Collapse Iron: I just transmigrated! You want me to save the Black Tower?!

Fei Xiao laughed without any restraint: "Isn't that pretty much in line with your role? Advance the plot, then gracefully exit, then advance the plot again, then gracefully exit again—"

"Feixiao, are you trying to make your presence felt because you feel like you don't have enough screen time?"

"I have few scenes?" Fei Xiao raised an eyebrow. "I did get to fight a few times, you should check the comments from the Xianzhou viewers, they're all praising how handsome I am."

"Alright, alright," Hua couldn't help but interrupt them, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly. "We played both good and bad characters on this trip to Xianzhou, and in the end we were even mocked by the people of Fengrao in the barrage. It's pretty embarrassing to talk about it."

"It's not shameful at all." Yan Qing suddenly appeared out of nowhere, holding a prop sword, her eyes sparkling. "General, the audience all say you acted well! Someone even made a meme of you, the one with the line 'The Immortal Boat will naturally reply,' paired with that 'read but no reply' emoji, it's gone viral on the forum!"

Jingyuan's smile froze for a moment.

Feixiao laughed even louder.

Hu Yuanjun laughed heartily: "Don't mention those bunch of weird memes. That part with Feng Raomin probably wasn't a genuine expression of emotion."

Jing Yuan and Hu Yuanjun exchanged a glance and gave a wry smile: "We thought it was a good thing that the director said he chose Luofu and Fanghu as the main filming locations, but the last one turned out to be worse than the last."

Kouyuan-kun shrugged.

"That's nothing, it's just that Master Long was afraid to go out for a while, and he almost developed a psychological trauma from being scolded."

Feixiao took a freshly made wreath from somewhere and placed one on everyone's head.

"To be honest, in this drama, Jing Yuan wasn't portrayed as a villain, but Yao Guang was really handsome. In the name of General Yao Guang of the Jade Palace, I respectfully request the Emperor Bow Master to cast a glance upon me."

Yao Guang shook his head.

"Can this really be considered a highlight?"

"They're much better than us, aren't they?"

At the other end of the set, Potio was struggling with the prop gun.

The revolver he used in the show was clearly made of real materials, but the trigger was stuck. He was cursing and trying to take it apart when ScrewGumu, who was next to him, couldn't stand it and helped him fix it.

"Thanks, Screw King." Potio took the gun, twirled it twice, and his tone suddenly became emotional. "But to be honest, I'm quite happy to be involved in this movie. Although I don't have many scenes, every scene is exciting, especially the ones on the Immortal Boat. Even though they were special effects, I really enjoyed pulling the trigger."

“I wrote the ballistic data for that scene,” Screws said calmly. “Your scene was reshot seven times.”

"..."

Potio decided to take back his earlier thanks.

The tables at the wrap party were pushed together in a long row, and they were covered with all sorts of takeout food that no one knew who had ordered.

The catering department of Interstellar Peace Company had clearly put in a lot of effort; several dishes were decorated with amber-colored flags bearing the gold lettering "All for the Amber King," and a label next to them read: 20% off, reimbursement upon presentation of receipt.

Toppa was confirming the reimbursement amount with Sandstone. Sandstone had a look on his face that said, "What's the point of confirming such a small amount of money?" But Toppa insisted, "You said you would approve 1 billion before, that was for the sake of the plot. Now, for the wrap party expenses, please go through the proper financial procedures."

"Look over there."

Sand Gold pointed in the direction of Jiang Jiu and the Black Tower, "That's where the Star God and the Envoy of Wisdom reside. Look over there, all the company's top executives are there. Are you sure you want to discuss formal financial procedures in this kind of setting?"

Toppa paused for two seconds, then put the expense report away.

Xing was at the other end of the long table, staring at a plate of something that looked like coffee jelly, deep in doubt.

She poked the dark brown, gelatinous substance with her fork. The substance wobbled twice, emanating an aura that instinctively made one want to back away.

