Ultraman and Astro Boy suddenly find that their love machine is not listening, all the instrument panels are spinning, the alarm is blaring, and the engine is losing power, and the nose is down. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The height is constantly decreasing.

"How so? Call the Dinosaur Cache, I'm out of control! "The electronics are out of control, and of course his calls go unanswered.

Inside the air base, His Excellency the Air Force Lieutenant General was also roaring: "What's the matter, why did you lose contact?" Two more FX-23s were dispatched to the lost sea! Also, send a search and rescue plane and notify the navy to go too. ”

Inside the Fly, Wang Ling gave a thumbs up and said to the Fly: "Amazing! Didn't you say that there are no offensive weapons? ”

"This is not an offensive weapon, the flight loss is only temporary, as long as they are not scared and have patience, they will return to normal after a while."

Not afraid? How could Ultraman and Astro Boy not be afraid, seeing that they were about to crash, no one would not be afraid, and after not receiving instructions from the base, they decided to jump out of the plane, that is, eject.

The ejection function is independent, but it is also controlled by the electronic device, but for some reason the electronic jamming bomb does not interfere with this function. Maybe it's the world of black technology that can't be understood with normal thinking.

The two pilots ejected, their parachutes opened, and slowly descended to the surface, not knowing that shortly after they ejected, the plane had returned to normal, but without the pilot's control, it was still plunged headlong into the sea.

"Is this a hit-and-run? But I like it! At this time, Wang Ling had already drifted away, and the fly was angry, and he was finally in a good mood. It turns on the stealth function and leaves the scene of the accident as quickly as possible.

Entering Tokyo City, Wang Ling suddenly received a prompt from the system, "You arrive in Riben and trigger the quest, you can choose whether to accept it or not, and you will be rewarded for completing the quest." ”

"And a copy? Of course, you have to accept it, don't be in vain if you have a reward! Mission accepted! Wang Ling chose to accept the task without even asking.

"Failure to do so will confiscate one of the host's skills!"

"Why didn't you say it earlier? Is it too late to accept it now? Wang Ling was shocked, he didn't know if the task was difficult or not, if it failed, it wouldn't be a big loss!

"You rushed to accept it before you finished listening, sorry! Once the mission is accepted, it cannot be changed! ”

Wang Ling opened his mouth and was speechless.

"As a manga powerhouse, Nippon brings together the world's strongest cartoonists, and today there is a manga exhibition, and a jury composed of cartoonists from all over the world will evaluate the comics at the exhibition, and you can only complete the task if you get the first place with the manga you drew by yourself."

"I'll go, I've never drawn a comic! How? You have to win the first place! Can you relax a little more and get into the top 50? ”

The "......" system was silent for a while, as if it was frightened by Wang Ling's shamelessness, "No!" ”

"I really can't draw!"

"You have the skill of painting saint, the skill of painting is a universal method, the difficulty level of this dungeon task is easy, please understand the way and method by yourself."

"yes, how did I forget I still have drawing skills!" Wang Ling slapped his head.

This time he came to Japan, he learned the lesson of his time in South Korea and asked Tae-hee to help him exchange yen. When he took a taxi to the entrance of the convention and exhibition center, he bought a ticket to enter the venue.

The venue was crowded with manga fans from all over the world.

The exhibition is divided into two exhibition halls, on one side is the famous cartoonist area, their booth is larger, divided into independent display areas, each display area has a cartoonist sitting.

These famous cartoonists use a projector to enlarge the cover of their latest work or the work they are serializing as a signboard, and then put their manga on the display table for comic book fans to read.

At some booths, there were also a lot of beautiful girls dressed in cool clothes to help, and they cosplayed into characters from the comics, standing on the side of the booth and posing various POSE to attract more people.

Another exhibition hall is the territory of new cartoonists, and their booth is very simple, not so elaborate, and it is a number of square areas made up of tables.

In the middle of the exhibition hall is the largest exhibition area, made up of hundreds of tables, each of which sits a novice manga artist, who enthusiastically recommends his books to every comic book fan who comes to see their comics, and explains their work to comic book fans. Some rookie cartoonists also have assistants to distribute small gifts to readers.

The central area is also surrounded by several small display areas, and the situation is more or less the same.

Wang Ling walked around the two exhibition halls and found that he had basically not read the cartoons on display.

In his previous life, he was also a comic book fan, and for a while he collected all kinds of comics on the Internet, and finally built a server to share his collection of comics with everyone. He hasn't read many comics, at least he's seen all the classics, but these classic comics haven't come out in this world, at least not at this comic book exhibition.

Wang Ling hurriedly took out his mobile phone and checked it on the Internet, Doraemon, Slam Dunk, Dragon Ball, Detective Conan, etc., can't be searched in this world, which means that he doesn't have to make up the plot by himself, just choose a comic.

The rules of this comic book exhibition are very simple, that is, the public will first vote with the ticket stubs in their hands, and then the top 10 with the highest votes will be ranked by the jury.

