I'm not a drama god

"Lord Wuji."

Seeing Wuji Jun in a black robe walking towards them, several knights immediately lowered their heads and spoke respectfully.

Wuji Jun glanced at them lightly.

"Guard the Eternal Palace well and don't let anyone get close to it, understand?"

"Yes!"

Several knights responded firmly.

They knew Wuji Jun's iron-blooded hand. Just now, they watched their colleague's head being crushed by the helmet because he did not follow Wuji Jun's orders. How could they dare to be negligent at this time?

These knights in armor are not Shinto, but just strong ordinary people. However, with the help of armor, they can exert good combat effectiveness and maintain order... In fact, since the establishment of the Eternal Realm, Wuji Jun has expelled all Shinto owners and created a country with only ordinary people.

After all, if Wujijun wants to create a fair utopia, there must be no power higher than the people. Wujijun can erase himself through the crown and achieve absolute fairness, but these Shinto owners may not be able to remain consistent.

Wuji Jun took a step forward, and the next moment he arrived above the Eternal Realm, looking with deep eyes at the Gray Realm not far away.

Extremely fine cracks spread across the surface. Although everything seemed normal to the naked eye, Wuji Jun could feel that a powerful and dense aura of disaster was moving underground along with the Eternal Realm.

Although the Eternal Realm floats high in the sky, its size is so huge that its movement speed is extremely slow. The disasters of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss can follow the Eternal Realm closely without any effort, just like chewing gum stuck to the sole of a shoe, which cannot be removed.

Looking at the ghost-ridden disasters underground, Wuji Jun showed no expression. He would not bother to kill these disasters. If they wanted to follow him, then let them follow...

Anyway, they can't threaten the Eternal Realm.

Just as Wuji Jun was about to leave, he suddenly let out a light exclamation and stopped.

The disasters that were following closely underground suddenly seemed to have received some kind of instructions. They abandoned the Eternal Realm and turned around to rush in another direction.

The location of the Eternal Realm now spans the entire Ghost-Mocking Abyss. Logically, even if these disasters want to go back, they should go south... But now the route of these disasters is to continue going deeper into the Gray Realm.

They don’t chase after the Eternal Realm, nor do they return to the Ghostly Abyss... Where are they going?

Wuji Jun frowned slightly, his gaze following the direction the disasters had left, looking towards the void in the distance...

"……Um?"

Deep in the gray world, even farther than the Ghostly Abyss, in the direction where many disasters left, a mysterious and chaotic aura spread silently.

……

Snapped--!

"Are you still running around?!"

Snapped--! !

"If your mother hadn't rushed to save you immediately, you would have been eaten by that devil, you know that!!"

Snapped--! !

"You dare to mess with anyone... I'm so pissed off! From today on, you're confined to your house! You're not allowed to go out for a month! Do you hear me?!"

In the Eternal Realm, in an unremarkable single-family house, bright lights illuminated the living room as bright as day. Along with bursts of angry shouts from men, the screams of twelve or thirteen-year-old children rang out one after another.

In the corner of the living room, a woman was crying with her face covered. She was the mother who had begged Chen Ling on the street not long ago, asking him to spare her child.

Although the mother had escaped from danger at this time, she had not yet recovered from the horrific and dangerous environment. When she thought about the child she had raised with great difficulty who almost died, tears fell down her face.

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me, Dad! My butt hurts so much..."

"How can I teach you a lesson if it doesn't hurt? I'll let you mess with anyone!"

"But... why do I feel that he is not a bad person..."

“??? Damn it, you little brat, you really want to die, don’t you?! Do you know who he is?!”

Snap, snap, snap—! !

The soles of the shoes slapped the boy's buttocks like a storm, and the pig-slaughtering screams rang out again.

This love education lasted until late at night, until the boy's cries became weak. The man then stopped and took the crying woman back to the room to sleep.

The boy covered his butt and returned to his room. After locking the door, he cursed softly and limped back to the bed to lie down... Perhaps his butt was hit too hard, and as soon as it touched the bed, he couldn't help but groan, and then lay on it silently.

The hazy starlight filtered through the white curtains, barely illuminating a corner of the dim room. The boy closed his eyes, but perhaps because his butt was too painful or for some other reason, he couldn't fall asleep at all.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Chen Ling's ruby-like, deep and mysterious eyes unconsciously emerged from his mind...

Who is he?

Why is everyone so afraid of him?

If only I could scare everyone...that old man, Deng, wouldn't dare to spank me like this anymore.

As the boy thought this, he tried to turn over to sleep, but the next second, he felt like something hit his arms, poking his ribs and causing pain.

"what?"

He undressed, and something suddenly fell out of his arms, landing on the bed with a dull thud.

When the boy saw that thing, he was stunned.

The hazy starlight twinkles silently...

A revolver engraved with mysterious patterns lay quietly on the white sheets.

"This is……"

The boy was stunned. He had no idea where the gun came from... He and his friends had indeed been playing a shooting game in the alley before, but they had only used a branch. He remembered that he had kicked the branch into his arms and ran out, then bumped into the figure in the costume...

How did it turn into such a cool revolver in the blink of an eye?

The pure white gauze curtains moved without wind, as if a gust of wind from nothingness blew the boy's mind away...

For some reason, a strong urge suddenly arose in his heart. He reached out and grasped the handle of the revolver, slowly picking it up.

The revolver was heavy, loaded with a bullet that had been prepared long ago, and looked like a real thing.

The boy stood up and subconsciously turned to look at the dressing mirror on the cabinet door.

In the dim reflection of the mirror, he stood there quietly, revolver in hand... White gauze fluttered, and behind him, a shadow wearing a red robe with black patterns appeared.

He just stood quietly behind her, his ruby-like eyes captivating in the darkness.

A voice sounded faintly from behind the boy:

"You're not afraid of me..."

"you……"

"Want to be me."