I Am Not The God Of Acting.

Summary

In a tense scene, a man in red, seemingly dead yet still moving, devours shattered soul beads containing countless struggling souls, shocking onlookers. As he consumes them, an eerie silence falls. The paper puppet master, initially relieved by the man's apparent death, soon realizes something is amiss when the figure begins to twist and inflate ominously. Suddenly, a terrifying red paper sun appears, unleashing deadly tentacles that pierce through guards. The paper puppet master and his allies scramble for safety, using a giant paper umbrella for protection while preparing to confront this new threat, feeling an unprecedented fear.

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