I'm not a drama god

“I… this is…”

Fang Liangye retched for a long time before he slowly stood up with a pale face and his body shaking uncontrollably.

Fang Liangye is just an ordinary person after all, and Chen Ling's memories are too stimulating for him. A warm and harmless body, coupled with extremely bloody memories, causes his soul and body to have a strong rejection reaction.

He subjectively felt that what was in his memory was nothing, but the instinct engraved in his body made it impossible to accept it.

Just as Fang Liangye was still digesting his memories, a figure walked over from the end of the dim corridor. The man saw him holding the edge of the bed in pain, exclaimed, and quickly approached.

"Liang Ye, are you okay?"

Fang Liangye felt a soft hand patting his back gently, and a voice full of worry sounded.

He looked back and saw a girl in a purple dress standing behind him. Her silver earrings swayed gently as she tapped her feet, and her pair of black eyes glowed like glass.

When he saw that face, Fang Liangye's heart trembled slightly.

"...Ms. Wu?"

The girl was stunned, and looked at Fang Liangye with a bit of resentment, "Duran is right, your brain is indeed broken... Didn't we agree to call me Duoduo? Calling me Miss Wu now is so strange."

"Ms. Wu, why... are you here?" Fang Liangye stood there blankly, seemingly still not coming to his senses. "When you were not in the Red Dust Realm, then..."

Wu Duo looked at him with a strange expression, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh.

"He's seriously ill..."

Wu Duo was born and raised in the Wuji Realm and had never been to the Red Dust Realm. She met Fang Liangye not long ago. At that time, she followed Duran's instructions to contact the civilian organizations in the Wuji Realm. After all, these wizards are now in the dark. If they want to protect the people, they must unite with these public organizations.

In their contact with Fang Liangye, they became more and more familiar with each other. Wu Duo already had a good impression of this young man who was gentle in heart but dared to challenge. Before Fang Liangye was arrested, it was Wu Duo who begged Du Lan to mobilize the power of the Rat Party to rescue him.

But now it seems that Fang Liangye's memory has been completely messed up.

"Anyway, I should explain this to you." Wu Duo rolled her hair behind her ears. "Because of the need for confidentiality, I only told you before that I can use my wizard power to help you rescue the people and resist the struggle... In fact, there is an organization behind me, composed entirely of wizards. We call ourselves the 'Rat Party'."

"Rat Party..." Fang Liangye frowned and said, "This name... is really special."

"This name was also given by Duran. He said that the current Wuji Realm is a dark prison where only mice can have freedom." Wu Duo paused for a moment, with a firm look in his eyes.

“The weak mouse cannot make the sun rise again, so he spreads hope in the darkness and humidity.”

Fang Liangye stood there in a daze, as if he was touched by these words. A sense of identification slowly rose from the depths of his body's instincts.

"…You are always doing great things, Ms. Wu."

Fang Liangye looked into Wu Duo's eyes, honestly and sincerely.

In his memory, Wu Duo's figure overlapped with the blurry girl in a long skirt and carrying a suitcase, and an inexplicable emotion crept into his heart... Fang Liangye couldn't describe what that feeling was, but among all the people he had met in the past, the girl in front of him was special.

Feeling Fang Liangye's gaze, Wu Duo's cheeks flushed. She turned her head slightly and no longer looked at Fang Liangye:

"Um... oh yeah... come with me, I'll show you something."

Wu Duo pulled Fang Liangye and walked briskly towards the other passage.

Fang Liangye followed Wu Duo, shuttling through dark and complicated passages. The underground drainage system of the Wuji Realm was too complicated, like a large maze, with even a large number of upward and downward stairs... After just three or four slight turns, Fang Liangye was a little confused about the direction.

Fang Liangye felt that he was getting deeper and deeper. After a few minutes, his eyes suddenly opened up.

Huge pillars stand in the darkness. Nearly a hundred kerosene lamps are hung on the nearby walls, lighting up the large open space. Against the backdrop of the extremely high ceilings of the buildings, this sewer area looks like a magnificent palace.

At this time, dozens of figures were lying on the ground in the open space. They were covered with thick but dirty beddings. Their faces did not look good. Some of them were even crawling on the edge of the beddings, coughing up blood frantically.

Judging from their attire, they were all residents of the Wuji Realm, and most of them were wearing factory uniforms.

In front of them, an old man was sitting cross-legged, his palms moving around the body of the young man who was coughing up blood the most, as if he was massaging with some special technique. At the same time, streams of milky white light penetrated into the young man's body from his palms, and the violent coughing began to slow down...

"This is..." Fang Liangye was a little surprised.

"The Baiyin government forced young people to work eighteen hours a day in factories, and the physical condition of a large number of young people plummeted. However, due to the mandatory working hours, most people have no time to seek medical treatment... Even if they did, the medical resources in the Wuji Realm are not enough. You should be very clear about this." Wu Duo sighed.

"So, we secretly took in some seriously ill residents and used 'witchcraft' to treat them... But for some reason, as time went by, more and more people got sick, and we could no longer treat them."

"Eighteen hours of production work..."

Fang Liangye was not that surprised by the length of time. After all, in his confused memory, many employees in large companies also worked such long hours before the catastrophe. Even students in some regions would study so hard under tremendous pressure.

"Putting the working hours aside for now, what kind of job can make people so sick?" Fang Liangye asked, pointing at the young man who was coughing up blood crazily.

"I don't really understand... Anyway, after the Silver King came, he forced all young people to work in production. No one knew what they were producing, not even the workers in the workshop themselves."

Wu Duo shook his head.

"It's not production, it's processing." A voice came from behind.

Duran was wearing a black robe. His eyes swept over the many sick figures on the ground. His hands were clenched tightly under his sleeves. "Cobalt-60, strontium-90, cesium-137... They are processing a lot of radioactive materials. In addition, there are explosives such as trinitrotoluene."

Hearing this, Fang Liangye was stunned.

He seemed to have thought of something, and his pupils shrank slightly...

Duran's voice sounded again:

"The Silver King is mass-producing dirty bombs."