Black Technology Director Can Make Anything Come True (31): 

After the Spring Festival, Si Qi threw himself wholeheartedly into the next film, long having left the previous “old love” behind.

All around the world, people were caught up in the craze of watching the movie. Even those who usually had no interest in films tried every possible way to get a ticket, just to see what that work—said to contain countless shadows of high technology—was really like.

“Wasn’t that electromagnetic gun the officials showed in the news the same as the one in the movie? It looks identical!”

“Don’t tell me they really used an actual gun while filming? Those actors were so daring!”

“I originally went for the high-tech, but ended up so caught up in the plot I didn’t even care about the tech. It was so moving, I cried.”

“Every character felt so real, with little details that made it seem like they had truly existed. Whether it was Lancelot, Si Qi, or anyone from the empire—even supporting characters who appeared for less than a minute—each left a deep impression. They felt like beings with souls.”

“The story was indeed amazing, but don’t overlook the amount of knowledge it contained! Did you notice the several wide shots of wars? Don’t just get excited over the action—those authentic physical reactions are enough to drive physicists and astrophysicists worldwide crazy! If those scenes were depicted with complete accuracy, then they are priceless scientific data, allowing us to calculate equations we never had the conditions to solve before!! Do you know what that means?!”

“I don’t know about how real those wide shots were, but the shield and the electromagnetic gun are definitely no fakes. So they really were manufactured according to the film’s designs? Otherwise, how could our country casually put such crucial things into a movie?”

“That’s just the basics. Did you see those space battleships and ignition devices? Word is that aerospace engineers around the world are going mad, all wanting to come here and meet Si Qi.”

“This is too surreal…”

“I really don’t get why Si Qi put these things into movies. Wouldn’t it be better to hide them and quietly do research ourselves? Now the whole world is coming here to study…”

Someone nearby laughed when they heard this, patting the speaker on the shoulder: “Brother, do you think our country alone could, in just a hundred years, develop that level of spacecraft all by ourselves? Just building an exoplanetary station would be enough to choke us. Besides, with Si Qi in our country, do we need to worry about others surpassing us? Instead, those scientists will be scrambling to join us!”

The man thought about it carefully, then burst into laughter: “Hey, you’re right! This time it’s the world’s talents flocking to us!”

“Exactly. You could even call that movie the best publicity film for our country, hahaha!”

As they were chatting, one netizen who was constantly following Si Qi’s latest news suddenly shouted, “Whoa! Look at this, what is that?!”

A crowd leaned in to watch, and after seeing it, everyone froze at the familiar sight.

It was a photo of a building complex taken from afar. Nothing unusual about the wide shot—except that the building in it looked awfully familiar??

—Wasn’t that the same interstellar fortress that had just appeared in the movie?!!!

Though it was, admittedly, a super miniaturized version.

Some foreigners with vested interests nearly fainted when they saw the photo. Even unwilling as they were, they finally understood how difficult it would be to wrest Si Qi away from Huaguo. Meanwhile, domestic netizens burst out laughing. They joked that while the country was quietly making fortunes in silence, it had somehow advanced this far without anyone noticing. The sense of pride was about to explode!

Sheltered under a great tree, Si Qi faced no obstacles—whether making movies or turning his own home into a space fortress. He loved this life and worked even harder on his films.

The authorities regretted that the work Si Qi chose was the “unreal” genre of xianxia dramas, but they didn’t force him into science fiction. As long as he occasionally gave some pointers when their researchers hit obstacles, they were already satisfied. After all, scholars weren’t just freeloaders; they were capable elites, enough to lead the nation forward through thorns and brambles.

More and more technologies were researched, and one by one, the inventions from the films began to enter reality. Si Qi’s second blockbuster premiered the same summer, again selling out every show and shaking the world.

Many foreigners had never even heard of xianxia before, and some thought it strange that all the men and women in it wore long hair. Now, thanks to Si Qi, their aesthetic tastes were overturned. They became well-versed in Huaguo’s ancient clothing, culture, and customs. Humanity around the globe began to learn about cultivation practices besides magic wands. Chinese culture gained worldwide favor, and traces of “xianxia,” a uniquely Huaguo tradition, began appearing in conventions and art media worldwide.

