I'm not a theatre god

The boy raised his eyebrows and was about to say something when an arc of light flew into the sky from the house behind him.

"So, the world is very prejudiced against us..." The boy waved his hand casually, "I won't tell you anymore, you will understand one day."

Han Meng narrowed his eyes and immediately pulled the trigger!

The buzzing gunshot sounded, the strong wind lifted the hem of his windbreaker, and the deconstructed bullet that destroyed everything penetrated the boy's body, leaving a hole the size of his head!

However, the bullet passed through his body without leaving any trace of blood. The boy's figure gradually turned pale, like faded drawing paper.

"Han Meng, right? I remember you...see you again by fate."

The boy's body became flatter and flatter. In just a few seconds, it turned into a simple portrait without thickness, and the cold wind blew on Han Meng's face.

Han Meng frowned. He took down the portrait and saw the boy wearing a white paper mask sitting cross-legged. At the same time, he reached out and gave himself a middle finger...

He tore the portrait into pieces on the spot.

"The Twilight Society appears in the Aurora Realm... now we are in trouble."

Han Meng took a deep breath, looked at the direction of the house, and walked forward.

Without anyone stopping him, Han Meng quickly arrived at the door of the house. He pushed the door open with all his strength.

Amidst a harsh creaking sound, he saw corpses all over the ground. Nine silver coins were scattered on the bloody ground...

A total of twenty-two people attended the Bingquan Street celebration, and none of them survived;

…

Chen Ling slowly opened her eyes.

He saw the spotlight above his head and covered his eyes with his hands, but did not stand up immediately... He lay on the floor of the stage, as quiet as a corpse.

He experienced so much in just a few hours.

Chen Yan's disappearance, the cruel truth, the furious revenge, the redemption he thought he could have, then despair, and then finding a glimmer of hope... all of this made Chen Ling numb and desperate.

How he hoped that these were all a dream. After waking up, his mother would call him to get up for breakfast, then hurriedly put on his clothes, put on his work badge, and went to the theater to continue working as a social animal.

It's a pity... what awaited him was still that dead and strange theater.

After a long time, Chen Ling finally sat up slowly. He looked at the dense scarlet eyes in front of the stage with extremely complicated emotions.

Even if I embark on the path of drama...can I really one day break away from this group of "audiences"?

Or is it that I have just become more interesting in their eyes?

Chen Ling has no answer.

But at least he now barely had one more reason to live.

He stood up from the floor and walked to the big screen in the center of the stage. A series of characters came into view.

[Audience expectation +1]

[Audience expectation +1]

[Audience expectations...]

[Current expected value: 77%]

[Loss of actor connection detected, performance interrupted]

[Audience Expectation Value-50]

[Current expected value: 27%]

These are the changes in expectation value that occurred in the house, and after Qian Fan shot himself once, he had lost the connection once, deducting 50% of the expectation value.

But perhaps because the expectation value after deduction is still above 20%, no "audience" has fled.

"As long as the total number of expectations is controlled, even if you die, your body will not be usurped like last time... It can be regarded as a chance to come back from the dead."

"However, it is not easy to raise the expectation value to above 70..."

Chen Ling's eyes fell on the corner of the screen, where the beating treasure chest logo appeared again.

He tapped his fingertips, and exciting music sounded one after another, matching the stage lights. When Chen Ling turned around to look, there was another table in the center of the stage.

"It was detected that the audience's expectation exceeded 70% for the first time, and the achievement was unlocked - 'Specially praised'!"

"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 walked to the table, and playing cards of different colors and patterns appeared out of thin air on the table. Like last time, most of them were white and gray, but the number of blue cards increased compared with last time...

There should be new characters appearing, along with the increase in skill cards.

With a flick of Chen Ling's finger, many cards were flipped upside down at the same time. The backs of all the cards flashed at an astonishing speed. After a moment, they were neatly frozen in place.

Last time, Chen Ling drew Han Meng's [Killing Dance] here, changing his fate in one fell swoop... This time, will the God of Luck still favor him and draw a skill card that can overturn the situation of the battle?

Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, then raised his fingertips and clicked on one of the cards.

Card flip.

A flash of blue appeared in front of Chen Ling's eyes.

"Skill: [Secret Eye]"

"Belongs to: The Way of the God of Medicine, [Blood Slaughter] Path, First Level;"

"Character: Chu Muyun."

The moment she saw the information on this card, Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly...

Chen Ling expected to draw Chu Muyun's skill card, but the huge word "Blood Slaughter" made him unable to help but feel doubtful.

Is this path definitely part of the "Medical Divine Path"? ?

As Chen Ling absorbed the cards, the method of using [Secret Eye] appeared in his mind.

Different from the [Killing Dance] of "Bingshen Dao", [Secret Eye] is more of an auxiliary skill. Its function is to help the user better capture, analyze, and identify details...

A good doctor can judge the severity of a patient's illness through his or her behavior, including a psychiatrist, who can even confirm a person's thoughts and even predict future actions through his micro-expressions.

[Secret Eye] is to elevate this ability to its peak.

As Chen Ling finished drawing her abilities, the cards on the table disappeared at the same time, but the table itself still stood there.

"……What's the meaning?"

Chen Ling stepped forward and found a new piece of paper on the table.

There are also a few lines of small words written on the paper.

"Congratulations on completing the play, the initial chapter - "Wuxin"."

"The highest expectation of the audience for this play: 78%"

"You are entitled to a designated lottery draw."

"After using it, you can designate a character from all the characters appearing in this show, and randomly select the opponent's abilities. The probability of drawing rare skills is related to the overall audience expectations of this show."

After reading all the words, sheets of paper suddenly appeared out of thin air on the desktop under the spotlight, with countless words appearing on them.

【"who I am?"】

【Boom——】

[Pale lightning flashed through the ink clouds, rain fell wildly, and thunderstorms like the wrath of gods poured on the muddy ground...]