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I Am Not The God Of Drama Chapter 1022

Funeral, silver king[ ... words ]

I Am Not The God Of Drama Chapter 1022

Funeral, silver king[ … words ]

[ … words ]

Funeral, Silver King

“Twilight Society…”

Wind surged and clouds rolled; the dawn light rose.

Seeing the crowd slowly walking into the street, the eyes of the many Fire-Stealers in the Wuji Domain were filled with astonishment and bewilderment… In the cognition of the world, the Twilight Society was a rather mysterious organization. They seemed to be everywhere, but aside from a few individuals, the others almost never showed their faces in the public eye.

This was also the reason why some people could do bad things in the name of the Twilight Society without being immediately exposed. After all, perhaps even the Twilight Society members themselves weren’t clear on exactly who was in this organization.

But this time,

The Twilight Society actually mobilized in full force?!

For the first time in history, the Twilight Society appeared before the world, appeared under the sunlight with such a grand lineup… Only then did everyone realize that those seemingly unremarkable figures possessed the power to overturn the entire Realm.

“A single Six of Hearts actually drew out the entire Twilight Society??” Lan Yu spoke in disbelief,

“This is troublesome…”

Both the Fire-Stealers and the Twilight Society were regarded as extremely dangerous terrorists by the Human Domains. Although the Fire-Stealers were numerous, all members were from the Path of the Thief. This resulted in them possessing extremely strong mobility in the dark, and being capable of accomplishing some unbelievable things…

The Twilight Society was different. All members were elites and monsters who were extremely outstanding in their respective fields. When it came to frontal Combat Power, how could a group of thieves compare to a group of crazy perverts?

The Fire-Stealers were somewhat flustered, but it was limited to this… because they knew that this was their home turf.

The Silver King, the Lord of Wuji, four Judgment Proxies…

They had taken root in this Realm for too long. How could a group of foreign lunatics overthrow them so casually?

Huang He and Lan Yu steadied their minds. The next moment, they saw a familiar figure slowly walking out from among the Twilight Society crowd…

It was a man covered in dust with a sorry appearance. He wore a tattered White Baseball Cap, concealing a small half of his face, and two silver Snake Earrings swayed slightly in the sunlight.

He walked at the very front, leading the Twilight Society crowd through the bewildered crowd of citizens, stopping his steps before the chaotic ruins.

“Bai Ye, you actually dare to come back!!” Lan Yu instantly raged. “The King will not forgive you!!”

“Forgive?”

Bai Ye smiled slightly. He lifted a corner of the brim of his baseball cap. “I don’t need the Silver King’s forgiveness… Us appearing here has only one purpose…”

Thump!

10 of Diamonds standing beside him stomped heavily on the ground.

The next moment, coffin boards rose rapidly, splicing together in front of everyone into a heavy black long coffin. The Coffin stood upright on the ground, facing the Church, as pitch-black as an abyss.

The Twilight Society crowd stood under the radiance, their clothes gently fluttering in the wind. Bai Ye walked to the Coffin, a trace of piercingly cold Killing Intent flashing through his eyes.

He spoke faintly:

“Today… we hold a funeral for the Silver King!”

Holding funerals for Realms, encoffining the Nine Monarchs.

Up until now, all of the Twilight Society’s funeral targets were those Realms whose lives had reached their ends… The Lord of Ruoshui, the Lord of the Aurora, Demigod Yao Qing… The Twilight Society never interfered with a Realm’s development, and even less would they intervene in its destruction.

But this time, they were going to proactively hold a funeral for the Silver King.

The Silver King was still alive?

Then kill him, and hold a funeral for him afterward.

“Just relying on you people, you want to hold a funeral for the King?” Huang He sneered. “Your strength is uneven. We don’t even need the King to take action personally. A few Judgment Proxies will be enough to finish off all of you…”

“Is that so?”

Queen of Diamonds in the crowd spoke unhurriedly,

“Then you’d best pray… they have the time to care about you.”

Outside the Church doors,

A figure whose entire body was shrouded in a shadow cloak seemed to perceive something. He slowly turned around, the embroidered silver clouds on his cuffs fluttering silently.

If the Young Sect Leader were here, he would instantly recognize his identity. This was his biological older brother, the former Sect Leader of the Esoteric Sect, the hope of the younger generation of humanity, and one of the Judgment Proxies, [Tian Huai].

Yet at this moment, this super powerhouse whose name shook the Five Great Realms frowned unconsciously. As if perceiving danger approaching, his gaze looked toward the end of the long street…

In the direction where the morning sun rose, a slender figure holding a Greatsword was silently walking toward this place.

