If you don't want to just drift through life, you have to go through time.

Truman threw himself onto the bed again, feeling relaxed upon returning home after so long.

He rummaged through the refrigerator for two cans of cola, summoned his little goblin to cook him two dishes in the kitchen, and instructed it absolutely not to be scrambled eggs with tomatoes again. Then he casually picked up his phone from the bedside table.

Speaking of which...

I haven't used my phone for a month now.

People online say that modern people are blinded by their phones and their hands are glued to their phones, but actually, it would be the same if you replaced the phone with a computer; it's just a different way of saying it.

Many people can only see the outside world through the small window of their mobile phones. If they had a choice, they would certainly say, "The world is so big, I want to go and see it."

correct.

It's been a long time since I've come to see my sons...

Well, as expected, there's no news.

Whether it's relatives, friends, or classmates, the chat history is still stuck in the past.

On your day off, you turn off your phone and quietly play games all afternoon, expecting to be bombarded with all sorts of messages when you turn it back on. However, in reality, no one will send you any messages.

Busy, everyone's busy, being busy is good.

Truman admitted that he was feeling somewhat anxious and insecure.

At this moment, the little goblin patted his leg, indicating that the meal was ready.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

Dinner consisted of stir-fried vegetables and pork rib soup. Although simple and plain, it was at least delicious and nutritious.

Truman patted the little goblin's head in praise. Unfortunately, the little goblin didn't feel any joy at being praised; rather, it had no emotions at all, merely a tool that received orders and acted accordingly.

Those evil capitalists who fly into a rage because their cattle and horses are sick and on leave would be grinning from ear to ear if they saw such convenient tools.

Sitting at the dining table.

Truman instinctively pulled out his phone.

He often did this during his university years: reading the news and jokes while eating, and finding inspiration in his spare time—it was very pleasant.

[I'll f*** you! If you keep acting tough, I'll make you fly! You DDXX, I'll ZZYY! Sour radish, don't eat it! Bibilab! My sword and shield! Baka yarou!]

Ugh!

He instinctively turned off his phone and threw it away, then without thinking, he pulled out some alcohol from under the table and started wiping the phone as if it were dirty.

What was that just now?!

Why are so many emojis appearing like pests, constantly cursing and arguing?

The ever-increasing, cacophony of sounds, like the whispers of an ancient god, was indescribable and caused him immense psychological trauma.

In a country where psychedelic O and ecstasy are banned, where did this inspiration come from?

Is the internet this chaotic now?!

The video just now conveyed the feeling of a middle-aged office worker returning home after a social engagement to find two pairs of men's leather shoes in the house. He sighed, preparing to leave and have a serious talk with his wife after she was done. But then he found his wife sitting perfectly fine on the sofa, while the sounds of three men panting came from his son's room. It was a feeling of utter helplessness, as if his spine had been ripped out.

Really.

Sometimes when I see videos like this, I really want to report it to the police, but I'm afraid that when I have to submit evidence, if I show the video to the other party, they will say that I assaulted a police officer.

Truman thought for a moment.

I silently turned on my phone again.

The same chaotic noise, comparable to the SPC being deployed, still rang out, but Truman, who was prepared, remained expressionless, simply pressing the volume down button until he could no longer make a sound.

Thinking back to my university days.

Truman didn't start out developing the software with his friends. In order to earn some living expenses, he also followed the times and posted videos online.

but……

The parenting education videos he posted contained no censored words and were positive, uplifting, and friendly, yet they were taken down.

And now, these kinds of low-quality videos, with a speed of only 10MB/s, which can be described as mental pollution, have millions of views. Both the bullet comments and the comments are scrolling wildly. It's really...

Truman laughed, a laugh born of anger.

After carefully examining the publisher and the platform, all he could say was: This guy is doomed!

He casually tossed his phone away.

After dinner, Truman lay in bed, feeling utterly bored.

To say he didn't mind the video he just saw would be a lie, but there's nothing that can be done; it's just a matter of audience preference. Of course, there's definitely better content out there; it just so happens that he saw that one.

There are all sorts of birds in a forest, but if you ask him, it's better to make something more meaningful than that kind of video, even something like a video of Philon dancing...

--etc!!

Truman, who was feeling a bit drowsy, suddenly perked up as a good idea popped into his head.

Yes!

Since everyone's talking about documenting the good things in life, wouldn't Truman documenting his good life in another world be the same thing?

Fortunately, he still had his account password.

Truman quickly got up and turned on his dusty computer—he hadn't turned it on for a long time since the kind uncle advised him against it, and he guessed that his friends list in the game had been blacked out because of the unfriending.

Shaking his head, he put this adult sentimentality behind him and quickly logged onto various video websites.

Unsurprisingly.

He still has all his account passwords, and all his IDs are named "Truman," and they have all been verified.

That's for sure.

Truman's greatest strength is preparing everything in advance so that he won't be flustered during the work process, but due to various reasons, he often ends up wasting his time.

But this is just like writing a novel and having an outline, otherwise wouldn't that be irresponsible to the readers?

Then let's not delay—

"Creator summons, projection!!"

This is one of the Creator's professional skills, used to transmit information via images. It's incredibly convenient in this other world, but...

"Unexpectedly blurry."

On the projection, Philon was walking towards the center of the pool, but the image was not only blurry but also had a lot of noise.

Magic has its limitations.

When it comes to projection magic, it's just recording images from a first-person perspective. Plus, the human brain subconsciously filters out unnecessary complex information, so it's not as high-definition as you might imagine—just think of it as Yosuke Shimazaki's memory magic from "Uncle in Another World".

However, AI can be used to improve this.

With today's ever-advancing technology, things like continuing an article, coloring a picture, and upscaling a video are incredibly easy. Even more complex tasks like transforming cavalry into infantry are now simpler.

Pfft!

On the projection, Philon sat slumped in the pool, staring blankly at Truman, before slowly getting up after Truman looked over.

I forgot!

Philon's dance was not finished!

A dance is only truly visually appealing when performed in its entirety, but such videos could also be included in Part 2 as a bonus...

Okay, it's decided! I'm going back!

Truman waved his right hand forcefully.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: The videos are just for fun; the ratio between the alternate world and reality is 9:1, and the videos will only feature a few large-scale scenes to garner support. Whether you like it or not, the ratio can be adjusted later.

In addition, I've heard that the third season of Frillian, the Golden City arc, will air in October 2027. If someone were to release the Golden City arc online first, the production team would be under immense pressure... Hmm, just thinking about it is exciting.