Chapter 28: Chapter 28: Brain Drained

He pretty much lost track of time while he brainstormed and outlined everything from scratch with a bit of help from his memories.

The story could expand even more than what he has come up with but Alexander doubts that super gods and beyond could impress people when it is just a repeat of it.

It also needs to be taken into account that his grandfather is still calling for him from downstairs. It was only now that Alexander had his creative rush out of his system and for the aftereffects to appear.

Prolonged writing does have its toll after all. Alexander felt a brain drain while his body felt stiff from sitting too long.

He could only rub his eyelids. It was a habit he developed from computer programming and would appear whenever he diverted his attention from the computer.

Fortunately, writing isn't that bad for eyesight and the rubbing of eyelids is his body's sentimental way of saying that it worked to its fullest. It could also be its explicit message of asking for a break.

Alexander's stomach was also heavily grumbling and what better way to solve that than eating dinner.

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"Afternoon, grandpa. Sorry I'm tardy." This was all that Alexander could say as he reached the dinner table and sat down on his chair. He needed to do so to downplay the fact that he has literally missed an important event of this Sunday.

Sullivan could only sigh and comment. "What are you busy with this time around? It must be so important that you had to forget lunch."

Even though his grandson has had some productive spike these past few weeks, he always takes the time to have breaks and do important stuff like eating. Sullivan could only assume that this new project is of much more importance than the ones before it.

"Just another story that is stuck in my head and needs some way of getting out." Alexander felt sorry while also explaining the reason for his angered stomach. His brain drain could also be attributed to the lack of water to hydrate his body and not just the overuse of his brainpower.

"I could tell." Sullivan could attest to his words. "I practically got inside your room and waved my hands over your face and your attention was still on those pieces of paper. I read a lot of Goku in those writing of yours."

"Yeah. He's the next main character of mine." He could only come clean and spill the beans. This incident made him think twice before doing another of such sessions.

Being absentminded seems to have no difference whatsoever from being too absorbed into work. In any of such situations, Alexander would be exposed and far too vulnerable to defend against anything.

Sullivan, on the other hand, was much warier of his grandson's newfound passion. He was still stuck on Back to the Future and had a feeling that his old bones can't keep up.

"Alex, if you're that excited that your stories are being made into movies, can you keep in mind that grandpa isn't as young and energetic as you?" This was all that the old man could plea as his plans of making movies from the boy's ideas seem to have backfired.

"All your stories can be made into movies but give grandpa some leeway, okay? I feel out of breath by just thinking about the fact that you'll make stories every other week."

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Sullivan has met a lot of screenwriters and writers of any sort but this grandson of his was at a level that no one could reach.

Who among those he knew could even hope to catch up with a weekly churning of complete and movie-viable scripts? The boy was way too talented that even he, who had no writing acumen, felt suffocated.

"I already put your situation into consideration, grandpa." Alexander assured after noticing the distress he expected just yesterday on the toy shop. "You don't have to worry about making my new stories into movies. I have other plans for them."

"Good. You had me worried there for quite a lot." Sullivan felt relieved as he assumed that the boy might have some misconceptions that movie-making is as easy as he can with making picture books.

The old Creed was also quite curious about what this young Creed had in mind.

"What are you going to do with those notes you've made then? If you're making it into a true blue and published picture book, then I could help you with that. Just keep in mind that the movie may have to wait."

Alexander suddenly remembered an interesting conversation point about his career in jet piloting and decided to use that. "Remember when you said that it was better if I was a comic artist than a military pawn?"

"I do and I still stand with that conviction. I did a check when registering for the copyright and piloting those jets isn't as cool as you think it is." Sullivan decided to caution his grandson more on that lest he has any ideas of pursuing it once again. "Your Top Gun story is just your cool take on it. Every pilot has to undergo rigorous and grueling training sessions that stuff in your Physical Education classes can't even come close to."

"I believe you on that, grandpa. I now know that piloting a jet plane is bad." Alexander could only reiterate his stance. "What I'm trying to say is the part about me possibly being a comic artist?"

"Eh... So, you are planning on turning those things into a comic book?" Sullivan was surprised at those words but he was also partly relieved.

Although comic booking isn't ideal, it was better than the boy having his career centered around the winged version of a haphazard race car.

The boy is the last of their blood and he wouldn't want that be thrown away due to a risky occupation. His film company and business plans are for the boy to not know how to spend his fortune and not on piloting lessons.

"Yep, a comic book should be fine right? I don't want to stress you into making every one of my stories into a movie." Alexander gave his case while also not being able to keep his hunger at bay, so he took a bite at their meal while awaiting his grandfather's response.

"Haha! Of course, that is not a problem with me." Sullivan gave his approval while also noting the boy's stomach situation. "We better continue this conversation later. Eat first so that your comic books could be made with someone who has the energy to make them."

Spending that passed down fortune by expanding it with a comic book publishing business isn't that bad of an idea to old Sullivan.

The old man also tuned out the fact that the Superman movies are from comic books lest he makes himself stressed again with movie adaptations.

Hence, the comic book venture was approved and would surprisingly be kickstarted into a true business with the assistance of the old Creed patriarch.