Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 131 Taking the blame? Or... accepting the ending?

After his unpleasant encounter with Ge Shulin that day, he visibly saw him less and less.

Although the other person still maintained the habit of seeing him once a day, most of the time she would just stand at the door and silently watch him, and would instantly retreat outside whenever he showed any sign of coming.

So he can be quite troubled sometimes.

After all, the effect of scapegoating requires a specific trigger, so with the other party doing this, he couldn't activate the skill's effect.

As the days went by, he could sense that the person's body was nearing its limit.

"Oh dear... he's not coming. You just like running away from me, don't you?"

“Scars…have you ever considered that our apparent identities are still adversarial?”

I am not the person you remember.

Looking at the guy sitting across from him who came two or three times a day almost every day, and then taking a closer look at the new scars on the other man's face—

The scar must have been from some bastard who almost took his virginity.

They're really asking for a beating on purpose!

"How can you say that? If I didn't come every day, wouldn't you be bored to death by yourself?"

"I won't be bored even if you don't come; I'm used to this kind of atmosphere."

He rolled his eyes at the scar; he was actually used to being alone, but he simply preferred chatting with people.

But if the person you're chatting with is someone who wants to bother you every day, then forget it.

Despite the countless rejections that wounded him, he didn't give up. Even after being threatened for the nth time, he still maintained a relatively large distance.

"You are indeed very different from the person I remember, but aren't you more interesting?"

"After all, in my memory, I didn't even have the right to see you; I always saw someone else."

"We finally got to see each other, and you pinned me to the ground so roughly..."

"Fine, stop talking. I won't believe a single word of your last sentence."

"I don't think I was ever stupid enough to lay a hand on you."

Looking at the wounded man's face, which looked as if he had defiled his innocence, Mo Wunian's face contorted into the expression of an old man on the subway, and he disgustedly pulled out a magazine to cover half of his face.

The scars merely pursed their lips and spread their arms wide, resting their hands on the chair.

"You won't listen to the truth anyway."

"That's the last piece of advice: this place won't exist anymore in a few days."

"These will also be your last few days on your journey home."

"..."

"I knew it! How could you come here without having other motives?"

"Your Remnant Star Society is surprisingly 'united'."

Seeing the person turn to leave, Mo Wunian wasn't surprised. He calmly watched the other person's retreating figure, waiting for their reply.

"It's just a different script."

"On this chessboard, everyone has a different identity; even if one obtains a fleeting moment of truth, one cannot escape one's own identity."

"They say that guy has a lot of scenarios in other timelines, like being a Ming-style Resonator, or simply dying..."

"And the script I received this time... is to guide you back to your original path."

"Is it funny? Actually, I think so too. It's just a black sheep rejected by this world, yet one day it was able to guide all the gods who had been deceived by this world to remember everything..."

"Not to mention these so-called gods... who are just ordinary people who have been deceived and have nothing left but the path to becoming a god."

"..."

Just as the injured man was about to leave, and the door was about to close, Mo Wunian called out to him and asked one last question.

"...How did that person get me out of there?"

The wounded man paused, turned his head slightly, rested his chin on his hand, and looked at Mo Wunian with some surprise, but ultimately closed his eyes as if deep in thought.

"...I thought it would take you a while to realize who was behind us."

"How he brought you out... to be honest, I don't know either."

"Information gathered from others..."

"That guy seems to have single-handedly stormed the Black Coast, and with just a few arrows, he almost pierced through that... Titis System."

"However, after that, he was out much less often."

"But it's alright, if he were still here, I wouldn't have had so much time to look for you..."

"Okay, get out!"

Seeing the injuries, and wanting to come in and sit down to chat, he kicked the other person out, then closed the door and sat down.

Brushing the dust off his hands, and looking at the chain still wrapped around his wrist, Mo Wunian wasn't in a hurry.

Silently raising her other hand, she gave it a slight tremor, and the golden thread appeared:

The thread was taut and trembling, indicating that the person at the other end had likely found their target.

"...It's not too late, if what the scars said is true..."

"Then I'm ready to face my destiny."

"At the End of the World"

……

Things calmed down considerably in the days that followed. Not only did Ge Shulin visit him less often, but they couldn't even meet once a day anymore.

Moreover, he could keenly sense that the pairs of eyes that usually monitored him were now in a long gap, sometimes lasting for several hours before they would notice him again.

Moreover, he noticed this without consciously noticing it.

