All-rounder Artist-Chapter 676 - 642: What Doesn’t Kill Me Will Only Make Me Stronger_1

On the stage of lies, everyone was dancing!

As Truman repeatedly struggled to rise, trying to escape altogether, only to be met with ceaseless futile setbacks, his adversities had subtly tugged at the hearts of all the theater representatives…

Truman was somewhat at a loss.

He began to be unable to distinguish between what was real and what was fictitious.

Just then.

Truman’s father reappeared.

Marlon said, "I have found the source of it all…"

The show’s producer.

The stern middle-aged man staged an epochal drama of reunion, Truman and his father embracing amidst billowing dry ice!

"Cue the music!"

"Close-up!"

"Extreme close-up!"

Magnificent and deeply stirring, all the viewers watching the "Truman Show" in the movie were moved to tears.

In the control room.

A huge applause broke out!

The producer had once more thwarted Truman’s escape. It turned out that the show’s crew had navigated various unexpected challenges over the past countless years, choking every opportunity for Truman to discover the truth!

This time was no different!

However, the theater representatives felt a stronger chill. Many people were uncomfortable.

"This producer is so malicious!"

"He rules over Truman’s life!"

"The viewers in the movie are too indifferent!"

"They find such scenes touching, yet they’re oblivious to the revolting motives of the production crew."

"The producer is moved by his own creation."

"’It’s all for your own good’, must be what the producer is thinking."

"His thought process is dangerous."

"..."

Discussion erupted in the theater.

Everyone felt somewhat hopeless.

They all felt that Truman had been deceived once again.

"This shouldn’t be..."

Pan Lei looked somewhat unsure.

With a parched voice, Ye Hongyu spoke, "What’s wrong?"

"Didn’t you notice? Two-thirds of the movie has gone by. If Truman hasn’t discovered the truth by now, the pacing of the rest will be problematic unless Xian Yu plans to keep Truman in the dark till the end of the movie."

Pan Lei reasoned from a practical perspective.

Ye Hongyu froze.

Could the plot be that brutal?

Did Xian Yu plan to keep Truman from discovering the truth until the end?

It seemed Xian Yu had indeed crafted these intentions.

Truman returned to the state he was in at the beginning of the movie.

Eating when he should and sleeping when he should.

It’s as if he had entirely given up on leaving.

The theater representatives frowned in unison.

This was clearly not the plot they wanted to see.

Just like a thorn, unless Truman left, this thorn would mercilessly pierce the hearts of everyone in the theater!

No one could extract it!

However.

Just when the viewers in the movie were filled with excitement and the audience outside the movie felt a lump in their throats, the plot took another twist!

Truman hadn’t given up!

He had actually fooled the ubiquitous cameras, discreetly escaping in the middle of the night!

"He’s aware of it!"

"He’s going to run away again!"

For the first time, a loud cheer erupted in the theater and all the theater representatives’ faces were filled with excitement and anticipation!

Inside the movie.

The movie crew finally realized something was amiss!

The entire Eastfield village sprang to action!

All the actors were looking for Truman!

The whole world was looking for Truman!

The producer, eager to keep the lighting optimal, directly controlled the sunrise…

It turned out, Eastfield village was one huge filming base. If one were to gaze at Blue Star from space, two constructions would stand out!

The first was The Great Wall!

The second was Eastfield village!

The movie hadn’t revealed the size of Eastfield village before, but when this explanation arrived, the theatre representatives were all left dumbfounded!

What terrifying ambition!

This was Truman’s world!

A magnificent base comparable to The Great Wall!

But…

Where had Truman gone?

The frantic search by the production team yielded no leads.

In the end, on the sea, they found a boat.

Truman had set sail!

The one who was too terrified to even walk across a bridge, the one who trembled at the mere sight of the sea, had actually single-handedly sailed out to sea!

"He’s on the run again!"

Ye Hongyu’s voice trembled slightly.

Pan Lei’s hands separated, each forming a fist: "I knew it!"

Xian Yu always knew what the audience wanted to see!

Even if this is an art film!

He wouldn’t make it tragic just for the sake of tragedy!

He wouldn’t sacrifice the audience’s emotions to fulfill so-called art!

The audience’s emotions were thoroughly roused!

Go!

Truman!

Go discover the truth of this world!

Escape this seemingly gentle but horrific prison!

Not just the theater representatives.

Even the viewers in the movie were cheering for Truman!

In the control room.

The producer finally lost his cool!

He watched as Truman, who he had painstakingly nurtured for countless years, was attempting to escape his control!

"Storm!"

He practically roared!

This was Truman’s world!

This was his world too!

He was the king of this world!

In this world, he could do anything!

Like what the movie introduction suggested, the producer indeed was the king of this world because there were devices everywhere in his world. From sunrise to sunset, everything was under the crew’s control, let alone a storm on the sea—

A storm descends.

Truman fiercely struggled against it!

The producer hysterically manipulated everything: "Center the storm on the boat!"

"Thunder!"

"Lightning!"

"Flash again!"

"Hit him!"

The viewers in the movie went insane: "Go Truman!"

The viewers in the theater went even more insane: "Go Truman!"

Boom!

The man-made lightning struck the mast. Truman plunged into the depths, but he didn’t give up. He tediously swam towards the boat…

The viewers in the movie were shouting hysterically!

The viewers outside the movie were also shouting hysterically!

Inside the movie.

Outside the movie.

The voices of the audience in two different worlds almost converged!

