met free Chapter 70 Obsession
Chapter 70 Obsession
"teacher……"
Seeing Ji Yan rushing towards him, he was somewhat puzzled as to why the other wasn't in the medical department treating the wounded, but he still stopped and looked at him.
Contraindicated for inflammation? Shouldn't you be in the medical department right now?
"Ji Yan, you've failed in your duty again."
The moment those words were uttered, a palpable silence seemed to freeze in the air. Looking at the other person's stunned, frozen expression, his own heart skipped a beat; he simply couldn't understand why he had said those words.
That's not what I meant! I just wanted to ask if you had something important to tell me?
"Unless it's something urgent... it's best if you don't come to me too often."
"The current situation doesn't allow anyone to do anything else."
Those three sentences struck like a hammer blow, silencing the room completely. Looking down at the complex expression of shock and hurt in the other person's eyes, a sharp pain shot through my heart, an unbearable agony.
"...I'm so sorry."
"I apologize for disturbing you... but..."
"Wait? Teacher, what happened to your left hand?"
Ji Yan silently clenched the hem of his clothes. After expressing his apology, he looked into the other person's extremely calm eyes, and the words he wanted to say instantly stuck in his throat.
I had a very bad feeling: if I told him exactly what I wanted to say...
That person's reply would make it impossible for him to ever look them in the eye again.
But he still refused to give up, struggling to speak, trying to say something more. However, at that moment, a pungent smell of blood suddenly filled his nostrils, and he frowned involuntarily. Looking down in the dim light, he was horrified to find that the other person's left hand was stained with bright red blood.
"...Ji Yan, don't come looking for me during this time."
"I need to calm down..."
"But teacher, you...!"
"Go! Stop talking!"
Gazing at the slightly trembling figure before him, Ji Yan cautiously took a step forward, attempting to approach. However, in that instant, he keenly caught a fleeting glint of white light in the other's left eye—
It seemed as if the clock had turned a full circle, though it was mostly obscured by mist.
"This is pointless..."
"hiss--"
He gasped, the stench of blood intensifying in the air. After a brief pause, he turned and left without looking back, appearing weak and disheveled, leaving Ji Yan standing there speechless.
"..."
She rushed back to her room almost as if fleeing for her life. Suppressing the turmoil within her, she trembled as she locked the door with her right hand. When her last ounce of strength was exhausted with a click, she finally collapsed helplessly to the floor.
Under the moonlight, he struggled to raise his left hand; that subtle movement seemed to bear an immense weight.
His left palm was a mangled mess of flesh and blood, blood dripping softly from his fingertips onto the ground. In the silence, the small piece of the blade embedded deep in his palm looked particularly gruesome.
His other hand was trembling slightly, but he still extended his right hand in the end—
As the sound of something being pulled out rang out, the room fell silent once more.
Even so...
"Are we about to lose control too?"
He forcibly suppressed his body's subconscious reaction; the sharp pain made his mind clearer than ever before, but the more he did so, the more uneasy he became.
"Host, this is a disconnect."
"When reason and body are separated, your body will no longer act based on thoughts considered by your brain."
He will solve your problems in the simplest and most direct way possible.
"At first, you'll feel your mind is confused, you'll know that your actions are wrong, and you might even be able to control them to some extent..."
"But as time goes on, your consciousness will gradually become clearer... while your body will give up those thoughts due to prolonged fatigue."
"That's why you started losing control of your body..."
"At this stage, your behavior, the words you say... will change from what you think."
"Just like... just now"
He remained silent for a long time, listening to the system's explanation, and suddenly he didn't know how to face the people he cared about.
This is a very bad situation; the pain has even reached a point where it's almost unbearable.
"...Try to minimize contact with people."
"At least...until I can control myself."
But given the current situation... is it still possible?
The tense battle situation, the defensive line that must be held at all costs, the support that is nowhere in sight... If he chooses to step back and stay behind the scenes, what will happen to the others?
He clutched his head, realizing this, and felt something increasingly out of control. After all, even his intended words were being forcibly distorted into something else entirely…
What about the rest? What will I do next?
He didn't believe in himself, even though the system kept telling him that his instinct was to save others, and even now he hadn't done anything outrageous.
But just the phrase "the most convenient and quickest way" was enough to make him lose confidence in himself.
Within what scope does this definition fall? What would be considered the most convenient and quickest way?
Ha, just look at what he said to Ji Yan just now.
He simply wanted to persuade that person to look away from him and focus on others.
But the idiot's instinctive words made me so angry I wanted to slap him a few times!
How could you use such sharp and mean words that would make anyone hate you to treat that person like that!
I almost said something even more outrageous.
If he hadn't plunged the blade into his own palm, allowing the pain to overwhelm his brain and regain some control of his body, he would have stumbled away...
He was almost certain that what he was about to say would send their relationship plummeting to its lowest point.
At least it will definitely hurt that person.
"System, is there any other way for me to control myself?"
"Any method is fine, as long as it doesn't hurt anyone..."
"I can do all of that!"
"Host, there's no other way."
"That kind of pain is almost ineffective for you now."
"It will only get worse over time..."
"As long as it gets more serious, that's fine?"
"...?"
Seeing its host suddenly realize something, tilt its head, and then without hesitation pick up the razor blade it had just pulled from its hand, it slashed a bloody gash across its left arm.
Seeing the numerous wounds already on the opponent's hands, and then looking at the freshly inflicted wounds, the system emitted a sharp, explosive sound.
"Aaaaaaah! My God, what are you doing?!"
"Don't you want to die fast enough?!"
"That's not what I meant! You're only making things worse by doing that!"
