I Am Not the God of Drama

Still in Wushan

Yang Xiao's eyes were tightly shut, his lips pale.

He didn't reply, seemingly having poured all his energy into sensing the falling nuclear weapon... So far, he could only manipulate small, stationary metals. A nuclear weapon wasn't particularly large overall, but its speed was too fast.

How long until the nuclear weapon fell? Ten seconds? Fifteen seconds? To keep up with its speed and deflect it within such a short time frame was simply too difficult for the current Yang Xiao...

But failing meant death!

Yang Xiao's brain worked frantically, crimson blood flowing from his orifices... He had never risked his life like this since gaining this power.

The flickering point of light descended from the clouds, hurtling straight toward the center of the city.

Just as it had fallen halfway, an inexplicable force suddenly surged, as if someone forcibly grabbed a corner of its tail end, brutally twisting its trajectory. It traced an arc incomprehensible to ordinary people, flying toward the nearby suburbs!

The scythe of death plunged obliquely into the deserted residential area. After a brief silence, a fireball of blinding intensity expanded frantically in all directions!

The deafening roar pierced the eardrums of everyone in the shelter. The violently trembling earth felt as if the sky was going to collapse the next moment. Everyone instinctively hunched over, covering their ears with pained and terrified expressions.

Just as everyone was reeling in terror, the pale-faced Yang Xiao swayed and fell straight backward.

"Yang Xiao!"

Lu Xun and Chu Changqing caught him from left and right.

The tremors of collapsing houses continued to echo, dust swirling within the underground shelter. Violent coughing and crying rose and fell. This explosion was much closer than the previous one, causing many to break down emotionally.

"The shelter didn't collapse... He successfully altered the nuclear weapon's trajectory??" Chu Changqing said in shock.

"It seems so." Lu Xun gently laid Yang Xiao flat on the ground, his gaze somewhat complex. "Although Yang Xiao doesn't talk much usually, at critical moments, he's more reliable than anyone else..."

"We've only dodged the blast impact for now... But what about the nuclear radiation and harmful fallout?" Su Zhiwei asked worriedly, recalling what Lu Xun had said earlier.

"Even with the walls weakening it, we should be exposed to nuclear radiation right now."

Lu Xun pondered for a moment, looking down at his palms, where a faint glimmer of starlight flickered silently.

"Perhaps... I can try."

...

The shockwave of the second nuclear strike swept across the entire Wushan Town. All visible buildings were instantly destroyed, leaving only a chaotic mess on the ground...

Chen Ling stood atop a distant mountain peak, the hem of his theatrical robe fluttering in the wind. Only when the searing explosion completely dissipated did he slowly lower his arm blocking his body and open his eyes.

Looking at the devastated city before him, Chen Ling was stunned for a long time...

"Oh no..."

"Oh no!!!"

Disregarding nuclear radiation and fallout entirely, Chen Ling immediately executed Cloud Step, rushing frantically toward Wushan Town!

The area of this nuclear strike was right in Wushan Town. Even if Lu Xun and the others weren't hurt by the explosion, the subsequent series of nuclear contamination would threaten their lives.

If any of the Nine Monarchs died in this disaster, then everything would be over!

The great crimson theatrical robe faded into the sky full of gloom.

Several minutes later.

Two figures slowly drifted out from the rock layers within the mountain peak.

Fu Kun's legs went soft, collapsing onto the ground, his whole body drenched in cold sweat... He looked at Wushan Town, which had been razed to the ground before him, a deep lingering fear still on his face.

Just a moment ago, he had almost been engulfed by the explosion. If Ying Fu hadn't intervened and taken him straight underground to avoid the direct impact of the nuclear strike, he wouldn't have survived even if he had two lives.

"Your Majesty..." Fu Kun stiffly turned his head and violently kowtowed twice to the man behind him.

"Thank you for saving my life, Your Majesty!!!"

Ying Fu merely gave a faint "mm" in response.

His gaze was currently fixed on the post-explosion Wushan Town and the haze enveloping the entire city, his brow slightly furrowed...

"Strange... Why is there an odd aura in the air after this explosion..."

"Huh?" Fu Kun paused and sniffed the air with his nose.

"I don't feel anything... However, the mushroom cloud flipped up by this second nuclear weapon does seem different from the first one... Were these two nuclear weapons not produced by the same country?"

This was the only explanation Fu Kun could think of.

Ying Fu pondered for a moment and then shook his head. Whatever secret was hidden in this second nuclear weapon, he didn't care... Even though Wushan Town had been swept into it, his subjects should all be at Bureau 749, well-protected.

On his very first day in Wushan Town, Ying Fu had discussed the various anomalies of this conference with Chancellor Han. While he hadn't foreseen the nuclear strike, he had actually long guessed that these people from Bureau 749 gathering Divine Path possessors were highly unlikely to harm them. After all, in any era, these people were extremely precious talents.

Now that he saw the nuclear strike descend, Ying Fu had completely seen through the logical relationship behind the Wushan Conference. All the clues connected in his mind, naturally including the "White Hands" who had been taken under protection.

"...Let's go."

Ying Fu turned and walked into the distance.

Fu Kun paused. "Aren't we waiting for Chancellor Han and the others?"

"They are very safe. They should be able to come out after a while."

Ying Fu had no interest in forcing his way into Bureau 749 to snatch people back. After all, wherever Chancellor Han and the others were, the buff they provided him still existed. Forcing his way in to snatch them carried risks... Since that was the case, letting them stay temporarily at Bureau 749 to gather some intelligence wasn't a bad idea.

"Oh..." Fu Kun scratched his head. "Where are we going now?"

"Changing cities." As if remembering something, Ying Fu turned to look at Fu Kun. "The shop I told you to buy last night—do you know where its owner and his daughter went?"

Fu Kun suddenly stopped in his tracks, a somewhat strange look on his face.

Seeing the change in his expression, Ying Fu frowned deeply...

"Your Majesty, regarding this matter, I actually intended to report it to you this morning... But a slight accident happened midway." Fu Kun said haltingly. "I already bought that shop last night, and the father and daughter had planned to move away... But the girl's father said they needed to pack up some things and take care of procedures at the girl's school... So..."

"So, what?" Ying Fu's tone grew increasingly low.

Feeling the oppressive aura bearing down on him, Fu Kun couldn't help but swallow hard.

"So, they planned to take the high-speed rail to leave after going to the school this morning..."

A low rumble echoed from the clouds above. Ying Fu stared intensely at Fu Kun and spoke, enunciating every word clearly:

"Are you saying... she's still in Wushan right now?"