Entertainment: Starting as a Succubus, Taking Hollywood by Storm Chapter 466 - 467: One Day as God

Jim Carrey looked at Martin, feeling a wave of emotion.

A simple mont of arrogance had caused him so much trouble.

Yes, back when he rejected Bruce Almighty, claiming he didn't want to do "another cody," it had just been an excuse to raise his asking price.

He and director Tom Shadyac had already secretly agreed on this tactic.

But to his surprise, Jennifer Aniston had brought in Martin instead—who then forcefully removed Tom Shadyac from the project.

What followed was a full-on dia battle, which eventually ended with Jim and Tom publicly apologizing.

Now, as Martin's influence in the energy sector continued to rise, Jim felt more and more uneasy.

Why the hell did I let my emotions get the best of and piss off this guy?

So after much deliberation, he had co to the premiere—not only to personally make peace with Martin but also to gauge his attitude.

And so far...

There didn't seem to be anything wrong!

To Martin, Jim Carrey was nothing more than a tiny, insignificant figure now.

Why would an elephant hold a grudge against an ant?

—

After a bit of small talk, Jim finally relaxed.

He grinned and said, "Martin, if you ever need anything, just say the word."

Martin chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind."

Once Jim left, Leonardo DiCaprio—who had been lurking nearby—sighed.

"Man, you've really beco one of those untouchable figures," Leo said.

"That guy was definitely here to make ands. I could see how nervous he was.

Even a superstar like Jim Carrey is willing to bow his head just because you might be unhappy with him.

You should be running for president, not just acting."

Martin put on a thoughtful expression. "Hmm... I'll consider it."

"Uh, dude—I was joking." Leo's eyes widened in panic.

"President? Pfft, why not?" Martin shrugged.

"Haven't you heard? That bodybuilder (Schwarzenegger) is running for governor.

And I think he'll win."

"You actually believe that?"

"Of course!

At the very least, he won't be worse than Davis, that idiot."

Martin scoffed, completely unconcerned about openly trashing the sitting governor.

At this point, in California, insulting Davis was practically politically correct.

That guy had completely wrecked the state's finances.

"But... an actor as governor?" Leo frowned.

"So what? It's not unprecedented.

Actors have beco presidents before. Reagan did pretty well, didn't he?"

—

As the lights dimd, the movie began.

—

Buffalo, New York.

Bruce Nolan was a TV news reporter.

Though well into his 30s, he was still a ss—clumsy, unkempt, and constantly complaining about everything.

Fortunately, he was handso, charming, and incredibly talented.

His show was hilarious, winning over countless viewers—including his girlfriend, Grace.

Grace adored Bruce.

She desperately wanted him to marry her.

But even after years of living together, Bruce never showed any interest in marriage.

Even worse—he was a chronic complainer.

No matter what happened, he always found sothing to bla.

And the biggest scapegoat of all?

God.

—

Bruce's day was absolute hell.

It was just one unlucky thing after another—

Getting tangled in his bedsheets, Choking on his awful breakfast, His dog peeing on the couch, Getting punched for no reason, Stepping into a filthy puddle...

The entire sequence was a cody goldmine, and the theater was filled with laughter.

(Though, to the film critics lurking among the audience, it was just "low-brow humor.")

—

And then...

He finally got to work.

But the news was depressing—

African refugees struggling to survive, Economic crises in developed nations, Terrorists releasing deadly gas...

It was too much.

Bruce snapped.

He scread at the sky, blaming God for everything.

And that's when...

God decided he had enough.

He gave Bruce divine powers for a day—so he could see for himself how hard it was to run the world.

—

And that's when the real fun began.

A re mortal with God's power... what could possibly go wrong?

—

Bruce went wild.

He pulled the moon closer to impress his girlfriend. He caused a teor strike just to land an exclusive news story. He parted a bowl of soup like Moses.

It was hilarious.

For the audience, it felt like watching a wish-fulfillnt fantasy novel—pure, unfiltered satisfaction.

—

Finally, Bruce achieved his dream.

He beca a top news anchor.

His life seed perfect.

But God's job?

He was absolutely terrible at it.