I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling fell silent.

He watched as Wen Ruoshui gradually transformed from a young man into a frail old man, as if time had drained him of his life, leaving him with only a weak shell.

Among the Nine Lords, Wen Ruoshui is definitely the most low-key. He doesn't like to speak when there are many people around, and his presence is the least noticeable. However, his contribution to humanity is the greatest... In a sense, he saved humanity six times.

He saved humanity six times, not because he was particularly powerful or had any supernatural abilities, and not to prove himself...

All of this was simply because he was kind.

Because of his goodness, no matter which world he is in, no matter which generation of the Red King finds him, he is willing to sacrifice himself to become humanity's last line of defense. In each reboot, he always makes the same choice.

Watching Wen Ruoshui's life slip away rapidly, veins bulging on Chen Ling's neck, countless thoughts and impulses flashed through his mind, but he ultimately rejected them all...

Wen Ruoshui is right. In order to fight for a future, he must always stay clear-headed.

“Director Chen…” Wen Ruoshui’s withered hand gripped Chen Ling’s wrist tightly.

He lay on the ground, his life fading away, yet his eyes remained moist and resolute. As if using his last strength, he uttered each word with difficulty:

"Save...humanity..."

As soon as he finished speaking,

Wen Ruoshui's hand slipped limply to the ground.

Strands of light filtered through the cracks in the base, and in the dim light, a figure in theatrical robes sat alone beside the aged corpse, like a silent sculpture.

Chen Ling did not shed tears. He was no longer the naive Red Heart 6 of yesteryear, but the Red King of this generation. The burden on his shoulders was too heavy. He had become the pillar in the hearts of many people... How could the Red King shed tears so easily?

His moist eyes were a sign that he was bidding farewell to the first old friend to leave this world.

I do not know how long it has been,

His chapped lips parted slightly:

“I saw the sky crying.”

"I heard your voice."

“I smell longing blooming amidst thorns,”

"I came from the direction of the sunset..."

……

"This is……"

Outside the Ruoshui base, everyone stood frozen in place.

They turned to look at Ruoshui Base, where a mournful and melodious song was rising from, echoing throughout the entire Ruoshui prison.

This song seems to possess a certain magic, instantly bringing peace of mind to those who hear it...

It was like a farewell, yet also like a dirge.

"It's Lord Red King..."

"What song is Lord Red King singing...?"

"I don't know, but it sounds so peaceful, yet... a little sad?"

Whether they were members of the Twilight Society or usurpers of fire, everyone was now immersed in the song. The gray-white world had completely enveloped the realm, and in the desolate silence, only the melodious song remained.

"Earth and rose are your cradle,"

"Frost and snow, and the setting sun, are your heavy makeup."

“I will weave my hopes into fluttering kapok flowers,”

"Until the rocks remember the fragrance of the flowers..."

Lee Laid gently removed his black top hat.

A complex, indescribable look surfaced in his gaze as he looked towards the base…

For some reason, Li Lai De could feel more emotions from this song. It was as if he was tasting a glass of red wine personally brewed by his master. As the wine went down his throat, a sour and heavy feeling came over him.

Gradually, he became somewhat obsessed.

This……

What exactly is it?

“Oh, weeping child,”

Please gently close your eyes.

"When twilight falls in the darkest of times,"

"I will promise you the sunrise and the blue sky."

As the last line of the ballad faded, a desolate stillness once again enveloped everything.

A faint howl of calamity emanated from beyond the bare outer walls, as if foreshadowing the end of everything. This human realm, which had existed for hundreds of years, would ultimately be completely submerged in the river of history with the departure of Lord Ruoshui.

at the same time,

In the gray world, a figure wearing a red theatrical robe with black patterns slowly walked out of the Ruoshui base.

He seemed to be holding three things in his palms, and a pair of vermilion earrings swayed silently in the wind... The moment he appeared, everyone present looked at him with respect.

Chen Ling's eyes clearly reflected the final appearance of this realm. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly spoke:

"Let's go..."

"We should leave."

……

The Realm of Heavenly Embrace.

The Imperial Palace.

The heavy snow continued to fall silently, accumulating on the eaves without anyone noticing. Eunuch Zuo pushed open the door to the silent Imperial Study, a few snowflakes mingling with the wind and snow outside, and stepped inside...

He was like a taut string that finally relaxed, and a look of fatigue appeared between his brows.

He took a deep breath and bowed respectfully in front of him:

"His Majesty."

"Ruoshui-kun's domain... has completely disappeared."

The thin curtains swayed silently in the breeze, and the figure sitting behind paused slightly, a complex expression appearing between his brows.

He gently placed the calligraphy brush in his hand on the brush holder beside him, and after a long silence, he calmly spoke:

"I understand..."

"Have all the refugees in Ruoshui Prison been taken care of?"

"Your Majesty, all the refugees have been taken care of." Eunuch Zuo smiled. "Tonight, everyone can get a good night's sleep."

"……Um."

“Your Majesty, there is one more thing.” After hesitating for a moment, Eunuch Zuo finally spoke up, “Lord Wei did not return to court by imperial decree… However, he sent his only adopted son to the Chengtian Realm.”

"Wei Chen was loyal and devoted throughout his life, devoting himself to humanity... Let him rest in peace in his homeland. Convey my decree: give Wei Chen a grand funeral, dressed in his official robes, and treat him with the rites due to a Duke." Ying Fu paused for a moment.

"As for his adopted son... let's arrange a position for him in the court."

"If he performs well in the future, he will be promoted. If he becomes like those arrogant sons of so-called powerful and wealthy families... you know how to handle it."

"Your Majesty understands," Eunuch Zuo immediately replied.

"How is the progress of those 'future dukes' who have been reborn?"

"Your Majesty, only three remain who haven't returned to their demigod status, and they have all now recovered to the peak of the eighth rank... However, they were all demigods before, and they have a history sufficient to prove themselves through the divine path. It's only a matter of time before they prove themselves again and return to demigod status." Eunuch Zuo calculated.

"If nothing unexpected happens, within six months, the number of demigods in our Chengtian will be a rather terrifying number."

"Well, back off."

Eunuch Zuo bowed again, then turned and left the Imperial Study.

The curtains fluttered, and Ying Fu seemed a little tired. He gently waved his hand, and the thick snow clouds above the Chengtian Realm gradually dissipated... He stood up, took one last look at the calligraphy scroll he had just finished writing on the table, and turned to leave.

A gentle breeze drifted in through the open window, rustling the calligraphy scroll that was being held down by the inkstone, revealing four neat and clean characters:

—【The highest virtue is like water】.