Chapter 889: [The What-If of What-Ifs]

"Thunder-Suppressing Finger."

Jian Changsheng took a deep breath, used all his strength, clenched his five fingers suddenly, and smashed them against the curtain!

Boom—!!

A heart-wrenching pain came from his knuckles.

Here, Jian Changsheng seemed unable to use his skills, and his full-force strike only resulted in his hands being covered in blood.

Jian Changsheng grimaced in pain.

At the same time.

In the scene, Chen Ling had already passed through the snow-covered courtyard, stepping over joyful singing and laughter, and pushed open a closed door.

Amidst everyone’s puzzled gazes, the bright red opera robe stepped onto the stage.

"Chen Ling, whatever you lost, just tell me... I’ll go find it for you."

"I lost a heart." Chen Ling’s tone was chilling, as if from the underworld. "And, my brother’s life."

A palm instantly pierced through the person’s chest, blood splashing onto the screen behind!

Everyone present stood up in shock, and a chaotic slaughter broke out... At the same time, Jian Changsheng seemed to sense something, and a memory flooded into his mind... He saw Chen Ling fighting in the courtyard, nailed to the air by a sacrificial vessel, and then having his head blown off by a shot.

"Damn it..." Jian Changsheng foresaw the subsequent development and became increasingly anxious.

He knew he had to change something, otherwise Chen Ling’s memory couldn't be recovered... Chen Ling saved Sun Bumian, Sun Bumian saved him, and if Jian Changsheng couldn't save Chen Ling, everything would be meaningless.

But now, a curtain completely isolated his world from Chen Ling’s.

Jian Changsheng took two steps back, took a deep breath, and his hand instinctively gripped the silver pendant on his chest... He had failed too many times in his life, but this time, redeeming Chen Ling, he didn't want to fail no matter what.

That silver pendant was the only thing he could pray to... He hoped the God of Luck would favor him once, even if just once.

Jian Changsheng took a deep breath, clenched his blood-covered fist, and slammed it into the curtain!

Boom—!

Boom—!!

As Jian Changsheng desperately tried to intervene in the performance, lines of text were constantly being written in the latest script on the bookshelf nearby.

【……】

[Excruciating pain filled Jian Changsheng’s mind, but he did not give up, instead striking harder with each punch.]

[He didn't know why he was trying so hard, he only knew that if he failed to save Chen Ling this time, he would never forgive himself...]

[However, the plot of the story will not change due to the intervention of a supporting character, even if he had once returned from the dead due to the favor of the 'audience'.]

[But it cannot be denied that...]

[The audience is indeed moved by Jian Changsheng’s actions and is looking forward to a new possibility.]

[Audience expectation +4]

[Current expectation: 61%]

[Warning! Warning!]

[The audience is beginning to intervene in the performance!]

Boom—!!!

When Jian Changsheng’s shattered hand slammed into the curtain for the countless time, a thin sheet of paper, independent of all other scripts, appeared out of thin air on the bookshelf!

[Script ?]

[Extra—The What-If of What-Ifs]

[Starring: Chen Ling]

[Other cast: Jian Changsheng, ?]

……

Boom—!!!

Blood stained the surface of the curtain, as if breaking some barrier, and continued to seep through to the back...

Jian Changsheng’s blood, like paint dropped onto a canvas, turned into a mysterious black star in the sky within the performance.

……

"It actually drew the gaze of the 'Military God Path'?"

Chu Muyun stood under a tree covered in snow, watching the courtyard in the distance. "I didn't expect him to be a genius... in terms of killing."

The bright red opera robe was fighting frantically in the snow-filled courtyard. He seemed to sense something faintly and looked up at the sky...

A star radiating the aura of the Military God Path was silently watching him from the air.

God Path Star.

……

"Did I get in a little bit?" Jian Changsheng felt the sensation from his fist, and a glimmer of light gradually lit up in his eyes!

The next moment, the void behind him flickered slightly, and a white-haired figure wrapped in bandages walked over, looking around in bewilderment...

Seeing this, Jian Changsheng was overjoyed!

"Jiang Xiaohua, why did you only just arrive?"

From the very beginning, Jian Changsheng had been alone in Chen Ling's memory; the version of him that existed simultaneously in Sun Bumian's and Jian Changsheng's memories had not appeared here...

"I don't know," Jiang Xiaohua said sullenly.

"I couldn't get into his memory no matter what I tried... but just now, it seemed to open up for me."

The two of them didn't notice that the moment Jiang Xiaohua stepped in, his name appeared in the "Other Appearances" section of the side story, right after Jian Changsheng's.

"Quick, help me! I feel like I can tear it open any second now!" Jian Changsheng said immediately.

"...Oh."

Without another word, Jiang Xiaohua walked over to Jian Changsheng's side, grabbed the small gap Jian Changsheng had opened with both hands, and slowly applied force...

……

"It's not just the 'Path of the Soldier God'." In the shadows outside the courtyard, a figure spoke in a deep voice. "Haven't you noticed? The stars of the 'Path of the Witch God' are reacting too..."

"The Path of the Witch God? What does he have to do with the 'Path of the Witch God'? Why would he trigger it?"

"I don't know..."

As the two spoke, a ritual artifact inside the courtyard was activated to its full potential!

Chen Ling felt his vision blur, and the snow beneath his feet exploded instantly. A pale structure, resembling a giant's ribcage, pierced through his body, pinning him dead in mid-air!

Immediately after, a second one followed, then a third...

When the final bone pierced through Chen Ling's body, he could no longer move an inch, like a prisoner in a cage.

"Is obtaining [Divine Favor] such a big deal?"

"Even if you are a quasi-enforcer, didn't you end up in my hands in the end?"

"Kid, I don't care what grudge you have with Ice Spring Street, you're dead... Do you have any idea how many people's interests you've harmed?"

Qian Fan raised his gun, aiming at the center of Chen Ling's brow. Killing intent spread through his heart, and he prepared to pull the trigger with force!

……

"Oh no!"

"Hurry! Use more force!! Otherwise, this guy is going to get shot!"

"I'm trying."

Jian Changsheng and Jiang Xiaohua exerted force simultaneously. Their palms were cut by the sharp edges of the curtain, blood seeping downward, and both of their auras erupted at the same time!

……

BOOM—!!

Two stars in the firmament shone brilliantly in an instant. A magnificent pillar of divinity crashed through the curtain of snow, and the auras of the Soldier and Witch paths enveloped Chen Ling within the skeletal cage. The resulting shockwave nearly knocked everyone nearby to the ground!

……

"It's torn open!" Jian Changsheng looked at the gap, which was just barely large enough for a person to pass through, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with effort.

"Just a little more... just a little..."

"Leave it to me!"

A voice came from behind.

The two turned their heads simultaneously to see Sun Bumian, who had arrived along the threads of memory. He was loosening his joints, and the aura of the Path of the Theatrical God was spreading wildly around him...

He let out a cold snort and punched the nearly shattered gap in the curtain!