(Tsunade’s POV)
I clenched the fabric of my sleeve, fingers curling tightly as I stared at the screen.
‘This kid… Arthur… he really went there.’
He actually created a character that mirrors Danzo—right down to the cold speech, the manipulative ideology, the execution in the name of “peace.” The resemblance wasn’t just coincidental. It was intentional. Unmistakable.
What is that boy thinking…?
And more importantly—h...
Author's Note:
This is a side story and is separate from the main arc. I wasn’t originally planning to update this storyline anytime soon, but I decided to explore Arthur’s journey in the Naruto world in more depth. These chapters focus on his progress in that fictional realm.
Don’t worry—two main chapters of Lord of Entertainment will be released in the next update.
The side stories of this novel are exclusively availabl...
24 hours had passed since the Oscars, but the ripple effect hadn’t slowed down — if anything, it was gaining momentum.
Photos of Lucas and Jennifer stepping onto the red carpet had gone viral. In the image, the crowd stood behind the barricades, caught in a moment of stunned silence — unsure whether to cheer, gasp, or simply observe.
The now-iconic shot was taken by none other than Larry Busacca. His career, already established, skyrocketed overnight. But it wasn’t just ...
(3rd Person POV)
At the House of Fellwing, Ferdinand reclined in his study, having just completed a pile of paperwork. He took a long sip from his crystal glass—Walesian red, expensive and refined. The deep aroma filled the room, and for a moment, he allowed himself to enjoy the quiet pride of a nobleman at ease.
Then the telephone rang.
It was an elegant piece, built in black lacquered steel and enchanted brass—standard for noble homes in the modern age.
...
(3rd Person POV)
Many noblemen who had no intention of repaying their credit card dues were feeling smug. To them, the interest charges were meaningless pocket change. They dismissed the warning letters sent by Hellfire Bank—whether through enchanted mail or directly via their home computers.
One of them chuckled as he tossed yet another notice into the fireplace. “Only fools actually pay off these so-called credit cards,” he muttered, watching the letter curl into ash.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction set in an alternate timeline. References to real people or events are fictionalized. Any resemblance to actual events or individuals is purely coincidental.
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The audience inside the Dolby Theatre gasped—some audibly—as all eyes turned to Lucas.
He didn’t flinch.
In fact, he looked almost... relaxed....
The Oscars were just days away, but public expectations had already shifted—most people assumed Lucas wouldn’t be attending, not after what happened.
It was disappointing, yes, but no one could really blame him. Even celebrities were human. After surviving a shooting, anyone would be shaken.
On Twitter, sympathy poured in:
“I can’t imagine what Lucas and Jennifer are going through. If it were me, I wouldn’t step outside for months. Stay strong, Lucas.”
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(3rd Person POV)
Within just a week of launching the Hellfire Bank Business Support Program, the first wave of companies that partnered with Hellfire had already begun to see real results.
Sales figures ticked upward. Promotions reached wider audiences. And for some, the impact was immediate.
None were more elated than the team behind True-White Paint, a once-third-place brand now climbing fast.
Inside a sleek office bathed in soft pastel hues, Stephanie W...
(3rd Person POV)
While some nobles viewed the credit card as an opportunity to take advantage without intending to repay, not all shared the same intent.
There were others genuinely impressed by the convenience.
“Darling, this card is wonderful,” a noble lady beamed as the Hellscape cashier swiped it across the reader. “With just a single swipe, everything we bought is paid for.”
Her husband gave a faint smile, nodding. “Indeed. It’s an elegant solution...
The manhunt for the three shooters dragged on for days—and contrary to what the assassins expected, public interest didn’t die down. It exploded.
Instead of fading away, the search intensified. Fueled by outrage and obsession, the internet kept the fire burning. Netizens talked nonstop—friends, families, strangers—everyone seemed to be in on the hunt. It wasn’t just an investigation anymore. It had become a movement.
Soon, a viral trend emerged across Twitter ...
The shooting incident jolted America awake. By 5:00 AM, the internet was alive and buzzing. Social media lit up with theories, reactions, and worry. Across the U.S., people scrambled for answers, while the tabloid site that broke the news basked in the spotlight—once again earning massive attention for being first.
