I'm not a drama god

The edge of the Wuji realm.

A bloodstained figure was stumbling slowly towards the outside of the city...

The elegant British coat was already in tatters, and the snow-white lining was stained blood. The Silver King's head was twisted and deformed by the slap, and his original appearance was almost unrecognizable. He looked disheveled and ugly.

"Chao Zai... Chen Ling...Chao Zai..."

The Silver King repeatedly muttered these words, moving forward slowly as if in a trance. His consciousness was already blurred, and he even forgot to use the "stealing method" to move away...

Only the instinct of fear engraved deep in his heart was still driving his legs to move out of the city.

He didn't notice.

A young man in a red robe was following him silently.

"Chen Ling...Chen Ling..."

The Silver King's whispers were drowned by the wind, and the memories engraved deep in his heart seemed to be pulled by some force, pouring out continuously.

……

"Look, this boy looks different from us... Why are his eyes this color? His nose is so high!"

"His hair is curly and looks like seaweed, so disgusting..."

"Don't you know? Li Reid's mother is from a Western country, as described in the textbooks!"

"Li Lai De, does your mother really only eat bread and raw meat? I heard that Western women get fat and swollen like pigs when they get old. Will your mother collapse the bed when she sleeps?"

"Maybe Li Reid will also turn into a big pig head in the future, hahahaha..."

"I heard that many Westerners died during the Great Cataclysm, and the rest of them became our slaves in the Wuji Realm!"

"Did you hear that, Li Reid? From now on at school, you have to call us master! Otherwise, we will throw you and your mother out of the realm! Hahahaha..."

"..."

The Silver King took staggering steps and slowly moved forward. The memories drawn out from his mind gradually evolved into actual scenes...

In the school corridor, blurry figures of children crowded behind him, pointing at his back and laughing.

“Damn it…Damn it!!” The Silver King was in a daze, his chest heaving violently.

"I'm not a slave! My mother isn't a slave either!! Don't try to bully me!! Get out!! Get out!!!"

The Silver King waved his hands wildly, as if he wanted to tear the children around him into pieces, but the scene changed and he was kicked to the ground by someone, with muddy feet trampling on him.

"It's him!! He stole the class funds!"

"Yes, it was him! I saw him sneaking to the class monitor's seat after class that day and took away a lot of money!"

"Five hundred... No! Six hundred!! He stole six hundred!"

"He is the son of a slave, a bastard with Western blood. Only he can do such a sneaky thing! Teacher, please give us a little more time. We will make him spit out the stolen money!!"

"..."

The young man, whose figure overlapped with the Silver King, stared at the blurry people around him, with deep hatred and unwillingness emerging in his eyes...

"...They all say I'm a thief... Then I'll steal in front of them."

That night, the young man stood in front of four bloody corpses, holding a dagger in his hand, and chopped off their black eyes, delicate noses, black hair, and yellow skin one after another in anger.

The incomplete facial features, skin, and hair were crookedly glued to a piece of cardboard, pieced together into an extremely weird Asian yellow face. The boy tied the cardboard to his face and trampled on the lifeless corpse with his feet.

"Now I have the same face as you! How is it?! Are you satisfied?"

"Your faces and identities have become mine! I am the master now!!"

"No one can bully me..."

"I, Lee Ryder, will always be the 'Master'!!"

The young man in a red costume stood quietly under a tree in the distance, watching this "carnival" belonging to Li Reid... The Shinto star of the Thief Shinto lit up in the sky, and the Silver King stepped on the stairs, walking towards the future step by step.

He witnessed the birth of a genius of the Way of Thieves. He watched the Silver King grow from a thief hiding from place to place to a well-known strong man of the Way of Thieves. With his extreme egoism and almost unscrupulous means, he became notorious in various realms.

These fragments of the past floated out of the mind of the Silver King as he staggered forward, like invisible ribbons, interweaving in the hands of the Red King and gathering into a thick stack of paper pages.

——"A Brief Biography of Li Reid".

The Silver King suddenly bumped into something, and a hint of clarity finally appeared in his muddled eyes.

Seeing the red robe and the young boy's tender face clearly, the Silver King was stunned for a moment and spoke with a grim look:

"what did you do to me?"

"I just collected your 'story'." The Red King replied calmly, "This is your last value in this world..."

There seemed to be no emotion in the Red King's eyes. He looked at the Silver King as if he was looking at a dead person...

The shadow of death enveloped the Silver King for who knows how many times. His consciousness, which was already on the verge of collapse, seemed to be completely out of control. It was as if he had returned to the night when he set foot on the Road of Thieves, and he laughed wildly:

"The disaster can't kill me... and you can't kill me either!! No one can kill me!!"

"I am the Silver King, I will be the master of this world!!!"

puff--!

The Red King's palm directly penetrated the Silver King's chest. Scarlet blood spread and dripped from his fair and tender hand, quickly forming a pool of blood.

The Silver King's voice suddenly stopped. He stared blankly at the arm that had penetrated his body, his head twisted and grimacing in pain.

"Becoming the master of this world?" The Red King said calmly, "You are still a long way off."

The Red King suddenly pulled out his arm, and the broken organ fragments splattered all over the ground, staining his robe with blood. The Silver King's vitality was completely gone, and his whole body seemed to be hollowed out, and he collapsed straight to the ground.

The Red King took out a handkerchief from his bosom, calmly wiped the blood off his hands, and then walked forward without looking back.

"Ten of diamonds."

The Red King's voice echoed through the streets, "To Lee Ryder, collect the body."

Several coffin boards rose from the ground, directly wrapping the body of the Silver King. The figure of Cube 10 walked out from the corner, holding a heavy coffin lid, and covered it up little by little...

As the coffin lid moved, the dim sunlight gradually disappeared above the body of the Silver King in the coffin, as if gradually falling into an endless abyss.

thump—

The coffin was sealed tightly.