I Am Not a Drama God: Chronicle of the Gods

Chen Ling thought that Shen Dao was just acting. Until he dug up the Jade Cauldron that had been sealed for thousands of years in the basement of the theater. "The heavens have collapsed, and the gods are about to return to the world." The candle dragon on the top of Kunlun's snow opened its eyes, and Poseidon's trident rose from the Bermuda vortex. At the top of the Taipei 101 building, Cthulhu's tentacles wrap around the twisted sky. Chen Ling stood in the middle of the ruins, the script in her hands moving automatically. "Who will play this time? Hou Yi? Sun Wukong? Or... Fuxi?" Every time he performs a god, he gets further away from "self". When the final act comes, is he the drama god who saves the world, or is he the first sacrifice when the gods return?