Despite the time difference, headlines soon blared across Europe, Asia, and the Middle East: “Hollywood Power Couple Targeted in Assassination Attempt.”
(3rd Person POV)
By the end of March, the very first Grammy Awards took center stage—this time, the spotlight shifted from actors and directors to musicians and composers. Talented artists, producers, and songwriters from across the continent gathered to celebrate the year’s best in music.
Like the Golden Globes before it, the Grammys were not entirely dominated by Hellfire artists. While some trophies went to rising stars under the Hellfire banner—most notably, newcomer J...
(3rd Person POV)
After the Hellfire Bank advertisement aired, a ripple of intrigue swept through the Overwhelm Theatre. In the film section, a well-known actor leaned back in his seat, arms crossed.
“Hellfire’s starting a bank now?” he muttered. “And those cards… interesting concept.”
Beside him, a stunning blonde actress with striking sapphire eyes gave a faint smile. “It sounds a little too good to be true. Especially that so-called credit card,” she sai...
Jennifer was still visibly shaken. No matter how much time passed, the sound of gunfire echoed in her mind. She kept glancing at the windows, eyes scanning shadows, flinching at sudden noises.
Lucas stayed close, never straying far from her side. He gently squeezed her hand. “It’s alright now,” he said softly. “You’re safe.”
“I know…” Jennifer nodded slowly. “I’m not fragile, but… what we just went through—that was insane.”
Lucas's expression d...
(3rd Person POV)
The Horn Kingdom Stock Exchange had quickly become one of the hottest focal points in both local and international media.
The integration of computing systems, near-instantaneous trade processing, and transparent market data had turned it into the most modern and efficient stock exchange in the world.
Reporters constantly swarmed outside the HKSE headquarters, eager for interviews with Princess Mary, the architect behind its transformation. Her name frequ...
(3rd Person POV)
Princess Mary beamed with pride, her voice practically trembling with excitement as she spoke of her recent achievements to the young demon before her. At times, her tone bordered on overly eager—almost as if she were buttering him up.
If any nobles or elites had witnessed this scene, they would've been stunned. After all, Mary had risen to become one of the kingdom’s most influential figures, thanks to her unprecedented modernization of the Horn Kingdom Sto...
Lucas and Jennifer continued to enjoy their time in Hawaii, fully immersed in their private retreat. Although a few close people knew about their vacation, some couldn’t help but grow uneasy with the prolonged silence.
Especially William Cavendish—Lucas’s grandfather.
He was no stranger to the enemies his grandson had made. And not just rivals from petty fame or jealousy—but men with real power. Dangerous men.
From Harvey… to his own father, Vince Knight. To the...
(3rd Person POV)
By the end of February, Arthur and the Hellfire team finally returned to the Horn Kingdom after weeks of filming abroad.
As the airship touched down at the familiar port, Firfel gazed out at the sprawling city skyline, her expression softening. She exhaled gently, a warm smile tugging at her lips.
“It’s good to be back,” she murmured.
“Yeah,” Vivienne agreed, a flicker of relief crossing her face. “Feels like it’s been forever.”
...
(3rd Person POV)
That morning, Liberty Port was unusually restless.
Around 5:00 AM, dockworkers on the early shift froze mid-step. Before them stood a sight they couldn’t believe—
The Grand Whale—or rather, Titanic—was docked perfectly in place, as if it had never disappeared.
“Wait a minute… wasn’t that ship sunk for a movie?” one worker muttered, rubbing his eyes.
“Yeah, the media said it went down during filming,” another added. “But...
After the whirlwind of the Grammys, February quietly crept in. On the 4th, Lucas and Jennifer slipped away from the spotlight for something far more personal.
It was their anniversary.
To celebrate, they flew out of the U.S. the day before aboard a private jet bound for Hawaii. Jennifer believed they were simply renting a luxury property for a quiet getaway. What she didn’t know—Lucas had something much bigger planned.
After clearing customs at Kahului Airport, the tw...
(3rd Person POV)
After returning to Franklindale, Arthur and the crew settled into a five-star hotel to prepare for the Old Rose sequence. For the first time in days, the cast and crew had a chance to unwind—some lounging in the spa, others enjoying massages from the hotel staff.
