I'm not a drama god

It was an existence that was incompatible with other consciousnesses.

While all the audience were scrambling like crazy for control of the body, that consciousness seemed to have completely erased its own desires. There was no pure malice, no desire for control of the body, and no violent or playful emotions...

He seemed to have completely gotten rid of the definition of "ridiculous disaster" and became a sober and independent personality.

This is almost impossible for Chao Zai...

Because malice, violence, and mockery are like instincts engraved in the genes of ridicule. All consciousness born here will be affected by these things, but that consciousness is an exception.

The moment it saw that consciousness, a glimmer of hope finally appeared in Sizai's almost collapsed thoughts, and it rushed towards that consciousness without hesitation!

It wants to awaken Chen Ling's consciousness and make him the master of this body again!

Chen Ling's consciousness is special. He stripped away all the negative genes that Chaos Zai should have, and therefore lost his absolute control over Chaos Zai's abilities. As long as he becomes the master of this body again, Chaos Zai's threat will be greatly reduced, and he will fall back to the seventh level...

If you can't defeat the ridicule of the disaster in its heyday, then make it weaker artificially.

This is Si Zai's only hope for a comeback.

The storm of thoughts quickly enveloped the consciousness of Chen Ling, who was sitting alone. At the same time, from the perspective of the stage, a storm the size of a head appeared from nowhere and slowly floated to the first row of audience seats under the stage...

The only figure sitting quietly in the audience seemed to have noticed something and looked upward in confusion.

After becoming a spectator, Chen Ling's consciousness, like his facial features, had been assimilated by the disaster. His thoughts were fuzzy and muddled... He vaguely sensed that the storm seemed to want to help him return to the stage, but the instinct engraved in Chen Ling's heart made him choose to resist.

He doesn't want to go on stage.

The storm suddenly surged up, as if it was half dead with anger.

Si Zai didn't care whether Chen Ling wanted it or not. If it didn't drag Chen Ling onto the stage, it would die soon. In the real world outside, its old body was still being beaten violently by the mad Zhao Zai.

The storm was like clouds, surging above Chen Ling's head, who had turned into a spectator. It was stirring up the deepest desires in this consciousness in order to control him... This was what Si Zai was best at.

At this moment, countless figures flashed before Chen Ling's eyes.

The 6-character generation, senior brothers and sisters, Han Meng, Zhao Yi, Yang Xiao, Lu Xun, Su Zhiwei, Huang Suyue, Xiao Tao, Xiao Bai...

The figure sitting quietly in the first row of the audience began to tremble slightly, and then, pulled by the storm of thoughts, staggered forward step by step.

A look of joy emerged from Si Zai's storm, and he immediately turned around and rushed towards the stage regardless of everything!

In front of this rampaging storm of thoughts, the audience members, who were completely black, were washed off the stage one by one. These scattered personalities were unable to effectively resist this strange ghost who controlled the spiritual world.

But as more and more audience members were knocked off the stage by it, the lights on the stage suddenly flickered, as if the subconscious of the disaster had already sensed its arrival. Those consciousnesses that were originally still fighting among themselves turned their heads to look at the storm at the edge of the stage...

The densely packed audience, like a dark wave on the stage, surges towards the storm of thoughts!

One after another, they crashed into the thought storm. Although they would all be bounced away in the end, the existence of the thought storm gradually faded from being solid at the beginning, as if resisting these crazy disaster-ridiculing consciousnesses would also have an impact on itself.

But Si Zai did not retreat at all. At this moment, Chen Ling's consciousness was walking behind it. It was not paving the way for Chen Ling, but for its own life...

Boom boom boom boom——! !

In the real world, Chao Zai, wearing a theatrical robe, smashed the thick wall of words with a slap. His figure flashed towards the old figure like a ghost, and his big red paper umbrella opened like a red cloud covering the sky...

The figure, with blood flowing from all seven orifices and vitality as weak as a candle in the wind, was dodging Chaozai's attacks with great effort, his body tottering in the strong winds that were stirred up by Chaozai's every move.

The figure in the costume raised his hand and waved. Everything around him was like a rewound movie, quickly flowing backwards. The old figure, who had finally flashed away several kilometers away, flew back uncontrollably in front of Chao Zai, his bloodshot eyes filled with despair.

boom--! ! !

The robed figure threw a punch, and Si Zai's old body went straight through the entire ruins of the realm like lightning. Hundreds of wreckages of buildings were pierced and collapsed.

Dust billowed up in the air. In that hideous and terrifying pit, the old figure was almost torn apart, and his aura was like a candle in the wind...

on the stage,

The storm of thoughts that desperately rushed forward became increasingly dim and transparent.

But at this moment, it had already cleared out almost all the spectators on its path head-on. It was like a desperate warrior, protecting Chen Ling's consciousness, determined to support the new king to take the throne.

But as Chen Ling was about to step onto the stage, a hint of clarity suddenly appeared in his dazed eyes, and he turned around and walked straight towards the audience.

Si Zai: ????? ????? ????

This strange ghost at the end of its thoughts had never been so defeated before. It even felt that Chen Ling was deliberately teasing it and was so angry that it almost exploded on the spot.

Si Zai had finally achieved this point and saw hope of survival. How could he be willing to fail at this moment?

It squeezed out its remaining strength and rushed to Chen Ling who was trying to return to the audience. The storm of thoughts that had already dimmed and lightless suddenly exploded! !

The terrifying impact force directly blew away Chen Ling's consciousness when he was halfway there. Compared to a world-destroying creature that specialized in the spiritual world, his consciousness was still too fragile, and his entire body flew into the air uncontrollably...

Then he fell heavily onto the empty stage.

thump--!

The next second, the flickering spotlights on the stage came on again.

……

The red clouds in the sky gradually faded, and the figure in the costume that had been flickering above the dying Si Zai suddenly shook, and the terrifying pressure of destroying the world began to roll back into his body...

The dark skin receded visibly, and a fair and flawless face was exposed to the air.

His body swayed and he lost his support and fell to the ground.

Chen Ling felt as if his consciousness had been thrown into a washing machine for half an hour. Everything around him was spinning. He endured the headache and recalled the vague memories just now. His pupils shrank slightly...

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the terrifying deep pit that ran through the earth.

An old and broken body slowly crawled onto the ground.