How could that be allowed? What does that mean?

Just as he was wondering, Fang Yue’s message came again.

"It must be uncensored! High definition and uncensored! Full face exposure!"

"Also, have the post-production team use the coolest font to put my ID name in big letters above my head."

"In addition, for the battle process, add all the local effects, global effects, whole-body effects, lighting effects, everything that can be added."

"Every attack, every block, every dodge, even a turn and a glance of my character must have special effects. Make it as cool as possible, as domineering as possible. Special effects must be top-notch!"

"On my character, add wings if possible, and if wings can't be added, add a halo. Every time I fight a monster, there must be light pollution. You can decide what color, I can accept anything, just fill it with special effects!"

"Finally, at the end of the video, be sure to add a line of golden, glittering characters."

In a dimly lit room, many people were lying sprawled on the floor.

They looked different, were of different ages, but all wore a game watch on their wrists.

This was his studio.

Jingse Studio.

Jingse Studio was only established yesterday.

That's not entirely accurate. To be precise, it was established this year, but the members had not been gathered together until now.

He patted a fat man's cheek, and the game watch on the fat man's wrist immediately emitted a warning red light. After a while, the fat man exited the game and opened his eyes.

"Boss? What's wrong?"

"Something happened in my novice village..."

Jing Yan was about to turn the topic to recording and post-processing issues when he saw the fat man perk up.

"Me too!"