I'm not a theatre god

Jian Changsheng suffered from insomnia again.

As a ray of sunshine outside the window penetrated the gauze curtain and reflected in those bloodshot eyes, Jian Changsheng, who had not slept all night, sighed bitterly and helplessly.

If life is like a play, he feels that his life must be an absurd tragedy.

From a young age, no matter what he did, it was always difficult in purgatory. He has been the son of a servant of the young master of the Stars Chamber of Commerce since birth. He grew up humble and cautious. He was poor at studies and not particularly good at thinking. After struggling for eighteen years, he finally set foot on the Shinto to change his destiny, but he died before he even left the house. Being slaughtered...

After crossing the sea, before reaching the shore, he was pulled over to search for evidence; he finally escaped from the prison, but was sent to the Aurora base as a guinea pig, and was chased and chopped by the seventh-level [Sirius]; the only opponent His good uncle's family also froze to death in the Aurora Realm; he finally made it to the Mortal Realm, and was almost killed by his teammates for no apparent reason... Jian Changsheng counted his fingers and couldn't tell how many times the goddess of fate had stepped on him. Second-rate.

Apart from anything else, Chen Ling helped him get a perfect start in the main city of the mortal world half a year ago. He swore that he would be able to do it well this time, but it ended up being a mess.

Jian Changsheng couldn't figure out what he had done wrong...

He stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long time, then struggled to get up from the bed, walked slowly to the mirror, looked at himself with disheveled hair and bloodshot face, and took a deep breath:

"Come on, little Jane! You can definitely do it!"

"No one will be unlucky forever... You have to persevere, even if you grit your teeth!"

"Things will definitely turn around!!"

Jian Changsheng gave himself two mouthfuls of chicken soup, then rinsed his face with cold water, and walked straight out of the bedroom.

In the living room, the curtains were still tightly closed, completely blocking out all possible prying eyes from the outside world. The whole room was like a closed cage.

Under the dim light, the 9 of Hearts was sitting alone on the sofa, seemingly making tea leisurely.

He looked up at Jian Changsheng and said casually:

"Didn't you sleep well again?"

"……No."

"This is not the way to go. I told you to keep a good attitude."

"I'm trying my best to hold on, otherwise I would have gone crazy if I held it in for so many days!" Jian Changchang sighed and lay lazily on the sofa.

He looked at the ceiling above his head, as if he remembered something.

"By the way, what happened to those movements yesterday? Have you found out?"

"How can we investigate our current situation? Who can investigate?" 9 of Hearts shook his head, "We can't even get out of the casino gate, let alone investigate the situation outside...

The only thing that was certain was that it was definitely not an earthquake, but a large-scale battle between high-level Shinto owners. "

"High-level Shinto fighting... or on a large scale? The main city of Hongchen shouldn't be so chaotic."

"That's right, [Fu Sheng Hui] has the deepest roots in the world of mortals. With them here, there will generally be no big troubles... Something big must have happened yesterday."

"Who on earth dares to confront [Fu Sheng Hua] head-on in the world of mortals?"

Jian Changsheng fell into deep thought.

Not only him, but also the 9 of Hearts and the other Twilight Club members who were still in the casino were also frowning and had no clue.

"Let's have a drink of tea first. Anyway, things haven't affected us, so don't panic." 9 of Hearts was the most optimistic, and he poured a cup of tea for Jian Changsheng in a leisurely manner and handed it to him.

Jian Changchang sighed, then picked up the cup and drank.

At the same time, a loud voice sounded from the window:

"Excuse me!"

“Yesterday [Fushenge] destroyed the Dusk Society!!”

"The Dusk Club's stronghold in the main city of Red Dust was uprooted!! Dusk Club members [6 of Spades] and [9 of Hearts] were cornered and both died suddenly!! The wanted criminal in the realm [6 of Hearts] died on the spot!!"

"Excuse me!"

"Yesterday [Floating Painting] destroyed the Twilight Society..."

puff--! ! ! !

Jian Changsheng and Heart 9 spurted hot tea from their mouths at the same time, splashing each other in the face.

"What the hell???"

Jian Changsheng didn't have time to dislike the 9 of hearts, so he wiped his face with his backhand. Every cell in his body was filled with shock.

Not only him, the always playful and cynical 9 of Hearts also opened his mouth wide enough to fit a pigeon egg in. He was stunned for a few seconds before saying:

"Who is desperate? Who both died suddenly??"

Diamond 10 on the side pondered for a moment,

"If I hadn't gone deaf... it would have been you two."

Jian Changsheng was stunned for more than ten seconds before holding back a sentence, "Are all the news in the world of mortals... so fake?"

"It doesn't look fake." Beside the window, Meihua J lifted up the curtains and looked out, and said calmly, "All the plainclothes people squatting around are gone, and the [Fu Sheng Painting] that I have been secretly watching before has gone. … They really don’t seem to pay attention to us anymore.”

"how so……"

"Quick, send someone to buy a newspaper!!"

A few minutes later, a brand new newspaper was delivered to the casino, and several Twilight Club members gathered together at the same time, forming a circle to read it carefully.

"After careful investigation by the police station and [Fushenge], it was confirmed that the Great World Song and Dance Hall is the stronghold of the Dusk Club..."

"The Twilight Club members represented by [6 of Hearts] [6 of Spades] and [9 of Hearts] have been lurking for a long time and secretly planning a terrorist attack against the top brass of the main city of Red Dust..."

"After police chief Wang Jincheng's bold reasoning and careful verification, he finally cooperated with the [Twilight Club] plan to kill three Twilight Club members, and no one escaped..."

"Among them, [Six of Spades] remained unrepentant before his death. He shouted that he would never surrender and then blew himself up to death. This shows the depth of the Twilight Society's brainwashing of its members and their demonic nature..."

Everyone's expressions became weirder and weirder, and the air suddenly fell into silence.

They can understand every word in this newspaper, but when put together, it is as difficult to understand as a bible...

"How could this happen... Is there a Twilight Society stronghold in the main city of Hongchen? But what's going on with [6 of Spades] and [9 of Hearts]?"

"There are only two possibilities now. Either this is fake news directed and acted by the main city of Hongchen, or someone is pretending to be us?"

"It's impossible to direct and act on your own. The police department and [Fusheng-e] also want to have face. If we create fake news now, won't they slap themselves in the face when we appear on the scene? They shouldn't be such idiots right."

"But who in this world would not think so and come to pretend to be the Twilight Society..."

While the rest of the people were lost in thought, Jian Changsheng looked at the newspaper blankly, his expression becoming more and more exciting!

This routine!

This method! !

So familiar, so familiar...

In this world, there is a high probability that there is only one person who can do such a thing and turn the world around.

The corners of Jian Changsheng's mouth raised unconsciously. His unlucky and fucked fate seemed to be gradually being reversed by the appearance of someone;

He won't be unlucky forever, because...

"[6 of Hearts] is back."

Jian Changsheng smiled and said with great certainty.