Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 455 - 393 Premiere Opening_1

Chapter 455: Chapter 393 Premiere Opening_1

"Are you sure the memory film can be seen by everyone below?" Zalanda was now a bit worried that the memory film might not meet the demand of such a large crowd.

If the size of the memory film was too small, those far away might not be able to see clearly, potentially causing congestion among the viewers.

The promotional memory film previously projected had only been one meter in height and two meters in length.

"Since I dared to ask you to mobilize the crowd, how could I not think of this? Rest assured, don’t even talk about eight or ten thousand people, even if twice that number were to come, their needs could be met. You think the Spirit Crystal Sphere was made so large just to contain the memory film itself?"

After all, this was Felen’s first big movie, and both Gaven and Regina had made ample preparations to attract the audience, naturally striving for perfection in every aspect.

"In that case, let’s get started!" The more Zalanda learned about the memory film, the thicker the anticipation grew. He now wished to see it for himself.

"Okay!" Gaven took the memory Spirit Crystal Sphere out of his backpack.

All the Spiritual Energy Points were poured into it, and that was not the end of it; he also took out a large number of Spirit Containers, drawing the stored Spiritual Energy Points from them.

A full thirty points, enough for it to be played three times.

Gaven had a unique advantage that others did not possess—the ability to replace mental strength with Spiritual Energy Points and infuse them all at once. After all, the sphere was made of Crystal Stone and possessed the capability to store Spiritual Energy Points.

The memory Spirit Crystal Sphere would then automatically play until all the Spiritual Energy Points inside were exhausted.

If an average person were to conduct the projection, they would need to continuously infuse mental strength into the memory Spirit Crystal Sphere. During this time, they would be unable to do anything else, and once their mental strength ran out, someone would have to take over immediately.

Once the Spiritual Energy Points were fully infused, the memory Spirit Crystal Sphere left Gaven’s hands and ascended to the sky above the square. It began to rotate rapidly, emanating countless black mists like beams of light that shot out in all directions.

Each beam created a black sphere with a three-meter diameter, appearing not far above the crowd’s heads.

There were ten beams in total, nine thin and one thick.

The nine thinner ones formed a large circle around the outskirts of the eastern square.

The thick one appeared directly above the square’s center, the combined size of the nine, with an impressively large diameter of ten meters.

"What’s happening?"

"What are these black spheres? Why do they feel so cold and sinister?"

"This is Negative Energy. The black spheres are composed entirely of Negative Energy, with strong fluctuations of it inside. If they were to explode amidst such a dense crowd, the consequences would be unimaginable."

"Don’t panic, don’t be alarmed. The memory film is about to start. Haven’t you seen that the City Lord isn’t making any moves? The City Lord is right beside that person. If he truly had malicious intentions, the City Lord could cut him down with a single sword stroke."

The commotion that the memory Spirit Crystal Sphere caused had once again disturbed the crowd below. After all, it looked like the prelude to a terrifying spell.

Especially for clerics who were more sensitive to Negative Energy, they were as if facing a great enemy, keenly aware of the Negative Energy contained within these black spheres.

Just before the unrest turned into panic, the black spheres suddenly unfolded, releasing soft and beautiful music, as a picturesque pastoral scene unfolded before everyone.

There were ten images, one large and nine small, all perfectly synchronized in sound and vision.

The scenes depicted a bird’s-eye view of the landscape.

The vision started with a serene manor, followed by lush vineyards, a thriving new settlement under construction, fantastical scenes featuring multi-racial cooperation, vast wilderness, the enormous Yewen Pond, the expansive Ashaba River...

In just one minute, the entirety of the Three Rivers Region was displayed before the Darama Citizens.

The three-dimensional portrayal was as if they were surveying the land themselves—they could distinctly smell the fragrance of earth, hear the rush of river waters, and the strong, orderly chants of work.

All were mesmerized.

The Half-Moon Colt was so excited that it snorted loudly.

This memory projection originated from it; for this purpose, it had flown all over the Three Rivers Region for an entire day, seen countless vistas, and then Regina had edited it into its current form. Even the actual Three Rivers Region wasn’t as beautiful as in the memory projection.

For this was the essence of all the most beautiful scenes—a mastery of aesthetics, which Regina, at a master class level, undoubtedly possessed.

No, that’s not right.

Regina reached the pinnacle in the field of memory films from the moment she debuted.

She achieved perfection not only in selecting memory scenes and music pairings but also in the quintessential grasp of narrative.

The more beautiful and idyllic the initially showcased scenes were, the more resonance it could evoke when enemies from behind conspired to seize this land, stoking the anger of the populace towards the invaders.

As the long-plotted attack came with an unstoppable force, and Gaven, the landowner, was diligently planning the future development of the Three Rivers Region, having just returned to Thacel, everyone’s emotions involuntarily reached a crescendo.

The Darama Citizens felt their hearts about to leap from their throats as they watched the Enlightened Treants leading their armies into traps and a young Red Dragon descending with irresistible force.

