Reborn Action Star: Starting in Hollywood

The late autumn sun shone through the gaps in the sycamore leaves onto the cemetery path. Mr. Eisen, leaning on an ebony cane, slowly walked toward the place he knew all too well.

His steps were much heavier than usual, not only because of his age, but also because his posture was no longer upright, and his once sharp eyes were now sunken in their sockets, surrounded by wrinkles.

He stopped in front of the flowerbed and looked at the white jade tombstone in the center.

In the photo, Luna is forever frozen at forty-six, gazing tenderly at him.

Mr. Eisen took a deep breath, the mixed fragrance of roses, gardenias, orchids and chrysanthemums from the flowerbed filling his nostrils, but it could not dispel the heavy oppression in his chest.

“I’ve come to see you again, my dear.” His voice was hoarseer than usual, and the tip of his cane dug deep into the soft soil.

He pulled a neatly folded piece of paper from the inside pocket of his coat, and slowly unfolded it with trembling fingers.

That was the diagnosis the doctor had given him three days earlier—late-stage pancreatic cancer.

Estimated remaining lifespan: five months.

“Luna, I’ll be there to be with you soon.” He smiled bitterly, placed the diagnosis in front of the tombstone, and weighed it down with a bunch of fresh white calla lilies.

"The doctor said it's the 'king of cancers,' and there's no chance of surgery. The pain has already started. Right here." He pressed his hand to his upper abdomen, where an unseen demon was devouring his life.

The autumn wind swept up a few fallen leaves, which swirled around the tombstone.

Mr. Eisen squatted down with difficulty, a simple movement that caused fine beads of sweat to appear on his forehead.

He gently stroked the photo of his wife on the tombstone, his fingertips tracing the outline of her smile.

"Do you remember the first time we met? You were sixteen, wearing that sky-blue dress, feeding pigeons in the park..." His voice choked with emotion. "How foolish I was then, thinking that age and poverty would be insurmountable obstacles. Thank God you were so persistent..."

"Actually, I'm not afraid of death at all, because then we can meet again. Now my wish has been fulfilled. These last few years of my life, walking side by side with Lin Yuan, have been truly wonderful, more wonderful than the first half of my life!"

"When I get to heaven, no matter which old friend I meet, I can proudly boast about the miracle I helped create..."

A sharp pain suddenly struck, and Mr. Eisen clutched his clothes tightly, gasping for breath.

After the pain subsided like a receding tide, he found himself kneeling on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold tombstone.

"You were here after all! I've been looking for you!"

A familiar voice came from behind.

Mr. Eisen reluctantly turned his head and saw Lin Yuan standing at the edge of the flower bed, also holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

His handsome face was filled with worry, and he rushed over to help Mr. Eisen.

"Has the illness progressed so quickly? You look really bad!" When Lin Yuan touched Mr. Eisen's arm, he could clearly feel that the old man was trembling.

Mr. Eisen tried to stand up, but was knocked down again by the pain.

Lin Yuan's strong arms supported him as he slowly helped him sit on the bench next to the tombstone.

“It’s said that older people have slower metabolisms, so cancer progresses more slowly. But pancreatic cancer doesn’t seem to follow that rule,” Mr. Eisen said painfully.

"What do you mean, 'old people'? You're only in your early 70s. In this day and age, you can't call yourself an old person if you're not 80!" Lin Yuan retorted.

"Am I not even qualified to call myself an old man in front of you?" Mr. Eisen said helplessly. "But it doesn't matter anymore, I only have 5 months left to live anyway."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan took out a small, unmarked bottle from his pocket and handed it to Mr. Eisen:
"Drink this and you'll be cured!"

Mr. Eisen laughed in exasperation: "What kind of magical Eastern medicine or placebo is this? Countless top doctors around the world have racked their brains trying to cure this disease, and you've managed to fix it with just this little bottle of medicine?"

"Trust me!" Lin Yuan said earnestly, "You'll know whether it works or not once you drink it!"

Lin Yuan knew it would be useful, of course; it was a "life potion" he had personally concocted!
It's a combination of the "youth potion" and "health potion" that Liu Yufei and the others drank back then, which can prolong life, slow down aging, and cure and immunize against diseases.

Even if it can only be used once per person, it is absolutely priceless.

During the filming of Mad Max: Fury Road, after completing the action scene in Super Thunderstorm Night, he received an attribute bonus that increased his strength to 30 points.

The talent of [Extraordinary Power] that I acquired needs no further explanation.

The real reward is the qualitative change in life that comes from achieving 30 points in all three attributes simultaneously: [Transcendent Life].

Simply put, this talent turned Lin Yuan into a walking ginseng fruit.

