I'm not a drama god

"The highest expectation of the audience for this play: 83%"

"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."

In the void in front of him, pages appeared out of thin air and quickly gathered into a play.

Chen Ling flipped through a few pages and put it on the wooden shelf aside. Maybe it was because the time span of this play was longer and the thickness was twice that of the previous books, but the content was still what Chen Ling had experienced. no change.

Chen Ling picked up the pen and was about to write down the character to be drawn this time. The tip of the pen hovered in mid-air but did not fall down... This time, he hesitated.

According to Chen Ling's original plan, he was planning to continue to extract "Han Meng". After all, he had witnessed the power of [Crime Judgment] with his own eyes, and recreating the entire [Judgement] path was also Chen Ling's goal.

But the question is, at this stage, does he really need this skill urgently?

If he were outside Aurora City, Chen Ling would draw the [Crime Judgment] without hesitation, but now that he has entered Aurora City and is surrounded by crises, what he has to do is no longer simply fighting, but more importantly, lurking and hiding... And for For him at the second level, the [Trial Chamber] at the west level is completely sufficient. Even if he draws [Crime Judgment], he will not be able to exert much power with his current mental strength.

Another point is that for the [Judgement] path, the third-level and western-level skills between [Slaughter Dance] and [Inquisition] have already been drawn, so as long as the expectations of the show are not low, he will most likely be the first. He received the fifth-level [Crime Judgment]... But with his extremely high audience expectations this time, any skill he draws can have a large probability of blessing, so it is inevitably a waste to use it here.

Maybe, you can take a gamble yourself?

He just drew a normal skill, and his luck was already bad enough. Chen Ling didn't believe that he would not succeed... This time, he wanted to change the drawn character.

After being mentally prepared, Chen Ling put down her pen and firmly wrote a name on the paper.

——Bai Ye.

The other cards on the table disappeared instantly, leaving only ten cards lined up. Among these ten cards, there are three white, west, blue, and three purple...respectively representing three ordinary skills, and levels one to seven. The seven Shinto skills.

As the cards turned over and entered the shuffling state, all the cards were finally turned upside down and lined up quietly and neatly in front of Chen Ling, waiting for selection.

Chen Ling closed her eyes and randomly selected one for the first time.

A purple light flashed past.

"Skill: [Heart Python]"

"Belongs to: Stealing God Way, [Borrowing the Moon] path, sixth level."

"Character: Bai Ye."

The moment she saw this skill, Chen Ling's heart skipped a beat, followed by a burst of surprise!

Putting aside everything else, getting the sixth-level skill of Stealing God Dao at once is not a loss no matter how you think about it. Sure enough... a person's luck will never go wrong. Chen Ling made the right bet this time.

As the cards disappeared into Chen Ling's body, his expression gradually became subtle...

This skill should be the "memory theft" that impressed Chen Ling the most. On the ship in the frozen sea, Bai relied on this ability to fool the three law enforcement officers into applause. Moreover, "memory theft" seems to be just a matter of mind. Part of the manifestation of "Python", its weirdness and power far exceed Chen Ling's imagination... But the problem is that the consumption of this skill is equally terrifying.

A sixth-level skill, no matter how weak it is, cannot be used skillfully by a second-level skill. He is very worried about how much this skill can be used in his current hands. If he can't use it now after exhausting all his mental energy, then forget it. It's useless.

"I have to find a chance to give it a try..." Chen Ling stood on the stage, thoughtfully.

……

The dark night shrouded the sky above Aurora City, and a figure walked on the deserted street with his hands in his pockets.

During the day, this is one of the most prosperous commercial districts in Aurora City. Almost every shop on both sides has a sign with twinkling stars on the door. That represents the owner behind them and one of the last most powerful organizations in the city, Stars. Chamber of Commerce.

And the target of this figure is the magnificent building at the end of the street, which is the general helm of the Stars Chamber of Commerce.

As he approached, the guards guarding the gate of the main helm soon spotted this mysterious man wearing a peaked cap wandering the streets late at night. A look of wariness appeared on his face, and one of them immediately asked:

"Who are you? You don't know this is..."

"roll."

The brim of the peaked cap was lifted up, and a pair of lazy eyes glanced at these guards. The next moment, these guards trembled slightly, and their pupils began to dilate visibly to the naked eye.

They were like puppets who had lost their memories and goals, standing there blankly, letting Shiro pass by them. When they came to their senses, the figure had disappeared at the door like a ghost.

Bai Ye walked leisurely through the main helm, as if this was the back garden of his home. The security system that the Stars Chamber of Commerce was proud of was useless in front of this Thief Saint.

Bai Ye didn't wander around. After entering the main helm, he headed in a certain direction and finally stopped in a remote courtyard.

His eyes fell on the small square windows on the ground. Beneath this thick layer of ground was the dungeon of the Chamber of Commerce of the Stars.

"That's the goal..."

Shiro muttered to himself.

……

at the same time.

dungeon.

As a low creaking sound sounded, several figures carrying kerosene lamps walked through the dim corridor and stopped in front of a dead cell.

"Jian Changsheng, your death day has come." The leader said leisurely, "The execution table where the soul is broken to search for evidence has been vacant. President Yan has issued a death order. I must make your soul fly away...please?"

The dim moonlight filtered through the skylight and fell on the uneven floor of the dungeon. Jian Changsheng, wearing tattered clothes, sat in front of the moonlight with his eyes extremely calm.

"You can't take me away."

The man sneered, "What are you talking about in your sleep? This is the dungeon of the Chamber of Commerce of the Stars. It is a forbidden area that even law enforcement officers have no right to search. Do you think you still have a way to survive?"

The corners of Jian Changsheng's mouth raised slightly. He glanced at the moonlight above his head and spoke unhurriedly:

"Now that they have passed the information to me, they will not let me be searched for evidence by you again...so this time, you can't take me away."

The man's brows furrowed more and more. He was too lazy to talk nonsense with Jian Changsheng. He asked his men to open the cell door and go in to arrest the person.

But the moment his key was inserted into the keyhole, a white light flashed through the inside of the cell, and the next moment Jian Changsheng's figure disappeared out of thin air in full view of everyone!

"This... how is this possible?!" Several people froze on the spot. They immediately rushed into the cell and searched westward, but they could no longer see him...

"How did he do that?"

"Okay, something happened!"

"Sound the alarm!!!"

Just as everyone was in chaos, Jian Changsheng had passed through the ceiling and landed firmly on the ground...

He looked at the courtyard of the Stars Chamber of Commerce with alarms buzzing around him and froze on the spot.

"Good confidence."

A voice came from the side, and under the moonlight, a figure wearing a peaked cap was leaning lazily against the wall, and slowly said, "If you want to live, we will give you this chance... But will you be able to live next? It’s up to you.”

"Fight your life...show us your worth, and maybe, we will give you a new chance."