When Gaven promptly returned and struck down the invader with the force of a thunderstorm, riding alone, the excitement released in that instant soared to the heavens.

On the other side was the sudden appearance of the Revenge Storm descending from the sky. Although it was only a fleeting glance, revealing only a stunning profile, all Darama Citizens were one hundred percent certain it was their City Lord Zalanda.

This realization deepened their sense of shared experience and brought the epiphany that all this had genuinely occurred.

There were climax after climax.

The sight of the young Red Dragon’s mountainous pile of Gold Coins stunned everyone, their eyes unable to look away.

The fairy-like Midsummer Night dreamscape made them long to be part of it.

When everything came to an end and the black fog gathered back into a sphere.

The crowded square fell silent; they were still immersed in an unprecedented shock.

Not only were they shocked by this novel mode of storytelling,

but in its presence, the operas of bards that they had once praised lost all appeal.

They were also shocked by the realism of the story.

In comparison, those biographical novels were far from legendary.

The entire film gave them a clearer understanding and awareness of the Three Rivers Region, including that person’s strength and wealth.

Although there was no explicit praise, the display of praise was evident throughout, with just the treasure of that one Dragon’s Nest being enough to sustain a city of hundreds of thousands for years.

This ignited a burning desire in countless people who were still hesitant about immigrating to the Three Rivers Region.

Before the citizens of Darama City could finish pondering, the black fog sphere unfolded again and the creator began the replay.

There were those who entered, but none who left.

All were staring at the screen thirstily, unable to move their eyes away.

Even though they had just watched it once and the scenes were fresh in their memory, it did not stop them from watching it again.

Even on the second viewing, they couldn’t help but praise the beautiful scenes and music, and they discovered new things—details they had missed before.

In that one and a half hours, Regina packed a significant amount of information in every memory image, each worthy of deeper investigation.

The first time you watched it, you might have only noticed the cold manor.

But the second time you may see several people busy working inside the manor, coming and going.

This was a common occurrence.

After all, there is an essential difference between memory films and purely man-made movies,

because most of the images in the former are real, and the subjects see far more than they could ever imagine themselves.

The same was true for the second time, and for the third time as well.

When the replay ended for the third time, it was deep into the night, and the number of people on the eastern outskirts square had exceeded ten thousand.

Numerous torches were already lit all around.

Although the memory film was captivating, some people still chose to give up this visual feast and silently provided their services.

After the third replay, all the black fog was collected back into the Spirit Crystal Sphere and automatically flew back into Gaven’s hands.

"Incredible, truly incredible. I never imagined that in this world, there could be such a magical thing."

"I just felt like I traveled to the Valley, ventured to the Three Rivers Region, witnessed a real war, visited the Giant Dragon Nest, and danced in celebration with fairies."

"It’s not just you who felt that way. I believe everyone here had the same experience; it was so beautiful it made people yearn for it."

"Who would have thought his strength would be so formidable? To think that a Red Dragon, a mature Red Dragon, had no chance to fight back against him. He truly is a Dragon Slayer."

"That’s just too cool! With just a single gesture, he made that Giant Dragon too scared to even Attack. With such a powerful Lord leading so many Enlightened Treants as Guardians, we don’t have to worry about our safety at all."

"Given that person’s wealth, he must not be too harsh on his Lieges. Moving to his territory might indeed be a good choice."

"He’s looking at me, he must be looking at me; no, no, I can’t breathe, I’m going to faint, ah... He’s just too handsome. He’s the perfect man of my dreams, if only I could spend a beautiful night with him, I’d be willing to die."

"Dream on, as if an opportunity like that would ever come to you?"

"Exactly, exactly, exactly. Take a look in the mirror, even if it were your turn, I’d be first."

The built-up excitement completely erupted at this point.

Those who could discuss with each other were the more rational ones; many couldn’t find the words to express their feelings and resorted to shouting and screaming to vent their excitement.

Everyone felt as if the experience was unfinished.

Zalanda once again rode the Bipedal Dragon, arriving directly above the eastern outskirts square, her whole body radiating a gentle light. In the dark night, she became a dazzling star, and once again all eyes converged on her, gradually regaining calm.

Zalanda’s voice rang out in the night sky, reaching every corner of the eastern outskirts square.

"You are not only viewers but also witnesses, witnesses to the birth of the first memory film in all of Felen, and indeed in all of Toril. It will usher in a new era,

injecting a fresh spring into our barren spiritual worlds, allowing us to indulge in a feast for the eyes and ears.

For this, let us give our applause to the creators of this film from Battle Valley, Miss Regina, and the subject of the film, the Guardian of Gryphon Hill, the owner of Weizemay Manor, Duke Gaven Nort.

At the same time, he is also the owner of Nort Castle, the current Baron Nort. It is he who has given us this unprecedented experience, this honor."

Her words had scarcely faded when the square was drowned in thunderous applause that continued on and on, heartfelt and sincere.

They had long wanted to convey their emotions but had not found a method or channel, and now Zalanda had provided them with one.