Once again opening his eyes, a familiar light filled his vision.

"Back again..." Chen Ling adjusted to the brightness of the spotlight, his gaze slowly scanning the surroundings.

An old stage, black curtains, audience seats filled to capacity - he was back in this nightmare.

"It seems that as long as I fall asleep or die, I will return here." Chen Ling concluded based on several experiences.

Since he regained control of his body, the departed audience members returned to the theater.

Although their gazes seemed displeased, at least there was no intention to strike again.

Chen Ling's gaze naturally shifted to the screen in the center of the stage: "[Audience Expectation: 24%]" According to historical records, the moment he regained control of his body, the expectation automatically rose to 20%.

After the battles of wits with the enforcers, the expectation increased again, finally stabilizing at 24%.

"Last time, death directly deducted 50% of the expectation.What will happen if next time my expectation is below 50% when I die?"

Chen Ling did not know the answer, but he guessed that if the expectation became negative, he would most likely die completely and be taken over by the "audience," never to rise again.

Just as Chen Ling was about to look away, he suddenly noticed a trembling little chest in the lower right corner of the screen.

He clearly remembered that this thing was not there when he first entered the theater.

Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, tentatively reached out his hand, and tapped the chest...

Clang clang clang clang—! The moment Chen Ling's fingertip touched the chest, a thrilling music burst out from the speakers on both sides of the stage.

The sudden music startled Chen Ling.

The next moment, several spotlights moved behind him.

He turned to look and found a table appearing out of thin air in the center of the stage.

It was an ordinary wooden table, seemingly old, but it blended seamlessly with the wooden floor on the stage.

The spotlight shone on the table, and a piece of paper reflected a pale halo.

Chen Ling walked straight to the wooden table, and the two spotlights approached each other, eventually merging into one.

At the top of the paper were a few lines of small text.

"Audience expectation first exceeded 60%, unlocking achievement - 'Mostly Positive Reviews'!" "You gain an extra lottery chance." "After use, a random character skill from all characters in this performance will be selected for learning." Chen Ling's gaze swept over these words.

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Before he could react, the white paper suddenly disappeared, replaced by cards laid out on the table.

These cards were of various colors, mostly white and gray, occasionally a few blue ones.

The more vibrant the color, the more intricate the pattern, and the more precious they appeared.

The next moment, these cards were all overturned, showing uniform backs, then overlapped at an astonishing speed, finally dispersing neatly on the table.

Chen Ling also tried to trace the whereabouts of those blue cards, but this eerie shuffling method made it impossible to track the cards with the naked eye.

"I can even draw lots...

It seems that not everything in this theater is bad." Chen Ling took a deep breath, randomly picked a card in front of him, and gently turned it over on the table...

It was a blue card.

After Chen Ling made his choice, all the remaining cards disappeared simultaneously.

At the same time, several lines of text appeared on the blue card.

"Skill: [Dance of Slaughter]" "Belongs to: God of War, [Judgment] path, third tier." "Character: Han Meng." Seeing the two words "Han Meng," Chen Ling automatically recalled the trench coat figure he fought back and forth with the red paper monster last night...

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

This wave is a win! Since Chen Ling crossed over, among all the people he had seen, Han Meng was undoubtedly the strongest in combat power.

Although Chen Ling couldn't understand what "War God's Path," "[Judgment] Path," and "Third Tier" meant, there was no doubt that he had drawn the best option he could draw at the moment.

The blue card turned into nothingness, and Chen Ling felt something new in his body, extremely mysterious.

"Thank you for the gift," Chen Ling felt a bit embarrassed now.

He had stolen...

no, learned this skill from Han Meng.

In a sense, Han Meng was his benefactor...

but just a few hours ago, he had just beaten up his "benefactor" and even knocked him out.

That blow...

shouldn't have killed his benefactor, right? He felt a bit guilty.

...

The crimson disaster danced wildly above his head, the terrifying pressure made his mind tremble; a slender hand emerged from the disaster and pressed against his head...

as if the hand of a god falling from the sky, ruling the world.

On the sickbed, Han Meng suddenly opened his eyes wide, almost jumping up directly.

"Hiss—" The intense pain in the back of his head made him grimace, the world in front of his eyes blurred, and he fell back on the bed again.

"Meng-ge!" A law enforcer dozing off next to him was startled, immediately supporting his body, "Meng-ge! What are you doing? Don't move around, don't break the wires..." Han Meng lay on the bed, finally coming to his senses, and asked blankly, "Where is this?" "The hospital!" "What about that long hand...

no, that red disaster?" "It...," the law enforcer paused, "It seems to have escaped.

When we arrived at the scene, we only saw you lying there..." Broken memories flooded Han Meng's mind, and he couldn't help but touch the back of his head, grimacing in pain.

Did this disaster like to ambush the back of the head? "How is the situation? Any other casualties?" "Not for now.

After you fought with it, that disaster never appeared again.

It's probably because you injured it too severely, Meng-ge." "I..." Han Meng was about to say that he didn't actually hurt it at all, hesitated for a moment, and swallowed the words back.

In front of his subordinates, he still needed to maintain his image.

"What time is it?" "Six fifty." "...Help me up." "Meng-ge, the doctor said you need to rest..." "Rest my ass!" Han Meng gritted his teeth and stood up, "That disaster is very cunning.

If we let it go on like this, it will cause big trouble sooner or later!" "Cunning? Meng-ge, do you mean dangerous..."

This law enforcer was also quite knowledgeable, but it was the first time he heard someone describe a disaster as "cunning."

"Dangerous, but even more cunning!" Han Meng subconsciously touched the back of his head, "And, I suspect it may have really fused with a human..."

"Fused with a human?" Hearing these three words, the law enforcer's face changed drastically, "Should we inform Aurora City immediately?" Hearing the second half of the sentence, Han Meng gradually calmed down.

"No, not yet.

I need to investigate further...

this is just my speculation for now, without any theoretical basis."

"So what do we do now..."

"Let's go to headquarters first.

The group of new recruits should be ready soon.

We'll discuss the specifics on the way."

"Okay."”