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The atmosphere inside the meeting room was more enthusiastic than ever before.

Jack's arrival boosted the morale of the entire team.

Even top Hollywood technical directors are begging to join them, so what can't they do?

Everyone was eager to get started and make a name for themselves.

They waited for Su Bai to reveal the true nature of this sci-fi animation on which he had placed high hopes.

"Alright, everyone's here."

Su Bai looked around and distributed a thick stack of storyboards.

"Today, we'll do our first animation concept analysis and familiarize ourselves with the art style and story background of The Edge Walker."

Shen Qingyue took a deep breath and, with a sense of pilgrimage, solemnly turned to the first page.

She was full of anticipation.

What kind of extraordinary work must it be to warrant such attention from Su Bai?

However, when her gaze fell on the storyboard, the smile on her face froze.

What is this?

Shen Qingyue's face gradually turned pale, and her fingers holding the storyboard began to tremble slightly.

She forced herself to stay awake and turned the pages one by one.

Blood, betrayal, death, and madness.

The whole story is like a vortex of despair and madness, threatening to completely shatter one's reason.

Suppressed!

asphyxia!

Crazy!

Does this have absolutely nothing to do with the word "heal"?

She suddenly raised her head and looked at her colleagues around her.

The team members, who were originally excited, now looked like wilted eggplants, their faces pale and their eyes vacant.

Several female colleagues even covered their mouths, as if they might vomit at any moment.

Even Jack, who was just moments ago full of enthusiasm and shouting that he wanted to dedicate himself to art, was affected.

At this moment, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with solemnity.

He could understand the crazy visual design, but he couldn't understand the chilling malice emanating from the story.

Only Su Bai, as if nothing had happened, leaned back in his chair and looked at them calmly.

That calm gaze was as if he were watching an interesting silent film.

"Snapped!"

Shen Qingyue finally lost her temper and slammed the storyboard on the table with a loud bang.

Everyone in the conference room was startled and turned to look at her.

"Su Bai!"

Shen Qingyue's chest heaved violently as she pointed at the nauseating images on the table, her voice trembling with anger and terror.

"You call this healing?!"

"What is this stuff in there?! This is pure mental pollution!"

She felt that her worldview had been turned upside down.

She thought that "April is Your Lie" was already the limit of Su Bai's depressing aesthetics.

But now she realizes that her sadness is nothing compared to the story before her, it's like children playing house!

The former will make you cry.

The latter wants you dead!

Faced with Shen Qingyue's near-collapse-like questioning, Su Bai's face remained completely calm.

He simply looked at her calmly until her agitation subsided slightly before he slowly spoke.

"Who told you that healing always comes from warm sunshine?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it struck like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart.

"Shen, the campus belle, tell me, what is Night City?"

Shen Qingyue was taken aback, and answered subconsciously.

"A futuristic sci-fi city?"

"No."

Su Bai shook his head, his eyes becoming deep and sharp.

Night City is a chaotic city. Here, capital, like an invisible monster, devours everyone's dreams and future. There are no heroes, no miracles, only cold rules and endless despair.

He picked up a storyboard drawing depicting the protagonist, David, huddled in a dilapidated apartment.

"Our protagonist, David, is a boy living at the very bottom of society. His life is a tragedy from the very beginning."

"In a world like this, don't you find it ridiculous to talk to him about love and peace, dreams and hope?"

Su Bai's voice carried a coldness that seemed to lower the temperature in the conference room by several degrees.

"Therefore, I gave him strength, and the opportunity to rebel against this world!"

He pointed to another storyboard, which showed David wearing S.A.S. armor and beating up a rich kid.

"But that's not the whole story."

Su Bai's tone changed, and his gaze fell on Shen Qingyue's pale face.

"In this city where even breathing is painful, David met the only light in his life, Lucy."

"To protect this girl, to take her to that distant moon, this penniless boy chose to burn everything he had."

"He used his own body to bear those potentially fatal prosthetics, and used his own life to fight against the malice of the entire world."

"This is an extreme sacrifice, a love that is to hold onto the other person's hand with all one's might even in the abyss."

Su Bai stood up, slowly walked to Shen Qingyue, picked up the drawing of David and Lucy embracing on the virtual moon, and handed it to her.

"When a man is willing to fight the whole world to protect the ones he loves."

"Tell me, isn't this kind of extreme tragedy, pure romance and love more capable of penetrating the heart and bringing the deepest healing?"

After he finished speaking, the entire conference room fell into a deathly silence.

Shen Qingyue stared blankly at the drawing, then looked at Su Bai's unfathomable eyes.

Her mind was in complete chaos.

Su Bai's words sounded like the ramblings of a madman, yet they carried an undeniable logic.

In a dark world, fight with all your might to protect your loved ones.

This can be called a cure?

She still felt nauseous, but deep in her heart, it felt as if something had stabbed her hard.

An indescribable bittersweetness and attraction welled up from the bottom of my heart.

She had to admit that the tragic core wrapped in this violent aesthetic did indeed possess a fatal charm.

"You won again. I really don't understand how your brain is structured."

After a long pause, Shen Qingyue finally managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth.

Upon hearing this, Su Bai smiled.

"Thank you for the compliment."

He turned around and faced all the employees.

"I know this story will make you extremely uncomfortable, both physically and mentally. But I assure you, when it's finished, it will have a tremendous emotional impact!"

"It will make audiences all over the world, while cursing and crying, willingly elevate this work to a divine status!"

His words were filled with unparalleled confidence.

The team members looked at each other, their fear and confusion gradually replaced by a complex emotion.

It was a frenzy ignited by Su Bai, a mixture of pain and excitement.

"I'll do it!"

A young animator gritted his teeth and was the first to stand up, his eyes red.

"Damn it! Just hearing about it gives me goosebumps! I won't be able to sleep for the rest of my life until I make it!"

Count me in!

"This is insane! I love it!"

Jack's eyes lit up, and he rushed to Su Bai, waving his arms excitedly.

"Master Su! I understand! This is true art! Using the most extreme destruction to interpret the most extreme beauty! Oh my God, my blood is already burning!"

Watching her employees, who were all fired up and in a state of bittersweet joy, Shen Qingyue sat back down in her chair, feeling utterly helpless.

She knew that she had been persuaded.

She sighed resignedly and picked up the script that had haunted her nightmares again.

This time, however, her gaze lingered on the storyboards of David and Rebecca.

The girl with pigtails, who seemed arrogant and domineering, but whose eyes were always following David.

"Ugh."

Shen Qingyue prayed silently in her heart.

"I hope this lovely girl will have a happy ending."