I'm not a drama god

"repeat!"

"Immediately conscript all able-bodied young men in good physical condition from the Hidden Cloud Realm to the Spirit Void Realm!! Rebuild the Tower of Akashi!!!"

"In the face of disaster, please put aside your personal interests and fight for the common destiny of mankind!"

"Repeat! Immediate conscription..."

The icy shouts echoed through the rain, reaching every corner of the realm.

Dr. Jia stood blankly at the door, his memory seemingly transported back several months to when the same order was issued...

On that day, the Hidden Cloud Realm seemed to have transformed into a living hell.

A large number of young and middle-aged people left the Hidden Cloud Realm, some voluntarily, and some forcibly taken away... They were sons who took care of their elderly mothers, fathers of infants, and women who supported their families. When they were forced to say goodbye to their families with guns pointed at their heads, countless families were torn apart.

On that day, all the healthy and able-bodied young people left the Hidden Cloud Realm, while the Hidden Cloud Realm welcomed a group of refugees carrying the virus and terminally ill.

That was the beginning of all suffering.

And now... the same scene has appeared once again.

But where are so many young and strong people left in the Hidden Cloud Realm these days? How many more people will be displaced this time, and how many families that were already on the verge of collapse will be completely wiped out?

Dr. Jia stood silently at the clinic entrance, watching more and more figures running back and forth in the rain. The next second, an abnormal bright red flush appeared on his pale face, and he weakly bent over, vomiting blood.

Beneath the old white coat, the skinny body looked as if it might fall apart at any moment, and a cough like a broken bellows echoed through the rain.

At the same time, two figures arrived in front of the clinic.

"No. 231 Qiufen Street, Jia Lianshuang."

"Well, it's him."

"We couldn't find his medical records with Mr. Han, so he probably couldn't get on the waiting list... Judging from his condition, it seems like his mild case turned into a severe one, and he won't live much longer."

"We've confirmed that you don't meet the requirements for conscription, let's go."

The two carefully examined Dr. Jia for a moment, then crossed his name off the list. Without saying another word, they hurried off to the next destination.

Dr. Jia weakly raised her head and looked in the direction the two had left, a bitter and sorrowful look flashing in her eyes.

He was not forced to go to the Spirit Realm...

He seemed to have been left behind, yet also... abandoned.

Dr. Jia was unsure whether this was good news or bad news. He stood silently at the door for a long time before suddenly laughing.

In the misty rain, his smile was pale and desperate.

He staggered into the house, pulled out a thick rope from somewhere, and with a gentle flick, hung the other end from the roof beam...

Dr. Jia slowly stepped onto the chair. Through the knotted rope, whose outline resembled a water droplet, he could see the clinic's door, the torrential rain outside, and the people struggling to survive like dogs in this chaotic world.

Dr. Jia's nose twitched slightly, as if he had smelled something, and he looked down at his left hand...

A small clump of cake cream mixed with dust clung to his fingertip.

That's from when I pushed the cake back.

The moment he saw the dollop of cream, Dr. Jia's mouth watered uncontrollably again. He no longer had to think about anyone else. His eyes were gleaming green, one hand gripping the knot, while he lowered his head and sucked hard on the cream-stained finger, like a starving child.

"I don't want to go to the Spirit Void Realm, I don't want to go!"

"I have a disabled younger sister at home! What will happen to her if I'm gone? Are you just going to leave her at home to die?!"

"Child! Child! Why did you faint... It's alright, I'll take you to Dr. Jia, Dr. Jia will definitely have a way to save you!"

"You drove my dad away! Now you're trying to drive my brother away!! I'll fight you to the death!!"

"..."

Threats, curses, doubts, tears… countless voices pierced through the torrential rain and reached Dr. Jia's ears…

Two streams of murky tears rolled down his cheeks.

“How sweet…”

"If I had known, I would have dipped it in more earlier."

He muttered to himself.

……

"Dr. Jia!"

"Dr. Jia! Please save my child!"

A disheveled figure, soaking wet, rushed through the rain and knelt down with a thud at the clinic entrance.

It was an elderly man, carrying a child wrapped in his clothes on his back, kneeling in the rain like a desperate supplicant, pleading with the gods.

He knew that no real god lived here, but now, whoever had the medicine, whoever could cure the disease, was the god of all those in despair like him... They were willing to give anything for it.

However, when the old man looked up, he froze in place.

Boom——! !

A muffled rumble of thunder exploded in his ears.

A pale flash of lightning illuminated a corner of the dimly lit clinic, where a figure in a white coat hung from a rope dangling from the rafters, their stiff body swaying silently in the cold wind that swept into the clinic…

A pair of unseeing eyes stared at the hopeless world outside the door, as if...

Even the gods were powerless, their eyes blazing with fury.

……

Raindrops pattered against the window, making a soft, pattering sound.

In the dim light of the kerosene lamp, A-Qiang's mother slowly opened her eyes...

At this moment, she was wrapped in two thick blankets. A boy was carefully folding a towel soaked in hot water next to her, and was about to place it on his mother's forehead when he saw her open her eyes hazily.

"Mom! You're awake!" Xiao Sheng exclaimed in surprise. "Dr. Jia was right!"

"Xiao Sheng..."

The mother was extremely weak at this moment. She seemed to recall the news of A-Qiang's death, and her face was as pale as paper... But she no longer had the strength to cry. She could only look at her youngest son in front of her in pain, her cold hands silently clenching his hand.

Ah Qiang is dead. Now, Xiao Sheng is the only son in this family... and her only support.

Just as Xiao Sheng was about to say something, a series of urgent knocks suddenly sounded on the door!

dong dong dong-

"Mom, I'll go open the door."

Xiao Sheng hurriedly got up and opened the door.

Two figures were standing in the rain outside the door, holding papers in their hands, as if they were checking something.

“No. 018 Guyu Street, you are Sun Qisheng... right?”

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Xiao Sheng was a little confused.

"Yes, that's right... He's also in Mr. Han's medical records. He's in good health now. Although he's a bit young, in these extraordinary times, even someone young has to be there."

One of the men spoke in a deep voice, "Come with us."

"Go?? Go where?"

"Recruit them to the Spirit Void Realm to build the Tower of Akash."