“Hurry up, hurry up—the grand teleportation array is about to activate. Let’s go over and help.”
“Coming, coming! I heard that the princess consort will also be going. Why do I feel like once she leaves, she’s never coming back?”
“Who wouldn’t think so? She’s not even a member of our Celestial Demon Tribe, so why would she willingly stay here and suffer?”
“That’s true enough…”
In front of the teleportation array, several thousand members of the Celestial Demon Tribe joined forces, pouring their spiritual energy into the formation.
Su Mo and Hong stood at the center of the array, their bodies gradually turning hazy.
Traveling between two different worlds is completely different from teleporting between two places within the same world. Otherwise, with Shuang’er’s demigod-level strength, she could have gone back and forth without any trouble at all.
The High Priestess and Shuang’er were the last to channel their spiritual energy into the array. The moment they pushed their power, the space around the teleportation formation began to warp and twist—until Su Mo and Hong vanished from where they stood.
Shuang’er stood there for a long time, gazing at the spot where the array had disappeared. Then her eyes sharpened. “Listen up, everyone! Starting today, reinforce the city walls, stockpile resources, and prepare for the next wave of beast hordes!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
——-
Pacific Ocean, somewhere on a small island.
“Guru guru guru…”
“Guru guru guru…”
A group of wildlings wearing grass skirts and grass tops were dancing in a circle. In the center of the circle lay an elderly man who had already passed away. They were performing a ritual to guide his soul to the afterlife.
Outside the circle stood the rest of the tribe. They had also formed a ring, but instead of dancing, they sat down to watch the ceremony.
Suddenly, everyone’s attention was caught by the sound of voices.
“Ahhh, my leg! Sister Hong, your teleportation array is totally unreliable.”
“What can I do about it? Back when I traveled alone, I never had this many problems.”
“Ow! That really hurts. It’s not broken, is it?”
“Stop yelling for a second. Let me figure out where we are first.”
The voices gradually grew softer, and then two figures suddenly appeared right in the middle of the circle—exactly where the dead old man was lying.
Both of them were women, and they looked completely battered. One of them had an injured leg that seemed pretty serious.
The dancing came to an abrupt halt. Everyone stared intently at the two figures.
“This is…” Hong’s dirty face showed a hint of surprise. She glanced at Su Mo beside her.
Su Mo slapped her forehead. “Oh no. We’ve landed right in the middle of a bunch of wildlings.”
“Don’t be scared, Princess Consort. Watch me take them all out with one move.”
“Hey, hey, hey—don’t go killing people just like that. They haven’t done anything to us.” Su Mo quickly stopped her, but her right leg was hurting like crazy. She looked down and saw that her shinbone was dislocated. “Whoa. No wonder it hurts so much. It really is broken. That space-warping force is way too strong.”
Hong frowned. “Let me carry you out of here, and then we’ll heal your leg.”
“Not so fast. They look pretty confused themselves. Just watch me work.” Su Mo gritted her teeth against the pain, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and then put on a serious face as she looked at the wildlings around her. “Guru wala li hei xi hou!”
The wildlings suddenly shouted in unison: “WAH!”
That perfectly synchronized shout threw Su Mo off for a second. She covered her mouth, coughed, and then said in serious English: “I am your god. Please bow down to me.”
The wildlings looked at each other, confusion written all over their faces.
Then one of them leaned over to the person next to him and whispered, “Is that in the script?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s a new scene the director added. Gotta say, they’re acting pretty naturally.”
“The special effects just now were awesome. Even space got all twisted—the sci-fi vibe was absolutely on point. But… how are those effects being used in real life?”
“What do you know? With our director’s connections, hiring a few Transcendent beings is no big deal. They probably did it themselves. It definitely looks better than adding effects in post-production.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Seeing that no one around her was reacting, Su Mo continued: “My children, don’t be shocked, don’t be afraid. I am a god, here to save you. I—huh?”
Something stirred by her foot. She looked down and realized there was an old man lying there.
The old man slowly got up from the ground, tears of gratitude streaming down his face. “Thank you, divine one. I’m alive again,” he said.
Then he bowed down toward Su Mo. Seeing this, everyone else followed suit, prostrating themselves on the ground and murmuring, “Guru guru guru… thank you, divine one.”
For a moment, sounds of thanks, sobbing, and laughter all filled the air.
Su Mo finally pieced it together: Something seems… off here.
“CUT!”
Thunderous applause made both of them freeze. Su Mo’s mind went completely blank as she cycled through every single awkward moment she’d ever experienced in her life.
“Great! Really great! Your performance was so creative. You truly are Transcendent-level actors,” someone said.
Suddenly, a bunch of civilized people swarmed in from all around, applauding and giving compliments. Someone even handed them bottles of water. The “wildlings” from before suddenly started acting civil too…
Su Mo took the water with a stiff expression. The label on the bottle read: Peasant Spring Water?
She rubbed her temples and looked at the white man walking toward her, then forced herself to say calmly: “Hello.”
The white man looked deeply moved. “Your company told me you ran into some trouble on the way here. I didn’t realize it was this serious. Even so, you still showed up and didn’t miss your commitment. And you made an entrance like that! That is truly professional!”
Su Mo gave a stiff laugh. “Haha, ha. Ah. Of course. It’s only right.”
Hong had no idea what to say either. She just kept laughing.
Luckily, Su Mo had put on a different disguise before coming here, so she didn’t have to worry about her identity being exposed. Hong’s silver hair and violet eyes had never been seen in public before either, so that was fine too.
“Quick! What are you standing around for? Escort these two artists to rest. Get the best medical team. And… how should we address you two?”
“Bai Shuang.”
“Yun.”
“Ah. Use the best medical team to treat Bai Shuang’s leg,” the white man ordered. The crew immediately sprang into action, while Hong helped Su Mo follow them to the so-called medical room.
Since they were already being mistaken for actors, they might as well go along with it for now—at least until her leg was treated.
Gotta hand it to this film crew—they had serious money. Performing surgery on this remote little island was no problem at all. By the time Su Mo walked out of the operating room on crutches, the director himself was waiting right outside the door.
“Hello, Ms. Bai Shuang. I’m Director Kemairo. It’s a great honor to have you two join my production. As a small token of my apology and appreciation, please don’t refuse.”
The so-called “small token” turned out to be a few mid-grade spirit stones. Su Mo accepted them with a smile.
But what she never expected was that the man standing right in front of her was actually the famous Director Kemairo himself. She had stumbled into his production completely by accident.
This is beyond ridiculous. It’s ridiculous².
Just after the two were taken to their arranged accommodations, the white assistant director from earlier walked over to Kemairo with a strange look on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“The Transcendent Actors Company just said… the two actors they sent died on the way here.”
Kemairo frowned deeply. After thinking for a moment, he gave his orders: “Don’t make a fuss about this for now. If anyone asks, just say I asked some friends to arrange a cameo.”
“And what about those two?”
“Didn’t I just tell you? I’m saying they’re cameos arranged through my friends. So treat them well. I’ll cover any losses myself.”
“Got it, Director. I’ll make the arrangements right away.”
Kemairo stood alone in place, his gaze deep and thoughtful.
