Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm

The succubus Martin's soul was the most dominant, taking full control, while the scholar Martin remained as a reservoir of memories. As for young Martin Myers…well, he hardly counted.

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How peculiar—there's no spiritual energy in this world!

Fortunately, I'm a succubus, and my cultivation doesn't require spiritual energy; it thrives on collecting desires.

Desire exists in joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness—as long as these emotions are directed at me, they can all be transformed into sustenance for my cultivation.

Alright, let's see…what reliable methods does this world have to evoke strong emotions from people?

Hmm, being a writer…not bad. Music? That could work too. Hollywood movies—worldwide exposure? Perfect!

Seems like I'll need to become, what's that term? Right—an "idea recycler."

I'll start with writing. The ultimate goal? Becoming an international movie star.

What's that? You're asking about acting skills?

Please, I'm a succubus!

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"Martin! Are you ready yet? Come down for breakfast, or you'll miss the bus!" A gentle voice called from downstairs.

"Martin, if you're late again, you'll lose your allowance," came a sterner voice.

The first voice belongs to my mother, Linda Myers, a kind woman. She's currently a professor of Film Studies at the University of Southern California School of Cinematic Arts.

The second voice belongs to my father, Grant Myers, an executive at J.P. Morgan's investment division.

We live at 222 Tremblin Drive, one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in Los Angeles.

A rich kid—heh, I'm quite fond of this identity. It'll be a useful asset for my plans.

(Note: In Western culture, women traditionally take their husband's last name after marriage, even those like Hillary who project a fiercely independent image.)

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"Coming, coming! Mom, what's for breakfast today?"

"Your favorite: thick-cut bacon and eggs."

"Wow, that's awesome! Thanks, Mom!"

"You should be thanking Mrs. Aranda, our housekeeper. She prepared breakfast."

"Thank you, Mrs. Aranda! But Mom, I want to thank you too—after all, you decide what I eat every day."

Linda beamed. Her little Martin seemed to have matured so much since his illness!

"Hey, why isn't anyone thanking me? That's not fair!"

"Dad, if you double my allowance, I'll thank you!"

"No way!"

"Well then, no thank you from me!"

"Oh, really? Well, how about I halve your allowance?"

"Oh, dearest Father, I love you so much! You are the greatest member of the Myers family and my absolute pride!"

"Hahaha!"

Linda and Grant burst into laughter together.

Grant chuckled and pointed a playful finger at Martin. "If your grandpa heard you, he'd probably beat you up"

"Dad, you won't tell Grandpa, will you?"

"We'll see—depends on my mood!"

"Come on, Dad, let me give you a shoulder massage." Martin put on a flattering smile.

As a succubus, laying on the charm—especially with people who could be useful—came with zero hesitation.

"Alright, enough of that. Hurry up and eat, or you really will miss the bus," Linda urged.

"No problem, I can give him a ride," Grant offered.

"No way. Martin needs to go like all the other kids so he can fit in. I don't want him missing out on friendships at school."

"Mom, come on, as handsome as I am, how could I not have friends?" Martin said with a mock scowl.

"Of course, he inherited my excellent genes." Grant gave himself a pat on the back, only to be met with a playful eye-roll.

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Martin quickly finished his breakfast. A white-haired woman approached, holding a neatly folded set of clothes. "Good morning, Master Martin. Here's your outfit for today."

"Thanks, Mrs. Aranda. I'll change right away."

The boy wiped his mouth, grabbed the clothes, and darted off to his dressing room upstairs.

"Slow down, dear!"

"I know, but I'm running late, Mom."

A few moments later, Martin emerged wearing a light blue T-shirt and jeans, backpack in hand.

With his fair skin, chestnut-brown hair, and handsome features, he made quite an impression. Unlike many other kids his age, Martin's skin was free of the typical freckles found on Caucasian children, thanks to his quarter-Asian heritage. Even though his natural succubus charm was still weak, it was enough to subtly enhance his appearance.

"Whoa, who's this dashing young man?" Grant teased.

"Why, he's the son of the handsome Mr. Grant and the beautiful Mrs. Linda, the one who inherited all their best qualities—Martin Myers!" Martin replied, taking the cue smoothly.

With a grin, he slung his backpack over one shoulder and dashed out the door. "Goodbye, Dad! Bye, Mom! Bye, Mrs. Aranda!"

As he sprinted across the garden and out the front gate, Martin felt the residual energy from people's emotions slowly absorbed into his body, boosting his physical strength, speed, and reflexes ever so slightly.

At the street corner, a bespectacled boy was already waiting.

"Hey, Martin."

"Morning, Mark."

The boy with glasses, a slender frame, and slightly hunched shoulders was Mark Zuckerberg. A year older than Martin, Mark had recently moved from New York to Los Angeles with his wealthy Jewish family. Due to his obsession with computers, he had been held back a year and was now repeating seventh grade.

However, since he had started school early, he was still the same age as his classmates. Martin, likewise, had started a year early, making him a year younger than his seventh-grade peers.

Martin greeted Mark warmly. Knowing the future accomplishments this kid would achieve, Martin naturally wanted to build a strong friendship from the start.

[TL/N: If you see a note like this from the author in the chapter (Note: "I'm Chinese, so I worship the government, and China is number one"), just ignore it. If chapters seem shorter than usual, it's because the author's note is taking up too much space with unnecessary commentary, so I'll be deleting it. I'll also be removing all the "poison" this novel contains, like unnecessary praise about China, nationalism, or "China is number one" rhetoric. Sit back and read in peace—I'll make sure this doesn't show up in the novel. If anything slips past me by mistake, please remind me, okay? Thank you!]

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𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚!

𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗼:

• 𝙅𝙘𝟭𝟮𝟬𝟮

• 𝘼𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙟𝙖𝙝

• 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗯 𝗠𝗼𝗲𝗲

𝗔𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸:

• 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀: 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝟭𝟴𝟱+ 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚.

• 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁-𝗢𝘂𝘁: 𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩!

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗲𝘁, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝘀!

👉 𝙅𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙬: 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙣.𝙘𝙤𝙢/𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙊𝙛𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

💬 𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝘼𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚: 𝙈𝙮 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩! 𝙐𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 $30—𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 10% 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩! 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙙𝙚: 𝗚𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥.

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙂𝙋𝙏 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣-𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙮, 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚!

👉𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗽: 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙣.𝙘𝙤𝙢/𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙊𝙛𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧/𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙥