My game, you have no right to award

Chapter 212 Through

"call……"

The water flowed down his face, and the cool touch invigorated Chu Hong, who also unconsciously blew out a breath.

The tap water flowing from the faucet partially dripped onto the skin of the face, while the rest fell into the sink, swirling towards the drain and disappearing.

Looking up, Chu Hong saw the man in the mirror with a slightly furrowed brow and faint dark circles under his eyes. He subconsciously shook his head.

He flicked the water droplets off his face, scattering them all over the table, but didn't care. He just looked at himself in the mirror again.

After shaking off the moisture from my eyelashes, I could see it more clearly this time, but the frowning man still hadn't disappeared; he was still standing there, staring at the mirror.

is himself.

Because there is fire in your eyes.

A familiar voice popped out from some corner of my mind.

Chu Hong looked at himself in the mirror, shook his head, turned around, picked up a towel, and vigorously wiped his face.

Then he went outside to find a hairdryer and dried his hair, which was damp from the shower.

He takes a shower first, then washes his face; that's his habit.

While drying his hair with the lowest heat setting, Chu Hong was lost in thought.

It's still early.

But the earlier you go, the more time you can utilize.

but……

Chu Hong closed his eyes, and the game's visuals appeared in his mind, along with the scenes of the animated adaptation he envisioned, which he would direct himself.

For some reason, he felt that the images today were unusually clear.

It was so clear that it seemed as if he could pick up a digital pen and draw the scene in his mind.

Is it an illusion? Or just a misperception?
Chu Hong had a similar misconception when he tried to draw storyboard sketches before.

He thought he could draw them, but as soon as he picked up the pen, it was as if all his inspiration had vanished with the wind.

Only a few remained who followed him, helping him desperately pursue those inspirations.

In the end, whether it was because of adding a superfluous ending or running out of ideas, he had no choice but to give up and start over.

It's so hard, really so hard.

Suddenly, he shuddered and instinctively dropped the hairdryer in his hand.

"hiss!"

He touched his hair and felt it was slightly hot.

It turned out that he had been spacing out for too long, and the hairdryer was getting closer and closer to his hair, blowing directly on one section of hair, which quickly brought up the temperature of that section of hair.

Even the lowest heat setting can't withstand prolonged exposure to direct airflow.

Almost making his hair steam, Chu Hong quickly rubbed his hair with his palms to cool it down.

After calming down, he recalled the storyboard he had conceived in his mind and found that it was still as clear as ever.

It was as eye-catching as a brand-new red 100-yuan bill falling to the ground.

But people's first reaction is definitely not to pick it up quickly, but rather—was this thrown away for advertising?

Just like Chu Hong at this moment, he seriously doubted whether he could turn the inspiration in his mind into something real.

However, Schrödinger's cat has already proven that the only way to know whether a cat is dead or alive is to open the sealed box first.

Chu Hong put on his clothes, picked up his backpack full of tools, walked to the door, and took a deep breath.

Only those who dare to let the fire in their hearts ignite into a raging inferno...

He pushed open the door, and the large windows in the hallway let the sunlight stream into the room without reservation, pulling him out of the shadows.

...only then can one rise to prominence.

He silently recited these words to himself and walked out of the room.

Outside the window, the blue sky and white clouds stretched as far as the eye could see.

The sun was shining brightly at that moment.

……

……

……

When Zhou Kuang arrived at the office, he found that Chu Hong was already working in the room that had been prepared in advance.

Heying Vision kept its word and sent someone over to supervise the other party's painting progress.

Zhou Kuang went up and chatted with the other person for a few words, then walked to the door and looked inside through the transparent glass door.

I don't know if those two props worked or not.

Zhou Kuang thought to himself.

He got up a little earlier this morning and didn't use up both props until 5:30.

Considering that he and Heying Vision had agreed on a three-day timeframe, it wasn't actually as strict as he had imagined.

All Chu Hongneng needs to do is submit the storyboard on the morning of the fourth day, before they go to the meeting.

