Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 130 Oh, you're out of prison after being injured?

"..."

Opening his eyes, Mo Wunian expressionlessly pulled the blanket up a little, glanced at Ge Shulin lying beside him seemingly asleep, and felt as if the sky had fallen.

Good news: The border has been held.

Bad news: Apart from the border crossings, nothing else was held.

It's truly a precious treasure. If he hadn't fought tooth and nail to protect his chastity, crying and begging the other party not to go all the way, he probably wouldn't be awake today.

He didn't want to say a word, because he knew perfectly well that his voice was probably hoarse.

She shrank back to the other side, trying to maintain a safe distance, but the next moment her waist was grabbed and she was pulled back.

"...Don't go."

"...Where can I go now? Hiss..."

"Brother, you really hurt last night."

Struggling to free her hands, she straightened her clothes. Although she had tried to cover the bite marks, some of them were still showing.

He glared fiercely at the other man, but seeing the lazy yet somewhat satisfied look on Ge Shulin's face, he knew he hadn't intimidated him.

"I listened to you last night, otherwise do you think you would have woken up this early?"

"How dare you! I... cough cough..."

He tried to argue, but his hoarse voice made him cough a few times. He turned his head away for a while before looking at Ge Shulin again.

The next moment, he saw the other person get out of bed quickly and neatly, straighten his clothes, and hand him a glass of water.

"..."

Forget it, it's foolish not to drink when there's water available. It's not too late to complain after you've drunk it.

Reassuring myself, I unceremoniously took the water from the other person and gulped it down.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Ge Shulin who was sitting in a chair staring blankly at him, he really couldn't understand what it was about him that attracted the other person.

There are so many people in the world, why insist on clinging to him?

"...According to the normal plot, shouldn't we tell each other about our situations?"

"Although we haven't gone all the way yet, you've almost taken advantage of me completely."

"So I'm now tied to... the Remnant Star Society?"

He hesitated before speaking, though he didn't know how he had drifted from the Dark Coast to the Remnant Star Society, he still wanted to find out the details.

After all, he can't really stay here forever.

"This place can be roughly considered the territory of the Remnant Star Society, but it's not its headquarters."

"I've never been to the headquarters of the Remnant Star Society. In all the years I've been a member, I've only visited some of the branch locations."

"As for the rest, you don't need to worry about it. No one here dares to touch you."

"It's good that you're staying."

"..."

He patted his forehead. Sure enough, a yandere is still a yandere. He shouldn't have placed his hopes on her.

Seeing the other person's unyielding gaze, Mo Wunian knew he couldn't place his hopes on them anymore.

But the problem is that this place is incredibly strange; how exactly did they manage to bind his other abilities?!

He was certain that there were no more than three beings who could currently suppress him!

One of them will definitely make a move!

Just as Mo Wunian was worrying about his future, he noticed an unusual frequency emanating from the room.

He hurriedly looked up at Ge Shulin, who had somehow turned his back to him. He could tell that the source of the attack was from the other man.

I wanted to go over and see what was going on, but as soon as I reached out, the other person brushed past me, and I didn't even manage to grab the hem of their clothes.

"……trouble"

"I have to go see Floro again..."

"Ge Shulin, something's wrong with you."

Mo Wunian instantly realized that Ge Shulin was hiding something, and that this matter was very likely related to him personally. He immediately became alert and hurriedly asked, but only got a glimpse of the other party's departing back.

"...It's just a small price to pay, nothing to worry about."

"Someone will come to deliver things to you in a while, just take care of yourself."

"I……"

Watching the door close, and with a reluctant glance at the chains binding him, Mo Wunian let out another powerless sigh.

"I've really had enough!"

"Why do they all like to tamper with my wrists?!"

……

In the time that followed, Mo Wunian really felt like he was being spoiled and ruined.

The other person was right; they provided him with the best food and drink every day, and even filled his room with all sorts of books to keep him entertained.

And whatever he wants, he only needs to mention it, and it will appear in his room the next day, or even sooner or later.

Brothers, I've been kept by a sugar daddy.

But to be honest, he still wanted to leave.

Leaving aside other reasons, let's just talk about the most important one:

His Majesty watched him choose to commit suicide.

He had to go back and explain his situation, otherwise he didn't even dare to imagine what that person might do.

The thought of even fighting with a phantom like Su Huiyu... what if His Majesty found out he was imprisoned here...

"...The future looks bleak."

……

Another day, I sat in my chair, a cup of coffee in my right hand and a magazine in my left, casually flipping through it. Suddenly, something struck me, so I put the magazine down and looked out the door.

"...Scars? Finally out of prison?"