Then came the second year, the third year, with more and more films released, sparking nationwide celebrations each time…

Two hundred years later, on Weibo, the whole world eagerly followed the #CosmicAllianceAssessment discussion thread.

A post titled “I Am Completely Stunned” quietly appeared, and was quickly pushed to the top.

The post read:

“Over a hundred years ago, Mr. Si passed away. The following year, spacecraft reached an exoplanetary system, and humanity made first contact with an alien civilization. We were already dumbstruck when we realized that this civilization was exactly the same as the one depicted in Twin Stars. Who knew—that was just the beginning.

“The interstellar distribution maps of civilizations and wormhole coordinates—all appeared precisely in those films. We’ve quietly profited immensely from them…

“Because of this, Blue Star quickly entered the sights of the Cosmic Alliance, and within just a century gained the qualification to apply for membership. While we were worrying about how to win over other civilizations, the wise leaders of Huaguo had already turned their attention to Mr. Si’s other movies…

“Yes, that’s what I’m talking about…

“Why are cultivation techniques, regarded as priceless treasures by the top-tier S-class cultivation civilizations of the universe, appearing in films made by our country hundreds of years ago!!!!!!

“Why are the methods for cultivating the sacred trees of the elves—universally beloved by the cosmos—appearing in our films from hundreds of years ago!!!!!!

“Why are the key secrets for breaking the Zerg Queen’s planetary invasions appearing in our films from hundreds of years ago!!!!!!

“I once mocked my ancestors for being shocked over something as trivial as electromagnetic guns, thinking that if Mr. Si had lived in our time, he’d just be a director with decent cultural literacy. I was wrong. I laugh at my own arrogance. It turns out I was the frog at the bottom of the well.

“The planetary assessments we once feared so much were solved simply by presenting a few movies to the civilizations. We, who were just cosmic rookies, suddenly became qualified members of the Alliance. And the reason behind all this was… films shot by an ancestor centuries ago?!

“I am dizzy. Now I understand why people centuries ago worshiped Mr. Si, were mad for him, adored him so. I grew up hearing his stories, numb to them, unable to feel moved. But now I deeply envy our ancestors—envy that they breathed the same air under the same sky as him, envy that lucky Chu Feng who monopolized him, and understand why everyone, like Mr. Si Lin, both resented and begrudged him… He really was one fortunate man!

“Enough said—I’m going to rewatch all of Mr. Si’s over one hundred films, and study the knowledge inside just like people centuries ago did. I’m sure every civilization across the universe is doing the same now. And like Huaguo back then, our Huaxing must not fall behind anyone. The treasures Mr. Si left us must be carried forward by us Huaxing people!”

At the bottom of the post was a picture familiar to all of humanity: a family portrait of Si Qi.

In it, Si Qi stood in the center, smiling brightly as ever. Beside him, Si Lin for once showed no gloom, glaring jealously at Chu Feng who occupied the other spot next to his brother, just about to turn to speak to him. Chu Feng, holding hands with Si Qi, gazed at his lover with eyes full of tenderness, a warm smile on his face. Between them sat a little golden dragon-shaped AI robot.

That image froze in time, becoming the last photo Si Qi ever posted online before his death—and the most iconic memory of him for people around the world.

Netizens flooded the post with comments, marveling at Si Qi’s greatness and bowing to his unmatched wisdom.

The future looked bright.

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The Diary of Si Lin

November 4, 2021
I’m back. Brother is still here, exactly as in my memory. All the effort was worth it.

November 6, 2021
Brother said he wants to make films. I’ll give him my full support. First step—buy a camera!

December 9, 2021
Brother’s short film won an award! I knew this world still had plenty of people with good taste~~

December 12, 2021

Brother actually mastered AR technology in just one day! Brother really is the most amazing person in the world, that so-called black technology system is nothing!

June 25, 2022

Brother became the top scorer in the exams!! Today I must prepare a grand dinner to reward him, he worked so hard for those tests!!

July 4, 2022

Damn Lawrence, why did that guy show up? He must be after Brother’s abilities. I must protect him!

August 6, 2022

That bastard Lawrence, spying on Brother again in secret. I must find a chance to beat him up!

