From American Internet Celebrity to God Among Men

158: Chapter 158 Ripples of Creativity, A Director’s FeastThe tsunami triggered by the second challenge of the ”Echo Blind Box” continued to surge as a powerful wave throughout the following week.

Sarah, the architectural designer who won first place and called herself the ”Urban Wanderer,” arrived at the Malibu studio on Wednesday as promised.

Alex and Taylor honored their commitment, preparing a truly relaxing afternoon filled with inspiration.

They had no preset agenda; they simply brewed some tea, sat on the terrace facing the ocean, and listened to Sarah describe how she had transformed from an architectural drafter into a sound collector who measured the city with her footsteps and a voice recorder.

”I’ve always been fascinated by the sounds in the gaps between buildings,” Sarah said, her voice calm and filled with professional passion. ”The low rumble of ventilation shafts, the reverberations of traffic reflected by glass curtain walls, the groans of old elevator cables... they are the ’chorus’ of the city, yet few people truly listen to them.”

Alex and Taylor listened, mesmerized. Taylor even took out a notebook and quickly sketched some abstract lines, saying these were ”the shapes that appeared in my mind when I heard Sarah describe those sounds.”

Alex used [Energy Perception] to subtly adjust the natural light and background white noise in the studio, creating a comfortable energy field that made it easier for thoughts to expand and connect.

Halfway through the afternoon, Sarah hesitantly took out her voice recorder and played a sound she called the ”only natural dome in the concrete forest”—it was the reverberation of an organ inside an old church in downtown Los Angeles, mixed with the vibrations from the ground when a subway passed by in the distance, forming a strange, sacred yet secular resonance.

”That’s it!” Taylor’s eyes lit up. ”This sound itself is a complete ’spatial narrative’!”

Alex nodded as well: ”We could use it as a core motif and develop it into a multi-channel sound installation art piece. Perhaps call it ’Urban Chant’? We could put it in an art gallery, or... as the premiere exhibit for one of our offline spaces in the future.”

Sarah was too excited for words. She had never imagined that her private recordings could reach such a professional artistic level.

By the end of the afternoon, a simple memorandum of understanding for cooperation had been drafted. Sarah would participate in the project as a ”Special Sound Researcher,” with naming rights and a certain percentage of the revenue. When she left, her steps were so light she felt like she could fly.

This afternoon snippet was edited into a fifteen-minute heartwarming VLOG and released on the platform under the title ”Echo Blind Box Reward Documentary.”

There was no deliberate sentimentality, only authentic exchange, the collision of inspiration, and the glimmer of dreams coming true.

The video went viral again, with countless users commenting: ”This is the real reward!” ”Look, creativity really can change lives!” ”I’m already imagining my own afternoon after winning...”

Submissions for the third ”Echo Blind Box” challenge, ”Sound Portraits,” broke records again, with astonishingly high quality.

Users created strange yet oddly fitting ”sound images” for the strangers they were familiar with—the grumpy cafe owner, the reticent neighbor grandpa, the haughty cat at home—full of observational fun and human warmth.

The platform’s creative ecosystem was expanding rapidly in a healthy, diverse, and positively reinforced way.

Marcus reported that professional creative agencies had begun to systematically study the submission trends of the ”Echo Blind Box,” attempting to excavate emerging cultural symbols from them; several university art and media departments had even written in to ask if they could use ”Echo Blind Box” as a student practical topic or case study.

Alex readily agreed and had Marcus handle the coordination, indicating that they could provide some non-commercial guidance.

Permeating the platform’s influence into the field of education to cultivate future potential users and creators was a far-sighted move.

On Thursday, the second milestone report for the film project by Zack Snyder took place.

This time, Alex’s team brought the preliminary sound system designed for the ”Data Torrent” concept.

In the director’s private mixing studio, they didn’t play finished audio, but instead showcased an interactive ”Sound Palette” software prototype.

Icons representing different data stream characteristics (such as ”Ordered Transmission,” ”Redundant Accumulation,” ”Error Correction,” and ”Malicious Attack”) were arranged on the screen.

Alex operated the console, mixing these ”raw sound materials” on the spot.

He first raised ”Ordered Transmission” and a portion of ”Redundant Accumulation,” and the speakers emitted an efficient yet slightly dull, highly rhythmic electronic pulse stream.

