"The Role"
Chaotic mories scoured Chen Ling's mind.
Those were his sealed mories, and also his very first mories... In a trance, he heard muffled sounds coming from in front of him, like soone being struck heavily to the ground.
Chen Ling couldn't see the scene before him very clearly, or perhaps this mory was blurry to begin with;
He seed to be on a chaotic Stage, with densely packed "Audience" mbers identical to him frantically climbing up, only to be forcefully beaten and kicked down by him.
At this ti, the Theater Stage did not seem to have been activated, nor were there any rule restrictions. A massive sea of "Audience" crowded around the Stage, fighting and trampling each other, engaging in complete infighting as if for sothing.
But under Chen Ling's strenuous fighting, a cleared area had already been carved out around him. Among the nurous "Audience" mbers, he seed special; every movent of his carried a wisp of formidable killing intent...
Perhaps, this was related to the Military Path Divine Core Fragnt shoved into his chest.
When he kicked the last Audience mber Off Stage, the pitch-black Chen Ling seed exhausted. He stood wretchedly on the Stage, spreading his arms, his mocking scarlet pupils full of excitent!
Right at this mont, a figure draped in a Theatrical Robe appeared out of thin air before him.
Because Chen Ling's mories at this ti were too blurry, he couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, but as his voice sounded, Chen Ling's heart violently jolted.
"The fourth generation was right... The only weakness of the Calamity of [Mockery] is infighting." That figure fiercely coughed up several mouthfuls of fresh blood, the ferocious wounds on his body a shocking sight. But at this ti, a trace of hope surfaced in his eyes,
"This ti... perhaps it really might work."
Master???
That figure pulled out a thin scroll from his chest. Perhaps because his injuries were too severe, the cover of that book was also dyed with fresh blood, but only a single line of large black characters was clearly visible:
——[Chen Ling Character Profile].
Before Chen Ling could even react, that person shoved this scroll directly into Chen Ling's head!
The next mont, the power of the Theater Dao erupted with a boom. Under the power of a certain skill, the scroll actually broke down into so kind of conceptual nothingness, frantically surging into Chen Ling's mind!
Chen Ling's mories seed to suffer an impact. His entire consciousness began to blur, and he slowly fell backward...
At the sa ti, that person's voice sounded by his ears once again:
"The [Role] I prepared for hundreds of years, is entrusted to you..."
"From now on, you are no longer 'Mockery', nor are you the 'Audience' Off Stage... You, are 'Chen Ling'."
...
Splash, splash, splash——
A torrential downpour poured into the night, washing the soil of the Mass Grave Mound into incomparable mud.
Chen Ling's mories surfaced once again. He slowly opened his eyes again, only to find himself actually suspended in the air... or rather, being held in soone's hand.
He had already beco sothing similar to a ball of light. Around him, four Spirit Tablets transford into paper shackles coiled around him, like so kind of seal imprisoning him within.
Chen Ling had seen these four Spirit Tablets before. Back then, Master used these four things to lock down the "Calamity of Mockery" that had replaced him, temporarily sealing all of its power...
On the surface of the four Spirit Tablets, the sa four words were written:
——[Thespian Naless].
He was sealed by Master?
Just as this thought rose in Chen Ling's mind, a familiar voice sounded again:
"Have you thought it through?"
"After stepping into his 'Role', everything about the two of you up until now will be swapped—identity, background, interpersonal relationships... You will thoroughly beco him, allowing him to complete a resurrection in another sense... And correspondingly, you yourself will cease to exist."
"Do you..."
"Really want to beco 'Chen Ling'?"
Chen Ling's heart jolted. As if thinking of sothing, his consciousness looked toward his front!
This conversation was far too familiar to Chen Ling... Last ti in the Aurora Domain, Chen Ling had used Soul-Shattering Evidence Retrieval on himself and saw this segnt of mory... No, strictly speaking, he only "heard" it last ti. (Chapter 214)
Perhaps this segnt of mory was hidden too deeply in the Bewildernt, so even with Soul-Shattering Evidence Retrieval, he only heard a segnt of voice at the ti... But this ti, Chen Ling not only heard it, but could even see the scene before him.
Rainwater poured onto the Mass Grave Mound.
An earthen pit had already been dug open. Chen Yan, wearing a mud-stained Theatrical Robe, was standing in the curtain of rain with his head lowered.
And in another earthen pit beside him that had also been dug open, among the black bags, a corpse had already lost all vitality, exposed cold and pale in the rain.
"A-Yan..." Chen Ling's mind jolted.
When he heard this conversation last ti, Chen Ling subconsciously thought that he was the responding "Chen Yan", but only now did Chen Ling realize that in this scene, he was neither the dead District 3 Chen Ling nor the Chen Yan saved by Master...
He was the Calamity of "Mockery" sealed by Master, another existence independent of Chen Ling and Chen Yan.
Chen Yan looked at his already dead older Brother, his expression painful and numb as if having lost everything.
After an unknown amount of ti, he seed to make up his mind and slightly nodded:
"... Yes."
"Since your mind is made up, as a Master I will not persuade you anymore... However, the effective range of this Domain is only the Seven Great Districts. Things that have already happened outside the Seven Great Districts cannot be tampered with. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
Master slowly raised his hand and slowly pressed another scroll from his left hand onto the sealed Chen Ling.
At that instant, Chen Ling also clearly saw the na of that scroll:
[District 3 Chen Ling Character Profile]
When this "Role" was also fused in, a Domain opened up beside Master. Master flicked his finger, injecting the sealed Chen Ling into Chen Yan's body...
Following that, Master raised his hand and lightly pasted a seemingly thickness-less piece of facial skin onto Chen Yan's face. The mont the facial skin adhered, his body visibly grew taller, as if completely turning into another person.
After finishing all this, Master took off the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe from his own body and gently draped it over him.
"If one day, you begin to feel bewildernt toward yourself, co find your Master..."
"We will be waiting for you in the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path."
"Okay."
That figure turned around, just about to leave, when he seed to think of sothing and suddenly stopped in his tracks again... He slowly turned his head, his voice sounding deep and ice-cold:
"However, if the one who cos in the end is 'Mockery'... your Master will personally kill you."
...
Rumble——
Pale lightning flashed across the ink-like clouds.
Rain streams poured down wildly. The thunderstorm, like divine wrath, irrigated the muddy earth. In the rippling reflections of the puddles, a vermilion human figure was broken and shattered.
"Stop arguing... Stop arguing!"
"All of you shut up!"
"I'm about to rember... I'm about to... rember..."
"I have a na... a na that belongs to !"
The youth's wet black hair hung down to his brows. Those unfocused pupils were full of bewildernt. He struggled to inch forward while holding his head with both hands, as if struggling to recall sothing.
His furious roar echoed on the unmanned street. Without transmitting very far, it was drowned in the endless curtain of rain.
In the dimness, his body tripped over a protruding rock, and he fell heavily to the ground!
A strand of scarlet fresh blood rolled down from the youth's forehead, lting into the flowing rainwater. He blankly lay on the ground, and faintly, sothing seed to surge from the depths of his mind.
He rembered...
He had a na that belonged to him... He had a past that belonged to him... He did not belong to this era, he shouldn't exist here... He was a Transmigrator.
His na was...
"Chen Ling..."
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