DKIE CH72: IP Value

After completing the big data survey, Luka had a preliminary plan.

It seemed that when dealing with the dwarf race, he had to be tough.

“I’ll think about it later. There’s no need to tear off our faces with them just yet.”

Berlanie greatly admired his methodical personality. Luka still had ink stains on his clothes, which obviously meant that he had written for a while before rushing to launch a counterattack.

But…

“What kind of pen is of such poor quality that it leaks ink?” Berlanie was perplexed.

The corner of Luka’s mouth twitched.

The substitute pen made by the quill pen had some of the other party’s consciousness渗透, and this would happen every time he wrote “The Beloved Three and a Half Years Old.”

Writing on the terminal was not as neat as on paper, so he could only make do with it.

Seeing that he seemed to have difficulty answering this question, Berlanie took the initiative to change the subject.

“Do you want to continue to make arrangements against the Holy Court?”

Luka shook his head. He had successfully cut off one of the Holy Court’s arms, and with the Saint already starting to take action, he didn’t need to spend all his thoughts on the enemy.

Berlanie: “Then I will return in the next two days to supervise the construction of the safe zone.”

Luka quickly asked, “How is the situation over at Moke City?”

“According to your original idea, using the Devil’s Desert and various supernatural stories as a gimmick, it has indeed attracted some tourists,” Berlanie estimated. “It will probably take another two or three years for it to really develop.”

Too slow.

Luka was very utilitarian. By the time all twenty-something poor cities he had begged from the Demon King were developed, he would be a hundred-year-old man.

Now, he had to revitalize these cities as soon as possible.

Berlanie saw something and said, “You want to use the internet for publicity?”

Luka nodded.

Pure scenery promotion was not enough. He also needed a marketing point.

He frowned tightly, trying to find a breakthrough point.

The dwarf race, city construction, and cultivating fans to get faith feedback were the three key things he needed to do next.

Especially the last one, which was directly related to his cultivation progress.

Time passed quietly. During this period, Luka kept walking back and forth. According to the quill pen’s experience, he would be about done after walking thirty thousand steps.

A whirlwind walk, until it started to snow again outside the window, and Luka’s face regained its spirit. “Take expanding the fan base as the foundation for action, continue to do skewers, and do all three things together.”

Singers rely on songs, actors rely on works, those without works rely on their faces, and at the very least, they can still stir up CP.

Although “The True and False Young Master” was also popular, because of the outrageous plot, all the fans that hatched were black fans.

Luka made a decision. “‘The True and False Young Master 2’ can start filming.”

The quill pen’s eyelid twitched slightly.

Luka’s eyes, full of faith, swept over. “I will definitely make you a black fan!”

The audience has all the negative emotions you want.

The quill pen: “…”

“We also have to shoot multiple scenes at the same time.”

Shooting multiple scenes at the same time was a big taboo for actors.

Luka didn’t have this taboo. His own needs came first.

“The True and False Young Master” was just a side project. The work he really wanted to complete was another one. “Using the existing continental races as a prototype, reshape the universe’s timeline, and create a super-burning war epic. Then create personal biographies for the popular characters, forming a high-light movie universe.”

The IP value of a movie universe was extremely high, and its unique worldview was conducive to diluting racial discrimination.

On the other hand, an ensemble drama was the easiest to produce black fans, solo fans, and CP fans.

In the process of tearing each other apart to seek recognition, the fan base would continue to grow.

Berlanie picked out the main point: “A war epic?”

It sounded pretty good. There should be a lot of people who would pay for these four words.

There was also some interest in the quill pen’s eyes.

To put it bluntly, regardless of race, everyone on the Saint-Demon Continent had a war factor in their bones.

Hearing that they all had a feeling, Luka’s eyes lit up. “The filming location will be set in Moke City. In the future, this place can be developed into a film and television experience resort.”

A classic film can make a city popular. With further guidance and publicity, it can attract tourists to travel and check in.

Several nearby cities could also be developed into film locations. By learning from the experience of a certain modern Hengdian, it could also provide a lot of employment.

Killing three birds with one stone, it simply met all the current needs.

Berlanie reminded him, “Operas are still in vogue now. If you want movies to truly develop, you need more groups to join this industry.”

It was true that Luka’s previous movie was very successful, but the market generally believed that it was an unrepeatable miracle.

The participation of the dragon race, Luka’s own popularity at the time, and the vigorous promotion of the Rhine Merchant Guild all contributed to the movie’s small wave of popularity.

Until now, when this trans-era work was mentioned, it was all met with a wave of scolding.

Luka nodded. “To take, one must first give.”