Seeing the person dressed in all red, Mo Wunian raised an eyebrow in surprise, a rare occurrence. Seeing the other person's overly familiar manner as they sat opposite him, he didn't say anything, casually pouring them a cup of coffee as well.

"A rare guest, when did you escape?"

"What brings you here?"

Seeing the strange look in the other person's eyes, Mo Wunian guessed that the other person knew something, so he didn't rush to ask. Seeing that the other person didn't speak, he simply continued reading the magazine.

A few seconds later, the book was snatched from my hand. My hand trembled, and I looked up at the bruises on my hands as I played with the magazine, a hint of helplessness in my eyes.

"Your Excellency, just say what you want to say. What are you trying to do by sitting here without saying a word?"

"Didn't you get enough of working on the sewing machine in the prison in Imaju?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to come and see you."

"?"

Feeling a chill, he subtly took a few steps back in his chair, making sure he still had room to react if the other party tried to attack, before firmly regaining his balance.

This action naturally did not escape the gaze of the wounded. Seeing Mo Wunian's wary expression, the wounded man seemed to recall something interesting, narrowed his eyes, and a smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't be so tense. You're our VIP now. If I dared to lay a hand on you, not to mention what the Remnant Star Society would do, that big shot alone would chop me up."

"I just left that place not long ago, and I don't have any plans to move to another place right now."

"I'm doing this for my personal safety, after all, you ripped off my true form the first time we met."

"Who knows what you'll do next? Besides, Ge Shulin seems really busy lately; he's been coming in later and later."

He seemed completely oblivious to the other person, focusing instead on inquiring about someone else. The scarred figure also seemed somewhat surprised, leaning back in his chair, resting his chin on his left hand, and raising an eyebrow.

"Sigh, looking at it this way, you're quite different from the person I remember."

"As for that guy... he shouldn't have known about you in the first place, since in the original timeline he had no idea what you were doing behind the scenes."

"So, you were forced to bear the consequences of what you did in other timelines, and now your overclocking is probably quite severe, right?"

"...Sure enough, I told you his frequency was wrong."

Hearing the wound's words, Mo Wunian lowered his gaze, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.

He had sensed something was wrong with the other person's body a long time ago, but because his abilities were sealed, he couldn't figure out the cause.

But if we're talking about scars...

Just how advanced is their technology?! How can they interfere with other timelines?!

Did they align themselves with the world's consciousness, or did they follow someone else...?

Wait, that guy... it doesn't seem impossible.

"Have you finally realized what's wrong?"

"After all, in my memory, it's very rare to see you with that kind of expression..."

"...What's your purpose in telling me all this? Considering how everyone around me is trying so hard to hide it from me...your behavior is certainly suspicious..."

"And if we accept your logic, then Ge Shulin..."

The wound didn't respond to that, but instead continued to play with the cards in its hand, a hint of confusion in its eyes as it looked at the other person.

"Knowing your relationship with him, you don't need to act like this."

"Don't even think about using your abilities to heal him. After all, he suffered the sins he deserved, sins that can't be erased by going back in time."

"You seem to know me quite well."

He meant to make a sarcastic remark, but Scar laughed instead, finally recognizing the emotion in the other person's eyes—

She had an interest in him, a great curiosity about him, and it seemed to have a touch of...morbidity?

Mo Wunian: Do all the people I interact with have to have other attributes?

"After all, in one timeline... to be precise, during your last period before that, we could both be considered colleagues."

"The scene I remember most vividly... was when you took me out of prison."

"...I was probably quite ill at that time."

He rolled his eyes, speechless. He didn't understand why he had saved someone like that before. But judging from the wound and the person's attitude, they were probably on good terms before.

Damn it! Having a criminal record means I can't take the civil service exam anymore.

"Don't say that. I think your colleague is much better than that guy."

"You know, during those three years before you came back, we relied entirely on your name to ward off evil spirits."

"...I don't think I'm powerful enough to be called 'Evil-Repelling' yet."

"You underestimate your importance to him. He bore the burden of everything you endured across dozens of timelines, just to learn that one moment of truth."

"Back then, he was overclocking more than thirteen times a day on average. We only managed to control him by using your name to make promises we could keep.

"..."

He remained silent, staring at the coffee in his cup, then closed his eyes and sighed.

"Overclocking..."

He was quite familiar with this term, having recently learned some about it from Chun.

Overclocking is an effect caused by the resonator's failure to properly manage their own resonance ability.

Even mild overclocking can leave irreversible damage to the body, while moderate overclocking can even trigger a series of changes in the weather.

As for severe overclocking, it goes without saying that while it causes its own afterimages, it is often incurable and can only be alleviated with medication.

While some people can overclock to perfection like it's nothing, it's definitely not without its challenges and difficulties.