You really couldn't blame Denji for being too pent-up.
Before transmigrating to Terra, he had been going on dates with Reze, shopping, and learning how to swim. He still remembered that when he was learning to swim, both the moon in the sky and the person in the water were very pale and beautiful. This led to him, during their subsequent shopping trip, spending the entire time "pitching a tent"—constructing a certain type of residential facility used for outdoor camping and by nomadic tribes for overnight stays.
Then, in the blink of an eye, he arrived in Terra, separated from the little girlfriend he was supposed to be getting passionate with.
Although there were plenty of beautiful girls in Lungmen, Denji had been busy these past few days killing people, training, and handling serious business. He had finally picked up Rope, only to be forced to do right by Reze because the other party suffered from severe Oripathy.
At this time, Denji didn't yet know that Aak from the Lee Detective Agency had already discovered an astonishing result by studying his flesh and blood: Denji's constitution was actually naturally immune to Oripathy infection, and his blood even had a suppressing effect on it.
In short, Denji's current state was like a hot-blooded teenage boy who had finally gotten an ideal girlfriend at the end of the semester, only to be prevented from seeing her due to the holidays.
Moreover, for Denji, who possessed infinite stamina, his accumulated excess energy was unusually severe. Therefore, when he suddenly saw four top-tier beautiful girls—the kind he could only see through beauty filters on livestreams in his original world—he fell into a brief daze.
"Oh no! Boss Denji's old condition is acting up again!" Ah Fa recalled a piece of intel he learned when he first met Denji: he seemed to come from a place where beautiful girls were very scarce, making him a bit unaccustomed to the sights of Lungmen.
Rope also noticed Denji staring blankly at other women and felt a bit displeased in her heart. She didn't know why she would develop inexplicable emotions toward an evil man who supposedly controlled her with drugs.
In the end, it was Ah Fa who stepped forward first, taking out a prepared business card to prove their intentions to Emperor.
Denji also snapped out of it, tearing his eyes away from the girls, and then, without the slightest hint of embarrassment, walked calmly toward Emperor.
This was a merit he inherited after merging with the original Denji: he was very honest about his desires and never hid them. I just like looking at beautiful women, my dream is to live an ordinary life, and I'm satisfied as long as I have boobs to touch. Of course, he had more common sense than the original Denji: he knew he was a powerhouse, and thus could ignore all the emotional intelligence and pleasantries that only ordinary people needed to pay attention to.
"Hello, Mr. Emperor, producer at Siren Records. My name is Denji," Denji introduced himself generously. "I assume you have already received the works I sent, and I have reason to believe you will be satisfied with those songs. By the way, the employees under you are truly a beautiful sight; I was almost captivated!"
Emperor hadn't seen a young man dare to speak to him like this in a long time, and instead grew somewhat interested. With his usually arrogant personality, he raised his flipper and took the initiative to shake Denji's hand, showing his approval.
"Honestly, seeing you staring blankly at my cute employees just now, I thought you were just another ignorant brat who hadn't seen the world, and I had doubts about whether you could create excellent works," Emperor, who similarly didn't need to bother with conventional pleasantries, said bluntly. "But you're frank enough to admit you were staring at beautiful women without being coy about it. You look like someone who can achieve great things."
With Emperor's explanation, the Penguin Logistics employees, who just a moment ago thought Denji was a bit rude, began to size him up with friendly eyes.
Denji didn't shy away either, smiling and nodding in greeting.
This was the experience he gained from 21st-century interpersonal interactions: a man must be confident and magnanimous enough for girls and clients to be willing to understand and trust him. Of course, without actual capability, a superficial facade propped up by thick skin would eventually be exposed.
But right now, in the eyes of the Penguin Logistics crew, he had the filter of a musical genius. Even though this filter was also fake and would eventually be exposed, Denji knew in his heart: he was, first and foremost, a powerhouse with strength and factions he could rely on. Therefore, in his outward demeanor, he could appear very confident and assured.
