Movie World Collector

Chapter 23 Nightmare Entanglement (34)

When you want to use lines or words to achieve your own purpose, they will become powerful, alive, and even have their own character.

You will find that they are so difficult to control, always trying to break through your grasp to achieve their own purpose.

Shen Ze at noon had a deep understanding of this.

It is very easy to draw lines, but to combine the lines to make them more like a tree, a dog, a fountain, or a bicycle, the difficulty immediately increases a hundred times, a thousand times.

In some paintings, he strictly followed the instructions in the book "Basics of Sketching" to paint. The trees he painted looked like fountains, the bicycles he painted looked like dogs, and the people he painted completely lost their original meaning of human beings. Somewhat.

Of course, such paintings are not recognized by the system, and they cannot be used as scrolls, not even the most basic whiteboard scrolls.

Thinking back to the process of making the first scroll, that is, Hachiko's soul portrait, and comparing the countless failures now, Shen Ze guessed that maybe it was because of being too nervous?
He still has no way to confirm this conjecture, because he has not successfully drawn a second painting that can be recognized by the system.

But he knew that when he was painting that soul portrait, he was indeed not as nervous as he is now, at least not as eager for success as he is now.

He was inexplicably brought to the main world, and then traveled to the movie world of "The Story of Hachiko" because of a mission. At that time, his mood was quite complicated.

There was consternation, rejoicing, joy, and joy, but there was no tension, let alone the desire to complete the task and leave that world.

It was in that mood that the first portrait of Hachiko's soul was created with a game attitude and was recognized by the system as a collection scroll.

The portrait of the soul is really quite ugly, but it is also surprisingly aura, and it really portrays Hachiko's expectations for Professor Parker.

This point has been proved by the recognition of Maya and more tourists.

Reflecting now, Shen Ze thinks that he is indeed too nervous. He is eager to improve his painting skills and for every painting to be recognized by the system as a collection scroll, even if such scrolls may not be used at all in the future.

It was this kind of emotion that affected his ability to express himself, and made him feel helpless, completely unable to describe the charm of the target, and even their original shapes were drawn in a mess, turning them into strange things with four different shapes.

Then, I should relax a bit, stop thinking about those successes and failures, concentrate on searching and feeling them, and let them really enter my heart.

In any case, this is at least an idea. It may not succeed, but it will not lose more.

Shen Ze decided to find another way, not to observe the object in front of him to copy with his eyes, but to draw something he is more familiar with, a frequent visitor in his nightmares - the mutated crypt tarantula.

At this moment, he forgot everything, the blue sky, the green trees, the green grass, the crowds of people, the picturesque park, and even the gradually blazing sun above his head, even he himself was not within his perception.

He truly lost himself, except for the mutated burrow tarantula that brought him countless nightmares.

I don't know how much time has passed, when Shen Ze felt the cold from his body again, and when the cold sweat dripped down his forehead, he knew that his painting was completed, and it would definitely be recognized by the system as a scroll.

At a rough glance, the drawing board is just a mess of lines. Whether it is thickness, uniformity, or the overall light and dark ratio, it is very inconsistent with the dogma of "Basics of Sketching".

Even if you look carefully, you can only find a few compound eyes and an organ that looks like a spider's mouthparts from this group of lines.

They couldn't really see the whole body of the mutated burrow tarantulas, and they couldn't even find their sharpest killing weapon--the eight knives-sharp joint limbs.

It seems that this painting is a complete failure, except for one thing, it shows a kind of charm, the charm that a cold, ruthless, ferocious night hunter would have.

And this kind of charm is what Shen Ze and his companions fear most deeply.

That alone makes it a success.

The reaction of the crowd who had gathered around him to watch the joke proved it.

When the last line representing the mouthparts of the mutated burrow tarantula was drawn, people immediately exploded.

"Wow, what is that, it's so scary!"

"Go, go, go."

"Wow, Mom, I'm so scared."

The system prompt once again proved Shen Ze's success.

"[Collection Scroll: Variant Crypt Tarantula] was successfully produced, the scroll level is F, the host [Scroll Production] skill experience is increased by 9 points, the level is raised to F-, and the current experience is 0/100."

Shen Ze succeeded. Not only did he get the first high-quality collection scroll, but he also raised his [Scroll Making] skill level by one level.

The appearance of this scroll further proves the correctness of his idea. He can make more scrolls and gain more experience according to this idea.

This is something very worthy of celebration, but at this moment Shen Ze has no intention of being happy.

He left that nightmarish world, but the nightmare still haunted him, appearing from time to time in corners he deliberately wanted to forget.

Just like this mutated crypt tarantula.

In the cataclysmic era, the mutated crypt tarantula was not the most powerful mutated creature, but it was the nightmare of all crypt survivors, including Shen Ze.

They don't have the mountain-like size of the mutated swamp giant crocodile, and they don't have the psychedelic ability of the piranha. The strongest of these mutated creatures, which are about the size of an adult, is their silent digging ability.

The spider silk has mutated in their mouths, more like some kind of strong acid that melts iron and gold. No matter what kind of metal it is, it will be completely corroded in front of their spider silk, and it will corrode silently.

Only when people smell the special stench from them will they realize that the steel lair they rely on has been breached by this killer that only haunts the ground.

It was already too late by this time, and unless one was lucky enough, no one would be able to escape their sharp claws and strong acid spider silk in this situation, and the only thing waiting for them was the most tragic fate—being eaten and melted into pus by strong acid spider silk.

Shen Ze was lucky, he managed to escape this tragic fate.

But at the same time he was unfortunate.

The nursery in his crypt was breached by a powerful mutant crypt tarantula, killing all seventeen babies.

As for him, the older child who was responsible for taking care of those babies, it just cast a cold glance and then turned away. The eyes were exactly the same as the one he had painted.

That year, he was seven years old.

(End of this chapter)