Chapter 259

If Leon could hear the Roar of the King of Drama, he probably couldn’t help but burst out laughing… If we had to say why, it would definitely be due to a dimensional difference in concepts.

Nothing else. The main preferences of various audience groups have long been summed up crystal clear under the massive data and归纳of the “Fast Food Era.”

Most men love the underdog’s revenge, enjoying the thrill of breaking free from the constraints of rules and succeeding against the odds. Meanwhile, the core route for female audiences is “special treatment,” where no matter how others are treated, they receive special attention.

This summary, while not absolute, does resonate with most ordinary people.

Thus, when Leon learned that both performances today were love dramas and after flipping through the city’s household registry confirmed that seventy percent of the attendees were female, the battle for control over the dramatic world was already without suspense.

The mature tricks from the fast food era may generally lack “nutritional” value, but for those experiencing them for the first time, their destructive power is absolutely off the charts. Using these on audiences who haven’t been exposed to industrial saccharine will surely hit the mark every time.

More crucially, creating a good play requires carefully laid groundwork, well-structured storylines, introspective monologues, and more. Only after all this is done can the final climax deliver a satisfying experience.

However, as the King of Drama controls the protagonists heading to the beach at night, preparing to miss the stars due to cloudy skies and make an agreement to look at them another day, “Mr. Joseph” has already bought two hundred and fifty carriages of fireworks, ready to spell out Agatha’s name in the sky.

As for the subtle foreshadowing? The promise to come back and see the stars next time?

Stop fooling around, alright?

When Leon’s five hundred loyal guards set off those two hundred and fifty carriages of fireworks, making even the moon nearly invisible, what kind of agreement could there possibly be? An agreement to come back and smell gunpowder again? The same goes for the costume ball, the great artist’s former residence, Green Snail Mountain Park, etc.

While one side is proceeding cautiously, trying to understand each other, the other side already holds ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, reciting lines about being the last and most beautiful rose, forcefully rushing towards the face with hundreds of high-salary hired professionals.

After pulling off this stunt, even if “Mr. Joseph’s” sudden approach doesn’t succeed, the King of Drama’s arranged scenes of getting to know each other and slowly building intimacy are bound to fail, instead becoming stark contrasts.

On one side, gaining affection relies on chatter, advancing the plot depends on noise, gifts need to be crafted, dates must navigate detours; on the other side, everything is prepared, always ahead, with fireworks above and flowers below.

One side is still hesitantly feeling things out, too shy to admit having feelings; the other side has sweet words on their lips, property deeds in their hands, and directly imprints you in their eyes, even planning to be buried in the same box a hundred years later… So tell me, if you had to choose, who would you pick?

…

“If I were Agatha, I think I’d go with Mr. Joseph?”

Accompanying the murmurs that made the King of Drama’s eyelids twitch, a pale pink heart-shaped bubble quietly emerged from the theatrical world.

As the three thousand plus souls composing the drama began to shift towards “Mr. Joseph,” the King of Drama’s control over the theatrical world reached a dangerous tipping point.

And Leon, caught in the play, neither able to control these souls nor having the energy to restrain or suppress them, saw the consciousness of many viewers begin to awaken. Though these consciousnesses hadn’t fully restored themselves, they were already drowsily exchanging simple thoughts.

With the appearance of the first bubble, soon stronger, larger pink bubbles began popping up, vying to declare:

“Yeah, yeah, Mr. Joseph is so passionate.”

“I’d choose Mr. Joseph! Although he’s not as handsome as Elijah, it’s hard to refuse him.”

“It’s a pity. If he were a bit more handsome, it’d be perfect.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Nonsense! Who says Mr. Joseph isn’t handsome?”

As the audience unconsciously discussed Leon’s attractiveness and expressed minor regrets, an angry red large bubble swelled up, bursting loudly: “Do you guys even have any aesthetic sense? That’s called a high-class face!”

With the emergence of the red bubble, more bubbles swelled up.

“Yeah, yeah, Mr. Joseph is very handsome, not conventionally beautiful, but with a unique charm!”

“Right, right, especially those eyes, so captivating!”

“Sister has good taste! When Mr. Joseph kneels with roses, others see the sky full of fireworks, but my eyes only see his gaze, truly killing me!”

“Actually, after looking for a while, you’ll find that Mr. Joseph isn’t the type to stun at first sight, but becomes more appealing the more you look.”

“Absolutely!”

Encouraged by the big bubbles, new bubbles started popping up madly.

“Indeed, indeed.”

“Mr. Joseph is just so handsome!”

In the King of Drama’s bewildered expression, the scattered “world wills” originally in slumber began to gather and gradually reached a consensus: “Mr. Joseph is actually quite handsome.”

Meanwhile, Leon, who was currently coaxing Agatha to meet his grandmother, received a subtle adjustment to his looks thanks to the recognition of the pink bubbles. Though his features remained unchanged, somehow he became increasingly pleasing to the eye.

His already outstanding eyes were like a bubble “popping” insisted, containing a galaxy, giving a strange feeling that just one glance would make you drown.

Not… does the theatrical world really play like this? Watching Agatha in the theatrical world, unable to resist sneaking peeks at Leon whose attractiveness was explosively increasing, the “Master Wilde” outside painfully pulled his hair, almost driven insane.

This… this isn’t theater! Not at all! This chaotic mess is a desecration of great works! But… why do so many people like watching it? Seeing the pink bubbles cheering as the male lead and female lead… as the male supporting actor and the female lead embraced for the first time, and screaming uncontrollably when the female lead mistakenly entered the bathroom and saw “Mr. Joseph’s” wet upper body, the King of Drama felt dizzy.

No… no way! Absolutely not! If it continues like this… I’ll turn into… him!

