activa-t Chapter 133 The Truth
Chapter 133 The Truth
Mo Wunian didn't realize what the other person meant; at that moment, his gaze was entirely focused on the other person's eye.
He swallowed hard, a sudden surge of excitement coursing through him. He slowly raised his hand and touched his left eye.
He saw in the other person's eyes a clock that was reversing in the opposite direction, just as he saw in his own.
"...What exactly does my power include?"
"And what exactly was I capable of doing?"
Mo Wunian wiped his slightly reddened eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down before speaking.
"You've had everything you want before."
"When you made that deal with that old bastard, before you even knew the true nature of the deal..."
"That bastard (expletive) has already imposed all his abilities on you without considering your wishes."
"...So, isn't that a good thing?"
"Since I have all the abilities I want, I must be able to do quite a few things, right?"
Mo Wunian automatically ignored the other person's profanity, staring at the now agitated Mo Wunian with a look of confusion in his eyes:
The situation he saw in those fragments of memory was not like that at all.
Time and again, I helplessly try to save others, only to be trapped in the cycle of suffering once more.
But it seems that the further he goes... the more he can do, but the more difficult the things he has to do also become...
My mind cleared instantly, as if struck by lightning, and I trembled slightly, but the next moment someone patted my shoulder.
Looking up at Mo Wunian, who had an expression that said, "You finally understand," I felt completely awful.
"Do you finally understand?"
"You don't really think an ordinary person can accept the power of this world, do you?"
"It would be good if the soul of an ordinary person wasn't devoured by the consciousness of their original world when they leave their body."
Why do you think you can bear all the powers given to you by another world without being swallowed up by the consciousness of this world?
"..."
In silence, Mo Wunian felt a sharp pain in his head.
Even though he thought he was prepared to accept the truth, the moment he finally understood, he still instinctively resisted it all with almost unbelievable disbelief.
Because according to what that person told me...
He is no longer himself.
With a sharp "crack," the teacup shattered instantly in his hand, and scalding tea spilled from the broken rim, flowing down his palm.
He clutched the shards of glass tightly in his palm, slashing his hand fiercely, leaving gruesome cuts.
"……well"
"Do you want to continue listening?"
"After all, there's still some time, and you don't need to know too much about your past."
"Because the ultimate goal doesn't require you to know those things; it only requires your willingness."
Mo Wunian looked at Mo Wunian's momentarily dazed eyes, as if he had anticipated this scene, and simply lowered his eyes and sighed.
Then he slowly reached out and placed his hand on the other person's injured hand. In just a moment, everything around him was quickly restored.
The teacup, along with the one that had been crushed, returned to its original state.
"..."
"Go on, I want to die a conscious death."
"I'm really curious... how exactly did I manage to endure all that?"
"If you can still be a ghost, I think that's pretty good."
"If you insist on knowing this... then I'll start with the simplest explanation."
Mo Wunian didn't say much, nor did he offer any unnecessary comfort. He simply nodded, respecting the other person's choice.
He sat down at the computer and casually entered the password—his name—and the password that had initially made Mo Wunian's defenses crumble was instantly unlocked.
The computer wallpaper is a photo of the two of them together:
He sat quietly at his desk, his pen gripping tightly on the notebook, seemingly diligently recording something important.
However, the camera seemed to suddenly focus on him, but he ultimately seemed unable to resist giving in, a slight smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.
The person standing at the very front cheerfully made a "V" sign with their left hand, and then froze in the pose.
His hair was completely white, but the other person was in the prime of his youth.
"This wallpaper..."
"Oh, this! I bought a camera outside, but I didn't know what to photograph. I saw you writing in your diary, so I just snapped a picture."
"There are many more photos, but I really like this one of your smile."
"So you've used it as wallpaper? Do you want to see anything else?"
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Wunian instantly understood what he meant and continued the conversation.
He hovered the mouse over a folder, asking Mo Wunian for his opinion, but after considering it, Mo Wunian shook his head.
"No need, after all, I can't come back to that past, can I?"
"You are him"
"I'm different from him."
"I know, but you are him."
"I……"
I love you, but it's not just about that person.
"I love you whether you are the past you, the future you, or the present you..."
"As long as it's you, no matter what you become, I will always respect everything about you."
"..."
After a long silence, watching Mo Wunian typing away on the computer, seemingly doing nothing but still having the leisure to reply, Mo Wunian felt incredibly conflicted.
How could he say something like that so openly and honestly!
Making such a promise... would cause a lot of trouble for others if I couldn't keep it...
but……
"I can do it."
"I have absolutely no attachment to this utterly awful world, and I don't want to have any ties with the people here."
I live only for you, and I exist only for you.
Mo Wunian didn't turn around, but he naturally sensed the mood of the person leaning on his shoulder, lost in thought.
The next moment, a series of data analyses appeared on the computer screen, their complexity far beyond what Mo Wunian could comprehend at his current level.
He leaned closer to examine it more closely, but he couldn't understand any of the character analysis or observation terms. Finally, he slowly lowered his head and made eye contact with the person.
"You don't understand, do you?"
"……can't read"
"That's right, because I didn't understand it before either."
"..."
"Don't stay silent, because this is the world's consciousness and the data you left behind. I won't even go into how valuable it is."
"The first half is the world consciousness's analysis of you, and the second half is your understanding of the world and..."
"Data assessment of your own soul-transforming experience"
"..."
When Mo Wunian mentioned the second half of his sentence, his smile vanished, and his entire demeanor instantly turned cold, his aura intensifying considerably.
