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Lord of Entertainment C271 Agreement
🕑 Added 2025-02-21 17:14:20 +0000 UTC(3rd Person POV)
Days passed, and Arthur prepared a stack of magical contracts, carefully typing out the terms and conditions that Yoda had requested using his computer.
Once finalized, these contracts were distributed among the people Yoda would be teaching.
The technology team, led by George, received their copies first.
Then, the Hellsing Organization, including Sylwen, Lance, and other key members, were also provided with the contracts, which they would later sign in Yoda’s presence.
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In a private room, George sat across from Yoda, studying him with mild curiosity.
Despite being a dwarf, George realized that he was actually taller than Yoda.
That alone was unusual.
But beyond that, Yoda himself looked strange, unlike any race George had encountered before.
However, George had seen plenty of odd things in his lifetime—so it didn’t bother him too much.
What did bother him was why he had to sign a magical contract with this tiny, green creature.
He had already read the document—it was straightforward enough.
The knowledge Yoda would share could not be used for evil purposes.
A simple request.
Yet, George couldn’t help but wonder—
What exactly could this little guy teach him?
After all, he was the one who helped Arthur invent computers.
What kind of knowledge could possibly surpass his own brilliant mind?
George glanced at Arthur, who gave him a small nod of encouragement.
"Just sign it, friend," Arthur muttered.
George hesitated for a moment but then sighed and signed the contract.
One by one, the others followed suit, agreeing to Yoda’s terms and conditions.
Like George, many of them were confused as to why they had to sign a contract dictated by Yoda.
It felt… strange.
And their confusion only grew when they saw how Arthur treated Yoda with such deep respect—consistently calling him "Master Yoda."
Among the most skeptical was Sylwen.
She had seen how powerful Arthur was, and it was rare for him to show deference to anyone.
Yet, here he was, respecting such a small and seemingly unremarkable being.
Her curiosity got the better of her.
During her free time, she began secretly observing Yoda from a distance.
She watched him meditate at the Hellfire Park courtyard.
She watched him stroll through the city streets, seemingly lost in thought.
And yet—she saw nothing special about him.
He did not exude power.
He did not perform miracles.
He simply existed, quiet and unassuming.
Sylwen furrowed her brows.
"What could someone like him possibly teach?" she muttered to herself, shaking her head. "He seems so… ordinary."
With that, she turned and left him be.
After she was gone, Yoda slowly opened his eyes, his gaze lingering in the direction she had departed.
His expression was calm, thoughtful.
And then—just for a moment—a faint, knowing smile crossed his lips.
"Finally…" he whispered to himself.
"After much patience, sense it, I can. The Force… not the same as my world, but the Force, it is."
***
While Arthur was busy preparing for his upcoming projects, his cult, Dionysus, continued to grow steadily.
With the help of the disguised gang, Corleone, the cult expanded—but in a calculated, low-profile manner.
The cult heads, or more accurately, the gang leaders, Joshua and Levi, remained cautious in their recruitment efforts, making sure to avoid drawing the attention of the Three Known Gods.
Like before, they operated under the guise of a gang, recruiting members who, at first, believed they were simply joining a criminal syndicate.
Even within the gang itself, most members remained unaware that they were part of something much larger.
Only after proving their loyalty and passing time within the organization were they given the opportunity to be initiated into the true cult.
At present, Dionysus had amassed 120,000 followers.
However, Corleone, the gang front of the cult, had grown into an absolute powerhouse, boasting a staggering 270,000 members—not just in Angel City but also in surrounding cities across the Golden State.
Its rapid expansion had not gone unnoticed.
Established gangs throughout the U.S.E., both on the west and east coasts, had begun watching the Corleone gang carefully, wary of the new rising force in the underworld.
Even the larger crime organizations—including the infamous Devil Triad in Anatolia—had taken notice.
However, these major syndicates did not view Corleone as a real threat.
To them, it was just another large gang bloated with reckless recruitment, a group of disorganized street thugs who would inevitably collapse under the weight of its own numbers.
What truly puzzled these crime bosses was how Corleone managed to sustain itself financially.
Running an organization of that size required significant resources, yet no one could pinpoint its funding sources.
Some believed wealthy backers were secretly financing Corleone.
After all, how else could a gang of this scale survive?
There were even rumors that Corleone was accepting smaller mob families into its ranks, absorbing them into what was slowly becoming a criminal empire.
Most mob families scoffed at the idea, uninterested in being swallowed up by an unknown syndicate.
However, a few saw an opportunity.
One such figure was Anubis Flameworth, the head of the Flameworth family.
A die-hard fan of Demonfather, Anubis had been immediately intrigued by the name "Corleone."
To him, this wasn’t just a crime organization—it was a tribute to a legacy.
From his residence in Horn City, Horn Kingdom, Anubis kept himself updated on Corleone’s movements.
Holding a thick folder of documents, he muttered as he read through its contents,
"It’s been so long… Yet there are still admirers of Demonfather out there, it seems."
He studied the founding details of Corleone, making his own assumptions about its origins.
"The ones who started this… they must be fans, just like me."
A small smirk tugged at his lips.
To him, Corleone wasn’t just an organization—it was a movement, a brotherhood of those inspired by the legendary film.
And that alone made him genuinely curious about joining its ranks.
He sighed, leaning back in his chair.
"If only there was a Demonfather Part 3…"
For the hundredth time, he lamented the fact that Arthur had never continued the story.
He had rewatched Demonfather Parts 1 and 2 more times than he could count—yet he never grew tired of them.
But Arthur was too caught up in his other film projects, leaving Demonfather Part 3 nothing more than a dream for its most loyal fans.
Anubis flipped through the documents and photographs, his fingers lingering on one particular image—
A picture of a well-suited man, standing with a calm yet commanding presence.
Joshua Corleone.
The boss of Corleone.
For him to take on the Corleone name—the iconic name from Demonfather—meant only one thing to Anubis.
Joshua Corleone was a fan.
A man who clearly admired the legacy of Demonfather and the character Michael Corleone.
Anubis tapped the picture lightly, a thought forming in his mind.
Perhaps, with Joshua’s influence, they could pressure Arthur into making a sequel.
Hell, if they pushed hard enough, maybe they could even convince him to turn Demonfather into a full series.
As a fan, he’d take anything.
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Meanwhile, completely unaware of this brewing plot, Arthur was inside Hellfire Park’s sprawling VFX Studio.
The facility was massive, alive with activity.
Crew members moved with precision, setting up for various effects shots, while rune masters meticulously modified illusions to enhance the realism of the set.
At his side, Yoda walked in silence, his gaze scanning the illusions surrounding them.
To him, this wasn’t anything entirely new.
In his world, the Force could be used to create illusions—just as magic could.
There were differences, of course, but not as vast as he once assumed.
Especially after spending more time understanding this world’s magic system.
Arthur walked beside him, explaining everything, while Yoda nodded along, absorbing each detail.
Then—
A soft whisper reached Arthur’s ear.
"Is that the 'master' you've been texting me about?"
He turned to see Firfel, leaning in slightly.
Arthur nodded.
Firfel’s brows furrowed.
"And he’s the one helping you with your movie project?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
Again, Arthur nodded.
Firfel’s expression didn’t change—if anything, her frown deepened.
Like many before her, she didn’t see what was so special about Yoda.
He was small, old, and unimpressive at first glance.
Yet, Arthur treated him with such importance.
Just who was he?
Comments
Kaine
I finish chapter…..look for another ….None…..Very Sad 😔
