Chapter 1315: Black Ling

"You're resorting to a gang fight?!!!"

Seeing this, Chen Ling was so angry he could explode.

This black-robed shadow was stronger than him in speed, strength, and body, yet he could also incite the surrounding audience to gang up on him. This wasn't just a lack of martial virtue; this was blatant cheating!!

From the very beginning, the audience here never intended for them to compete fairly... From the very beginning, they wanted Chen Ling dead!

But no matter how angry Chen Ling was, he couldn't change the current situation. As the expectation value continued to drop, countless audience members rushed toward him. Before this, Chen Ling had already been exhausted by a large wave of audience members, then severely wounded by the black-robed shadow, losing an arm, with his head nearly detached.

Even if Chen Ling was a great fighter, he couldn't fight a hundred hands with one fist.

Fist after fist rained down on his red opera robe like raindrops. Hideous mouths bit into his body, tearing his already limit-reaching frame into a thousand holes. Chen Ling couldn't kill them all; he could only rely on gnawing on audience members to barely restore his strength, but in the process, the surging negative emotions constantly battered his mind.

On the dim stage, Chen Ling’s body and spirit collapsed one after another, as if sinking into an inescapable, infinite purgatory!

His consciousness blurred bit by bit, until finally, he stopped thinking, leaving only the purest violence and combat instinct. He fought among the endless audience members, stumbling and staggering like a shattered actor about to vanish from this world.

Just then, a figure draped in a black opera robe flashed behind Chen Ling, who was fighting mechanically...

Puff—!!

A pitch-black palm pierced through Chen Ling’s chest.

Chen Ling’s body stiffened abruptly, and his only arm, which had been struggling to fight, froze in mid-air... He tried hard to look back, but as the black-robed shadow slashed his palm horizontally, his already half-severed neck was cut through completely, and his head rolled onto the ground with a thud.

The headless red opera-robed body fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound.

Seeing Chen Ling fall, the surrounding audience went mad, excitedly trying to tear apart and eat his body. But the next moment, the black-robed shadow’s eerie black pupils erupted with a cold glint, and he kicked a dozen audience members away, sending them flying off the stage.

With Chen Ling incapacitated, the audience and the black-robed shadow, who had previously been on the same side, immediately turned against each other, fighting over Chen Ling’s "remains"!

But the black-robed shadow’s strength was too great, and the audience had already been mostly exhausted by Chen Ling, while the black-robed shadow, who had sat back and reaped the rewards, was barely injured. The situation was almost a one-sided slaughter; many audience members could only glare at the black-robed shadow in anger and frustration before being mercilessly knocked off the stage.

After a period of fighting, only the black-robed opera shadow remained standing on the empty stage.

At this point, the spotlight had completely returned to brightness, and all the light converged on the black-robed shadow. But that black robe seemed capable of devouring light, appearing like a humanoid abyss on the stage...

The black-robed shadow didn't throw Chen Ling off the stage either, but looked down at the headless body at his feet, a flicker of desire and excitement crossing that blurred face!

He was currently just a fake spat out from Chen Ling’s body... but as long as he slowly devoured Chen Ling’s body, he could completely strip away everything he had and replace him as the new "Calamity of Mockery"!

But before that...

The black-robed shadow raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Snap—

As a stirring piece of music played, a neat desk appeared out of thin air under the spotlight.

"Congratulations on completing the play, 'Only Me'."

"Maximum audience expectation for this play: ??%"

"You have obtained one designated draw."

"After use, you can designate any character from all the characters who appeared in this play and randomly draw their abilities. The probability of drawing a rare skill is related to the overall audience expectation of this play."

The black-robed shadow had defeated Chen Ling and completed his own unique performance condition... Now, it was time to take his reward.

As a sheet of white paper appeared before the black-robed shadow, he slowly raised his hand and wrote down a name...

Or rather,

A string of symbols.

It was not the script of any civilization on Earth; its structure was complex and long. The black-robed shadow took a full fifteen seconds to finish writing the symbol, which nearly exceeded the limits of the paper...

And the moment he put down the pen, several deep purple cards engraved with mysterious patterns appeared before him.

Unlike all the skills Chen Ling had drawn before, these cards radiated an indescribable, terrifying aura... It was not an aura that belonged to humans.

The black-robed shadow casually tapped one of them.

"Skill: 【???? (Thought Storm)】"

"Affiliation: ?????"

"Character: ??????? (Nightmare of the Island of Slumbering Storms, Bizarre Ghost at the End of Thought)"

This card was also filled with that mysterious language not belonging to Earth, but after the skill and character labels, some translatable text was noted... However, the black-robed shadow didn't even glance at them before tucking the skill away.

On his blurred face, the corners of his mouth curled into a hideous smile, his eyes seemingly filled with mockery.

Then,

His palm reached straight toward the curtain leading to the real world...

……

Underground Palace.

The churning red clouds suddenly stalled. The world-ending aura that filled the air suddenly seemed to receive some kind of guidance, rapidly sweeping back toward the throne!

The red clouds turned into countless scarlet tentacles, retreating beneath the hem of the black opera robe. As the bullet hole on his temple gradually disappeared, a slightly blurred face slowly straightened its head, and the shark-like, scarlet, exaggerated mouth split all the way to the ears.

"Ka... k-cough... heh... hehe..."

"Haha..."

"Hahahahahaha!!!!"

He seemed to want to laugh, but didn't seem used to the vocal cords of this body yet. After several attempts, he finally emitted a laugh approaching that of a human. In the empty underground palace, the laughter echoed with terrifying intensity!

The black-robed shadow looked down at his palm. As the skill was activated, an invisible storm gathered directly from his palm, and along his thoughts, it rolled out wildly!

Legend had it that if you heard the story of the Calamity of Thought, you would establish a connection with it; and if you saw the Calamity of Thought with your own eyes, it could follow your thoughts, crawl into your dreams, and kill you... Now, the black-robed shadow possessed the same authority.

This thought storm seemed capable of ignoring space, sweeping across the entire Gray Realm and even the major human domains in an instant...

In the black-robed shadow’s mind, a large number of bright and dim light spots lit up silently amidst the storm.