I'm not a drama god

"Avoiding disaster..."

Clang—Clang—Clang…

With a roar of its whistle, the boundary train sped across the dark earth.

In the quiet carriage, Chen Ling sat alone by the window, the kerosene lamp flickering silently. His pen touched the paper, leaving a smudge of ink.

Chen Ling could sense that the aura of destruction, as vast as the sun, within the Gray Realm had vanished.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Among the six world-destroying forces in the Gray Realm, the Calamity of Disaster is the most stable and conservative, hiding in the deep sea all day long. However, its strength is by no means weak. In the previous world, the members of the Twilight Society only managed to kill it with the giant sword of the Ancient Sword of the Heidou.

But in this life, Ying Fu actually managed to kill Ji Zai and destroy the entire Forbidden Sea in such a short time...

Chen Ling was not surprised that Ying Fu would win, but he won too quickly and too easily.

At this rate, Ying Fu could slaughter all the world-destroying beings except for Chaozai and Sizai in a single day at most… Moreover, with so many divine powers at his disposal, Ying Fu would undoubtedly possess the ability to harm Sizai, making Sizai's annihilation a certainty. As for Chaozai…

Chen Ling knew very well that even in his prime, Chao Zai was no match for Ying Fu at this moment.

but……

Things may not go as smoothly as they seem.

Just as Chen Ling thought of this, a flood of thoughts surged into his mind... It wasn't Chen Ling who caused it.

"You actually want to drag me down with you?" Chen Ling sneered.

at the same time,

The thought of disaster was transmitted to his mind from afar.

Outside the window of the interdimensional train, several illusory figures appeared and disappeared. There was a skeletal dragon with outstretched wings, a monstrous, crawling, turbid Buddha tree, a thousand-eyed beast skin fluttering in the wind, and a scarlet shadow sitting at the front of the train, grinning maliciously…

On the seat opposite Chen Ling, a human-shaped storm gradually took shape.

Chen Ling didn't even look up at them, quietly writing and drawing something on the paper with her pen.

These beings are not real entities existing here; they are merely mental invaders attempting to seize control of Chen Ling's mind... while Chen Ling is also using her own mental invaders to counter their abilities.

This train, surrounded by the phantoms of world destruction, is the product of the mental struggle between the two of them.

“That human emperor has already come to kill us.” The storm phantom opposite Chen Ling said in a deep voice, “I know you don’t belong to this world, but the Calamity is the Calamity. If we die, you will be wiped out by him sooner or later... Why don’t we join forces now and eliminate him together?”

Chen Ling's pen suddenly stopped.

The orange lights flickered silently.

Chen Ling's face was flickering between light and shadow as he looked up at the humanoid storm opposite him:

"...You're wrong."

"Where is wrong?"

"I'm not mocking disaster," Chen Ling said calmly.

“I am Chen Ling… the sixth generation Red King of the Twilight Society, Chen Ling.”

Chen Ling slowly put down the pen, her hands resting calmly on her knees. The red and black-patterned opera robe looked intricate and menacing in the flickering candlelight.

"I do not get along with him."

"I really want to see who is better than him."

“But even if I am ultimately to die by his sword, I will not join forces with you world destroyers to murder the most important pillar of humanity today.”

"Me and you..."

"Different."

Chen Ling finished speaking.

The entire carriage fell into a deathly silence.

A crimson hue spread from the hem of Chen Ling's opera robe, gradually staining the entire carriage, as if determined to fight Si Zai's thoughts to the death... Red and black divided the carriage, with Chen Ling and Si Zai sitting on opposite sides of the dividing line, silently gazing at each other.

"You can continue stalling for time here with me, or try to break me down with your thoughts," Chen Ling said again.

"However, every second you waste here with me gives that human emperor one more second to deal with other world-ending events... Without your strategist in charge, how long can they hold out against the emperor?"

Chen Ling's words seemed to completely enrage Si Zai. The empty eyes of the humanoid storm widened violently, and the blackness covering the carriage roared forward for a moment...

But the next second, it calmly retreated backward, disappearing little by little into the carriage like a tide.

A humanoid storm silently rose up.

It looked at Chen Ling before the kerosene lamp and spoke coldly:

"Mocking disaster is mocking disaster... Even if you can deceive yourself, you can't change how people see you."

"One day, you will be utterly devastated by the very people you want to protect."

"I hope that by then... you won't regret it."

"Then you won't need to trouble yourself," Chen Ling replied calmly.

Si Zai's figure gradually became transparent, and finally, along with the other apocalyptic phantoms surrounding the train, it completely disappeared without a trace.

Clang—Clang—Clang…

The boundary train continues to travel through the gray boundary.

Chen Ling picked up his pen again and began to sketch lightly on the page. The locations of the human prisons were clearly marked on the page... Next to each prison, several unfamiliar names were written.

As he continued sketching, he glanced at the dim, gray world outside the window… He parted his lips and murmured in a voice only he could hear:

"They're setting a trap for you..."

Be careful.

……

The Gray Boundary, on the other side.

Having already traversed the void and arrived at the edge of the Bitter Flesh Forest, Ying Fu paused slightly.

He turned his head and glanced at a certain direction in the void, his eyes, radiating golden imperial might, narrowed silently... After a moment, he looked back at the exceptionally quiet Bitter Flesh Forest before him.

then,

Take a firm step forward.

The moment Ying Fu stepped into the Bitter Flesh Forest, his overwhelming imperial might once again swept across the heavens and earth. He made no attempt to hide himself or retreat, but instead declared war on the entire Bitter Flesh Forest with the most open and righteous attitude!

Today, he carries the hatred accumulated by humanity for over three hundred years, representing the sharpest sword of humanity in this era.

How could he possibly avoid the sharp edge of these beasts?

The moment Ying Fu stepped into the Bitter Flesh Forest, towering tree trunks burst open from the surrounding earth, connecting above him like a huge and grotesque cage of flesh and blood, trapping him inside!

At the same time, a vast and world-destroying aura erupted from the depths of the Bitter Flesh Forest!

Om-! !

A Buddha, seemingly surrounded by a sacred halo, slowly rose from the filthy mud. The fleshy fruit, which looked exactly like the Buddha's head, suddenly opened its hideous maw and let out a piercing roar at Ying Fu!

Not only that, but a howling wind swept in from the sky, and a colossal, skeletal shadow, obscuring the heavens and the earth, continued to grow larger on the ground...

A thousand-eyed beast hide, disguised as an ordinary tree trunk, opened its eyes at the same time beneath Ying Fu's feet;

A storm, seemingly not existing in the real world, erupted in my thoughts;

A faceless, black shadow, carrying a jar of Five Poisons Wine, stood in the distant void, laughing maniacally at the tiny Emperor's figure imprisoned in the Bitter Flesh Forest.

In an instant, five world-destroying auras surged towards Ying Fu like towering waves!