I'm not a drama god

"Although I can't be completely sure, it should be him," Liu Qingyan's voice rang out from her thoughts.

"According to intelligence, a few days ago, Aurora Prison organized a group of people to travel to the Ancient Treasury of Military Path on this ship. This is a regular activity between the Chengtian Realm and Aurora Prison. They send ordinary people into the Ancient Treasury of Military Path to see if there are any promising talents who can gain the attention of the Divine Path and embark on the Path of Military Gods..."

Chen Ling was not surprised by the Aurora Prison's actions; he and Jian Changsheng had been sent to the Ancient Military Academy in the same way.

He continued to listen attentively.

"In the Ancient Treasury of Military Strategy, fighting among ourselves is quite normal. But among this group, there was a young man who was being chased by his enemies and accidentally stumbled into the depths of the Ancient Treasury of Military Strategy..."

“Normal training is strictly limited to certain areas. No one is allowed to enter the depths of the ancient military training grounds without permission. Those who went in against the advice never came out alive… But this time is different.”

"This young man emerged alive from the depths of the ancient military secrets."

Liu Qingyan paused for a moment, then continued,

"According to his description, he was chased by a large number of murderous puppets as soon as he left the training area and almost lost his life... At the critical moment, he fell into a crevice in the mountain wall and was lucky enough to escape."

"He dared not go out, fearing that the murderous puppets were still blocking the way outside, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and crawl deeper into the crack. After crawling for a long time, he finally emerged from the edge of a cliff..."

"Standing on the edge of the cliff, he saw a person."

"That person, clad in tattered armor, stood in the center of the largest mass grave in the entire Bingdao Ancient Treasury, and with a single sword strike, wiped out all the murderous puppets inside..."

"He was terrified by the aftershocks of that aura. According to his description, the person was quite young, probably around twenty years old. He seemed to see the person glance in his direction from afar, and then disappear."

Around twenty years old...

The age matches.

At this age, to sweep away a million-person mass grave in the Ancient Treasury of Military Strategy with a single sword strike, Chen Ling is certain that such a monstrous genius does not exist in the timeline of the Fifth Generation world. Therefore, this person must be a variable that appeared after the world was restarted...

As for those of this age who are related to the Way of the God of War and the Ancient Treasury of the Way of the God of War, they are only...

"Ancient military strategies..." Chen Ling frowned.

"That's right, I should have thought of that earlier... There's no trace of him in either the Human Realm or the Gray Realm, so the most likely explanation is that he's hiding in the Ancient Treasury of Military Strategy."

"But... how did he make himself in this world so strong?"

"And why is he avoiding us?"

It should be noted that at the same point in time, Jian Changsheng of the Fifth Generation World was still just a servant who had not even stepped onto the path of divinity, but according to Liu Qingyan's description, that person's strength was definitely at the level of the eighth rank.

Chen Ling was destined not to find answers to these questions; she could only wait until she found Jian Changsheng and ask him directly.

But the biggest problem now is...

Chen Ling looked at the towering giant sword that was gradually approaching in the distance, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

A dark cloud gathered above the ancient site of the military arts, swirling like a vortex, with thick black lightning flashing like dragons within it, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

The hairs on Chen Ling's body were standing on end, a sharp sensation mixed with the cold wind, cutting his skin painfully, as if if he got any closer, the cold wind could directly tear open his skin.

The ancient military strategy is rife with deadly hostility towards it!

The current Chen Ling is no longer the weak enforcer who couldn't even unleash the power of the Calamity. He was so weak back then that even the Ancient Treasury of the Path of War couldn't detect his existence. But the current Chen Ling exudes an aura of world destruction far too strong.

That towering sword of human slaughter was almost created to slay calamities; even Chen Ling could not withstand it head-on…

"Should we call the Jack of Hearts over and have him go in and search for it?" Liu Qingyan's voice rang out at the right moment.

Chen Ling pondered for a moment,

"No need. The ancient military archives are currently guarded by the Chengtian Dynasty. If our people rashly force their way in, they will definitely be discovered... It's better to keep a low profile."

"So what do you plan to do?"

Chen Ling slowly turned around on the deck, her gaze sweeping over the other passengers on the ship…

Most of the passengers on the ship were teenagers, with some young adults as well. They all stood tall and straight, with sharp eyes. As they looked at the ancient military camp that was gradually approaching in the distance, a hint of anticipation appeared in their eyes.

These people are ordinary people selected by the Aurora Prison and the Chengtian Realm to be the next batch to enter the Ancient Military Path Treasury for trials.

Chen Ling blended into the crowd, moving discreetly among them. The people, currently in a state of excitement, did not notice anything unusual about her...

Finally, Chen Ling found a boy sitting alone in a daze on a step in the corner of the ship.

The boy seemed panicked about the upcoming Ancient Military Trial, hugging his knees with both hands, his face pale... He sat alone in a corner where no one paid attention, like the most transparent existence on the entire ship.

Chen Ling slowly came to a stop in front of him.

at the same time,

The boy looked up blankly at the strange figure in the overcoat, his brows furrowed with confusion.

"Is there...something wrong?" he asked in a low voice.

The figure in the overcoat slowly raised his right hand.

The black muzzle of a revolver was pointed at the boy's forehead.

“I will personally enter the ancient military archives… in another way,” Chen Ling said calmly.

boom--

The trigger was pulled, and a phantom bullet struck the boy squarely between the eyebrows.

……

With a deep, rumbling whistle, the ship broke through the thick ice and docked before a large black gate at the foot of the giant black sword.

One figure after another jumped off the ship and into the Black Gate. After a dizzying spin, their feet landed on the ancient land of Bingdao.

As everyone excitedly began to scatter and search for the creatures that embodied the killing intent to hone their skills, in a corner unnoticed by anyone, a young man calmly opened his eyes.

He is Chen Ling.

Or rather, it was Chen Ling's will that transferred her memories into this boy through the "Yesterday's Revolver".

As for Chen Ling's original body, which carried the boy's original memories, it had already been thrown into the storm of thoughts by Chen Ling. With the boy's willpower, it was impossible for him to get out of it in a short time, let alone use Chen Ling's body to do anything.

Chen Ling possessed the boy's body, looked around at the towering cliffs in the distance, the rugged terrain, and the black giant sword that seemed to pierce the sky, a complex look appearing in her eyes...

"The ancient art of war..." Chen Ling murmured to himself.

"I never thought I'd be able to come back one day."