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Book 5: Chapter 101: Idols Are Always A Little Different Than Imagined
Book 5: Chapter 101: Idols Are Always A Little Different Than Imagined
Book 5: Chapter 101: Idols Are Always A Little Different Than Imagined
Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was the eve of the tournament.
“Today is a very important day.” Taylor stared intently at the wall calendar. Today’s date was circled exclusively in red, emphasizing its significance. Today was… Mr. Yellow’s book signing event!
Mr. Yellow was an illustration artist who had risen to fame in some small communities over the past two years. The comic books he drew quickly captured a portion of his loyal readers with their unique artstyle, exciting plots, and explicit depictions.
Although his comics were banned in many countries, it did not affect the desire of loyal readers to read them. And Taylor was one of them.
He vividly recalled the moment he first opened that comic book, a year ago. It was just a picture book placed in a brothel to liven things up. When Taylor flipped a few pages out of boredom, his heart was instantly captivated by a jolt of electrifying excitement.
How wonderful!
How insightful!
How marvelous!
It was a complete waste for those ignorant and uncultured fools to place such a comic book in a filthy brothel simply due to its slight erotic content!
Those ignorant fools failed to truly understand its content! All they could see in it was the eroticism and the parts that left them breathless. However, the true essence of this comic book resided far beyond that, delving into something much more profound, something truly esoteric! It was hidden amidst the eroticism, transcending the mere rush of adrenaline!
From that moment on, Taylor became the most loyal fan of Mr. Yellow. He would get his hands on each of Mr. Yellow’s masterpieces as soon as they were released and read them over and over again. He also wrote letters to Mr. Yellow, but unfortunately, he never received any responses from him.
However, a sincere fan could always move the heavens.
Today, a whole year after that, Taylor received news from the Holy Dragon Empire’s intelligence network that Mr. Yellow would be holding a fan signing today in Jeorgetown City!
So Taylor, who usually slept until noon, got up very early today.
He brushed his teeth, took a shower, burned incense, shaved his armpits, and even smeared his bald head with the lightly-scented hair wax he never used.
He changed out of the white singlet, black pants, and flip-flops that he had been wearing forever and put on a long trench coat with a dragon pattern sewn on the inner lining, along with polished leather boots.
Always believing that temperament conquered all, Taylor, who was always unkempt, finally looked somewhat decent today.
“Not bad, the Aurora Dragon really does have an extraordinary temperament!”
Taylor completed the look by putting on a pair of sunglasses that almost covered half of his face. He admired his gallant appearance in front of the mirror and grinned in satisfaction, showing off his pearly whites.
“I must use my temperament to convince Mr. Yellow to personally give me his autograph.”
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In the western district…
Due to the recent mass poisoning incident caused by a certain heartless prince, security measures in Jeorgetown City had once again been heightened. All participants were now prohibited from engaging in commercial activities and venturing out after eight in the evening. Additionally, every participant was required to wear a designated armband displaying their identity when leaving their rooms. The law enforcers conducting patrols would approach individuals wearing these armbands to inquire about their presence.
Unless absolutely necessary, all participants were forced to stay in the hotel. The host took on the responsibility of providing meals, which was a transparent source compared to restaurants outside. This offered a greater sense of reassurance, as it eliminated the risk of individuals being poisoned with laxatives and suffering social embarrassment.
Due to this very reason, the street appeared noticeably more deserted than it did yesterday or the day before. The majority of people on the street were locals, and the absence of foreign tourists to engage with had dampened the enthusiasm of the once lively roadside vendors.
By the time Taylor arrived at the event venue, he was greeted by a long queue. Despite Mr. Yellow’s work catering to a specific target audience, his distinctive style had a higher chance of producing die-hard fans. Among the large crowd, there were many foreign participants sporting armbands.
Instead of taking advantage of his privilege, Taylor kept his huge sunglasses on and walked to the end of the line instead. He pulled out a copy of Mr. Yellow’s previous work to pass the time while patiently waiting for the line to shorten.
Finally, after an hour of waiting, it was his turn.
Taylor suppressed the excitement in his heart, took off his sunglasses, and revealed what he thought was a perfect smile that he had practiced countless times in front of a mirror. He wiped both hands on his trench coat before respectfully extending them toward Mr. Yellow, who was sitting in front of the table and signing the books earnestly.
“It’s an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Yellow. I’m your loyal fan. ‘Love Between Slime, Elf and Goblin’ is truly a masterpiece. I’m deeply obsessed with its unique artstyle, unconventional plot, and the central theme of defying common sense to fearlessly embrace forbidden love. In retrospect, I’m utterly enamored by the exhilarating and moving love story between the three characters.”
“Thank you. Although every fan has said almost the same thing to me, it still makes me extremely happy to hear it from you.” Mr. Yellow raised his head and clasped Taylor’s hands, giving him a teasing smile.
“Long time no see, my loyal fan, Taylor.”
“What…? You…?” The perfect smile that Taylor had practiced countless times gradually stiffened, and his face turned pale as he looked at the acquaintance in front of him with disbelief.
“Green Emperor… Why are you here?”
“Why can’t I be here?” Wearing black-framed glasses, the very scholarly-looking Green Emperor revealed an even more gentlemanly and amiable smile. “Isn’t this my book signing?”
“Y-Your… book signing event…? Y-You’re… Mr. Yellow?” Taylor’s face froze as he murmured.
This revelation was akin to the old emperor, known for his seriousness, suddenly transforming into a sexy girl with cat ears, then kneeling on the throne in a provocative manner and beckoning him to play with her.
While the allure of a girl with cat ears appealed to his preferences, the idea of the old emperor undergoing such a transformation caused a certain part of his body to go limp.
“How can it be!” Taylor suddenly exploded in anger. He was clearly still in denial. “You must have hidden Mr. Yellow! Where did you hide him?!”
“After so many years, you still haven’t changed at all, Taylor. You’re as rude, savage, and brainless as ever.” Green Emperor took out his handkerchief and wiped the saliva that had splattered across his face, then coldly remarked, “I see you’re still used to deceiving yourself, as always.”
“Nonsense! How could Mr. Yellow be someone like you? I refuse to believe it, even in my death!” Taylor’s bloodshot eyes were as wide as saucers. Without waiting for Green Emperor to answer, he rummaged through the large and small boxes behind him.
To his disappointment, after rummaging through all the boxes, he found only Mr. Yellow’s new work, “Miss Anglerfish Wants to Fall in Love”.
“You! Not only did you kidnap Mr. Yellow, but you also stole all of his books?”
“You really haven’t changed at all, have you?” Green Emperor let out a long sigh, then took out a letter that looked extremely familiar to Taylor from his chest pocket before proceeding to recite it out loud.