I'm not a drama god

In the darkness, a glimmer of clarity reappeared in Chen Ling's mind.

This is……

Chen Ling felt the flash of red light. The light itself did not seem to contain any power. It was like a light palm that crossed the void, patted his head, and woke him up from his coma.

Although it was only for a moment, Chen Ling felt a familiar breath from the faint light.

Is it the Red King?

Did he know he was in trouble?

Although Chen Ling had countless questions at this moment, now was not the time to delve into them. His head fell on the stage, and he could see through the curtain that "himself" was carrying the imprisoned Wu Yi and walking towards a room in the underground palace.

Chen Ling lost the fight just now, but he was not willing to accept the defeat;

The black-robed actor first hid in the dark, letting the endless audience consume his physical strength, letting the negative emotions after eating into the audience interfere with his rationality, and then he launched a thunderous attack to fight with him. Seeing that he had managed to turn the situation around a little with his ruthlessness, he hid behind the crowd again, and finally found an opportunity to sneak attack him.

Chen Ling did not lose to the black-robed actor, but to the almost complete ridicule disaster except herself.

Chen Ling could accept death, but could not accept being plotted against in such a vicious way, let alone being controlled by this dark personality.

Chen Ling has been burdened with mostly insults and false accusations along the way, and there are only a few people who give him warmth and trust. He cannot accept that this dark personality uses his identity to erase everything.

But...how can he turn the tables?

Although his consciousness was awakened by the Red King, his head was separated from his body after all. Even if he could barely stand up, the black-robed shadow outside would probably sense it at the first moment.

With my current state, there is no way I could be his opponent.

Chen Ling's brain was working rapidly. He kept recalling everything that had happened, trying to find a glimmer of hope.

at this time,

A voice emerged from memory:

"According to the latest fusion theory, the similarity between humans and Disaster in biological DNA is 47.83%, which is only 1% higher than yeast. So in terms of the physical body, we are very different from Disaster... But research has found that Disaster also releases brain waves similar to human consciousness, and the overlap is as high as 95%."

"This means that under certain conditions, humans can become entangled in consciousness with disasters, and may even be able to completely replace the consciousness of disasters!"

"And this process is called [Destroying Evil] in the fusion school's theory!"

"..."

"Last class, we focused on Aurora Lord Yang Xiao."

"...Yang Xiao is the most special one among the Nine Lords. His specialness does not lie in the strength of his power, but in his ability itself... He is the only one among the Nine Lords who can control souls."

"In "Basic Principles of Fusion Theory 2", we talked about the fact that the fusion of humans and disasters is essentially an entanglement of souls and a fight of consciousness. The current fusion technology is difficult to break through because the human soul is at a disadvantage in front of the disaster soul. Even if the human consciousness has the upper hand for a short period of time, it will be backfired sooner or later."

"But in theory, Yang Xiao's ability can solve this problem. He can decompose the consciousness of the disaster from the soul level, leaving it in a 'blank' state without independent thoughts, like an empty shell. This way, humans can have absolute control over the disaster..."

The entanglement of souls, the fight of consciousness...

Chen Ling suddenly thought that on this stage, all the "audience" were essentially souls with independent consciousness, so even if he was beheaded, he would not die. He would only disappear if he was swallowed up... and that was why Chen Ling's skills could not be used here.

What if it is an ability that acts directly on the soul?

A gleam of brilliance flashed in Chen Ling's gray eyes!

"Communication Equipment and Principles of Electromagnetic Induction" is only a third-level skill, which can only work on external electronic equipment and cannot work on the soul itself... But now, Chen Ling still has one chance.

The headless body raised its fingertips with difficulty and lightly tapped the corner of the screen on the stage!

Thump-thump-thump! !

The next moment, passionate music sounded from the stage again!

"Congratulations on completing the play, The Lonely King."

"The highest expectation of the audience for this play: 69%"

"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."

When Chen Ling left the South Sea Realm, he had already completed the sixth-level advanced performance, but the final skill extraction reward was not settled. That was the method that his many performance experiences taught him...

And now, this will be his last hope for a comeback!

Almost at the same time when Chen Ling started the reward redemption, the black-robed Xiying who had just locked Wu Yi on the long metal table was slightly startled.

At this time, Wu Yi was struggling frantically. On the wall in front of him, there were many pincers flashing with strange luster, extremely hot wax, and poisonous whips that were strong enough to break the shell. They were like the eight special crab pieces for eating crabs. This was a set of "disassembly" tools specially used to torture centipedes.

The black-robed actor seemed to have realized something and flew into a rage. He immediately put down the pliers that were about to tear Wu Yi off and immersed himself in the theater...

But in this short gap,

Chen Ling, who had fallen to the ground, had tried his best to get under the neatly-standing table.

Just as Mr. Ye said, the third time of beheading the evil spirit is extremely dangerous, especially since the one he is going to kill is the King of Disasters, which is equivalent to snatching food from a tiger's mouth... This is a war with a survival rate of less than 3%, or even less than 1%!

On this tragic stage, the only one he can rely on is himself.

Chen Ling roared and kicked over the table, grabbed the falling paper, and wrote a name in a flamboyant manner!

——【Yang Xiao】!!

"Damn!!!"

The figure in black robe appeared in front of Chen Ling almost instantly, and kicked Chen Ling directly in the chest with great force!

The black-robed actor's anger was so visibly evident this time that he kicked Chen Ling's chest so hard that a large indentation occurred. The latter hit the curtain like a sandbag and let out a painful groan.

The black-robed Xiying was too arrogant. He didn't expect Chen Ling's consciousness to awaken so quickly. He also didn't expect that after being beaten like this by him, he could still move his body by will. Seeing the piece of paper that had dissipated in the air, the black-robed Xiying felt like he was being teased!

"No matter what abilities you acquire, you can't change the current situation!" The black-robed actor said grimly.

"Originally I wanted to keep you for a while, but now it seems that you are courting death... I don't care even if you have a split personality. Today, I must devour you!!"