I'm not a drama god

A cool evening breeze swept across the street.

Chen Ling flicked the hem of her opera robe, her slender fingers gently folding up the single-page script filled with writing, placing it in her pocket, and calmly continuing to walk forward.

Seeing this, Li Laide opened his mouth as if to ask something, but ultimately remained silent and followed behind.

Just now, Li Lai De witnessed Chen Ling walking and writing something on a piece of paper. Li Lai De had good eyesight, and although he pretended to be uninterested, he had actually seen most of the content on the paper out of the corner of his eye.

That looks like a... script?

Li Laide saw Li Shangfeng's name repeatedly among them, as well as several other characters whose names he didn't know, referred to only as "eldest brother," "second brother," and "third brother." There also seemed to be some kind of power plant...

Li Shangfeng's sister has been arrested, and he does nothing but sit here leisurely writing nonsensical fan fiction.

What kind of bad taste is this?

Could these things he casually wrote down possibly become reality?

Of course, the life or death of Li Shangfeng and his sister was none of Li Laide's business. He touched the gold bars in his pocket, still somewhat confused about what Chen Ling wanted him to do…

"Where are we going?" Lee Ryder finally asked.

"The Imperial Observatory."

Chen Ling responded calmly.

"...What about me? I can't go with you. Xuanwu Avenue is too bustling. If I show my face, the people from Chengtian Prefecture will come to surround and kill me...Then, the scene will be very chaotic."

It wasn't that Li Lai De was trying to escape again; he was stating a fact. There were Cheng Tianfu officers patrolling Xuanwu Avenue, and if a wanted criminal like him were to show his face, the situation at the Comet Hotel would likely repeat itself.

"It's alright." Chen Ling didn't turn her head. "In a moment, the scene will be more chaotic than you imagine... No one will even notice you."

Even Lee Ryder was taken aback by these words, and he asked in astonishment, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Chen Ling did not answer.

A heavy, deathly silence descended once more between him and Lee Ryder, whose hands clenched silently...

That's it again.

When faced with such difficult questions, he simply falls silent...

"If you don't want me to know anything, why do you insist on keeping me by your side?" Young Li Laid said, somewhat annoyed. "What am I to you? Your accessory? Or your mascot?!"

"If you're looking for a mascot, Li Shangfeng, who's completely obedient to you, would be a better fit. At least he won't keep causing you trouble! At least he's more like a normal person! Unlike someone like me..."

Lee Ryder gritted his teeth, the dream he had just had resurfaced in his mind, and finally uttered those two words:

"……heresy."

Chen Ling suddenly stopped.

A gentle evening breeze ruffled the hem of his opera robe. He turned to look at the stubborn, conflicted face of the young man, his eyes, faintly crimson in the night, narrowing silently…

"You feel……"

"You, are you a heretic?"

“Am I not?” Li Laid sneered. “You’ve read my diary, you should know that I’m different from you… In this era, people like me are heretics.”

Chen Ling shook her head. "I understand what you mean... but you're just a little special, you're far from being a heretic."

"I'm just special?" Li Laid clenched his fists, the ugly figures etched in his childhood memories, and the bearded figure who had almost killed him, resurfaced in his mind. "You're just like them, born to enjoy equality. You haven't experienced the contempt of others, haven't seen the fear in their eyes, so what makes you think you understand me?!"

The boy's angry questions echoed in the wind. The pain he had tried so hard to hide, like scars that could never heal, was now fully exposed to Chen Ling, revealing its hideous nature.

Chen Ling just stared at him quietly, remaining silent for a long time...

He then slowly began to speak:

"Stay close to me..."

"You'll find out soon enough."

Chen Ling continued walking forward without looking back.

Li Laid didn't understand Chen Ling's meaning, and he knew that trying to escape now was pointless. He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and silently followed behind Chen Ling.

The dimly lit street stretched out before two figures, one in red and one in black...

At the end of silence and darkness

Xuanwu Avenue, which leads directly to the Chengtian Dynasty, is bustling with activity.

……

Imperial Palace of Emperor Joten.

Royal study room.

"Your Majesty, Chong Zhi Qiu has received the decree and left the Cheng Tian Realm."

Beyond the blurry curtain, a young man stood respectfully. His figure was obscured, and his features were not visible, but a few strands of gray hair could be vaguely seen falling over his shoulders.

"Hmm." A calm voice came from behind the desk. "How's the matter I asked you to keep an eye on?"

"His Majesty instructed me to keep a close eye on any unusual events occurring within the Chengtian Realm, regardless of their scale... I naturally remember," the young man said with a wry smile. "However, the Chengtian Realm has such a large population that countless unusual events occur every day. Even with my daily efforts to sift through and identify them, I can only barely keep up..."

"However..." the young man changed the subject.

“There was indeed a strange thing that happened in Chengtian Prefecture yesterday that is worth noting.”

"explain."

The figure behind the desk spoke softly.

"Yesterday, Chengtian Prefecture received a report that a wanted fugitive had been discovered, so they sent people to surround and capture him... But later, it seemed that everyone from Chengtian Prefecture who went to surround and capture him had forgotten about the matter and returned on their own."

The figure behind the desk remained silent, offering no comment...

The young man didn't finish speaking, and continued:

"Initially, I didn't find anything strange about it. It was just the 'Heart Python' exerting its power. That wanted criminal was a master thief, so it's not surprising that he had such abilities..."

"But what's strange is that even if memories can be stolen, the traces left by the battle shouldn't be erased... The restaurant that was besieged by Chengtian Prefecture was completely intact afterward, not even a single cup or chair was damaged..."

"It's as if someone not only stole everyone's memories, but also restored every scene."

The figure behind the desk suddenly paused.

"...Your Majesty?" The young man seemed to sense something was amiss with His Majesty and asked tentatively.

"Immediately issue my decree, ordering the Duke of Han to depart for Lingxu Prison to prepare for the calamity." The figure behind the desk spoke with a solemn tone.

"Inspecting security?" the young man asked in surprise. "But Your Majesty, now that you have already dispatched the Duke of Zhao, and the Duke of Han is leaving as well, apart from you, there will be no demigod to oversee the Chengtian Realm... Moreover, we haven't heard of the Lingxu Prison being attacked by calamities recently."

The figure behind the desk did not answer, but an extremely oppressive gaze swept out from behind the curtain like a tidal wave, suddenly pressing down on the young man!

The young man instantly broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly bowed, saying, "It was my fault for speaking out of turn... I will take care of it right away!"

"and many more."

The young man had just turned around when he was called back. As he turned back, a piece of paper covered with names floated lightly through the curtain and landed in front of him.

"Several months ago, the Chengtian Prefecture submitted a memorial stating that the security arrangements on Xuanwu Avenue were not quite appropriate... After careful consideration, I have decided that it is indeed time to make changes."

"At once……"

"Change these people on the list."

The young man took the list, glanced at it, and the names sent a chill down his spine… He took a deep breath and respectfully spoke:

"Your humble servant... receives the imperial decree."

……

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Today I'm thinking about how the plot will unfold, starting with number 19.