October 15, 2022

That scoundrel Lawrence actually dared to alter Brother’s script and even said that Lancelot secretly loved Brother. He was definitely sneaking in his own nonsense! Brother is too upright to see through his tricks. Damn it!

January 22, 2023

Those foreign fools dared to disturb me and Brother during Spring Festival. Every single one of them should be sent to wander in outer space! Of course, the first one to be sent away must be Lawrence!

January 26, 2023

What should I do, Brother seems to have fallen for that guy Lawrence…

February 6, 2023

Oh no! Brother actually kissed Lawrence on the cheek of his own accord. He really does like that useless old man whose only talent is loving Brother! Should I drug him, knock him out, and throw him into Brother’s bed? Otherwise what if Brother suffers a loss!!

April 7, 2023

Brother suddenly called that guy Lawrence “Chu Feng,” and even wanted me to call him that too. Hmph, he looked so smug, as if I owed him something. I refuse!

November 27, 2023

Damn Chu Feng, he actually used his birthday today as an excuse to make Brother call him “meow~.” That shameless man!

… But Brother, drunk and meowing like a cat, was really too cute!! I’ll scold him less today.

September 9, 2025

Why, why after marrying does Brother have to move into a new house with that bastard Chu Feng? Damn it, Chu Feng, I’ll never forgive you!

September 10, 2025

Brother came back to see me!! I knew it, Brother loves me the most!!

January 9, 2026

That bastard Chu Feng! I just heard him telling Brother, “Disobedient little kittens need to be punished by their master.” He even lied to me that it was a line from the script. I checked the script, it wasn’t there at all!!

June 6, 2026

What? That line actually appeared in the movie?? Brother spoils Chu Feng too much! The girls in the theater were screaming so excitedly their voices almost went hoarse! Damn Chu Feng!!

January 1, 2027

Heh, that bastard Chu Feng has finally gone mad, swearing to Brother that the script of the movie was from their past lives, even lifetimes before that. What a joke! Does that mean Brother can never escape his entanglement in any life? I will never allow it!!

…

January 27, 2066

Eh, why is it that after decades, Chu Feng is still just as annoying.

But since he’s treated Brother the same way all along, I won’t argue with him anymore. Speaking of which, that AI pet called Xiu Xiu is so noisy, always competing with me for affection. (Last sentence crossed out)

April 7, 2084

Today is Brother’s birthday! The whole world is sending him blessings! Brother truly is the greatest!

March 6, 2095

What should I do, Chu Feng’s health suddenly became very poor, the doctor says he might not last long. I’m so afraid Brother will be heartbroken… he definitely will…

March 8, 2095

If only I could give my lifespan to Chu Feng.

July 3, 2095

Chu Feng is gone. He said he would reunite with Brother in the next world and told me not to be sad. What a joke, I won’t be sad for him… never… I’m only worried about Brother.

I really hope what Chu Feng said about past and future lives is true. That way maybe Brother can find some comfort.

July 4, 2095

I must live longer than Brother, I cannot let him grieve for me too.

June 1, 2101

(Tears blurred the ink, the writing is unclear) Brother is gone, I am all alone now.

June 2, 2101

I will build a time-travel device. I must see Brother once more. I cannot live without him.

June 3, 2101

The black technology system came to me. It said Brother guessed I might do something like this, and told me not to act recklessly. It also left a message from him, saying he would come to fetch me after I die.

I don’t believe the system, but I believe Brother. He would never lie to me.

May 31, 2102

Lately I get tired so easily, my body feels weak.

But tomorrow is Brother’s first death anniversary, I must dress up nicely to go see him.

April 7, 2104

Today is Brother’s 100th birthday. Can I see him today?

Brother, I really miss you…

?? year ?? month ?? day

Where is this place?! Why do I have to call that bastard Chu Feng “Lord Main God”? My Brother is also a Main God!!

Eh, wait, why are there two Brothers??

… So this is what double happiness feels like!!

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“Mission solved?” The supervisor looked up and greeted when he saw Si Qi walk in.

