I'm not a drama god

Dusk.

The setting sun shines through the glass windows of the church corridor, casting a golden glow all over the ground. A red-robed figure covered in blood stumbles forward in silence...

Along the way, many maids, fire usurpers, and even judges were attracted by him and couldn't help but look at him. His eyes were red and filled with tears, and he looked like he had just cried.

Walking to the end of the corridor, Chen Ling slowly opened the door of her room and disappeared from everyone's sight.

There was dead silence in the house.

Chen Ling stood behind the door for a long time before taking another step. He took off his robe tiredly, but felt something sliding across his skin... After opening it, his eyes swept over the paper he carried with him again.

"I'm Chen Ling."

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

Chen Ling's memory was flawless. He folded the paper casually, stuffed it back into his robe, and then fell down on the bed as if he had used up all his strength.

He stared at the ceiling for a long time, his eyelids began to droop as he muttered to himself:

"Xiaoyu..."

"Brother has avenged you..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell into a deep sleep.

The room fell into silence again... After about ten minutes, a gaze slowly disappeared from the room, and the Silver King had already looked away.

……

Dengdengdeng-

The spotlights above Chen Ling's head lit up one by one, making a dull sound.

Chen Ling on the stage opened her eyes leisurely, sat up slowly from the floor, scanned the densely packed audience in front of her, and spoke helplessly:

"It's really tiring to perform like this every day..."

He stood up from the floor, patted the sleeves of his robe, and walked straight to the bookshelf at the edge of the stage.

"No Heart", "No One Survives", "When the Embers Fall", "Aurora, Never Dies", "Red Dust Hunter", "Roses, Salutes, and Grand Debut", "Where the Stars Lead"...

The plays are neatly arranged on the bookshelf, motionless and silent, yet silently telling all his past.

Chen Ling started with the first playbook, opened it, and carefully read every line of text on it, then opened the next one...until he finished reading all the plays, he breathed a sigh of relief and put them all back in their places.

From the beginning, Chen Ling had no intention of relying on the handwritten page to avoid the Silver King's memory theft. Or rather, he had already realized that the white paper neatly placed on the desk and the white feather pen beside it were a trap set by the Silver King for him.

The Silver King could even steal his memory and space, so how could he leave such an obvious loophole of "recording memory"? Chen Ling was not so naive that he could avoid the Silver King's skills in his territory with just a piece of paper...

The reason why Chen Ling left that piece of paper was just to play along with the King of Silver, so that he would think his plan was successful and let down his guard against him.

Chen Ling’s real trump card is this theater and all the plays he has left behind.

No matter how powerful the Silver King was, and how he could tamper with all traces around him, he could not change the repertoire in this theater. No matter how confused Chen Ling's memory was, as long as he returned to this theater and flipped through the repertoire, he could see his true past.

"Unfortunately, the repertoire here has only been updated to "The Direction of the Stars". There is no record of the memories after leaving the Tianshu Realm..." Chen Ling closed the latest repertoire, put it back on the bookshelf, and spoke slowly.

"I can only rely on you to fill in this part... oh my."

The next moment, a calm voice seemed to come from a very far distance:

"After leaving the Tianshu Realm, you, Jian Changsheng, and Sun Bumian prepared to go to the Wuji Realm. As a result, you encountered the emergence of the Emperor Dao Ancient Treasure on the way, and then..."

Yao's description was very concise, as if he had repeated it many times in the past two days. In about a few minutes, he recounted everything that had happened in the Imperial Dao Ancient Storage and how he was brought to this realm by the Silver King.

After listening, Chen Ling nodded slightly.

"Sure enough, after today's incident, he should have completely let down his guard against me... Whether it's the real memory or the false memory, nothing has been modified."

"You've acted so well, anyone would believe it." Yao responded with a chuckle, "And the Silver King would never have thought that you have the script in your hand, and I'm your off-field help."

"Luckily, you're here." Chen Ling said sincerely.

The Silver King's memory replacement was really hard to guard against. In addition, since he was imprisoned by her side, her memories could be stolen at any time. Theoretically, no one below the ninth level could escape his clutches...

But Chen Ling became the "only one".

Of course, this does not mean that Chen Ling is completely immune to the Silver King's abilities. In fact, the Silver King's memory replacement did work. Now Chen Ling's mind is filled with the memories of another person... The other person's past and interpersonal relationships all seem to be grafted into Chen Ling's body, making Chen Ling think that she is him.

The difference between Chen Ling and other judges is that she knows her true past and can maintain her sanity amidst the confusion of memories.

"What are you going to do next?" Yao asked again.

"Be constant in the face of change. Since the Silver King has let down his guard against me, I will find an opportunity to stay away from him as much as possible and take back my memories."

Chen Ling paused for a moment, "But there is actually one more thing that I am very interested in..."

"what?"

"The replacement of memories should be mutual. My mind is now filled with another person's past, which also means that that person's mind is now filled with memories that originally belonged to 'Heart 6 Chen Ling'..."

Chen Ling rubbed his chin, thinking, "How is the person who was replaced by my memory now?"

……

creak-

The door opened, and Chi Tong walked through the corridor nervously and came in front of the Silver King who was having a meal.

At this time, the Silver King had a white towel on his chest, holding a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, elegantly cutting a piece of steak that was still bleeding, and then slowly put one piece into his mouth.

"What's going on?" He said calmly.

"Although there were some minor accidents along the way, it went smoothly overall." Chi Tong answered immediately, "Chen Ling killed Spade 8 and brought his head to Xiao Yu's grave, where he cried for a while and then came back... He should be resting now."

The Silver King nodded:

"well done."

These four simple words made Chi Tong breathe a sigh of relief, and the heavy stone in his heart was finally put down.