[I Am Not a God of Theater fan fiction + one male lead + no female lead + fixing the original’s regrets + a little overpowered hero]
The male lead in this story goes by the name Jiang Wuyang. He is a human who has lain dormant for many years, rising from his coffin to fulfill a promise to a young man of the Way of Theater.
The undead corpse that crawled out of a coffin, a traveler who crossed through time, the Dusk Society’s Spade 5, a ninth-rank demigod of a twisted divine path, a witness to two generations of Red Kings... Who is he, really?
[With the Red King]
“I watched you grow. I know what you’ve been through, and I would never leave you alone in this lonely world.”
“Please wait patiently for our reunion, three hundred years from now.”
“The future you speak of will be my past.”
“When the world restarts, I’ll take you to meet my brother. He’s a really good guy.”
[With Chen Ling]
“No one has to suffer through hardship. ‘You can’t see a rainbow without weathering a storm’ is nothing but drivel used by those in power to placate their workhorses. What you truly deserve is a life filled with happiness and joy.”
“This isn’t a gift bestowed upon a savior. It’s the good life we deserve simply because we’re human and were born into this world.”
“You may truly resent him for treating you like a chess piece... I really can’t say whether he had his reasons or something else in mind, since he did, in fact, do it. But the Dusk Society is still your home. If you’re ever mistreated out there, you can come back to us. Um... I won’t tell the Red King.”
(An attempt to make up for the regrets in God of Theater. OOC warning.)