“Solved.” Bringing Si Lin’s elder brother, only in his teens, into the Main God’s domain, the family had gone traveling through different small worlds for quite a while. After settling them in a world they liked, Si Qi resumed work, strolling up to the supervisor. “Any more interesting worlds?”

The supervisor knew Si Qi’s temperament and automatically replaced “interesting” in his mind with “troublesome.” After thinking for a moment, he said: “There’s a world born from a book, especially fragile, easy to collapse. The neighboring bureau discovered it and had the world consciousness pick someone from the original world who had read the book to cross over as the world’s son, using him as the anchor to stabilize the world line. But instead of following the plot, that world’s son scrambled the entire timeline, killing not only himself but also the protagonist of the book. The bureau sealed the world before it collapsed completely, and asked if we had a solution.”

The Management Bureau and the Quick-Transmigration Bureau were both under the Main God’s command, but their duties differed.

The former managed various small worlds, dealing with messy issues like the supervisor had just described; the latter focused on sending “golden fingers” to promote small worlds’ growth, harvesting more world energy for the Main God. The two were like sibling departments.

Resting his chin on one hand with his elbow propped on the table, the supervisor drawled, bored: “Worlds born from books are already small, the world energy they provide is pitifully little—tasteless chicken ribs. Sending people to grant golden fingers there is just a waste of time. And now it’s collapsed on its own. If it were me, I wouldn’t bother!”

Si Qi: “Then why bring it up now?”

The supervisor spread both hands, looking helpless. “Maintaining a world to keep it from collapsing also consumes world energy. The folks at the Management Bureau said Lord Main God ordered them to preserve the lives in such small worlds as best as possible, even if it meant overconsuming world energy—they must not abandon them casually. Ah, Lord Main God is too kind, even willing to take on such losing deals.”

Old, old Lord?

Si Qi’s mouth twitched. For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond, then said with a wry smile: “Fine, I’ll take this task.”

The supervisor broke into a delighted grin, as if dumping a huge problem, happily passing the world coordinates to Si Qi and gushing: “047, you really are my little cotton-padded jacket. Without you, what would I do? You’re the pillar of our bureau.”

Si Qi nodded contentedly. “That sounds nice—say it again, say it again.”

The supervisor grew more animated, bantering along with him for a good while before they parted with laughter.

Before leaving, the supervisor handed over the book that had birthed the small world. Si Qi read as he flew out of the World Tower, finishing the book before reaching the teleportation site.

It was a very ordinary romance story: a humble-born male lead rises to success, falls in love, fights monsters, and ultimately wins both career and love.

The story was decent, good enough for passing time. But a novel was still just a novel—treating it as factual history would not work.

From Si Qi’s experience, many transmigrators or “book-crossers” sent by world consciousness tended to regard history or novels as prophecy, believing everything written was absolute truth.

They never considered that both history and novels are products of human editing. Just like that female transmigrator in the ancient world who mistook the prince from a TV drama for the real historical prince, believing he was truly gentle and kind—when in fact, he was a scheming, hypocritical man disguised in kindness.

This time, the book-crosser made the same mistake, treating the novel as an omniscient prophecy and thinking she controlled everything. In the end, she destroyed herself and even dragged down the protagonist who was the core of the world, causing the entire world to collapse with them.

As Si Qi reasoned through the cause of the collapse, his vision blurred, and in a flash he was sent into that world.

Before he could observe his surroundings or absorb the world’s memories, several large, eye-catching words appeared before him:

“Marriage Application”

Si Qi: “…”

So intense? Straight to marriage the moment I arrive??

He instinctively looked at the other name on the form. Seeing it was Chu Feng, he felt relieved, raised the pen, and was about to sign.

But at the very moment his pen touched the paper, it was snatched away. Startled, Si Qi looked up to see Chu Feng, eyes lowered, holding the paper, expressionless.

“Not marrying,” he said flatly.

Si Qi’s eyes widened.

—What?!!

Before Si Qi could even ask, the people behind Chu Feng, more anxious than him, stepped forward, faces full of urgency.

“General, your mental power has already gone berserk, you can’t delay any longer!”

“Master Si has agreed, you…”

Chu Feng glanced at Si Qi and said coldly, “The person he likes isn’t me. Even if we marry, it’s useless.”