Chapter 948: He Who Holds the Script

At twilight.

The setting sun shone through the stained-glass floor-to-ceiling windows of the cathedral corridor, spilling like gold across the floor. A blood-covered figure in a red robe walked forward in silence, stumbling with every step...

Along the way, many maids and Fire-Tampers, and even Adjudicators, were attracted by him and couldn't help but glance over. His red-rimmed eyes were filled with tears; he looked like he had just finished crying.

Walking to the end of the corridor, Chen Ling slowly pushed open his room door and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Inside the room, there was dead silence.

Chen Ling stood behind the door for a long time before taking another step. He took off his opera robe wearily, only to feel something brush against his skin... After opening it, his gaze swept over the paper he carried with him again.

"I am Chen Ling."

"When you see this, please read all the content below carefully and review your own memories..."

Chen Ling's memory had no errors. He folded the paper, stuffed it back into the opera robe, and then lay down on the bed as if he had exhausted all his strength.

He stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time, his heavy eyelids beginning to fight, muttering to himself:

"Xiaoyu..."

"Big brother has avenged you..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he fell into a deep sleep.

The room fell into dead silence again... About ten minutes later, a gaze slowly disappeared from the room. The King of Silver had looked elsewhere.

……

Deng, deng, deng—

Spotlights lit up one after another above Chen Ling's head, making dull sounds.

Chen Ling on the stage opened his eyes leisurely, sat up from the floor unhurriedly, scanned the dense pupils of the audience before him, and said helplessly:

"Acting like this every day is quite tiring..."

He stood up from the floor, patted the sleeves of his opera robe, and walked straight toward the bookshelf at the edge of the stage.

"Heartless," "And Then There Were None," "When the Embers Fade," "Aurora, Never Fading," "Red Dust Hunter," "Roses, Salutes, and a Grand Entrance," "Where the Stars Point"...

One play after another was neatly arranged on the bookshelf, silent and motionless, yet silently recounting all his past.

Chen Ling started from the first play, opened it, read every line of text on it seriously, and then opened the next one... It wasn't until he had finished reading all the plays that he let out a long sigh and put them all back in their original places.

From the very beginning, Chen Ling never intended to rely on the paper he had written himself to avoid the King of Silver's memory theft. Or rather, he had long realized that the white paper neatly placed on the desk, along with the white quill pen beside it, was itself a trap left for him by the King of Silver.

The King of Silver could steal memories and even space; how could he leave such an obvious loophole as "recording memories"? Chen Ling wasn't naive enough to think that a single piece of paper could help him evade the King of Silver's skills on the King of Silver's own turf...

And the reason Chen Ling left that paper was just to play along, letting the King of Silver think his plan had succeeded and lower his guard against him.

Chen Ling's true trump card was this theater and all the plays he had left behind.

No matter how strong the King of Silver was, he could tamper with all the traces around him, but he couldn't change the plays in this theater. No matter how chaotic Chen Ling's memories became, as long as he returned to this theater and read the plays, he could see his true past.

"Unfortunately, the plays here only update up to 'Where the Stars Point.' The memories after leaving the Tian-Shu Domain are not recorded..." Chen Ling closed the latest play, put it back on the bookshelf, and said leisurely,

"This part can only be filled in by you... Yao."

The next moment, a calm voice seemed to come from far away:

"After leaving the Tian-Shu Domain, you, Jian Changsheng, and Sun Bumian prepared to head to the Wuji Domain, but on the way, you encountered the emergence of the Emperor's Ancient Treasury, and then..."

Yao's description was very concise, as if it had been repeated many times over the past two days. In about a few minutes, he recounted everything that happened at the Emperor's Ancient Treasury and how they were brought to this domain by the King of Silver.

After listening, Chen Ling nodded slightly.

"Sure enough, after today's event, he should have completely lowered his guard against me... Whether it's true memories or false memories, there are no modified parts."

"You've acted to this point; anyone would believe it." Yao responded with a light laugh, "And the King of Silver would never think that you hold the script and have me as off-site support."

"Fortunately, I have you." Chen Ling said sincerely.

The King of Silver's memory replacement was truly impossible to guard against, and coupled with the fact that he was imprisoned by his side, he could have his doubts stolen at any time. Theoretically, almost no one below Tier 9 could escape this demonic claw...

But Chen Ling became the "only one."

Of course, this didn't mean Chen Ling was completely immune to the King of Silver's abilities. In fact, the King of Silver's memory replacement did take effect. Now Chen Ling's mind was filled with another person's memories... Another person's past, interpersonal relationships, all seemed to have been grafted into Chen Ling's body, making Chen Ling once think he was that person.

The difference from other Adjudicators was that Chen Ling knew his true past and could maintain his sanity amidst the chaotic memories.

"What do you plan to do next?" Yao asked again.

"Respond to all changes with consistency. Since the King of Silver has lowered his guard against me, I will find an opportunity to stay as far away from him as possible and reclaim my memories."

Chen Ling paused for a moment, "But there is actually one more thing I'm interested in..."

"What?"

"Memory replacement should be mutual. My mind is now filled with another person's past, which means that person's mind is now filled with the memories that originally belonged to 'Heart 6, Chen Ling'..."

Chen Ling rubbed his chin, thoughtful, "What happened to the person whose memories were replaced by mine?"

……

Creak—

The door opened, and Chi Tong walked through the corridor somewhat nervously, arriving in front of the King of Silver, who was dining.

At this moment, the King of Silver had a white napkin tucked into his chest, holding a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, elegantly cutting a piece of steak that was still bleeding, and then slowly putting a piece into his mouth.

"How did it go?" he said indifferently.

"Although there were some small accidents along the way, overall it went very smoothly." Chi Tong replied immediately, "Chen Ling killed Spades 8, took his head to cry in front of Xiaoyu's tomb, and then came back... He should be resting now."

The King of Silver nodded:

"Well done."

These simple four words made Chi Tong let out a long sigh, and the heavy stone in his heart finally fell.