The boy raised his eyebrows, about to say something, when a curve of light shot into the sky from the courtyard behind him.

"So, people have a lot of prejudices against us..." The boy casually waved his hand, "I won't tell you, you'll understand one day." Han Meng narrowed his eyes and immediately pulled the trigger! The buzzing of the gun rang out, the strong wind lifting his coat and the deconstructive bullet piercing through the boy's body, leaving a head-sized hole! However, as the bullet passed through his body, there was no trace of blood, the boy's figure gradually turning pale, like a fading piece of paper.

"Han Meng, I'll remember you...

Until we meet again by fate." The boy's body became flatter and flatter, in just a few seconds, turning into a flat, two-dimensional sketch without thickness, fluttering onto Han Meng's face with the cold wind.

Han Meng furrowed his brow, took down the sketch, and saw the boy wearing a white mask sitting cross-legged, extending a middle finger towards himself...

He immediately tore the sketch into pieces.

"The Twilight Society has appeared in the Aurora Zone...

This is trouble." Han Meng took a deep breath, glanced in the direction of the courtyard, and walked straight ahead.

No one stopped him, and soon Han Meng arrived at the entrance of the courtyard.

He pushed open the gate with force, and in a creaking sound, the ground was covered with corpses, nine silver coins scattered on the blood-red ground...

A total of twenty-two people from Ice Spring Street's celebration, none survived; ...

Chen Ling slowly opened his eyes.

He saw the spotlight above, covered his eyes with his hand, but did not immediately get up...

He lay on the floor of the stage, quiet like a corpse.

In just a few hours, he had experienced too much.

Chen Yan's disappearance, the brutal truth, the raging revenge, the redemption he thought he could have, then despair, and then finding a glimmer of hope...

all of this left Chen Ling numb and hopeless.

How he wished it was all a dream, that he would wake up to his mother calling him for breakfast, hastily put on his clothes, wear his work badge, and continue being a wage slave at the theater.

Unfortunately...

what awaited him was still the silent and eerie theater.

After a long time, Chen Ling finally sat up slowly, looking at the densely packed crimson eyes in front of the stage, feeling extremely complex.

Stolen novel; please report.

Even if he embarked on the path of the God of Drama...

would he ever be able to break free from this group of "audience"? Or, in their eyes, had he just become more interesting? Chen Ling had no answer.

But at least, he now had one more reason to live.

He stood up from the floor, walked to the center of the stage in front of the big screen, a series of characters appearing before his eyes.

[Audience Expectation +1] [Audience Expectation +1] [Audience Expectation...] [Current Expectation: 77%] [Detected loss of actor connection, performance interrupted] [Audience Expectation -50] [Current Expectation: 27%] These are the changes in expectation values that occurred in the courtyard, and after Qian Fan shot himself once, he had already lost one connection, deducting 50% of the expectation value.

But perhaps because the expectation value remained above 20% even after the deduction, none of the "audience" fled.

"As long as the total expectation value is controlled, even in death, I won't end up like last time being usurped of my body...

it's a chance for resurrection." "But, it's not easy to raise the expectation value to over 70..." Chen Ling's gaze fell on the corner of the screen, where the pulsating treasure chest icon appeared again.

He lightly tapped it, and an exciting music played, accompanied by the stage lights.

When Chen Ling turned to look, a table appeared in the center of the stage.

"First time the audience expectation value has exceeded 70%, unlocking achievement - 'Special Praise'!" "You have earned an extra lottery chance.""After use, a random character skill will be selected from all the characters in this play for learning." Chen Ling walked to the table, and cards with various colors and patterns appeared on the table out of thin air.

Like last time, most of them were white and gray, but the number of blue ones had increased compared to last time...

There should be new characters appearing, along with an increase in skill cards.

With a light wave of Chen Ling's finger, numerous cards flipped over simultaneously, the uniform card backs flashing at an astonishing speed.

After a moment, they neatly settled in place.

Last time, Chen Ling drew Han Meng's "Slaughter Dance," changing his fate in one fell swoop...

This time, will the goddess of luck still favor him, drawing a skill card that could overturn the situation? Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, raised his fingertip, and tapped on one of the cards.

The card flipped over.

A touch of blue appeared before Chen Ling.

"Skill: [Mystic Eyes]" "Belongs to: Medical God Path, [Blood Butcher] Path, First Tier;" "Character: Chu Muyun." The moment Chen Ling saw the information on this card, his eyes narrowed slightly...

Drawing Chu Muyun's skill card was within Chen Ling's expectations, but the large "Blood Butcher" made him unable to help but feel puzzled.

Is this path really part of the "Medical God Path"?? As Chen Ling absorbed the card, the method of using [Mystic Eyes] appeared in his mind.

Unlike the [Slaughter Dance] of the "War God Path," [Mystic Eyes] leaned more towards being a support skill, helping the user better capture, analyze, and distinguish details...

A good doctor can judge the severity of a patient's condition through their behavior, including a psychologist who can even confirm a person's thoughts and predict future actions through microexpressions.

[Mystic Eyes] elevate this ability to its peak.

As Chen Ling finished absorbing the ability, the cards on the table disappeared simultaneously, but the table itself remained there.

"...What does this mean?" Chen Ling walked forward and found a new piece of paper on the table.

On the paper, there were also a few lines of small text.

"Congratulations on completing the play, the initial chapter - 'Heartless'." "The highest audience expectation for this play: 78%" "You have obtained one designated lottery chance." "After use, you can designate a character from all the characters in this play, randomly draw the opponent's ability, and the probability of drawing rare skills is related to the overall audience expectation value of this play." After reading all the text, under the spotlight, the table suddenly filled with pages, and countless words appeared on them.

["Who...

am I?"]"Boom——" "Pale lightning flashed through the ink-like clouds, rain pouring wildly, the god-like thunderstorm pouring down on the muddy earth..."