A quiet hum filled the apartment as Leah materialized in front of the education pod.
For the past two months, the pod had remained sealed—its occupant undergoing an intense A-Level Film Directing Course, absorbing knowledge that would normally take years to master.
Now, the countdown timer displayed ten seconds remaining.
Leah's form flickered slightly as she processed the data. Everything had functioned smoothly during Arwin's training period—his studio was operating well, his earnings were stable, and his employees were producing quality work.
As the final second ticked away, the pod's hatch released a soft hiss, a faint mist escaping as the lid slowly lifted open.
A figure emerged—Arwin West, stepping out with a relaxed stretch, as if he had just woken up from a refreshing nap, despite having spent over two months in a deep educational simulation.
Leah registered his movement and spoke in her usual calm tone.
"Good morning, Arwin."
He blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes before turning toward her.
"Morning, Leah," he greeted, his voice slightly groggy but satisfied.
She analyzed his expression. His vitals showed no signs of fatigue—his body had been well-maintained during the process.
"How was the experience?" she asked.
Arwin let out a deep breath, rolling his shoulders. "It was… intense," he admitted. "But worth it. I feel like I could start making a movie right now."
He wasn't exaggerating. The things he had learned in that course were beyond what he had expected.
At first, he thought it would be about basic directing skills—staging, shot composition, actor coordination. But what he actually learned?
It made him realize just how far into the future he truly was.
The very concept of filmmaking had changed.
Back in his old world, cameras were essential. Everything revolved around lens selection, angles, lighting setups, and physical sets.
But here?
Cameras didn't even exist anymore.
Instead, entire environments could be created and controlled digitally in real-time. The director didn't need to frame shots manually—AI systems handled dynamic framing, composition, and movement with perfect precision.
And the biggest shock?
Film sets weren't even real.
Rather than constructing physical locations, filmmakers used holographic reality fields, allowing them to instantly generate any setting they wanted.
It was effortless—a level of convenience that made traditional filmmaking obsolete.
As he stood there, processing everything, a thought crossed his mind.
If his past life's greatest directors were to see this…
They would lose their minds.
He shook his head, pushing the thought away.
There was no point dwelling on it now.
"Anyway," he muttered, stepping away from the pod. "I need a shower."
Leah simply nodded, her form flickering as she disappeared.
After a long, hot shower, Arwin stepped into the kitchen, grabbing a plate of food.
It felt good to eat normally again.
Even though the education pod had kept his body nutritionally sustained, there was nothing like the feeling of actually eating a real meal.
As he ate, he pulled up a holographic screen, scrolling through the latest updates on Vault Studios.
First, he checked the viewership reports.
His eyebrows raised slightly.
Doraemon's popularity was growing beyond the Nebeska Galaxy.
It was slow but steady.
People from neighboring galaxies had started taking notice, and at this rate, it was only a matter of time before Doraemon became a universal phenomenon.
He then checked the earnings report.
His monthly revenue had crossed into the millions.
"Not bad," Arwin muttered to himself, taking another bite of food.
Next, he pulled up the recently released episodes—the ones made by Diana and Eden.
He played through a few clips, examining the animation quality, pacing, and overall execution.
To his satisfaction, everything looked top-tier.
He wasn't surprised. Both of them had professional training, unlike him, who had crammed an entire animation course into one week.
Still, he made a mental note to check in on them later. It was important to make sure his team was comfortable and that there were no problems.
Just as he was finishing his meal, Leah's voice rang out.
"Arwin, in two days, you are scheduled to depart for FAMD Headquarters. The location has been confirmed, and transportation has been arranged."
Arwin leaned back in his chair.
Finally.
He had been waiting for this moment.
This was where he would receive all the necessary resources to create his film.
There was only one thing left to do.
He needed to write the script.
Without wasting a second, he cleared his workspace and began writing.
Two days flew by.
Arwin spent every waking hour writing, editing, and refining his script.
Then, the day arrived.
Standing inside the massive space station, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.
This place was like a galactic airport—except instead of planes, there were sleek, futuristic starships preparing to launch into hyperspace.
Giant transparent domes provided a stunning view of ships arriving and departing, their designs sleek and almost otherworldly.
For a moment, Arwin just stood there, taking it all in.
This was science fiction made real.
Eventually, he made his way to the departure terminal, where his first-class ticket granted him access to an exclusive boarding zone.
The ship itself was breathtaking—a perfect blend of luxury and high-tech design.
As he settled into his plush first-class seat, he couldn't help but compare it to the first-class flights he had seen in travel vlogs back on Earth.
It was eerily similar—except instead of looking out at clouds, the window revealed a vast expanse of space, stars, and distant planets.
Leaning back, he let out a small chuckle.
"Never actually flew first-class before," he thought. "Guess this counts."
As the ship launched into hyperspace, Arwin drifted off to sleep.
By the time he woke up, they had already reached their destination.
Stepping off the ship, Arwin found himself in a grand space terminal, where automated transport drones efficiently handled luggage and logistics.
There were very few human workers—everything was operated by AI and robotic assistants.
It was another reminder of how far automation had advanced in this world.
Before he could wander too much, Leah's voice chimed through his bracelet's communicator.
"Arwin, your assigned transport is waiting outside. It will take you directly to FAMD Headquarters."
He adjusted his bag over his shoulder and smirked.
"Alright," he muttered to himself.
"Let's go see what the future of filmmaking looks like."
A/N: Yo guys, The Movie will be revealed in next chapter. I felt like last few chapters were boring, but the real things start now. Also you can leave suggestions for what series or movie you want to see in this, I'll try my best to include them. Thanks for reading.