Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 134: Imprisoned Again

Having struggled to utter those words, Mo Wunian lowered his head, no longer looking at the person before him, nor asking any further questions.

He didn't want to know anything about the rest...

The silence between them was like frozen air, heavy and oppressive in the small space. Time seemed to lose its meaning at that moment. He didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly felt a warm liquid quietly fall into his palm.

He jerked his hand back, his pupils trembling violently, staring blankly at the horrifying blood on his palm. His gaze slowly moved upwards, landing on the other person's arm—

There, clearly, remained the finger marks he had left when he lost control, blood slowly seeping from the wounds. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he mechanically shook his head, as if trying to dispel this terrible reality, but his mouth had already begun to speak.

"...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

"I...I'm sorry"

I understand.

"And there's never been a need for you and me to say sorry."

"I told you there's no rush. You can get some sleep now and go when you're more at peace."

"...the final stretch of the journey, the last stretch of the journey on your way to see Him..."

"There can only be you, and I can only take you to that intersection."

Mo Wunian didn't say much, but calmly patted the wound on his hand to heal it. With a touch of sadness, he looked at the person in front of him who was emotionally distraught and silently hugged them.

Nestled in that person's arms, he felt he shouldn't cry anymore, or rather, he had no right to cry.

But at this moment, he seemed to have found an outlet, a secluded corner where he could shed tears, a place seemingly prepared just for him, where he could let his suppressed emotional tears flow freely.

He slumped in her arms, like a rag doll drained of all its strength. His shoulders trembled slightly, and suppressed sobs escaped his throat, but he couldn't stop them. Tears silently slid down his cheeks, soaking his clothes drop by drop.

The once resolute gaze was now empty and lifeless, bearing the weight of unspeakable pain. His hand rested limply on the back of the person beside him, his knuckles so pale they were almost transparent.

In this moment of peace, he could finally shed his pretense, letting his long-suppressed grievances and despair flow out with his tears. The person holding him simply stroked his disheveled hair, offering this brief moment of solace.

"……Thanks"

"But... let's end all of this sooner rather than later."

"Being able to cry one last time... I think that's already a great feeling."

Gradually regaining her senses, she noticed the other person's clothes were soaked with her tears. She hurriedly reached out to wipe away her own tears, took a few steps back, squinted her eyes, and nodded gratefully to the person before her with a slight smile.

Mo Wunian, however, didn't seem to care much. Listening to the other person's words, and glancing at Mo Wunian, whose eyes were still red, he tilted his head.

"Are you sure? After all, I need to return your powers to you before you embark on that journey."

"Could you... spend more time with me?"

"..."

When Mo Wunian uttered the last sentence, his voice visibly weakened. He turned his head to the side, crossed his arms, but his gaze still cautiously met Mo Wunian's.

"..."

"Just kidding, you can recognize me..."

"I'm already very happy."

Mo Wunian accepted what he had said and didn't insist on anything further, but the bitterness hidden in his smile was a taste that ordinary people couldn't discern.

After repeatedly glancing up to confirm that there was no room for negotiation in the other person's expression, Mo Wunian nodded stiffly, then stood up and turned to walk towards the other door.

"Do you remember that room you saw last time you came here? I didn't let you see what was reflected in the water then..."

That's because what's hidden beneath the surface are your own stored memories—containing all sorts of emotions you had at the time.

"After you left, you entrusted all of this to me, asking me to use your memories to guide you back to that path."

"...So, am I supposed to remember those things now?"

Following behind the other person, watching them push open the door, and understanding what they meant, asking a question, only to receive a refusal.

"No, I won't let you think about those things unless it's absolutely necessary."

"And to be precise, it's not about remembering those things—it's more like forcibly stuffing another person's memories into your brain."

"Because those memories have been erased; these are just backups you've stored."

Simply put, you are now a reincarnation, and these memories are left behind by your previous life.

Mo Wunian shook his head, then pushed open the door and followed the other person inside. The room was much more organized now than when he first arrived, with the silk threads neatly arranged.

Some cables were tossed aside in a corner and ruthlessly forgotten; some were simply left on the floor, at least somewhat tidy; but some cables were neatly stored away, clearly well-preserved by the person who organized them.

These phenomena reveal that these lines hold different meanings in that person's mind.

Looking at the room, which was reasonably tidied up, with mixed feelings, she glanced back at Mo Wunian, who seemed lost in thought. She was about to say something when she saw a panel appear in front of him:

It was his useless system.

"...?"

"Don't worry about it, I just need to bring up its panel to use it."

"I'm still shielding it from its own consciousness, since the world's consciousness isn't really happy about me bringing the system in."

"So the system's existence is also because of you..."

Mo Wunian kept searching on the panel, and upon hearing the somewhat sorrowful words in Mo Wunian's voice, he hurriedly explained.

"You can't say that. Back then, it was unrealistic for me to bring in a system."

"To be precise, it was its own desire that allowed me to guide it in."

"...It's like the world's consciousness tricked you."

"..."

"How come things are getting worse the more we talk about it?"

After trying to explain himself, Mo Wunian realized he was making things worse. Finally, he sighed, slapped his forehead in exasperation, and decided to continue searching through his system space.

After searching for a while, he finally found what he was looking for.

"...Finally found it, let's change this..."

"Ding—The review process has been unlocked to—"

"317 questions... One remaining question is temporarily unavailable..."

"The reward has been automatically used to cleanse the body of any remaining chaotic energy."

"Personnel identified...confirmed"

Welcome back, savior of the world.

