Fake Drama God

When Lin Mo read the forbidden line in the dilapidated theater, he thought the worst that could happen was another failed audition. It wasn't until the entire theater audience suddenly knelt down and shouted "Welcome the return of the theater god" that he realized that things were far more absurd than he had imagined. Overnight, every corner of this theater capital began to perform his "miracles" - the beggar on the street corner suddenly recited Shakespeare, the latte art in the coffee cup automatically formed his profile, and even the entire street turned into a stage set where he once performed. But Lin Mo knew a fatal secret: he was not a drama god at all. The real god is sneering in the dark, turning each living person into a "character" who pursues him - the vengeful Hamlet, the crazy King Lear, the paranoid Lady Macbeth... Even scarier, he begins to discover that the city itself is a never-ending tragedy. Those "believers" who worship him are all puppets trapped in a fixed plot. The only thing that can break this curse is the tattered script filled with alterations in the hands of the impostor. "Since you insist on a drama god..." Lin Mo stood at the top of the city and tore the fake oracle in his hands into pieces, "Then I will show you what a real curtain call is."