pjbooks Chapter 41 Avoid Fire?
Chapter 41 Avoid Fire?
The person lying on the bed was naturally Bei Wang, who had also been rescued from the battlefield along with Mo Wunian.
However, the other person's condition is definitely better than the one who is still unconscious in bed; they are already able to have simple conversations with the children around them.
"Alright, Ji Yan."
"I'm mostly fine now... it's just a pity I still lost this leg."
"In the end, I can only step down to the second line..."
Bei Wang didn't express much emotion, but simply shifted his gaze to his lower body: half of his left leg had been amputated.
But everyone could sense the other's disappointment—the war was too brutal, and if it weren't for a stroke of luck, he probably would have died there too.
"Brother Beiwang..."
"Ji Yan, there's no need to comfort me."
"I'm already pretty lucky to have survived..."
"By the way, I have another favor to ask you for."
Their gaze fell upon Ji Yan, who was squatting to the side, his long, dark hair swaying gently in the breeze. His slightly childish face was fixed on his companion—who could have imagined that this boy, barely ten years old, would one day become the general who led his troops to countless victories and conquered numerous battlefields?
Upon hearing this, Ji Yan quickly raised his head and nodded to indicate his agreement.
"...There should be a child named Mo Wunian in the next ward..."
He's probably only 16 years old this year. I'd like to ask you to take good care of him for me.
"The fact that we were able to hold the line and that I survived is largely thanks to the enemy..."
"Especially since I survived."
Upon hearing this request, Ji Yan blinked in surprise, searching his memory for the other person's name. Unsurprisingly, he quickly recalled it, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.
"...I know him."
"That was a miracle..."
At this point, Ji Yan simply lowered his head. A flicker of struggle and pain flashed in his eyes—as a healer, he had also judged at the time that the other person had almost no chance of survival.
The body was covered in wounds, its blood almost completely drained. Moreover, the negative effects of the monster still lingered like a haunting ghost around the broken form.
Having witnessed too many partings, whenever familiar scenes unfold again, the pain in my heart surges like a tidal wave, almost unbearable—
Even though everyone was advising him to give up treatment and let the other person pass away more easily... he refused!
If a doctor can just give up on a life right in front of them and choose to let that person leave... then how can they face the promise they made when they were studying medicine?
But at that moment, he witnessed a miracle: the man's fingers trembled slightly, and then, his smooth, mirror-like brow furrowed slightly—his once dormant heart had indeed begun to beat again with an extremely slow yet firm rhythm.
It started to throb little by little.
"You know him...that makes things much easier."
"This child's personality has always been a bit off... I've told you about it before."
Ji Yan nodded thoughtfully. He had seen the other person before; those dark pupils held no light, like those of a walking corpse.
Even without prolonged contact, one could sense the heavy aura of death emanating from that person, as if they were someone who should have died but had unexpectedly remained in the world.
"Brother Beiwang... then this..."
"I noticed he had changed on that battlefield."
"At the most critical moment, the other party's actions exceeded my expectations."
"I felt the other person's spirit return."
"Many pleasant surprises"
Bei Wang smiled. He still remembered how shocked he was the moment the other's sword descended from the sky, blocking the attack for him.
Looking back, the light seemed to show the boy finally finding his way home, having walked out of the gates of hell—and pulling himself out with him.
Hearing the other person's evaluation, Ji Yan was also a little lost in thought. He had very little contact with that person to begin with, and the few times they had met were all when the other person came here for treatment after being injured.
He could sense many emotions that should appear in normal people, but were absent in that person.
He didn't complain, grumble, get angry, or feel sad about his injury.
As if numb, waiting for something to end them.
He had tried to persuade the other person, but after he spoke, he did see a ripple in the other person's eyes; yet he only felt a surge of emotion in his heart—pain.
Pain caused by oneself
He never saw him again after that.
This is what it looks like when we meet again.
"...Brother Beiwang, the other party might not want to see me."
"How could anyone refuse such a lovely child like you?"
"That kid probably can't show his emotions, so just give it a try."
"Things have probably changed a lot now."
Ji Yan looked at Bei Wang's confident demeanor and didn't know what to say. He checked Bei Wang's wound again, and after changing it, he prepared to try it himself.
"Oh...right by the way."
"Given my condition, I probably won't be able to go to the front lines, and I'm afraid I won't be able to tell you those things anymore."