"Who ordered this?!"

"Coffee jelly made by Ms. Himeko herself."

On Sunday, she passed by carrying a plate, her tone calm, only her ears slightly turned back, "She said it was to commemorate the famous scene of Uncle Yang drinking it all in one go in the carriage."

Uncle Yang heard this from afar, pushed up his glasses, his expression calm, but his feet unconsciously moved two steps away from the dining table.

Aglaia and Crydella stood at the entrance of the film set, surrounded by a group of actors from Onpharos.

Sai Fei'er sat next to Jiang Yin, her tail wrapped around Jiang Yin's arm twice, her ears standing straight up, baring her teeth at a reporter who was trying to interview her.

"Miss Saifei! What are your thoughts on the character being repeatedly crushed by reincarnation in the drama?"

"Thoughts?" Sai Fei'er squinted. "My thought is that if I get to play this kind of role again, I'll pay more, a lot more."

Jiang Yin looked down at her, a smile in her eyes: "Didn't you say you weren't short of money?"

"Money is just an external thing, but attitude is very important!"

Aglaia asked, somewhat puzzled, "Are you short of money? You can use my card."

Sai Fei'er showed no mercy.

Xi Lian and Xia Die were bombarded with questions from all directions and couldn't stop.

Wan Di held a chicken leg in his hand, munching on it while complaining, "Wasn't it said that Onpharos had the most screen time? Why did I only appear in a few shots?"

"And another thing, that 30 million reincarnations, the birth of the Iron Tomb, the destruction of the entire world... how did you come up with these outrageous plots?"

“The script for the thirty million reincarnations was written by Lai Gushi,” Na Kexia said, walking over with a cup of tea. “We’re just acting according to it.”

Wan Di nearly choked on his chicken leg: "Is there something wrong with him?"

"To be precise, it was the psychological trauma caused by Bo Shizun," Na Kexia corrected. "He may have transformed the trauma into creative motivation?"

"That's some serious creative drive! Thirty million times! That's almost beyond human reality."

Sai Fei'er peeked out from Jiang Yin's arms and interjected, "He only wrote the script, but we're acting out the real cycle of reincarnation! Ask Bai E and Xi Lian, how many times more lines do they have than you!"

Bai Er silently raised his well-worn script.

Xi Lian leaned over for a look and laughed, "It's alright, I don't feel tired at all. Compared to this, I think the Fire Thief's character is more difficult to portray. On the surface, he looks fierce, but inside he's always bleeding. It's really complicated~"

Wan Di looked at Xi Lian, then at Bai E, and hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

He wanted to say that the two of them seemed to be enjoying themselves, but he swallowed the words back.

Forget it, the people of Onpharos are all a bit abnormal, and I'm from Onpharos too, so I'm not quite normal either.

The level of chaos at wrap parties is increasing exponentially.

Portio pulled out a bottle that looked like alcohol from somewhere and started to challenge Screwgoom to a drinking contest. Screwgoom politely explained that he was an android and didn't need to consume alcohol. Portio replied that he could consume lubricant instead.

Black Swan stood in a corner of the set, holding several light cones that she had just hand-rubbed.

The special memory bubbles produced by Liuguang Yiting can store memory fragments. She originally just wanted to take these light cones back to archive them, but they were spotted by the sharp-eyed March 7 as soon as she took them out.

"Light cones! Are they the light cones from the show?!" March 7th dragged Xing over, her eyes shining brightly. "Do you have a photo of Jiang Jiu and Black Tower together?! Do you have one? Do you have one? Do you have one?!"

Before Black Swan could answer, Star had already reached out and taken the top one.

It was a candid shot. In the image, Jiang Jiu was standing next to the signal tower at the top of the space station, leaning loosely against a pillar. Hei Ta was standing next to him, and the two were very close.

The background is the burning remains of the Iron Tomb, and the dark red flames reflect on their profiles. Jiang Jiu's expression is calm, while Hei Ta tilts his head slightly, as if he is saying something to him.

