I'm not a theatre god

Opening his eyes again, a familiar light filled his field of vision.

"Are you back again..." Chen Ling adapted to the brightness of the spotlight and slowly scanned her surroundings.

The old stage, the black curtain, the packed audience chairs, he returned to this nightmare.

"It seems that as long as you fall asleep or die, you will come back here." Chen Ling came to this conclusion through several experiences.

Since he regained control of his body, the audience members who ran away returned to the theater. Although their eyes looked a little displeased, at least they had no intention of taking action again.

Chen Ling's eyes naturally slid towards the screen in the center of the stage:

"[Audience expectation: 24%]"

Judging from historical records, the moment he regained his body, the expectation value automatically rose back to 20%. After experiencing a battle of wits and courage with the law enforcers, the expectation value increased again, and finally stabilized at 24%.

"The last death directly deducted 50% of the expected value. If the next time I die, the expected value is lower than 50%... what will happen?"

Chen Ling didn't know the answer, but he guessed that if the expectation value became negative, he would probably die completely, and his body would be occupied by the "audience", and he would never be able to stand up again.

Chen Ling was about to look away when she suddenly noticed a shaking little treasure box appearing in the lower right corner of the screen.

He clearly remembered that when he first entered the theater, there was no such thing.

Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, then tentatively reached out and tapped the treasure box...

Thump thump thump thump—!

The moment Chen Ling touched the treasure box with her fingertips, a burst of exciting music came from the speakers on both sides of the stage.

The sudden music startled Chen Ling. The next moment, several spotlights moved behind him. He turned around and found a table appearing out of thin air in the center of the stage.

It was an ordinary wooden table, which seemed a bit old in appearance and looked in perfect harmony with the wooden floor on the stage. The spotlight's beam shone on the table, and a piece of paper reflected a pale halo.

Chen Ling walked straight towards the wooden table. The two spotlights approached each other and finally merged into one.

At the top of the piece of paper, there are a few lines of small words written on it.

"It was detected that the audience's expectation exceeded 60% for the first time, and the achievement was unlocked - 'mostly positive'!"

"You get an extra draw."

"After using it, a character skill will be randomly selected from all the characters in this show to learn."

Chen Ling glanced at these words. Before he could react, the white paper suddenly disappeared and was replaced by playing cards placed on the table.

The colors of these playing cards vary. Most of them are white and gray, with a few blue cards appearing occasionally. The textures on the surface also range from simple to complex. The brighter the color, the more advanced the texture, and the more precious it looks.

The next moment, these cards were turned upside down at the same time, revealing their uniform backs, and then overlapped at an alarming speed, and finally scattered and stayed neatly on the table.

Chen Ling also tried to trace the traces of the blue cards, but this weird shuffling method made it impossible to track the cards with the naked eye.

"You can even draw a lottery... It seems like everything in this theater is not all bad."

Chen Ling took a deep breath, randomly picked a card in front of her, flipped it over and flipped it upside down on the table...

That's a blue card.

After Chen Ling finished choosing, all the other cards disappeared at the same time. At the same time, a few lines of text appeared on the blue card.

"Skill: [Killing Dance]"

"Belongs to: Bingshen Dao, [Judgment] path, third level."

"Character: Han Meng."

Seeing the word "Han Meng", Chen Ling's mind automatically flashed to the figure in the trench coat who fought the red paper monster last night... At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind.

Make money this time!

Han Meng is undoubtedly the most powerful among all the people he has met since Chen Ling traveled through time. Although Chen Ling does not understand what the "Bingshen Dao", "[Judgment] Path" and "Third Level" mean, But there is no doubt that he has drawn the best option currently available.

The blue playing cards turned into nothingness, and Chen Ling felt that there was something in her body, which was extremely mysterious.

"Thank you for the gift." Chen Ling felt embarrassed now.

He stole it from Han Meng... No, he learned this skill. In a sense, Han Meng was his noble... But just a few hours ago, he just beat the "noble" violently, and even Hit the sap hard.

That stick... shouldn't kill the noble man, right?

He felt a little guilty.

…

The scarlet calamity dances wildly overhead,

The terrifying pressure makes people tremble;

A slender hand protruded from Calamity's body and pressed on the top of his head... It was like a god's hand falling from the sky, dominating the world.

On the hospital bed, Han Meng opened his eyes suddenly and almost jumped up.

"hiss--"

The severe pain in the back of his head made him grin. The world in front of him flashed and he fell onto the bed again.

"Brother Meng!" A law enforcer who was napping next to him was startled and immediately supported his figure, "Brother Meng! What are you doing? Stop moving, don't give the thread It collapsed..."

Han Meng was lying on the bed, finally regaining consciousness, and said blankly:

"Where is this?"

"Hospital!"

"The one with long hands... No, where's the red disaster?"

"It..." the law enforcer paused, "It must have escaped. When we arrived at the scene, we only saw you, Brother Meng, lying there..."

Broken memories flooded into Han Meng's mind. He couldn't help but touch the back of his head, grimacing in pain.

This disaster... likes to sneak attack the back of the head?

"What's the situation? Are there any other casualties?"

"Not yet. After fighting with you, the disaster has never appeared again. I guess you hurt it too badly, Brother Meng."

"I..."

Han Meng was about to say that he didn't hurt it at all. After hesitating for a while, he swallowed the words back.

In the attribute

"What time is it?"

"Six fifty."

"... Help me up."

"Brother Meng, the doctor said you need to rest..."

"Rest bullshit!" Han Meng gritted his teeth and stood up, "That disaster is very insidious. If you let it go like this, it will cause trouble sooner or later!"

"Insidious? Brother Meng, do you want to say dangerous..." This law enforcer is also well-informed, but it is the first time he has heard someone use the word "insidious" to describe the disaster.

"Dangerous, but more insidious!"

Han Meng subconsciously touched the back of his head, "Besides, I suspect it may have really merged with a human..."

"Fused?" Hearing these three words, the law enforcer's face changed drastically, "Should we notify Aurora City immediately?"

Hearing the second half of the sentence, Han Meng gradually calmed down, "No, not yet, I still need to investigate... Now this is just my guess, there is no theoretical basis."

"Then let's..."

"Let's go to the headquarters first, the group of new reserve seats should be here soon, we will talk about the details on the way."

"Okay."