[{"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-569":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},540949,792,"Chapter 572","i-am-not-the-god-of-drama-chapter-569",569,"\u003Cp>Hall Master\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the manor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sudden explosion sent all the guests into panic. On one side were roaring ruins of fire, and on the other side, tearing through the clouds, a chaotic battlefield like Gods Fighting... They scrambled to flee out the manor gates, the scene extremely chaotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the corner of the venue's corridor, Li Qingshan watched the private residence in the distance completely reduced to a sea of fire, his mouth unconsciously opening wide...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, he finally knew why Chen Ling said helping him destroy the contracts was just a casual matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this sea of fire, whether it was contracts, property, or anything else, it was impossible for anything to survive... Even Mu Chunsheng himself might have already been blown up on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miss, let's go quickly!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the chaotic crowd, Uncle Quan tugged at Huang Suyue's hem, speaking anxiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the latter half of the sentence, Huang Suyue finally recovered her senses. After taking one last deep look at Chen Ling, she followed Uncle Quan and hurried outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mister!! Aren't you running??\" By the Stage, Kong Baosheng's face was full of anxiety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You go first, I'll be there in a bit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mister, you're confused! Terrorists stuffed bombs into the manor. What if there are other bombs besides the one that exploded? Your little life is the most important!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ling smiled faintly, patting Kong Baosheng's shoulder, \"Don't worry, there was only this one bomb in total... You go first, I still have one last crucial segment that I haven't finished dealing with.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What segment??\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ling didn't answer, just silently shook his head. Seeing this, Kong Baosheng had no other choice, gritting his teeth and saying, \"Alright then, I'll go back and cook first... Mister! You have to come back safe and sound!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saying that, Kong Baosheng also quickly ran off into the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Ling slowly stood up straight, his gaze leisurely falling on the place where billowing smoke rose. His fingertips gently fumbled for something in his sleeve. A moment later, a thin and light face mask that he had stored for a long time appeared in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Since it's putting on a Performance... I have to do the full set, right?\" Chen Ling said with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Great World Cabaret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roaring sound of an explosion rang out from the distance, the ground of the entire street trembling unconsciously. The numerous guests immersed in the singing and dancing looked outside suspiciously, not knowing what happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The numerous Plainclothes Officers mixed in the crowd looked at each other and nodded slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They directly took off their coats, stepped onto the dining tables with one foot, and held up their badges, shouting loudly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Police Bureau conducting official business! All unauthorized personnel leave immediately!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is a suspected gathering place for Dusk Society members! Run faster if you want to live!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cabaret guests were instantly dumbfounded. Among those swaying on the dance floor at this moment, nearly half were Plainclothes Officers. Even a portion of the waiters and chefs were taking off their clothes while pulling out guns, forcing everyone to leave immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They never expected that the \"brothers\" they were just drinking and even hugging with a moment ago would suddenly transform into Police Officers pointing guns at their foreheads. The entire scene instantly plunged into chaos, and the crowd frantically surged outward amidst exclamations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, a figure carrying a Large Writing Brush on his back slowly walked into the cabaret, going against the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a man dressed in white, tall in stature, visually estimated to be 1.9 meters tall. But at this moment, on his back, a giant Calligraphy Brush two and a half meters long was slung diagonally, thick and sturdy. Looking from afar, he looked like a general carrying a Heaven-Piercing Halberd on his back, passing through a chaotic battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this man, all the Police Officers present respectfully lowered their heads, and not a single person even dared to look him directly in the eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How is the situation?\" The man stood beside the leading Police Officer and said indifferently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord, we just secretly searched everywhere here and didn't find anything crucial... According to the chief's instructions, we didn't dare to rashly enter VIP Box 001, we could only wait for you to come and take charge of the overall situation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man nodded slightly, \"Now the battle has already started at Big Dipper Manor. Normally speaking, the Dusk Society has come out in full force this time, but we can't rule out the possibility of other members hiding here... Since we've decided to wipe out this group of Dusk Society members, we have to pull them out by the roots and ensure no one escapes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But Lord, if there really are Dusk Society remnants in the VIP box, wouldn't our large-scale evacuation of the masses alert the snake in the grass?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's fine.\" The man's gaze leisurely fell on the second floor, \"I have already drawn an 'Enclosure Circle' around this cabaret. Even if they notice, they won't be able to escape.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord is wise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying the Calligraphy Brush on his back, the man walked straight up the stairs, heading straight for VIP Box 001 at the end of the corridor, with numerous Police Officers closely following behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The few Police Officers trailing at the very end looked at the Large Writing Brush on the man's back, horror surfacing in their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Could this be...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn't expect even this person to be mobilized. It seems [Floating Life Painting] is truly vigilant to the extreme against the Dusk Society.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you mean? Who is he?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't you know? Ordinary members of [Floating Life Painting] all have numbers and are called Architects. But above ordinary members, there seems to be nine people, each wielding powerful authority. They are called [Hall Masters].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumor has it that among these nine Hall Masters, there is a Third Seat, always wearing white clothes all year round, carrying an eight-foot ink brush on his back, able to define the surroundings with a casual gesture... The miracle 'Enclosure Circle' is his handiwork.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Doesn't that mean he is the third strongest expert in our Red Dust Domain?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's right... and I suspect that for this encirclement and suppression of the Dusk Society, more than half of the nine Hall Masters should have been dispatched. The venue over there is probably even more lively.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst the whispers of the crowd, the man stood at the door of VIP Box 001, drew the eight-foot ink brush from his back single-handedly, and casually swiped it in front of him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buzz—!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp explosion sounded in the air, a streak of ink flashed through nothingness, and the VIP box door in front of them instantly melted, exposing a dim and lightless room to everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying the ink brush, the man slowly walked into the VIP box. Smelling the odor inside, his brows unconsciously furrowed, seemingly extremely disgusted...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is there no one...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept over the surroundings and quickly locked onto the mysterious array in the center of the floor. He bent down and rubbed it forcefully, but couldn't rub off even the slightest bit of the mysterious paint outlining the Markings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is indeed their stronghold.\" The man's eyes narrowed slightly, \"But... what exactly is this thing used for?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing no one here, the Police Officers behind him finally breathed a sigh of relief. They entered the VIP box and began to search carefully. Besides some skeletons of unknown animals and some strange sacrificial tools, they found nothing of more value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord, there's a deck of Playing Cards here?\" A Police Officer picked up a deck of poker cards from the corner near the door, looking like it had been casually tossed here by someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Playing Cards?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man's eyebrows raised slightly. He took the deck into his hands, poured out all the Card Faces, and carefully searched through them for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There are three cards missing...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Which three?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Six of Hearts, Six of Spades, and Heart 9...\" The man put away this deck of Playing Cards, \"It seems the identities of those few people in the venue can already be confirmed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1382,"2026-05-30T14:16:15.122Z","2026-06-01T04:31:26.536Z",1,"novelbin.me","a1d268f293a38e5aeac779548024d9c56dbf8a3665bc9dfd9132f872be81b04e","i-am-not-the-god-of-drama-chapter-570","i-am-not-the-god-of-drama-chapter-568",1902,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-am-not-the-god-of-drama-cover.jpg"]