Mallory still ignored Death and continued with his next scene.
I don't know how many more years have passed.
Mallory's hair was all white.
The strong muscles of his body seemed to be shrinking as well.
When he completed the two hundred and fifty-five scenes, after pushing open the alloy door at the bottom of the level, no longer able to enter the next level.
There was only one empty room here.
An empty room of about two hundred square meters.
Death stood in the center of the room with his back turned to him.
At the end of the empty room, no new door appeared, only a shiny treasure chest placed against the wall.
As Mallory pushed the door in, Death, with his head bowed, slowly turned around.
He lifted the hood of his robe on his head, removed his cloak, and reached up and tore the face off.
Revealed his true face.
It was Vincent, the director.
"You're still the first person to walk up to me since this script was written." Vincent sighed.
"You came into the script too, director?" Mallory faced the director and didn't make a fuss.
Just like the players in the game when facing the GM, daring to rush up and slash is purely looking for death.
"I did not enter the script, this is just a projection, or a copy of me in the script, an AI program, but this AI program has almost all my memories and intelligence." Vincent answered Mallory.
"Is there any extra bonus for me being here?" Mallory gazed at the treasure chest behind Vincent, the one that was more golden than all the previous ones.
"Defeat me, and the treasure chest behind me is yours." Vincent answered Mallory.
"Bang Bang Bang Bang!"
As soon as Vincent's words fell, Mallory had an extra pistol in his hand and fired four consecutive shots, one to Vincent's brow, one to his heart, one to his throat, and one to the bottom of his dantian.
"No guns, and I didn't say start." Vincent stood up after taking a few steps back in a very distressed manner and spoke to Mallory about the rules.
The plot setting for this place was for Vincent to get shot, then reach out and offer up a wall of air, stop the bullet in a very pretentious manner, pick it off to the side, and then tell the rules to the challenger.
Never thought Mallory would move too fast and not give him time to react.
"All right." Mallory put away the pistol.
"You can't carry any weaponry, I'm immune to all long-range attacks, and you can only beat me with your fists and feet to get the ultimate prize." Vincent pronounced the rules.
"Good point." Mallory swung his fist at Vincent and charged forward.
It didn't take more than five seconds for the two to exchange punches and kicks before Mallory was kicked out by Vincent.
Mallory got up from the ground and charged at Vincent again.
Then, another punch to the jaw from Vincent sends him flying.
Mallory gets up again and rushes forward again.
Vincent catches his wrist and clicks it off, disabling one arm.
Mallory charged forward swinging his other arm.
He was punched hard in the chest by Vincent, breaking all his ribs and never getting up again.
"I told you a long time ago, what's the point of staying here any longer?"
"Perhaps you have trained your gunfighting skills to the extreme, but your free combat ability, which is almost zero, is only going to end in abuse when you fight me in close quarters without a firearm."
"Humans have limits, and no amount of training can make you an all-rounder."
"Go back, it's time to finish." Vincent's AI clone persuaded Mallory a few words.
"Come again." Mallory only returned two words to Vincent.
"Okay." A white mist shot out from Vincent's fingers and wrapped around Mallory, instantly healing all the heat from his injuries.
After getting up, Mallory immediately slammed his fist into Vincent's face.
It was blocked by Vincent's outstretched palm, and then received a sharp kick in the abdomen from Vincent, and was kicked directly away.
Mallory got up from the ground and charged at Vincent again.
Half a minute later, Mallory, who had a full head of white hair, was on the ground again, unable to get up.
"It's useless, you are no longer as good as when you just entered the play, you're old, your physical fitness and reflexes can't keep up, there's no way you can improve yourself through training anymore."
"Give up, there are other better scripts waiting for you in the future, there is no need to keep dwelling on this script." Vincent advised Mallory a few more times.
"Come again." Mallory still only returned these two words.
"Okay." Vincent cured Mallory once again.
"You teach me how to fight first." Mallory didn't sneak up on Vincent again this time.
"Okay." Vincent started training Mallory in free sparring from the most basic aspects such as foot movement and punching style.
Six months later, there was nothing more Vincent could teach Mallory about free sparring.
After the training was over, Mallory started to challenge Vincent again one at a time.
The two men's sparring time was extended to five minutes.
Then it was six minutes, seven minutes, eight minutes ...
Even longer ...
At its longest, it reached an hour.
Before that, both sides were undefeated.
Finally Mallory was physically exhausted and lost.
...
I don't know how many more years have passed.
Mallory did not continue to extend the time, but gradually decreased.
He is getting older and his physical condition is getting worse.
Vincent's AI does not get older, and his strength does not get worse.
In contrast, the time Mallory can last has become shorter.
...
"Give up, don't you see that you can't beat me in this condition."
"You're not young anymore, you don't have the means to keep getting stronger through training and actual combat."
"You are already very impressive."
"Before you, at least five hundred people have entered my script."
"None of them could make it this far."
"It's okay to give up." Vincent persuaded Mallory.
"Again." Mallory climbed to his feet.
...
Another year had passed.
This time wrestling, Mallory hit Vincent with a punch to the chest.
Vincent fell to the ground, not badly hurt, and was about to get up, but suddenly fell down again.
Mallory immediately rushed forward with a knee to the head, again toppling Vincent to the ground, and then mounted him, slamming punch after punch into Vincent's face.
"There! I've lost!" Vincent finally conceded defeat.
"You let me?" Mallory did not have the joy of victory after standing up.
What Vincent showed just now was obviously not his true strength.
"No, this script of ours consumed too many resources of Film City and was forcibly shut down by Film City, and the script world will collapse in half a minute! You quickly leave! Or you'll never get out again!" Vincent urged Mallory a few words.
Sure enough, as Vincent's words fell, the buildings around the two began to shake.
Mallory rushed to the side of the treasure chest with one arrow step, and reached out to lift the lid of the chest.