I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 535 - 535 534. Facing the sea spring blooms_1

Chapter 535: 534. Facing the sea, spring blooms_1 Chapter 535: 534. Facing the sea, spring blooms_1 “Dark? Is the screen too dark?”

Mo Guangyuan contemplated, looking at the trailer’s imagery, the film should not be dark; on the contrary, it should be replete with bright scenes of lightning strikes and volcanic eruptions.

Could there be something wrong with the sample?

He was utterly baffled.

Seeing that the leadership had no response, Mo Guangyuan mustered his courage and approached the leader’s desk.

“Minister, have you finished your review?”

He sneaked a peek at the leader’s computer screen, which displayed the video player’s end-of-play image, showing only the final copyright notice and nothing else.

“Dark, huh.”

Lao Qian murmured.

“It’s not dark, Minister, it’s broad daylight, and the curtains are drawn. Should I turn on another light?”

Mo Guangyuan suggested eagerly.

“No need.”

Lao Qian waved his hand, signaling Mo Guangyuan to not bother.

“Minister, is the movie any good?”

Upon hearing this, Mo Guangyuan asked curiously.

Lao Qian gave Mo Guangyuan a look.

It was the kind of look a seasoned elder gives to a green youngster after witnessing the younger making the same mistakes they themselves had made in their youth.

Lao Qian turned off the video player.

“You can go now. Close the door behind you.”

He ushered Mo Guangyuan out.

It wasn’t until the office quieted down that Lao Qian finally took a deep breath.

“The impact of this movie on the public may be more than just a little.”

He assessed.

It was only at that moment that Lao Qian managed to extricate himself from the emotions brought forth by the film.

Despair, despair—it was damn despair.

If other disaster movies portrayed humanity’s spirited efforts to combat natural calamities, showcasing courage and willpower, then this disaster movie “Doomsday” revealed that in the face of a true doomsday, all human efforts were futile.

The more you relied on calculations, the more you tried to save yourself, the deeper you sank into the mire.

All seemingly struggling actions only dragged oneself deeper into the abyss.

No matter the method, no matter the level of civilization, death was an inescapable fate.

What was the meaning of the universe, the purpose of civilization’s birth?

As a staunch materialist, Lao Qian had always believed that life appeared in this world for a reason, that these civilizations built order to make the world better.

However, the movie told Lao Qian that life and civilization might be mere accidental errors in the universe’s function, insignificant to the cosmos’s existence.

This shattered his lifelong pride in human civilization.

Though it was just a movie, Lao Qian felt like he had lived through the end of an entire civilization.

At the same time, he began to fear the world.

If this world were to fall into a similar crisis…

Lao Qian dared not think further.

In the evening, the twilight tinted the clouds golden yellow, and Lao Qian finally left the office.

To him, everything seemed different now.

A vague sense of impending crisis hung over Lao Qian’s heart.

The sensation of losing something, like a dark cloud, cast a gloom over all things, making them lose their luster.

Then, Lao Qian saw a woman with a child; she held her child’s hand—it must have been a child who had just finished kindergarten—flashing a radiant smile.

This smile healed Lao Qian’s spirit.

He saw his colleagues leaving work, pedestrians on the street, the deep green leaves of early autumn, and the distant, lofty sky; he felt the joy of existence.

At least all of that happened in the movie—his own world was still here.

Thinking this, Lao Qian’s lips unconsciously curled into a smile.

At least for now, he should cherish these beautiful things.

Not waiting until they’re lost to lament in vain.

Thinking back, he had a sincere world laid out before him, and he had not cherished it.

Lao Qian went to the parking lot to drive his car, and on his way home, another car drove aggressively, almost grazing Lao Qian’s car.

The other driver rolled down his window and began to curse loudly.

“Can’t you drive, you *********”

The words were vile, and usually, Lao Qian might have already had his blood pressure shooting up, stopping the car and trading insults with the other driver.

But today’s Lao Qian was not that kind of person.

Because he thought, even such a bad person is precious when Doomsday comes.

Perhaps the other person also had his own wife and children, parents and family.

Anyway, nothing happened, so it’s better to step back and broaden one’s horizon.

Lao Qian took a glance at the other person and asked kindly.

“Is your car okay? Did it get damaged?”

“???”

This somewhat baffled the other driver.

Almost getting scratched, and yet they care if you’re okay?

“…you, you’re not young anymore, be more careful when you drive next time!”

The driver just dropped a sentence and hurriedly drove off.

Lao Qian watched the other person leave before he slowly started his car.

If he had also responded with harsh words just now, perhaps the two would have started arguing in the middle of the road, blocking traffic, or it might even have escalated to a fight, with the loser ending up in the hospital and the winner in jail.

But now, after reconciling with the other person, he could go home after calming his mood, and the other person might also drive more peacefully because of his actions, thus avoiding traffic accidents.

It’s a win-win situation.

Lao Qian turned on the car stereo, and beautiful singing flowed out.

“If everyone could give a little love, the world will become a beautiful haven…”

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On the other hand, Old Zhao had also returned home.

His wife, whom he always argued with and even talked about divorcing, was nagging incessantly, calling him to eat while complaining as the children clamored to watch cartoons, leading to another round of arguments.

Normally, Old Zhao might have already exploded with rage in this situation, first scolding the children, then quarreling with his wife.

But today’s Old Zhao was different.

He patted his child’s head and switched the remote to the cartoon channel that the child usually enjoyed. Before his wife could speak, Old Zhao began.

“How much was that dress you said you wanted to buy last time? Let’s find a time to go buy it.”

“Huh?”

His wife was taken aback, then retorted.

“Are you seeing someone else?”

“No, I just think I should be nicer to you all; there’s no need to fuss over it.”

Old Zhao explained.

Compared to the desperate Doomsday in the movies, how wonderful his current life was, yet he had always fixated on trivial matters that made life uncomfortable for both him and his family.

How sad that was.

Luckily, he still had a chance.

“Oh… actually, I thought about it again later, that dress doesn’t seem worth it, so expensive; it might be better if we go to that place we talked about before and have some good food.”

His wife’s anger subsided a bit, and she sat down.

“The dim sum place?”

Old Zhao inquired.

Hearing Old Zhao’s words, his wife’s eyes brightened.

“Yes, yes, yes, we’ll have to queue up, you drive there, and after we eat, we can go shopping…”

Looking at his harmonious family, Old Zhao suddenly felt that having watched “Doomsday” might actually be a good thing.

He decided to start being a happy person from today onwards.

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