"...Haven't you always wanted to learn swordsmanship? I've never been very good at it, and I've been wanting to recommend this person to you for a while now."
"His swordsmanship is among the best in our area. Don't let his lifeless demeanor fool you; he secretly does a lot of things for us."
"The main issue was that I wasn't sure about his personality at the beginning... but now it seems like it should be okay."
"...But are you sure you're at the age to join the army?"
Just as Ji Yan finished packing his medical kit and was about to turn and leave, Bei Wang's words reached his ears. He paused, then slowly turned back, casting a reassuring glance at Bei Wang and nodding firmly.
"Um"
"I witnessed too many deaths during this battle."
"I always thought that all I needed to do was master medicine to save everyone around me..."
"But I was wrong. Every time, I could only watch helplessly as those people went to the battlefield again..."
"Many people were saved... but many still died..."
Some people can come back and reunite with their families, but others can never turn back.
"I think... the scalpel used to treat patients is just as effective as the heavy blade used to kill enemies on the battlefield."
"They are essentially the same."
"I want to save more people in another way."
Looking at the child who was no more than 10 years old before him, Bei Wang felt a pang of heartache, but also a sense of helplessness.
"...I know you're a bright child."
"But the battlefield is not a place for child's play."
"Once you're on the battlefield, there's no turning back."
"I know"
In the end, he could only watch as the other person pushed open the door and walked towards the next room. Bei Wang understood he couldn't persuade the other person anymore, so he slowly closed his eyes, lost in thought.
"...Mo Wunian"
"I don't know where I got the confidence to think that the other party would teach the Ji Yan Sword Technique..."
"He won first place effortlessly in the swordsmanship competition at the training camp..."
"He's also very good at judgment and strategy... If he weren't lacking that spark of talent, he probably would have become a captain by now..."
Bei Wang sighed with a hint of helplessness, pondering whether he should privately suggest to that person that he teach Ji Yan a lesson.
That person will do better than me.
A light shone in the boy's eyes, which had been clouded by gloom; he was certain of it.
"How did that child develop such a personality..."
"I don't really enjoy talking to people, so I don't even know if I'm considered a friend by this person..."
"It would be good to have Ji Yan try to persuade the other party."
After thinking about many things, Bei Wang slowly closed his eyes and began to rest, leaving behind only a few words.
"From now on, I'll really have to step down to the second line..."
"But being able to come back alive and see my parents again is already a very lucky thing..."
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"Host, are you awake?"
"We've detected that you should be fully conscious now..."
"Host……"
Just when I finally felt myself becoming a little more awake, I heard a mechanical voice constantly calling out to me.
Thankfully, he wasn't grumpy when he woke up; he was just a little speechless inside, but he still responded to the other person as soon as possible.
"Wake up, wake up, stop yelling."
"Just say what you want to say... and what's the situation now?"
"You have now traveled back nine years, and your identity is that of a member of the Night Return Army."
"The timing of your transmigration wasn't great, so the host will just have to start fighting monsters as soon as you arrive."
His mind was a little confused. He recognized each of the individual characters, but he couldn't understand them when they were put together.
"So, my current body isn't my own, but someone else's?!"
"No... how is this any different from possession?!"
"There is a difference, let me explain!"
Seeing its host becoming agitated and even struggling to get up, it quickly stopped the host from doing so to ensure the host's injuries wouldn't be aggravated.
"Sense? How do you want me to be sensible?"
"I've taken over someone else's body! Cough cough cough..."
So angry he almost vomited blood again, he suddenly realized that if he continued to be so agitated, he might die on the spot without even doing anything. He took a deep breath, trying his best to calm his turbulent emotions and forcibly suppress his agitated feelings.
"That's really not how it is... The host identity is something I fabricated... It's almost entirely based on the host's original timeline."
"This identity doesn't exist in the original game; it only exists because of the host."
"There's really no need to feel guilty..."
"The other person's personality was also completely customized by me based on the host's personality... There's no need to worry about any sense of incongruity..."
The other party hurriedly explained, and then his mind finally cleared up. He inhaled and exhaled, and after what seemed like an eternity, he slowly let out a sigh.
"...I've maintained this identity for over a decade...it's impossible that I haven't had any contact with anyone."
"Even if it was really customized according to my personality, the fact that I don't have my previous memories will give me away..."
"Why did this time I get a physical body after transmigrating? Didn't you say only the first time was free?!"
"I'm convinced..."
