Chapter 1008: Confusion Surges

Damn it…Damn it!!Chen Ling sprinted wildly along the street, his eyes bloodshot, veins bulging in his neck. His pace quickened, an emotion he couldn't quite name — anger or resentment — venting in the face of the rushing wind.

Who am I? This question had haunted him like a nightmare since he first regained consciousness. A transmigrator, an actor on stage, Chen Yan, Chen Ling of District Three… Again and again, he was defeated by this question, only to find answers he thought were right, time and again.

In the Ancient Repository of Theatrical Arts, he thought he had finally found the ultimate answer: he was the transmigrator Chen Ling, who, after merging with Chen Ling of District Three, resided in Chen Yan’s body…

But now, he couldn't even find evidence of his own existence before transmigration. All clues pointed to him not existing at all… But how could someone who didn't exist possess such clear and vivid memories? Family, elementary school, middle school, university, work… spanning over twenty years, that was his entire life!!

His life might not have been spectacular or rich, but an ordinary life was still proof of his existence as a human being. Now, however, all proof had been overturned.

At this moment, the words spoken by Yao in the Mirror of True Self resurfaced in Chen Ling's mind:"Are you truly a transmigrator? Do you really believe in transmigration? Who… are you, exactly?"

In fact, ever since Chen Ling had sensed his own bewilderment, this conversation had been forgotten with his awakening… But now, that "bewilderment" he had once ignored surged back into his mind!

Transmigrating after a chandelier fell on him, inexplicably arriving centuries later, merging with Chen Yan of the Theatrical Deity Dao and Yao of the Witch Deity Dao at the most difficult and critical moment, becoming a trinity… Was this truly a coincidence, or a "ploy" meticulously set up by someone?

Does transmigration truly exist in this world? If it's a "ploy," then who set it up? And why was he specifically chosen?

Bewilderment surged within Chen Ling's heart; he felt his head was about to split open, the road before him beginning to blur and double. His speed gradually slowed…

Amidst the haze, a mixed-race figure in a British overcoat appeared like a specter at the end of the road.

Chen Ling's body stiffened, and he abruptly halted. Suppressing the profound pain deep within his mind, he stared intently at the figure with bloodshot eyes, his voice hoarse: "…The King of Silver."

"I'm very curious," the King of Silver said, calmly observing Chen Ling. "I clearly exchanged your memories back then… How did you recover them?"

Chen Ling forced a sneer from the corner of his mouth. "Guess?"

Given the situation, there was no need for Chen Ling to keep up the act; the King of Silver wasn't a fool. Hong Xiu's betrayal, Chi Tong's murder, the "Twilight Society" intimidating the Usurpers, the entire Boundless Domain in chaos… Chen Ling could only be the mastermind behind all of it.

The King of Silver slowly raised a hand. "No, I'm not interested."

The moment the words fell, Chen Ling felt a dizzying sensation, losing all support and crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust…

He looked down to see his arms and legs detached from his torso, scattered on the ground like disassembled toy parts.

There was no pain, no wounds, and not even a drop of blood flowed from the severed parts, yet Chen Ling was utterly powerless, like a lamb awaiting slaughter.

"I must say, your acting is excellent… even I was deceived." In the inverted street, the King of Silver, dragging his fragmented body, slowly walked toward Chen Ling. Although his tone was as calm as possible, Chen Ling still detected a surge of anger within it!

His deep blue eyes coldly looked down upon Chen Ling, who was now like a human stick: "I've already decided to kill you, even disassembling you to this extent, yet that 'World Destroyer' hasn't appeared… Its connection with you isn't as close as we thought, is it?"

"It was all an act. You had to make us believe that the 'World Destroyer' could appear through you at any moment, so you could deter us…"

"As expected of the Heart of Six from the Twilight Society. A mere Fourth Order, yet you've led us all on a wild goose chase."

He squatted down, grabbed Chen Ling's hair, and forced him to meet his gaze. "But now, I won't give you that chance."

A "Heart Serpent" hundreds of meters tall, like a monstrous beast, slowly materialized from the void behind the King of Silver. Its scarlet tongue flicked out toward Chen Ling, emitting a rustling sound.

Before those serpentine eyes that could discern the human heart, Chen Ling felt completely exposed, his hairs instantly standing on end!

"Such profound bewilderment…" The King of Silver narrowed his eyes, uttering a soft exclamation.

In the Heart Serpent's eyes, all of Chen Ling's current emotions materialized: a degree of anger, a degree of fear, a degree of unwillingness… But all these emotions were consumed by another emotion called "bewilderment." If other emotions were roughly palm-sized, the bewilderment hovering above Chen Ling was like a colossal ship.

The King of Silver had never witnessed such vast and profound bewilderment; it surpassed his imagination.

"Was this bewilderment deliberately hidden by someone?" The King of Silver's Heart Serpent seemed to sense something, communicating with him. Amidst the dense bewilderment, a mysterious pattern could be seen, hidden deep within Chen Ling's memories. It resembled a seal.

It was precisely because of this seal that Chen Ling hadn't been consumed by the bewilderment. All the truth was preserved there, deliberately hidden by someone to prevent Chen Ling from remembering.

"Interesting…" the King of Silver sneered. "I'd like to see who is using you in their scheme."

As his words faded, the King of Silver reached out and seized the seal deep within Chen Ling's memory. A pattern was instantly "stolen," and the next moment, countless waves of bewilderment surged forth, completely overwhelming Chen Ling's mind!

"Did you… truly transmigrate?"

Vivid red floor numbers flickered on the screen as the old elevator slowly ascended with a creaking sound. Chen Ling felt as though he had returned to that familiar residential complex… Suppressing the deep pain in his mind, he looked up at the top of the elevator.

Finally, the elevator slowly stopped on the ninth floor. As the elevator doors slowly opened, a familiar conversation drifted into his ears…

"Cai Yun… don't cry anymore. If you keep crying like this, what will happen to your health?""That's right, if Ah Ling were alive and saw you like this, how heartbroken would he be?""Ah Ling was a good child, but his fate was truly… sigh."

Hearing this conversation, Chen Ling immediately recalled his first time entering the Era Archives and returning home… Everything happening now was exactly the same as it had been then.

Subconsciously, he raised his head, his gaze turning towards the direction of his home's entrance…