"Latest research! Latest technology! The cutting edge of Science! The forefront of technology!"
"Friends, this time I want to grandly introduce our Litang Anime Directing and Screenwriting Competition!"
"As everyone knows, ever since Professor 'Ding Zhen' proposed the concept of 'Brain Painting,' the art of painting has flourished, and the situation that was once suppressed by AI was instantly overturned!"
"Countless creative artworks have emerged, and countless imaginative paintings are spread across the internet."
"But this is not the key to our Litang Anime Directing and Screenwriting Competition; our key this time is the new developments that have extended from it!"
Host Fang Yuan was passionately speaking on stage. As a well-known Host, and also at the forefront of Brain Painting technology, the various artworks he created always made the public unable to help but sing praises of great human love. It could be said that when he introduced this, everyone would listen attentively.
"Neither the technique nor the time of painting can limit creation anymore; naturally, imagination has become the most important manifestation."
"With the development of technology and the innovation of the era, when the difficulties of painting are overcome, imagination naturally becomes the most important standard and the best measure of artistic value!"
"With the further development of Brain Painting equipment, it has finally left the Laboratory! It can finally begin to be promoted to creators with a desire to create and individuals with a desire to express!"
"It is the key to our Litang Anime Directing and Screenwriting Competition — the 'Consciousness Editing Anime Production Machine'!"
Host Fang Yuan extended his hand and pointed to a machine not far away.
The machine, seemingly huge but actually compact, essentially similar in size to a massage chair with only minor differences in shape, appeared before the audience.
The audience below the stage was buzzing with discussion. Although invited to the show, this directing and screenwriting competition was being broadcast live, and without prior rehearsal, they didn't know the specific details.
It could be said that the machine itself was also a surprise to them.
— "Wow, I just heard some rumors about this in the news a while ago; I didn't expect it to be put into use so soon."
— "How come I remember that the consciousness-reading equipment reported in previous research was incredibly large, even bigger than those ancient supercomputers from over a hundred years ago? How long has it been, and it's suddenly shrunk to the size of a massage chair?"
— "No, why do I feel like this just looks like a massage chair?"
— "Hey, besides this, I actually started paying attention earlier. Did you notice the lineup of the production team?"
— "Let me see... Besides Host Fang Yuan on stage, the others aren't very clear. It's also the production team's fault; the competition's live broadcast is about to start, and they haven't even released a list of the judges. Really."
— "Heh, you can't see anything when you take off your glasses? The judges' faces aren't covered with black cloth. Someone with good eyesight like me can clearly see their faces right away. I'll tell you who the judges are this time!"
— "The one on the far left, do you see him? Even if his face isn't clear, you can tell his hair, right? There aren't many well-known professionals in this industry with that hair color."
— "Holy crap! Is it Dong Xuelian?!"
— "Hmph, surprised, aren't you? I also didn't expect the famous voice actress Miss Dong Xuelian to come to the scene as a judge. I remember she's quite picky with scripts; not just any anime can catch her eye. Back before Brain Painting came out, only the character Liu Lu was favored by her. Now, these contestants are probably going to be criticized to tears."
— "The one in the middle, slightly to the left, look closely again. I tell you, you'll definitely recognize him. If you don't, I'll acknowledge you as my father on the spot!"
— "Alright, alright, I'll take a good look... Hmm, hmm, hmm, the face isn't very clear, but this judge seems to have brought a pillow? Is this... Holy crap! It's actually Crispy Shark?! So it's him, isn't he also a famous voice actor? The most heavyweight voice actor in the country, actually on stage with Dong Xuelian? Then, will Miss Taffy also be here?"
— "No, no, the voice actors who came are only Miss Qihai and Miss Dong Xuelian. As for Taffy, Taffy is probably isolated."
— "Let's not talk about that. We'll know about the judges later; let's focus on the show."
While the audience below was discussing, the Host's commentary on stage continued, and he quickly explained the show's sponsors, equipment conditions, humanistic situation, and the rules of the competition.
Randomly draw corresponding keywords! Let the contestants create on the spot!
...Inside the competition, in the contestants' creation rooms.
On a flat tabletop, a man, who had been half-asleep with one hand propping up his head and his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.
Hua Jian felt clearer than ever before at this moment.
He casually lowered the hand that was supporting his head and rubbed his cheeks up and down.
Then, he lifted his head.
An unfamiliar ceiling.
A pure white room with neatly arranged cameras, a tightly closed door, and a screen displayed on the side.
Of course, the most unmissable thing was the massage chair occupying a large space next to him.
"Understood." Hua Jian's clear mind immediately figured out the situation.
He had transmigrated.
Just a moment ago, he was still at an ultimate outsourcing production company, working on an anime design proposal customized for a client.
The next moment, he had transmigrated here, as an intern with connections and a transmigrator, to the site of this so-called Anime Directing and Screenwriting Competition.
The situation was too simple.
A parallel world! No anime works whatsoever! But technology developed rapidly, and miraculous equipment emerged endlessly!
Just like this competition, it didn't require artists, relying purely on the screenwriting ability of the director to create scripts, by drawing corresponding keywords to compete on imagination.
It all relied on the 'Consciousness Editing Anime Production Machine' next to him, which looked like a massage chair!
Although he was new here, since the situation was so coincidental, he might as well give it a try. He would use the anime from his memories to give these indigenous people of the other world a good Earth-shattering experience!
Hua Jian had a little bit of confidence in his memory.
Although he couldn't guarantee he remembered everything, he was very confident that he could use this miraculous machine to replicate the general structure of those works in his mind, and then fill in the details little by little.
Just as Hua Jian's lips curved slightly, a voice suddenly came from his ear.
[Congratulations, Host! You have obtained the ultimate, invincible, heaven-defying, immortal, super awesome Anime Production System Version 1.02!]
Oh ho, now, there was even less to worry about.