In one of the private massage rooms, Firfel and Apollonia lay side by side, wrapped in towels as expert hands worked away the tension in their muscles. Apollonia let out a soft, content sigh, eyes clo...
(3rd Person POV)
After the final scenes of young Rose were wrapped, the production team began their journey back to Liberty Port, having been away for several weeks.
The cast and crew were physically exhausted, but what weighed heavier was the silence. A strange emptiness settled over them as the realization hit: the filming had ended.
Despite the long hours, the mistakes, the accidents, and the pressure—there was a longing already forming. It felt like something meanin...
Lucas and Luis performed Despacito, the crowd swaying and singing along—especially during the English verses led by Lucas. As the final chorus echoed across the stadium, their voices blended into one last lingering note:
“Despacito…”
The word hung in the air, resonating like a soft thunder. Then—eruption. The crowd roared with such force it felt like the stadium itself shook.
Luis wiped sweat from his brow, breathless, eyes scanning the sea of applause and flash...
(3rd Person POV)
Arthur’s gaze fixed on the violin clutched in the Siren’s hand. Though he stood unaffected, he knew that if he were below the rank of «Divine King», he might not have fared so well.
Thanks to his own «Musical Magic», Arthur could sense it clearly—the Sirens’ power stemmed from a diluted form of music-element magic. Especially the central figure… hers was refined, amplified, and laced into every note they sang.
His ears perked as he tuned int...
(3rd Person POV)
Captain Ollie looked at Arthur with furrowed brows. ‘He’s young… too young. He may be a world-renowned director, a genius even—but he doesn’t understand the dangers of the sea… not truly.’
The old captain stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Arthur’s shoulder.
“I’m not trying to frighten you, Mr. Pendragon,” he said, voice steady. “But those things out there— sirens— are no ordinary creatures. Their voices aren’t just beau...
The controversy surrounding La La Land continued to fade as January wore on. By the time the 60th Annual Grammy Awards arrived on January 28, the spotlight had firmly shifted.
The red carpet outside New York’s Madison Square Garden was a spectacle in itself. A parade of music’s biggest names walked under the blinding flashes of cameras—Rihanna, Lady Gaga, Childish Gambino, Kesha, Elton John with Miley Cyrus, and rising stars like SZA and Alessia Cara. Industry giants like Jay-Z, ...
(3rd Person POV)
A quiet current of excitement and intimacy pulsed between them—subtle, electric, undeniable.
After the final strokes of the sketch, Firfel—still as Rose—draped the robe back over her shoulders. She stepped behind Arthur to peer at the drawing.
Her eyes widened with awe.
It was beautiful. Honest. Vulnerable. Even the most delicate parts of her body were drawn with such respect and restraint that, despite the modest rendering, she couldn’t he...
(3rd Person POV)
Beneath the glow of the morning sun, the Titanic shimmered like a dream. The sea sparkled, and the extras wandered the decks, laughing and chatting—not as background actors, but as if they truly were passengers on a grand voyage.
But not everyone shared the same luxury.
Down in the third-class quarters on F Deck, the mood was far less cheerful. Extras cast as immigrants or laborers were starting to grumble. While the first-class extras lounged in tuxedo...
Following the Golden Globes, La La Land became the undisputed darling of the night, racking up seven major awards. Damien Chazelle walked away with Best Director, City of Stars claimed Best Original Song, and both Emma Stone and Lucas Knight won Best Actress and Best Actor in a Motion Picture – Musical or Comedy. The night was capped off with La La Land winning Best Motion Picture – Musical or Comedy.
The sweeping win overshadowed even the emotionally powerful Three Billboards Outs...
(3rd Person POV)
After wrapping the emotionally charged scene, Arthur finally gave the signal the crew had been waiting for all day.
“That’s a wrap for tonight,” he announced. “Good work, everyone.”
A wave of cheers and relief followed.
Some crew members stretched, groaning with satisfaction.
“Finally! I can actually relax and just watch the ocean tonight.”
“We’ve earned this break—I’m heading straight to bed.”
“I’m ...