My Life Depends on the Audience

While queuing up to be reincarnated in the underworld, while others were walking numbly, I helped an old lady pulling a cart push the cart. She smiled and gave me two pills, one black and one white: "The white one counts as a reward, and the black one, you can get out after eating it." When I opened my eyes again, I became Tian Yang, a supporting actor in a parallel world. The white pill gave me incredible musical and acting talents. The black pill burned a cold number on my wrist - 15. I only have the last fifteen days of my life left. The only way to survive is to gain "audience satisfaction." Every piece of applause and every resonance can buy me a lingering tomorrow. From becoming a blockbuster as a resident singer in a bar, to astonishing the director as a supporting actor on the set... I ran wildly in the entertainment industry, using my singing and acting skills to exchange chips with the God of Death. Until I discovered that the bowl of Meng Po soup I didn't drink, that unintentional act of kindness in the underworld, was involved in a chess game that was far deeper than the cycle of life and death. When the special jade appeared, and when the mastermind behind the scenes showed its fangs, I realized: It wasn't just the wrist reminder I had to deal with. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.