Zerg: I ​​was picked up by the cold and beautiful Major General at the start of the game.

Ryan's excitement subsided. He hesitated for a moment, then carefully spoke:

"Your Excellency, regarding the arrangement of this ending... please forgive my bluntness, but when the emotions are at their peak and the audience is completely immersed in the happy atmosphere, suddenly arranging for the female soldier to be seriously injured and fall into a coma... isn't such a twist too cruel? I'm worried that the audience will find it hard to accept."

He observed Lin Luo's expression and tried to add tactfully:

"From a narrative perspective, ending abruptly at the climax, while extremely impactful, may disappoint or even anger viewers who expect a happy ending."

Lin Luo's gaze remained calm, but his tone left no room for argument:

"I understand your concerns, Director Ryan, but please do as I ask. There are reasons why I have to do this ending."

He softened his tone slightly: "I will be involved in the entire creation of this film, and I will personally oversee every important aspect."

Ryan sensed something from Lin Luo's unusually resolute attitude, and he stopped arguing, nodding respectfully.

"I understand, Your Excellency. Since this is a decision you have made after careful consideration, I will strictly follow your ideas to complete the production. The production team will fully cooperate with your supervision throughout the entire process."

With the main storyline finalized, Director Lane asked, "Sir, there's one more crucial question. Since this film is based on you and Major General Ayland, will the characters in the holograms also be constructed entirely based on your and the Major General's real appearances?"

Lin Luo pondered for a moment. His and Ailand's images had already been made public through a live broadcast when they first arrived on the capital planet, so it was too late to keep it a secret now.

"Let's shape it according to our original appearance," he finally decided. "Of course, some adjustments can be made for artistic effect."

"Understood, Your Excellency." Ryan nodded in agreement, then offered another suggestion:

"So, regarding the names of the two main characters, if it's inconvenient to use their real names directly, I have an idea—the male insect protagonist could be called 'Luo Lin,' and the female military protagonist could be called 'De Lan.' What do you think?"

Upon hearing these two names, Lin Luo couldn't help but chuckle, "So hasty? It's practically the same as just calling them by their original names, isn't it?"

Ryan laughed and explained:

"Precisely because the prototypes are you and Major General Ailand, it's only natural that the names would have a subtle connection to the prototypes, and moreover..."

He paused, his tone becoming more serious, "Making it easier for the audience to associate the character with Major General Ailand himself would probably be more in line with your original intention."

Lin Luo thought his words made sense, so she stopped objecting: "Alright, let's do it your way."

After the call ended, Ryan left in a hurry, full of inspiration and excitement, ready to immediately assemble the screenwriting team.

Lin Luo turned around, his gaze falling back on the sleeping Elland on the bed. He approached and whispered, "A hero's end should not be one of being easily forgotten."

At the same time, the wisp of Ailand's consciousness attached to Lin Luo "listened" to the entire conversation and "heard" the story Lin Luo told. Indescribable complex emotions surged and churned in his dormant spiritual sea.

Every time he thought that Lord Lin Luo had given him enough and that he was lucky enough, Lord Lin Luo would always redefine the boundaries in another way.

He found himself involuntarily immersed in the story woven by Lin Luo.

In the story, "Delan" has "Luolin" by his side, and they are happy and fulfilled. He prefers to believe that it is a beautiful thing that really happened in a parallel universe, where they really met, really accompanied each other, and really loved each other.

And in this timeline, there is myself and Lord Lin Luo...

Aland's consciousness held an almost pious expectation—that they too would eventually break through all the gloom and reach that glorious ending.

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Hawke was engrossed in a mountain of documents when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Please come in," Hawke replied casually.

"Hey, busy bug, long time no see." The bug said casually.

Hawke looked up. "Akto? What brings you here?" Hawke put down his electronic pen. "How's it going with the Fifth Army?"

"What else can I do?" Akto casually sat down opposite him. "I'm still a senior colonel, and every day is either training or fighting star beasts. It's incredibly boring."

Hawke grumbled, "So you've come here to show off, 'You're a senior colonel,' trying to impress me, a lieutenant colonel? Turn right and leave, don't bother coming back!"

"Hey, what's the rush? I'm just having a headache from dealing with my soldiers all the time. Life's not easy for me either. It's better for you to sit in the office."

Hawke was unhappy: "Do you think it's easy for me just because I sit in an office? Now all the major general's affairs are piled on my shoulders, and I'm so busy that I don't even have time to breathe."

Upon hearing the word "Major General," Akto's expression turned serious, and he leaned forward slightly: "Major General... how is he now?"

Hawke's eyes dimmed, and he shook his head slightly: "There's still no sign of improvement in my mental state. I don't know how much longer I'll have to wait..."

He suddenly looked up and stared directly at Akto, his tone wary: "And you? Are you also here to gather information, preparing to replace the major general?"

Akto did not evade the question, nodding and readily admitting it:

"Lieutenant General Feller recommended me as a candidate. You know, he was the one who transferred me from under the command of a major general and has been cultivating me with great care. I don't want to let him down."

He paused for a moment, his voice lowering, "But I sincerely hope that the position of major general can remain his. There are many paths to promotion, and I don't need to replace him to rise to the top."

Hawke scrutinized him carefully, confirming that he was indeed telling the truth, and his expression softened somewhat:

"Alright, it's good that you still remember the Major General's kindness. It was worth all the teachings he gave you back then. Your brothers in the Seventh Fleet haven't seen you in a while either. Go and catch up with them."

"You're kicking me out after just a few words?" Akto raised an eyebrow. "Lieutenant Hawke, you're too heartless."

"Get lost!" Hawke waved his hand dismissively. "Can't you see this pile of documents? Don't get in the way."

"Yes, sir! As instructed by Lieutenant Hawke!" Akto stood up with a smile, gave a crisp military salute, and turned to leave.

Watching Akto's departing figure, Hawke shook his head helplessly. This guy still had that irresponsible attitude. It was hard to imagine what kind of person he would be if he were actually promoted to major general.

Hawke knew perfectly well that Akto's sudden visit to the Seventh Fleet today was not for anything simple.

Who isn't aiming for Major General Ailand's position these days? It's just that their positions differ.

In comparison, Akto was at least somewhat familiar, and his background was relatively "clean".

The Fifth Army has always been jokingly referred to as a "concentration camp of brutes," as its generals at all levels are straightforward, value strength, and disdain playing power games.

Although they are ridiculed as "reckless," this kind of "recklessness" is reassuring—at least they speak their minds, and if they don't like something, they will do it directly, and they never stab people in the back.

Hawke buried himself back in the documents, hoping that whoever ultimately took over the position would be worthy of everything Major General Eland had done for him.