I was bought by the troupe and became a living sacrifice for singing opera.
Every time I go on stage, the gods give me talents, but the price is the countdown of my life.
When I coughed out the first mouthful of blood, golden text appeared in front of my eyes: [Remaining life span: 1 day].
The class leader handed over a new contract: "If you sign it, your life will be extended."
Tonight, I play the dying character.
At the climax of the play, I tore up the contract with bleeding from all my orifices.
The statue's eyes were bleeding, and the entire troupe was instantly petrified.
"Now, it's your turn to be my puppet."
