“What the hell?”“What was that noise?”Caleb Davis was completely engrossed, so the sudden, sharp chime—like a video game achievement unlocking—made him physically freeze. It was this weird, digital, totally alien sound, slamming right into the moment.“Film and Television Martial Emperor System?”The idea just formed in his brain. Like a pop-up ad he couldn't close.Helena Madison noticed how instantly rigid he got and looked up, confusion written all over her face.Caleb Davis saw her questioning look, and his face immediately darkened. He couldn’t deal with the bizarre mechanical voice right now, not when he was this close. He glared at Helena Madison, struck the velvet sofa next to her with a sharp slap, and decided the immediate priority was salvaging his dignity—and reputation—as a man.The ReckoningMeanwhile, a whole different mess was unfolding clear across the city at the Starlight Capital International Airport.Brandon Smith—yeah, "Old Smith" to the insiders—was hustling aw

Caleb Davis departed in comfortable oblivion. The seismic shift he’d triggered in the villa—Helena Madison’s subsequent, explosive demand for divorce—remained entirely outside his awareness.Had he known the full extent of the calamity he had created, he would have broken his neck rushing back to broker a peace. It was a cynical calculation, perhaps, but the horrifying prospect of Helena Madison divorcing her husband only to focus her considerable energy on him was a nightmare he wished to avoid. Caleb Davis was a connoisseur of the forbidden, enjoying the illicit thrill of stolen access. But ownership? Absolutely not. He desired the fleeting joy of the affair, not the long-term burden of the scandalous inheritance. Who, with the means to acquire something new, willingly accepted a damaged asset? Furthermore, the potential for lingering attachments or, worse, the previous owner retaining a spare key to his life, was a risk he was unwilling to run. He would not be the man left holding t

“Man, you really can’t beat the cheat code!”Once Caleb Davis figured out his bizarre new reality—that the Film and Television Martial Emperor System was just going to casually patch the whole "die instantly" flaw of the Shaolin Innate Skill, letting him cultivate endlessly without risk—he sighed. A deep, lung-clearing, genuinely relieved sigh. All that crazy paranoia? Gone. Done.He instantly threw all those doubts aside and dropped into the deepest focus, plunging himself into a relentless, grueling practice session.He might have lacked a famous master or even a single day’s actual martial arts foundation, but honestly? Who cared? Armed with the vivid, complete memory of 'Colt Cooper'—the life of the actual historical eunuch he was playing—Caleb perfected every single stance and movement. He wasn't guessing; he was recalling.His progress surged like a freaking torrent.Only about four hours had passed when a sharp, unmistakable digital chime sliced right through his concentration.

That miserable Attention Value—just over two hundred points. You saw the steep price for the next two skills, right? Caleb Davis did, and he quickly slammed the System panel shut. Out of sight, out of mind. Simple strategy.But that broken, humiliating reality stung him. It absolutely fueled him. He took all that bitter ambition and just poured it into his practice. Head down, all in.He trained for three days straight. No breaks.Caleb’s relentless effort paid off, big time. The Shaolin Innate Skill surged, promoting its proficiency from "Basic Mastery" to "Minor Accomplishment" (16/500).The breakthrough brought another quick glimpse into 'Colt Cooper's' memory, the same as last time. This one was actually pretty boring: just the Eunuch grinding through repetitive, focused routines. Pure technique. Zero drama.The real win, though, was the power boost. Holy cow.His Internal Energy was the primary beneficiary. It used to be this barely-there thread. Now? It had solidified into a dens

No one, absolutely no one, was rooting for Caleb Davis.The general consensus was simple: this kid, barely twenty and almost a complete nobody, had zero chance of nailing this complicated scene in one go. Even if he got lucky and managed to perform well, the whole thing might still be useless. Maverick Wyatt had set such a notoriously awful, destructive precedent just minutes ago that any follow-up performance felt doomed from the start.Caleb knew all this, of course, but honestly? He couldn't have cared less.He was relying on the 'Colt Cooper' memory package the System had dumped into his brain, plus the weird, sharp insights he'd gained during his recent martial arts breakthroughs. Caleb wasn't acting; he had literally internalised the character Colt Cooper. He could call up that perfect performance whenever he felt like it.He walked into the makeup room and changed into Colt Cooper’s official costume.Sitting at the mirror, Caleb watched his face change under the makeup artist's