Every year, he can consume his own life essence to create a bottle of "life potion" without any side effects.

At first glance, this talent doesn't seem to offer any substantial improvement to Lin Yuan, but it's exactly what Lin Yuan needs most!

He had many lovers, friends, and elders he cared about, and watching them leave was a very painful thing.

Although he couldn't make himself and his friends immortal, Lin Yuan would still be happy to see them live a few more years in better condition.

Lin Yuan also knew how sensitive something like the "Potion of Life" was, and he wouldn't share it with anyone he didn't absolutely trust.

Did Lin Yuan know that he might live for another 120 years?
The 120 bottles of "life potion" will allow him to better take care of the people he cares about most.

Of course, this also includes Mr. Eisen, who is standing right in front of us.

Under Lin Yuan's solemn tone, Mr. Eisen accepted the medicine.

However, he didn't drink it; he just looked at it carefully for a few moments and then returned it.

"What? You still don't believe me? This medicine can cure any disease!" Lin Yuan said, "Whether it works or not, you'll know after you drink it."

Mr. Eisen shook his head: "I believe you. If you say it works, then it must work..."

He paused, then said, "But... Lin Yuan... can you mass-produce this thing?"

Lin Yuan shook his head: "No... it's practically a limited edition product that's almost gone with every bottle we use."

"Do you know what this means?" Mr. Eisen asked seriously.

"I will keep this secret well!" Lin Yuan knew that even with his current status, he couldn't withstand the consequences of such a secret being leaked.

"That's good." Mr. Eisen waved his hand: "You should take this precious medicine back. I won't drink it."

Seeing that Lin Yuan was eager to speak, Mr. Eisen said first, "Don't rush! Let me finish what I have to say."

"I have had so much in my life, I am already very happy and content. Even if you can cure me and let me live a few more years, you will just be another old guy with no life goals, just wasting resources and waiting to die."

I've lived long enough; it's time to go find my Luna.

Save your medicine for those who will need it more in the future.

Lin Yuan smiled and took out a business plan, tossing it to Mr. Eisen.

Mr. Eisen curiously flipped through the pages: "The Great African Development Plan?"

"Yeah, how old are you? And you're telling me there's no hope left in life?"
Don't you want to save the billions of poor people in Africa who live below the poverty line?
"I think you should at least leave behind a permanent bronze statue in Africa before considering this matter," Lin Yuan said with a smile.

"Good heavens! You want to cure this 70-year-old man's illness, kick him to Africa, and have him run your African development plan?" Mr. Eisen's eyes sharpened again.

"Tell me, isn't this goal great? Aren't you proud of achieving it?"

"..."

Lin Yuan turned to face Luna's tombstone, solemnly straightened his clothes, and bowed deeply.

Sunlight filtered through the swaying shadows of the trees, casting dappled patterns of light on him and giving him an almost sacred aura.

“Aunt Luna,” his voice was soft yet clear, carrying a maturity beyond his years, “please forgive my stubbornness, I intend to borrow Mr. Eisen for a few more days.”

He straightened up and stared at the photo on the tombstone. "You must also be eager to see this old man's fighting spirit rekindled, right?"

As he said this, he subtly pressed his thumb against the matte metal piece hidden in his cuff.

With just a gentle tap, the distant sycamore trees would respond and sway, creating a miraculous scene.

“If you agree,” Lin Yuan continued, a hint of slyness in his voice, “please nod and let these leaves and flowers dance for you—”

Before he could finish speaking, a sudden gust of mountain wind swept by.

The wind came so subtly, as if there were a response from the unseen forces.

The leaves of the sycamore trees around the tombstone fluttered and danced, like thousands of emerald hands clapping.

Rose and gardenia petals in the flowerbed broke free from the branches, intertwining in the air to form a colorful snowfall.

Sunlight shines through the swirling petals and leaves, refracting into a rainbow of colors and enveloping the entire cemetery in a dreamlike atmosphere.

Lin Yuan was stunned, and the metal piece between his thumb and forefinger quietly retracted.

He looked up at the unexpectedly beautiful scenery, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

Petals fell on his shoulder, and one rose petal even playfully stuck to the tip of his nose.

Mr. Eisen stood to the side, tears welling up in his cloudy eyes.

He reached out his trembling hand and caught a swirling gardenia petal, whispering, "Luna...is this your answer?"

The wind gradually subsided, but a faint floral fragrance still lingered in the air.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, turned to Mr. Eisen, and smiled warmly: "It seems Aunt Luna approves of this decision even more than I expected."

A sycamore leaf drifted slowly down in front of the tombstone, landing perfectly on the diagnosis report, like a final seal.