Then, he slowly added a hint of ”Error Correction”—a crisp, random pattering sound similar to glass beads bouncing on a metal plate appeared, breaking the absolute regularity and bringing a touch of ”vitality.”

Finally, he abruptly pushed in a bit of ”Malicious Attack”—a sharp, discordant noise that seemed to pierce the eardrums tore through the previous sounds, creating intense conflict and tension.

”Look,” Alex stopped the operation and said to Zack and the art director, ”This isn’t a fixed soundtrack. When you are editing the ’Torrent’ scenes, you can adjust the proportions of these ’raw sound materials’ in real-time according to the rhythm and mood of the footage, just like color grading. We can provide multiple preset ’recipes’ for the final mix, but more importantly, we are giving you creative flexibility.”

Zack stared at the screen, then looked at the complex annotations regarding ”Data Torrent” on the storyboard in front of him, and slowly let out a breath: ”This is even more... clever than I imagined. It makes the sound alive, making it a part of the editing.”

He turned to Alex, his gaze burning, ”Is your team interested in moving into our editing center for a while during the post-production phase of the film? We need this kind of deep, real-time sound narrative collaboration.”

This meant upgrading from ”external consultant” to ”partner deeply embedded in the core production process.”

Alex certainly wouldn’t refuse. This was not only the highest recognition of their capabilities but also an excellent opportunity to step into the core of Hollywood’s top industrial processes.

He nodded steadily: ”It is our honor, Director. We will arrange for the core team to follow up.”

The film line had also steadily stepped onto a new level.

On Friday night, Alex was rarely free and was alone in the Malibu studio, organizing some sporadic records and insights from his recent [Energy Perception].

He tried to analogize and correlate some vague understandings of ”energy texture” with the music theory and acoustic knowledge he was familiar with, attempting to construct some private, immature ”energy aesthetics” notes.

Just as he was focused on this, [Energy Perception] suddenly captured a trace of an extremely faint, fleeting anomaly.

The feeling did not come from inside the studio or the nearby sea.

It was more distant, more blurred, like a ”signal” that had been severely attenuated and distorted, inadvertently brushing past the edge of his expanded perception field.

The frequency characteristics... had a subtle similarity to the energy residues related to the ”Spirit of the Wasteland” he had encountered, but it was more ”sharp” and ”unstable,” carrying a clear trace of ”artificial interference,” different from the ”Spirit of the Wasteland”’s tendency to ”inspire nature” or ”read remnants.”

More importantly, the ”directivity” of this faint signal seemed very clear, not naturally diffused.

Its trajectory across the perception field vaguely pointed toward... the direction of the Echo Vision headquarters in downtown Los Angeles?

Alex was immediately alert.

He closed his eyes and operated [Energy Perception] with all his might, trying to capture more traces, but the signal had already disappeared without a trace.

It was like a very distant, unnatural meteor in the night sky, leaving only a fleeting trail.

Was it accidental cosmic ray interference? Or was it some highly covert, targeted energy detection or scan that he, as an unconventional ”receiver,” happened to catch a ripple of?

Recalling the tracking hired by ”Summit Creative” and the mysterious bidder who suddenly appeared at the auction, Alex could not view this as a mere coincidence.

He pondered for a moment and sent an encrypted message to The Architect, phrasing it cautiously: ”Have you monitored any signs of unconventional, non-contact detection activities targeting ’Echo Vision’ or its associated projects recently? For example, wide-area or directional energy scans in specific frequency bands? Purely out of technical curiosity.”

Some things needed to be confirmed through more professional channels.

At the same time, he decided that he would more frequently and irregularly activate [Energy Perception] in the near future, especially near the company headquarters and the Malibu studio.

If there really were ”flies” using unconventional means to spy, he hoped to ”hear” the vibration of their wings in advance.

After dealing with this little interlude, Alex walked to the window.

The Pacific Ocean in the night was as deep as ever.

The unknown spying might exist, but he was no longer the ignorant teenager who needed to carefully hide the secret of his Rebirth.

He possessed a vast industry under the sun, had top-tier partners, possessed increasingly profound capabilities, and had trustworthy companions.

He took a deep breath of the air smelling of sea salt and suppressed that strange frequency in his heart for the time being.

Tomorrow, there were new challenges to release, new creativity waiting, and new music to be born.

He walked this path steadily and had enough confidence to welcome any wind from the light or the dark.