As a series of mechanical sounds rang out around him, Mo Wunian suddenly looked down and saw ripples spreading across the transparent ground beneath his feet. Then, he felt his footing give way and he sank into the ground.

Should he be afraid? He doesn't know.

I've experienced this scenario countless times, and fear and dread are useless; it's better to face it calmly.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt the water around him violently tremble. A familiar figure appeared, reaching out without hesitation to grab him tightly and pull him to the surface. Those eyes gazed at him quietly and deeply, as if trying to see into his very soul.

The instant he left the water, he saw the man carefully take a thread from his pocket, glance at him one last time, then release him and forcefully rip the thread off.

The world around him suddenly lost its stable outline, and light and shadow scattered like a flock of startled butterflies. Countless streams of light intertwined and swirled around him, as if trying to pull his body into this chaotic vortex.

As space twisted violently one last time, everything around him was engulfed in a blinding white light, so intense it was almost impossible to look directly at him. In that instant, his sense of direction and time was ripped away—

Reject me, then reclaim your rightful power.

This was the first thing he heard when he regained consciousness.

He opened his eyes, somewhat dazed. The scene around him felt both unfamiliar and strangely familiar. Before he could even process what was happening, he saw the person who had been in the water with him not long ago standing in front of him, his eyes filled with anger and...

The countless sorrows

"...Mo Wunian, you lied to me."

"You promised you wouldn't leave me alone... why..."

Is this world really that worth it?!

"Why... why... why did you only need to let him suffer for you when I put him in..."

"You can live on... and you won't have to... and you won't have to keep modifying your soul..."

"Let's just ignore them, okay?"

"I will use this power... to rewrite a story that only involves us."

Staring blankly at the person before him, whose emotions were in turmoil, bordering on mania, the other person gripped his hand tightly, refusing to let go, as if nothing else mattered if he didn't agree.

He struggled to speak, trying to calm the other person down, but found himself too weak to even utter a word, and turned his gaze away. In the distance, the faint golden light flickered intermittently, as if expressing its own inner shock.

Don't worry about me right now; he's trying everything he can to save you after you abandoned him.

This point in time is a short period before you begin erasing your memories.

[Before you left, you gave him half of your power; the seal was supposed to disappear when you vanished.]

As a result, I joined forces with the wanderers back then, which led to the current situation.

【Grab that sword】

The explanations kept ringing in his ears, and Mo Wunian realized something. He looked down at the extremely aggrieved person in front of him, but in the end...

But they simply hugged each other silently.

"I'm sorry... and thank you for your hard work."

"I……"

"Give it back to me, and I'll end all of this."

"..."

The person in front of him seemed to be wavering; he could sense a change in the other person's frequency—it must be the person he knew taking over the conversation.

He noticed that the sword the other person had been holding was gradually loosening its grip, and it was slowly moving from behind him to in front, getting closer and closer...

【Now! Take back that sword!】

Without hesitation, he swiftly reached for the sword hilt, pulling it from his opponent's hand with a single effort. But before he could take the next step, he felt another abrupt frequency suddenly appear.

Before I could even turn my head, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and immediately lost consciousness.

In the end, he only felt himself falling into someone's arms, seeing the sword vanish on the spot, and hearing another person's final, regretful voice...

"How could I forget about you?!"

"I overlooked this step in all my calculations... I really don't want to use that plan..."

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"...How long have I been asleep?"

"If we don't count the time when the host was away... he should have slept for a day or two."

"...How did I sleep for so long? Even if I was knocked unconscious at the end, I shouldn't have slept for this long, right?"

Opening his eyes, he could feel the oppressive space around him, but this time there were no strange or unusual occurrences.

It simply locked him in this space, preventing him from leaving.

He had only asked the question jokingly, but he didn't expect the system to actually respond.

"Of course the host couldn't have slept that long, because it's your subconscious forcing you to fall asleep."

"..."

"Didn't the host go through a period of excessive sleepiness before?"

"At the time, I didn't know what was going on, but when the chosen one attacked you, I realized that something was wrong with the host frequency..."

It's an implication.

"?"

Seeing its host lying unresponsive on the bed, the system assumed the other party hadn't understood what it was trying to say, and continued to explain.

"The host's subconscious has already been tampered with."

"The reason it wasn't discovered before is probably because the hood was always pulling it down."

"But recently, for some reason, the other party lost control, and this implication just came out."

Simply put, if the host wants to die, their brain will force them to shut down and go to sleep.

"Normally I just feel a little sleepy, so it doesn't affect anything..."

"Hey, host, why are you asleep again?"

He closed his eyes and lay on the bed, not wanting to hear any more of what the other person was saying. It wasn't that he hadn't understood what they were saying at first; he had just been pretending not to care.

But this system has incredibly low emotional intelligence; it just blurted it out to him directly...

How could he possibly meet the wanderers?

I closed my eyes, temporarily ignoring my suicidal thoughts, and began to analyze the current situation:

His attempt to reclaim his powers was interrupted by the Wanderers, and he is now under house arrest here. Even the slightest thought of suicide will result in a forced shutdown.

That person is now missing... and I don't know where I lost my sword... not to mention that the wanderer himself took action this time, so the chances of getting out are even slimmer.

But what he didn't understand was...

He could have created the greatest value simply by dying like this, so why wouldn't those people let him go?

He just needs to die; then he certainly won't leave them with any painful memories...

Why can't they accept this happy ending where everyone is happy?

……

He doesn't understand.