Mr. Eisen spread his hand out to Lin Yuan: "Give it to me!"

"Here you go, the wild continent of Africa awaits you!"

……

……

"Wow!!! Wow!!!"

Meng Tao suddenly jumped up from the sofa, shook his head sleepily, and his ears accurately picked up the crying coming from the nursery upstairs.

He glanced at his watch—3:17 a.m.

"Here we go again, you little devil..." he muttered, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

He tiptoed into the nursery, careful not to wake Scarlett, who had just fallen asleep next door.

Under the warm yellow nightlight, the little one in the crib was kicking his legs, crying until his face was red. "Hey, little lion, what's wrong?" Meng Tao said softly, reaching out to pick up the baby.

The little guy's crying subsided a bit as soon as he touched his father's chest, but the wet diaper clearly made him very uncomfortable.

Meng Tao skillfully held the baby with one hand while using the other to pull off the diaper, her movements gentle yet efficient.

He looked down at the crying little face—the mixed-race baby's features were exquisitely beautiful, with Scarlett's eyes, his nose, and his tiny mouth pouting as if protesting the injustice of the world.

"Okay, okay, Daddy's here." He smiled, gently wiping her with a wet wipe before changing her into a clean diaper.

The little guy finally quieted down, staring at him with his round eyes, his little hands unconsciously gripping his collar.

Meng Tao's heart is incredibly soft.

He held the baby and gently rocked him, but his thoughts drifted back to more than a year ago—

At that time, he and Scarlett were almost in despair.

He had undergone tubal ligation years ago, but the reversal surgery failed. The doctor shook his head and said, "The chances of conceiving naturally are extremely low. If you want to have a child, you can only do in vitro fertilization by collecting sperm from outside the body."

What does test tube mean?
This means Scarlett will have to take hormones and have her eggs retrieved, putting her under tremendous physical and mental stress.

They tried once, but failed.

Scarlett lay on the hospital bed, her face pale, but she still smiled at him: "It's okay, let's try again."

Meng Tao almost broke down.

He would rather not have a child than see her suffer any more.

Then, Lin Yuan arrived.

The guy mysteriously tossed him a bottle of potion; it looked quite ordinary.

“Drink it,” Lin Yuan said, “and then go try it.”

Meng Tao was skeptical, but determined to try anything, he tilted his head back and gulped it down.

result……

A month later, Scarlett held the pregnancy test, her hands trembling.

“Meng Tao…” her voice trembled, “We… are pregnant.”

Even now, when Meng Tao thinks about what happened that day, it still feels like a dream.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Scarlett's voice suddenly came from the doorway. She was leaning against the door frame, her blonde hair disheveled, her eyes filled with sleepiness and a smile.

Meng Tao snapped out of his daze, looked down at the baby in his arms, then looked up at his wife, his eyes welling up with tears.

“I’m thinking…” his voice was slightly hoarse, “Our little lion is truly a miracle.”

Scarlett walked over, gently leaned on his shoulder, and stroked the baby's cheek with her fingers.

“Yes,” she said softly, “Lin Yuan has created a miracle once again.”

"..." Meng Tao: "Don't blame me for taking things too seriously if you talk like that!"

"what are you thinking!"

Scarlett snapped out of her daze, blushed, and pinched Meng Tao's thigh hard.

Meng Tao laughed and hugged Scarlett tightly: "Hahaha! I became a dad before Depp!"

Although the night was tiring, it was filled with a sense of happiness.

……

……

In Los Angeles at midnight, the city lights gradually dimmed, but floors 6 through 21 of the Lin Yuan Entertainment Building remained brightly lit, like daytime.

The glass curtain wall reflects the flashing blue light of hundreds of monitors, and from a distance, the entire building looks like a vertical movie dream factory, continuously burning the flame of creativity in the night.

This scene completely overturned the Hollywood stereotype of "never working overtime"—not because of capital exploitation, but because the conditions offered by Lin Yuan were too tempting.

When base salaries are directly benchmarked against the industry's top level, project bonuses have no upper limit, and even the break room is equipped with Michelin-starred chefs, this group of film fanatics spontaneously launched "Roll King Mode," vowing to bombard cinemas worldwide with creativity.

In Nolan's studio on the 21st floor, disassembled diagrams of IMAX cameras covered an entire smart whiteboard;
Eastwood's team is working overnight on location for a Western film;
The special effects rendering of Johnston's new MonsterVerse game on the 9th floor made the server room buzz.
Miller's storyboard for the Mad Max sequel has already covered three glass walls.

