I'm not a drama god

In the public eye,

Chen Ling walked through the audience and headed straight to the bottom of the stage.

Although his face had returned to normal, his body still looked like a shadow of the audience. He stared at the stage with a frown, and took a step forward to try to step onto it...

thump—

An invisible wall seemed to separate him from the stage, and he was knocked back.

"Have I become a spectator too..." Chen Ling's expression was extremely subtle, "I never thought that one day, this wall would also stop me..."

When Chen Ling was on stage, the west wall was a means to prevent the audience from interfering with the performance, and it was also Chen Ling's safety guarantee... but he never expected that this wall would one day block him and prevent him from intervening in the performance.

At the moment the west wall bounced it back, "Chen Ling" on the stage seemed to have noticed something and suddenly woke up from the performance.

His gaze fell on the stage below, and when he saw Chen Ling, his eyes were full of disbelief!

"It's you?!"

"How is this possible... You have clearly turned back into a 'spectator', how can you still have self-awareness?!"

Chen Ling looked at him coldly, stretched out one hand towards the stage again, and spoke slowly:

"Give me back my stage!"

"You're delusional."

Boom-!

Chen Ling's palm was bounced away again.

Seeing this, "Chen Ling" on the stage sneered, "On a stage, there can only be one protagonist... As long as I am still standing here, as long as this wall still exists, you can only be my audience forever!"

Chen Ling attacked the west wall many times, but each time ended in failure.

In the final analysis, he had already fallen off the stage and became one of the vast "audience"... and since he was an "audience", he had to abide by the rules of this theater. Even a terrifying existence like the [Mockery] Disaster could not go on stage at will, let alone him?

Amid the sneer of "Chen Ling", Chen Ling's strength was gradually exhausted, and the continuous setbacks made the audience's interest gradually disappear.

[Audience Expectation Value-1]

"Damn..."

Pairs of black hands stretched out from the audience seats behind Chen Ling again, just like when they dragged him off the stage, pulling him away from the stage little by little and moving him back towards the audience seats.

Chen Ling certainly couldn't just sit there and wait for death. He struggled madly, trying to get rid of these dark waves.

But at the same time, the facial features that had finally recovered were slowly sinking into darkness...only the apricot red in the corners of the eyes was still as bright as fire.

"You have fallen off the stage, Chen Ling."

Seeing this, the corners of Chen Ling's mouth unconsciously rose.

"No... You are not Chen Ling. You are just an 'audience member A' now. I am the real Chen Ling."

The stage gradually receded in front of Chen Ling's eyes. His apricot-red eyes stared at "Chen Ling" in a bright red costume, seemingly filled with anger and unwillingness... But endless darkness began to obscure his vision, as if someone stretched out his hands and covered his eyes from behind.

There was darkness before his eyes.

……

Avoid disasters in the belly, it is a place for sacrifices to gods.

"Chen Ling" tore through the interlaced light and shadows with his hands bit by bit, and staggered out in a bright red costume... His face was pale, but his eyes were full of disdain and ridicule. He looked at the master not far away and laughed:

"What do you think I am? A villain in a cheesy romance drama? Just throw some flashbacks and say 'love and bonds' and I'm going to die?

Stupid! Delusion!!

I've said it before, your Lao Liu will never come back! This body and everything in it are mine!!"

Jian Changsheng's face turned a little ugly when he saw this... Although he didn't understand how this guy could be so confident and arrogant while wearing shackles, he still felt a little worried for Chen Ling.

"Senior Red King...Is Red Heart really not coming back?"

The master smiled faintly.

He was wearing a theatrical robe and walking slowly forward on the ruins. At the same time, a demigod-level mental power madly burst out from under his feet and poured into those complex and mysterious characters!

Circles of runes lit up at the place of sacrifice, and the ancient witch civilization began to revive. Even without the lighting flames in the sky, it was still as bright as day here!

A mysterious aura began to spread over the altar...

"You are wrong." The master spoke slowly.

Seeing his master's behavior, the arrogance in Chen Ling's eyes suddenly disappeared. He became serious and looked at Xi Zhou vigilantly.

"This body, from the beginning, did not belong to you... nor did it belong to Lao Liu." The master came to the last mysterious symbol and raised his foot. "You want to control this body, control the stage, maybe... you should ask another person for advice."

"What do you think, Chen Ling?"

Boom——! !

The master stepped down heavily with his feet!!

Amidst the earth-shattering humming, a corner of the Wushen Dao surged out from the center of the divine sacrifice site, and a soul sealed in the deepest part of Chen Ling's memory actually began to resonate with it...

In the theater, a pair of eyes emitting a faint purple hue opened silently.

……

"Ayan..."

"Ayan!"

In the darkness, Chen Ling felt as if he was calling out something subconsciously. His heavy eyelids slowly opened, and when he saw the surrounding scene, he suddenly froze in place.

This is his home in the third zone of the Aurora Realm.

Familiar lights, familiar room, familiar snowflakes outside the window, and... familiar boy.

The scattered snow fluttered outside the window, and the biting cold enveloped the earth... Chen Yan, who was wearing pajamas, was curled up in the quilt. He opened his eyes sleepily and looked in his own direction.

At this moment, Chen Ling was skillfully folding clothes for Chen Yan, and spoke gently:

"Brother has to go to the hospital in District 2 today. I've left your clothes here. There are steamed buns in the steamer. Just stay at home, okay? It's very cold outside today. We'll leave soon, and you can sleep a little longer."

Is this yourself talking?

Chen Ling suddenly seemed to realize something.

He looked towards the window beside Chen Yan's bed, and saw the reflection of the entire room reflected on the window surface amidst the white snow... In the center of his vision, a young man in a worn cotton coat was skillfully helping Chen Yan fold his clothes.

He looks exactly like Chen Ling, but that is not Chen Ling...

That was the original owner of this identity before he traveled through time…that is, Chen Yan’s original brother, Chen Ling from District 3.

Chen Ling was extremely familiar with the scene in front of him. He had seen this memory when he used the True Self Mirror in Xidao Guzang, but at that time he was in the perspective of Chen Yan on the bed...

This time, he substituted Chen Ling from District 3.

"Brother, has your illness worsened again?"

He smiled slightly, reached out his hand, and touched Chen Yan's hair:

"No, just going to check again."

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Did you receive a call from Lin Qiye/Zhao Kongcheng/Zhuaige today? (dog head)

The animation of Zhan Shen is scheduled to be released on July 7st, and the trailer has been released. You can search for "Zhan Shen" on the Tomato app to watch it first and make a reservation~