Even though someone is supervising, if it really takes several extra hours, the other party is unlikely to find fault.

Ultimately, the final result is what matters most.

Does it really matter whether Chu Hong completed it in such a short time, whether it was three and a half days, three days, or two and a half days?

It's not a race, after all.

The purpose of Heying Vision was to verify Chu Hong's qualifications, not to deliberately make things difficult for him.

Therefore, considering that Chu Hong would most likely not secretly paint during the first few hours of the first day, Zhou Kuang delayed the activation time of the props by a few hours.

At 5:30 in the morning, it wouldn't interfere with Chu Hong's morning brainstorming; it seemed like a fairly comprehensive approach.

Ultimately, the closer people get to the deadline, the more tasks they accomplish.

Even if it's completed a week or a month in advance, it's possible to finish at the same point in time.

Watching Chu Hong sit in front of the screen, drawing on the digital display with a digital pen, Zhou Kuang could only calm down and patiently wait for the result.

Haste makes waste; now we can only wait and see what the other side does.

……

Meanwhile, Chu Hong seemed to be divinely inspired, his mind filled with wild fantasies!

He couldn't wait to start writing the storyboard as soon as he arrived at the office in the morning.

After finding the office that Brother Kuang had prepared for him and organizing all his equipment, Chu Hong sat down in front of the computer.

Although it wasn't his usual familiar environment, he still tried his best to arrange everything in a way that he knew well, hoping to reduce the feeling of unfamiliarity as much as possible.

Only in an environment where he feels comfortable and at peace can he concentrate fully and produce high-quality work with maximum efficiency.

The moment he opened the software, picked up the digital pen, and touched the pen tip to the screen, he knew he was wrong.

Big mistake!

That's so wrong it couldn't be more outrageous!

The inspiration in Chu Hong's mind did not disappear; instead, it transformed into something extremely clear... no, it could no longer be considered a "thing"!

He saw the storyboard!

Yes, he clearly saw what "The Mysterious Mountains and Seas" would look like as a 2D animated film!
Every scene, every second, every frame.

He saw it all.

That was inspiration condensed to its extreme, transforming from the void into a tangible mark, directly imprinted in his blood and marrow.

Chu Hong's hands moved unconsciously.

One stroke after another.

And so, sketches representing storyboards emerged from his hands.

He felt he was in particularly good shape today, and the storyboards he drew proved it.

The brushstrokes in his hand moved swiftly and gracefully across the digital screen, landing precisely where he intended. Then, with flawless pressure, he applied the "ink charm" to the sketch.

The brushstrokes are sometimes sharp as a knife, each stroke distinct and angular. At other times, they are soft as water, each stroke warm and smooth as jade.

Even the inspirations that came to him appeared more promptly than usual.

Normally, he needs to stop what he's doing and wait for an idea to come to him before he can start drawing, but today, it's the other way around!
Chu Hong's animation storyboards still maintain the dark style of the original "Youming Shanhai", but at the same time, they are transformed into a two-dimensional animation style.

The animation style, which should have been more vivid, was perfectly combined with the dark art style, which should have been realistic. The contrast between the two perfectly illustrates what it means for one plus one to be greater than two.

His paintings no longer seem to be flat panels, but rather truly transformed into continuous animations, ultimately becoming a three-dimensional world.

The ferocious monsters from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, combined with the gloomy world environment, seem to leap out as if baring their fangs and claws.

The emotional transitions between scenes are incredibly smooth, and the intensity of the fight scenes even creates a tense, suffocating feeling!
As Chu Hong painted, an unparalleled sense of joy welled up from the depths of his heart.

This was a completely new experience he had never had since birth!
The storyboard, which should have been less expressive than the game itself, now displayed a more vibrant visual impact than the original game visuals.

It was an illusion, a beautiful illusion.

While restricting more art forms, it has brought more room for imagination.

The more restrictions there are, the less restrictions there will be.

Chu Hong's storyboard is so perfect that it makes one wonder if the undrawn world outside the frame is also just as perfect.
The sun gradually rose from the east to its zenith, and the sunlight changed from slanting in through the window to direct midday sunlight.

