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I Am Not The God Of Drama Chapter 1109

Ball of thread[ ... words ]

I Am Not The God Of Drama Chapter 1109

Ball of thread[ … words ]

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Ball of Thread

As the voice fell, the six Shadow Centipedes trembled even more violently.

The centipede in the lead didn’t hesitate, directly carrying Chen Ling and darting into the depths of the Gray World with a whoosh. The other small centipedes originally wanted to run, but in their panic they crashed into each other until they were dizzy. Following a hiss from the big centipede in the distance, they still obediently followed behind, disappearing at the end of the horizon.

Inside the Mother Tree, the numerous spectating teenagers opened their mouths wide in shock. It wasn’t until Chen Ling disappeared with the group of Calamities that they finally recovered their senses.

They had heard about the various deeds regarding Chen Ling, but until this moment, they truly witnessed Chen Ling’s power…

Let alone anything else, just that big centipede alone could sweep across almost all of them. After all, most of them were young and hadn’t integrated to the stage of [Slaughtering the Calamity], nor did they possess offensive power. If they wandered outside the Mother Tree, that Calamity could take their little lives.

But Chen Ling just stomped his foot and scared their whole family out, and with two sentences made them obediently follow orders. This kind of oppressive feeling was something even the strongest Fusionist couldn’t achieve. It was a terrifying dominance possessed only by the King of Calamities!

At this moment, those legendary pasts of Chen Ling circulating in the Integration Faction truly manifested in everyone’s eyes.

“Where is Big Brother Chen Ling going?”

“If it’s Big Brother Chen Ling, he will definitely be able to save them back…”

The worries and panic lingering in the hearts of all the teenagers of the Integration Faction dissipated by more than half with Chen Ling’s departure. The fire of hope reignited in their eyes, incomparably excited. Even when Zhao Yi and Old Wolf and the others set out to look for people, they hadn’t had such a strong reaction.

What brought all this, besides the scene of Chen Ling summoning the Calamities just now, was more of the story behind him, and the teenagers’ admiration and trust in him… This was the power brought by “legends”.

The joyful and boiling atmosphere spread within the Mother Tree.

Behind the window of the office, Teacher Ye quietly looked at Chen Ling’s departing back figure, murmuring to himself:

“Scarlet Master of the Ghastly Mocking Abyss, Formless King Who Mocks Fate, huh…”

Teacher Ye smiled slightly, putting the syringe in his hand back into the box.

Click——

The Black Box was locked again.

“Sixteen…”

“Seventeen…”

“Eighteen…”

On the other side of the canopy, a petite figure was carefully groping forward along the branches of the Mother Tree, relying on the faint light of the Kerosene Lamp to drive away the darkness. At the same time, she bent down continuously picking off the leaves that were about to wither, putting them into the small basket at her waist.

A burst of rumbling came from the distance, followed closely by a burst of crowd exclamations. Little Peach wiped the sweat on her forehead, unable to help asking:

“Sister Miaomiao, what happened over there?”

Not far from her on the other side, Miaomiao shouted in pleasant surprise:

“Little Peach, you don’t need to pick anymore! Big Brother Chen Ling gathered a group of Calamities and personally went to look for Linglong and Little White!”

“Ah?!”

Little Peach was taken aback, and then supported herself on the intertwining and chaotic branches, coming down bit by bit.

“Really? Where where?”

“Really, he’s already left… in that direction.”

Little Peach looked in the direction Miaomiao pointed her finger, but could only see a patch of deep night color, and the eerie and terrifying outlines of Calamity territories in the Gray World.

Hugging the small basket in her arms, the figure wearing the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe surfaced in her mind, murmuring to herself:

“If it’s Big Brother Chen Ling… it should be no problem.”

“I feel so too!” Miaomiao pulled her hand. “Alright, the dead leaves you picked today are quite a lot too. Let’s quickly go back.”

“… Mhm.”

Little Peach nodded, following Miaomiao to walk under the canopy. Just at this moment, out of the corner of her eye she seemed to have swept across something, a trace of doubt flashing in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sister Miaomiao… look what that is?”

Miaomiao squatted down along with Little Peach, looking at the trunk of the Mother Tree together. They only saw a mass of black lines resembling chaotic graffiti drawn on the surface of the trunk, messy and disorderly, incomprehensible.

“It should be someone’s prank, right?” Miaomiao stretched out her hand and wiped the lines, but failed to wipe them off in the slightest.

“To actually scribble and draw on the Mother Tree, when we go back and tell Teacher Ye, we must find out and severely punish them!”

As Miaomiao spoke, she shifted her gaze away. But in the next moment, she found that that mass of lines was like branded on her retina. No matter which direction she looked, it couldn’t be driven away.

The chaotic lines wildly spun in front of her eyes, like an abstract storm, swallowing everything in front of her bit by bit…

“Little Peach… something doesn’t seem right… I…”

Miaomiao staggered a few steps dizzily, wanting to grab Little Peach’s hand at the side, but found that Little Peach was also staring blankly in place like her. A mass of pitch-black disorderly lines spread in her pupils, ultimately occupying the entire eyeball.

The gentle breeze brushed across the canopy of the Mother Tree, and the two young girls stood blankly in place.

A long while later, they suddenly took stiff steps, as if having lost their souls, walking together towards the depths of the Gray World…

Jian Changsheng sat on a boulder, supporting his head with one hand, looking at a cluster of lead-gray clouds resembling a Mushroom floating above his head, as if spacing out.

Faintly, the shouts of two other people leisurely entered his ears:

“Four 5s!”

“Six 6s!”

“Six 6s? Open!”

Jack of Diamonds shouted loudly, directly opening the dice cup in front of Sun Bumian. After calculating the points, he laughed heartily, “You lost!! Drink!”

Sun Bumian scratched his hair in annoyance, turning his head to look at Jiang Xiaohua eagerly.

Jiang Xiaohua sat cross-legged on the ground, beside him a pile of empty alcohol bottles. Hearing Jack of Diamonds yell to drink, without a second word, he silently tilted his head back and finished a bottle of alcohol.

A faint blush had already risen on Jiang Xiaohua’s cheeks. He faintly glanced at Sun Bumian, speaking muffledly:

“You’re so bad at this… Diamonds.”

“Grandma’s, it shouldn’t be ah…” Sun Bumian’s old face flushed red, staring straight at the dice in front of Jack of Diamonds, finding it inconceivable. “Thinking back to those years, I was also a veteran dominating Casinos domestically and abroad, how could I not win…”

Jack of Diamonds directly ignored Sun Bumian’s muttering. Seeing Jiang Xiaohua finish drinking, he also picked up his own alcohol bottle and clinked it with Jiang Xiaohua’s, speaking very joyfully:

“Come, I’m craving, I’ll accompany you for a glass!”

After speaking, he also tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

“Again!”

Two sounds of shaking dice overlapped together, making Jian Changsheng annoyed listening. He couldn’t help but get up and walk to Jack of Diamonds’s side, directly asking:

“No buddy, walking and stopping like this, in what year and month will we be able to walk to the Integration Faction??”

Jack of Diamonds looked up at him, letting out a burp,

“You don’t understand this now… Under the circumstances of not having a clear directional guidance, it’s best not to travel in the Gray World at night, otherwise it’s very easy to lose direction and walk into Calamity territories.

There are train tracks connecting between the Human Domains, no need to worry about getting lost, but right now we are going towards the depths of the Gray World… If you want to arrive at the Integration Faction safely, you have to listen to me.”

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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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