The first name Lin Ke wrote was Wang Lin.
After Wang Lin came another word... comics!
Yes, comics!
In his previous life, comics had been one of the pillars of two-dimensional entertainment. Even many wildly popular animated shows, films, and television series had been adapted from comics.
That was because comics could sketch out rich scenes with simple lines, delivering a tremendous visual impact in an age without animation, film, or television.
The same held true in this era, perhaps even more so.
Forget comics-even some baffling painting would be wildly sought after, adored by people who understood it and people who did not alike.
And comics?
Pretty much anyone could understand comics!
Their mode of expression was straightforward and easy to grasp, making them ideal for places where cultural literacy was not particularly widespread.
If producing animation, films, and television shows had been possible, Lin Ke would have wanted to jump straight into making a few smash hits.
But for comics to make their debut, they naturally needed scripts.
The best scripts...
Lin Ke put pen to paper again and wrote two names beneath Wang Lin.
Chen Pingping, Chen An.
In other words, novels and illustrated storybooks!
He had to admit that Chen Pingping and Chen An had been telling the same sorts of stories for who knew how long: some general bravely slaying enemies, some scholar displaying mastery of both letters and warfare.
Listening to the same melody over and over grew tiring.
Why not have them try a broken-engagement storyline? A "Come back to life, my love!" storyline? Refining gu, refining people, and even refining heaven?
Novels!
Novels were always the first dimension, from which things in the second and third dimensions could unfold.
Words were the source, images were the vitality, and sound combined with moving