Finally, the color faded, leaving a warm yellow hue in the sky.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly woke up.

Looking up, I realized it was already evening.

"What……"

He tried to reach for his phone, but his arm was stiff from holding the same pose for so long, and any movement of the muscles brought a sharp pain.

Chu Hong frowned and stroked his right arm.

However, when he looked down, he saw his digital screen, followed by the artwork on it.

He froze on the spot.

On the digital screen is a monster holding a giant rock; in the original game, he was the final boss of the third level.

The monster used a rock as a weapon and threw it at the player in the game.

However, in the storyboard, it is thrown at "itself".

These were not the reasons why Chu Hong was stunned.

He was stunned by the vitality of the storyboard.

The monster's rough skin with its textured lines, the green veins showing beneath its skin, the bulging veins on its dirty arms...

These are just the details of the storyboard, yet they are already many times more exquisite than the storyboards he usually draws.

What truly makes this painting exceptional is the look in the monster's eyes.

That pure, indescribable ferocity filled the entire panel, piercing the screen and reaching his heart!

What burns, cracks, and destroys is murderous intent.

Without any words, just by looking at the storyboard, one can understand the emotions that the painting wants to express.

The surrounding environment, with broken rocks and dust kicked up by the tremors, against a backdrop of a blood-red sky...

The storyboard in front of him seemed to come alive; Chu Hong even heard the roar of a monster.

The incredibly precise lines have transcended dimensions, allowing the monsters in the painting to break free from the boundaries and escape from the game world.

"This, this is what I drew?"

Chu Hong muttered to himself, a sense of bewilderment rising in his heart.

He was dumbfounded when he saw something that didn't look like a storyboard at all.

This is not a sketch, at least not a regular sketch.

A wave of hesitation washed over him, and he instinctively took a step back, the pen slipping from his hand and falling onto the table.

how come?
The progress has been too great... the difference is too big...

Such a huge difference did not bring immediate joy, but rather a sense of fear.

He stepped forward, flipped his storyboard forward, and started looking at it from the first page.

One, two, three...

Upon seeing the last image, Chu Hong's pupils suddenly contracted.

perfect.

This was the most perfect storyboard he had ever seen.

Even compared to his previous most prized storyboard designs, it was far superior.

"Heh...hehe...hehehaha...hahahahaha!"

Chu Hong suddenly laughed, then threw his head back and laughed loudly.

It cannot be explained; words cannot explain it.

The only explanation is that he wanted to direct the project so much that his willpower overcame everything.

It's a breakthrough, it's been achieved.

In short, there are no other possible explanations.

Although he didn't understand why he could draw it, he still clearly remembered every mark he made with his pen.

Chu Hong even felt that he could still make the same paintings at this moment.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

There was a sudden knock on the door. He steadied himself and stood up.

"Please come in!"

The door was pushed open, and a man he had never seen before appeared.

"Hello Mr. Chu, this is Heying Vision."

"May I see the storyboard you finished today? I'll take a picture of it as proof."

The other person waved their phone.

For some reason, Chu Hong's lips inexplicably curled up.

"Please."

He stepped aside to make way, and the other person thanked him and came over.

The other person had just picked up their phone and was stunned when they saw what was happening in the camera's view.

He stood there frozen for more than ten seconds before suddenly putting down his phone and sitting down without saying a word.

The room was completely silent, with only the sound of the other person swiping their screen.

A few minutes later, he shuddered and swayed.

A dozen seconds later, the other person suddenly turned around and looked at Chu Hong with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.

"Would you mind if I sent these storyboards to the company?"

"You want me to send you a copy?"

Chu Hong asked.

"correct."

"I need to ask the boss, please wait a moment."

He was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly realized that if he left, the other person would be alone in the room with his digital screen.

So Chu Hong said, "Please come with me, so I can explain to my boss."

"Ok."

The other person nodded and stood up.

(End of this chapter)