My Acting Was So Convincing, It Made the Gods Weep

I transmigrated into an immortal cultivation theater troupe and became an extra who can only play dead.

They say that singing, reciting, acting, and acrobatics can all reach the divine, and that the audience’s faith is power.

But on my first day onstage, I received no faith. Instead, I left every god in the heavens speechless.

When a world-ending demon overwhelmed us, I improvised a performance of The Injustice to Dou E. Snow fell in June, and the vengeful dead came seeking justice.

The entire audience wept, and divine power surged.

For the first time, the lofty gods cast their gaze down upon me, tears shining in their eyes.

That was when I learned that this world was nothing more than a breeding ground where they harvested emotions.

I grinned, set up a camera, and started a livestream across the myriad realms.

“Guys, send me some rockets!”

“Coming up next: I’m Not the God of Acting. Let me teach the gods what real... acting looks like.”