The huge wave sweeping the anime world

"Have you recovered?"

Heisenberg looked at Morgans, whose expression became more and more perverted the more he imagined it, and he began to regret telling him everything directly.

Could it be that it knows too much and its CPU is overwhelmed because it can't process so much data?

Not really. After all, he is the king of newspapers in the world and one of the kings of the dark world. He should at least have some acceptance.

"What do you want me to do?"

Morgans stuck out his long tongue and licked the corner of his mouth unconsciously. He liked people who played straight. He was most annoyed by those who kept telling riddles, like "riddlers" who had to break down a sentence into words and punctuation marks.

"Five thousand years ago, this place was once a world of hunters. Although people did not live and work in peace and contentment, they all had their own place. The sky was still as blue as before, the grass was as green as before, and the blood that flowed when people died was as red as before."

Heisenberg paused again and slowly poured himself a new cup of coffee.

He looked so naturally thirsty, but in fact it had been a long time since he had tried so hard to fool people, and he forgot the words for a moment.

Fortunately, Morgans couldn't see through his true colors, so he came as he pleased.

"The Dark Continent destroyed everything and then returned to peace, but I survived because I took the herbs from the Dark Continent."

"In these five thousand years, I have heard of kingdoms that fell into obscurity; I have held a sword, year after year; I have climbed to the top of mountains and fallen to the bottom of valleys, both of which have benefited me a lot; I once wanted to die but couldn't, now I don't care about death; I once existed for killing; I lived in the luster of light and darkness, and became the gray that has been lingering."

The continuous parallel output made Morganse, who was trying hard to absorb the information, feel numb. He just praised you for not being a riddle man, but ended up using pedantic clichés.

However, despite all the complaints, those sentences are pretty good and pleasant to listen to, and it feels like each paragraph is full of stories.

Is it his previous life experience?

Seeing the confusion on Morgans' face, Heisenberg knew that he had fooled him.

"You don't have to be so confused. I just finished the Ant Chapter before I disappeared. It's still a long way to go before the Dark Continent. It's normal that you don't understand. I will draw it for you bit by bit later."

"The past is past, and the dust it turned into has long been blown away. Now, let's discuss something more realistic. The past is meaningless if no one remembers it."

Heisenberg put down his coffee, picked up the pen on the table, and began to write something on the white paper, giving Morgans some time to think.

"Just tell me, it makes my head hurt. What do you want me to do?"

Morgans could hear how much room the content of the old vernacular left for him. Although he could write something about it, it was a bit too far-fetched.

Isn't this the best time to negotiate terms?

"I don't have too many requirements. I just want to help you develop the value of "If the Three Days of Light Deceived Me" so that more people can know about these people who have passed away."

Heisenberg handed the paper to Morgans, who looked at the messy handwriting on it in a daze.

"I'm afraid your ambition is not limited to just making "If the Three Days of Light Deceived Me" a world-famous masterpiece. And what are these twisted and crooked words that look like insects crawling?"

Morgans didn't want to beat around the bush. As a journalist who was good at digging up information, although he had the experience of waiting for days or even months for a piece of news, he had retired from being a frontline reporter for many years and no longer had the patience.

"Just make some money from this first. I've researched your work on the peripheral products of "If the Light Deceives Me", and to be honest, I feel like you're just wasting money. The accessories and figurines you're launching now are no different from throwing money into the sea."

"That piece of paper is useless. It's just a way to practice Nen. However, it's very difficult. After all, your current environment is not the same as it was back then. Without my assistance, unless you are a genius, it would be impossible for you to awaken Nen."

Hearing this, Morgans looked carefully at the ant words on the paper, but still couldn't make any sense of them.

"Let's talk about Bailey, no, about making money."

Compared to the unknown terror, Morgans prefers the immediate benefits.

"It's all done step by step. Remember the illustrations I always drew on the first page of each chapter?"

Heisenberg's idea was to learn the promotional tactics from the game companies in the original world and expand the influence step by step.

"I remember that the painting was pretty good. I even asked people from other branches under me to make some three-dimensional paintings and made some money."

Those noble lords might not spend a fortune on a novel commission, but their sons and daughters were at the age of admiration and yearning, especially the noble ladies and young women, who would buy them as soon as they could.

"Produce some paper cards and sell them along with your newspapers. Put one on the front page of every issue and launch a series of activities to increase its value."

Heisenberg briefly explained his ideas.

Morgans shook his head repeatedly in denial.

"You're thinking too simply. Although the paintings I made are not valuable, they took a lot of hard work from the craftsmen. I'm afraid your simple paper cards won't be very profitable. Not only will the profits be limited, but they may also damage the reputation that "If the Three Days of Light Deceived Me" has worked so hard to build."

Heisenberg raised his right eyebrow and a helpless smile appeared on his face.

He thought that in order to be more direct, he simply said a few words, but he didn't expect that he would misunderstand him first.

"The paper card is definitely not an ordinary paper card. I have lived for more than 5,000 years and have seen everything. How could I use such a broken thing to fool people?"

Heisenberg took out a card from his pocket. This card was not simple. It was a fine product that he had made by spending some biomass.

"Oh, it's very beautiful. If everything is like this, then I can still consider it. It's just that the painting is not satisfactory. This is a small problem. I will spend some money and a large group of painters will rush to paint for you."

Morgans touched the card a few times. It felt smooth, a little cool, and a little heavy. He wondered if it would be troublesome to mass-produce it.

"You've thought it through. Don't worry. I've already considered everything except the sales channels and the graphics."

Heisenberg slammed his hands on the table and used the force to stand up. He felt uncomfortable sitting in the same posture all the time. Why didn't he notice it before?

"That's fine, I just picked your peaches, and I feel a little guilty about it."

Morgans didn't believe that was all.