God of Drama: Bai Qi Does Not Kneel

[The God of Theater fanfic + Lighthearted + Transmigrate] Three hundred years after the Great Cataclysm, the Red Star had faded, and the human realm and the Gray Realm had finally reached a balance. The spark of technology flared anew, and homes were slowly rebuilt atop the ruins. The human world, once engulfed in battles that shook heaven and earth, had long since left behind the clash of blades. Life had become blander than plain boiled water. Ying Fu, an old emperor who had emerged from the ancient Imperial Path vault and had no place in this era, quickly shed his imperial robes with all his worldly possessions in hand, and happily plunged into a quiet retirement. Bai Qi went even further. The moment he wandered out of the ancient Military Path vault, he started sitting by the wall every day, staring at the sky and repeating the same words: “Once I attain enlightenment, I'll ascend straight to become a Military Path demigod!” One day, Ying Fu walked by with a bowl of chilled mung bean soup and glanced at him, his tone carrying the emperor's trademark nonchalance: “Lord Wu'an, settle up for the meals you've mooched off me for three days before you start dreaming about becoming a demigod.” Bai Qi didn't even look up. His reply still held the fierce grit of a battle-hardened general: “Be patient, Your Majesty. Once I ascend to the Divine Path, I'll give you half the divine realm. Surely you won't miss a few coins' worth of meals?” Ying Fu scoffed and mercilessly called him out: “Yeah, right. Last time you promised me half a roast chicken, and you didn't even leave me the bones.” Once, one had controlled the world and secured the realm, while the other had held life and death in his hands and commanded the four corners of the land. Now that the bloodlust had faded, this emperor and his general spent their retirement simply keeping each other company and bickering from morning till night.