Chapter 1900: Second Generation Nameless

Chen Ling opened his eyes wide!

Tick—tock—tick—tock—tick—tock...

A blurry, crimson corridor, like an oppressive and stifling tomb passage, unfolded before Chen Ling's eyes. Everything around was deathly silent, with only the irritating sound of dripping water echoing in his ears.

"This is..."

An intense pain from an unknown source filled Chen Ling's eye sockets, making it difficult for him to open his eyes. Meanwhile, fragmented memories reorganized in his mind. He looked at the blurry scene before him, lost in confusion.

Chen Ling remembered that he should have been smashing the Red Star apart with his body at the moment it fell, and had stepped onto the Red Star itself...

Logically, he should have landed on the surface of the Red Star, but where was this place?

The pain in his eye sockets didn't improve, but gradually, Chen Ling could see more clearly...

This seemed to be an old corridor with a sense of history. The wallpaper and floor were crimson, like a closed blood vessel extending infinitely into the distance. Dim light radiated from the chandeliers, shining on the endless crimson, giving one an unreal feeling of standing on the edge of a dream.

Chen Ling looked down at himself and was slightly stunned...

He wasn't wearing that theatrical robe, but a familiar black Nuo dance robe. The skin exposed to the air was covered in large patches of bizarre, rust-like substances. No matter how he rubbed, they wouldn't come off, like disgusting moss-like organisms.

"What on earth is going on..." Chen Ling frowned tightly. "Am I dreaming?"

"This is not a dream. It is your consciousness synchronizing with the consciousness of the Red Star."

A voice came from ahead.

Chen Ling was startled. His body tensed instantly, and his painful eyes looked forward, as if facing a great enemy!

One had to know, this was on the Red Star; how could there be a living person? It was also at this moment that Chen Ling suddenly discovered that all his abilities seemed to have failed, like an ordinary person with nothing inside.

At some point, a young man in black had appeared in the crimson corridor, a simple red string tied around his wrist like some cheap prayer accessory. A pair of eerie, rose-red eyes were carefully examining Chen Ling.

"Who are you?" Chen Ling asked in a deep voice.

"Heh... good question." The young man spoke unhurriedly. "I have had many names, but most have lost their meaning... Only one name, which can hardly be called a name, might still serve as proof that I once existed..."

The young man paused for a moment and slowly spat out four words:

"Actor Nameless."

It was as if thunder had exploded in Chen Ling's heart.

Actor Nameless??!

How could he be Actor Nameless??

"Are you... the second or third generation?" Chen Ling asked, frowning.

"Second."

Chen Ling knew the Fifth Generation Actor Nameless was A-Yan, and the Fourth was Yao... So far, he knew nothing about the First, Second, or Third. The First seemed to have long since left this world, so the young man before him could only be the Second or Third.

But even so, Chen Ling was still shocked. He had thought that after the Red Kings of past generations ascended to the Red Star, they were completely erased. He hadn't expected anyone to survive and remain on the Red Star all this time?

If that was the case, then was the Fifth Generation also...

"Then the other Actors Nameless..."

"Are gone." The young man seemed to know what he wanted to ask and calmly interrupted Chen Ling. "They have all left. Only I remain here."

"...Left?"

Chen Ling keenly captured the key information. The young man said "left"... This meant they might not be dead, just temporarily not on the Red Star?

"Then where are they?" Chen Ling pressed.

The young man looked at Chen Ling deeply:

"...Follow me."

He turned and walked into the depths of the crimson corridor.

Chen Ling followed without the slightest hesitation.

Before Chen Ling collided with the Red Star, he had rehearsed countless possibilities in his mind, but he had never imagined he would encounter the Second Generation Actor Nameless. Regardless, this was extremely good news; at the very least, he wouldn't have to search for a way to solve the Red Star alone.

"You just said my consciousness synchronized with the Red Star's consciousness?" Chen Ling asked while walking.

"That's right." The young man nodded. "Everything here is not real, but a mental world based on the Red Star's consciousness... including me; I am just a segment of consciousness."

"And precisely because of this, you can see some 'peculiar existences' here."

"Peculiar existences?"

A look of confusion flashed in Chen Ling's eyes.

Before he could ask anything, the two reached a fork in the corridor.

Three identical forks appeared before Chen Ling's eyes, like an endlessly looping corridor. No matter which direction one walked, it seemed there was no difference.

Yet the young man seemed very familiar with this place, walking straight toward the far right.

Chen Ling had only followed him for a few steps when he saw a room with an open door sitting on the side of the corridor... He turned his head to look, and the next second, he was frozen in place.

Inside the room, it was the same crimson as the corridor. At this moment, half of a precision satellite model, over a meter high, was embedded in the wall.

It wasn't that Chen Ling hadn't seen satellite models, but the one in the room now was crafted too delicately. Not to mention the instruments that were detailed to the extreme, even the long ropes hanging from the astronauts were suspended in mid-air as if floating in space. At the end of the long rope hung a bloody, mangled shadow, no longer recognizable as anything.

Chen Ling paused at the door for only a moment before continuing forward.

Rooms like this seemed to appear randomly on both sides of the corridor. Besides satellite models, there were nuclear submarines, lithography machines, mobile phones, signal towers, and even an old-fashioned household air conditioner embedded in the walls like works of art...

The entire corridor was like a bizarre museum, where the material traces of human civilization's journey were preserved, dazzling the eyes.

"These are..."

"The 'civilizations' devoured by the Red Star." The young man answered without looking back. "Since you were able to come here, you must have already seen it... The Red Star is a special biological celestial body that feeds specifically on civilizations. These civilization fragments are constantly digested by it, eventually feeding back into the 'core'..."

"Core?" The energy body that could still reorganize after being shattered immediately surfaced in Chen Ling's mind. He couldn't help but ask:

"What exactly is the core of the Red Star?"

"This question has troubled more than just you. All the generations of Actors Nameless who stepped here came to find the answer to this question... And only here can you get an answer. Now, I can tell you directly."

The young man stopped and looked at Chen Ling with a touch of solemnity.

"The core of the Red Star..."

"...is the power of [Recognition]."