Chapter 108: The Right Eye Level Up

[Chapter 108: The Right Eye Level Up]

He woke up in the morning.

Ian looked around at the girls sprawled across the bed.

Even with the large bed, accommodating six people made it feel cramped, causing Amanda and Barbara to end up on the floor.

Jessica lay directly on top of him, while Helen and Kelsey were on either side.

It was clear that a little girl couldn't outcompete a big one.

With arms tangled and legs intertwined, their softness surrounded him, and the sight of their beautiful faces and rosy lips made Ian's heart race a little bit.

He thought to himself, "No, I need to take care of myself."

Satisfying five girls had worn him out last night. Luckily, Amanda and Barbara were both new to this, so they focused on participating, and Jessica, Helen, and Kelsey weren't too demanding overall.

Bracing his somewhat sore lower back, Ian managed to ease himself out from the soft cocoon of bodies.

...

Ian reached over to the bedside phone and said, "Send me a copy of the Los Angeles Herald, please."

The voice on the other end from room service replied, "Sorry, sir, but we don't have the Los Angeles Herald in our hotel."

This response annoyed Ian a bit. "The Los Angeles Herald is the best newspaper in the country, covering current events and delivering all the best news in a comprehensive and unbiased way. As a five-star hotel, not having that paper is a major oversight. I need you to bring me a copy immediately!"

Room service responded, "Understood, sir."

...

After hanging up the phone with a thud, Ian noticed the girls were waking up and were all looking at him now.

He smiled wryly. "I admit I may have overreacted, but I won't allow anyone to underestimate my journalism."

Kelsey, always the most eager of the group, asked, "Will we be in the paper too? I don't want my face on the front page, my mom would freak out."

As she said this, she started playfully nudging Ian.

Her long legs had nearly squeezed the life out of him last night.

Ian gave her a sweet kiss. "But if you want to be an actress, this is the perfect opportunity. You can call your parents to reassure them."

Upon hearing this, Kelsey nodded finally. "I called them yesterday, but I didn't tell them what happened. I'll set the record straight today."

Jessica Alba stretched her long arms out from under the covers, propping her chin up. "When are you planning to get into the film industry?"

Ian thought for a moment before answering, "Right now, it's just marketing. I won't officially start managing artists until the end of the year... There's too much to do."

Jessica replied cheerfully, "My agent's contract ends in December, and he plans to renew it with me. If you're serious, I won't renew it with him. I can't stand that fat bastard; he always tries to take advantage of me."

Ian laughed. "Although I don't work in film production, I still have some ways to help train you all."

Stars achieve fame through investment and management; there's no guaranteed path.

If you know someone is bound for stardom, and sign them early without any fuss, then soon you'll find that person ruined without the guidance.

The core of Ian's talent management philosophy was rooted in his powerful media skills, which could steadily generate sensational news about his clients.

For example, the recent kidnapping incident would significantly boost their visibility, helping in their futures -- while others waited to become famous by making movies, Ian could flip the script: become famous first and then make films.

So he thought about acquiring a company to focus on talent development.

Just then, his phone rang.

...

It was Deryl Chandler.

Ian picked up, saying, "It's me, Deryl."

Deryl announced on the line, "They turned you down..."

Bad news followed.

CAA, UTA, and other talent agencies rejected Ian's requests for collaboration on celebrity interviews;

Paramount, Universal, Warner Brothers, Fox, Disney, DreamWorks, and Lionsgate also declined his marketing partnership requests.

Yes, Ian Carr was impressive, but they still didn't believe he could manage all of Hollywood. At best, they'd be more cautious in the future -- much like a corrupt official fears prosecution, it doesn't mean they'll stop; it just makes them sneakier.

After all, that was the point of holding office!

If Ian Carr wanted to truly shake Hollywood and have all stars and media moguls bow down, he needed to break at least twenty more major stories.

Ian smiled at this.

That's right! The bolder they were, the more stories I can dig up!

Ian kept his cool. "No problem; they'll come around soon enough."

...

Hanging up the phone, Ian looked at the girls and said, "I'm good to go again."

The girls all eagerly rushed toward him at once.

"I'm first!"

"No, I am!"

Such a delightful pain!

