I'm not a drama god

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The sunlight shone through the glazed windows, and Chen Ling leisurely pushed the door open and walked in.

Life under house arrest is not free, but at least in this small room, Chen Ling's time belongs to himself... He moved a stool and basked in the sun by the window. After all, sunshine is rare in the Wuji Realm, which is shrouded in rain all year round.

Through the church window, Chen Ling could see the street not far away.

Although it was a rare sunny day, there were not many people on the street. Only a few elderly people were standing at their doorsteps, basking in the sun alone. Occasionally, other elderly people would pass by the door and they would chat with them.

White pigeons fluttered their wings and brushed past the spires of the grand and ancient buildings, attracting countless elderly people to look up, like prisoners in the abyss spying on the free sky. As the noon bell of the bell tower in the distance rang, the white pigeons disappeared into the gloomy distance...

Time melts away little by little in the warm sunshine.

After her body was warmed by the sun, Chen Ling yawned slowly...

He stood up and walked towards his bed.

Chen Ling took off her costume casually, and suddenly felt something hard across her chest. She was startled and a look of confusion flashed in her eyes.

He fumbled on his robe for a moment, and soon, a neatly folded piece of paper appeared in his palm.

"I'm Chen Ling."

"When you see this, please read everything below carefully and review your memory."

"If the records below are inconsistent with your memories, or if there are omissions, it means that the Silver King is tampering with your memories... Remember, everything is subject to the contents recorded on the paper."

Seeing this, Chen Ling's eyes suddenly became serious.

He didn't remember when he had stuffed this thing into his clothes...

Chen Ling looked around vigilantly, pulled the curtains, and even walked to the door and locked it, before carefully opening the paper.

Lines of text come into view.

"I'm Chen Ling. I'm the workshop manager of the Wuji District 9 Manufacturing Plant and a fighter for the spontaneously organized Human Rights Union. Ever since the Silver King took control of the realm, everything here has become a mess... My mission is to fight for the human rights that belong to all the residents of the Wuji Realm at all costs."

"Even if we are unarmed, we still have to fight for everyone. Words and shouts are our weapons, and the indomitable spirit is our armor. I will fight with my compatriots until the final victory."

"I was arrested during a recent demonstration. I know what they are thinking. They want to put me under house arrest, wear down my will, and assimilate me little by little into this huge violent group. They think if I switch sides, the rest of the Human Rights Union will fall apart."

"So, I must never forget who I am, nor my mission! Even if I am imprisoned, I will continue to protest to the Silver King in my own way until I regain freedom and power for all residents."

"I am not fighting alone. We have wizards behind our Human Rights Union. They will find a way to rescue me..."

"..."

Chen Ling's brows wrinkled tighter and tighter.

"I was wondering why I felt so dizzy today... It seems that the Silver King has attacked me."

"He stole the fighting spirit in my heart, making me lazy and idle. I even forgot a lot of things and my memory is a bit off... Fortunately, I kept this piece of paper, so he didn't succeed."

As Chen Ling murmured, a look of fear emerged on his face. He hurriedly folded the paper and stuffed it back into his clothes, as if he was afraid of being seen by others.

Chen Ling took a few deep breaths, calmed down, and then a firm look appeared in her eyes...

He turned and sat down at the desk.

After seeing the mission written on the paper, Chen Ling couldn't sleep, so he started to prepare the letter of opinion. He picked up the feather pen and pondered for a long time, then wrote solemnly on the paper.

"Mr. Silver King:"

"Although you have me under house arrest, I will not give up. I must be frank. Most of the actions you have taken in the Wuji Realm are bad and absurd..."

"In particular, the policy of forcing young people to work eighteen hours a day will greatly squeeze their lives, and the poor working environment will cause diseases to begin to affect their bodies. At the same time, due to the exploitation of young labor, a large number of elderly residents are left unattended, and the mortality rate continues to rise..."

"..."

Chen Ling wrote 4,000 words, criticizing the Silver King and his ruling party from objective, subjective, healthy, sustainable development, and ethical perspectives.

After writing it, he took the letter of opinion and walked out of the room angrily.

"Hello, where is the Silver King now?"

"He's not in the church...I don't know where he went exactly," a maid replied.

"Then when will he come back?"

“I don’t know either…”

Chen Ling was a little frustrated, but he did not give up. Instead, he took the letter of opinion and walked to the prayer room, randomly found a bench and sat down, as if he was going to wait for the Silver King to come back.

At the same time, Lou Yu, who was sitting in the first row with his eyes closed, looked back and seemed a little surprised.

"what are you doing?"

"Waiting to send a letter to the Silver King."

"Send a letter? You're sending it to him?" Lou Yu asked in confusion, "What letter?"

"Regarding the letter of opinion on abolishing the 18-hour work system for young people in the Wuji Realm, I hope he can face up to human rights and not go down a path that will anger God and people." Chen Ling answered firmly.

Lou Yu:……?

Lou Yu looked at Chen Ling with an extremely unfamiliar gaze. He seemed to realize something, snorted coldly, turned his head silently, and lowered his head to take a sip of the tea in the cup.

"I will also write to you tomorrow." Chen Ling's firm voice sounded again.

The abrupt words almost made Lou Yu spit out the tea leaves in his mouth. He turned his head and looked at Chen Ling again:

"Give it to me? What's the letter?"

"In order to refine the Philosopher's Stone, you massacred two large regions of the Wuji Realm and killed millions of people." Chen Ling looked at Lou Yu with a sharp gaze, as if examining a prisoner. "The Silver King controls the Wuji Realm, and it is only mismanaged at present, but what you did is truly insane... Your sins are even more serious than his."

Lou Yu fell silent.

He didn't refute, but turned his head calmly.

Light and shadows passed through the glazed windows above the prayer table, covering the entire church. Lou Yu sat in the front row of the church benches. His dark shadow was like a slender obelisk dragged on the ground, like an emotionless sculpture.

"It doesn't matter." Lou Yu replied calmly, "I'm ready to go to hell...if hell really exists in this world."