Aside from a certain flamboyant-looking man dressed all in red who would occasionally wander in front of him to distract him, there wasn't much else around.

"Alright, that's about enough for today."

Give me your hand.

"...Are you sure you weren't taking advantage of me today?"

Subtly withdrawing his hand, Mo Wunian noticed the slightly aggrieved look on the injured face. He was already immune to such accusations, glared at the other man, and only after confirming he wasn't joking did he extend his hand again.

"?~"

Feeling her hand being held, the other person first teasingly squeezed it, with a subtle sense of possessiveness.

He raised his head, squinted, and gave the wound a warning look. The other person tilted their head innocently. Then, a crisp snap of fingers was heard, and almost instantly, the chain wrapped around the wrist fell off.

"Alright, in an hour or two, a moth should come to pick you up."

"What choice will you make then...? I'm looking forward to it."

"Things can happen that are beyond the guidance of fate..."

"I would be happy to see that."

He shook his wrist; although the feeling of suppressing his abilities hadn't disappeared, it had clearly loosened considerably.

He looked at the wound with a complicated expression, but finally nodded to indicate that he understood the situation.

"...The shore guard?"

"I don't recognize it, it just looked like a fluttering moth, that's all I said."

"I know you want to get rid of me, but this time I won't let you kick me out, after all..."

"This may be the last time we meet."

The words tinged with sadness, and after glancing back at Mo Wunian one last time, she slammed the door shut and left without a second thought.

Mo Wunian didn't speak again, but calmed down and began to control his partially recovered abilities.

"...That sword is not in my space."

"But I can also feel myself being used... and is he the one behind the Remnant Star Society...?"

"What kind of mess did I make in that reincarnation... I'm involved on every side..."

He closed his eyes and sighed, but though he said that, he had already mentally prepared himself for anything.

Hopefully, he won't encounter any situations he doesn't want to face as soon as he goes out.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

He lay on the table with his eyes half-closed, but then lifted them up, sensing the space around him begin to flow. He sat up straight, resting his chin on his left hand, and saw a vortex appear in front of him.

Following closely behind was a butterfly shimmering with blue light. The blue butterfly paused in mid-air for a second upon seeing Mo Wunian, then swiftly rushed towards him.

"...Guardian, how did you get in?"

"You know, this place can even suppress my spatial energy. Won't you be affected if you fly in?"

A blue butterfly landed on his fingertip, fluttered its wings upon hearing his words, and then flew away into the distance. The butterfly dispersed and transformed into countless smaller butterflies, and soon the figure of a woman appeared.

The shore guard, seeing Mo Wunian so calm and even leisurely drinking water, grew increasingly anxious. He approached him and explained the situation.

"The suppression here is specifically targeted at you. Under the compression of multiple timelines, it will only focus on you."

"Others who come in will be affected to some extent, but I am a projection of Sonora, and in essence, I can also roam these timelines."

"The wanderer helped me a bit, which is why I was able to come in, find your location, and bring you out."

"Now……"

"So what is Chao doing now? He can't possibly have sent just you alone."

"...If nothing unexpected happens...he should have already run into that person, right?"

"..."

Interrupting the guardian's next words, because part of the space surrounding him had been torn open, Mo Wunian could already sense the frequency of battle coming from Ge Shulin's side:

Don't mistake the sword tassel he gave the other person for just an ordinary decoration; after his mastery of power increased, it actually became a small tracking device.

The reason it wasn't noticeable before seems to be due to the unique shielding of this place.

Seeing the somewhat guilty look in the guard's eyes, Mo Wunian, unusually, did not back down. He slowly walked towards the man and patted him on the shoulder.

"Tell me, what exactly did the wanderer do during the days I was missing?"

"..."

"If you don't tell me, I'll have to go myself."

"After that person forcibly activated the Titis System, I activated the backup option."

"He used some of the road signs he had left for himself before, and now..."

"...which means he should know something about the past, right?"

The guards were being pressed down and were finding it hard to breathe. They tried to back away a little, but found themselves unable to move.

After all, she was made of Sonori, while the person before him could control all frequencies, making him, like another person, a natural counter to her.

Under such pressure, she could only nod and tell the truth.

The moment she nodded, the oppressive feeling dissipated. Mo Wunian seemed to have finally understood something, and reluctantly nodded, looking towards the vortex gate that had already opened on the other side.

"I see... then I understand."

"Since he's remembered some things too, it's probably my turn now..."