Hollywood Delight 40 Fateful Encounter

Mark questions, puzzlingly. He knows that there is only about an hour and a half left before having to meet up with the rest of the group at the theatre.

The drive there from the hospital will take about 15 minutes.

But the beach is in the opposite direction.

"Don't worry. It won't take long. I know some good pick-up lines."

You a.s.sure your friend as you head out of the hospital.

With your ability, picking up complete strangers shouldn't be too difficult, especially with the dating simulator guiding you.

However, it did feel like you are looking for virgins to sacrifice to a demon. A demon known as Michael Bay.

There is plenty of rumours about him back in your previous world. They are not groundless rumours.

This is because where there is smoke, there must be fire.

You shrug at the thought.

It isn't like you are sending anyone to him to be eaten.

You are simply greasing the wheel of fate.

Trampling over others is unavoidable in your road to success. Your rise will be someone's downfall, so thinking too much on it will be pointless.

You have better thing to do with your time and energy.

While heading out of the hospital, you are very mindful of the two numbers that are above everyone's head.

The first number only appears for women. This is due to your special request. You are not interest in conquering men s.e.xually.

The second number below the first appears for everyone.

It shows the remaining lifespan of a person.

More correctly, it shows their remaining lifeforce.

There is difference between lifeforce and lifespan.

You realize this once you calculated everyone's numbers, finding out that everyone will get to live to the ripe old age of 80 to 90 years. This shouldn't be possible, considering some patients in the hospital are practically at death's door.

With the increased intelligence, your mind connects the dots easily.

The number above their head indicates the years they would have lived, not the years they will get to live.

Even if everyone can theoretically live to 80, 90 or even 100 years, it is not feasible due to disease and other things.

Some people might even get to live longer than that.

Heck, didn't Adam and Noah in the bible live over 900 years? Perhaps they never got sick or suffer any kind of illness. Did that mean that these number represents something else?

The System constantly talks about lifeforce instead of lifespan.

This probably means that the number hovering above their head is their remaining lifeforce, not their lifespan.

Wait a second! Is everything in the bible even real?

Science says otherwise. It is proven that the Earth is billions of years old.

The universe isn't created in seven days!

Wait! The System did acknowledge your request to become biblical G.o.d, so that mean G.o.d did exists!

Wait!

Wait!

"Hey. Hey! What are you thinking?"

Mark asks, snapping you out of it.

You realize you have just frozen up for a bit, standing there in the corridor like a mental patient.

It seems that your mind questions everything endlessly, to the point of contradicting itself if it is not completely focus on something.

This is what it meant to have higher intelligence.

You sweat a little, empathizing with what Celine must live with.

Celine has 14 points in Intelligence. An impressive level when the average person is about 9 to 10. Just one of point can make a world of difference.

For comparison, Mark has 8.7 points in Intelligence, and he isn't a stupid person at all. If he was, you wouldn't be friend with him.

You just don't like hanging around with idiots since you cannot rely on them for anything.

"I'm fine. Just thinking about something, many things. Anyway, let's get out of here quickly. Hospital gives me the creep."

Mark agrees and chases after you, heading to the carpark to look for your car.

You find it easily since Celine didn't park it very far from the entrance.

At your car, Mark stares unblinkingly at the backseat alongside with you.

"Umm… I think spill some mayonnaise on the backseat."

You tell him weakly. You swear you must have c.u.m gallons for it to look like that.

"That is some special mayonnaise. Did an orgy happen in the backseat?"

Mark asks, feeling a bit disgusted. He suggests burning your car with gasoline to get rid of the evidence, but you decide to leave your car at the hospital for now.

You join him his car instead, driving towards the beach.

The beach is about 10 minutes away on the highway. However, because of traffic, it will take about 20 minutes.

Mark wants to save time, so he avoided the highway and drives through the neighbourhood instead.

You recite multiplication tables in your head while in the pa.s.senger seat. It prevents you from thinking about anything else.

[Congratulation. You have broadcasted your first song.]

Your eyebrow raised slightly when the message pop into your mind.

When did you do that, exactly?

Your mind immediate come up with the answer.

[You are one step towards becoming one of the greatest music producers ever lived!]

[A random reward has been awarded to you. The item is placed into your Inventory.]

Without saying a word, you turn on the radio and flip through the channel.

You stop once a beautiful voice of an angel emerges from the speaking, filling the air with G.o.dly melody and evoking your emotion.

"Look into my eyes… You will see… what you mean to me…"

Mark stares at the radio and couldn't help but grin proudly. He was there when this song was created and sung by a lovely angel.

"d.a.m.n, our song is on the airwave! Holy f.u.c.king s.h.i.t! It really is being broadcast!"

Mark calls out while you nod approvingly.

It seems that one of the radio stations finally broadcast the song you sent to them a few days ago.

The station couldn't help itself due to how beautiful and emotional moving the song is. Soon, all the other radio stations will as well unless they want to lose out on listeners.

Mark begins to sing along with Christina Aguilera while you stare unthoughtfully at all the parked cars flying by the window, reminiscing about someone special.

You wonder if she is at the airport right now, waiting for her flight.

"No, no, no! Don't you say that, don't you say it!"

A woman in her early twenties was shouting at a man while stepping backwards onto the road.

As she emerges from between two parked cars, causing Mark to step hard onto the brake.

He couldn't avoid her due to the cars parked on both sides of the road.

"Jesus f.u.c.king Christ!"

Mark shouts before his car b.u.mps into the woman, knocking her forwards and onto the pavement.

He blinks repeatedly when the car comes to a complete stop.

"f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k! Please be okay, please be okay!"

Mark recites before getting out of the car to check the woman.

You get out of the car as well to do the same. The fat man she was arguing with panics and immediately runs away from the crime scene.

"Are you okay? Why the f.u.c.k did you walk into the road like that?"

Mark calls out while checking her head.

She just has a mild concussion due to being knocked onto the pavement.

It shouldn't be anything serious.

"What… what happen?"

The young woman utters as you and your friend helped her off the road.

She looks oddly familiar, too familiar. Your brain figures out who she is immediately.

You have watched her for many years on television in your previous world. It is one of your favorite tv shows back then.

"Jennifer?"

"Umm… yes? Do I know you?"

You blink and stare at your friend, wanting to slap him silly.

"You almost kill Jennifer Aniston!? Seriously man?"

Mark is confused.

"Who?"