Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The wrinkles on Christopher's forehead deepened.

He held the microphone and ordered: "Pry open the basement."

Several patrolling staff members came upon hearing the news and pried open the lid of the basement with tools.

Teng.

The flashlight is on.

There is a bulge in the quilt.

Mary tiptoed over...

"Truman...?"

Open gently.

The woman screamed!

Inside, there was a large stuffed doll.

"Chris?!"

"Damn it, find him now!!"

boom!

The gloomy director slammed the table. The next moment, all the staff in the director's room started moving.

"Start cleaning from the third block—"

"Counterclockwise - wake up all the actors who are taking a break!"

"We found a hole from the basement leading to the backyard!"

Christopher stared at the countless screens in front of him with a gloomy face.

'Christopher...Christopher bless me...'

Truman's bedtime prayer lingered faintly in his ears.

Christopher…?

He thought of something: "To the port! The port!"

port?

Kevin was surprised. Because of what they had done to Truman when he was a child, the man was very afraid of the sea when he grew up. The port was the last place he would go.

"I said, go to the port."

Christopher glared at his men.

"…clear."

More than one hundred regular actors and more than thirty extras held hands and marched to the town's port, which was the edge of the studio, like soldiers entering a minefield ready to die.

This is a fake sea. At the end of the artificial swimming pool is the second exit of the studio.

"Turn on the artificial sun."

The strong sunlight illuminated the small town which was just entering nightfall.

As expected, the communication channel received surprised responses from the actors.

"We found him!!"

The camera zooms in.

On the sea, a man was singing as he rode the waves. He was paddling in a sailboat; the golden sunlight was sparkling on the water.

He waved to the people behind him, then continued rowing with a laugh.

Christopher bless me...

The director finally understood the meaning of the abrupt name in Truman's prayer.

Christopher.

Christopher Columbus

Coincidentally, the sailboat under his feet was named "Santa Maria", the same name as a ship in Columbus's fleet.

New World…

new world…

Truman,

You can't leave me.

Chapter 143 Extra: Truman and the Beardless God

Truman,

You can't leave me.

The director looked at the man who was laughing heartily on the screen. His smile contained a sincerity that had not been seen in more than 30 years.

"Turn on the weather control system," he ordered. "Create waves, hurricanes, heavy rain."

Kevin didn’t dare to execute it, and asked tentatively: “The water is deep - it may be risky.”

Truman can't swim.

"You've questioned me many times today."

Christopher looked at him. "Kevin, I say, turn on the weather control."

"…clear."

Pressing a few buttons in the director's room caused thunder in Truman's direction!

After the heavy rain came, thunder and lightning followed closely - huge waves began to hit the shaky sailboat, sweeping away a peeling white oar; he could not see the direction clearly, all he could see in front of him were exploding flashing sparks and rolling water.

The noise is in my ears and the wind and rain are in front of my eyes.

The whole world in sight was overturned by waves and hurricanes.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"come!"

"You can't kill me!"

Truman gripped the pillar like crazy, wrapped the rope around his arm with one hand, and howled at the lightning above his head!

"Hahahahaha! I'm an actor on an adventure!"

Huge waves surged into the sky.

"Come from the hypocritical world, to seek the truth!"

Smash the bow.

"You can't stop me-"

Lightning flashed.

"Nothing can stop a heart that longs for the truth!"

The hurricane overturned the ship.

thump.

A wave hits...

The people and the sailboat disappeared into the vast ocean.

At this moment, every audience in front of the TV was staring at the screen with burning eyes; they didn't know in which year the show would end, but they knew that this time, it should be Truman's final resistance.

"Chris?"

Kevin was getting more and more nervous. There was no trace of Truman and the ship on the screen.

"We can't kill people in front of billions of people!"

Christopher's tired eyes hid a strange look: "Why not?" He said: "I gave Truman life..."

“He was born on the show…”

"Maybe, I should die on the show..."

If this was the outcome, Christopher could accept it.

"Damn it! He's a human being! You're murdering him!" Kevin really couldn't accept it - not to mention Truman, that was a murder charge.

He didn't want to go crazy with this old guy.

Without hearing his answer, Kevin pulled the master control lever all the way down with all his strength - shutting off the controls for all natural phenomena.

The thick clouds gradually dispersed.

The sun shone again on the sea.

The boat flipped over like a white whale, and a pair of red-stiffened hands were digging into the grooves of the ropes. Then, the man emerged from the water and climbed onto the boat.

He rubbed his hair roughly, shaking off the water droplets like a big dog; then, he opened his arms and looked up at the camera device in the sky.

Roared madly!

"Columbus Arrives in His New World!!"

"Hahahahaha!"

thump—

The ram of the ship pierced through the wall painted with distant clouds and sea level.

There are even flocks of seagulls painted on the wall.

The fake...world was shattered.

Truman stood up tremblingly and jumped onto the concrete platform under the wall in three or two steps.

He moved along the narrow countertop and at the end of the wall was a locked door.

Emergency exit.

Yes, it is written.

He stared at the long door handle again and again, paced left and right in front of the door, scratching his ears and cheeks.

Do you want to open the door?

Opened the door...

Is this the real world?

I…

Can it be done?

In the real world.

Suddenly, a low and old voice came from a loudspeaker from somewhere.

The voice said, "Truman."

"You can't do it."

It seemed to be coming from the sea level - where he came from; or it might be in the sky or somewhere he couldn't see.

"who are you?"

"I am your father." The deep voice slowly said: "Truman... I know you. I saved you from being abandoned and raised you. It was me who made you a star... a big star all over the world."

"Truman...I built a sterile world for you."

"What you want to break free of is what everyone longs for."

Christopher held the microphone, and all the screens in front of him were showing the same picture: Truman hesitating in front of the door -