The God of Theater: My Death Is Miles Ahead

“Well then, Mr. Xia, until we meet again in the future!”

Brilliant starlight spilled from Lu Xun’s eyes. He reached out and beckoned, and a long-dormant black wormhole billions of light-years away instantly hurtled toward him at high speed.

“Also, you remind me of a friend I’ll have in the future. I’m sure the two of you will become close friends.”

“I look forward to it.” Xia He turned away leisurely and waved.

A few seconds later, his figure vanished completely.

At the end of the story,

some said they saw a performer standing alone atop the ruins,

with no one behind him.

Others said

a young man in a black suit

led a crowd toward the performer against the setting sun.