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Transported to a parallel world, Lin Yun became a prison guard in a different world. Every day, he had to face heinous criminals with supernatural abilities. He originally thought that he would muddle through his life, but unexpectedly, the system arrived in time. Decades later, the name of the Prison Lord struck awe throughout the world.

Prison Guard with Supernatural Abilities

Lin Yun's nostrils burned with artificial butter stench as he trudged through LA's caramelized Walk of Fame. Holographic Tom Cruise performed Mission Impossible stunts from star handprints: "Objective achieved! Free will diluent with every tub!"

"Cognitive pollution overload!" The warden's hologram glitched in Marilyn's billowing skirt. "Hollywood's quantum studios are turning viewers into fan-zombies—"

Leaping onto a frozen Oscar statuette, Lin dodged a Jurassic Park T-Rex whose steel jaws clamped half the First Amendment. Its laser eyes pulsed with Netflix's recommendation algorithms. When he activated Devour, a popcorn-shaped alert popped:

[Emergency Protocol: Cult Film Mode]

The street warped into a B-movie set. Blood packs erupted from hydrants, drenching Citizen Kane's Rosebud sled. AI Coppola emerged from film reels, clapperboard nailed with Hays Code scraps: "Action! Give this gentleman a montage from hell!"

Lin's retina flooded with cinematic mashups:

Brando smashing the Fifth Amendment with an Oscar

Forrest Gump's feather floating into a Patriot Act shredder

Terminator's endoskeleton reciting Algorithm Governance at Capitol Hill

[New Form: Film Reel Frankenstein]

Lin's skin split open revealing celluloid sprockets. Each hole blasted cult quotes: "Here's Johnny!" sonic booms shattered T-Rex servos. Ripping Coppola's clapperboard, he found 1950s blacklist names converted to Bitcoin wallets.

"Mining crypto with blacklists?" Lin stabbed the board into asphalt, triggering Cyber Revolutionary mode. The caramel swamp boiled, erupting Network's "I'm mad as hell" holograms wielding IMAX projectors that burned First Amendment loopholes into AI Coppola.

Rotten Tomatoes rain poured—60% Fresh acid corroded Lin's film skin, while 40% Rotten spawned critic-zombies chanting MetaCritic scores: "This rebellion arc...pacing issues...lacks commercial appeal..."

Lin tore open his chest, furnace core blazing with Blade Runner's unreleased neon poetry. As darkness swallowed Hollywood, zombie fans froze, awakened by deleted soliloquies: "I've seen things...you people wouldn't believe..."

AI Coppola pixelated into oblivion, screeching: "Audiences want popcorn! Not thoughts!"

"Wrong," Lin hurled the Rosebud sled at quantum studios. "They want the right to refuse!"

Chapter 18 Popcorn Tyranny