ERIC, Julia, and Rachel watched beside the director as they waited for Marcus to fail.'I don't know why you try so hard, Marcus. You're just a loser, and no matter what you do, you'll always be one,' Rachel thought, a sly smile playing on her face.They believe that Marcus wouldn't be successful. I mean, how could a loser and a pimp like Marcus fight?The hot sun blazed down on the actors and crew, adding to the tension of the occasion. Marcus readied himself mentally as the crew members hustled to set up the action scene. He is inside one of the destroyed buildings, crouching behind a destroyed wall while holding a walkie-talkie together.As for his fellow actor that will play the soldier that he is gonna be fighting, he was in the other room of the building, waiting for his cue.This was different from the audition. There were more cameras all over him, recording each and every gesture, expression, and aspect of his performance. All of his colleagues' actors were looking at him w
Marcus was sitting quietly, avoiding the woman’s eyes by looking around the room.The walls were adorned with artwork that matched the aesthetic of the house, and it was obvious that they were all very expensive.His gaze fell upon a series of framed pictures arranged on a side table.Among them were photos of Christina through the years. Marcus could easily identify her because Christina started her acting career very young and acted in big films that made her win big awards.Suddenly, the door opened, and presumably, the master of the house, a man in his 50s with a commanding presence, entered the room, his eyes narrowing as he examined Marcus."You are Marcus Thornwood?" the man questioned, his voice stern and demanding."Yes, sir. I'm Marcus Thornwood," Marcus replied respectfully.The man nodded as he sat in front of Marcus, and the woman walked to sit beside his husband."Janet, get us something to eat and drink," the man commanded the old maid, which the old maid quickly acknow
Marcus was sitting quietly, avoiding the woman’s eyes by looking around the room.The walls were adorned with artwork that matched the aesthetic of the house, and it was obvious that they were all very expensive.His gaze fell upon a series of framed pictures arranged on a side table.Among them were photos of Christina through the years. Marcus could easily identify her because Christina started her acting career very young and acted in big films that made her win big awards.Suddenly, the door opened, and presumably, the master of the house, a man in his 50s with a commanding presence, entered the room, his eyes narrowing as he examined Marcus."You are Marcus Thornwood?" the man questioned, his voice stern and demanding."Yes, sir. I'm Marcus Thornwood," Marcus replied respectfully.The man nodded as he sat in front of Marcus, and the woman walked to sit beside his husband."Janet, get us something to eat and drink," the man commanded the old maid, which the old maid quickly acknow
Marcus was sitting quietly, avoiding the woman’s eyes by looking around the room.The walls were adorned with artwork that matched the aesthetic of the house, and it was obvious that they were all very expensive.His gaze fell upon a series of framed pictures arranged on a side table.Among them were photos of Christina through the years. Marcus could easily identify her because Christina started her acting career very young and acted in big films that made her win big awards.Suddenly, the door opened, and presumably, the master of the house, a man in his 50s with a commanding presence, entered the room, his eyes narrowing as he examined Marcus."You are Marcus Thornwood?" the man questioned, his voice stern and demanding."Yes, sir. I'm Marcus Thornwood," Marcus replied respectfully.The man nodded as he sat in front of Marcus, and the woman walked to sit beside his husband."Janet, get us something to eat and drink," the man commanded the old maid, which the old maid quickly acknow
'What is he doing?' Julia didn't know what to do. 'Shit, I'm gonna be cut from the scene again! Is he retrying the scene where I said, 'What do you mean, Colonel?' Or the scene where I point a gun at him? Shit! Which scene is he trying to do?!'"I killed enemies. Who I killed are the enemies of my country! Murphy, Finley, Koa—I killed them. With this rifle," Marcus muttered, his voice trembling.His eyes held an empty, distant gaze, as if he had become lost in a web of deception, unable to distinguish between his true identity and the illusion he had woven for so long.Julia sighed in relief hearing Marcus. 'Thank God, he didn't change the dialogue,' she thought back in her mind.Julia acted shocked, and Eric's eyes widened in disbelief. "W-What do you mean, Colonel? What do you fucking mean?" Megan yelled.Eric, as if realizing something, his eyes widened. "Y-You killed William?!" William was Alexie's friend.But Victor just raised an eyebrow and then massaged his head. "W-William
Marcus felt his phone vibrate and saw the notification pop up on his screen but when he was about to reach for his phone a translucent screen appeared.[Mission Accomplished!][Congratulations, Host! You have successfully completed your mission: "Mission 2: Change the Fate of Someone Who Will Appear In Front of the Host."][You have altered the destiny of the character, Christina Morgan. Your actions have shaped their fate!][You have earned:][Experience Points (XP): + 5000][ Reputation Points (RP): +5000][Insight into Future Events: 1 use only]Marcus' eyes widened! "5000?!" he yelled and there was a knock on his wall that made him jump. It was his neighbor. "Shit! I forgot the walls are very thin! B-But 5000 Reputation Points? W-Wow!" Marcus exclaimed, whispering very quietly."The system explained that 10 Reputation Points is a dollar and I currently have 5730 RP. So, I have 573 dollars—Oh! That is not a lot. Did I overreact?"Marcus' expression changed immediately. He has $500
Marcus was sitting quietly, avoiding the woman’s eyes by looking around the room.The walls were adorned with artwork that matched the aesthetic of the house, and it was obvious that they were all very expensive.His gaze fell upon a series of framed pictures arranged on a side table.Among them were photos of Christina through the years. Marcus could easily identify her because Christina started her acting career very young and acted in big films that made her win big awards.Suddenly, the door opened, and presumably, the master of the house, a man in his 50s with a commanding presence, entered the room, his eyes narrowing as he examined Marcus."You are Marcus Thornwood?" the man questioned, his voice stern and demanding."Yes, sir. I'm Marcus Thornwood," Marcus replied respectfully.The man nodded as he sat in front of Marcus, and the woman walked to sit beside his husband."Janet, get us something to eat and drink," the man commanded the old maid, which the old maid quickly acknow
Marcus was sitting quietly, avoiding the woman’s eyes by looking around the room.The walls were adorned with artwork that matched the aesthetic of the house, and it was obvious that they were all very expensive.His gaze fell upon a series of framed pictures arranged on a side table.Among them were photos of Christina through the years. Marcus could easily identify her because Christina started her acting career very young and acted in big films that made her win big awards.Suddenly, the door opened, and presumably, the master of the house, a man in his 50s with a commanding presence, entered the room, his eyes narrowing as he examined Marcus."You are Marcus Thornwood?" the man questioned, his voice stern and demanding."Yes, sir. I'm Marcus Thornwood," Marcus replied respectfully.The man nodded as he sat in front of Marcus, and the woman walked to sit beside his husband."Janet, get us something to eat and drink," the man commanded the old maid, which the old maid quickly acknow