"Excellent."
Zog praised.
"You've done an excellent job. I trust we'll have more opportunities to work together in the future."
"Thank you for your appreciation," the designer replied.
Even so, he wasn't sure if he would take on another job like this in the future.
It was too mentally draining.
To achieve the effects Zog demanded, the entire team had lost quite a bit of hair.
Perhaps going bald was the destiny of those in the design industry. His mentor's head was already reflective, and his own hair was thinning by the day.
Zog wandered the empty campus for several hours before concluding the inspection, completely satisfied.
Universal Studios? Compared to the fidelity of his reproduction, it looked as crude as a roadside stall.
The "hardware" was ready; naturally, the "software" had to match.
