I'm not a drama god

The candlelight flickered in the darkness.

Chen Ling read the words on the page bit by bit, comparing them with everything in her memory. After confirming that there was no mistake, she folded it up again and stuffed it back into the interlayer of her robe.

After doing all this, Chen Ling finally felt relieved. Lying on the soft bed in his bright red costume, he stared at the dim ceiling at the head of the bed, with a faint light flickering in his eyes...

After a moment, he slowly closed his eyes...

I do not know how long it has been,

Outside the cloudy window, a strange glimmer of light, as if it had life, slowly seeped into the mind of the sleeping Chen Ling.

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The huge second hand moves slowly on the ancient clock tower.

Behind the rotating hour hand was a huge round glass window. A figure in linen clothes lit the kerosene lamp beside him, and the flickering light illuminated his cheek. It was Ying Fu.

He seemed to notice something, and looked through the rotating hour hand towards the direction of the church in the darkness...

Yingfu did not live in the church, but temporarily settled on the bell tower a few streets away from the church. This place is far enough from the church that even the Silver King cannot always spy on it; but this bell tower is high enough that through the slit in the clock on the top, one can see the church from afar...

Behind Yingfu, A Qian was lying on a simple folding bed, breathing evenly, as if he had fallen asleep.

In the dim light, Ying Fu stared at the church for a long time, then turned and walked towards the stairs of the bell tower.

"Your Majesty, do you want to leave now?"

Next to the stair railing, a figure respectfully took the kerosene lamp from Ying Fu's hand. The orange light illuminated his face, and Mo Lian's cheek was raised in the shadow.

Ying Fu nodded silently, as if he was afraid of disturbing A Qian who was sleeping.

Ying Fu went down the stairs, and Mo Lian followed closely behind him with a kerosene lamp. The two figures shuttled through the ancient clock tower and finally came to the quiet street.

Until this moment, Ying Fu spoke calmly:

"Mo Lian, how much of your memory have you recovered?"

"It's almost done." Mo Lian explained patiently, leaning on his cane.

"Although Bai Ye's [Borrowed Moon] can steal memories, it is only 'borrowing' after all. When I am far enough away from him and the time is long enough, the memories will gradually return... He is at the seventh level, so he cannot take away all my memories without limit."

"Oh?" Ying Fu glanced at him.

"When I tested you, your memory had not yet returned. If you want to investigate further, I was trying to please you and took advantage of you... Now that your memory has returned, are you still willing to follow me?"

Without waiting for Mo Lian to speak, Ying Fu spoke again:

"If you don't want to, don't force yourself. I can cancel the palace examination at any time and set you free... I can explore this Wuji Realm alone."

"Your Majesty, you are joking." Mo Lian said solemnly, "The future that Your Majesty promised me is exactly what I want, and it is something that I can never get no matter how long I stay under the Silver King... Besides, the Silver King doesn't care about me in the first place, and he throws me away like garbage. Why should I go back?

Although your majesty is weak now, I believe that one day you will soar to the sky, and I am willing to bet on this one time."

Ying Fu looked at Mo Lian again and nodded slightly.

"The palace examination is a contract. Since I have promised you a future, I will definitely fulfill it. Otherwise, I will be doomed... You can rest assured about this."

"I believe your Majesty."

"How much do you know about the Silver King?"

Ying Fu finally got to the point.

Mo Lian thought for a moment and said truthfully, "He is very mysterious and seems to have lived for a long time. Even us Thief Saints don't know much about him... According to rumors, when the Silver King ascended to the Demigod level, he stole the Thief God Path."

"The leader of the Thief God Sect, stole the Thief God Sect?"

"That's right... the first moment he became a god, he took the Shinto for himself. Not only did he steal the abilities of all other Shinto Paths, but he also stole the 'eighth level' of the Shinto Path... so since the day he became a god, there has been no 'eighth level' in the Shinto Path. No matter how talented the Shinto Path owners are in the future, they can only be stuck at the 'seventh level' at best."

At this point, Mo Lian's eyes flashed with displeasure.

"Since he became a god, there has indeed been no eighth-level thief god in the world... In fact, many of the five great thief saints are capable of reaching the eighth level, and even have the possibility of becoming demigods, but now, the road has been blocked by the Silver King. Whoever he wants to reach the eighth level can reach the eighth level, using this as bait to make other thieves work for him.

It is precisely because of this that several thieves actually have resentment towards the Silver King, but by staying with the Silver King for many years, all their resentment has been stolen away."

Ying Fu snorted coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

The Silver King did this simply to occupy the position of the Demigod of the Thief Shinto and control the entire Thief Shinto. Facts have proved that he did it. The Fire Usurper is the only organization in the world based on a Shinto. Unlike the Twilight Society, which is not dispersed, all power converges on the Silver King, and even presents the nature of a religion.

"Then how does he control those who make decisions on his behalf?" Ying Fu asked the second key question.

"It's the eighth-level ability of the [Borrowed Moon] path. It can steal the memories of multiple people at the same time and shuffle them... But I don't know exactly how it works. I'm not from this path."

Ying Fu seemed to be thinking about something.

"Your Majesty... do you want to destroy the Wuji Realm?" Seeing that Ying Fu was interested in this, Mo Lian hesitated for a long time, but still asked tentatively.

"Why should I destroy it?" Ying Fu said calmly, "The stronger the power of the Silver King is, the more chaotic this world will be. Only when the existing rules are broken can I have a chance... Now my goal is indeed the same as the Silver King's. It is precisely because he knows this that he does not restrict my actions or steal my thoughts...

Otherwise, I would be a prisoner like Chen Ling now."

Mo Lian nodded in sudden realization.

"So now we are going to..."

"Now, there is no need to do anything." Ying Fu walked to a deserted park and slowly sat down on a chair, like a casual passerby taking a rest on the street late at night.

Mo Lian was waiting beside him. The light of the kerosene lamp was as bright and conspicuous as a star in the dark night.

"No need to do anything?" Mo Lian asked in confusion, "You came out in the middle of the night just to enjoy the cool air? The Wuji Realm isn't hot at all."

"I am the Emperor." Ying Fu's eyes swept across the dark and silent city around him, and he said slowly,

"As long as I am here, the gods that are destined to be with me will be pushed by fate to approach me, just like you... Now all I have to do is wait for the opportunity to come."