like to give it a try."
Lu Bai's smile grew even brighter. "But if I'm playing a big man, will I need some time to bulk up?"
??? What did he mean, bulk up?
"Hold on."
Ding Zhongmin swallowed a whole mouthful of complaints.
In the end, he managed to resist the urge to voice them and forced out another smile. "No need. We're just a small production. We don't fuss over things like that."
Lu Bai thought for a moment, then asked, "So where's the set? Are we heading there now?"
"...Of course. Come with me."
Ding Zhongmin turned and led Lu Bai toward Livability City.
The two of them walked one behind the other.
They crossed a steel bridge, entered Livability City, and wound their way through the steel jungle.
Out of nowhere, Lu Bai said, "This coffin city is disgusting."
Ding Zhongmin