Judgment
The moment the words fell, Han Meng pulled the trigger.
Click!
The mechanism collided, but no bullet was fired.
However, at the same time, the ground in front of Han Meng instantly crumbled, soil and rocks vanishing into nothingness, as if an invisible bullet had shattered the matter at the molecular level!
And this "deconstructive" bullet flashed to the red paper monster in a thousandth of a second!
Under this invisible deconstructive force, the red paper tentacles floating in mid-air were forcibly torn open, and immediately, a circular wound with a radius of one meter completely penetrated the monster's body!
Through that huge circular wound, Han Meng could even see the streets of District Three in the distance. This shot had directly annihilated two-thirds of its body.
Just as Han Meng was about to put away his gun, a sudden change occurred!
The red paper monster with a gaping hole in its center did not die, but continued to extend red paper as if nothing had happened.
It frantically spread out, and within just two seconds, not only did it repair the central hole, but its size also increased by more than three times!
Now, it was like a giant paper red sun, with countless pieces of paper twisting around it, hanging in the sky of the wasteland.
[Viewer Expectation -1]
[Current Expectation: 14%]
Han Meng's pupils slightly contracted!
He immediately raised his gun and aimed at the sky, pulling the trigger three times in a row. The deconstructive force tore three large holes in that red sun.
Fine rain fell from the three holes, splashing on Han Meng's solemn face, icy cold to the bone.
Whoosh!
A swarm of paper pieces stabbed down like a red rain, instantly turning the entire wasteland into a beehive. Han Meng fired wildly, but could only barely tear a gap in this red rain to save his life.
"Damn it..." Han Meng's back was already soaked with sweat.
He could feel that he was no match for this disaster!
For some reason, the opponent's power seemed to have surged again, leaping from the initial fifth level to the top of the fifth level, just a hair's breadth away from entering the terrifying sixth level!
At this moment, a hand in a theatrical costume emerged from the paper monster, lightly and precisely pressing on Han Meng's head!
"Hehe."
A light laugh echoed in Han Meng's ears. In the next moment, he was pushed down by a palm, his head slamming heavily on the ground!
Boom!!
The ground cracked, and Han Meng at the center of the force point spat out a mouthful of blood, lying motionless like a pile of mud.
The battle had ended. The red paper in the sky returned to the monster's body, and the drizzling rain covered the scarred land.
Just as the red paper monster was about to leave, the arm in the theatrical costume that had emerged from it suddenly reversed and grabbed the red paper body, pulling hard as if something was about to emerge from it... ...
Five minutes ago.
"Did the audience start to interfere with the performance?"
When Chen Ling saw the last line of text, his heart sank. He suddenly looked up towards the front of the stage.
Countless crimson eyes were still staring at him in the darkness, but in the corner of the audience seats, a group of wooden chairs were now empty...
Some of the audience had vanished.
Dong - Dong - Dong!!
The shadows in the audience seats kept stomping on the theater floor, making a uniform and dull sound.
This sound, in the confined space, was like continuous thunder. Their crimson eyes were fixed on Chen Ling, full of anger and questioning!
Dong - Dong - Dong!!!
Under their synchronized stomping, Chen Ling even felt the stage shaking. The spotlight above his head was trembling slightly, as if it wouldn't last much longer.
Chen Ling basically understood.
Because he was killed by an axe in reality, the "performance" on the stage came to an abrupt halt.
The performance was interrupted, and the audience was extremely angry. But they couldn't communicate directly with Chen Ling, so they could only express their dissatisfaction and threats in this way!
"So... Actually, I'm not dead?" Chen Ling stared blankly at his own hands,
"But if my consciousness is here... Then who is controlling my body now?"
Chen Ling seemed to have thought of something and turned his head. He saw a large black curtain covering the back half of the stage. He forcefully pulled it aside, and a series of images flooded his mind!
He saw himself turning the dinner knife into a piece of paper, scaring Li Xiuchun and Chen Tan unconscious, and fighting with the two enforcers...
This feeling was very strange, as if he was sitting in front of a large screen, watching his own actions through a third-person perspective... Of course, at this time, the "protagonist" was no longer him, but the "audience" who had usurped his body!
The audience was interfering with the performance.
[Audience Expectation Value -1]
Chen Ling's peripheral vision saw the characters on the screen jump. In the next moment, another group of figures in the audience seats vanished without a trace.
"The lower the expectation value, the more the audience will interfere with the performance..." Chen Ling said as he raised his own hands. He saw his body gradually becoming transparent,
"At the same time... Will my existence be gradually erased?"
Indeed, if the audience became the "protagonist" completely, what was the point of him?
Chen Ling's heart sank to the bottom. He knew he had to do something.
Chen Ling stood in front of the curtain, took a deep breath, and tentatively stretched out his palm towards the flickering "scene" behind it...
Either, regain his body and become the "protagonist" again;
Or, die.
Chen Ling's fingertips passed through the curtain, as if touching a barrier, and were forced to slow down.
This barrier was not extremely hard. Instead, it was more like a "membrane", soft and extremely resilient. Chen Ling tried a few times and finally managed to pass through with one finger.
"There's a chance!" Chen Ling's eyes lit up slightly.
He used all his strength to push his palm through the barrier, then his forearm, elbow joint...
At this moment, the characters on the screen jumped again:
[Audience Expectation Value -1]
As the expectation value dropped to 14%, another group of audience vanished. Chen Ling felt that the barrier was becoming increasingly hard. He saw his body becoming more transparent, and a thought flashed through his mind.
It wasn't that the barrier was getting stronger... but his body was getting weaker.
Chen Ling gritted his teeth, but could only slowly push his arm through the curtain, at a speed several times slower than before. His heart was filled with anxiety.
With the current resistance, he estimated that if the expectation value dropped to around 10%, he wouldn't be able to pass through this curtain anymore.
Finally, after his persistent efforts, one arm passed through the curtain completely.
He saw Han Meng struggling under the red rain in the scene. After hesitating for a moment, he casually slapped his forehead, using the power of the red paper monster to knock him unconscious on the ground. In this way, no one would witness the scene of him passing through the curtain and returning to the real world.
He used his arm from the real world to hold the curtain upside down, then pulled hard, tearing a narrow gap.
The second hand reached out from the gap and forced it open until it was wide enough for his body to pass through. Chen Ling took a deep breath and plunged in!