The Emperor of Hollywood

Vol 1 - Ch 1: The Entertainment System

I was currently sitting on my bed, wondering about my current situation.

What situation, you may ask?

Well, It was the dream of anyone who has read novels or fanfictions on the internet.

If you didn't get it, I'm talking about Reincarnation or Isekai. Though, neither are correct terms for what happened to me. I had a different body and a different name, but I only got here a month ago, and body I currently inhabited was already twenty one years old.

Which means I was transmigrated.

I was back in time to 2007. That means I went 16 years back in time. Everything about this world was the same as mine, including politically, historically and technologically. Everything except for one thing-

The Entertainment industry.

None of the movies, books, animation, shows, songs or games existed here. Not even studios, actors, directors or celebrities.

... Okay, I'm not sure about the actors, directors and celebrities part, but the studios didn't exist. So there is that, I guess.

Anyways, moving on to the more serious stuff.

I've been wondering: was this world specifically made for people who were part of the entertainment industry back in my world so that they could introduc art from my world here? Maybe this was an experiment the Gods were conducting or something.

Or maybe I'm over thinking about this world being created just for that. That idea seems like a waste of time even for the immortal gods.

Maybe this is a parallel universe? I mean, some deviations are bound to happen, right?

But why was I here? I just graduated from a Film school! I don't have any real experience! What was I supposed to do?!

"Haaah. This is so confusing!" I gloated about my problems as I threw my head backwards, now looking at the ceiling.

I wanted to make movies from my world, but that was a very tall order. I can't remember every scene, or dialog. Plus, I didn't have experience as an actual director. So, how would I make them?

That question was eating me from the inside. I wouldn't have paid it much attention if I had something to do, but BECAUSE I don't have anything to pass the time, all I can do is think about my situation.

Thinking about my circumstance always makes me question one thing.

How did I even get here?

I don't remember it correctly, but I'm pretty sure I died due to a car crash with my father. He was taking me home after the graduation.

The last things I remembered was a Semi-Truck hurling towards our car at great speed on the freeway and crashing into us. And then I found myself lying on this bed, a month ago.

"Sigh."

Oh right, I haven't introduced myself yet.

My name is Oliver Christopher Knight, or well, the owner of this body is named as such. Anyways, Oliver originally from the UK. And as I said before, this body is twenty one years old.

And about my family? My father in this world died due to a heart attack last month. Quite tragic.

Wanna know about my mother,  too? She was dead aswell. When I was 8, infact. The only living relative was "my" grandmother, and some other distant relatives.

And what did my father leave for me? Well, about $70K. Which is a lot, but for California, it's not much. It still helped me get by in the first month, though. So, thank you, Father.