I'm not a theatre god

The master's sudden move made Jian Changsheng stunned, and then he retreated violently!

But he thought about it and felt that it was not right... This "Chen Ling" was still wearing white paper shackles, and his power was sealed, so how could he fight?

The master flicked his sleeves, and the disc turned into endless light and shadow, swallowing "Chen Ling" into it like a tide, but it did not cause any harm to him. The man in the red robe staggered in the light and shadow waves, with a hideous expression!

"Old thing!! You cheat! Kill me if you have the guts!!"

"Come on! Even if my power is locked, standing here for you to kill, can you kill me?!"

"I don't need to kill you," the master said calmly, "I just need to wake up another person... the person who should have been on the stage.

"Chen Ling" widened his eyes, and the light and shadow tide around him contained all kinds of pictures... It was like a compressed movie, playing faster in front of his eyes.

It was an invitation signed by [Actor Anonymous]; it was a performance of "Carrying a Sledge" in the wilderness of the mortal world; it was the shocked expression on his face when he walked through countless movie discs; it was the first time he opened the door and saw the starry sky, grassland, and colorful houses...

Everything Chen Ling experienced in the ancient collection of Xidao was recorded in this disc, and now it reappeared in front of him. The eldest brother Ning Ruyu, the second sister Luan Mei, the third brother Wen Renyou, the west brother Mo Jiao, the fifth brother Chou Jiao, familiar figures passed by his eyes one by one, as if he was looking back at that dusty memory.

"Hahaha, you're dreaming!!"

"Chen Ling" saw these scenes and naturally guessed what the master wanted to do, and immediately sneered, "He has fallen off the stage. Now, I am the protagonist of this stage! He will not be awakened by your things at all. Even if he wakes up, he is just an "audience"!

He is like all "audiences". He can't get over the west wall between the audience and the stage. He can't affect me at all! It's even more impossible to return to the stage!"

The master's eyebrows rose slightly, and he spoke slowly:

"...Really?"

...

Theater.

[Audience Expectation Value -1]

[Current Expectation Value: 20%]

The familiar scene flashed on the stage again, like a large-scale foreshadowing, which immediately made many "audiences" lose interest and their expectations dropped to freezing point.

And in the dark audience, there was a pair of eyes that were out of tune with the other audiences.

Those were a pair of intoxicated eyes. He stared at the passing of the past, like a dying old man looking back at the past, recalling his life... Those images seemed to have some kind of power, stirring the deepest part of his heart, as if something was about to awaken.

He seemed to want to murmur something, but his face had no facial features, only a dark face and a pair of scarlet eyes... But even so, he did not give up. As the emotion in his heart became stronger, his body in the audience was shaking because of the effort!

Creak-creak-

Bursts of light sounds came from the chair under him.

At this moment, all the "audience" seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly turned their heads to look at the unique figure among them. The pairs of scarlet eyes were like the ocean, almost drowning the figure...

No one paid attention to the stage of the previous summary, or... In the eyes of the "audience", a second and more exciting stage appeared.

The scarlet in the figure's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a trace of confusion. He didn't realize that he had become the focus of everyone at this moment. He was still immersed in the past on the stage. A question slowly emerged in his mind.

"Who am I...?"

The next moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from the screen:

"Chen Ling! What are you waiting for?!"

This sentence was like thunder, echoing in his ears, and most of the confusion in his heart was dispelled... He suddenly remembered that he was not the only one sitting here, he was different from all the other audiences.

He had a name, he had a face of his own.

"I am... Chen Ling?"

The dark face gradually faded, and under the gaze of the "audience", a touch of color slowly outlined from the figure of Chen Ling...

It was a touch of apricot red.

The last insurance left by Chen Ling before completely releasing the [Mockery] disaster took effect.

The moment this face appeared, he was completely separated from the other audiences. He had his own memories, his own emotions, his own face, and even his pupils gradually returned to human appearance...

At the same time, those past memories rushed into his mind crazily. He seemed to have just woken up from a nightmare, and his pale face was full of fear and surprise!

"This is..."

Chen Ling looked at his palms, which were still as dark as shadows, and the densely packed audiences around him, and his forehead was full of sweat.

Too close...Since the first time he entered the theater, Chen Ling has always been standing on the stage, overlooking these audiences, but at this moment he actually sat with the audience, and the endless scarlet pupils like waves just wrapped around him, eerie and weird.

Chen Ling thought carefully, since he shot himself, although he knew everything that happened afterwards, it felt like sitting in the audience and watching a wonderful movie...but in this process, his own thinking ability seemed to be blinded, and he just felt different emotional feedback as the plot developed, like a dull puppet.

"Is this what it feels like to be an audience member..." Chen Ling murmured to himself.

A suicide reduced the expectation to 5%...

The good news is that the [mocking] disaster almost killed everyone; the bad news is that he himself became a spectator.

So, how should he go back?

Chen Ling's eyes fell on the stage, and he saw a black shadow in a costume standing in the position that originally belonged to him, confronting his master and Jian Changsheng.

"Master Chen Ling's eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance, and he took a step without hesitation and walked down from the audience.

As he walked forward, the audience who were watching the excitement began to automatically separate to both sides, leaving him a path to the stage... Although Chen Ling was afraid of them, this was not the time to pay attention to them. He stared at the shadow in the robe on the stage with his eyes full of determination.

Since he woke up, he naturally couldn't be willing to continue to be an "audience member"... He wanted to take back what belonged to him.

Perhaps the audience felt that the protagonist on the stage was too boring, or perhaps they were still curious about Chen Ling.

The next moment, a line of characters floated out from Chen Ling's head:

[Audience Expectation Value +1]

A theater, on and off the stage, has two "protagonists" who can involve the audience's expectations... From the audience's perspective, a wonderful performance happening around them is about to be staged!