In this way, the famous manga artists have taken a big advantage, they have a certain fan base, the works exhibited are also widely known, and with the canvassing of cosplay girls, it will be difficult to win them in the first round to enter the top ten.

It is really difficult for a rookie cartoonist in the second exhibition hall to get ahead unless his work is really good-looking.

On the contrary, the second round is relatively fair, and it all depends on the strength of each person and the personal preferences of each judge.

Wang Ling approached the organizing committee and asked in English if they still had a booth. Fortunately, this time, the comic exhibition was international, and the Japanese organizing committee also arranged many volunteers who were proficient in various Chinese languages to help.

Wang Ling was received by a college student who came to Japan to study abroad and is also a comic book lover, and when he saw the news that the comic exhibition was calling for volunteers, he came to sign up.

Generally, the seats of the comic exhibition have to be booked, and it is too late to register on the spot, but since it is a task released by the system, it is impossible to register without it.

The volunteer inquired and told Wang Ling that a rookie cartoonist happened to be sick and temporarily canceled the exhibition.

The volunteer handed Wang Ling a registration form, and there was a column on the form where the name of the painter must be filled in. How do I fill it in? You can't use your real name, or you'll get into trouble. Wang Ling thought about it for a while, so he casually gave himself an English name, DarkLord, dark lord, and the meaning of undead, taking his name as a homonym.

The volunteer glanced at it, DarkLord? What a strange name! He didn't pay much attention to it, the people who came to the comic book exhibition came from all over the world, there were all kinds of strange names, and some people's names were so long that they made people collapse, in comparison, this name was quite simple and easy to remember, he never thought that after today, this name would ring in the comic book world.

After paying the registration fee and booth fee, the volunteer took Wang Ling to the vacant booth. Wang Ling saw that the location of this booth was not very good, it was in the corner of the second exhibition hall, and the booth was made up of several tables and shared by five rookie cartoonists.

Wang Ling observed these five newcomers, Yishui's obscene otaku type, and the comics drawn were also unsightly, no wonder they were arranged in such a corner.

The five rookie cartoonists are all very distinctive, three of them should be Japanese, one speaks English, I don't know which country, wears glasses, slightly fat, yellow skin and black hair, and looks like Asian, and the last one is a black man, and the cartoons he drew are the worst of the five, probably out of hobby, so he came here from the United States to participate in the comic convention.

Liao Liao, the reader of this booth, no one would go to the corner at all, and even if he came, he would leave quickly after taking a look at their cartoons.

There is a booth, and now there is a shortage of paper and pen, as a comic exhibition, of course, there will be no shortage of paper and pencils, Wang Ling bought an A4 paper, but did not buy a pen.

The show started at 8 a.m. and has now begun an hour, and many comic fans have already started voting for their favorite comics. They wrote the booth number of their favorite cartoon on the ticket stub and put it into the ballot box in the voting area. The deadline for voting is 4:30 p.m., and the organizing committee will count the votes in real time.

Time is running out, others are exhibiting finished products, but Wang Ling wants to paint, if he doesn't use some attractive small means, he can't squeeze into the top ten at all, let alone the first.

In order to prevent his skills from being taken back by the system, Wang Ling decided to fight. He took care of it again, ran to the bathroom, opened the system mall, and exchanged for a projector.

This projector is not expensive, and it has no other functions, it is a projector, the difference is, this projector does not use a screen, it uses virtual holographic projection. The projector also comes with a pen that you can write or draw with it, and what you write will appear on the holographic projection.

Wang Ling returned to his booth, set up the projector, closed his eyes, and thought about which comic he wanted to draw.

If you want to be an instant hit, you need hot-blooded comics, and slow heating can't do it.

In his previous life, he read more miscellaneous comics, Hong Kong comics, American comics, and Japanese comics. Hong Kong comics and American comics are both colored,The current conditions do not allow it,And the audience is small,The style of painting is only suitable for comic lovers in China and Europe and the United States。

And Japanese comics are different, it is not unreasonable that it can be popular all over the world, although Wang Ling does not like the country of Japanese benzene, and can even be said to be a little angry, but he has to admit that Japanese benzene people are still world-class in comics.

decided to choose Riman, but there are a lot of classic works in Riman, which makes Wang Ling, who has a slight difficulty in choosing, a little headache, and there is not much time, so he forces himself to make a choice quickly.

Tennis princes, slam dunks, and football players in the sports category...... It's not very suitable.,The characters in it are all Japanese people.,To change to a Chinese person, you have to change a lot of characters.,It's very troublesome.。

Comedy comics are not eye-catching enough, sci-fi and magical audiences are small, and detective reasoning is slow, so draw bloody battles!

Dragon Ball! These three words flashed in Wang Ling's mind, and this is it! I think that Wang Ling has read this comic back and forth dozens of times, and he never gets tired of watching it, and every time he looks at it, he will fall into the world of Dragon Ball and can't extricate himself, until he finishes the full set of comics in one go.

Wang Ling opened his eyes, the pen in his hand fell on the A4 paper, and the wonderful world of Dragon Ball quickly appeared on the holographic projection above his head.