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Next, Ian started working with the Los Angeles Herald and WND News to keep the media buzzing about this incident. However, this time the hero was no longer him, but rather Katherine, with the special correspondent being Butterfly.

With a flood of sensational news, public opinion surged once again.

The Bloods gang case was not merely a typical gang conflict; it involved human trafficking and numerous celebrity scandals -- much of the dirt on the crazy Jett was ruthlessly released by Ian.

News was everything!

The news was the core!

In this regard, Ian's own status was rising quickly.

...

In his hotel room, Ian was now alone.

He stood in front of the mirror, studying his own eyes.

The left eye had improved but hadn't leveled up yet; the right eye, however, had successfully passed the 8000 point mark due to the continuous violent events.

Experience required: 0 / 20,000.

Damn!

That experience climbed faster and faster.

Feeling the advancements of his eye, Ian discovered his perspective encompassed a full 360-degree view.

So the level three right eye equated to full vision?

That seemed a bit weak!

Wait a minute!

As Ian activated his right eye, he noticed a massive white mist forming around him, almost like a layer of translucent armor wrapping around him tightly.

Huh?

What was this?

His vision abstractly transformed him into a moonlit warrior entangled in white cloth, forming a mummy-shaped figure.

This revelation astonished him.

Now he had a better understanding of his eyes.

Currently, it appeared the right eye needed violent news for enhancement, and its abilities leaned toward the material aspect. The left eye upgraded with scnadalous content, emphasizing spiritual aspect.

So the right eye granted him sight and manipulation, and the current white mummy form seemed like a power upgrading experience.

Realizing this, Ian casually picked up a wine bottle and squeezed it gently.

Crack! The bottle shattered, red liquid spilling out, and the broken glass cut into Ian's palm but was blocked by that white fabric, only causing a mild sting.

Indeed.

This white fabric was providing him extra strength and wrapping him like additional armor?

With a 360-degree view, enhanced power, and armor, this indicated a comprehensive improvement?

No clear functionality yet, but highly practical.

He wondered if there was more.

Just then, he heard a knock on the door. "Ian!"

...

It was Helen Berry.

After a moment of contemplation, Ian walked over to open the door.

He didn't mind Helen seeing him in this mummy-like state; he could always explain it as cosplay.

He opened the door.

Helen stood at the entrance, her beautiful eyes scanning the room but seemingly missing Ian entirely.

She asked with confusion, "Where is everyone? How did the door open without anyone here?"

Stepping in with curiosity, she noticed the shattered bottle on the floor and frowned. "How careless!"

Bending down to pick up the glass, Ian stood behind her and suddenly realized: so this fabric could also make him invisible?

That was fantastic!

Having this ability meant that the distance issue with his telekinesis thread control was no longer a limitation.

However, in the next moment, his eyes felt a sudden stinging pain.

Clearly, this state wouldn't last long.

...

Ian quickly deactivated his right eye, causing all the fabric to disappear.

He was standing directly behind Helen. "Hey, babe."

Helen turned in surprise, leaping into Ian's embrace. Feeling his warmth, her eyes radiated obsession: "Where were you, Ian? Why didn't I see you?"

Ian chuckled, "I was in the bathroom after I opened the door, silly."

Helen giggled, kissing him, "I'm just a little silly."

Her tongue playfully brushed against Ian's cheek, unveiling genuine affection.

Ian felt a stirring in his heart and said, "By the way, Helen, have you seen my camera?"

Helen glanced up in confusion, looking around, "Hmm? Where's your camera?"

Ian chuckled.

Just as expected.

This white fabric not only kept him invisible, but it could also render objects invisible!

This was amazing!

Now he could use more than just the regular camera input; he could employ HD cameras too -- every filmmaker seeks a top-quality image. The low-quality camera was unworthy; it was a thrill to shoot close-ups with high-end gear!

At that moment, Ian endured the pain in his right eye, stretching out the threads to press the camera's shutter.

Snap!

The camera flashed brightly.

Helen's face lit up. "Oh! It's right on the table. I didn't see it."

She rushed over to grab the camera.

Ian slapped his forehead.

Uh-oh, the flash could ruin invisibility; capturing clear shots was no piece of cake!

Simultaneously, it also meant it couldn't handle infrared or thermal imaging, but who typically used that?

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