Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 135 Reincarnation (Please read this chapter carefully as there may be a warning!)

Mo Wunian patted his forehead in annoyance: he dared not think about anything more now, afraid that he would think of something suggestive again and fall asleep again.

He's had enough sleep and really doesn't want to sleep anymore.

He threw back the covers and quickly surveyed the space, realizing he couldn't use any of his abilities. It was clear that those who had imprisoned him were truly serious this time.

He sat on a chair to the side, with some food on the table. But it was of no use to him—he had no sense of taste and wasn't afraid of hunger.

The environment was great, the attitude was very proper, but the methods were extreme—they simply didn't want him to leave.

He rested his chin on his left hand, trying to clear his mind, but the next moment he felt a fluctuation in the surrounding space. He slightly raised his head and met those golden eyes.

"...Mo Wunian"

"Sit down, this is your place. How can the host not sit down?"

He calmly looked up at the wanderer before him, whose expression was unfocused and who clearly didn't know how to face him, and nodded slightly.

To be honest, he thought he would feel resentment or something similar upon seeing the other person. But to his surprise, the moment he actually saw them, he felt nothing at all.

The only thing present was a touch of melancholy and... acceptance.

After all, everything the other party did was just to keep him alive, whether it was confining him here or taking action within his frequency of consciousness, so that he would fall into a coma whenever he had the thought of dying...

All they wanted was for him to live.

Silently observing the person before him, who seemed somewhat at a loss, having taken a stool and sat down in front of him, unsure how to begin, Mo Wunian calmly offered him a cup of tea and took the initiative to speak.

"Just tell me what's wrong, I know everything."

"After all, there are no more than three people who can trap me."

"..."

The wanderer paused, a flicker of fear and unease unexpectedly flashing in his golden eyes as he looked at the calm demeanor of the person before him. He remained silent for a long time before finally speaking.

"……sorry"

"But I can't think of any other way, so I guess you'll have to stay here."

"..."

"There's no need for these words. I just want to ask one question..."

Why would you choose to do this?

Mo Wunian stared at the other person, confirming from head to toe that the person in front of him was indeed the one he knew, before raising his own doubts:

After all, he was certain that after his death, the world he created would no longer experience cries of agony, nor would anyone leave because of those natural disasters, and this goal should correspond to the main storyline of this game—

That is, the goal that wanderers have always had.

In other words, the wanderer abandons their memories, choosing to roam the world alone, striving tirelessly to find a way to achieve their ultimate goal.

All that's needed is to sacrifice him, someone from outside the world, someone who shouldn't exist in this world, someone who came only to save it...

The principle of sacrificing one person to save millions has existed for a long time.

"...No one should die for no reason, even if the reason you came into this world was to sacrifice yourself for it..."

That shouldn't be done either.

"But if only I am sacrificed, all those who perished because of their cries can return to this world..."

"This deal is a win-win situation no matter how you look at it."

"Chao, you can't possibly not understand this principle."

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately refuted the other party. Based on his understanding of that person, it was impossible for them to refuse such a favorable deal…

That leaves only one possibility: something the other person did in the past that made them decide to gamble with the world, betting that they too could survive.

But the price is too high. Success would be a cause for celebration, but failure... would mean too many people would perish because of me.

The wanderer gripped his teacup tightly, shifting his gaze to the side, his brow furrowed as if he were enduring something with great difficulty. Mo Wunian wasn't in a hurry; he simply watched the other man, wanting to hear what reason he would give.

But what the other person said made him fall into deep thought.

"...If sacrificing myself could end your suffering, and also put an end to the world's lamentations..."

Would you choose to give up on me?

"..."

The wanderer lowered his eyes, but then looked up at Mo Wunian, his golden pupils filled with unprecedented certainty, as if he already knew what Mo Wunian had done.

"I……"

"..."

Stumped by the question, I pondered for a long time, unsure how to respond. I gritted my teeth, struggling to change the subject, but all I heard was a soft chuckle.

The wanderer shook his head with a bitter smile, his eyes slightly red, as if remembering something, and answered the question for him with a choked voice.

No, you won't.

"You answered this question for me a long time ago."

"You'd rather completely give up on yourself... you'd rather completely abandon your identity as a human being..."

"Even while suffering immense torment, I still searched for another way to survive..."

"They won't give up on me either."

"Three hundred and eighteen cycles, tens of thousands of observations..."

"How can you expect us to give you up? How can we live in peace with a future bought with the sacrifices of countless others like you?!"

"Salvation means that no one needs to be saved... but you..."

