I'm not a drama god

Boom——! !

A thunderclap exploded amidst the endless dark clouds. Zhuozai felt a howling wind rush towards him, and a human figure with lightning flashing in his eyes had already appeared in front of him!

"Why……"

A deep, painful sound emanated from Cangyun Jun's throat.

"Why did you have to push us to this point?!"

boom--! !

The calamity reacted extremely quickly, with a large number of roots surging in front of it, forming a giant cocoon to protect itself. However, the next moment, the lightning bolts seemed like an irresistible divine punishment, furiously striking the giant cocoon!

The Turbid Calamity was already extremely weak, but Lord Cangyun... was Lord Cangyun in his full-blown berserk state.

Zangyunjun's attack was a full-force strike fueled by rage, but his anger didn't seem to be directed at Zhuozai...

But fate.

Wu Tongyuan's repeated failures have undoubtedly driven the last three realms of humanity to the brink of destruction. Cangyun Jun has once again been forced into a desperate situation of struggle and pain, and this time, he seems to have no other choice.

From the moment Cangyunjun awoke until now, every step he took was forced upon him. Fate seemed to have no mercy on him, toying with everything about him like a toy. His frustration, his resentment, his anger, his helplessness... all of these accumulated in his heart.

But fate is elusive, and no matter how angry Lord Cangyun was, he couldn't harm it in the slightest. And now, this extremely weak cataclysmic calamity had become a punching bag for him to vent his anger. He roared and swung his fists, as if he wanted to unleash all the resentment and unwillingness in his heart on the turbid calamity like a torrential rain!

Crack—crack—

Chaotic lightning danced among the dark clouds, and the body of the calamity was struck by the thick lightning bolts again and again, spinning back and forth like a sandbag, emitting mournful cries.

It was also unwilling and angry. How could it, a world-destroying calamity, end up in such a wretched state?

The writhing tumor opened its mouth like a human head, roaring furiously amidst the lightning. Then, its body swelled up against the wind, as if trying to forcefully restore its original enormous size. Countless blood and flesh lotuses appeared out of thin air in the void around it!

Why should I bear all the pain?!

Why should I have to do all the dirty work?!

"Just because I can endure hardship, does that mean I deserve to endure the most hardship?!"

"You all have your own ideals and paths to follow, but I'm the easiest to bully, so I have to clean up your messes one by one, right?"

"Fuck your mother!!!"

Cangyun Jun glared at Zhuozai, who was surrounded by the lotus flower in the void. His anger erupted like a volcano. The next second, his clothes on his upper body burst open, and the shattered pieces of his clothes fell into the clouds like snowflakes...

Lightning danced across his body, and his well-proportioned and powerful muscles seemed to be fully activated at this moment. He was like a god descending to earth, stepping into the void, and the clouds within a radius of several kilometers swirled around his body, rushing straight towards the turbid disaster!

Boom boom boom boom——

With each punch he threw, a large area of ​​lotus flowers was shattered into pieces by the clouds. At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and it seemed that only the weak Chaos was in his eyes!

The massive body of the Turbid Calamity convulsed and trembled slightly, its fruit-like tumor looking at the Cangyun Lord who was charging towards it recklessly, seemingly about to unleash a torrent of curses...

I didn't provoke you, and I didn't offend you!

Why are you torturing me like this?!

If you really hate them that much, then give me that vegetable in bed!

Zangyun Jun had gone completely mad with killing intent. He punched Zhuozai repeatedly, creating a blood mist on his body, but none of his punches were fatal... He no longer cared about killing Zhuozai immediately; he only wanted to vent his anger.

Thunder rumbled, and the howls of the calamity echoed through the endless clouds, while the angry curses of the Cloud Lord rose and fell.

……

creak-

Amidst the muffled rumble of thunder, Chen Ling slowly pushed open the doors of Jinghong Tower.

Rainwater slid down his clothes, soaking the ground behind the threshold. Seeing Chen Ling return, Li Qingshan immediately stepped forward and asked:

"How's it going? Did you get the medicine?"

"..."

Chen Ling shook her head.

Li Qingshan's expression was somewhat complicated. He glanced at the room where Kong Baosheng was and sighed softly, "If he didn't get it... well, he didn't get it. In Baosheng's current condition, even with medication, he can't delay for much longer..."

Mr. Han had said long ago that Kong Baosheng was terminally ill. Even if there were medicine, how long could it prolong his life? A few tens of minutes? A few hours?

"How is he now?"

"Mr. Han's domain has already covered Jinghong Tower. Baosheng's last breath has been saved, but..."

After a long silence, Li Qingshan finally spoke to Chen Ling:

"You should go and see him."

"……Um."

Pale lightning flashed outside the blood-stained window, casting flickering shadows in every corner of the deathly silent theater. Chen Ling looked at the narrow doorway in the corner, and finally took a step forward, slowly walking towards it.

As Chen Ling pushed open the door, the warm glow of the kerosene lamp illuminated every corner of the room. On the cozy bed, a frail figure, like a candle flickering in the wind, lay silently...

Several different viruses ravaged Kong Baosheng's body, destroying his internal organs beyond recognition. Logically, he should have died long ago, but the power of the "Land of the Dying" kept him alive until his last breath.

“…Sir…” Kong Baosheng heard the door open and turned his head with difficulty, “You’re back…”

He didn't ask Chen Ling if he had gotten the medicine or if he had found a way to save himself. Instead, he greeted Chen Ling gently and respectfully, just like always.

Chen Ling walked to the bedside, looked at the boy who had been ravaged by illness and was no longer recognizable as a human being, and clenched her hands tightly.

He is the Crimson King of the Twilight Society, a world-ending calamity feared by all. He possesses terrifying power and influence in this era, yet he cannot even save an ordinary boy...

There was still no news from Chu Muyun, and Mr. Han could only stay alive for another day. At this moment, Chen Ling had almost exhausted all her connections and abilities. The only thing that might save Kong Baosheng was the power of Nuo opera.

Although Chen Ling's [Nuo] was powerful, it was too uncontrollable. Even now, he might not be able to replicate the earth-shattering power he had in the Boundless Realm... And the curse left after that activation became a lifelong mark on him, even directly affecting his life trajectory.

But things had come to this point, and Chen Ling couldn't just stand by and watch Kong Bao die. Even if the chances of success were slim, he wanted to give it a try.