Protagonist interpretation rules

Chapter 79 The worst case scenario is to run away.

The dark rain continued until the next morning.

A hazy fog shrouded the bustling Takamagahara, and the giant screens embedded between the floors reflected idol advertisements that had not changed for thousands of years, and those pretty faces always wore unchanging smiles.

Asakawa Sanji withdrew his gaze. Now he only felt that those smiles praising beauty were ugly and disgusting, as if they were crawling with maggots.

The man with disheveled clothes, disheveled hair, and bloodshot eyes patted the ashes on his shoulder and opened the door of the broadcasting company.

I noticed that there were many employees in Sanji Asakawa's company, but no one cared about his embarrassment.

Sanji had already heard some small laughter, but he didn't care about the ridicule and indifferent eyes of his colleagues. He calmly pressed the elevator, walked through the corridor, and went straight to the president's office.

With Shimada's astonished look on his face, Sanji pushed open the door and sat down opposite the president.

"Asakawa-kun, what do you mean?"

The fat, fat middle-aged man with a big belly frowned: "You entered the president's office without permission from your boss, and you didn't even use an honorific!"

Shimada's eyes became cold: "You haven't forgotten workplace etiquette, have you?"

"What about the money?"

Sanji Asakawa ignored the president's words and said concisely: "Give me the money."

"What did you say?"

Shimada once suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"Where's the gift Yumiya Hirohito gave me?"

Sanji Asakawa's tone remained calm, and he said calmly: "Could it be that you, a fat pig, stole it for you?"

"Asshole! Who gave you the courage to speak to your boss like this?! You downtown bitch!"

Shimada suddenly stood up, raised the document beside him and slapped Sanji on the face: "You have been fired! Get out of the company now!"

The president's roar penetrated the door, and all the company employees on this floor fell silent.

"What on earth is Asakawa doing? Is he crazy?" "Damn...the president will definitely make us angry..."

People started whispering, but the next moment, the panicked staff heard the loud noise caused by the explosion of flames!

The door of the president's room was instantly blown away by the expanding hot air. With a deafening sound, a short and fat figure lit by fire rushed out of the room waving his arms.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Shimada, who was burned by black fire, let out a shrill howl. His neck suddenly stretched, knocking over the tables and chairs around him. The snake body with the head detached from his clothes and rolled desperately on the ground.

Shimada tried to extinguish the flames on his body.

"Help me...someone please help me..."

Its voice gradually weakened. The black fire had ignited Shimada's soul and burned everything around the snake's body. After a while, only a charred skull with its spine was left on the ground.

Under the horrified eyes of everyone, Sanji Asakawa slowly walked out of the room with the cash box in hand.

He carefully gathered up Shimada's broken bones and patiently stuffed them piece by piece into the cash box. The next moment, he laughed and swung the box hard against the company's glass window!
"Guys, I found some big news!"

Amidst the sound of glass breaking, Sanji Asakawa opened his arms, and the man's crazy laughter spread to everyone's ears in the wind.

"I found President Shimada's body in the cash box!"

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'Sanji Asakawa personally killed Shimada Shimada, whom he had feared. '

'He will use the convenience of the broadcasting company to announce the arrival of the dark sun to the world and bring the radiance of ideals to the world. '

Someone left words on the paper. He put down the pen, closed his eyes, and fell into deep thought in the star-filled space.

The silent universe is cold and soundless.

The somewhat thin man was sitting on a floating gorgeous chair. He was surrounded by spectacular planets one after another. They clustered around the black sun like subjects, faithfully fulfilling their missions along the orbit. .

"Is this the new character you sketched out? Socrates?"

At this moment, someone rudely took the paper from the writer's hand.The man leaned on the edge of the chair, looked at the words on the paper and sighed: "They are always killing each other. Are all the characters in your novels so violent now?"

"Sanji Asakawa is a pretty good character. He will become an excellent Black Sun Walker."

Silent Black Ri responded: "He has ideals and confusion in his heart, but he is unwilling to accept the gloomy reality. Moreover, this person's parents have died, and he also has a lovely and kind sister, which makes it easier to write."

"Sister again? Isn't this kind of story a bit cliche?"

The musician let go of the paper in his hand and let it float into the endless starry sky.

"Simple stories may not fail to be brilliant. Artists are never dominated by impulsive whims."

Hei Ri said seriously: "The lack of story progression, false motivations, cumbersome characters, emptiness of subtext, and contradictions in the plot are the fundamental reasons for the dullness of the writing."

"Oh!" The musician immediately gave a thumbs up: "You are indeed a professional!"

"You are rude."

Hei Ri's attitude was obviously a bit reserved. He stood up on his own initiative and gave up his seat for the elderly man.

"Actually, I recently learned some writing skills in Dongguo."

The fuzzy-faced musician stretched out comfortably on the chair and shared his knowledge with the other party: "Would you like to listen to it?"

"Just say it."

Black Ri holds the pen and listens carefully to the elders' mottos.

"First, you can create a lovable heroine, give her a miserable childhood, and then give her an opportunity to break out of the quagmire, give her the dream of pursuing happiness, and let her face the despair of the world for the first time. Love..."

"Then... click!"

The musician made a stabbing motion with the knife, and said in a ferocious tone: "Arrange a little bastard to kill her in front of her children!"

Black Sun:......

"How does it sound?" the musician asked.

"It sounds a little disgusting." Hei Ri said frankly.

"Really? Alas... I really don't understand the group of young people in the current situation. This thing seems to be quite popular..."

The musician licked his lips and took the initiative to change the topic: "Actually, I'm here to urge the manuscript. How is the completion of the current work?"

"I still need time."

Silent Black Ri replied sternly: "Forcibly speeding up the plot will be counterproductive to the progress of "Hell Model"."

"Then you have to keep working hard. I have already helped you get a lot of sponsorships."

The musician sat up straight: "Columbia's Deacons of Truth, Ursus' Queen's Troupe, and Victoria's Everlasting Fleet have all decided to invest their respective chips in the "Model of Hell" you are about to write."

He smiled and said, "Are you stressed about this?"

"No pressure."

Hei Ri thought for a moment and responded calmly: "The worst case scenario is that he'll run away."

"I'm super! If you dare to cut me, I'll hit you and die in front of you!"

The musician was shocked on the spot. He grabbed the opponent's shoulders and shook him desperately: "In order to realize your story and ideals, my old legs are almost broken! Can you be considerate to me, an old man?! "

"As the leader of the Utopia, these are the things you should do, right?"

Hei Ri was a little confused and asked straightforwardly.

Destiny Musician:…

The old man almost couldn't catch his breath.

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