“In the future, we can hold a film festival, select the best film of the year, the best male and female lead, the best soundtrack award… each award will provide ample prize money…”

The quill pen suddenly spoke, “Replace the prize money with guidance from famous teachers, correction of ancient spells, providing high-level enchantments for equipment, etc.”

Those who can afford to make movies will not be short of money.

Luka: “That makes sense.”

The quill pen: “The film festival will be called the Luka Film Festival.”

“There’s…”

It was a bit exaggerated.

To be famous to this extent, no matter how thick-skinned Luka was, he couldn’t quite take it.

After thinking for a moment, he said, “Garwood?”

There was once a world-famous film center called Hollywood. The otherworldly counterfeit version would rub off some of its starlight.

The Garwood Film Festival.

It felt a bit of a mouthful. Luka thought about it again. “…The Jialai¹ Film Festival.”

It was catchy and sounded good. He asked happily, “Let’s call it the Jialai Film Festival. What do you think?”

The quill pen’s lips moved.

Jialai, Jialai… He repeated it silently a few times, then smiled.

“Good.”

There would be no better name than this.

The onlooking dragon was clear. Berlanie ignored the smiling eyes of the quill pen.

To hold a film festival, one must first let everyone truly know the charm of movies. Luka already had many ideas in his mind about this transformational blockbuster.

“In terms of actors, do you need help?” Berlanie asked.

This time, Luka did not refuse.

He immediately put his hands together in a prayer position. “Then I’ll have to trouble you. For the first part, I want to use the dwarf race as the prototype.”

Berlanie smiled.

“How many dwarves do you need?”

Luka tentatively held up a finger.

He wanted to say a thousand, but that would be too few to create a sense of scale.

Berlanie: “Ten thousand, right? I know.”

Luka’s back almost bent backward. Could he find so many?

Berlanie: “There are at least three to five hundred million dwarves active on the entire continent all year round.”

Hearing this, Luka felt that a major matter had been resolved and said, “During the filming, I want them to sign a confidentiality agreement.”

Berlanie: “Take people’s money, the rules are naturally set by you.”

After greeting the city lord of Boulder City, Luka returned to the Demon Domain that night. While the Holy Court was busy with its own affairs, he had to quickly finish the filming.

Berlanie went directly to find the actors and did not travel with them.

After crossing the border, Luka first went to the Klin Sentry Tower. After the network construction conference, this place had taken on a new look.

Not only had it become much more prosperous, but a large building for joint office work of all races was also recently being built. In the future, the establishment of the network protection wall and related research would all be carried out here.

All races had already sent their resident representatives in advance.

Luka met with the representatives sent by the light elf and dark elf races alone.

He was a man of action. The other representatives who wanted to ask about the rumors of the terminal exploding had no chance to interrupt at all.

Conference room.

The light elves and dark elves sat at the extreme ends of the long table, with Luka at the center.

The dark elf narrowed his eyes. “When your hair was blown by the wind, you were five centimeters closer to him.”

Not a single strand of hair should be biased towards the light elves!

“…” Luka had no choice but to tie up his hair. “This time, I have something to ask of you two.”

He spoke in short, introducing the upcoming blockbuster.

The dark elf’s innate warlike factor was immediately stimulated. The light elf, on the contrary, just listened quietly.

“I want to hire you two to be the film’s music arrangers.”

The Elf King had just experienced a major battle, and he still had a lot of things to deal with in his clan. Luka was embarrassed to disturb him for personal matters.

“Arranging music is no problem,” the light elf had a good impression of Luka. His naturally cold emerald eyes swept over the dark elf. “But I am enough.”

The dark elf sneered, with the same meaning.

Music is an extremely important part of a movie and absolutely cannot be treated perfunctorily. If it were just one elf, it would be difficult to complete this workload in a short period of time.

Obviously, both sides were unwilling to admit this.

Seeing Luka’s silence, the dark elf asked sharply, “Do you think I’m not good enough? That’s why you found a light elf to help.”

The smoke of gunpowder was about to ignite.

The quill pen glanced at the dark elf, but Luka calmly replied, “Even the best composers have different areas of expertise.”

He first stated a few scenes that needed soundtracks: “One is the daily interaction between the protagonist and his family. The music style should be light and sad; secondly, we also need music related to war, passionate and tragic, just listening to it gives a sense of grandeur and etherealness…”

The dark elf interrupted, stubbornly wanting to compete with the light elf.

“Didn’t you find our clan to do the music for ‘The True and False Young Master’? You should know our level.”

Grover had a good relationship with the dark elf clan leader, but the news of the hot spring peeping back then had created a rift between the dark elves and Luka.

