Chapter 137

After seeing Michael, Yuken Shimauchi grew increasingly confused.

This video had absolutely nothing to do with Spider-Man.

At that moment, the image of the rising steel bridge played on the TV screen.

As Shimauchi watched the bridges on either side stop, and the middle bridge continued to rise, a sinking feeling began to take hold.

Performance accident!

The thought flashed in his mind.

Was Michael injured?

He shook his head. If something had happened to Michael, surely he would have been notified by now.

He continued watching, still puzzled.

Sure enough, with a burst of sparks, the steel bridge faltered, then began to fall.

"Mr. President, please look carefully behind the stage," Ian Bryce reminded him.

Behind the stage?

Shimauchi's gaze shifted, and he saw a strong figure sprinting quickly to the right side of the stage.

A moment later, he saw the familiar figure leap to the top of a tree trunk. Then, with a mighty jump, the figure flew through the air, a dangerous move that nonetheless exuded a smooth, effortless grace.

In mid-air, the figure reached out, grabbed a wire that had fallen from above, and swung forward with the momentum. Then, with a swift movement, he caught Michael on the bridge and swung off, as if on a pendulum.

Boom!

The bridge collapsed.

Both Michael and the figure swung through the air and landed safely on the ground.

At this point, Shimauchi Yuken would have been foolish not to recognize who the figure was.

He gasped, his voice filled with disbelief:

"That's Martin... is he really only thirteen years old?"

"Yes, that's Martin. And yes, he really is thirteen. He has physical abilities far beyond the average person. He once faced off with Kobe Bryant at Staples Center and even performed a windmill dunk under Kobe's defense!" Ian Bryce replied.

Shimauchi didn't understand basketball, but he knew that a slam dunk was no easy feat—especially when done under Kobe's defense.

Hearing this, Shimauchi muttered to himself:

"This kid has physical abilities beyond ordinary people—he can run, jump, and has a strong sense of justice. He's also in high school... he's just like Spider-Man from the comics, isn't he?"

"To contact him, you should call..."

"Sir, my name is Ian Bryce."

"Ian Bryce, your suggestion is excellent. You'll be in charge of this matter."

"Understood, sir. I'll handle it!"

"Go ahead. I understand what you mean. Once this is done, the production of Spider-Man will be yours."

Ian Bryce was overjoyed.

Later that evening...

Ian Bryce returned home exhausted, but he had no intention of resting. Instead, he went straight to his study.

His desk was cluttered with papers about Martin, obviously the result of days—perhaps weeks—of research.

Smiling and humming a tune, Ian cleaned up the mess of papers. He sat down behind his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a business card.

Jeff Raymond, senior partner at CAA, represents Martin Meyers.

Success or failure depends on this!

Ian picked up the phone.

Four days later, in New Zealand...

After the Munich charity concert, Martin returned to New Zealand and resumed his work as an actor.

Although he had left the set briefly, Martin was in excellent condition when he rejoined the crew and resumed filming.

Peter was both surprised and thrilled. He had feared that after Martin's hiatus, he might not be able to regain his previous performance level.

All Peter could say was, I just don't understand succubi!

Martin followed the crew throughout New Zealand—visiting the South Island, the North Island, the Alps (not the European ones), the small town of Matamata, and Castle Hill Mountain...

The magical world of Middle-earth in the script was slowly coming to life.

Time passed quickly, and Martin became more accustomed to the elves' behavior and habits.

At first, it had been simple imitation, but gradually it integrated into his every movement. Combined with his succubus charm, Martin began to exude a unique aura—elegant yet seductive.

This aura set him apart from the others in the crew, making him incredibly attractive and impossible to ignore.

His presence always commanded attention, especially from Liv Tyler and Cate Blanchett, among others.

Peter Jackson believed Martin had truly become a noble elf, which filled him with excitement. He couldn't resist adding more scenes for Martin.

The protagonist cried miserably!

One day, after finishing his scenes, Martin bought a harp from Wellington. He found a quiet spot with beautiful scenery and began playing.

Though his harp wasn't large, it was similar in size to a cello. Its design resembled that of the ancient Chinese zither, crafted by a renowned master with exceptional sound quality.

Whenever he had free time, Martin would take the harp to scenic spots and play alone—not to show off, but because the magnificent surroundings—majestic glaciers, fiery volcanoes, vast grasslands, and deep forests—would stir his natural musical talent as a succubus.

The melodies that flowed from him were inspired by the beauty of the land, and he couldn't wait to express them.

Today was the final shoot in the Southern Alps, Martin's last scene on location. After this, they would begin the intensive indoor shooting necessary for special effects—green screen work.

Since Martin was in such good condition, he finished his part before dusk. He found a hill with a clear view, sat at the top, and began to play his harp.

The sunset bathed the sky in vibrant colors, the clouds glowing like rouge. The remaining sunlight scattered across the distant grasslands, covering the earth like a red carpet. The scene was breathtaking.

Martin gazed at the stunning scenery, and as his fingers gently plucked the strings, a melody began to fill the air.

The reason Martin chose the harp over other instruments, like the guitar or violin, was that the harp allowed him to play all tones with its 47 strings and 5 or 6 pedals.

As he played, his music ranged from the slow, flowing rhythm of a spring to the rapid cascade of a waterfall. It could be as clear and crisp as beads falling on a jade plate, or as deep and soft as a whisper.

His playing was pure and clean, able to carry the listener's soul to the depths of music in search of spiritual beauty.

Sitting alone on the hilltop, Martin seemed isolated from the world.

Gradually, the crew gathered beneath the hill, drawn by the haunting sound of his music. They stood in silence, listening intently.

Peter Jackson and Richard Taylor stood side by side, two photographers beside them, capturing the moment on film.

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