[King of Clubs], Luan Mei.

Luan Mei wore a black qipao, like a black plum blossom blooming in the dead of winter, solemn and fierce. The blade of the Greatsword pointed diagonally at the ground. Invisible Killing Intent dragged out a deep slash mark on the ground from afar.

“A controlled puppet, huh…” Luan Mei’s voice was indifferent, as if coming from the netherworld,

“If it were normally, I would still have the interest to play with you… But very unfortunately, the people of our sect are all in a very bad mood today… If you don’t want to die, you’d best not leave this street.”

She raised her palm and gently swiped it across her cold face. Black flames flashed silently, and a “Female Lead” Opera Mask replaced her original appearance, exposed to the air!

In an instant, surging Killing Intent enveloped the black-clothed Tian Huai. His figure was firmly imprisoned in place, as if plummeting into an ice cave!

Tap-tap——

The soft sound of chopsticks tapping the table echoed in the empty Alleyway.

A burly figure dressed as a farmer was already sitting on a chair at an open-air breakfast stall. He placed the Straw Hat from his back onto the back of the chair, yawned lazily, and with two chopsticks in hand, gently tapped the table…

Even when roaring explosions occasionally came from afar, he didn’t have the slightest reaction, merely eating the flatbread in his hand indifferently, as if even if the sky collapsed, it wasn’t as important as eating.

As he ate half of the flatbread in his hand, another figure slowly walked over from the Alleyway. He glanced at the farmer who was eating with his head down, and unhurriedly sat across from him.

“Boss, give me a steamer basket of buns.” The man called out calmly toward the breakfast shop.

But in the breakfast shop at this moment, where would there be anyone… The riot in the Wuji Domain had already caused the residents to completely panic. This breakfast shop was also completely empty. Even the flatbread in the farmer’s hand was brought from his own pocket.

The farmer took a fierce bite of the flatbread and grinned at the man before him:

“The boss isn’t here, you’d better stay hungry.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

The moment the man’s voice fell, the farmer’s expression abruptly froze.

Because he saw that at some point, a steamer basket of steaming hot buns had already appeared out of thin air in front of the man, occupying more than half the table. It was like a prop conjured from a storybook, looking so appetizing that it made one’s index finger twitch!

Rolling hot steam rose from the steamer basket. The farmer only felt his vision blur, and that person transformed into a colorful Painted Face Role, dreamlike and illusory amidst the smoke, making one’s heart palpitate boundlessly with just a single glance…

Wen Renyou casually drew two chopsticks from the edge of the table. The next moment, they transformed into two gleaming machetes, piercing into the earth in a cross.

Cold glints reflected on the farmer’s face. That colorful Painted Face Role slowly picked up a bun and took a bite:

“It’s delicious, eat slowly… Only after finishing your meal today are you allowed to leave.”

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I Am Not the God of Drama

I Am Not the God of Drama

INTDG, I’m Not The Drama God, I’m Not the God of Drama, Wo Bushi Xi Shen, 我不是戏神
Score 9.1
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: , Released: 2023 Native Language: Chinese

Synopsis

A red meteor slashed through the heavens, and everything changed.

Human progress did not slow down. It stopped. Completely. Since that momentous day, humanity lost its ability to create rockets, nuclear weapons, airplanes, cars, even the simplest engines. The towering pyramid of civilization, meticulously built from the achievements of modern science, crumbled into dust as if it had never existed.

But the catastrophe did not end there.

The grey realm followed close behind the red meteor, a ghostly reflection lurking behind the mirror of reality. It dragged the civilized world bit by bit into the abyss of disorder. Cities fell. Borders dissolved. Laws became memories. In this new age, a human life was no more significant than a speck of dust drifting through a wasteland.

Yet amidst the ruins, humanity's spirit shone as brightly as the stars. That is the cruel irony of this broken world. When everything else is stripped away, what remains is the one thing that cannot be destroyed. Hope. Defiance. The will to stand back up.

Now, look closer at the crumbling edifice. Observe the figure standing on the wreckage of civilization. His red cloak is as vivid as blood, snapping in winds that smell of ash and sorrow. His expressions flicker between laughter and tears, never settling on one for too long. He is an actor. He is a survivor. He is something this dying world has never seen before.

Behind him, the curtain of the era gently parts. With arms wide open, he whispers to all who would listen.

Let the show begin.

This is not a story about a god descending to save humanity. This is a story about a man who refuses to let the final act end in silence. The red meteor took everything. The grey realm is still taking. But the actor? He is just getting started. And in a world where civilization has forgotten how to dream, sometimes the most dangerous thing you can be is entertaining.

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