Personality V: I will save everything

Chapter 689: Hateful Venue

"Okay, Andrew, stop complaining. You only have the opening scene anyway."

Lydia adjusted the edge of her costume while tilting her head to comfort him, her tone filled with a bit of helplessness that made her laugh and cry.

But when these words fell into Andrew's ears, not only did they not have any soothing effect, but instead seemed to pour oil on the flames in his heart, and the words of complaint almost blurted out: "Opening scene? Sister Lidya, you didn't read this stupid script written by Karl carefully!"

He suddenly grabbed the script on the table, his fingers poking the pages until they were wrinkled, and his voice became a little higher:

"Look, at the beginning, I was wrapped in a white robe with gold trim, dressed up as God and standing on a high platform. I had to use that pretentious tone to coax Efron into the shabby venue they had set up in advance - do you know how ridiculous the layout of that venue was? The walls were full of flashing neon lights, and there were weird arrows painted on the ground, saying 'destiny guidance'. I think it was just a haunted house in an amusement park that hadn't been demolished yet!"

Andrew was so excited that he threw the script on the sofa and paced back and forth with his hands on his hips:

"What's even more ridiculous is what happens next! Not only do they coax us in, but they actually start some kind of 'battle royale game' where everyone scrambles to find keys and avoid traps, with only one person finally getting the so-called 'final reward' – tell me, is this something God would do?!"

He suddenly stopped and pointed at the lines on the script, his tone full of disbelief.

"I felt embarrassed reading those lines! 'I will grant you the opportunity to challenge fate'? It's clearly just tricking people into playing with me! In my opinion, I'm not pretending to be God, I'm more like an evil god pretending to be God! It's a good thing there's no audience, otherwise, if this script was broadcast, I'd be surprised if they didn't scold me!"

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Although Andrew's complaints were somewhat heated and his words were blunt and sharp, to be fair, he was not wrong at all - take the venue at the beginning of the game, for example, it was exactly as he had complained.

To save trouble, the team responsible for setting up the venue directly found a haunted house in the Moon River Park on the outskirts of the city that had been idle for more than half a year for renovation.

It was called a renovation, but in fact, they just replaced the "Horror Restricted Area" sign at the door with a "Gate of Destiny" that flashed a cheap blue light, and hung a few strings of plastic stars wrapped with silver ribbons on the ceiling, pretending to be a "starry sky from a God's perspective."

As for the "traces of the unfinished amusement park" that Andrew complained about, they were visible at a glance: the corners were still stained with fake blood from last year's Halloween, and fragments of colorful balloons that had not been cleaned up could occasionally be found on the ground. Even the arrows used to guide directions were casually painted with the fluorescent paint left over from the amusement park. Not only were they crooked, but some places had also blurred due to moisture.

Standing in the venue, even with your eyes closed, you can smell the unique scent of an amusement park, a mixture of the sweet smell of popcorn and the rust of old facilities. How can it look like a "sacred place" at all?

Looking at it this way, Andrew's description of this as a "haunted amusement park house that hasn't been demolished" is not an exaggeration at all, and it's even a polite statement.

"I understand what you mean, Andrew, but what can we do?"

Kreacher sighed helplessly, he couldn't help it.

"I know why you want to complain. After all, the design of this venue is indeed a bit hard to accept. But look at us. We have made the venue look like this. It's already very good. Stop being so picky!"

Kreacher actually had some complaints about the design of the venue, but he understood that with their current capabilities and resources, this was already the limit of what they could do. So, he could only try to comfort Andrew, hoping that he would be more open-minded.

Andrew was clearly not moved by Kreacher's words. "I think we should still use this method. It's concise and saves trouble..."

As he spoke, he stood up from the sofa and walked quickly to the door.

"dad!!!!!!!"