Chapter 355: The Main Character
Master As’ words echoed in Zeno’s head while he tried to continue with this scene.
The old man who lived like a bear said that he was a good actor not because he was genuinely good, but because he had lived too many lives with the emotions he needed.
He knew that was true.
He had experienced most things known to man. Love, betrayal, loneliness, death. But as time passed, as his walls rose higher and his eyes grew duller, it had become harder and harder to feel them. And naturally, to show them.
He was imitating emotion now more than feeling it. And despite his supposed talent and the awards, he knew deep inside that he still wasn’t a complete actor.
However, standing at the cliff’s edge, knees in the dirt, blood on his face, surrounded by eyes full of pity and disgust, he felt like he was in the shoes of Desperate #25 himself.
The seventh circle had narrowed. Soil eroded more and more with each breath. Just one more had to die. And all eyes were on him.
But he wasn’t going down quietly.
He wasn’t going down sane.
#25’s body jerked up, twitching like a puppet cut from its strings. His eyes were wild, his mouth twisted into a broken grin. He staggered forward like an animal, back hunched, limbs slightly dragging, breathing like he had just crawled from hell itself.
"You chose me because you’re disgusted by my past," he said, voice trembling with weakness. "The ugliest past. The one who deserves to die, right?"
The other five remained still. The air crackled with tension.