All this frantic racing stems from the addition of two heavyweight directors last month – Cameron brought his deep-sea exploration equipment to the newly built "Pandora Laboratory" on the 22nd floor.

Spielberg, on the other hand, opened the "E.T. Workshop" on the top floor. The addition of these two film legends caused the creative hormone concentration in the entire building to explode.

Everyone was engrossed in their work, but the only dimly lit space was the "Coen Studio" on the 22nd floor.

This veteran director has been lying low for the past two years.

Apart from completing the "King of Spies" series, which he had been in charge of, he has hardly made any other movies, and he has even completely handed over the production of "Fast & Furious".

Even under these circumstances, Coen's studio has the highest total box office among all the studios!

This can only be described as the "King of Spies" series being just too bizarre!

Having filmed for so many years, it has not only shown no signs of decline, but has also set new records every time.

Several directors angrily asked Coen, "Why is it so hard to beat you? What kind of achievement is the ceiling for the 'Lord of Spies' film series?"

Director Cohen shrugged helplessly: "I don't know either. It just depends on when Lin Yuan runs out of new ideas. By the way, he just went to the International Space Station to film. Maybe next time, he'll be filming on the moon?"
Haha, you guys need to step up your game! It's so boring letting me win like this!

"F*CK!"*6
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Inside the private rooms of "Matsukawa," a top-tier restaurant in Ginza, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

Kamiizumi sat kneeling in the main seat. This Shinkage-ryu swordsman was unusually dressed today in a dark blue kimono instead of his dojo uniform.

He slowly poured sake into everyone's cups, the amber liquid swirling gently in the porcelain glasses.

"I never imagined I'd actually see a competition like this in my lifetime." Tsukahara Nobuyuki stroked the unsharpened ancient sword at his waist, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone present.

Sumo Yokozuna Hakuho's massive frame almost occupied two seats, while Fedor Emelianenko, already a legend in weaponized combat, was exchanging ideas with his old friend, Zhang Long, a kendo master from mainland China.

The outstanding participants from Lin Yuan's first Kendo Tournament were also present, and in the past year, they have all become masters in their respective fields.

In addition, there were more than a dozen other masters who are also considered titans of the fighting world.

The paper door suddenly slid open, and the waiter led in the last guest—GAKKI-chan.

Yagyu Kamitsu rose to greet her, the sleeves of his twelve-layered kimono tracing an elegant arc in the air: "Miss Aragaki, we've been waiting for you."

The others also stood up and bowed to GAKKI-chan, saying, "Welcome, Ms. Aragaki! We're so grateful to have you here again!"

GAKKI greeted them one by one with a smile.

She knew that everyone present was a titan in the world of combat sports.

The reason they respect themselves is that they respect Lin Yuan, who is behind them.

After everyone was seated, and GAKKI-chan took her seat in the center, Bai Pengxiang immediately asked urgently, "Ms. Aragaki..."

Has Mr. Lin really agreed? Without his technical guidance, we have no confidence in successfully organizing this unprecedented dance competition!

GAKKI smiled and took out a USB drive, handing it to Kamiizumi Sai: "What Lin Yuan wants to say to you is all on this."

Kamiizumi nodded and took out a holographic projector from his pocket, placing it on the table.

Amidst flashes of blue light, Lin Yuan's 3D image appeared in the center of the dining table: "Hello everyone, please forgive me for being so busy filming lately; I can only communicate with you through a video!"

"Thank you for your hard work, teacher!"

Everyone present bowed to Lin Yuan's image.

Even though Lin Yuan couldn't see their movements at all.

But they instinctively felt awe.

Over the years, Lin Yuan's martial arts abilities, demonstrated through various one-way martial arts tournaments, have astonished everyone.

Is there really such a martial arts genius in the world?
No, he is the embodiment of martial arts!

To this day, it can be said that there is no martial artist in the world with any skill level who has not learned the techniques taught by Lin Yuan.

It can be said that Lin Yuan is the teacher of all martial artists in the world.

Now, the grand event that everyone has been looking forward to is finally here.

In the video, Lin Yuan says with a smile: "Next year, when the weather warms up and flowers bloom, the first 'Unrestricted Fighting Tournament' will be held in Nanyue City, where the climate is as mild as spring."

Welcome to the competition for a $10 billion prize pool!

I will attend the conference, provide technical guidance, and even compete against the ultimate winner!

"Yeah!"

"awesome!"

"Fantastico!"

“Φανταστικ!”

"!"

“Удивительно!”

"Su Qing らしい!"

GAKKI couldn't help but smile as she looked at these martial arts masters who were as excited as children.

This is another new beginning, destined to bring yet another glorious chapter. (End of Chapter)