Chapter 1008: Confusion Surging

Damn it...

Damn it!!

Chen Ling ran wildly along the street with red eyes, the veins in his neck bulging one by one. His pace became faster and faster, and the emotion, whether it was anger or resentment, was vented in the rushing wind.

Who am I?

This question had haunted his mind like a nightmare since he first regained consciousness. A transmigrator, an actor on stage, Chen Yan, Chen Ling of District 3... He had been defeated psychologically by this question time and time again, and time and time again, he had found answers he thought were the answers.

In the Ancient Treasury of the Path of Drama, he thought he had obtained the final answer: he was the transmigrator Chen Ling, who, after merging with Chen Ling of District 3, resided in Chen Yan's body...

But now, he couldn't even find evidence of his existence before the transmigration.

All the clues were pointing to the fact that he didn't exist at all... But how could a non-existent person have such clear and realistic memories? Family, elementary school, middle school, university, work... Spanning more than twenty years, that was his life!!

His life might not have been brilliant, might not have been rich, but an ordinary life was also proof that he had existed as a human. But now, all the proof had been overturned.

At this moment,

the words Yao said in the [Mirror of True Self] surfaced in Chen Ling's mind again:

"Are you really a transmigrator? Do you really believe in the existence of transmigration? Who... exactly are you?"

In fact, ever since Chen Ling perceived his confusion that time, this conversation had been forgotten along with his awakening... But now, that "confusion" he had ignored surged into his mind again!

Transmigrating after a chandelier fell on him, inexplicably arriving hundreds of years later, merging with Chen Yan of the Path of the Drama God and Yao of the Path of the Witch God at the most difficult and critical moment, becoming a trinity... Was this a coincidence, or a "setup" specifically designed by someone?

Does transmigration really exist in this world?

If it was a "setup," then who was the person who laid this setup? And why was he the one chosen?

Confusion surged in Chen Ling's heart. He felt his head was about to split, the road ahead began to blur and double, and his speed gradually slowed down...

Amidst the haze, a mixed-race figure wearing a British trench coat appeared at the end of the road like a ghost.

Chen Ling's body shook, and he stopped abruptly...

He endured the pain deep in his brain, stared fixedly at the man with red eyes, and said hoarsely:

"...Silver King."

"I'm curious." The Silver King watched Chen Ling calmly. "I clearly exchanged your memories at the time... How did you recover?"

Chen Ling squeezed a sneer from the corner of his mouth. "Guess?"

Things had reached this point, and there was no need for Chen Ling to continue acting; the Silver King wasn't a fool. Hongxiu's betrayal, Chi Tong's death, the "Twilight Society" intimidating the Fire Tamperers, the entire Wuji Realm in chaos... The mastermind behind all this could only be Chen Ling.

The Silver King raised his hand slowly,

"No, I'm not interested."

The moment the voice fell, Chen Ling felt the world spin. He lost all support and fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust...

He looked down and saw that his hands and feet had separated from his torso, like toy parts that had been taken apart, scattered messily on the ground.

There was no pain, no wounds, and not even blood flowed from the severed parts, but Chen Ling could no longer use a shred of strength, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"I have to say, your acting is very good... even I was fooled."

In the inverted street, the Silver King dragged his broken body and walked slowly toward Chen Ling. Even though his tone was as calm as possible, Chen Ling still felt an anger from it!

Those deep blue eyes looked down coldly at Chen Ling, who was like a human stick:

"I have already developed the intent to kill, and even dismantled you to this point, but that 'World-Ending' still hasn't come out... Its connection to you is not that tight at all, is it?"

"Everything was you acting, because only by making us feel that 'World-Ending' could appear because of you at any time could you deter us..."

"As expected of Red Heart 6 of the Twilight Society, a Tier 4, actually playing a group of us around."

He squatted down, grabbed Chen Ling's hair, and forced him to look at him.

"But now, I won't give you this chance."

A "Heart Python" hundreds of meters high, like a ferocious monster, slowly outlined itself from the void behind the Silver King. Its scarlet tongue flicked at Chen Ling, making a hissing sound.

In front of those snake eyes that could see through the human heart, Chen Ling felt as if he had been completely seen through, and the hair on his body stood up instantly!

"Such rich confusion..."

The Silver King's eyes narrowed slightly, and he let out a soft exclamation.

In the eyes of the Heart Python, all of Chen Ling's emotions were manifested at this moment: some anger, some fear, some unwillingness... But all these emotions were swallowed by another emotion called "confusion." If other emotions were about the size of a palm, the confusion hovering above Chen Ling was like a giant ship.

The Silver King had never seen such vast and rich confusion; it was beyond his imagination.

"Is this confusion hidden by someone?" The Silver King's Heart Python seemed to have sensed something and was communicating with him. Between that rich confusion, a mysterious pattern could be seen, hidden in the deepest part of Chen Ling's memory.

Like a seal.

It was precisely because of the existence of this seal that Chen Ling was not swallowed by the confusion. All the truth was sealed there; someone had deliberately hidden them so that Chen Ling would not remember.

"Interesting..." The Silver King sneered. "I want to see who is using you to lay out this setup?"

As the voice fell, the Silver King grabbed the seal in the depths of Chen Ling's memory, and a pattern was instantly "stolen." The next moment, countless confusion gushed out, completely drowning Chen Ling's mind!

……

"Did you... really transmigrate?"

……

The bright red floor numbers jumped on the screen, and the old elevator rose slowly with a creaking sound. Chen Ling felt as if he had returned to that familiar residential area... He endured the pain deep in his brain and looked up at the top of the elevator.

6——7——8……

Finally, the elevator stopped slowly at the ninth floor.

As the elevator door opened slowly, a familiar conversation drifted into his ears...

"Caiyun... don't cry anymore. If you keep crying like this, what will happen to your health..."

"Yeah, if A-Ling were alive and saw you like this, how heartbroken would he be?"

"A-Ling was a good child, but his fate is really... sigh."

Hearing this conversation, Chen Ling immediately remembered the scene when he first entered the era archives and returned home... Everything happening now was exactly the same as it was then.

He subconsciously looked up, his gaze toward the door of his home...