I'm not a drama god

The infinite realm.

The screams of Luan Mei and the other two echoed in the howling cold wind. Ning Ruyu's blood gradually dyed the ground blood-red. Under the big red paper umbrella, Chao casually withdrew his gaze.

Ning Ruyu's sacrifice did buy a lot of time for the people in the "bridge". Many people have left the disaster area and come to the safe zone in the gray world.

But at this time, civilians still accounted for the majority on the bridge.

The "figure" looked at the golden chain in the sky from afar, raised his hand again, and grabbed into the void...

Of the nine eighth-rank beings present, five have died, and four are seriously injured and on the verge of death... Looking at the entire realm, no one can stop the tragedy in the slightest.

"It's over..." Sun Bumian's bitter voice came from the side, "What the agent said is right, we will all die here..."

Jian Changsheng clenched his teeth. For some reason, looking at the "figure" holding the red paper umbrella, his heartbeat quickened, as if something was about to burst out of his chest.

Jian Changsheng knew that those hundreds of thousands of people would most likely not survive, so he simply closed his eyes and waited for despair to come.

however,

At the moment when the "figure" reached out to nothingness, everything around it suddenly froze.

In the dead silence, Jian Changsheng felt something strange... He opened his eyes blankly, and saw that everything in front of him was folded like paper.

Ning Ruyu's body, Luan Mei and the other two, even Sun Bumian, Jiang Xiaohua, Hong Xiu... Everything within sight, like a three-dimensional children's picture album, quickly folded and gathered behind Jian Changsheng, and finally turned into a blank disc, floating quietly in the hands of a young man in opera robes.

Jian Changsheng stood in the empty void, stunned for a long while before coming to his senses. He spoke in surprise:

"Senior Red King?!"

The familiar young face in front of him was no different from a savior in Jian Changsheng's eyes. If there was anyone who could possibly save them now, it would only be the Red King of the Dusk Society who had never appeared yet... After all, after coming out of the Red Dust Realm, he had been suppressing Chao Zai and had rescued Chen Ling.

But the next moment, Jian Changsheng was slightly stunned.

Compared with the Red King in his memory, the Red King in front of him looked much more haggard, and his bloodshot eyes revealed deep fatigue and complexity. Under his youthful appearance, he seemed to be carrying a vicissitudes of life soul.

"The Disaster is here. I can't keep this 'save' for too long." The Red King spoke calmly and went straight to the point.

"Spade 6 Jian Changsheng, do you... want to save Chen Ling?"

"I think so, but..."

Jian Changsheng came back to his senses, with a bitter look on his face, "But I am only a fourth-level person, not even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth... I can only rely on you to save him."

"I can't save him this time." The Red King shook his head.

"The ridicule disaster is divided into two states. One is the 'stable state' where a certain consciousness is dominant, and the other is the 'disordered state' where all consciousnesses are in chaos at the same time... The 'ridicule' we are experiencing in the Gray Realm is the stable state.

In a stable state, I can find an opportunity to use the tablet to restrain his actions, but in a disordered state, the tablet cannot trap him... unless a certain consciousness inside of him takes the lead again."

"Then...then how can we let Chen Ling's consciousness take the lead?"

"He can only rely on himself for this." The Red King said calmly, "Only if he takes that step himself, there will be a glimmer of hope that he can completely control Chaos in the future... If he can't do it, 'Chen Ling' is doomed to fail... This era is also doomed to fail."

Jian Changsheng didn't understand what the Red King meant, so he just asked cautiously:

"So...what would happen if he didn't take that step?"

The Red King was silent for a moment. He glanced at the dead body of Ning Ruyu, the dying Luan Mei and others, and the Chao Zai that exuded a strange aura... and spoke slowly:

"Then I will immediately kill all the remaining Nine Lords, reverse the times, and restart the world."

The Red King's tone was indifferent and calm, as if this was not a difficult task for him, but when it fell into Jian Changsheng's ears, he was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

Jian Changsheng could feel that the Red King was serious...

"Then what did you mean when you asked me to come and save Chen Ling?" Jian Changsheng asked back.

"If Chen Ling wants to take that step, he must face the backlash from other consciousnesses. During this period, if someone can distract Chao's attention, his success rate will increase a lot." The Red King paused for a moment.

"But I am the God of Play. Without using the tablet, my abilities are almost completely ineffective against taunts..."

"You don't want me to come, do you?" Jian Changsheng's eyes widened, "How could I..."

"The only one who can possibly restrain Chao now is you."

The Red King looked at Jian Changsheng with an unprecedented solemnity, "Jian Changsheng, the power in your body is far more powerful than you think..."

"The power within me?"

Jian Changsheng was a little confused. Every time Chen Ling lost control, there seemed to be some reaction in his body, but he didn't know what exactly happened.

"You carry the soul of a former demigod of the God of War within you." The Red King paused for a moment, "But now, his power is probably only at the seventh level. It is almost impossible to use this to contain the ridicule disaster."

Jian Changsheng was obviously shocked when he heard the first half of the sentence. After all, having a second soul hidden in his body sounded a bit scary. He himself hadn't noticed this at all...

"That……"

“His power is not enough to contain the taunting disaster, but there is something in you that has been suppressing the demigod’s murderous aura for some time, like a reservoir, storing it and isolating it from the outside world.

If you release all the murderous energy stored there, you will be able to gain the power of a demigod in a short period of time and contain the disaster.

Therefore, it is not the soul in your body that can help Chen Ling...

It’s you, Jian Changsheng.”

Jian Changsheng was stunned.

He seemed to realize something and looked down at his neck...

There, a silver pendant shaped like a knife handle was hanging quietly.

"It's it..."

This pendant was made by Chen Ling and Sun Bumian using a star-shaped throne. It stores a large amount of human luck... It is precisely because of its existence that Jian Changsheng's bad luck is suppressed. Although he does not have good luck, he is at least close to the level of ordinary people.

It was also the first time that Jian Changsheng knew that his bad luck was caused by the murderous aura of the demigod. This pendant could help him isolate the murderous aura of the demigod in his body, thus temporarily shielding him from the bad luck...

"What should I do to release the murderous aura?"

"Destroy it."

The Red King spoke slowly, "If you destroy the container, all the murderous aura accumulated inside will be released instantly, but the bad luck that was once isolated will also return like a tide... In other words, your life will become bumpy again.

I won't force you to make any decision. It's up to you to choose whether to save or not."

Jian Changsheng clenched the pendant in his hand, lowered his head and fell into silence.