Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 39 Today's Defenses Are Broken

He—Mo Wunian

A model young man of the 21st century, a typical time traveler, a lackey of the emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty, and someone who always manages to deceive himself with all sorts of riddles...

First of all, he was very grateful that he had traveled through time, had the opportunity to meet a group of like-minded friends, and had a brand new life.

Right now, he is experiencing the first major battle of his life—a battle that should have been incredibly exciting.

Bearing the expectations of his comrades, he defeated Narushiki, protected Imasu, and became a revered hero...

This is how the story should unfold normally.

But the current situation is beyond his expectations.

He could sense that 99% of the reason for the first "battle" was due to himself, and the remaining 1% was due to his attitude.

After finally managing to forcibly correct the original plot, I thought I could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

but……

My first time being confessed to arrived so beautifully.

First, he must admit that this was the first time he had ever been confessed to, so it's understandable that he felt surprised.

After all, as a former office worker, I spent every day either at work or on my way to work.

If not, then it must be that you stayed late to work overtime.

But here comes the crucial point:

He doesn't want to be confessed to by a guy! Especially not by his best friend!

He had no idea how the other party could have taken a liking to him. He had no strength, no family background, no wealth, and besides a barely passable face… how could he possibly have caught the eye of such a great general?

He really wanted to slap himself a few times to see if he was dreaming, but the pain from the bite was still throbbing from time to time, making it pointless to do so.

Everything went black, and I couldn't see the future.

My head was buzzing, like I'd been hit hard with a club, and I could barely stand.

Now I really can't look the other person in the eye anymore.

He's wasting their time! He deserves to die!

What exactly did the other person see in him? Can't he just change?

Last time, you made up an excuse that the other person was an obsession you had after losing them for three years. What about this time?

I can't find a single one.

Bro, don't kick me!

"...I'm sorry, I'm deaf."

"I didn't hear what you just said... and don't repeat it, I don't think it's necessary."

Geshulin: ...

He closed his eyes tightly, opened his arms wide, feeling as if the heavens were against him, and dared not look at the person in front of him again.

I've never felt so bleak before—make him crow! Right now!

That's probably all there is to life.

"Mo Wunian..."

"Xiao Bai, take that back. We're still good brothers."

"I don't know what made you fall for me, but you must be starving."

He opened his eyes in grief and indignation, almost bursting into tears. Looking at the other person's exquisitely handsome face—he felt sorry for them!

With a face like that, what woman couldn't she have? Why would she go after a good-for-nothing like him who has nothing to offer!

Su Huiyu doesn't lie, but he'd rather God play tricks on him this time.

Furthermore, given the current situation, he dared not transform into his ethereal form, fearing that the other party's anger might interfere with the other two people fighting monsters within the space.

He could really feel the chill, cooler than ever before.

"Brother, it really isn't..."

"Isn't this something even a normal person would find hard to accept?"

"You have a rather discerning eye. You think I like all of these?"

"If all else fails, I'll go back and pick out some pretty girls for you to look at after everything's over?"

"Aesthetic standards need to be normalized..."

"Are you still thinking about other girls?"

After omitting countless crucial pieces of information, Ge Shulin's brain quickly picked up on other keywords, and his eyes instantly turned cold, filled with displeasure as he looked at him.

He slapped his forehead hard and shook his head helplessly. He felt that the other person was completely hopeless—who taught him to have such a clear focus?

This is definitely not his fault!

The thought of his other teammates fighting valiantly to protect Jinzhou, while he was in a relatively safe place "flirting" with his best buddy...

He really deserves to die!

"Xiaobai...you're kidding, right...how could you possibly like me?"

He repeatedly tried to convince himself, clutching his head and backing away: he truly didn't want to accept this reality. Although he didn't feel a strong aversion to it, he just couldn't accept it.

Someone like him shouldn't be held back.

The other person deserves a better future, instead of having everything pinned on him.

"...Mo Wunian"

"I'm not joking."

Ge Shulin tried to step forward and take the man's hand, but this time the man ruthlessly pulled away, and the next moment he saw the man's hand resting on the hilt of his sword—

The man intended to draw his sword at him, but stopped just as he grasped the hilt.

The person's eyes were already red, their gaze filled with struggle and helplessness, and they were trembling all over, unable to stop themselves from moving away from him.

"...Geshulin"

"I don't know why you fell for me, but you deserve someone better."

"I'm just a passerby in your life; you shouldn't have such an obsession with me."

Indeed, Mo Wunian admitted that for a fleeting moment he wanted to draw his sword and force the other person to leave, but the instant he grasped the hilt, many, many things came to mind.

Memories of him flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, and he seemed to return to that forest once more.

He was below, while the other man stood on higher ground, his black knife pointed directly at him.

Even after it was over and he knew the other person meant well, that scene was deeply etched in his mind, remaining a thorn in his side.

He didn't want that person to end up in the same situation as him before.

The drizzling rain outside gradually subsided, and he could feel the other person's frequency decreasing. This was probably a good thing, given the situation he didn't want to face at all.

But if I can dodge it this time... what about next time?

Has that real person's feelings for themselves gradually become distorted?

Otherwise, they wouldn't have bitten themselves right away and then tried to drag themselves back.

They definitely won't be as easy to talk to as that person now!

"……Oh"

"It's too late, Mo Wunian."

The person before him seemed to realize that parting was inevitable, and finally withdrew his hand. Only his expression grew even more somber, and the light deep within his eyes increasingly resembled the coldness and sickly demeanor of the person three years later.

"It's too late now..."

"You saved my life, and I'm no longer the general I once was..."

"Right now, all I want is for you to live and stay by my side."

I only want you to stay in his world forever.

