I'm not a drama god

An aura of world destruction, like a raging flood, poured into the entire underground space from the alchemy gate. When a suffocating crimson spread in the darkness, even overshadowing the purple and blue radiance, Tessa's face suddenly froze.

This……

This is……

President Tessa's body trembled slightly. She suddenly turned her head and slapped Brand across the face!

Snapped--! !

"Apocalypse?? You call an apocalyptic disaster a 'troublesome enemy'?!?!"

President Tessa completely broke down. She glared at Brand with despair and rage, roaring, "How on earth did you provoke a world-destroying calamity?! You'll kill us all, do you know that?!!"

"I……"

Brand stood there, feeling the burning pain in his cheek, unable to utter a single word.

President Tessa turned her head to look at the door again. At this moment, the figure in the theatrical robe appeared silently before her like a ghost... Before those scarlet eyes, President Tessa felt as if her breath was about to stop.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but the next second a hand gripped her throat tightly!

"you……"

Which alchemy guild president are you?

The opera robe fluttered in the dim light as Chen Ling looked at her coldly.

President Tessa's aged body trembled like a chick in Chen Ling's hands. She gripped Chen Ling's wrists tightly with both hands, and her bloodshot eyes were almost squeezed out of their sockets.

"Thirteen..." she managed to say, her words broken and fragmented.

As President Tessa spoke, Brand, already overwhelmed by Chen Ling's aura, collapsed to the ground. Immediately afterward, a strange fear flooded his mind again, leaving only one thought in his thoughts…

President Tessa alone is no match for the Disaster...

He needs to awaken more chairmen!

Driven by this thought, Brand, with a strength he didn't know he had, actually stood up from the ground again, and then continued to scramble and crawl deeper into the underground space.

President Tessa was being held in mid-air by Chen Ling, but out of the corner of her eye she noticed Brand's inexplicable actions. She caught a glimpse of the cold smile on Chen Ling's lips and immediately seemed to realize something...

"It's you……"

"You're... manipulating his mind... You want him... to personally... awaken us..."

An unprecedented look of terror flashed in President Tessa's eyes.

In the dim light, those scarlet eyes stared at her, gradually curving into a chilling arc… A soft laugh followed:

"That's right... I did it on purpose."

"Killing you while you're unconscious would be too easy for you... You'll stop at nothing to get the Philosopher's Stone, and when you get old, you'll just cower like turtles, dreaming that the day you're revived you'll embrace eternal life..."

“I will wake you up one by one, and kill you with my own hands when you are full of hope.”

"I will make you witness the shattering of your illusions of immortality..."

"I'll let you witness the demise of the Alchemy Society!"

Chen Ling's voice, like that of a demon, echoed in President Tessa's ears. The latter's trembling intensified, and a desperate, weak voice struggled to escape her throat…

"You are...the devil..."

Whether it was due to long-accumulated power or a final burst of energy before death, President Tessa roared and unleashed the full power of her eighth-tier Witch God Path skill, instantly enveloping Chen Ling in an alchemical glow.

But the next second, the radiance vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Snapped--! !

The sound of bones being crushed echoed in the darkness.

Chen Ling gently released her hand, and the corpse of an old woman, whose head was twisted at an eerie angle, fell heavily to the ground... This elderly thirteenth generation alchemy guild master had bulging eyes and lingering fear on his face.

She seemed unable to understand, even in her dying moments, how the Alchemy Society of this generation had managed to provoke such a terrifying being as Chen Ling.

Chen Ling effortlessly slaughtered an alchemy guild leader and lowered her arm expressionlessly.

The blood-stained hem of the opera robe fluttered gently in the dim light. As if sensing something, he silently turned his head to look...

A boy wearing a vest had somehow walked in through the open alchemy door and was standing not far away, quietly watching the scene unfold.

Li Lai De had already arrived.

Chen Ling knew he had arrived long ago.

Li Leide hurriedly passed through the entire Imperial Historian's Office, through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and as soon as he stepped into the alchemy gate, he saw the eighth-level old woman looking terrified in front of Chen Ling, and then being easily tortured to death like a chick.

Lee Ryder overheard their conversation without missing a single word.

"What grudge do you have against them that warrants this?" Li Laide asked after a long silence.

Li Lai asked this not because he thought Chen Ling was cruel, nor because he thought alchemy deserved such a crime… He was a ruthless person who had personally cut off his classmate's facial features for revenge; he couldn't possibly have such a pointless, saintly sentiment. He asked this out of genuine curiosity.

Chen Ling glanced at him, did not answer, and turned to continue walking deeper underground.

"……cut."

Lee Layde gritted his teeth.

It's always like this... It's always the same!

Perhaps because he had experienced it too many times, Li Lai De felt as if he had become somewhat desensitized. He silently took a step forward and jogged to catch up with Chen Ling.

"President Zhu Wen, we have found a way to achieve immortality, but we have encountered a very... terrifying enemy... We..."

"..."

"President Eli!! Please save the Alchemy Guild!!"

"..."

"President Thorne! Someone has broken in! She even killed President Tessa!!"

"..."

Brand's mind went blank. Driven by fear, he traversed the underground space at lightning speed, using the alchemical arrays he had set up to awaken the past alchemy masters one by one, begging them to join forces against Chen Ling who had broken in.

These alchemy guild leaders, though angry and resentful, had no other choice but to grit their teeth and deal with Chen Ling...

When that figure in theatrical robes approached, carrying a vast aura of world destruction, they all froze in place.

If Brand hadn't run so fast, their first thought would probably have been to chop this damn junior into mincemeat...

"twelve……"

"eleven……"

"ten……"

"Nine……"

One after another, aged corpses fell in terror into pools of blood.

A figure in a red and black theatrical robe walked unhurriedly across the pool of blood, slowly calculating something as he slaughtered these past alchemy guild presidents...

"six……"

"five……"

"Four……"

"three……"

Chen Ling narrowed her eyes slightly as she saw the few remaining golden statues in the distance.