Zheng Fan spoke about "Alien" with great passion, showing his fondness for the series.
"Oh, right, Mr. Illusion, you should be able to buy movies from your world with your property ability, right?" Lin Yilin thought of something and directly asked.
Hearing this, Zheng Fan was stunned, then stroked his chin and fell into thought.
He took out a bank card, the one Lin Yilin had given him when she played a trick on him before, which had no money. But now it had money; although the studio's operation on Banmu's side had not yet fully broken even, it was normal for the boss to embezzle some money.
Can a boss using money be called embezzlement?
He swiped the card, and a USB drive appeared in Zheng Fan's hand.
"Hmm?"
"The entire 'Alien' movie series is inside…" Zheng Fan said.
Lin Yilin's eyes lit up: "As expected of Mr. Illusion, the culture spanning two worlds is about to collide in the hands of an Illusion." Then she reached out to take it.
But Zheng Fan pulled his hand back, avoiding her.
Lin Yilin was puzzled: "What's wrong?"
Zheng Fan's expression was solemn, as if he had something difficult to say.
"Are there any taboos regarding this?"
"No, if I could directly conjure movie films with my property ability…" Zheng Fan slowly looked up, "Then wouldn't my hard-practiced Alien transformation these past few days be for naught?"
"…" Lin Yilin fell silent, probably because she was speechless.
Zheng Fan opened his mouth, and the Alien's unique projectile tongue-mouthpiece moved back and forth inside and outside his mouth, and he mumbled indistinctly: "I spent a lot of time perfecting this mouthpiece."
"Don't put so much effort into strange places," Lin Yilin said, rubbing her forehead.
"Otherwise, there's nothing for me to do with my transformations, and I haven't found a body that allows me to transform so far," Zheng Fan said, also feeling helpless.
The seemingly powerful transformation ability currently only served for his own amusement.
"Let's see by the end of June," Lin Yilin glanced at her phone.
"End of June? June 31st? The Black World's overlap."
"Yes, during the Black World's overlap, Illusions can, to a certain extent, directly interfere with reality on that day," Lin Yilin nodded.
"Really?!" Zheng Fan's spirits lifted.
"However, the scope is very limited and depends on the specific situation, and this June might not even have a 31st."
"As long as there's a chance, that's enough," Zheng Fan rubbed his hands, already thinking about how to mess around.
…
As the end of June approached, there were no particularly significant commissions for a while.
Most commissions, even those slightly involving supernatural elements, probably wouldn't take Lin Yilin more than half a day. Not all Illusions could find high-quality invasion targets to grow quickly, or their own foundation was weak, making them easier to deal with. Lin Yilin could handle them easily with a little preparation, without Zheng Fan needing to intervene.
Miss Lin Yilin once again raised her screening requirements for commission quality.
Today, there were probably no commissions again, and Zheng Fan had found something to do for himself: he was recreating Lu Lu's Illusion shoes.
Currently, the only somewhat presentable pair of black leather shoes made by Lu Lu's Illusion was on the coffee table.
After Lu Lu's Illusion was dealt with by Zheng Fan, the matter of the Phantasms shoes came to an end. Most of the bait shoes had already lost their effectiveness, but according to Lin Yilin's post-incident investigation, some shoes still retained residual power and could be considered Phantasms.
Some of these shoes, when worn, could slightly increase running speed or jumping height.
Then Zheng Fan planned to try some new tricks.
Toast stretched its upper body out and lay on the coffee table, curiously watching Zheng Fan rub the ping-pong ball-sized singularity absorbed from Lu Lu in his hand.
Ever since he learned about Lin Yilin's abstract ritual technique, Zheng Fan also enjoyed pretending to "cast spells" with such a prelude.
However, his skill level was like the domestic ancient idol dramas he remembered, where characters would always wave their hands meaninglessly when they wanted to use some power. Only then would you know they were probably casting a spell.
When Zheng Fan finished rubbing a Rasengan and the singularity completely disappeared, Toast looked at the shoes in front of him, but they seemed to have undergone no change at all.
"Done!" Zheng Fan clapped his hands, finished for the day.
"Woof?" Toast was confused; the shoes hadn't come to life like him.
"Mr. Illusion, what are you doing?" Lin Yilin walked over to see what mischief Zheng Fan was up to.
"I'm trying to make a pair of magical shoes," Zheng Fan told Lin Yilin.
"Shoes? Where are the shoes?" Lin Yilin looked strangely at the coffee table.
Zheng Fan suddenly turned his head and found that the shoes on the coffee table had disappeared.
Zheng Fan: ?
"Woof!" Toast quickly barked in one direction, and Zheng Fan and Lin Yilin followed the sound, seeing the pair of shoes sneaking out the door.
When everyone looked at it, its movement instantly froze.
However, it froze in a walking motion, with one shoe still lifted in the air, as if an invisible person was truly wearing these shoes.
"Come back," Zheng Fan called out coldly.
The shoes suddenly exerted force to escape, but… they were directly overtaken by Toast, who blocked them at the door. When they tried to go around Toast, Toast nudged them back.
The shoes looked very anxious, and faintly, one could even see them sweating cold?
Whoosh!
Then it suddenly unleashed its power!
Another pair of shoes split off from it, but the style was different from its main body; it was a pair of soccer shoes!
The soccer shoes moved extremely fast, with ghostly rhythm, dazzling the perfect Toast for a moment, then launching a surprise attack with a powerful shot.
Bang!
"Woof!" Toast was kicked so hard that a large section of him was dented, and he flew out, distorted.
But the perfect Toast quickly adjusted, hitting the corner of the wall and showing astonishing elasticity, bouncing back after several perfect angles of reflection, knocking the soccer shoes flying to the ground, where they lost their combat capability.
The main body of the shoes was a bit flustered.
Isn't this just a piece of Toast? Why is it so difficult to deal with?!
The coffee machine in the corner, despite not being plugged in, lit up with an abnormal red light, and a locked, suffocating sensation followed.
Oh god, what kind of place was it born into!
Finally, the shoes stood still in place, suddenly unmoving.
Lin Yilin watched for a long time from the side, with no intention of interfering. From Toast's and the shoes' perspective, it seemed like an evenly matched confrontation just now.
But in her and Zheng Fan's eyes, apart from Toast's elastic maneuvers, the shoes were truly like a child playing a game; they didn't even run that fast.
"What is it doing?"
"Hmm…" Zheng Fan pondered, observing carefully, stroking his chin, and finally concluded: "Based on my observation, it should be surrendering."
But because there was only one pair of shoes, the action of raising both hands couldn't be seen, only inferred.
