Chapter 5: First Evolution

"...Fu** you, you bitch..."

"Don't you have any brains at all? Is your head full of...?! You stupid bitch, do you know how much effort I put in to get you into that damn school, and you, you stupid bitch, shamelessly went to seduce a man, do you know how old that bastard is? He's old enough to be your grandfather..."

"Leave me alone, you bitch!"

"Little bitch, do you know who you're talking to!"

...

"...Give me a little more time, I'll have the money ready soon, impossible, how could I run away..."

"Hurry up and pack your things, damn it, I suspect... they've already found the problem."

"Fck, fck, why can't you just find a normal job, why do I have to be with a loser like you!"

...

"Waa waa waa waa..."

"...You bitch, shut that little bastard up!"

"I didn't want to give birth to this little bastard either, you useless..."

...

The screenwriter's reality, the power of the evolved world is in his own hands, even Allen, who always remained calm, couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

He was eager to try and see what functions remained after the system was repaired.

However, before Allen could do anything.

The noisy quarrels and curses coming from around the apartment pulled him out of his excitement.

The apartment where Allen lived was located in the street of Compton, Los Angeles.

Although it was called Downtown, in fact, over the past few years, with the large-scale immigration of African Americans, the demographic structure of the entire block has undergone a huge transformation.

The influx of more than half of the African-American immigrants has brought Compton a high crime rate.

Take the block where Allen lives, for example, so far, he has witnessed robberies and violent incidents in the vicinity more than once.

For Compton, the so-called police are at best just a decoration.

The deterrent effect it can produce is not even as effective as a pistol.

If it weren't for the fact that life was really difficult, Allen wouldn't risk having holes in his body at any time to run here to rent a cheap apartment.

The only threat more terrifying than death is poverty.

Bang——

Thump!

The loud sound of the door closing that came to his ears brought Allen's thoughts back to reality, followed by a series of rapid and hurried footsteps.

He turned his gaze to the window facing the street, and through the blurred glass, he could see a man and a woman carrying suitcases hurriedly running towards a used car parked on the side of the street.

Raising an eyebrow, Allen was no stranger to the couple who appeared on the street 'escaping'.

Of course, he wasn't very familiar with them either. The only connection between them was the mockery of his skin color when they met in the apartment corridor.

Even though, in fact, neither of them were Americans.

The guy named Anthony was an illegal immigrant who smuggled in from Mexico, and the woman was a mixed race of black and Latino, and the kind that was considered ugly.

However, no matter what the reality was, once they met an person with a distinctly different skin color like Allen, the two seemed to become real Americans, becoming extremely superior.

Unfortunately, judging from the backs of the two fleeing in a hurry at this moment.

This sense of superiority obviously couldn't help them much.

If it had been before, the 'escape' drama of the desperate couple wouldn't have much to do with Allen.

After all, in the Compton district where he lived, similar dramas were staged every day.

The only special thing about this scene was that it was closer to him, and the object of escape had some conflict with him.

"Wait a minute, this might be a..."

"Opportunity!"

However, as his gaze fell on the panicked couple, a strange light flashed in Allen's eyes.

Previously, he was still thinking about experimenting with the broken system.

Now, wasn't there a perfect opportunity?

Thinking of this, Allen didn't hesitate at all, and immediately turned his gaze back to the data panel in front of him, ignoring the cracks all over the system, and immediately opened the [Screenplay Evolution] function.

He began to create the theme of his first screenplay.

...

Things were urgent, and Allen didn't write a very complicated script.

In the current situation, an overly complex plot structure design would only make things counterproductive.

Especially when he was not yet familiar with the [Screenplay Evolution] function of the system, a simple script story could better help him master the function of the system.

And...

Looking away from the script he was creating, his gaze landed on the 403 [Plot Value] at the top of the data panel.

Allen couldn't judge whether this 403 [Plot Value] was too much or too little for the script he was currently creating.

Because there was no specific reference, he could only try his best to simplify the content of the script.

Fortunately, having had the experience of 'creating' "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" before, Allen already had some experience in this method of reducing filming funds by adapting the script.

After deleting and modifying, a rough story framework appeared in the system.

Script 1: "Loop"

Plot Summary: The chaotic streets of Compton, Los Angeles, although gang activity was largely crushed a decade ago, problems with murder, guns, drugs, and poverty persist.

Residents living here suffer from poverty and crime every day.

And poverty not only promotes evil, but some deeper dark forces seem to grow and spread with evil...

It looks unremarkable, but it hides danger.

One day, a couple living in a cheap apartment in the Compton neighborhood are frantically packing their luggage. Judging from their panicked conversations and quarrels, they are clearly not going on a trip.

...

Using his strengths, he created the script at an extremely fast speed.

Allen looked at the simple short film script named "Loop" in the system and let out a long sigh of relief.

His eyes swept towards the figures outside the window who were hurriedly throwing their luggage into the car.

Without much time to hesitate, he confirmed the [Generate] button under [Screenplay Evolution] to the system.

"..."

As the script was confirmed, Allen noticed that the interface display of the system data panel froze slightly. The whole situation was very much like the computer freezing he had encountered before.

And just when Allen thought that the system, which he had finally repaired, was going to crash again, and his whole body was extremely nervous.

The stagnant panel of the system finally changed again. Under the [Screenplay Evolution] page full of cracks, several lines of text and boxes began to appear.

"Ding! Please input... materials that match the plot... and... corresponding [Plot Value] to generate... the script!"

"Materials?!"

(End of chapter)