I'm Not a Simp God

【I Am Not the God of Theater fanfiction + original protagonist group + comedy + no power fantasy + not invincible + saintly heroine + indecisive about killing】 Before dusk falls, the world needs a clown. So Wu Bufan became that clown. When the dark red star of the God of Theater's Path flickered for him for the hundredth time, Wu Bufan finally understood his divine path: Perform every tragedy well. He played the devoted simp, the tragic hero, the wise man who had everything planned out. People mocked him, depended on him, and finally knelt to call him a saint. Only the star above knew that every round of applause was a “tragic turning point” marked in the script. On the day the Aurora Domain erected a monument to him, he was closing Ruoshui-Jun's eyes with his own hands. On the night the Mortal Realm praised his sacrifice, he was laying Aurora-Jun to rest in the freezing winds of the Forbidden Sea. The Nine Lords would eventually perish, and the world would eventually restart. Whether his efforts to stop it all were real or an act was something only he knew. Amid the ruins of the war between the domains, he completed the proof of his divine path. When he finally ascended the divine throne, all he heard was a demon's wild laughter: “You don't really think those promises to ‘be reborn and make up for your regrets’... are true, do you?” “I will die to the sound of a circus gong, and take my final bow to a chorus of boos.” This is the maxim of the Clown path of the God of Theater, and the prophecy of Wu Bufan's life. He performed ninety-nine absurd tragedies. At last, the hundredth was his own. And his only audience was the dark red star above, forever silent.