I'm not a drama god

Confused memories washed over Chen Ling's mind.

That was his sealed memory, and also his earliest memory… In a trance, he heard dull sounds coming from in front of him, as if someone was knocked to the ground by a heavy blow.

Chen Ling couldn't see the scene clearly, or maybe this memory was just blurry.

He seemed to be on a chaotic stage. Crowds of "audience members" like him were madly climbing up here, but were knocked down and kicked off by him.

At this time, the theater stage did not seem to be activated, and there were no rules or restrictions. A large number of "audience members" crowded around the stage, fighting and trampling on each other, as if they were fighting over something.

But after Chen Ling's desperate fight, an area around him had been cleared. He seemed special among the many "audiences". Every move he made was filled with a strong murderous aura...

Perhaps, it had something to do with a fragment of Bingshendao's Dao foundation that was stuffed into his chest.

When he kicked the last audience member off the stage, the dark Chen Ling seemed exhausted. He stood on the stage in a mess, with his arms open, his playful scarlet eyes full of excitement!

At this moment, a figure in a theatrical robe appeared in front of him out of nowhere.

Because Chen Ling's memory was too vague at this time, he could not see the man's appearance clearly, but as his voice rang out, Chen Ling's heart trembled slightly.

"The Fourth Generation is right... The only weakness of the [Mockery] Disaster is internal strife." The figure suddenly coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood, and the hideous wounds on his body were shocking, but at this moment, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

"This time... maybe it will work."

Master? ? ?

The figure took out a thin book from his arms. Perhaps because of the serious injury, the cover of the book was also stained with blood, but only a line of large black characters was clearly visible:

——[Brief biography of Chen Ling].

Before Chen Ling could react, the man stuffed the scroll directly into Chen Ling's head!

The next moment, the power of Xishendao exploded, and under the power of a certain skill, the scroll actually decomposed into some kind of empty concepts, which madly poured into Chen Ling's mind!

Chen Ling's memory seemed to be impacted, and her consciousness began to blur. She slowly fell backwards...

At the same time, that person's voice sounded in his ears again:

"I have spent hundreds of years preparing for this role, and now I am handing it over to you..."

"From now on, you are no longer 'Chou', nor are you the 'audience' in the audience... You are 'Chen Ling'."

……

Hua Hua Hua——

The heavy rain drenched the night and made the soil of Luanzanggang extremely muddy.

Chen Ling's memory resurfaced. He slowly opened his eyes again, only to find that he was floating in the air... or rather, being held in someone's hand.

He has turned into something like a ball of light, with four tablets turned into paper shackles wrapped around him, like some kind of seal, imprisoning him.

Chen Ling had seen these four tablets. At that time, the master used these four things to lock up the "Chao Zai" who replaced him, temporarily sealing all its powers...

The four tablets all had the same four names written on them:

——[Unnamed actor].

Was he sealed by the master?

Just as this thought came to Chen Ling's mind, a familiar voice sounded again:

"Have you considered?"

"After taking on his 'role', everything about the two of you will be exchanged so far, including identities, backgrounds, and interpersonal relationships... You will completely become him, allowing him to complete his resurrection in another sense... and accordingly , you yourself will cease to exist."

"you……"

“Do you really want to become ‘Chen Ling’?”

Chen Ling's heart trembled, as if he had thought of something, and he looked forward!

Chen Ling was very familiar with this conversation... Last time in the Aurora Realm, Chen Ling had used the Soul Shattering Technique to search for evidence on himself and had seen this memory... No, strictly speaking, he had only "heard" it last time. (Chapter 214)

Perhaps this memory was hidden too deeply in the confusion, and even when he was searching for evidence with his soul broken, he only heard a voice at the time... But this time, Chen Ling not only heard it, he could even see the scene in front of him.

The rain watered the mass graves,

A pit had been dug, and Chen Yan, wearing a muddy costume, was standing in the rain with his head lowered.

Another earth pit next to him had also been dug up, but between the black bags, a corpse had lost all life, exposed to the rain, cold and pale.

"Ayan..." Chen Ling was shocked.

The last time he heard this conversation, Chen Ling subconsciously thought that he was the "Chen Yan" who responded, but now Chen Ling realized that in this scene, he was neither the dead Chen Ling from District 3, nor the Chen Yan who was saved by his master...

He is the "chaotic" disaster sealed by his master. He is another existence independent of Chen Ling and Chen Yan.

Chen Yan looked at his dead brother, his expression painful and numb, as if he had lost everything.

After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to have made up his mind and nodded slightly:

"……Um."

"Since you have made up your mind, I will not persuade you any more... However, this domain is limited to the seven major regions. Outside of the seven major regions, things that have already happened cannot be tampered with. Do you understand?"

"clear."

The master slowly raised his hand and slowly placed the other scroll in his left hand on the sealed Chen Ling.

At that moment, Chen Ling also saw the name of the scroll clearly:

【Biography of Chen Ling from District 3】

When this "role" was also integrated, a domain opened up beside the master, and the master flicked his finger and injected the sealed Chen Ling into Chen Yan's body...

Then, the master raised his hand and lightly placed a piece of skin that seemed to have no thickness on Chen Yan's face. The moment the skin touched Chen Yan's face, his body visibly grew taller, as if he had completely turned into another person.

After doing all this, the master took off his red costume and gently put it on him.

"If one day you start to feel confused about yourself, come find me as a teacher..."

"We are waiting for you at Xidao Guzang."

"it is good."

The figure turned around and was about to leave. As if he thought of something, he suddenly stopped again... He slowly turned around and sounded in a low and cold voice:

"However, if the last one comes is "mockery"... I will kill you with my own hands. "

……

Boom——

Pale lightning flashed through the ink clouds,

The rain fell wildly, and the wrathful thunderstorm poured on the muddy ground. In the reflection of the ripples in the puddles, a vermilion figure was broken into pieces.

"Stop the quarrel... stop the quarrel!"

"Shut up, everyone!"

"I'm going to remember it soon...I'm going to remember it soon..."

"I have a name...a name of my own!"

The young man's wet black hair hung down to his brows, and his sluggish eyes were full of confusion. He moved forward with difficulty, holding his head with both hands, as if he was struggling to remember something.

His roar echoed in the deserted streets, and before it spread too far, it was drowned in the endless rain.

In the darkness, his body tripped over a raised stone and fell heavily to the ground!

A trickle of scarlet blood rolled down from the boy's forehead and melted in the flowing rain. He fell to the ground in a daze, and vaguely seemed to have something emerging from the depths of his mind.

He remembered...

He has a name of his own... He has a past of his own... He does not belong to this era, he should not exist here... He is a time traveler.

His name is...

"Chen Ling..."