He didn’t forget to pick on the thorn in the other’s words. “Lighthearted and sad are two completely different emotions, and passion will weaken the ethereal feeling. Mixing everything together will only result in a hodgepodge.”

The description of language is indeed easy to be abstract.

While Luka was thinking, the other party was still pestering him.

Finally, Luka’s patience ran out. “I have heard a few very touching pieces of music before, which may bring some inspiration.”

The dark elf naturally did not believe it.

Although the light elf recognized Luka, he actually didn’t find this statement very convincing either.

Luka generously held out his hand. “I need a flute.”

There were flutes in this era, and the elf race’s storage rings were never short of musical instruments.

After getting the instrument and recalling the tune for a moment, Luka adjusted the angle of the bamboo flute, lowered his eyes slightly, and began to play.

Lacking the accompaniment of other instruments for the prelude, he could only forcefully enter the theme.

There was no room for buffer throughout the entire process.

Almost at the moment Luka started playing, the dark elf trembled all over and looked over in disbelief.

His lazy attitude unconsciously disappeared. Gradually, he completely forgot about his grudge with the light elf and took the initiative to move closer, trying to hear more clearly.

Luka was playing “Star Sky,” which could almost be called an epic battle song.

Although the flute could not present a clear melodic contrast, its advantage was a stronger sense of rhythm.

Anyone who heard it would automatically have a battlefield of charging into the enemy lines unfold in their mind. Even the quill pen seemed to see the night fall, and the battlefield that had long been abandoned automatically appeared. In the middle of the song, the sound of the flute became higher, giving a sense of dawn. After listening, it felt as if the sun would never rise again.

Poignant and tragic.

The conference room had no facilities to block magic. A beast carriage passed by outside.

The demonic beast flew directly to super high speed.

The passenger who was thrown off halfway: “…”

Luka only played for a few dozen seconds, but after he stopped, both the light elf and the dark elf felt their souls trembling, their faces full of disbelief.

“Who composed this piece of music?!”

Luka calmly stated the name and the studio.

The two elves racked their brains, confirming that they had never heard of it.

Luka shrugged. “They are all humans who don’t know magic.”

“Impossible,” the light and dark elves said in rare unison.

One minute, two minutes… Under Luka’s quiet gaze, they had no choice but to accept reality.

While the two sides were in a daze, Luka picked up the flute again and actually began a new round of performance.

A completely different musical style, the previously tsunami-like surging emotions were magically soothed in an instant.

The sunlight seemed to be shining in.

The light elf only felt that it was an incomparably warm piece of music. The dark elf was different, and inexplicably felt a little sad.

The timbre of the flute perfectly matched this piece of music. Until Luka finished playing, everyone present was still lost in a daze for a long time.

“It’s about this kind of soundtrack.”

Luka looked at the two somewhat dazed faces. “The fusion of emotions is not easy to do, especially with light music, but I believe that with your two’s creativity, it can definitely be done.”

He didn’t hear an answer.

Luka’s tone was slightly hesitant. “…Is it not possible?”

“Of course it is.”

“A piece of cake.”

An elf cannot say no, especially in music arrangement.

The quill pen stood in the corner with its arms crossed, a smile on its lips. After hearing that even humans who don’t know magic can create such great works, they definitely wouldn’t say no.

After boasting, the elves regretted it.

When Luka talked about the work remuneration, they seemed to be listening, but in reality, they were already absent-minded.

After negotiating the remuneration and the delivery time of the music, Luka said solemnly, “Then I’ll have to trouble you two.”

After speaking, he stood up and left.

Outside the conference room, the staff of the nearby news department were standing there at some point, all having stopped because they had heard the music earlier.

The two elves also stood up at this time.

They squeezed out of the encirclement with a cold and proud look on their faces, and in just a few seconds, they disappeared.

In a corner, the light elf directly sent a private message to the Elf King:

[King, the time to bet on the honor of our race has come!]

A few minutes passed, and the Elf King only sent back a cold question mark.

The light elf sent over the live recording he had just made with the last shred of his reason.

After the message was sent, there was no response for a long time. After an unknown amount of time, a video call was initiated from the other side.

The light elf said eagerly, “The piece of music you heard earlier was created by a human who doesn’t know magic.”

The Elf King suddenly remembered Luka’s phrase, “experts are among the common people.”

He had agreed with it before but had not paid much attention to it. This time, however, he truly felt the creativity in the mortal world.

The light elf hesitated for a moment.

A moment later, he said tentatively:

“King, I boasted that I could also create something like this.”

“…”

The same thing was happening on the dark elf’s side.

After listening to the music displayed on the terminal, the dark elf clan leader was greatly shocked.

“You’re telling me, a human can write this?”

The dark elf added, “It was written by someone with no magic power.”

