Chapter 1463: Red King Chen Ling

Red King Chen Ling

Whoosh——

As the Script turned to the last page, those surging words gradually dissipated. Chen Ling only felt his consciousness sink, rapidly plummeting downwards...

Those images, those scenes, those unforgettable pasts of the Fifth Generation Red King, all flashed before his eyes like a rewinding movie.

The Red King didn't bid farewell to Chen Ling,

Nor did he leave any letters for him,

But he hid his entire life within this face skin, displaying it before Chen Ling's eyes.

They seemed to have had no communication, but it also seemed like they had said everything... In front of this most straightforward personal witness, all conventional verbal communication seemed pale and powerless. Everything he wanted to say, wanted to explain, wanted to guide, had already entered Chen Ling's mind.

Amidst these disordered lights and shadows of memories, a blurred figure draped in a Great Crimson Theatrical Robe pierced out from within, chasing straight towards the falling Chen Ling!

The falling Chen Ling saw this figure and was slightly taken aback.

That was the Fifth Generation Red King.

He manifested from the memories of the face skin. With a flash, he arrived right above the falling Chen Ling. His figure was blurred like a ghost, but in the next second, he raised his fingertip and gently tapped on the center of Chen Ling's brow...

At the same time, a whisper echoed by Chen Ling's ear:

"...I'm sorry."

Buzz——!!

Chen Ling only felt a scorching heat transmitting from the center of his brow. His mind violently jolted!

Above the undisturbed lake, Chen Ling, draped in the red-based, black-patterned Theatrical Robe, suddenly jolted awake. The Red King face skin on his face constantly peeled off. Only at the center of his brow did a light flicker...

Chen Ling looked down at his own reflection in the lake. He only saw that at the center of his brow, a mysterious Marking was outlined.

The moment this Marking completely manifested, Chen Ling's Paint the Rosy Face automatically activated. Those subtle areas of makeup that were originally still blank were all being Completed by some kind of power. Within just a few short seconds, a perfect opera makeup was reflected in the water's surface, every part revealing a natural, flawless beauty!

The final stroke of Paint the Rosy Face was filled in.

This face that belonged uniquely to Chen Ling had already reached Completion!

This was the final relic the Red King left for him... and at the same time, an apology gift.

Chen Ling looked at this perfect Opera Mask makeup face in the water's reflection, in a daze for a long time, before slowly coming back to his senses...

The Red King had apologized to him.

This apology was not only for that argument, but even more so an apology for Chen Ling's life. The Red King was Chen Ling's creator, and also the behind-the-scenes hand pushing him forward. The suffering and setbacks Chen Ling endured along his growth couldn't be separated from the Red King's involvement. He indeed owed Chen Ling an apology.

And he also made up for the final gap in Chen Ling's Paint the Rosy Face, allowing this "face" that belonged to Chen Ling to reach complete Completion.

Once, it was the Red King who turned him from a fictional character into possessing a physical body. Now, it was also the Red King who Completed the final soul of this character.

From this moment on, Chen Ling completely knew his past and present, knew all the Causality. His heart was completely transparent, no longer possessing a trace of Bewilderment.

From now on, Chen Ling was no longer an alternative product combined from the Calamity of Mockery, Chen Yan, and Yao. He possessed his own independent personality. He was a living "human"... walking out from the fictional story created by the Red King!

Chen Ling, is just Chen Ling.

In the future, his destiny would be determined by himself.

With a thought from Chen Ling, Paint the Rosy Face slowly faded, hiding beneath his face skin. His gaze once again looked at the Red King in the Coffin, his expression somewhat complex...

For a moment, he couldn't even explain clearly what kind of feelings he actually had towards the Red King.

Love? Not to that extent.

Hate? Not to that extent.

