Creating Anime In A Fantasy World

Chapter 261: JoJo Is Just Too Good!!!

Outside the cinemas of the Eastern and Western Regions—

“That movie was absolutely incredible!”

“That movie was absolute garbage!”

Two groups who had just come out of different theaters spoke almost at the same time, yet their words couldn’t have been more opposite.

The contrast was so sharp that everyone nearby froze in confusion.

Both sides were dead serious.

Each was convinced that what they had just seen truly deserved the praise—or the insults—they were giving it.

And so, naturally, the shouting began.

“How dare you call it garbage!? That film was a masterpiece!”

“Masterpiece my ass! It was the worst thing I’ve ever seen! I wouldn’t watch that crap again if you paid me!”

“Say that again, I dare you! You’re the garbage here!”

“If you can enjoy that kind of trash, you’re worse than trash yourself!”

The air grew heated; fists were already starting to twitch.

It wouldn’t be long before the argument turned into a full-blown brawl—

—until a theater staff member finally rushed in to break them apart.

“Stop fighting! You’re not even talking about the same movie!”

The words hit both groups like a bucket of cold water.

They blinked, turned, and stared at each other.

“…Wait, what movie did you watch?”

“We watched JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure.”

“What? We watched The Song of the Vampire.”

“Hold on—you were insulting The Song of the Vampire?”

“And you were praising JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure?”

For a long moment, silence reigned.

Then realization struck, and everyone stood there dumbfounded.

The JoJo viewers were the first to speak—loudly, and with no small amount of pride.

“Wait a second, wasn’t The Song of the Vampire supposed to be ten times more expensive than JoJo? How can it be worse?”

“That’s what I was wondering! JoJo was dirt cheap—how could it possibly be that good?”

At that, the JoJo crowd practically transformed into walking advertisements.

Eyes sparkling, voices brimming with passion, they began to gush—nonstop—about everything they’d just seen.

They praised the acting, the cinematography, the storytelling, the emotions, the music—they made JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure sound like the most divine creation ever projected on a screen.

Of course,  the film really was that good.

The Song of the Vampire viewers, on the other hand, looked increasingly uncomfortable.

To think they had paid a small fortune for their movie tickets, only to find out the “cheap” film next door had been a cultural phenomenon—it was almost too much to bear.

Some of them couldn’t stand it.

Faces set with determination, they marched straight back to the ticket booth, slapped down their money, and bought seats for the next screening of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure.

Others lingered outside, crossing their arms and waiting to see if the hype was real.

After all, in this world, most people didn’t have much else to do; there was plenty of time to hang around a theater and argue about movies.

“Is that JoJo really that good?” one of the Song of the Vampire viewers asked skeptically, his voice tinged with disbelief.

The JoJo fans all turned toward him—eyes shining, faces bright with emotion—and answered as one:

“Good? You don’t even know the meaning of good! It’s amazing! Every frame, every shot, every line of dialogue—perfect! The story, the passion, the sheer courage in it—it’s beyond imagination! The characters feel alive, like you could reach out and touch them! Nothing—no stage play, no novel—can even compare!”

“Exactly! I still remember the lines—‘The song of humanity is a song of courage! The greatness of humanity is the greatness of courage!’”

“And Dio! ‘I reject my humanity, JoJo!’ or ‘Would you remember how many loaves of bread you’ve eaten?’—it’s weirdly catchy, I can’t get it out of my head!”

As the JoJo fans grew louder and more animated, their excitement practically infectious, the Song of the Vampire crowd could only watch in silence.

The passion, the sparkle in their eyes, the way they talked as if they’d just lived through something historic—it made even the skeptics hesitate.

Slowly, one by one, the people who had left The Song of the Vampire with disappointment began to wonder if maybe—just maybe—they had been watching the wrong movie all along.

Still, a seed of doubt lingered in their hearts.

Those skeptical moviegoers didn’t rush to buy tickets for JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure right away.

Instead, they decided to wait—wait for the group who had just gone in, and see their reactions when they came back out.

At the same time, scenes just like this were unfolding in cinemas all across the Eastern and Western Regions.

Everywhere, the pattern repeated:

Crowds who had just seen JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure and those who had just suffered through The Song of the Vampire clashed in heated arguments.

Tempers flared, words were exchanged, and then—once things cooled off—a portion of the Song of the Vampire audience grudgingly decided to go see JoJo for themselves, while the rest waited outside to hear the verdict.

Some, curious in the opposite direction, even bought tickets to The Song of the Vampire just to see how bad it truly was.

But barely halfway through the runtime, they stumbled out of the theater pale-faced and shaken, as though they’d just survived a natural disaster.

“Good god, what in the nine hells was that abomination?! O merciful heavens, please grant me eyes that have never seen that shit!”

“...Is it really that bad?” someone asked hesitantly.

The escapee grimaced as if recalling trauma.

“If I hadn’t watched JoJo first, maybe—maybe—I could’ve tolerated it till the end. But now? After seeing what a real movie looks like? There’s no way I can sit through that garbage!”

“How bad are we talking here?”

“How bad?!” the man exploded. “Aside from the fact that the leads are vaguely good-looking, everything else is an unholy disaster! The story’s a mess—just random scenes thrown together to stretch the runtime! The core of the story is paper-thin! Compared to JoJo, it’s like heaven versus a trash heap!”

He threw his hands up, nearly trembling with rage.

“And worst of all, the director doesn’t even understand how to shoot a movie! He doesn’t know framing, pacing—nothing! I swear, if I had stayed till the ending, I might’ve gone blind from sheer disgust!”

The crowd outside went silent.

The JoJo-only audience members stared, horrified but intrigued—unable to imagine a film could possibly be that bad.

Meanwhile, those who had only seen The Song of the Vampire frowned, offended; yes, it had been disappointing, but surely not that apocalyptic.

Tension hung thick in the air, and another argument was about to ignite, when suddenly, the group that had seen both movies finally stepped out of the cinema.

They moved slowly, eyes vacant, faces pale.

It was as if their souls had been ripped out and replaced with something radiant and incomprehensible.

“Wh-what happened to you guys?” someone asked, confused.

For a long moment, there was only silence.

Then one of them finally spoke—voice trembling, eyes unfocused.

“JoJo’s is just…”

He clenched his fists, as though holding back tears, and then shouted from the depths of his heart—

“TOO GOOD!!!!”

The words erupted like thunder.

A raw, desperate cry of overwhelming emotion.

And in that instant, everyone who hadn’t seen JoJo yet froze—then exploded into motion.

“WHAT!? It’s that good!?”

“Move, move, move—I need a ticket, now!”

“Out of the way, I’m not missing this for anything!”

In the blink of an eye, theaters that had once been half-empty were suddenly overflowing.

Crowds poured in from every street, every alley, every nearby district.

The lines stretched out the doors, around the blocks—and soon enough, tickets for JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure became nearly impossible to get.