The city’s tallest landmark building: Steve Jobs Tower.
Thick clouds shrouded the moonlight, and a figure stood on the edge of the top floor. The robe wrapped around him was shaking.
"Chaos and evil are synonymous with this city..."
The city is full of lights, neon lights are flashing, and occasionally police sirens are heard in the night sky.
This late night was not peaceful.
"And I...will change everything..."
The figure swayed slightly, leaned forward and fell down the building——
The hunting wind whistled in his ears, and his black robe clung to his body. The blade of the scythe in his palm flickered, briefly cutting across the distorted city night scene.
The figure fell rapidly and straightly, and the strong wind blew, but it could not blow away the hood and the thick black mist.
The black shadow turned into a black line and fell straight to the ground from a high altitude in just a few seconds. When it was more than ten meters away from the ground, the figure lost some momentum, but it was still fast.
Chirp——
The figure was shot straight to the ground, and passers-by not far away were startled.
Mu Su's finger joints moved, he got up stiffly, covered his face and ran away.
Fortunately, late at night, there were not many cars and people on the road.
Mu Su drifted to a slightly remote street, and the shops on both sides were closed. There were no shops that were unique to the night, such as striptease bars and hotels, with neon lights flashing.
Passing the drunk young working women in front of the bar, ignoring the frivolous whistles from the scantily clad women, Mu Su moved forward, aimlessly browsing the city - and fighting crime.
【This is a sinful city...】
A low and hoarse voice slowly sounded.
"Um……?"
Mu Su, who had a sense of déjà vu at this sentence, looked sideways.
Perhaps the employees were careless when they got off work. In the window of the closed electrical appliance store, a TV was playing an animation program.
[Dirty and dirt are everywhere...]
In a standard American animation, several robbers emerged from a dark alley, covered the mouth of a graceful blonde beauty, and dragged her into the alley.
The scene is fixed on the high-heeled shoe that has been taken off.
【And I...will change everything...】
Suddenly, the hem of a black robe appeared in the camera lens.
[Someone needs to redeem it...]
The figure in black robe floats into the dark alley, and then the figure disappears and is revealed in the picture.
Wearing a black robe and holding a sickle.
Mu Su raised his eyebrows.
【Look! It’s our superhero, Lord Death!】
The narration on the TV suddenly became young and passionate, and then the opening song started.
Dang clang——
The sickle fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.
Mu Su froze on the spot for a few seconds, then picked up the sickle with a puzzled look on his face.
Huh? What's going on? Aren't you here to make people fear and gain screaming energy... Why was it made into an animation?
On an empty street at night, a luxury car drove up and parked behind Mu Su.
A fat man in a white suit with short curly hair stepped out of the back seat and came to Mu Su with emotion: "You're so quick."
Which one are you?
Mu Su looked sideways and subconsciously wanted to say something.
But in order to maintain his burden of death, he had to speak in a cold voice: "Who are you?"
King Charles smiled slightly, handed over a gilded business card and said: "Hello, Mr. Death, I am King Charles, the president of Morningside Entertainment and a famous agent."
"What's the matter?" Mu Su didn't pick him up.
King Charlie didn't mind either. He put away his business card, straightened his collar and said formally: "Your Excellency Death, on behalf of Morningside Entertainment Company, I would like to extend an invitation to you, inviting you to officially join our company and become our top star artist."
Mu Su was confused again.
Huh? What's going on? Didn't you come here to make people fear and gain screaming energy... How did you become a popular star?
Seeing that Mu Su did not refuse immediately, King Charles struck while the iron was hot: "We have prepared a series of business operations for you. Since your image and resume are very good, I don't think it will take long for you to become popular in this city, or even become popular.
In other cities, become a superstar that everyone is looking for!"
sounds good.
Matsumo rubbed his chin, but he seemed to have forgotten something?
King Charles smiled brightly and opened the car door to invite Mu Su.
Mu Su was about to get into the car when he suddenly looked at the sickle in embarrassment.
"You can put it in the trunk—"
The top agent helped open the trunk and put the sickle away like a bodyguard, then got back in the car and drove to the company.
Along the way, King Charles took the time to ask Mu Su many questions, such as what his name was, how his singing was, how his acting skills were, his true appearance, whether he minded the scandal with the actress, and whether he had any history of marriage or love.
Back at the company, King Charles arranged a place for Mu Su to rest, and then worked overtime to customize a plan for Mu Su to be alone.
Early the next morning, Chenxi Entertainment held a press conference and announced that Mu Su, the God of Death, would become its contracted artist.
As soon as the news came out, the whole world was shocked. King Charles struck while the iron was hot and arranged for Mu Su to attend the Golden Man Awards that started that night and walk on the red carpet to keep up the popularity.
The news about the God of Death is abuzz, but it is not without opposition. For example, a weekly magazine stated that this recently popular superhero and star does not have any works. I am afraid that he will be like a shooting star, appearing and disappearing just as quickly.
And at the same time...
Dawn Entertainment Company, recording studio.
The famous composer Stephen King shook his head slightly: "The voice of Lord Death is not very suitable for my work."
King Charles frowned and said, "You are a famous musician!"
Stephen King smiled bitterly: "I don't want to offend the God of Death. It's just...it's really difficult. I can't make music that matches the sound."
"I love you, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice~"
Suddenly, a cold and hoarse... melody echoed in the recording studio.
King Charles and Stephen King were slightly startled. The former was about to speak, but the latter slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "What a song! It gives people a strong contrast and makes people want to stop. Is this your original work?"
"Uh...that's right."
…
Three days later, Mu Su, the god of death, held a solo concert at the Lunar Stadium. In it, he sang his own lyrics, including Mouse Loves Rice; Perfume is Poisonous; Two Butterflies; We Are Different; Liu Jifen and other popular pop music, sparking heated discussions.
The concert was a great success.
On Sunday evening, Mu Su, the God of Death, was a guest on "Audra Interview", talking about the front and backstage and sharing his newly compiled experiences of hell.
"Can you show me your abilities?" Audra asked for the countless expectant audience.
"Okay." Mu Su nodded and controlled the audience to levitate into the air, eliciting bursts of exclamations and applause.
Everyone queued up to buy Mu Su's album and posters, and countless big directors rushed to invite him to film. Mu Su only took five days from the moment he was born to becoming a hit.
…
Mount Mandela, open-air hot spring on the top of the mountain.
Mu Su was lying on his back on the edge of the hot spring. A beautiful woman wearing only a scarf was sitting on her knees, cleaning Mu Su's finger joints with a small brush.
With the sky full of stars above his head, Mu Su was immersed in comfort.
Until a certain moment, Mu Su suddenly woke up and splashed with hot spring water.
