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I Am Not The God Of Drama Chapter 1829

Train roaring[ ... words ]

I Am Not The God Of Drama Chapter 1829

Train roaring[ … words ]

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Train Roaring

“What’s going on?”

“Why is there such a huge commotion over at the Inner Wall?”

On the Outer Wall of the Red Dust Bastion, He Jing frowned tightly as he watched the terrifying auras continuously surge and spill out from behind the Inner Wall.

Not long ago, the entire Red Dust Bastion heard a loud boom coming from behind the Inner Wall. However, because the inner and outer walls were too far apart, He Jing still didn’t know what happened until now… But undoubtedly, an intense war was erupting in the Red Dust Domain guarded by the Inner Wall.

But weren’t there three Dukes of the State guarding there?

Who could fight the three Dukes to that extent?

Just as He Jing was lost in thought, a figure passed by him.

“Eunuch Zuo.” He Jing immediately followed and asked, “What’s the situation now?”

“Two Demigods?” He Jing was startled. “Aren’t all the Demigods on our side? Where did two Demigods come from…”

“I don’t know either. I can’t confirm the identities of those two right now.”

“However…”

Eunuch Zuo paused for a moment, “It’s very likely they are people from the Dusk Society.”

“People from the Dusk Society directly crossed the Outer Wall and entered the Red Dust Domain?”

“Perhaps they had long lurked inside the Red Dust Bastion. It’s just that they hid too well, and we never discovered them from beginning to end.”

“Then what’s the purpose of so many of us guarding the Outer Wall?”

“In the Red Dust Domain, there are only two Demigods… But the whereabouts of the other members of the Dusk Society are still unknown.” Eunuch Zuo said in a deep voice, “Demigods are opponents for the Dukes. What we need to do is ensure that the other people don’t affect the Red Dust Bastion.”

“But if the Dusk Society had already planted people in the city long ago, even reaching the Red Dust Domain… aren’t we wasting time being stationed here?”

He Jing thought for a long time, raising a question along this line of thought.

Eunuch Zuo nodded slightly:

“You are right. So the first moment the Red Dust Domain was attacked, I already dispersed a portion of our manpower into the city to impose martial law… Didn’t you notice that the guards on the Outer Wall are already somewhat fewer?”

“…No wonder…”

He Jing was just about to open his mouth to say something else when a piercing alarm suddenly rang out from the side!

Buzz buzz buzz——

Scarlet warning lights spun wildly on the Watchtower.

The hearts of all the defenders on the Outer Wall tightened simultaneously, as if facing a formidable enemy.

“There is a train driving toward the Red Dust Bastion!” A voice echoed in the air.

Everyone looked in that direction, and saw a black dot indeed speeding rapidly toward here along the tracks. It was just that because the distance was too far, they couldn’t see it clearly…

“A domain train?” He Jing was startled. “Are there still domain train schedules coming to the Red Dust Bastion today?”

“No!”

Eunuch Zuo stared fixedly at that black dot and answered without hesitation,

“All domain trains coming to the Red Dust Bastion have already suspended operation… That one is not our train!”

Clang—— Clang—— Clang…

In the tranquil carriage, Chen Ling slowly opened his eyes, his gaze looking toward the gradually approaching Red Dust Bastion in the distance.

The towering Outer Wall was like a continuous mountain cliff standing upon the grayish-black earth, heavy and dull, without a single pore for breathing. The train sped toward there, as if it would eventually crash into a towering mountain of death.

But the train’s speed didn’t slow down in the slightest, like a black beast charging on the tracks.

Chen Ling picked up a pen and, stroke by stroke, wrote the fourth name on the paper:

[Chen Ling].

Phew——

He lightly blew out the Kerosene Lamp on the desk.

The orange light suddenly extinguished, and dark shadows enveloped the entire train. Chen Ling stood up and walked toward the front of the train.

Creak.

As the heavy train door was pushed open, the empty driver’s cabin came into Chen Ling’s view. There was no driver on this train right now, only an iron rod firmly jamming the control handle in the “full speed ahead” position.

This was a train destined to have no way to retreat.

The figure in the Theatrical Robe stood alone at the front of the train. The fierce wind poured in from the open window, blowing the hem of his Theatrical Robe wildly…

Train, domain, high wall.

Familiar scenes reflected in Chen Ling’s eyes. In a daze, the past and present gradually overlapped… He felt as if he had returned to that icy and snowy Aurora Domain, returned to the time when he first knocked open the door of the Human Domains.

The past that belonged to him no longer existed. In this brand new world, history was repeating itself.

It seemed nothing had changed, yet it also seemed everything had changed.

Chen Ling took a deep breath, and thoughts surged in his mind. He didn’t stand calmly inside the carriage, but directly took a step out, arriving at the very top of the train’s front!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh——

Standing at the front of the train, the familiar fierce wind blew Chen Ling’s hair and clothes wildly.

On the city wall in the distance, dazzling points of light silently ignited one after another. This super defense line gathering the top Combat Power of humanity was already completely activated at this moment. Overwhelming attacks locked onto this train, intending to destroy it along with Chen Ling outside the Bastion.

The brilliance of Divine Pathways dazzled the eyes in the distant sky. All kinds of long-range strikes pounced toward Chen Ling like a sky full of Meteor Showers!

Chen Ling calmly watched this scene, slowly closing his eyes…

His soft murmur was drowned without a trace in the fierce wind:

“The good show…”

“Begins.”

“It’s actually still not slowing down?!”

“Not right… It wants to crash open the Outer Wall of the Red Dust Bastion!”

“I see it clearly, there is a figure standing at the front of the train… He is…”

“It’s Chen Ling!!”

“He really came… Is he crazy??”

“He wants to use a train to shake the entire domain??”

“Stop it!! It wants to use this method to open a gap for the Dusk Society!”

“No matter what, we can’t let it damage the outer wall of the Bastion!”

“Even more so, we can’t let the World-Ending Calamity and the Dusk Society enter the city!! Transfer all our manpower over! We must destroy that train outside the Bastion!!”

“…”

On the Outer Wall of the Red Dust Bastion, all attention landed on that rapidly approaching train, as well as the figure in the Theatrical Robe at the front of the train. A nervous atmosphere rapidly permeated the air.

No one knew where this nervousness came from. That tiny black train seemed to carry something indescribable. Seeing it approaching bit by bit, it was as if they could predict some bad thing was about to happen.

Therefore, hundreds of resplendent attacks shot out overwhelmingly.

Fifth-Tier, Sixth Stage, Rank 7, Rank 8… various Divine Pathways, various paths, erupted with terrifying Combat Power at this moment. Such dense firepower coverage could even block the attack of an entire World-Ending territory.

Boom boom boom boom boom——!!!

A sky full of rain of light streaked across the firmament, accurately bombarding the train and the surrounding earth.

Intense firelight mixed with ear-piercing loud noises exploded continuously above the earth!!

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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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