I'm not a drama god

The master's sudden attack made Jian Changsheng stunned, and then he stepped back suddenly!

But he changed his mind and felt that something was not right... This "Chen Ling" was still wearing white paper shackles and his powers were sealed, so how could he put up a fight?

The master just flicked his sleeves, and the CD turned into endless light and shadow, swallowing "Chen Ling" in it like a tide, but did not cause any harm to him. The man in the bright red robe staggered among the waves of light and shadow, with an extremely ferocious expression!

"You old thing! You are cheating! Kill me if you have the guts!!"

“Come on! Even if my power is locked and I stand here for you to kill me, can you kill me?!”

"I don't need to kill you." The master said calmly, "I just need to wake up the other person... the person who should be standing on the stage."

"Chen Ling" opened his eyes wide. The surrounding light and shadow tide contained all kinds of images... It was like a compressed movie, playing at an accelerated speed in front of his eyes.

It was an invitation signed by [Anonymous Actor]; it was a performance of "Carrying a Sledge" in the wilderness of the mortal world; it was the shocked expression on his face as he walked through countless movie discs; it was the first time he opened the door and saw the starry sky, the grassland, and the scene of the house with colorful flags...

Everything that Chen Ling experienced in the Xidao Ancient Collection was recorded in this disc and now reappeared before his eyes. Senior brother Ning Ruyu, second senior sister Luan Mei, third senior brother Wen Renyou, senior brother West Mojiao, and fifth senior brother Choujiao, familiar figures passed by his eyes, as if he was trying to retrieve those dusty memories.

"Hahaha, you're dreaming!!"

Seeing these scenes, "Chen Ling" naturally guessed what the master wanted to do, and immediately sneered, "He has already fallen off the stage. Now, I am the protagonist of this stage! He will not be awakened by these things of yours. Even if he wakes up, he is just an 'audience'!

He is like all the other 'audience members', unable to get over the western wall between the auditorium and the stage. He has no chance of influencing me at all! And he is even less likely to return to the stage!"

The master's brows slightly raised, and he spoke slowly:

"……Yeah?"

……

theater.

[Audience Expectation Value-1]

[Current expected value: 20%]

The familiar scene flashed on the stage again, like a large-scale recap, which immediately made many "audiences" lose interest and their expectations dropped to freezing point.

But in the dark auditorium, there was a pair of eyes that stood out from the rest of the audience.

Those were a pair of intoxicated eyes. He stared blankly at the passing of the past, like a dying old man looking back at the past, recalling his life... Those pictures seemed to have some kind of power, stirring the deepest part of his heart, as if something was about to awaken.

He seemed to want to whisper something, but his face had no facial features, only a dark face and a pair of scarlet eyes... But even so, he did not give up. As the emotions deep in his heart became stronger, his body in the audience seats was shaking with exertion!

squeak - squeak -

There were bursts of light noises coming from the chair under him.

At this moment, all the "audience" seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly turned their heads to look at the unique figure among them. The pairs of scarlet eyes were like the ocean, almost drowning the figure...

No one paid attention to the stage of the previous story anymore, or rather... in the eyes of the "audience", a second, more exciting stage appeared.

The scarlet in that figure's eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a trace of confusion. He had no idea that he had become the focus of everyone's attention at this moment, and was still immersed in the past on the stage. A question slowly emerged in his mind.

"who I am?"

The next moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from the screen:

"Chen Ling! What are you waiting for?!"

This sentence was like thunder, echoing in his ears, and most of the confusion in his heart was dispelled... He suddenly remembered that he was not the only one sitting here, he was different from all the other audience members.

He has a name and he has a face of his own.

"I am... Chen Ling?"

The dark face gradually faded, and under the gaze of the "audience", a touch of color slowly emerged from the figure of Chen Ling...

It was a touch of apricot red.

The last insurance that Chen Ling left before completely releasing the disaster came into effect.

The moment this face appeared, he was completely separated from the other viewers. He had his own memories, his own emotions, and a face of his own. Even his pupils gradually returned to their human appearance...

At the same time, those past memories flooded into his mind frantically, and he seemed to have just woken up from a nightmare, with fear and surprise on his pale face!

"This is……"

Chen Ling looked at her palms, which were still as dark as shadows, and the densely packed audience around her, with sweat oozing from her forehead.

Too close... Ever since he first entered the theater until now, Chen Ling has always been standing on the stage, overlooking the audience, but at this moment he was actually sitting with the audience. Those endless scarlet eyes like waves just enveloped him, eerie and strange.

Chen Ling thought carefully. After he shot himself, he knew everything that happened afterwards. It felt like he was sitting in the audience watching a wonderful movie...but during this process, his own thinking ability seemed to be obscured. He just felt different emotional feedback as the plot developed, like a dull puppet.

"Is this what it feels like to be an audience member..." Chen Ling murmured to himself.

A suicide reduces the expectation to 5%...

The good news is that the disaster almost killed everyone; the bad news is that he himself became a spectator.

So, how should he get back?

Chen Ling's gaze fell on the stage, and he saw a dark figure in a theatrical robe standing in the position that originally belonged to him, confronting his master and Jian Changsheng.

"Master." A gleam of brilliance flashed in Chen Ling's eyes. He took a step forward without hesitation and walked down from the audience seats.

As he moved forward, the onlookers began to automatically separate to the sides, leaving him a path to the stage... Although Chen Ling was afraid of them, this was not the time to pay attention to them. He stared at the figure in robes on the stage with his eyes full of determination.

Now that he has woken up, he naturally cannot be willing to continue being a "spectator"... He wants to take back what belongs to him.

Perhaps the audience thought the protagonist on the stage was too boring, or perhaps they were still curious about Chen Ling.

The next moment, a line of characters floated out from above Chen Ling's head:

[Audience Expectation Value +1]

In a theater, there are two "protagonists" on and off the stage who can arouse the audience's expectations... From the audience's perspective, a wonderful performance happening around them is about to take place!