[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-am-not-the-god-of-drama":3,"chapter-i-am-not-the-god-of-drama-i-am-not-the-god-of-drama-chapter-1618":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","I Am Not the God of Drama",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},542000,792,"Chapter 1640: Goodnight, Baosheng","i-am-not-the-god-of-drama-chapter-1618",1618,"\u003Cp>Goodnight, Baosheng\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orange-red candle flame flickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Baosheng, don't be afraid...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mister will figure out a way to save you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ling spoke softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the warm halo of light, the black color on Chen Ling's Theatrical Robe gradually spread. His temperament also visibly became deeper and more mysterious. An indescribable power spread in the air...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right at this moment, a slender and weak palm gently grabbed the corner of the pitch-black Nuo Opera Theatrical Robe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mister...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the dim light, Kong Baosheng slightly raised his head. The bloodstained bandages wrapping his eyes made his expression unclear... But Chen Ling could feel that he was pleading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What did you say?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't want to continue like this anymore... Mister...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Baosheng, I will cure your illness. Just give me a little more time, and all those pains will leave you. You won't have to continue enduring this torment,\" Chen Ling said solemnly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...No.\" Kong Baosheng shook his head gently. \"Mister, you don't understand...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What don't I understand??\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In this era, living... is the greatest torment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Baosheng weakly lowered his arm, staring emptily at the ceiling above. His voice was incredibly hoarse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if I recover my health, the situation of everyone else still won't change much. The Plague and famine are always there. Even if I can guarantee that I will never catch any kind of virus again, even if I don't have to worry about food and clothing... So what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every time I step out the door, what I see are still people fighting each other for food, what I hear are still their painful groans. I have no way to stand aloof, nor do I have any way to turn a blind eye...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mister, in this era, there is no longer anyone who will calm down and listen to a play.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jinghong Theater...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Will never have a day where the seats are full of guests again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To me... this kind of life is the greatest torment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Baosheng's voice echoed weakly in the room. This was the first time since their reunion that Chen Ling saw sorrow and pain on his face... His sorrow and pain weren't for himself, but for this era.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Baosheng had been in the Jinghong Theater since he was born. After his Grandmother died, he even regarded the Jinghong Theater as something he had to do well even if he devoted his entire life to it. But in this era, the Jinghong Theater would never again welcome guests who truly understood it. Even this Theater House wouldn't be able to continue existing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, watching helplessly as the Jinghong Theater marched towards destruction was something even more unacceptable than death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, when Chen Ling and Li Qingshan were performing 'Wangchun Platform', Kong Baosheng had long heard the chaotic voices nearby. His tears flowed not only out of gratitude towards Chen Ling and Li Qingshan, but even more so out of despair and sorrow...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, he realized,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spring he was pursuing would never return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Baosheng...\" Chen Ling opened his mouth, wanting to say something more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know Mister is very powerful. As long as I want to, you can definitely let me survive...\" Kong Baosheng smiled weakly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But Mister, really... there's no need.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miss my Grandmother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ling's heart felt as if it had been pricked by needles at this moment. An indescribable pain surged into his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gently closed his eyes, as if not daring to look at Kong Baosheng's appearance anymore. A pair of cinnabar-like earrings swayed slightly with his rapid breathing. His inner self was experiencing an unprecedented struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, what he had to face wasn't an invincible enemy, nor a despair-inducing predicament...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But giving up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After an unknown amount of time, he finally took a trembling deep breath...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I understand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ling opened his eyes. Those moist, ruby-like eyes were gently looking at Kong Baosheng on the sickbed. \"Baosheng... I will send you off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Baosheng's pale lips finally curled upwards slightly, seemingly very happy with Chen Ling's choice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, Mister.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ling reached out his slightly trembling hand, gently placing it on Kong Baosheng's forehead, as if gently caressing a junior. The warmth in his palm spread over Kong Baosheng's bloodstains, as if a spring day had already descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kong Baosheng spoke softly again:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mister, I'll be leaving first...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know that with Mister's abilities, you will definitely be able to walk to the end in this era... But sometimes, the people who walk to the end are the ones who suffer the most...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mister must take good care of yourself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ling couldn't help but close his eyes again, controlling his emotions well. His voice remained calm and gentle: \"En, I will.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Chen Ling's palm,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smile surfaced on the corners of Kong Baosheng's mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mister, goodnight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Goodnight... Baosheng.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ling's palm swayed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, a wisp of thought was transmitted to Mr. Han's mind...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Chen Ling tremblingly removed his palm, Kong Baosheng on the sickbed no longer had any breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was not a trace of the bitterness of illness on his face. Instead, it overflowed with a happy smile. It was as if leaving on this perfect and beautiful day had already drawn the best full stop to his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A drop of tear rolled down from the corner of Chen Ling's eye. At this moment, he could finally suppress it no longer. He sat solitary by the side of the bed, looking at the youth on the bed who he had killed with his own hands. His fingernails dug deeply into the flesh of his palms, and drops of scarlet blood spread out on the ground...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this time in his field of vision, an illusory soul drifted out from Kong Baosheng's corpse, slowly ascending towards the void above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ling didn't hesitate, directly opening the Red Paper Umbrella. Because Chen Ling had killed Kong Baosheng with his own hands, his soul had almost no resistance before being sucked into the umbrella.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Baosheng...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This era owes you too much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"After I Reboot the World, perhaps... we'll still have a chance to meet again...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ling muttered softly, as if speaking to Kong Baosheng, and also as if comforting himself. As he put away the Red Paper Umbrella, a chilling wind swept through the room, and the burning orange Kerosene Lamp beside them instantly extinguished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ling, draped in the Theatrical Robe with a red base and black patterns, slowly stood up from the chair and pushed the door to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thunder outside the building still continued endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Qingshan, who was sitting alone at the door, seemed to have noticed something and turned to look over... A trace of astonishment surfaced in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flickering lightning stretched the Thespian's back incredibly long. Chen Ling slowly walked through the empty front hall, finally arriving beside Li Qingshan...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of the Jinghong Theater's doors,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Thespians were silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Chen, Baosheng, he...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Left.\" Chen Ling paused for a moment. \"I sent him off myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Li Qingshan had already vaguely guessed it, a thick sorrow still flashed across his face. He was silent for a long time, but still spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Leaving without pain is also good... In this era, living is also suffering.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ling didn't respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly looked up at the sky... The wind and rain of the Hidden Clouds Domain didn't pause for a moment due to Kong Baosheng's death; on the contrary, it became even more fierce and violent!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow is the book signing for the sixth volume of \"I Am Not the God of Drama\" in Chongqing, taking a day off ~ Looking forward to meeting everyone!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's my fault for giving out knives (tragedy) today, please don't knife me when we meet, I beg you.\u003C\u002Fp>",1318,"2026-05-30T14:16:50.818Z","2026-06-01T04:31:26.536Z",1,"novelbin.me","0b85eed28ad23cd09a8e6f0bf714123100814565ec005d473ed345898f3309df","i-am-not-the-god-of-drama-chapter-1619","i-am-not-the-god-of-drama-chapter-1617",1902,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-am-not-the-god-of-drama-cover.jpg"]