The Red King before his eyes, although possessing the same appearance as A-Yan, Chen Ling was very clear in his heart that he wasn't that younger brother he knew... He had experienced too much, endured too much, and had already become another unfamiliar person. If there was any similarity between him and A-Yan, perhaps it was only that softness deep within his heart towards himself, or rather, towards Yao.

Chen Ling looked at that deathly silent corpse of the Red King, silent like a sculpture for a long time. Thousands of words welled up in his heart, ultimately converging into two words:

"...Thank you."

No matter how much suffering he made him endure, at least, it was he who created him.

Without the Fifth Generation Red King, he would still be an "Audience" in chaos right now.

A gentle breeze brushed past the gemstone-clear lake surface.

Ripples silently undulated.

Beneath the grey robe, the Grey King slowly closed her eyes. Facing that Theatrical Robe figure in front of the Coffin, she bowed bit by bit...

And then, knelt on one knee.

"The Grey King of the Dusk Society, Zhu Yu, following the dying wish of the previous generation Red King, implores Mister Chen... to take over as the Red King and lead the Dusk Society."

This most mysterious Grey King of the Dusk Society, who was only half a step away from achieving Rank 9 Demigod, was currently half-kneeling on the ground, solemnly raising her hands towards Chen Ling... In her palm, a Playing Card quietly lay.

A red [JOKER].

Seeing this, Liu Qingyan behind her also knelt down without the slightest hesitation. One grey and one black figure dotted the gently rippling lake surface, and the air once again fell into dead silence.

Chen Ling turned his head and looked at the half-kneeling Grey King and the Playing Card in her hand. His gaze was deep and calm.

In the Red King's memories, he created him precisely to let him become the Sixth Generation Red King. Relying on his specialness, to lead the Dusk Society to Reboot the World and find a way to rewrite everything... It was also precisely for this purpose that the Red King constantly laid out plans, guiding him to grow step by step.

Chen Ling didn't really like this feeling of being led by the nose.

But in the Red King's memories, he didn't have the slightest intention of hiding anything. He directly told everything to Chen Ling... He also didn't force Chen Ling to take over as the Red King, but instead let the Grey King use this method, to implore him.

The Red King planned out Chen Ling's growth, but at this truly critical moment, he deliberately left no backup plans...

He completely handed the right to choose to Chen Ling.

Chen Ling could naturally refuse.

He was the Calamity of Mockery. Even if this world became a mess, as long as the Red Star didn't impact Earth again, even if all humans died, he could still live on alone...

But, was that truly what he wanted?

Faced with this open-ended proposition, Chen Ling seemed to have a choice, but also seemed to have no choice. Because from the moment he inherited Yao's memories and Chen Yan's body, he was already a "human". Even if he didn't care about the survival or extinction of humanity, there would always be some important people who would become the reason for him not turning back.

Time passed minute by minute and second by second.

Chen Ling still stood in front of the Grey King, unmoved.

The Grey King didn't have the slightest intention of urging him. She just remained half-kneeling there like a sculpture, holding up that Playing Card with both hands, waiting for Chen Ling's choice...

Finally,

Chen Ling reached out his hand, slowly reaching towards the Playing Card in her palm.

However, just as the Grey King was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Chen Ling's hand suddenly paused in mid-air...

And then retracted it.

The Grey King and Liu Qingyan were taken aback, looking up simultaneously.

Above the rippling green lake, that figure draped in the Theatrical Robe calmly walked past them...

He didn't accept that Playing Card of the Fifth Generation Red King.

He refused?

Just as the Grey King's thoughts were in chaos, the back of that red-based, black-patterned Theatrical Robe slowly raised his hand. At his fingertip, a [Six of Hearts] Card Face was bright and vivid...

Chen Ling's fingertip gently flipped.

In the next second,

That [Six of Hearts] magically turned into a brand new [JOKER]!

"That is his card, not my card... let his Card Face rest in peace with him in this world." Chen Ling spoke indifferently,

"From now on..."

"My destiny will be grasped by myself."