I'm not a drama god

"Whether a person has value depends on the era itself," Zang Yunjun replied slowly.

"In this era, the fate of humanity rests solely in your hands and that of Wu Tongyuan… Logically, I cannot be your enemy, for you are the hope for humanity's restart; emotionally, I cannot be Wu Tongyuan's enemy, for I have staked everything on him…"

"Since that's the case, whether I exist or not is no longer important..."

"My final value is to bear the resentment and anger of this realm, to become the target of everyone's scorn, and then to disappear from this world."

Chen Ling did not answer.

He knew that no matter how he tried to persuade him, it would be pointless. Since the calamity had successfully parasitized him, it could not be separated from him... From the very beginning, Lord Cangyun had not left himself any way out.

Zangyun Jun finished his tea, slowly stood up, and walked to the continuous rain.

He turned his back to Chen Ling and slowly began to speak:

"I don't have much time..."

"Everyone in this realm hates me now, but no one can kill me... The Butcher, the Farmer, and the Dragon Slayers are all official organizations, so they can't possibly take action..."

"Only you can kill me and send this realm to its final resting place..."

Chen Ling remained silent for a moment,

"Logically speaking, the Twilight Society would not participate in the struggle between realms, much less directly attack the Nine Lords... We are only responsible for cleaning up the mess."

Cangyun Jun turned around, his gaze towards Chen Ling filled with sincerity:

"But there are always exceptions... right?"

Boom——

Pale lightning flashed in the rain outside the theater.

A figure in a red-and-black theatrical robe stood quietly in the center of the opera house, and amidst the roaring rain, he slowly closed his eyes.

He saw Dr. Jia questioning him in the dimly lit clinic, and saw Kong Baosheng whispering on the bed... Those voices, whether angry or disappointed, echoed in his mind:

"Since we can't be saved... let's make our painful process a little shorter."

"Rather than ek out a living in this shitty era..."

"Death is also a kind of liberation."

"..."

"Sir, you don't understand..."

"In this era, just living... is the greatest torment."

"..."

Amidst the torrential rain, Chen Ling seemed to hear the painful, noisy, and sorrowful howls from the Hidden Cloud Realm piercing through the rain and reaching his ears.

There are too many people like Dr. Jia and Kong Baosheng in the Hidden Cloud Realm. They have long lost the desire to live, and are filled only with anger and despair towards this era. For them, death is liberation.

At the same time, the words Wuji Jun had once used to question him echoed in his mind!

"Who judges failure? Who defines success? You? And what are your criteria?"

"Chen Ling..."

"What makes you... the one who will be the last to toll the death knell for humanity?"

Chen Ling had also pondered this question: As a world-ending calamity, what gave him the right to judge when humanity would lose hope, and what gave him the right to decide when humanity's death knell would toll?

Chen Ling's response at the time was that he would make his own judgment.

now,

Chen Ling had another answer.

It is not Chen Ling who decides when humanity's death knell will toll... but humanity itself.

Amidst the roaring rain, Chen Ling slowly opened her eyes, her ruby-like pupils gazing upon the city and its inhabitants beyond the rain curtain:

"listen……"

"The bells rang."

……

"I'm saying... when will you finish this painting?"

In a corner of the Spirit Void Realm, Red Heart 9 spoke with a hint of helplessness.

At this moment, Plum Blossom 8 was holding her easel, squatting on the edge of the corner of the flower bed, intently staring at the last patch of small white flowers that hadn't withered, as if she were carefully copying something...

Strangely, although he was looking at the flowers, what he was sketching out little by little on the drawing board were the innocent figures of several children dressed in white.

"What's the rush?" Plum Blossom 8 replied without looking up. "We don't have any missions right now, where are you rushing off to?"

"But we've been squatting here all day..."

"The outside is full of people from the Spirit Void Realm. If you want to be hunted down, you'd better go out yourself."

"..."

Redheart9 rolled his eyes, crossed his legs, and sat back down by the flower bed. He pulled out a bottle of engine oil from somewhere and began to slowly moisturize his arm.

Just then, a gentle breeze swept across the flowerbed, scattering the petals of that small cluster of white flowers...

Halfway through painting plum blossom 8, he stared blankly at the suddenly bare white blossoms and paused for a moment... When he looked down again, the petals blown down by the wind had already outlined two small characters at his feet:

【Hidden Clouds】

In the blink of an eye, the two small characters disappeared without a trace, and the petals returned to the little white flower, as if everything that had just happened was just a fantasy brought about by thoughts.

"Hey, did you see that?" Club 8 frowned deeply.

"hey-hey……"

Red Heart 9's eyes were incredibly bright. He immediately stood up from the flower bed, gently cracking his knuckles with both hands, producing a crisp cracking sound.

"Finally... another team building activity?"

……

Tianshu realm.

Bridge arch.

"Achoo!!" Sun Bumian suddenly sneezed.

"Fang Kuai, are you sick?" Jiang Xiaohua poked half her head out from the field and asked quietly.

"...Probably not, it's possible someone is eyeing me."

Sun Bumian shrugged, stood up, and strolled forward, stretching his limbs as he did so. With every movement, an aura approaching the eighth rank emanated from his body…

In fact, they had been living under the bridge in the Tian Shu Realm for a long time. Thanks to Su Zhiwei and Hongxiu's deliberate protection, no one had ever come to disturb them. Sun Bumian took this opportunity to quietly digest the power that once belonged to him. Now, even without using the power of reincarnation, he had already stepped halfway into the eighth rank.

If Sun Bumian's intuition is correct, breaking through to the eighth rank should be a matter of the next day or two.

As for Jiang Xiaohua, he stayed quietly in the soil, and would not climb out unless he was occasionally attracted by the smell of food or wine... No one knew what he had been doing in the soil all this time.

Sun Bumian strolled over to the chicken coop, rested his chin on his hand, and examined the chickens, as if pondering which one to kill for soup that night.

At the same time, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"……Um?"

Sun Bumian raised an eyebrow in surprise.

He then chuckled, "So that's why I was sneezing for no reason. Looks like someone finally remembered us."

rustling...

A figure wrapped in bandages slowly crawled out of the ground, its long, snow-white hair cascading down its back, and its once dormant purple eyes finally regained some of their luster.

He said sullenly, "I want a heart."

"Let's go... Did you bring your suit?"

"Bring it."

"Take the beggar's bag with you too. If we run into him on the road, we can take him along."

"it is good!!"