"I can no longer be called a human being... haven't I?"

"..."

He interrupted the other person, and Mo Wunian sighed:

Okay, what the wanderer said were indeed things he would do, but that's not a reason for these people to confine him here and prevent him from finding a place to die!

He tapped the table, causing the water in his teacup to ripple slightly. He coldly observed the wanderer and expressed his opinion.

"After I'm gone, no one will remember me."

"You won't live your lives with a sense of indebtedness."

"And from my perspective... I didn't die, but rather remained completely in this world."

"However, it still exists as a human being, from His perspective..."

"Every blade of grass and every tree bears my image."

"There won't be any other way, so this is the best way."

"..."

The room fell silent again. A chair moved slightly, and I looked up at the wanderer who was getting up to leave. I didn't try to stop him; I simply turned away, not intending to look at him again.

"...Mo Wunian, we can't accept this."

"At least as far back as I can remember... I can't accept it."

"..."

The space rippled once more. Silently turning her head to watch the other person's departing figure, she wiped her eyes: there were traces of water. After a long silence, she opened her lips...

"...You're an idiot too."

…………

And in the time that followed, he wasn't actually too bored.

This space is only for him; other people sometimes visit his space to chat.

Sometimes it's Changli, sometimes it's Jinxi, and even the guardians of the shore will come out of the space to talk to him.

But the only thing that made him slightly unhappy was that everyone was so careful when talking to him, even constantly checking his expression to see if they needed to change the subject.

Sometimes he felt he hadn't done anything wrong, but the person sitting across from him would suddenly stop talking and say sorry.

It left him speechless; just trying to stop this behavior took up most of our conversation.

Is he psychologically fragile? That's completely impossible! Otherwise, he would probably be crying and making a scene on the ground by now, right?

Mo Wunian: Sigh :-(

……

"...Hmm? Ji Yan? It was you who came today?"

"It's been a long time since we last saw each other, hasn't it? Come, sit down, don't tire yourself out."

Sitting in the chair, flipping through a magazine, he was already quite familiar with the spatial distortions. Putting the magazine down and looking up, he immediately recognized the person who had come this time from the long, blue hair.

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but he quickly recovered, put down his book, and gestured for the other person to sit down.

Seeing Ji Yan, who was noticeably more mature than when they parted, Mo Wunian was momentarily stunned. But as if realizing something, he quickly stopped paying attention and quietly gazed at the person before him, inquiring about his current situation.

"How were things on your end while I was away? Did anything special happen?"

"how are things?"

Ji Yan was somewhat surprised to see the terrifyingly normal Mo Wunian before him. He couldn't utter the words he had intended to say, and stiffly accepted the teacup offered to him, nodding in agreement.

"...Everything is fine in Jinzhou right now. After Mingshi disappeared, the lingering disturbances on the border have also decreased significantly."

"The Wanderer... has already gone to Lina Xita... because the resurgence of the Jinzhou Mingshi has affected other Mingshi, and he may have to go to other states later..."

Don't worry, we have nothing to worry about.

"...You didn't say much, considering it's been so long since we last met..."

"It must have been almost a year, right?"

"...!"

Ji Yan's hand trembled as he held the teacup, nearly spilling the water. He looked up in shock and met the other's expectant eyes.

"I sensed a long time ago that the flow of time in my space is different from the flow of time outside yours."

"And out of all these people... you're the only one who's honestly showing me that you're growing up."

Looking at Ji Yan, whose face was noticeably more mature, and then at the boy's increasingly long hair, Mo Wunian nodded, inwardly marveling that among all these people, this child was still the most honest.

Others would try to conceal their identities to some extent, just like when Jin Xi came to see him, he could feel the power of the Lord of the Year concealing her face.

The shore guards have always looked the same; they don't seem to grow up.

Changli would also conceal his own condition before coming over to chat and play chess with him.

"..."

"teacher……"

"You're still true to your nature; you haven't hidden it."

"Ji Yan, go and learn from Chang Li next time."

Having seen through the other person's thoughts, how could he not know what the other person's purpose was in coming?

It seems the wanderers have learned something and shared it with some people.

Moreover, the news was quite significant; even Ji Yan was drawn in.

Ji Yan realized his thoughts had been seen through, and with a touch of sadness, he lowered his eyes, lowered his voice, and struggled to speak.

"...Teacher, do you really have to use that method?"

"What if there are other options?"

I answered this question a long time ago.

"Sacrificing some to ensure the survival of the majority...this principle has been explained for a long time."