"Then tell me what to do! I feel like I'm losing control of myself again!"
Looking at Mo Wunian, who was squatting on the ground analyzing intelligence with a blank expression, but was actually on the verge of a breakdown, the system felt utterly powerless.
No, what kind of situation could cause this kind of instinct?! Even in this state, they're still analyzing intelligence!
"……well"
"There's a method that can't really be called a method."
"The body's instincts are driven by inner convictions."
"You can try to gradually shrink your inner obsession into a small goal... that way it won't affect other people too much."
"I just don't know what the host's obsession is..."
After all, the instinct is to save others... The system, this mechanical brain, really can't analyze what kind of obsession would cause such a consequence.
"My deepest obsession...?"
He became slightly distracted, and even unconsciously put down the intelligence he was holding:
Right? What did he originally want to do when he came into this world?
Is it to become stronger and dominate the world? Or is it simply to survive?
Or...
[To lead everyone to a world without cries of sorrow]
I don't want to leave anyone behind.
At that moment, it was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his mind; a sudden, sharp pain shot through his left eye, causing him to shudder involuntarily. The intelligence report he had been clutching slipped from his hand and scattered on the floor. With difficulty, he raised his head, his gaze piercing through the thick fog to the deep night sky outside the window—
Gazing out the window, I saw in the reflection of my left eye that the clock hand had subtly reversed direction, shimmering with a faint white light.
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I can't quite hear it, but it seems to have a deep connection to me...
So what exactly is his obsession?
Why wouldn't he know?
Is it because... he forgot something very important?
【【ink】】
Although I've never really wanted to be a riddle solver.
But unfortunately, I can't tell you the truth right now, otherwise... you might really go crazy.
We will meet again in the future, after we have vanished.
So now...
【In the reversed time, experience those things you've always longed for】
Even if you can no longer speak.
He opened his eyes and saw the clock running backwards.
The other clock that wasn't buried by the mist...
Unfortunately, it was fleeting. In the instant that white light vanished, he felt as if he had lost something, a void forming within him.
He fell into the sea, watching the sky recede further and further away. As he instinctively tried to struggle and swim back up, he only saw a sliver of light appear behind him.
The deeper he went, the more light flashed behind him.
The higher into the air
"..."
He closed his eyes, gave up on himself, and let himself sink—
(The transaction is complete)
(You can choose to go back or stay.)
(Or perhaps...)
(Let true death free you)
【…】
Fragmented memories flooded his mind like a tide. In that sacred white space, a hooded figure knelt on the ground, silently gazing at the man whose eyes were already closed.
Watching this scene, an indescribable sorrow welled up in his heart. He wanted to reach out, but there was nothing he could do.
He will never wake up again.
Who will never wake up again?
So... even someone like him can die.
[The hope of salvation... the lament of annihilation...]
【Same roots, same origin, interdependent and mutually supportive】
The person ignored the words appearing in the void, and simply embraced the dead man tightly, holding him close.
He heard the sound of rain falling.
Is it really over?
(it's over)
(You've done your best)
(In the ever-branching story, you have already grasped the best thread amidst the interwoven light and shadow)
【…】
[Ended my foot!!!]
I've walked through this world time and time again... betting everything I have on it...
[And then you tell me... the ending I wanted was just a pipe dream...]
How can you expect me to accept this?!
(You will accept it)
(Just like you accepted all of that before)
The person tilted their head back, exposing their neck.
Have you forgotten?
This transaction is two-way.
(What are you going to do?)
The space suddenly trembled, rippling outwards, as if even the air itself was shaking. A longsword shot out from the void, accompanied by a mournful cry, piercing straight through the opponent's neck—
One sword to the throat
The clock reflected in those white pupils began to reverse.
How could he stay here...?
How could someone like him possibly remain at the end of time...?
[Stop at the time I should have disappeared]
[Someone like him]
We should...
Let's step into a new world together.
Crimson hues stained the space, and everything around began to crumble and rebuild. The writing seemed to be trying to stop it all, but vanished the moment it touched that person.
He watched as the man fell into the sea, sinking deeper and deeper into darkness just like him.
I won't regret it.
No matter how many times it happens, even if this world is a scam...
I will also lead you from the sea to the sky.
Witnessing the Dawn of a New World
Everything fell silent. He followed the black silk thread back to the past, but the white light constantly guided him in another direction.
You can't stop me now.
[World Consciousness]
He heard it, countless voices of his own.
[Let's just survive first... I didn't have any cheats... I almost died at the very beginning...]
"...It's my fault...If it weren't for me...he wouldn't have died..."
At least... we should save him...
...I think I've messed everything up again...
They shouldn't be here... What can I do...?
Let me escape... Please don't come back...
I am the source of this tragedy...
Let me die!!!
Countless hoarse voices rose up, pleading for death.
No one responded.
Before the deal was finalized—
Death is just a luxury.
The last voice echoed in my heart, utterly calm and utterly undisturbed.
This obsession permeated everything, drowned out all other voices, and barged straight into his world.
[Saved everyone]
Let yourself off the hook!
He felt as if he were being torn apart, utterly lost in a blur.
Whose advice should we listen to?
But the next moment, a flash of cold light cleaved everything in two. All sound was blocked, and he could only see the white figure floating in the air before him.
Make the most of the present moment.
The destined moment has not yet arrived.
"..."
Yes, now all he needs to do is end this war.
The rest...we'll talk about the rest when they arrive.
Too tired
I'm really exhausted.
After all, we've done so much for them...
I'm really annoyed by this.
At the last moment, he saw those familiar eyes again.