I'm not a drama god

This was a natural disaster, a tragic event that will be forever recorded in history.

Even Fang Liangye, who had read about this rare earthquake in history books, was filled with unspeakable horror as he witnessed the disaster unfold before his own eyes and the city was torn into ruins in an instant.

Chen Ling had seen hell on earth, the cold disaster in the Aurora Realm, and the war in the Red Dust Realm, but these disasters had precursors and did not appear suddenly... But it was different here. A second ago, it was peaceful and harmonious here. Children were laughing and playing in school, the elderly were napping at home, and the young were sweating for their future...

The next second, tens of millions of lives were buried under the rubble.

The shrill alarm was still echoing among the ruins. It took Chen Ling a long time to come back to his senses. He subconsciously wanted to do something, but his figure just floated through everything like a ghost that did not exist in this time.

"Damn..." Chen Ling muttered to herself.

He entered the past of the Nuo mask and could only move around it. His bright red robe fell step by step towards the ruins. As he approached, a painful groan sounded from the ruins.

"it hurts……"

This is Shen Nan's voice.

Thick floor slabs and wall fragments were piled up in a mess, each weighing hundreds of pounds, like a heavy, dark grave. At the bottom of the ruins, a figure was stuck in a crack in the ground, with half of his body pressed down by the fallen rocks, turning into a pool of bloody mud.

Shen Nan could hardly feel the existence of that half of his body. Only the unprecedented pain was stimulating his scalp. He struggled to push the boulder away, but no matter how hard he tried, the boulder did not move at all.

Dark and narrow. The dust in the air irritated Shen Nan's nasal cavity, causing him to cough violently... He didn't know where he was, nor which direction to go to get out. The fear of the unknown and the incompleteness of his body made him panic.

"Dad..." Shen Nan called out hoarsely, like a desperate person about to drown, calling out for his last hope.

"Dad…is that you? Are you there?"

There was dead silence in the suffocating darkness.

Shen Nan couldn't see anything, but in Chen Ling's perspective, a figure slightly higher than Shen Nan had his lungs pierced by broken steel bars. He wanted to breathe air in pain, but could only open his mouth wide and continuously cough up scarlet blood from his throat.

He heard Shen Nan's cry for help below him, but no matter how hard he tried, he was unable to respond.

But even so, the sound of weak struggle was particularly clear in the dead silence. Shen Nan heard the movement from above, and while opening his mouth, he reached out his hand with difficulty to grab there.

"Dad...are you okay?"

He used his fingertips to feel around, but his arms were scratched by sharp fragments. He uttered a soft cry, and blood flowed in the darkness...

Shen Nan gritted his teeth and grabbed one of the fragments, only to find that it was not glass, but a fragment of a Nuo mask.

The earthquake not only collapsed the house, but also crushed my father's workshop to pieces. Hundreds of completed or unfinished Nuo masks were turned into countless pieces and were crushed among the ruins.

"Dad... hold on a little longer, someone will come to rescue us soon." Shen Nan had completely lost consciousness on the half of his body that was crushed, and slowly, everything in front of his eyes began to go black.

He knew that it was almost impossible for him to leave here, so he could only breathe as deeply as possible.

"Dad... our teacher said that we shouldn't be afraid when an earthquake occurs... we should try to create some noise. If there are people around, they will come to rescue us immediately."

Shen Nan reached out and grabbed a piece of the Nuo mask fragment, then gritted his teeth and knocked it against the huge rock beside him, making a series of muffled sounds that echoed among the ruins.

Boom--boom--boom...

No one passed by, no one responded, and now the whole city has become ruins. Who can rescue them first?

But Shen Nan did not give up. He continued to strike again and again. Blood spread out under his body and his arms became heavier and heavier, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Dad... hold on a little longer... wait until I get out, I'll have something amazing to show you..."

"I can...definitely..."

Shen Nan's face became paler and paler. Due to the massive blood loss, his consciousness gradually became blurred and he finally fainted completely.

In the darkness, the only sound left was the dripping blood.

Chen Ling kept frowning and watching everything. He was just a "spectator" and couldn't intervene. But judging from the current situation, Shen Nan and his son were doomed to die.

Just when Chen Ling was wondering where his chance of survival was, he seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up at the sky...

A purple star slowly lit up.

"The Shendao Star of Wushendao... is it here to find Shen Nan?" Chen Ling murmured to himself, "No, that's not right..."

Shen Nan now has a divine path of drama. Even if his talent in the path of witchcraft is high, he will not be favored by another divine path... So, the goal of this divine path star is...

Chen Ling's gaze fell on the man with a pierced lung.

At the same time, the man seemed to sense something, and his dying eyes slightly raised. Even though his body was pressed down by the heavy rubble, he seemed to see the star approaching him.

Countless fragments of Nuo masks were spread around him like thorns, and the faint purple light was like divine charm descended from heaven, enveloping him and those Nuo masks with a hint of divinity.

The man's gaze changed from surprise to bitterness, and finally to deep helplessness... He did not accept the favor of Wushendao, but turned his head with difficulty to look down at Shen Nan, whose half body was crushed.

Shen Nan's breathing gradually became weaker, and his life was like a candle in the wind, and it seemed that it would soon be extinguished.

The man pursed his lips slightly, and looked back at the star, his eyes full of pleading...

He stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed at Shen Nan.

He didn't speak or make any sound, but his eyes and fingers showed what he was thinking... He wanted to give Wushendao to his son.

But Shinto is not a gift given casually, and it will not change its target because of his prayers. In the end, Shinto still chose the man, and a faint purple light poured into his body.

"We have the Drama God Dao, and we have the Wu God Dao as well..." Chen Ling narrowed his eyes seriously when he saw this, "So, the next step is the key..."

The next moment, in front of Chen Ling’s astonished gaze, the man who had obtained the Wushen Dao cut his wrists without hesitation.

Blood flowed down his arm. He struggled to move his body, letting the steel fragments cut into his internal organs. His fingertips stretched out towards the corner of the ruins with difficulty...

There, a hideous Nuo mask was lying quietly in the dust.