Chapter 742: Get Lost

Under the spotlight, the face attached to the shadow was incomplete and wretched.

Although it was also Chen Ling’s face, at such close range, the two possessed completely different temperaments... That incomplete face was filled with malice and rage, like a clumsy imitation thrown into a trash can.

Chen Ling looked at him calmly and spoke slowly:

"Because, I am me."

His fist was raised high under the spotlight...

And then smashed down with full force!

BANG—!!

Another muffled sound.

That incomplete face vanished completely, replaced by a pitch-black shadow without any facial features. Its head slammed heavily onto the floor, and it fainted on the spot.

Black blood stained Chen Ling’s fist. He stood up slowly, his apricot-colored eyes looking down calmly at the unconscious shadow...

On this stage, only he remained standing at the end.

Chen Ling reached out to pull the shadow up, took off the large red opera robe, and then threw it off the stage with force.

As the shadow fell back beneath the stage, the "audience's" shadow arms reached out from the darkness like a tide, grabbed the unconscious shadow, and dragged it into the audience seating, where it vanished...

Just as they had dragged Chen Ling away back then.

In the center of the stage, Chen Ling meticulously put on the large red opera robe. He adjusted his collar and hair, stood under the spotlight, and swept his gaze slowly across the writhing, dark audience seating, as if reborn.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. With one hand behind his back and the other elegantly placed below his chest, he bowed slightly to the audience:

"The good show... begins."

……

Edge of the Forbidden Sea.

The large red paper umbrella stopped spinning on the gravel beach. The runaway aura was like fire, burning fiercely in the gray world.

A shadow struggled frantically in the sea of fire, eventually falling into dead silence... It lay quietly in the ruins, like a corpse.

A curtain pulled open from the void. A young boy in an opera robe, carrying an unconscious young man, landed gently on the gravel beach. As the young man let out a painful grunt, he began to vomit violently.

Master clicked his tongue in disgust, tossed him aside, and walked straight toward the black shadow in the sea of fire.

Master didn't seem surprised by "Chen Ling's" unconsciousness. He squatted down in front of the black shadow and slowly extended a palm toward Chen Ling’s chest...

……

THUD—THUD—THUD!

On the theater stage, Chen Ling slammed against the curtain several times, but it only produced the dull sound of striking steel.

Chen Ling’s expression was somewhat helpless.

With the help of District 3 Chen Ling, he had successfully performed a god-descension back to the stage and reclaimed his role... but this was just returning to the starting point.

Every time Chen Ling released the "audience" before, whenever he wanted to return to his own body, he would be obstructed by the curtain. When the expectation value was above 17%, this curtain was like mud, and Chen Ling could pass through it if he exerted enough force;

When the expectation value was at 15%, this curtain gradually hardened into a wall. Although it was extremely difficult to pass through, it was not impossible. This expectation value was the limit of what Chen Ling could control himself;

But when the expectation value was at 13%, he could not pass through the curtain on his own. Last time at the Starry Chamber of Commerce, he had to rely on the help of the End Actor to escape.

But this time, when he released the "audience," the expectation value was as low as 5%. The curtain had become like steel, and no matter how hard Chen Ling tried, he couldn't leave a single mark on it...

Just as Chen Ling was pondering how to pass through this curtain, a palm suddenly reached out silently from behind the curtain, as if crossing time and dimensions.

Seeing this hand, Chen Ling was stunned.

It was a young boy’s hand, with slender fingers and fair skin. It slowly opened in front of Chen Ling, revealing a small line of text written on the palm:

——【Hold tight to your Master】.

Chen Ling’s pupils contracted slightly.

"...Master?" Chen Ling’s eyes were filled with astonishment!

You must know, this was the theater, the deepest part of his mind, and the place where the [Mockery] Calamity was sealed. Since Chen Ling first woke up here, no one else had ever been able to reach this place... not even a single palm.

Seeing this, light flickered in Chen Ling’s eyes, and countless thoughts surged in his mind;

But he didn't hesitate for long before reaching out and gripping that young boy’s palm tightly!

The next moment, an indescribable power was released from the other end of the palm. The terrifying aura of the Opera God Path seemed to pierce through all time and dimensions, forcibly pulling Chen Ling’s body into the hard curtain!

Dense cracks began to spread across the surface of the curtain. At the same time, Chen Ling was returning to his original body bit by bit...

……

Edge of the Forbidden Sea,

The originally surging world-ending aura was gradually dissipating... but another demigod-level aura of the Opera God Path erupted from the deep crater!

The earth trembled due to Master’s aura, and countless phantoms of "stories" flickered frantically in the void. As Master pushed his aura to the extreme, the time and space here became unstable.

Jian Changsheng, while vomiting, saw the gravel beneath him turn into glass beads, then into sand, then into countless glazed jewels, and then into infinite gems containing terrifying energy...

He rubbed his eyes hard and couldn't help but exclaim:

"Damn it, my brain must have been rattled into a mess!"

A young boy in an opera robe slowly stood up from the deep crater. His palm seemed to be dragging something, breaking it out of that shadow vessel bit by bit...

ROAR—!!!

At the same time,

At the end of the surging frozen sea, a mountain-like giant shadow slowly emerged...

The entire Forbidden Sea had been enraged by the [Mockery] Calamity. The Taboo Calamity, which had been lurking in the deep sea for who knows how many years without appearing, had reappeared in the world.

Under the fury of this King of the Forbidden Sea, countless calamities began to leap out from beneath the sea surface, like a surging black tide, rolling toward this gravel beach in an overwhelming manner!

"Red-Red-Red-Red... Senior Red King!!" Jian Changsheng finally came to his senses, his face turning deathly pale under the impact of the world-ending aura.

CRACK—

With a light sound, a gap opened in the shadow vessel.

A palm was dragged by Master, forcibly pulled out from the vessel, followed by the arm, the shoulder... Master, who was using all his strength to try and pull Chen Ling out, frowned and suddenly looked back behind him!

His brows were locked in a frown, seemingly incredibly annoyed by the Taboo Calamity disturbing him at such a critical moment. The time and space around him were intertwining frantically.

The next moment, a layer of skin peeled off from Master’s cheek. He transformed from the young boy’s figure back to an adult’s height, and then, facing the raging Forbidden Sea, he slowly opened his mouth...

A sound like a thunderous roar erupted from the tip of his tongue!

"—GET LOST!!!!"