Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

And going even further.

The audience keenly noticed a fact...

This guy spilled the beans!

Servant, is it really okay for you to talk about the movies you've made?

……

Archer (Red Archer) smirked mockingly: "So this so-called 'Noble Phantasm' is based on this? This guy's starting to get cocky and spout nonsense... Well done, Master."

Regarding the pride in the soundtrack, Sand Gold strongly disagreed: "No wonder the plot felt so forced; that makes sense now. Randomly piecing together old horror movie elements is really nothing new."

"For example, the leg-sawing gag originally referred to the protagonist being chained by a magnetohydrodynamic shackle and having to saw off his own leg. But in the current context, it's just a blatant copy."

Sand Gold's face was filled with disgust. Almost everyone understood what the unspoken part of his sentence meant.

Trying to imitate a cat... and failing miserably, it ends up looking like a dog!

His eyes were filled with undisguised rage. It was a blatant mockery of an old director, Deng, who had run out of ideas and was still wallowing in his past glory, trying to prove he was still a top star with the tools at his disposal, only to reveal his withered soul and lost talent.

[Hanabi: Sigh~~ I wanted to show my face, but I ended up showing my butt instead.]

[March 7th: No wonder good movies are so hard to find these days. Directors with countless accolades, massive marketing campaigns, and all they produce are bizarre pieces that ruin classics. I'd rather watch "The Milk Dragon Arrives," at least that one openly tells me it's a bad movie.]

I thought I'd met a fanboy while watching the director's cut audio track, but it turns out he was a hater.

Enraged by the gold dust's retort, he said, "Young man, I take back my praise. I'll put your screams on a loop in the most prominent spot at Grady Pictures."

"……&*&*~~" A funny sound effect rang out.

Everyone was speechless for a moment.

They seemed to have heard something incredible!

Saber was filled with doubt and surprise, because this was the first time she had ever seen a Servant self-destruct in such a way. Even the usually serious Saber couldn't keep her composure: "Actively releasing your true name, is this also part of your dramatic effect?"

Scott's hysterical voice rang out: "Assassin, you idiot! How could you reveal your true name? Didn't we agree that true names mean weaknesses to Heroic Spirits?"

The audience was left speechless, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

[Phantom Image: This plot... Mr. Mastermind, how could you let your own "prisoner" play you like that? You even self-destructed on the spot because of repeated mockery? That's a pretty quick drop in class.]

[Fireworks: Tsk tsk, the company's evil cheap rock golem, it's so wicked!]

[That Summer: Mr. Grady. As someone with a bit of experience in acting, I have some advice for you… Serious horror films aren't for you. On the contrary, lighthearted, entertaining comedies featuring villains going mad are your natural talent. Trust me, especially if you write, direct, and star in them yourself, you'll be a huge star.]

[Feng Jin: Teacher Xia, the way you scolded me back then... was truly artistic.]

[Bai Er: It's clear that Ms. Xia felt a lot of sympathy for Grady at that moment.]

[Bai Lu: This seems a bit far from sympathy, doesn't it? This is clearly a panda ordering takeout, and the bamboo shoots have arrived!]

[Bai E: Of course. Otherwise, Teacher Xia wouldn't have chosen such a tactful way of speaking; his style is to be blunt and directly berate the other person.]

[Bai Lu: That's true. Well, who would have thought that one day being sarcastic or sarcastic could be considered giving face?]

[Greddy: ...Should I thank him?]

[Na Ke Xia: You're welcome. Even a fool has the right to live and needs career planning.]

[Greedy: You! I'm going to put your dirty laundry in the most prominent spot at Greedy Pictures and play it on a loop.]

Within the light screen, Grady appeared somewhat vulnerable for the first time in response to his Master's questioning.

However, he wasn't flustered. Instead, he said with a mix of pride and sadness, "Uh... don't panic, producer. I'm not some legendary hero. You can ask them what the name Gregory means at Pinocchio."

The group all looked at Xing, since among those present, she was the one who knew Pinocchio best.

Ah this...

Xing scratched her head apologetically, her face conveying an unspeakable "I don't know" sentiment.

"Who are you? I only know Croker Pictures... and Simia Pictures."

Greta: "The expected answer. But you'll soon find out who Pinocchio's greatest film director is, and for now—please allow me to step back for a moment."

His posture remained elegant.

But outside the screen, the audience seemed a little uneasy. They were completely unsure whether to sympathize or laugh.

[March 7th: Um... this, this... Mr. Greta, you're not really a terrible director, completely unknown. Aside from that one breakout film, all your other works flopped, and you've faded into obscurity, are you?]

Thinking of this possibility, she even became less hostile. She carefully considered her words, afraid that any one of them might hurt him.

[Black Tower: That's probably it. Judging from his relationship with old Audemars Pierre, he's far from being deliberately obscured from history like the watchmaker. The fact that he's not famous under these circumstances only means… he really hasn't achieved much in film, perhaps he's just a fervent enthusiast.]

[Greddy: ...You'll regret this. But it's okay, reality will slap everyone in the face, laying a solid foundation for my work to become world-famous!]

[Star: I'm already famous. After all, I teamed up with Scott. It's hard not to be famous...]

The director's cut audio track brings the main point back: "Is it to sacrifice yourself? Or to face me with swords drawn? You can use this last bit of time to discuss it. But if you keep hesitating, the bomb might explode!"

Sand Gold sighed deeply, helplessly complaining about Greedy's pettiness: "Sigh, I finally met someone who shares my interests, can't you even offer some fan perks?"

How dare you, a hater, do this? What did you just say to them? Xing smiled knowingly.

She and Sand Gold discussed their strategy. How were they going to get through this? Was their leg going to be cut off, or cut off, or cut off?

You dared to take even the Yellow Springs Blade, so you shouldn't be afraid of this little bit of pain, right?

Archer, standing nearby, tried his best to entice him: "Master, you heard that too. Choose one, should you saw off your left leg or your right leg? To be honest, if it were a buy-one-get-one-free deal, I'd rather saw off the arm with the Command Seal on it."

[Gold Sand: No, my habit has always been to take everything, interest and all. Oh dear~ I'm actually a little envious of the Star Servant. Whether it's needed or not, at least Miss Saber always says she'll protect her Master. We're from the same world, you seem to know each other, so why is there such a big difference?]

[Rin Tohsaka: This kind of foul-mouthed Servant needs to be controlled with Command Spells to show him who's in charge.]