Chapter 1013: Seek Audience with the Red King!!

"I hope you are right." Chen Ling paused. "If everything descends into despair once again, it won't be too late for me to jump from here then... I'll drag the King of Silver down with me."

Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As Chen Ling took another step back, everything around him faded and disappeared. His consciousness drifted back into his body...

In a hazy gloom.

Lying on the ground, Chen Ling slowly opened his eyes.

For some reason, the moment Chen Ling opened his eyes, an inexplicable palpitation surged through the King of Silver's body... It was as if, in that brief instant, he had already been killed once, and the surging aura of world destruction was like a monstrous maw, grinding him into pieces!

The King of Silver's pupils suddenly constricted. He instinctively stumbled back several steps, his back unknowingly drenched in cold sweat!

Had the Disaster of Mockery emerged???

No, that's not right...

The King of Silver looked fearfully before him, seeing Chen Ling, whose limbs had been severed, staring at him without a trace of emotion... There was no anger, no hatred, no desire to fight, and no longing to live.

It was like a death-seeker who had completely despaired of the world, meeting the King of Silver's gaze with absolute indifference.

Even though Chen Ling was only a Tier 4, the moment the King of Silver met his gaze, he inexplicably felt as if the other could crush him at any moment... And this feeling was extremely intense!

Impossible... The aura of disaster had not appeared, meaning Chen Ling's connection to the Disaster of Mockery wasn't that deep. He was probably just bluffing.

However...

This guy's acting was simply too good.

After the King of Silver realized Chen Ling was merely performing, his mind settled, and he stepped forward... Almost simultaneously, Chen Ling's voice calmly rang out:

"Are you going to kill me?"

The King of Silver was taken aback. Chen Ling's tone was as casual as if he were asking, "Have you eaten?"

"Kill you?" The King of Silver smiled slightly. "For now, I won't kill you... After all, you carry a world-destroying calamity within you. Even if I were to kill you, I'd wait for the most opportune moment..."

"Oh."

Chen Ling lay on his back, looking up at the gloom, replying indifferently. His tone seemed to carry a hint of disappointment.

Audience Expectation +3

Current Expectation: 60

When Chen Ling's confusion was exposed earlier, the audience expectation had been rapidly soaring, but Chen Ling had no time to notice... Now seeing the increase, his heart remained unmoved.

For an actor with a death wish, audience expectation no longer mattered. After all, even if they swarmed into the performance, it would be no different from Chen Ling leaping off the stage.

The King of Silver paid no attention to Chen Ling's perfunctory reply. He gazed at Chen Ling, who had completely lost his threat, his eyes slightly narrowing...

A plan surfaced in his mind.

"You reminded me... The timing of your death is crucial." The King of Silver waved his hand, and Chen Ling, with his limbs severed, appeared in his palm out of thin air, his large red opera robe fluttering in the wind.

"I will not only kill you, but I will do so under the gaze of all realms... At that time, the world-destroying power within you will become our most potent weapon for destroying the realms."

Chen Ling's initial assumption was correct: once the King of Silver realized Chen Ling couldn't directly connect with the Disaster of Mockery, he would lose his basic human rights and become a pure weapon...

If Chen Ling were killed at the most opportune time and place, the Disaster of Mockery within him would inevitably emerge, delivering a devastating blow to humanity's other realms.

The King of Silver casually took Chen Ling's other severed limbs, and with a flicker of his body, vanished from the spot.

The Clock Tower.

Ying Fu slowly withdrew his gaze, watching the dust gradually dissipate in the distance.

He finally released Ah Qian's hand, which he had been covering. She looked up, somewhat bewildered, "Brother Li, are they done fighting?"

"...Yes, they're done."

"Who won?"

Ying Fu didn't answer. He merely glanced at the gloomy realm shrouded in haze and the blood-red robe pinned to the distant city wall, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

After a long while, he gently stroked Ah Qian's head:

"From now on, everything will be as it usually is... Do you understand?"

Chen Ling hadn't completely destroyed the Flame Usurpers, nor had Hong Xiu managed to kill the King of Silver... The sun failed to rise from the Boundless Realm, instead being utterly scattered, and despair once again enveloped everyone's hearts.

"I still can't go outside?" Ah Qian asked, feeling wronged.

"No, it's very dangerous out there."

"Brother Li... When will these days ever end?"

In over a dozen factory districts, hundreds of thousands of workers shared the same thought in their despair... They coughed under the suffocating haze, dragging their weary bodies like walking dead, returning to their workshops.

After today, the factory chimneys would continue to burn, the workshop radiation would continue to be released. Those past hopes were utterly shattered and buried deep in everyone's hearts, as if none of what just happened had ever occurred.

The Rat Gang, the Human Rights Union, figure after figure stood pale in the haze, indistinct and unable to see any way out...

After an unknown amount of time,

Ying Fu slowly replied, "...I don't know. Perhaps... for a very long time."

Beneath the lead-grey clouds.

A wounded figure stumbled forward along a rugged stone mountain path...

Blood dripped from between his fingers onto the stone steps. His damaged baseball cap was utterly shapeless. He gasped heavily, as if only a towering mountain peak remained before his eyes, the hope that had sustained him throughout his journey.

Step, step, step...

The mountain peak drew closer before his eyes. As he took his final step, a desolate, rocky clearing came into view.

"Huu..."

A weary sigh escaped Bai Ye's lips. When he looked up again, his pupils slightly constricted!

On a strangely shaped boulder not far away, a child with white ash smeared on his face stood coldly. The moment their gazes met, it was as if heaven and earth changed color!

It was a pressure even Bai Ye couldn't bear, like a terrifying killing intent falling from the sky, emanating from the seemingly comical child. It even warped the space on the stone mountain...

Those cold eyes looked down at Bai Ye, like an arrogant king gazing upon a struggling rat.

Too strong...

Bai Ye had a premonition that the opponent's strength was definitely no less than Hong Xiu's. If the opponent made a move, he would absolutely not leave this mountain alive today.

Bai Ye didn't know who he was or where he came from, but according to the information, this was supposed to be the entrance to the Ancient Theatre Trove...

He gritted his teeth, took a poker card from his pocket, and held it between his fingers.

Bai Ye took a deep breath, and with all his might, shouted into the void before him:

"Heart 6 Chen Ling in distress!! Fate unknown!!!"

"Twilight Society, Heart Q Bai Ye..."

"Requests an audience with the Red King!!!"