Power is a man's best plastic surgery—this was the logic. There was another version of this saying: Rap can also be a man's best plastic surgery. And right now, Denji's image was roughly that of a highly capable rap master, so he was quite pleasing to the eyes of the girls.
"You're a really interesting guy. Aside from a Sankta, this is the first time I've seen someone so honest. Want to eat this? I baked it myself!" Exusiai grinningly handed him a piece of apple pie.
This energetic girl with a cheerful exterior was actually someone who was warm on the outside but guarded on the inside, only opening her heart to a small number of people she approved of.
This was actually a commonality among Sankta: they naturally had a sense of alienation from other races. Sankta could sense each other's emotions, allowing for highly efficient communication and understanding, but other races would deceive, lie, and hide their true inner thoughts. Therefore, Sankta only trusted their own kind and a small number of friends from other races whose roots they knew well. It was not easy to gain their approval.
Sankta were also very honest about their desires, but the desires they faced generally revolved around eating sweets or blowing things up. Exusiai didn't dislike Denji's frankness, but she still needed to find more agreeable traits in him before considering him one of her own.
Denji took the apple pie and decisively took a large bite.
Although the taste was a bit weird, it was much better than most of the food Denji remembered eating, not to mention it was handed to him by a cute girl. Giving Exusiai a thumbs-up, Denji continued to discuss the details of cooperation with Emperor.
"This is the Siren Records contract. You don't need to suspect any commercial traps inside. You can ask around about my reputation in the music industry." Emperor arrogantly took the prepared contract from an employee and handed it to Denji.
Denji had heard many rumors about capital exploiting newcomers and contract pitfalls in the entertainment industry. But according to the intel he gathered, Emperor seemed to be a man of temperament who only valued music.
"If I couldn't trust Mr. Emperor, I wouldn't have made the trip here." Denji picked up the contract, merely glanced at a few key clauses, signed his name, and pushed it back.
"Straightforward, I just like your attitude!" Emperor found Denji more and more pleasing to the eye, feeling that this young man was more magnanimous than several of his millennia-old friends.
Denji smiled and said, "I have no objections to the revenue split in the contract. I can even accept a lower split in exchange for several deep collaborations with Penguin Logistics."
"Oh? Let's hear it. There aren't many things in Lungmen that can stump me," Emperor said with an arrogant face, finding their conversation highly agreeable.
"Film and television," Denji said relaxedly, adopting the sitting posture of a big boss. "I have a few good scripts, but no connections. I wonder if Mr. Emperor has any acquaintances in the film industry?"
"Too many to count," Emperor chuckled low. As a long-lived Beast Lord, he indeed had the confidence to say such things. "But I am a bit curious. What kind of movies do you want to make? Music or art-house films?"
The only thing Emperor cared about was whether Denji could bring him moving cinematic theme songs.
"I'm a newcomer. Making art films is an easy way to lose my pants," Denji shook his head. "What I want to make are more thrilling, straightforward horror movies. Only after making enough money will I consider pursuing art."
Emperor laughed heartily, "You're even more straightforward than I imagined, not at all like someone in the arts! But I appreciate this directness. I'll connect you with resources in the film industry. Venues, crews, distribution channels—none of these will be a problem!"
A look of joy appeared on Denji's face; he had indeed bet correctly on this big shot's temperament.
Immediately, striking while the iron was hot, Denji threw out another request: "Besides film cooperation, I also want to trouble Penguin Logistics to use your vast delivery channels to help me look for someone."
"Speak your mind," Emperor said, patting his chest.
Denji became the first to speak out about the person he yearned for the most: "I want to find a cute girl who is good at using bombs. As for the location, she might be in Ursus."
Before Denji's voice faded, the eyes of everyone in Penguin Logistics swept uniformly toward Exusiai.
If not for the condition of "Ursus," they would have almost suspected Denji was hitting on Exusiai.
Exusiai, however, casually gave Denji a thumbs-up, her tone full of agreement: "Good eye! Boss, I also think girls who like explosions are the cutest!"
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