No matter who you are or what kind of being you are, anyone who tries to take you away will face my wrath without mercy.

Seeing the other person's obsessive and fanatical state, he didn't know what to do. A rare, deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside him.

How could I have so unwittingly harmed someone?!

If he could do it all over again... well, it seems he'd still have to save the other person.

So, what exactly did they see in me that they liked?

This must not happen again... He's already at his breaking point.

Fighting each other and such... da me da me ah!

The sound of rain gradually subsided, and the other person's rhythm had reached its limit. He could only watch as the figure gradually became indistinct, but even so, it finally approached him, lowering its gaze to calmly look at him.

"...Stay away from Ji Yan and that guy called the Wanderer."

"I don't want our next meeting to be something I never want to see again in my life."

"I won't let go then."

The sky outside seemed to brighten a little, and the figure in front of him quickly turned into fragments and vanished. He tried to reach out and grab the other person, but only touched emptiness.

However, the other person's last words remained in his mind, causing a complex feeling to well up inside him.

"What does this mean..."

"Has it become so pathological that you're restricting my right to make friends?"

"What kind of innate yandere saintly body is this... "

Thankfully, he had specifically changed into a turtleneck sweater before coming, which completely covered the wound on his neck.

Otherwise, even if the other party sees him and explains that he is the future Geshu Lingan... the other party probably won't believe him.

Let's prevent bloodshed!

Seeing that this chaotic battle had finally passed, he was completely exhausted and collapsed to the ground, powerless. At that moment, he could sense that the frequency of the spatial battles inside was terrifying.

Going in in my current state would probably only make things worse.

Gasping for breath, his head tilted back weakly, he suddenly realized something. He snapped back to reality and immediately called upon the system.

"System? System!"

"are you still there?!"

"system……"

Under his relentless onslaught, the panel that usually responded so readily fell silent. This sudden silence quickly instilled a nameless panic within him. He hurriedly tried to sense his surroundings and soon detected another unfamiliar and faint frequency.

Hey hey~ Long time no see~

Are you looking for a small system?

Sorry, I've blocked it.

How about we have a chat?

That familiar, irritating voice... it's definitely that mysterious hooded man!

Here we go again?!

But at this moment, he could only sense a faint frequency, unable to pinpoint the other party's location. Even wanting to draw his sword, he couldn't find a target, and in the end, he could only suppress his anger and forcefully try to communicate with the other party.

"What do you want to talk about? Tell me now!"

"And you didn't do anything to the system, did you?!"

The annoying voice in my head responded dismissively, completely unconcerned.

It's fine; its code was just slightly modified to make it run for a while longer.

I must say, it's still as easy to deal with as ever... and I won't touch it anyway.

Although I didn't know if what the other person said was true or false, at least I received a response. I breathed a sigh of relief.

However, since he had decided to talk to the other party, he still needed to be cautious.

"What exactly do you want from me? To kill me like last time?"

"Or... do you know something?"

[You're so smart, as expected of you!]

[But I can't kill you now; the fastest way to achieve the ending has been ruled out.]

As for what I want... it's nothing more than my life.

Okay, so in the end, isn't it still about killing him? He's just like that world consciousness that issued a kill order against him.

But the other person's next words suddenly made him feel uneasy.

"...If there had been a better way, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths to harm you..."

Dude, do you find it fun being the riddle teller with those people? Do you think they're stupid?

"Hey bro, is being a riddle solver fun?"

"Is there money to be made or is there something good in it?"

Hearing what he said, the other party seemed to get a little anxious, and the connection frequency instantly increased.

[It's fun, but what's the point of having any benefits?]

I, Thomas, want you to know the truth more than anyone else!

If it weren't for those idiots constantly stopping me... I...

He started to get nervous as he realized he was about to hear the crucial part.

The whole truth was about to be revealed, but at this crucial moment, a familiar crackling sound rang in his mind, rapidly shaking his consciousness—

System, how did you manage to win the revival match at this crucial moment!

"Ding—Forced data tampering detected—"

"The 200th review has been passed—"

"Block the original world line—"

"Forced consciousness to traverse ***—"

[He ran out so fast... but it's impossible to teleport him to that time!]

He knew that the reason he had traveled through time might be related to that mysterious hooded man, but he never expected it to be so chaotic!

A searing pain exploded in his mind. He collapsed to his knees, powerless, feeling his consciousness crumbling. Space began to distort rapidly, gradually taking on the shape of code—a space a mixture of green and black—and he was a vivid red.

[My spellcasting was interrupted again... But since I can change the time, I have plenty of time...]

Listen up!

[When you realize *#**#*]

Having finally managed to spare a little attention to listen, it turned out the other person's words were being deliberately blocked out. The hooded man realized this as well, and his beautiful Chinese words flowed out, revealing that the other person had unsurprisingly broken down again.

To be honest, he broke down this time too.

I was confessed to out of nowhere, I was caught in a chaotic love triangle, and just when I was about to find out the truth, my spellcasting was forcibly interrupted...

What on earth is all of this?!

"A physical body has been automatically loaded for the host—"

"The timeline is disrupted... a turning point is approaching—"

"Forced transition - random locking -"

"Timeline confirmed – Turning point –"

"Nine years"

This time, the timeline here was sealed. One's consciousness was forcibly stripped away, but unexpectedly, they saw the sword follow them, transforming into frequency and heading towards that unknown space—

"Task target automatically bound - Ji Yan"

Sigh... I never expected it to be him...

[The beginning of it all...]

Do you truly realize that even a tiny butterfly like yourself can interfere with someone else's destiny...?

A helpless sigh rang out, seemingly both expected and unexpected by that person.