Lord of Entertainment C264 One-time summoning

(3rd Person POV)

As the celebration wound down, the cast members and crew gradually departed, leaving Hellfire Park exactly at 5:00 PM.

Outside the gates, a crowd of eager fans had been patiently waiting.

The moment they saw their idols step out, excited shrieks filled the air.

Arthur could only watch as he and the cast were instantly surrounded.

Fortunately, the mages stationed around him maintained a protective barrier, preventing them from being completely swarmed.

Yet, as expected, the ones who drew the most attention weren’t the actors—

It was the two dragons.

Standing tall, their majestic forms on full display, the dragons had become accustomed to the massive crowds.

Arthur observed them, shaking his head with a smirk.

"Looks like they have no intention of leaving me…" he muttered under his breath.

It was obvious—the two were basking in the attention, enjoying the limelight far too much.

Arthur took a moment to sign autographs and pose for a few pictures before finally heading toward his car.

But just as he was about to leave, the reporters closed in, throwing out questions.

"Arthur! Were you invited to your sister’s arranged wedding?"

"Do you still have contact with the Morningstar family?"

"Did they inform you about the marriage before the public announcement?"

Arthur paused briefly, his expression unchanging.

The truth was—he didn’t know anything about it.

Without sparing them another glance, he climbed into his car and, just before closing the door, simply stated—

"I have no comment on the affairs of my 'former family'."

The reporters exchanged quick glances, realizing they wouldn’t get anything out of him on the Morningstar family drama.

But they weren’t giving up just yet.

Shifting gears, one of them called out—

"Then, what about the trouble your Hellfire actors have been getting into lately? Another fight broke out—this time with foreigners!"

Arthur chuckled, leaning against the seat.

"Oh? Was it Bruce Lee?"

He paused, adjusting his sunglasses before casually adding—

"He handles his own affairs. I don’t interfere."

The reporters weren’t satisfied.

"Really? Even though Bruce Lee just challenged the famous martial artist from Wales, Kian Lake, to a fight?"

"Won’t this affect his acting career? And, in turn, Hellfire’s image?"

Arthur waved off the concern with a light laugh.

"It’s his choice to run around and challenge people."

That said, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Lately, some of his actors had been getting into unnecessary trouble.

Clint Foster, for example, had recently gotten into a bar fight, supposedly to impress his wife, Alissa.

Then there were Hellfire’s telenovela stars, who had been making headlines for their extravagant displays of wealth, throwing lavish parties in clubs and showing off their success.

Of course, this type of behavior was common among celebrities, so it hadn’t seriously impacted Hellfire’s reputation.

Arthur also knew that his actors had their own lives to live—

And, frankly, some of them, like Clint and Benny, hadn’t been involved in any major projects lately.

Their last big film had been "The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly."

Still, Arthur wasn’t worried.

He had already entrusted some of his most talented directors with projects for these actors.

Whatever chaos they got themselves into now—it wouldn’t last forever.

On the bright side, not all Hellfire stars were caught in bad publicity.

Some, like James Blaze and his band, Nirvana, were making remarkable progress abroad with their music.

In fact, they had already amassed a massive fanbase in Evros, Empirica, and even across the Eden Continent.

Similarly, Frederick and his band, Queen, were also rising in global popularity.

Their newly released song, "We Will Rock You," had skyrocketed to #1 on the Global Music Charts, dominating the rankings within just a few weeks of its release.

Of course, James and Nirvana weren’t far behind.

Their songs had long dominated the charts, with tracks like "Lithium" being hailed as one of the greatest songs of all time.

The albums of both Queen and Nirvana were selling out across the world, and many music critics were already predicting that these two bands would soon surpass the most famous jazz bands of the era.

A Queen concert alone was enough to sell out stadiums in multiple countries, drawing thousands of eager fans.

As for Nirvana, while they weren’t as active in hosting live performances, they had already solidified themselves as legends, with an established reputation that transcended trends.

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Arthur stepped into his mansion, letting out a deep breath as he tugged off his shirt and tossed it carelessly onto the sofa.

His lean, toned upper body was now bare as he sank into the couch, reaching for the remote to turn on the TV.

Though he wasn’t physically tired, his mind felt fatigued—constantly occupied with plans for the next Hellfire project.

As the screen flickered to life, he flashed open his system interface, his eyes landing on the mysterious reward—

"One-Time Summoning."

He had held off his curiosity until now, but finally, he decided to read its description.

[One-Time Summoning: You can summon a creature or spiritual being of your choosing. The summoned entity will be influenced by your thoughts and imagination.]

[Simply think of what you wish to summon, and the system will attempt to bring forth a being as close to your vision as possible!]

Arthur’s excitement stirred—but then, his gaze fell on the additional note.

[Note: The summoning may fail if the desired creature or being possesses immense power. The stronger the entity, the lower the success rate.]

Arthur sighed, rubbing his temple.

So he couldn’t just summon Frieza, Cell, or Majin Buu out of nowhere.

That would’ve been interesting…

He needed to think carefully about what he wanted to summon.

Resting his chin on his hand, he began to ponder his options.

"Since I’m planning to make a Star Wars movie… could I summon Yoda?" he muttered to himself.

Just the thought of summoning Yoda sent a chill down Arthur’s spine.

After all, Yoda wasn’t just any character—he was one of the most important and powerful figures in Star Wars.

He wasn’t just strong—he was wise, a true master of the Force.

If Arthur could successfully summon him, Yoda might even help with the preparation for Star Wars—possibly knowing more about that universe than Arthur himself.

However…

Would the Yoda he summoned be identical to the one from the movies?

Would he be stronger? Weaker? Or would there be differences Arthur hadn’t anticipated?

It was impossible to say.

Arthur wouldn’t be too surprised if the summoned being wasn’t a perfect copy.

After all, the system’s summoning relied on his perception—on what he thought Yoda was.

That meant there would be limitations.

Even so, it was worth a try.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to test his luck and reached for the summoning item.

But just as he was about to activate it—

He stopped.

His instincts kicked in.

Someone was watching him.

His gaze flickered toward the shadows.

"Sylwen..."

The assassin emerged, stepping into the dim light.

Her presence was as elegant as it was dangerous, her form clad in a tight assassin’s suit, accentuating her slender, toned figure.

For a brief moment, her eyes lingered on his bare chest—but she quickly averted her gaze, regaining her composure.

She dropped to one knee, her voice unwavering as she delivered her report.

"After investigating your sister’s marriage, we discovered that she is unwilling to go through with it."

Arthur’s eyes darkened.

Sylwen continued, "Your father and mother forced Apollonia into this arranged marriage to strengthen their influence over Thorn Kingdom. This is nothing more than a political move—to bring Thorn under Morningstar’s rule."

Arthur let out a slow exhale.

He wasn’t surprised in the slightest.

He had expected this outcome.

With a simple wave of his hand, he dismissed her.

"I see… If there’s nothing else, I want to be left alone."

Sylwen blinked, slightly caught off guard.

She had assumed Arthur would care more about his younger sister, considering he had personally asked for an investigation into the truth behind the marriage.

Yet now, he seemed… indifferent.

Had she misjudged him?

Without another word, she bowed slightly and left the room.

But what Sylwen didn’t know was that Arthur’s calm demeanor was a mask.

The moment she was gone, his fingers curled into fists, his nails digging into his palm.

Rage boiled inside him.

He felt disgusted—truly disgusted by his parents.

To think that they would use their own daughter as a pawn for political gain…

It was sickening.