I'm not a drama god

A pair of empty eyes slowly opened in the darkness.

Chen Ling lay flat on the floor of the theater, his red robe spread out like a blooming flower. He digested all the confusion in his mind and slowly got up, stiff and powerless, like a zombie...

He looked around and saw pairs of teasing scarlet eyes staring at him in the darkness of the audience, just as usual.

Under the pale light, the messy black hair cast a shadow on his face, and he smiled miserably...

Chen Ling never existed.

From the very beginning, he was a part of [Mockery], an ordinary "audience"... His personality, his memories, everything he thought he was, were just "characters" created by the Red King.

The Red King gave him self-awareness, which successfully triggered internal strife in the Chaos Disaster. As long as he stood on the stage, the personality of "Chen Ling" would control the entire Chaos Disaster, turning it from a world-destroying creature that no one could defeat into a living human being...

"Turning 'world destroyer' into 'human'; turning the natural enemy of Xishendao into his own disciple..."

"Master... Master... or, Red King..."

"What an ingenious layout."

Chen Ling's cracked lips curled up slightly. He looked at everything on the stage, laughing and crying, like a madman.

How should he view the Red King?

Is it the "father" who gives him self-awareness and saves him from the audience's suffering... or is it the invisible hand that treats him as a pawn, controlling his fate?

Chen Ling didn’t know…he really didn’t know.

The time he spent at Xidao Ancient Tibetan Temple was the one he cherished most. In this era, only that place gave him a sense of security.

His fellow apprentices taught him the secrets of drama, and his master taught him [Painting Red Face], which allowed him to maintain himself under the impact of ridicule... Chen Ling was very grateful to Hong Wang. Even though he was not Chen Yan's apprentice at that time, in his heart, he had truly recognized Hong Wang as his master, a true master.

But now he found that there seemed to be another explanation for all that the Red King did...

He let Chen Yan worship him as his master and bound himself to Xidao Guzang in advance; he let himself go to Xidao Guzang when he was confused and taught him [Hui Zhuyan]. It was nothing more than wanting to let himself, who had the personality to control the disaster, gain greater advantages so that he could always be under his control.

Is he a disciple or a chess piece? Chen Ling can no longer tell the difference...

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Anyway, everything about him is fake, he is fake, his family is fake, his past is fake, Shinto is fake... Does it matter whether the Red King's attitude towards him is real or fake?

After all, he is just a fiction.

squeak - squeak -

Chen Ling stepped on the stage floor step by step, and the slight creaking sound was extremely clear in the dead silence.

His bright red robe swayed under the spotlight. He walked slowly to the edge of the stage like a soulless puppet… The inky darkness was like an abyss, shrouding him all around. Pairs of expectant scarlet eyes stared at him like a wriggling wave.

As long as Chen Ling takes another step forward, she will leave the stage and fall into the abyss...

After the "Chen Ling" personality voluntarily gives up the stage, all the other "audiences" will rush onto the stage desperately, and the true power of [ridicule] will be released.

In one minute, the Silver King will be dead without a burial place;

Within three minutes, the Wuji Realm will become a life-forbidden zone;

The scarlet master of the Ghostly Abyss will descend upon the human world, and all remaining human realms will be shrouded in the shadow of death. Even other disaster areas in the Gray Realm will tremble...

This is not a fantasy, this is a future that will actually happen. Chen Ling is very clear that without the imprisonment of Chao Zai, she is fully capable of doing this.

It is the king of 'world destruction' and the absolute strongest in both worlds.

It is no exaggeration to say that the fate of mankind depends on Chen Ling's thoughts at this moment...

But again, this time he will never be able to return to the stage, and everything belonging to "Chen Ling" will be lost forever. He will forget everything and become one of the countless "audiences" again.

This time, not even the Red King could save him.

“…Destroy it.”

Chen Ling closed his eyes tiredly, like a wanderer trekking alone in the desert forbidden area. Despair emanated from his soul and body. Life and death were no longer important to him.

He is too tired.

The sleeves of the bright red costume spread out under the spotlight. Just as Chen Ling was about to take a step forward, a hurried voice rang in his ears:

"and many more!"

That is the voice of heaven.

Chen Ling subconsciously stopped his action... He almost forgot that there was still a soul in his mind.

"If you jump down now, there's no turning back." Yao's voice was extremely serious.

“Whether your past was true or false, after becoming ‘Chen Ling’, everything you experienced was real, wasn’t it?

Zhao Yi, Han Meng, Xiao Jian, Wen Shilin, Aurora Jun, Huang Suyue, Liu Qingyan, Sun Bumian, Jiang Xiaohua, Chu Muyun, Bai Ye... In their eyes, you are Chen Ling, the flesh-and-blood Chen Ling!

Your existence is not meaningless...

The created actors can also have their own lives. "

Familiar faces flashed through Chen Ling's mind one after another, and in those empty eyes, a very faint glimmer of vitality called "hope" emerged.

He lowered his head, stood at the edge of the stage for a long time, and spoke hoarsely:

"……no the same."

"What's the difference?"

"I am 'Destroyer', and they are humans." Chen Ling paused for a moment, "From the beginning, we were opposites... The me they had contact with was not me."

In everyone's eyes, Chen Ling is just Chen Ling, but now Chen Ling knows very well... he is the disaster.

Humans and the destruction of the world have always been mortal enemies. When they knew that they were the disaster itself, everything might be different. Chen Ling's past, in which he had given true feelings, had all become false. He did not want to experience being deserted by his friends and family again.

"So what if you are 'World Destroyer'? Will you kill them?"

"I……"

Chen Ling looked at the densely packed scarlet eyes in front of him, those eyes full of pure malice and ridicule, he slowly shook his head, "I don't know..."

"I think you need to give yourself a chance... and give the world a chance." Yao said patiently.

"Maybe everything is not as bad as you think."

Chen Ling was silent.

He stood at the edge of the stage, a gleam of light flickering in his gray eyes, like a desperate man about to drown, constantly searching for a vine that he could grab...

He was looking for a reason... a reason that would allow Chen Ling to survive even if it was a fictional one.

Chen Ling did not find any reason for his random fantasies, but Yao's words gave him a glimmer of hope. Perhaps everything was not as bad as he thought...

I do not know how long it has been,

Chen Ling slowly took half a step back.