“I’ll take this one,” Xing said, holding the light cone in her arms. “Name your price.”

"This is my private archive—"

"I'll offer 50,000 credits."

"...?"

Isn't that a bit too little?

Toppa had somehow joined in, his gaze falling on the cone of light before turning to the gold dust: "How much of a premium do you think this kind of souvenir deserves?"

Sand Gold shook his head: "Priceless."

"Should the company be acquired?"

"It's too late."

Ms. Xu Zhao was currently huddled in a corner, surrounded by sketchbooks and snack wrappers. She exuded a complex aura, as if she had spent three days and three nights editing photos until her soul left her body, but seeing the final product made it all worthwhile.

Her pen continued to move, quickly capturing scenes from the wrap party: Potio and Slugum bickering, Saifei breathing on the interviewers, Jiang Yin waving to Jiang Jiu, and Wan Di's chicken leg...

“Ms. Xu Zhao,” Yun Li squatted down next to her and asked in a low voice, “when will you be able to release the painting you drew of Jiang Jiu lying at the bottom of the pit looking at the starry sky?”

Xu Zhao didn't even look up: "Wait until next month."

"We have to wait until next month?!"

"Of course, I'm busy blurring QR codes."

The backdrop for the photo area was made overnight by the props team. It featured a panoramic view of the side of the Starry Sky Train, with the words "Congratulations on the wrap-up of 'The End of the Parallel Worlds'" written in gold lettering next to it.

Pam stood in front of the backdrop, holding a huge sign that read, "No use of any form of destiny power during the group photo, Pam." The handwriting was crooked and obviously added at the last minute.

March 7th pushed Jiang Jiu and Hei Ta to the center position, then squeezed herself next to Hei Ta. Xing automatically stood on the other side of Jiang Jiu. Dan Heng stood silently on the far side. Ji Zi and Uncle Yang stood side by side. Sunday stood next to Dan Heng with her arms crossed and her ears slightly open.

Walter adjusted his glasses, his gaze falling on the cup of coffee jelly that no one had drunk from outside the camera's view, and he silently breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Fei Xiao dragged Hua He and Yao Guang over, followed by Jing Yuan and Hu Yuanjun, and then Yan Qing and Yun Li, who had been shaken awake by Yan Qing. "The Immortal Boat Alliance hasn't even finished filming yet! We can't be left behind!"

Hua was nearly knocked off balance by her tugging, and the wreath in her hand tilted to one side: "Feixiao, could you please be a little gentler—"

"cannot!"

Jing Yuan followed slowly at the back, a somewhat helpless smile on his face, and walked to the edge of the photo area, standing right next to Dan Heng.

The two exchanged a glance, Dan Heng nodded slightly, and Jing Yuan also nodded, then simultaneously looked away, pretending nothing had happened.

“We’re here too!” Aglaia led the people of Onfaros over. Saifei jumped down from Jiang Yin’s arms, rushed to the front row of the photo area, squatted down, swept her tail on the ground twice, and struck a very photogenic pose.

“Wait a minute,” Screwgoom asked politely, “which side should the omnics stand on?”

“Just stand next to me.” Potio patted him on the shoulder. “Anyway, I haven’t thanked you for fixing the gun yet.”

"I just received your thanks, and then lost them in three seconds."

That's because you say such hurtful things.

"I don't have this feature."

"So now you have it!"

A flash of light streaks across the screen, and the image freezes.

Jiang Jiu stood in the center of the crowd, with Hei Ta beside him. The little Hei Ta doll on his shoulder had somehow come out of standby mode and was now wrapped around his arms, with a slight upturn at the corners of its mouth.

"One more shot!" March 7th shouted. "This time, everyone shouldn't look at the camera. We need that kind of natural, casual yet carefully designed natural feel!"

"Your request is so contradictory!"

"Just take the picture! One, two, three—eggplant!"