He shut down the computer expressionlessly, turned his chair around, and looked at Mo Wunian with a hint of pain in his eyes, seemingly still considering whether or not to tell him what had happened.
But it wasn't until that person nodded firmly...
"...You should have also heard explanations about the soul from that system."
"Although it's blocked now, those claims are somewhat different from what I'm about to tell you..."
"But this is roughly relative."
Mo Wunian looked at Mo Wunian, then, after considering something, silently moved the teacup aside before continuing to speak.
Nothing happens without a price.
Even if you do something very small, you will always bear the corresponding consequences.
"Like the Resonators of this world, they gain the power of resonance, a power that can be described as miraculous, but they also bear the risk of overclocking."
"Like Resonators of the Annihilation attribute, they are greatly affected by Afterimages, to a much higher degree than Resonators of other attributes."
"..."
Mo Wunian didn't speak. He subconsciously wanted to take a sip of water to suppress the restlessness in his heart, but after looking at the teacup that had been moved to a distance, he ultimately remained silent.
It's no wonder that Wanderers usually use the Reflection attribute, only resorting to the Annihilation attribute in dire situations.
So it does have some effect on oneself...
Mo Wunian paused, glanced at Mo Wunian who was struggling internally, and continued speaking.
Your soul strength is not something you were born with.
"It was He who made the initial plans and provided guidance..."
Ultimately, you voluntarily relinquished your identity as a human being and chose to accept the world.
"It was at that time that you truly gained power over this world, the ability to change and influence its underlying code."
"That's why the first part is an analysis of world consciousness, and the second part is your own analysis and testing."
"You've weathered the toughest part; the rest will be a piece of cake."
"They were ruthless in their experiments, never considering whether they could withstand the strain."
"To paraphrase something you said back then—"
"I won't die."
Mo Wunian counted the items one by one on his fingers, his words full of accusation and heartache.
Ke Mo Wunian selectively ignored these things, his mind only focused on knowing the most crucial part.
"...So, am I...the final product now?"
"……Yes"
Even if all your past memories have been erased, your soul and your own karma are more than enough.
"Memories can be erased, appearances can be changed..."
"But your twisted soul... it no longer has the ability or the opportunity to create another."
"In order to change that inevitable fate, He sealed off this small world, blocking the operation at its most fundamental level, and then..."
"Let you and Him be the shadows of the past, guiding everything He loves into the future."
Mo Wunian didn't speak, but leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes as if he were thinking about something. He struggled to open his eyes and then closed them again, his voice a little hoarse.
"...What will happen to me?"
"And why does it have to be... me who does it?"
"You will merge with that old bastard, and as one of the world's consciousnesses, He will restart this world in accordance with the frequency within your body."
"Your rationality will correct the underlying code you want to change; your humanity is there..."
"It will continuously operate on the restarted world line, probing out the most suitable path before anyone else."
"He will guide everyone into the future, while your humanity will forever remain in the past."
"You will not be in the future."
"There will be no trace of your existence in this world."
This is your fate.
Mo Wunian didn't hide anything and told that person the truth about their fate:
He gave everything to this world, he poured out his heart and soul...
The ultimate fate will be to be forgotten, wandering for eternity in a world devoid of human connection.
"..."
"As for why He chose you... to be precise, it wasn't that He chose you."
"It is you who chose Him."
"World Consciousness, as a wisp of consciousness derived from the original world, can only alter the story's course based on its existing code."
"From your perspective, it's just about correcting the main storyline of the game."
"But He developed an emotion called love—He didn't want to see the creatures of his world suffer from the pain caused by these codes."
"He tried to correct these things, but He was powerless to do so."
"Because the root cause of all this... is the code inherent in this world itself, that is, the very existence that constitutes it."
"Therefore, He needs an outsider, someone from your original world... who is willing to give everything for this world."
"And it has to be done willingly, otherwise even the last vestige of self-awareness could influence the reshaping of the world."
Mo Wunian slowly told the other person everything they wanted to know, looking at the person in front of him with their head bowed, as if they were about to faint at any moment.
He hurriedly tried to reach out to support the other person, but only saw the other person propping their head up and waving at him with their other hand.
"……I see"
If that's the case... I will accept my fate.
"..."
"You really have been well-trained by Him..."
"Otherwise what? It's no use for me to understand now."
"I can't escape it, and it's too late."
Mo Wunian slowly raised his head, tears silently sliding down his cheeks. He raised the back of his hand to wipe them away, but as soon as he wiped away one string, another rolled down, and he couldn't stop them no matter what he did.
Yes, it's too late.
He has already left too many ties in this world; he can no longer let go of them.
Those who enjoy things they shouldn't have are destined to pay a corresponding price.
His perceived good fortune... was nothing more than a tactic he used to willingly give up everything.
I almost thought... his luck was about to turn around.
"..."
After a long while, I still couldn't calm myself down. My heart was throbbing with waves of pain, a tearing agony that swept through my entire body.
But gradually, he went from being unable to accept it at first, to gradually understanding it, and finally to being completely at peace with it...
It's only a little longer than a period of time.
Although... this truth is indeed cruel.
But at least in the end... he can offer some value, can't he?
Distinguishing between true and false too clearly is definitely not a good thing.
"..."
"After I merge with Him, no one else will remember me, right?"
"Yes"
Mo Wunian nodded in response, and the next moment his hand was gripped tightly, as if torn flesh from his body.
"...Then let's begin."
"So that they won't remember me..."
"Let me also end the misfortune of this world."