I'm not a drama god

"What did you say?"

"Attacked in the Red Dust Prison??"

In a city wall camp thousands of miles away, a figure dressed in white and wearing a silver crown looked up in surprise, with a strange expression.

“Yes, Lord Qing.” One of them bowed respectfully. “News just came from the Red Dust Prison that many people witnessed that person rushing into the Red Dust Realm… Even the Marquis of Nan couldn’t stop him.”

Marquis Qing raised an eyebrow: "Have you found out that person's identity?"

"...No, we searched through all the files but couldn't find him. It's like he just appeared out of thin air."

"His Majesty's 'fixed household registration system' has been implemented across the nine realms. From every newborn baby to every divine being, everyone is recorded. Cross-realm travel is also subject to mandatory real-name registration. The whereabouts of each of them are under our control... How could an eighth-rank suddenly appear?"

The man being questioned broke out in a cold sweat, unsure how to respond... He was also one of the people in charge of finalizing the "fixed account names," and if Lord Qing found any mistakes, he would be beheaded.

"This……"

"Lord Qing, spare me! I truly didn't know!"

He fell to his knees with a thud.

"...Alright, this isn't the feudal era anymore. His Majesty said we can't turn back the clock of history. Don't kneel down so easily." Marquis Qing casually waved his hand, signaling him to get up.

"As for the attacker who wasn't registered..."

"Why does he insist on going to the mortal realm?"

"Could it be..."

Lord Qing frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something. "Is he trying to eliminate Lord Hongchen?"

Upon hearing this, the subordinate's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned deathly pale. "Is he one of those remnants of the demons who tried to bomb the Red Dust Base with nuclear weapons back then? How many years have passed, and they still haven't given up?"

"It shouldn't be... The Alchemists only want the Philosopher's Stone. To refine those things, a lot of lives are needed... The remaining people in the mortal realm are far fewer than the residents of the outer city." Qinghou couldn't understand Chen Ling's motives either, and could only shake his head.

"Forget it, let's send two... no, three eighth-rank [Chéhóu]s over there first to find a way to capture the attackers, and then everything will become clear."

"Yes!"

……

The mortal realm.

The thin face vanished in mid-air, and a figure draped in a red and black theatrical robe walked along the rugged country road.

"If i remember correctly……"

“It should be this direction.”

Chen Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, comparing the mortal realm in her memory with the dilapidated realm before her. A route that was originally somewhat blurry gradually became clear.

Just as he was about to pass through the village, a voice boomed like thunder!

"Who?!"

Whoosh-!

With a whooshing sound, Chen Ling's figure was instantly swallowed up by a long ink-wash dragon.

The dragon was dozens of meters long, resembling a black dragon roaming the village. Every scale and claw was clearly visible. It bared its teeth and claws and tore at the ground in mid-air for a long time. When it realized that it did not seem to have actually touched Chen Ling, it suddenly turned around and glared at the ground...

Suddenly, a figure in a theatrical robe appeared out of nowhere on the land it had just swept across, as if it had just swept across a non-existent phantom.

The hem of the opera robe fluttered lightly in the wind, and a pair of ruby ​​eyes slowly rose.

"……Um?"

A young man holding a giant calligraphy brush descended from the sky and landed steadily on the forehead of the ink-painted dragon.

He looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a maturity beyond his years. At this moment, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he was holding the brush handle like a spear in one hand, scrutinizing Chen Ling on the ground with a frown...

Behind him, he was also carrying a mysterious, enormous picture frame.

"I am Lü Liangren, the third hall master of Floating Life Painting!"

"Who are you? How dare you trespass on Lord Hongchen's residence?!"

Young Lü Liangren raised his head proudly, his gaze sharp, like a proud lone wolf.

The next second, a voice filled with disappointment rang out from the picture frame behind him: "Idiot, why did you tell him this is Lord Hongchen's residence?!"

Lü Liangren: ...

Young Lü Liangren was momentarily speechless, seemingly realizing he had made a foolish mistake, but he couldn't show it in front of the enemy, and his cheeks flushed red.

Seeing this, Chen Ling's eyebrows rose slightly...

Chen Ling naturally recognized Lü Liangren, as he was an old friend from the previous world... Chen Ling was also familiar with the abstract painting on his back, which was the second hall of the Floating Life Painting.

only……

The man in front of me, Lü Liangren, is really quite adorable.

The current time is ten years earlier than Chen Ling's previous world. The once invincible Lü Liangren in white is now just a green youth... but his talent is truly terrifying. Even at only sixteen or seventeen years old, he already has the combat power of a sixth-level expert.

The Second Hall behind him seems to still be at the eighth level. This guy is hidden in an abstract painting, and time cannot leave any trace on him. It is unknown when this powerful figure emerged.

Chen Ling's mind raced, and she tentatively asked, half-jokingly:

"The Third Hall? It seems this Floating Life Painting isn't all that great... How can a little kid like you be ranked third?"

Young Lü Liangren's face turned even redder. He gripped the brush handle angrily and shouted, "What do you know?! I am a genius of the Qing Shen Dao! I will reach the eighth level sooner or later... Besides, we in Fusheng Hui have other people! It's just that they are all... no longer here."

As he spoke, Lü Liangren himself lost his confidence, and a look of melancholy flashed in his eyes, as if he had remembered something.

Chen Ling keenly noticed his emotional shift, and an idea popped into her head:

"I understand……"

"They've all left for the outer city, haven't they?"

"No wonder the Mortal Realm is so desolate now; it turns out only the two of you are left here to maintain it..."

"You!!" Young Lü Liangren realized he had been tricked into revealing information again, and he was furious. Without saying a word, he wielded his brush and rode a long, roaring ink dragon towards Chen Ling!

Chen Ling watched this scene quietly, his opera robe fluttering in the wind. He raised his eyes slightly, and a ferocious and terrifying rock centipede sprang out from under his feet!

boom--! !

The rock centipede was twice the size of Lü Liangren's ink-wash dragon, and easily smashed the ink-wash into pieces.

Lu Liangren's pupils suddenly contracted. In his horrified gaze, the centipede, moving at incredible speed, tore through his ink painting and charged towards his head with its claws outstretched... Compared to this centipede, the long dragon he had drawn was simply gentle and harmless, like a doodle.

The centipede's speed and the oppressive feeling were too strong. Lu Liangren subconsciously closed his eyes, and the next second, the rock centipede exploded in mid-air!

The abstract painting that had been on his back had somehow moved to protect Lü Liangren, its abstract eyes fixed on Chen Ling, whose opera robes were fluttering in the distance...

"Who exactly are you, sir?"

Chen Ling remained silent for a long time before slowly uttering four words:

"...old friends in the mortal world".