I'm not a drama god

With a burst of passionate background music, a table appeared out of thin air in the center of the stage.

"Sure enough... the performance is complete."

Seeing this, Chen Ling walked straight to the table under the spotlight.

The last performance condition for promotion to the Western Stage is to "complete a hearty interactive performance with the participation of the 'audience'." At the beginning, Chen Ling really didn't understand how to get the audience involved and what constituted interaction... But when the revolver was against his temple, he already knew how to accomplish it.

What kind of performance could be more interactive than letting the "audience" take over the body? How could it not be exciting to fight through the realm as a [Chao]?

But the aftereffects of releasing the ridicule disaster were too severe... If he hadn't had his master, if he hadn't had District 3 Chen Ling, he would have been doomed. It was almost impossible to replicate this situation a second time.

Chen Ling walked to the desk, where a piece of white paper was already placed.

"Congratulations on completing your play: Roses, Guns, and a Grand Entrance."

"The highest expectation of the audience for this play: 87%"

As these lines of words appeared, pages of paper appeared out of thin air and gathered into a thick playbook in front of Chen Ling.

"'Roses, Guns, and a Grand Entrance'... that's a good name."

Chen Ling opened the play in his hand. Like the previous few books, it recorded his experiences during this period in detail from a third-person perspective. Some content that was not related to him was blocked by black lines and could not be read.

After turning to the last page, Chen Ling closed it, walked to the bookshelf beside her, and slowly placed the play in her hand to the latest position.

"No Heart", "No One Survives", "When the Embers Fall", "Aurora, Never Dies", "Red Dust Hunter", "Roses, Salutes, and Grand Debut"...

Before he knew it, he had already gone through six plays, and judging by the space left on the bookshelf, there were still quite a few left.

"When will it be the end..."

Chen Ling sighed, and glanced at the densely packed scarlet eyes below the stage, feeling mixed emotions... Although in Jian Changsheng's eyes, his life was as smooth as a cheat and extremely enviable, but who could know the torture and sacrifice behind this?

Being watched all the time, having to perform all the time, his life must be exciting all the time. In the final analysis, he is just a puppet on the stage for people to have fun... Once his performance fails to satisfy the audience, everything will be ruined. Others only need to rely on talent and mental strength to get promoted, but in addition to the above, he also needs to complete dangerous and ridiculous performances again and again.

If you can't complete the performance, you can't get promoted. Only Chen Ling himself knows what he has paid to get to where he is today.

But there is no point in recalling the pain, the actors on the stage must always move forward;

Chen Ling returns to the center of the stage...

It's time to collect the reward for your performance.

"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."

Chen Ling picked up his pen and fell into deep thought;

I was lost in thought. It wasn't because there was nothing to draw, but because there were too many to draw this time... There were several demigods alone:

Yao Qing, leader of the Qingshen Sect, Su Zhiwei, Lord of the Red Dust, Lou Yu, Lord of the Wuji, and Red King of the Huanghun Society, are the ones who destroy the world and put an end to disasters.

Of course, there are many characters below the demigod level that are worth drawing, such as the second and third halls of Fu Sheng Hui... but if you draw them, you can at most draw eighth-level abilities, while if you draw a demigod, there is a possibility of drawing ninth-level abilities, although the probability is extremely low!

After a brief thought, Chen Ling only left himself three options: Yao Qing, Su Zhiwei, and Lou Yu.

Xizai is a disaster. Chen Ling is not very interested in its skills. Moreover, it has a personal grudge against [Mockery]. If it really draws some ability and makes the "audience" dissatisfied with it, things will be troublesome.

The master couldn't draw because Chen Ling didn't know his name. [Nameless Actor] was just a code name.

Chen Ling pondered at the table for five minutes before picking up a pen and writing a name on the paper:

——Lou Yu.

Among the three, Yao Qing and Su Zhiwei are both on our side, especially Su Zhiwei, who finally survived the long river of time... In this case, extracting her abilities will only lead to duplication of our own skills, which is meaningless for the time being. As for Yao Qing, Chen Ling actually has no need to replicate his Su embroidery ability.

On the contrary, Wuji Jun Lou Yu will be in the hostile camp now and in the future. If I steal his ability, I may be able to check and balance him.

The next moment, the piece of white paper with Lou Yu's name on it disappeared...

Eleven cards were sketched out of thin air, floating silently in the air.

"Two life skills, nine unique monarch-level skills... It's time to rely on fate."

Chen Ling muttered to himself, and when the eleven cards were turned over and shuffled, he closed his eyes and tapped on one of the cards at random.

As the other cards disappeared, the only card left was emitting a faint silver light!

Perhaps because the highest expectation value was very high this time, Chen Ling did not have the bad luck to draw the life skill, but successfully drew one of the Nine Lords skills... Seeing this scene, Chen Ling was completely relieved.

Each of Jiujun’s skills is a treasure, so this wave is definitely worth it.

As the card turned over, several lines of information appeared in front of Chen Ling:

"Skills: [Material Mechanics and Material Ultimate Strength]"

"Belonging: Material Science, Chapter 5."

"Character: Lou Yu."

Chen Ling:......

Sure enough, these people doing scientific research all have the same skills.

As the card turned into a stream of light and penetrated into his body, Chen Ling suddenly felt as if knowledge was being forced into his brain... It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"This skill is quite interesting." Chen Ling raised his eyebrows slightly.

The last time he drew from Aurora-kun, he had drawn a non-combat auxiliary skill, but this time, the material mechanics was a very practical combat skill for him.

Thank you for the gift from Wujijun.

Just as Chen Ling was about to think about the specific application of this skill, a strange feeling came to his heart. He frowned and immediately shifted his consciousness away from the theater and returned to reality.

……

Gray world.

Chen Ling, who was dozing off, suddenly opened his eyes.

The thick murderous aura in the air almost condensed into substance, surging like mist... Even Chen Ling, when he sensed this chilling murderous intent, felt his hair stand on end and his muscles tensed, as if he was facing a formidable enemy!

He stepped on the stone without hesitation, and quickly retreated with a burst of explosions, stopping only after he was dozens of meters away...

His eyes were fixed on the figure that was slowly rising up in the murderous fog.

"This is...the realm?"