Looking at the words appearing on his white suit, and the plots drastically rewritten under the influence of the wills within the theatrical world, the King of Drama involuntarily showed a look of horror.

And when his arm flipped open like a book page, revealing the script of “Twelve Days Together,” the annotation of “Mr. Joseph” changing from [Male Supporting Actor·Clown No.1] to [Male Protagonist·No.1], the King of Drama finally couldn’t hold it in anymore, trembling and grabbing the fine strings controlling the soul puppets, desperately trying to pull the plot back.

It’s impossible to completely kick “Mr. Joseph” out now, but… at least the ending should stay the same! We must preserve as much of the original as possible! There must be a wedding! The female lead must marry Elijah, he can be at most the male No.2! Otherwise… otherwise…

…

“You two aren’t suitable!”

Under the stunned gazes of the bubbles, Mr. Joseph’s originally kind and amiable grandmother turned serious upon hearing her grandson planned to marry a tavern waitress, firmly stating: “Joseph’s future wife must either be the daughter of the Duke of Black Forest or the princess of the Thrush Kingdom, or at least a relative of the Prime Minister of the Lower House. Marrying you is absolutely impossible!”

Facing pressure from his grandmother, Leon, destined to play the role of the stubborn tycoon, resolutely refused: “For all these years, I didn’t know what I wanted until I met Agatha. My boring life finally gained color! So no matter how you oppose it, I must…”

“Cough… cough…”

“…”

Seriously? You’re also playing this card?

Under Leon’s bewildered gaze, the previously robust old grandmother suddenly turned pale, immediately pulling out a snow-white handkerchief, covering her mouth and coughing forcefully.

After a series of heart-wrenching coughs, the exhausted grandmother put away the blood-stained handkerchief, not mentioning her condition, but stubbornly declared:

“In short… no! As long as I’m alive, it’s impossible! This estate will have either me or her, but not both. Choose between her and me!”

“…”

Six seconds, directly falling critically ill? Struck by the sudden melodrama, Leon couldn’t help but scowl:

“Then I’ll leave! If this estate…”

“No content in 69 Book Bar!”

“Cough… cough…”

“If this estate cannot accommodate Agatha…”

“Cough… cough!” (Loud)

“If it cannot accommodate Agatha, then I might as well…”

“Cough cough!” (Super loud!)

“I’ll leave!”

“Cough cough cough!!!” (Thunderous cough) “…”

“No… it’s unnecessary!”

As the grandmother continued her bloody coughing fit, spitting blood onto the handkerchief, the nearby Agatha, already in tears, tore off the necklace Leon gave her, forcefully shoving it into his hand, then turning her head resolutely saying: “Mr. Joseph, I… I have my own pride! Continuing with you would not only destroy your family but also make me a prisoner of love… You… you are wonderful, but this isn’t the life I want! Goodbye! No! Never goodbye!”

“Wait!”

Leon turned to grab her, but under the enhancement of the King of Drama, the frail Agatha managed to run with the speed of a sprinter, bolting out the door.

And the grandmother, who had transformed her white handkerchief into a red one, unexpectedly exhibited devilish strength, her bony hand gripping Leon’s like a steel clamp, impossible to break free from.

Caught off guard, Leon could only watch as the princess portraying Agatha left a trail of blurs as she sped out of the estate, heading towards the beach… where she would encounter mysterious bandits and be kidnapped back for marriage.

Not… are you forcing this? Is there any logic left in the theater?

“Wah wah wah, it’s so tragic!”

As Leon temporarily went offline due to the ambush, the originally pink bubbles witnessing the rapid advancement… or rather, the downward spiral of the plot, all turned gray.

And as Leon was placed under house arrest, Agatha was captured while watching stars on a rainy beach, and the pure-hearted second male lead “Elijah” chose to sacrifice his freedom to return home and get married to save his goddess, the bubbles started sobbing.

“Wah! The grandmother is so evil, lovers can’t be together!”

“One side is love, the other is grandmother, Mr. Joseph has no choice…”

“Yeah, yeah, but Mr. Elijah is truly great.”

“Hmm, even though he loves freedom, he’s willing to sacrifice it to save Agatha, spending the rest of his life as the bird he hates the most.”

“Thinking about it, Mr. Elijah seems okay? At least he’s handsome? And gentle?”

Is… is this… a reversal?

Seeing the bubbles drifting back, the King of Drama, shaken by his overly brutal rewriting, couldn’t help but rejoice, his already pale face flushing with excitement.

Yes! That’s right! You foolish audience have finally realized! That damn “Mr. Joseph” is nothing but a clown! Elijah is the only male lead in this show…

“Mr. Elijah, cheater!!!”

With a roar, the previously supportive red large bubble once again swelled up, angrily shouting: “Too despicable! Taking advantage of someone’s misfortune to destroy the relationship between Mr. Joseph and Agatha!”

Following her lead, a group of Joseph fans exploded, red and pink bubbles popping up everywhere.

“Sister! You need to be firm! Don’t forget Mr. Joseph is fighting his grandmother at home!”

“You’re so fickle! Do you deserve the efforts of Mr. Joseph?”

“Mr. Elijah lost his freedom, but Mr. Joseph lost his love!”

“Wah wah wah, I feel sorry for Mr. Joseph!”

“Take her back! Hurry up and take Agatha back!”

No! No! Here we go again! Again!!! Under the terrified gaze of the King of Drama, the will bubbles that had just shifted to his side once again aligned with “Mr. Joseph.”

With the red large bubble’s roar, seven and a half out of ten red bubbles popped up, raising abstract chubby little hands, wagging tails, and chanting: “Snatch her back! Snatch her back!! Snatch her back!!! Snatch her back!!!!”

(End of Chapter)