Chapter 470: Natural Enemy

Chou Peak.

"Iya~"

In front of a small hut made of stones, a short figure lay on the ground in an "X" shape, lazily yawning while playing with stones in his hand.

Guarding Chou Peak was the Clown’s mission. Because he had snuck into the Opera Path Ancient Treasury to watch Chen Ling’s class several times, he had already been scolded by Master several times, so today he could only honestly guard here... If he ran around, Master would punish him by not letting him eat, which was something the Clown absolutely could not accept.

Then, just as he was bored, he suddenly seemed to notice something and jumped up from the ground with a "whoosh"!

"Iya？！"

The Clown looked back in the direction of the Opera Path Ancient Treasury. His small face, smeared with white ash, rarely showed a look of sternness and ferocity, like a beast sensing the aura of an enemy, every hair on his body standing on end!

The Clown gritted his teeth, seemingly wanting to rush into the Opera Path Ancient Treasury immediately, but just as he took a step, he retracted it in conflict...

His task was to guard Chou Peak well. As for the Opera Path Ancient Treasury, he didn't need to intervene.

Even so, the Clown still stared fixedly in that direction, as if at the end of that void, something terrifying was brewing.

……

"That is...？！"

Ning Ruyu and the others stood up from their seats abruptly, their faces extremely ugly.

"Is it a Calamity？！"

"What an eerie face..."

"Is that the 'Mock' that Master mentioned? How did it run out of the little junior brother’s body？！"

Eerie auras spread through the theater. Everyone stared fixedly at the black face makeup on stage, as if facing a great enemy... And at the same time, "Chen Ling" was also gazing at them.

[Audience Anticipation -1]

[Current Anticipation: 73%]

Those scarlet pupils seemed to have some kind of magic. Just being watched gave one a sense of powerlessness, as if everything was being peered into. "Chen Ling" walked step by step toward the edge of the stage, his bright red opera robe moving without wind.

However, just as he was about to leave the edge of the stage, his footsteps suddenly stopped...

Invisible ripples spread in the void, completely cutting off the stage from the audience, like an impassable "wall."

The Fourth Wall!

Seeing this scene, Ning Ruyu and the others relaxed their tense nerves.

"No wonder Master wanted to teach the little junior brother here... It seems he had long guessed that such an accident would happen?"

"If it really is a 'Mock' Calamity, sealing it within the Fourth Wall is indeed the best choice. After all, if it loses control, the Opera Path Ancient Treasury would be turned upside down..." the Mo role also breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone was marveling at Master’s wisdom, but at this moment, the young man’s face showed no relaxation at all.

He looked at "Chen Ling" on stage, wondering what he was thinking.

The next moment, "Chen Ling" moved.

His palm raised slowly, the crimson sleeves sliding down naturally, his fingertips reaching straight toward the wall of void before him...

[Audience Anticipation -1]

[Current Anticipation: 72%]

As "Chen Ling’s" fingertips touched the Fourth Wall, the smile at the corners of his mouth became even richer. The scarlet, hook-like corners of his mouth spread wildly, and then he stepped forward abruptly, forcing his way out of the edge of the stage!

The "audience" had crossed the Fourth Wall!

Seeing this scene, Ning Ruyu and the others were shocked!

"How is this possible？！ No one should be able to cross the Fourth Wall... Even a Tier 9, it is absolutely impossible!"

On the other hand, Master was not surprised at all. He locked eyes with the "audience" face makeup on stage, their gazes colliding in the void, wondering what they were thinking.

Ning Ruyu watched as "Chen Ling" completely broke free from the Fourth Wall and was about to walk off the stage, a stern, cold glint flashing in his eyes!

He snorted coldly, and a spear was sketched out of thin air, gripped tightly in his hand, his momentum rising steadily!

Just then, Master’s voice sounded calmly:

"Ruyu, do you want to kill your junior brother?"

Ning Ruyu was stunned and immediately put down the spear in his hand. He had just had all his attention drawn by the "audience" face makeup and almost forgot that this body was the little junior brother’s... If he had thrust the spear out, the little junior brother would probably have had his soul scattered instantly.

Knowing that the "Mock" Calamity was controlling Chen Ling, knowing that a world-destroying calamity was running rampant, the people of the Opera Path Ancient Treasury were helpless at this moment, because the person wearing this mask was their little junior brother.

"Master, what should we do？！" the Mo role couldn't help but ask.

"Since we can't hurt him, then we'll trap him."

Ning Ruyu reacted extremely quickly. He raised his hand and grabbed into the void, and a stack of disc cases appeared in his palm. As he threw these cases hard at Chen Ling, the discs reflecting the "audience" face makeup folded and unfolded rapidly, and countless worlds were forming crazily!

More than a dozen movie worlds were like cages, suppressing "Chen Ling" within them. The environment around him changed constantly—sometimes space, sometimes a neighborhood alley, sometimes a horror haunted house, sometimes a magical castle... The shackles of "stories" were placed on his shoulders, making him more and more distant from "reality."

[Audience Anticipation -1]

[Current Anticipation: 71%]

"There's an intruder!"

"Is he also an accomplice of Voldemort？！ Kill him!"

Noisy sounds came from the ancient castle in the distance. Black shadows rode broomsticks, diving rapidly from the night sky. As their slender wands were raised, dense magic poured down like a torrential rain!

And "Chen Ling," wearing the bright red opera robe, stood like a statue, seemingly indifferent to all this, letting countless spells submerge his figure!

Boom boom boom——！！

The brilliance of magic bloomed everywhere, the earth shattered in the roar,

Only a crimson figure stood in the sky full of smoke and dust. Even though everything around him had turned to nothing, he remained spotless, as if those attacks couldn't hurt him at all.

"How could this be?"

In the theater, the senior brothers and sisters saw this scene, their confusion growing deeper. "The Fourth Wall can't stop him, and even movie performances have no effect on him?"

Meanwhile, Master, who had remained silent on the side, finally spoke;

"This is normal."

Ning Ruyu and the others turned to look at him.

"The 'Mock' of the 'Mock' Calamity is the 'mock' of mockery... Its essence is the malicious 'audience'," Master paused for a moment. "The Fourth Wall, born to protect the audience, is meaningless to it; and in front of the 'audience,' the story itself is illusory, existing only to provide emotional value...

No story or performance can hurt the 'audience'."

"No story or performance can?" the Mo role was stunned. "Doesn't that mean..."

"That's right."

Master took a deep breath and spoke slowly:

"The 'Mock' Calamity... is the absolute natural enemy of our Opera Path Ancient Treasury, and even the entire Opera God Path."