I Am Not The God Of Drama Chapter 525

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The Theater Dao Shall Prosper

Saw the “resonance”?

Chen Ling couldn’t understand it, but he could guess that this was probably a method specifically used by the Path of the Sovereign to subjugate subjects… Besides that, knowing that the Path of the Sovereign possessed a gravitational pull towards other Divine Paths was also an important harvest.

However, the information he could squeeze out from Nie Yu was probably only this much.

“Working so loyally for Ying Fu, is it worth it?” Chen Ling spoke in a deep voice.

“You wouldn’t understand His Majesty’s grand ambitions in his heart… He is not only an ‘Emperor,’ but also a hero who can lead humanity towards glory.” Nie Yu sneered. “Even if you kill me today, there will be more people willing to follow behind him. One day, His Majesty will overturn the world and create a brand new era for humanity.”

“Overturn the world, and for that, hunt down the Nine Monarchs? Are you sure he can lead humanity towards glory?”

“The transformation of an era is always accompanied by sacrifice and blood… Anyone, regardless of strength or status, is just a Chess Piece at His Majesty’s fingertips.”

Chen Ling shook his head. He pressed the gun muzzle against Nie Yu’s glabella, directly pressing his head heavily against the wall surface.

“It doesn’t matter… Time will prove everything.” Nie Yu’s sole remaining pupil gazed at Chen Ling, his voice tranquil without ripples.

Chen Ling no longer entangled with Nie Yu. At this moment, his body had also reached its limit. If he dragged it out any longer, unforeseen events might occur… His last bit of Spiritual Power poured into the muzzle, and the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe moved without wind.

Chen Ling’s apricot-red eyes gradually lit up in the darkness:

“For the restart of human civilization…”

“I judge you to death.”

Bang—!

As Chen Ling pulled the trigger, the [Judgment Court] activated again. The Deconstruction Power surged out from the muzzle, directly annihilating the closely situated Nie Yu’s head and neck into nothingness!

A fragmented corpse fell into a dripping pool of blood. The factory building was quiet, leaving only the rustling sound of raindrops.

Outside the flashing screen footage, lines of messages frantically popped out!

“The ‘Hunter’ is dead?!”

“He actually counter-killed the ‘Hunter’… Just what is the background of this Red-Clad Figure?”

“Did you guys see that just now?! He actually summoned lightning bare-handed! God, is it me who’s gone mad, or has this world gone mad?!”

“The ‘Hunter’ is already a legendary existence in the Golden Triangle. I didn’t expect him to actually die in a broken factory building in the end…”

“Does anyone know who this Red-Clad Figure is?”

“Never heard of him before… However, looking at the clothes on his body and the makeup on his face, it feels like a Thespian from the ancient East…”

“What is a ‘Thespian’?”

“It’s similar to an actor, just more ancient.”

“Who can tell me how to contact this Thespian? I want to hire him to kill someone, any amount of money is fine.”

“…”

Just as the entire dark web was shocked by the Hunter’s death, in the Casino in Las Vegas, the man wearing a white Suit was deep in thought.

He gazed at Chen Ling in the footage, his knuckles unconsciously rapping on the table surface, rapidly recalling all the abilities he had displayed so far.

“Walking on air, self-mutilation, changing faces, attracting lightning, and massively powerful bullets… I’ve never heard of any Divine Path possessing such characteristics… Could it be that group of wizards has appeared again? But they shouldn’t appear on the mainland.”

The man frowned in thought. Right at this moment, that Red-Clad Figure standing in the dim factory building suddenly tilted his head slightly and glanced at this surveillance camera…

In the next moment, all the footage plunged into pitch-black, leaving only a large amount of messages popping out on the side.

“He knew we were watching him?!” The man was startled, as if he had thought of something.

“No… no, this live broadcast, he planned it?”

“He had long been certain he could kill the ‘Hunter,’ and even took the initiative to broadcast the entire process of him killing the ‘Hunter’?!”

The suited man’s expression slightly changed. Before this, everyone had preconceived notions that this was a hunting live broadcast initiated by the “Hunter.” But looking at it now, this Red-Clad Performer had long known there were people watching the entire process through the surveillance… He was the true “Hunter” behind the scenes!

But why did he do this?

To let everyone on the dark web witness him killing the “Hunter,” wanting to use this to build his reputation? Or did he have a feud with the “Hunter” and wanted to take revenge in this way?

Question after question surged into the suited man’s heart, but he was destined to be unable to find answers in a live broadcast that had already ended… That figure draped in a Great Crimson Theatrical Robe had already become an unsolved mystery.

…

At the same time, San Francisco.

“Interesting…”

The young man wearing a Tang suit locked his phone screen. After a long silence by the roadside, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up. “It seems an extraordinary fellow has emerged in the Theater Dao… I must find an opportunity to meet him next time.”

“Mister Sun, aren’t we leaving yet?” The teenager beside him asked, scratching his head.

“Let’s go, let’s go, the play is over.”

He patted the dust off the hem of his clothes and stood up from the roadside. One hand picked up the large red Awakened Lion Head-dress beside him, while the other skillfully played with his prayer beads. He walked unhurriedly towards the other side of Chinatown.

The teenager followed beside him. “What play were you watching just now?”

“A good play, a grand play.”

“Ah? Was it very good?”

“Haha, let’s not talk about whether the play was good or not first, but…”

A breeze brushed past the hem of the Tang suit. The young man briefly paused by the roadside. As if sensing something, he looked back towards the direction of the mainland and muttered:

“The Theater Dao… shall prosper.”

…

Clack clack— clack clack— clack clack…

On the snow-covered plains wrapped in silver, a green train sped along the rails.

Drifting snow fluttered outside the window, and large tracts of birch forest retreated amidst the roaring steam. At this moment, in a certain carriage, a figure slowly opened his eyes.

He was draped in a snow-white fur coat, a trace of complexity flashing through his phoenix-like eyes. His entire person was like a sculpture, silently gazing at the flying snow outside the window.

“Your Majesty, what’s wrong?”

On the opposite seat, an old man noticed the anomaly and spoke in confusion.

Ying Fu was silent for a long time before slowly saying:

“Zhen’s general has died in battle.”

“Could it be the First Subject His Majesty mentioned… Heavenly Wolf Nie Yu?”

“…Yes.”

The air in the carriage fell into silence.

The old man let out a long sigh. “These past few days, Your Majesty has constantly been mentioning that General Nie to this old man. Originally, this old man thought that after heading south, I must meet him in person. I didn’t expect… things in this world are truly impermanent.”

“General Nie has a tiger in his heart but sniffs the rose. If Chancellor Han met him, you would surely appreciate him greatly.”

“No matter what… Your Majesty, please restrain your grief.”

Ying Fu withdrew his gaze from outside the window. In those cold and majestic eyes, a faint sorrow rarely flashed past.

He spoke calmly:

“Tell them to stop the train… Zhen will send General Nie off on his final journey.”