I'm not a drama god

Whoever steps onto the stage is "Chen Ling".

Chen Ling had wondered before why he turned into an audience member after being dragged off the stage the last time he released the ridicule... He once thought that this theater assimilated him with the audience, but now it seems that this is not the case.

After another "audience member" seized the stage, he became a "Chen Ling" with a different personality. He was ecstatic and cherished this opportunity very much. He even played the role of the previous "Chen Ling" and begged for mercy from his master...

If it weren't for Yao helping him return to the stage, he would probably still be a "spectator" in the audience until now.

"[Mocker] It's not just one person... but a group of 'audiences'..."

"I……"

"One of them?"

Chen Ling was like a drowning man struggling in a tsunami. He was almost drowned in confusion, but at this moment, he was gradually finding the source of his confusion...

On the pale theater stage, a twisted sacred road extended from under Chen Ling, and everything around her became blurred.

At this moment, Chen Ling was standing on the fourth step. Countless pairs of teasing scarlet eyes surrounded the two sides of the stairs. The twisted stairs led step by step to the end of the sky, where a warm star was twinkling silently.

That was what Chen Ling once thought was the direction of "home".

The destination of walking the twisted road is to go home... This is the driving force that has supported Chen Ling step by step to where she is now, but as Chen Ling deepens in confusion, everything changes.

That warm star changed visibly into a scarlet and strange pupil, like an eyeball dug out from the audience's eye socket, hanging high above the unreachable sky, looking down mockingly at Chen Ling who was crawling along the stairs like an ant.

Weird eyeball Shinto star;

Countless “spectators” on both sides of the stairs;

Every time you advance, you need to complete a "performance goal";

And there is the mysterious and twisted "Theatrical Shinto" that does not belong to any Shinto...

"In fact, I have always been curious. My so-called 'twisted Shinto' is actually just a combination of two Shintos. It can't be considered a true twist... But your Drama Shinto is really weird from beginning to end."

"Can yours really be considered 'Shinto'?"

Shen Nan's voice echoed in Chen Ling's ears again.

Chen Ling seemed to have thought of something and smiled miserably... He understood, he understood everything.

There is no such thing as "twisted drama".

There is no such thing as "Shinto skills"

From the beginning,

This is the power of [ridicule]...

……

Thousands of "audience members" have no face or appearance. They enjoy making fun of the world. They can be anyone... Every one of them who steps on the stage can become "Chen Ling"...

The first level of the Twisted Drama God Way——【Formless】.

……

Words appeared silently on the floor;

Dr. Lin's tea was replaced;

a peach disguised as a heart;

The distress letter that was tampered with on the way to the Bingdao Ancient Storage...

Whenever Chen Ling's expectations dropped, the "audience" would intervene in the performance, and their tricky and bizarre tricks would often push Chen Ling into the abyss of ridicule;

The second stage of the Distorted Drama God Way——[Scarlet Trick].

……

The faceless king who plays tricks on fate.

The fate of being manipulated like a puppet, the prerequisite for promotion is to complete the "performance". Thinking carefully, the conditions of a performance seem to coincide with what Chen Ling has experienced...

It was as if there was a big hand in the dark, pushing Chen Ling towards the plot that the "audience" was most looking forward to.

The third level of the Twisted Drama God Way - [Fate Weaving].

……

Falsify reality and deny everything.

The disaster field of the world-destroying disaster [Mockery], under those playful eyes, all the established realities that are not in line with its wishes will be directly overturned. It is also with this ability that it beats the disaster and kicks Jian Changsheng who is possessed by Bai Qi...

The fourth level of the Distorted Drama God Realm——[Card].

Chen Ling realized that all the skills she possesses today have emerged in the process of the audience's involvement in reality.

From the beginning, he was not acquiring skills from Shinto...

Instead, he is gradually controlling the power of [Mockery].

……

"Brother, you have to live..."

"What is the end of Xishendao? Can you go and see it for me?"

The familiar voice echoed in Chen Ling's ears again, and he seemed to be awakened suddenly. Around him was the howling wind and snow, and the figure of the young man he would never forget.

The boy's robe fluttered in the wind. He looked at Chen Ling, holding the thirty-six pieces of the Xishendao in his hands, his eyes filled with tears...

Ah Yan...

Chen Ling's body began to tremble.

He seemed to realize something and slowly looked behind him... A sacred road descended from the sky and connected to the half sacred road paved by Chen Yan...

"No...no..."

Chen Ling's eyes were red, he pulled hard at the void, and a false curtain suddenly fell!

At some point, the half of the Xishen Road hanging from the sky had become hideous and twisted, emitting a scarlet strange aura, as if it was filled with despair and ominousness.

Chen Yan's thirty-six pieces of Xishen Dao fragments did indeed pave half of Xishen Dao for him... but the other half that was attracted was not Xishen Dao at all, but...

"how so……"

Seeing the half-twisted Shinto connected to the Drama Shinto he had laid out, Chen Yan stood in place with deep fear in his eyes.

"That's not Xishendao...Brother! Wait a minute! Something's not right..."

"Chen Ling!! Stop now! You can't go that road!" Chu Muyun's voice came at an extremely fast speed. He was like a stream of light, trying desperately to stop Chen Ling.

"Brother!! That's not Xishen Road! You can't go there!"

All the sounds intertwined in Chen Ling's ears.

He acted as if he didn't hear it.

A series of scarlet eyes appeared behind him, watching Chen Ling with a playful and excited look, as if they had bewitched something with a magic trick, leaving only a voice in his ears...

"If you follow this path, the world will belong to your brother."

then,

Chen Ling took a slow step and stepped onto it.

……

Everything around him was in pieces. Chen Ling, wearing a bright red opera robe, knelt helplessly on the fourth step of the twisted opera path, like a drained, withered corpse.

"Shinto is also fake..."

"All my efforts...are gradually becoming a disaster..."

"No wonder there is so much confusion in my heart..."

Chen Ling forced out a smile of self-mockery and despair. The hem of his bright red robe trembled with his miserable laughter, looking eerie and spooky on the twisted path.

He had already figured out most of the confusion churning in his mind, but there was still a part that remained mysterious under his feet.

"If I was a member of the 'audience' from the beginning... then where did 'Chen Ling' come from?"

"Who sealed my confusion..."

“Who made me who I am?”

"I'm almost there... the final answer..."

Chen Ling slowly stretched out his hand and reached into the deepest confusion.