The clan leader: “…”

The dark elf: “I boasted that I could do it too.”

“You’re talking nonsense.”

“…Can the clan secretly give me some help? In any case, I absolutely cannot lose to the light elves.”

The dark elf clan leader fell silent, then sighed heavily.

“I know many friends who are good at grand and magnificent music styles. By brainstorming, I don’t believe I can’t write a work that will shock the heavens and move the ghosts and gods.”

The two great clans, the light elves and the dark elves, were fired up with a burning fighting spirit.

And Luka, the true king of involution, after causing a huge wave in the calm lake, set off again for Moke City.

The terrain of Moke City was even worse than that of the Klin Sentry Tower.

There was no winter here. The surrounding area was adjacent to a desert, and a large area of bare rock covered the land. In the distance, the yellow sand filled the sky.

After Luka’s plan to develop a tourist city, Moke City barely had a bit of life, and at least there were more hotels around.

But every time the wind blew, it still seemed infinitely desolate.

He arrived at dusk.

He looked down at the wasteland from mid-air, but he was exceptionally excited. “It’s a perfect filming location!”

It was just a little too desolate.

“We still need to build some large sheds.”

Luka already had a basic idea for the story he wanted to film, including the types of buildings needed.

The quill pen said lightly, “It just so happens that the dwarf race is good at construction. Let them work hard on filming during the day, transport materials in the afternoon, and build houses together at night.”

In the hot weather, Luka gasped.

Seeing him not speaking, the quill pen said, “I know, this is the default.”

Luka forced a smile. “Is it possible that this is called being dried out and silent?”

The quill pen pretended not to hear.

For a race that had targeted Luka several times, the quill pen naturally lacked goodwill. As he had said before, Luka was too soft-hearted in some matters.

Luka was too lazy to explain and decided to use actions to tell the other party what sustainable development was.

Due to the special terrain, the high altitude was the best place for a sneak attack. There was a formation set up in the sky of Moke City. Luka and the quill pen walked the last stretch on foot.

The city lord personally came out to welcome Luka.

Hearing that the Klin Sentry Tower had developed surprisingly fast, was it finally their turn for this overwhelming wealth?

Moke City was vast and sparsely populated, with only more than thirty thousand demon citizens. The nearby residents were lying on high buildings, looking down, curious about the new king of this territory.

Luka didn’t waste a single word when they met and said to the city lord:

“In two days, I’m going to shoot a movie here. About ten thousand dwarves will be coming soon.

The wind, sand, and sun are strong nearby. Prepare clothes suitable for dwarves for sale in advance. The crew will only be responsible for three meals, but filming is physically demanding. Dwarves prefer meat, so speed up the construction of a food street. Put up more signs for nearby attractions, such as ‘not responsible for any misfortune encountered,’ ‘try not to travel after midnight,’ etc., to arouse the dwarves’ curiosity and willingness to spend money on themed suites. By the way, this themed suite should be charged double.”

The filming has fees for extras. Let them earn money where they spend it, and in the end, they will have to pay more.

In this way, the economic indicators for the latter half of the year will be completed.

The city lord was dumbfounded.

On the side, the quill pen witnessed true recycling.

After making the arrangements, Luka asked, “Where do I live?”

The city lord came back to his senses. “Are you staying in a themed suite?”

“…” I didn’t ask you to cheat your own people.

The city lord led the way to a temporary guild hall. During this period, his gaze swept over the quill pen, and he sighed inwardly. As expected of His Highness Iliad, he pulls hatred everywhere and only brings one protector when he travels.

The infrastructure of Moke City was not bad. It couldn’t be said that the houses were built extremely well, but at least they had a strong regional character.

His footsteps stopped in front of a grotto-style fortress. The city lord said, “This is it. Your Highness, do you need anything else?”

Just as Luka was about to shake his head, the quill pen said, “Gears, the more the better.”

The city lord was puzzled.

Luka was also curious. “What do we need gears for?”

The two words “we” were never tiring to hear. The quill pen replied warmly, “To create a person.”

“???”

Excerpt from Luka’s diary:

No need to wait for wealth, development is now.
I command you in the name of the future Demon King—
Film city, be established!
Alex: …Stay away from the Sage’s Sword.
The Sage’s Sword: @Luka, ignore the one upstairs. Let us, in the name of the sword, prove the way to the film city!
Alex: …
The God of Forging is a script, not a novel, ha. Otherwise, if the article develops to this point, and I write a novel with the same routine, the dwarf race is shocked, etc., you will feel like you’re hitting a wall…

1. Jia (迦) from Luka’s name, and lai (莱) from Alex (阿莱克斯). ↩︎

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