I'm not a drama god

"You're still fighting in a group?!!!"

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling was so angry that her lungs were about to explode.

This black-robed actor was stronger than him in terms of speed, strength, and physique, but he could still incite the audience around him to attack him. This was not only unethical, but also blatant cheating! !

From the very beginning, the audience here didn't want them to compete fairly... From the very beginning, they wanted Chen Ling to die!

But no matter how angry Chen Ling was, she could not change the current situation. As expectations continued to decline, countless audiences rushed to Chen Ling. Before this, Chen Ling had already been exhausted by a large wave of audiences, and then was seriously injured by the black-robed actor. He lost a hand and his head almost fell off.

No matter how good Chen Ling is at fighting, one fist cannot defeat a hundred hands.

Fists one after another rained down on the man in the red costume, and ferocious mouths bit Chen Ling's body, leaving him riddled with holes. Chen Ling couldn't kill everyone, so he could only keep eating the audience to barely recover his strength. However, in the process, the surging negative emotions kept hitting his mind.

On the dimly lit stage, Chen Ling's body and spirit collapsed one after another, as if she was sinking into an endless purgatory from which there was no escape!

His consciousness gradually blurred, and in the end he even stopped thinking, leaving only the purest brutality and fighting instinct. Fighting among the endless audience, he stumbled and faltered, like a fragmented actor who was about to disappear from this world.

At this moment, a figure in a pitch-black robe flashed behind Chen Ling, who was fighting like a machine...

puff--! !

A pitch-black hand pierced through Chen Ling's chest.

Chen Ling's body suddenly stiffened, and the one arm that was barely fighting was frozen in the air... He tried hard to look back, but as the black-robed Xiying swung his hand, his neck, which was already half broken, was cut off directly, and a head rolled to the ground.

The headless body in a red costume fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound.

Seeing Chen Ling fall, the audience around were like crazy, excitedly wanting to share Chen Ling's body, but the next moment, the strange black pupils of the black-robed actor burst into a cold light, and he kicked over a dozen spectators and kicked them under the stage.

As Chen Ling lost his fighting power, the audience and the black-robed actor, who were originally in the same camp, suddenly turned against each other and fought for Chen Ling's "body"!

But the black-robed actor was too powerful. In addition, most of the audience had been consumed by Chen Ling, while the black-robed actor, who was reaping the benefits, was not hurt at all. The situation was almost a one-sided crushing. A large number of the audience could only stare at the black-robed actor in anger and unwillingness, and then were ruthlessly knocked off the stage.

After a period of fighting, only a black shadow in a costume was left standing alone on the empty stage.

At this time, the spotlights had completely regained their brightness, and all the light was focused on the shadow in the black robe. However, the black robe seemed to be able to swallow the light, and it was like a human-shaped abyss on the stage...

The black-robed actor did not throw Chen Ling off the stage. Instead, he looked down at the headless body at his feet. A hint of desire and excitement flashed across his blurry face!

Now, he is just a fake that was vomited out from Chen Ling's body... But as long as he slowly devours Chen Ling's body, he can completely deprive him of everything and replace him as the new "Mockery"!

But before that...

The black-robed actor raised his hand and lightly snapped his fingers.

Snapped--

As a burst of passionate music sounded, a neatly-made desk appeared out of nowhere under the spotlight.

“Congratulations on completing the play, Only Me.”

“The highest audience expectation for this play: ??%”

"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."

The black-robed actor defeated Chen Ling and completed his unique performance conditions... Now, it's time for him to take his own reward.

As a piece of white paper appeared in front of the black-robed Xiying, he slowly raised his hand and wrote a name...

Or,

A string of symbols.

That was not a script from any civilization on Earth. Its structure was complex and long. It took Hei Pao Xiying a full fifteen seconds to write this symbol that almost exceeded the limit of the paper...

And the moment he put down his pen, several dark purple cards carved with mysterious patterns appeared in front of him.

Different from all the skills Chen Ling had drawn before, these cards exuded an indescribable aura of horror...that was not the aura of a human.

The man in black robe randomly clicked on one of them.

"Skill: [??? (Thought Storm)]"

“Belongs to:???????”

“Characters: ??????????? (The lonely island nightmare of the ever-sleeping storm, the strange ghost at the end of thoughts)”

This card was also filled with a mysterious language that did not belong to Earth, but after the skill and character logos, there were some translatable words… but the black-robed Xiying didn’t even look at them and put this skill card in his arms.

On the blurred face, the corners of his mouth were raised in a hideous smile, and his eyes seemed full of mockery.

then,

His palm stretched straight toward the curtain leading to the real world...

……

Underground palace.

The surging red clouds suddenly stopped, and the aura of destruction that filled the air suddenly seemed to be guided by something and quickly swept back towards the direction of the throne!

The red cloud turned into countless scarlet tentacles and retreated back under the black hem of the theatrical robe. As the bullet hole on the temple gradually disappeared, a slightly blurry face slowly straightened its head, and the shark-like scarlet and exaggerated corners of its mouth stretched directly to the ears.

"Ka...Keke...Ha...Haha..."

"Ha ha……"

"Hahahahahahaha!!!"

He seemed to want to laugh, but he seemed not yet accustomed to the vocal cords of this body. After several attempts, he finally uttered a laugh close to that of a human. In the empty underground palace, the laughter echoed and was extremely creepy!

The black-robed Xiying looked down at his palms. As the skill was activated, an invisible storm gathered directly from his palms and rolled out along his thoughts!

Rumor has it that if you have heard the story of Thought Disaster, you will establish a connection with it; and if you have seen Thought Disaster with your own eyes, it will be able to follow your thoughts, penetrate into your dreams, and kill you... Now, Black Robe Xiying has the same authority.

This storm of thoughts seemed to be able to ignore space, and instantly swept across the entire Gray Realm, and even the major human realms...

In the mind of the black-robed Xiying, a large number of bright and dark light spots lit up silently in the storm.