He was genuinely embarrassed to use someone else's body. The thought of transmigrating and erasing someone else's existence of over a decade, transforming him into another person, made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Didn't we pull some strings with headquarters last time... and give you a free opportunity..."
"I was originally planning to help you restore your physical body over there, but the situation was urgent—that hooded man forcibly changed the frequency!"
"In the end, we'll have no choice but to force you to stay here."
What a piece of trash! You're a system, yet you've been driven to this point by a mysterious man! It just goes to show you're truly a system bound to him, doesn't it?
"……well"
"Host, don't get too angry... Besides, if you hadn't come, the original consciousness would have died on the battlefield anyway."
"And... the person you saved by throwing your sword was also going to die."
"From the moment you were born, the destinies of many people began to change because of you."
[Regardless of whether it's good or bad]
The last voice was clearly not from the system, but it didn't seem to be from the hooded man either. My consciousness was a little hazy, but I couldn't tell what it was.
So who is it?
"System, was someone just speaking?"
"No, I didn't detect any other auras this time."
"Host, did you go crazy from fighting?!"
"Do you really want me to go crazy?!"
His previously heavy mood was instantly dispelled by the system before him. If he hadn't known that his current physical condition wasn't suitable for him to get angry, he would have already started cursing.
"It doesn't seem so yet, after all, the system is considering giving you all of the other person's memories later."
"This will also give you a general understanding of the current situation."
Hearing this almost caused him to break down again; his already chaotic mind became even more confused.
"You've stuffed someone else's memories from over a decade into my brain? Are you really not trying to make me stupid on purpose?"
"Or rather, do you want me to develop a split personality?"
"Huh~ The host lacks self-confidence."
"I've checked your condition several times, and although I don't know why, the memories of the past ten years or so seem to you like a movie."
"It will have absolutely no impact."
"...I also have some doubts, after all, if it were someone else, it would indeed be the situation the host described."
Despite the system's assurances, he still expressed skepticism.
It's not like he hasn't read those online novels; having over a decade's worth of memories implanted in someone drove him almost insane.
Do you really think he's some kind of main character?
"I have already compressed these memories into text format."
"It's already a very small load, why don't you really give it a try?"
"It's good to have some understanding of this identity."
It felt like he was being tricked again, but after careful consideration, he realized he did indeed need those memories. Judging from the other person's description of their identity, he should be a member of the Night Return Army.
But with his intelligence, he can't do anything right, and if he doesn't have his memories, it would be really difficult to handle.
"I never imagined I'd be treated this way..."
Xiao Bai really didn't lie to me back then.
It feels like the world is constantly cheating and ripping me off; he's like a brick, moved wherever he's needed.
"...You'd better not trick me, just transfer your memories over quickly."
"And why didn't you ask Ji Yan more questions back then..."
He's unexpectedly started missing others again; now he's truly isolated and helpless.
Ah!!! I miss Chao Ge, I miss Huo Huo, I miss Xiao...
Forget it, he dares not reminisce about that right now; he might get caught and run away if he happens to be caught.
"OK, memory transfer in progress—"
I initially thought my brain would ache a little, but instead, these memories played out in my mind like a movie, leaving me completely unmoved and numb.
They accepted these things so easily.
"...?"
Have I been scammed by online articles again?
After briefly reviewing his memories, he felt he could clearly separate this person's memories from his own.
I don't know where this ability came from.
"Mo Wunian... Mo Wunian..."
"These two names are quite a coincidence."
"But is this really my personality? Why does it seem a bit like a cold and gloomy man?"
"Could it be..."
Sensing something was wrong, my brain started racing, and finally, a sudden realization dawned on me, leading me to a conclusion:
"Do you think I'm that good at pretending?"
"So aloof!"
system:……
"By the way, what do I look like now? How different am I from before?"
"I would feel guilty if I wore a completely new face."
The system remained silent, speechless, but still kindly showed him his current appearance on the panel.
"...Why does it look so young?"
"Although they look almost exactly alike, there are so many younger ones..."
Looking at the appearance provided by the system, although it was obvious at a glance that it was him, the youthful face made him quite suspicious.
"...Host, did you really read the message carefully?"
I glanced at it, but didn't look at it closely.
"..."
Just as he was about to carefully sort through his memories again, he heard the door creak open.
He struggled to turn his head, and the small body and the familiar yet not entirely familiar face made him recognize the other person.
Huo Huo is still just a little kid?!