Truman slowly, with every ounce of his strength, managed to get back onto the boat. Amid the howling storm and flashing lightning, he yelled:

"What else have you got!"

"If you want to stop me, then kill me!"

His hair was drenching wet, his entire body was dripping wet, but his eyes were more determined than ever. His veins bulged intermittently in the raging storm:

"What doesn’t kill me, will only make me stronger!!!"

What doesn’t kill me!

Will only make me stronger!

Inside the theater and outside!

The audience was ecstatic!

The producer abruptly turned around, he had gone mad. This was his world, he couldn’t lose, he mustn’t lose:

"Increase the wind force!"

"He’s tied himself to the ship..."

"Increase the wind force!"

"This will kill him!"

"He was born here... capsize the ship!"

"..."

Everyone was trying to stop the producer, but the producer had gone mad, his emotions completely out of control!

Hysteria!

Truman was his most outstanding work!

If his work gets out of control, he’d rather destroy it!

When the crew didn’t obey, he took matters into his own hands, activating, one by one, devices that caused waves to engulf the world!

Thunderbolt!

Storm!

The boat was completely capsized!

Truman was sunk to the seabed!

He was still tied to the ship.

"Truman..."

In the movie, the audience’s eyes were red.

Outside the movie, the audience’s voices were tinged with a hint of crying.

There was a sense of tragic heroism amidst the storm!

No one knew how much time had passed.

Suddenly, the producer seemed to lose all his strength: "That’s enough..."

The ship was righted.

Dark clouds quickly retreated.

The sea surface became calm again.

The darkness vanished without a trace, and bright sunlight shone on the sparkling sea.

This scene was breathtakingly beautiful!

How was Truman doing?

In the sad music, it seemed as if the whole world were watching the figure who had tied himself to the ship...

Suddenly.

Truman struggled to prop up his body.

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The music suddenly became heroic and passionate!

Truman!

He was still alive!

The entire theater was in a state of great excitement!

In their seats.

Someone stood up.

One, two, three...

More and more theater representatives stood up!

Truman was still alive!

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He had survived the storm!

He sat on the boat, enjoying the sea breeze.

Even with cracked lips, a bruised face, and looking so ragged, his eyes were shining with an unprecedented light!

Clink.

The vessel collided with a wall.

In a daze, Truman stood up and saw for the first time the end of Eastfield village, which turned out to be a man-made wall.

On the wall, there were paintings of blue sky and white clouds, so lifelike that it was almost indistinguishable from reality.

"Hmm..."

"Ah..."

"Ha..."

It seemed like he was laughing, or crying, and in the end, only complicated sounds of unclear meaning were left.

Was this the end of the world?

No.

It was just the end of Eastfield village.

It was just the end of the cage.

Suddenly.

All the music vanished.

All the sounds disappeared along with it.

In the silent picture.

He was desperately smashing his body against the wall!

It seemed as if he didn’t know the pain!

He swung his arms countless times!

The long shot was pulled back.

The man was resisting the will of the world in the most primitive way!

In the theater.

People were breathing heavily.

A few emotional individuals had slightly reddened eyes.

Tears of emotion whirled in their eyes.

"He did it!"

Pan Lei’s words were extremely heavy.

"Yes, he did it."

Ye Hongyu tried to keep her voice steady.

But the tiny tremble in her voice was beyond her control.

Finally, Truman found a staircase.

He walked up the steps.

He forcefully pushed open the door.

"Truman."

A voice suddenly rang out from the sky.

The producer’s voice.

This was the first direct conversation the producer had with Truman, after watching him silently for countless years.

"Who are you?"

Truman stopped, his back to the camera, his expression invisible to anyone.

"I am the creator, the one who created a television show that is loved by the masses."

"So, who am I?"

"You are the star of that show, the absolute protagonist, the world revolves around you!"

"Is everyone else fake?"

"You are real...hence the multitude of people watching you...Take my advice, the outside world is as fake as the world I gave you...It has the same lies, the same deceits, but in my world, you needn’t be afraid, I know you better than you know yourself."

"You can’t install a camera in my brain!"

"You’re scared, so you can’t leave, that’s okay, I understand..."

The producer at this moment, surprisingly tender:

"I have watched over your life, from the moment you were born, from your first steps, I remember when you started first grade, and the day you lost a tooth..."

The producer even laughed, his laugh was particularly gentle, he even stroked the image of Truman in the camera:

"You can’t leave, Truman, stay with me..."

He looked like a kindly elder, patiently coaxing his child.

Truman was silent.

The producer’s smile suddenly disappeared: "Answer me, speak, you’re on live TV, you’re broadcasting worldwide!"

In the movie.

The audience nervously watched the screen.

Outside the movie.

The theater representatives were also staring intently at the screen.

Truman suddenly turned around.

He suddenly laughed.

"If I never see you again, good morning, good afternoon, and good night..."

His right hand across his chest, he slightly bowed, taking a final bow.

"That’s it."

With that, he walked briskly out of the dark door, the destination unknown.

"Ah!!!!!!"

In the movie, the whole world is cheering!

In the theater, the theater representatives clenched their fists tightly, their mouths turning upward!

Their joy came from deep within their hearts!

It was as if...

The Truman who escaped Eastfield village was them.

The Truman Show, off the air.

The final shot of the movie.

The security guards who were eating fast food and watching "The Truman Show" suddenly asked:

"Are there any other shows?"

"Let’s see what else there is."

Inside the theater, the cheering crowd, with their joyous cheers, gradually died down, as if by agreement.

A moment later.

Inside the theater, everything returned to utter silence.