Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 129 Imprisonment? Me?

He felt like he had a very, very long dream.

In his dreams, he can be anyone: a homeless wanderer, a soldier returning home at night on the frontier, or even a researcher at a research institute...

Ultimately, he could even stand at the pinnacle of this world and predict its ending.

He went from feeling helpless to numb, from feeling pain to feeling relieved, from feeling resentful to feeling accepted...

Along his journey, from reluctance to willingness, he accepted far too many things that shouldn't have been his to control, and gained much that he didn't deserve...

He is no longer himself.

Through countless twists and turns, his original purpose may have long been forgotten somewhere along the way, and he may no longer know why it all started in the first place.

He probably only wanted to be free.

But on that barren land, he saw a figure stumbling towards him through the wilderness, offering him a bellflower.

"..."

He accepted the flower.

Even if he later pays the price for this cause and effect that should never have existed.

But at least he finally had someone... who wasn't someone he was arranged to meet—

A person who can see the sights of the world he can no longer see in his place.

It seems that dying like this... would erase even my last remaining regrets.

But I don't want to.

[No one suffers a lifetime of hardship, only to give away all the good fortune to others without enjoying any of it...]

【It was so hard...so hard that you finally have a sliver of hope to live on...】

How could I bear to part with it...?

As dawn broke and the sky gradually brightened, beneath the large tree, he slowly opened his eyes and gazed at the person beside him. That face was slightly more mature than his own. The child he remembered as always so mischievous now revealed a rare sadness and reluctance; those complex emotions, like a light morning mist, diffused in his eyes.

"...Mo Wunian, you made a deal with Him."

It was supposed to be a question, but he spoke it with certainty. A hint of pain and heartache gradually surfaced in his usually calm eyes as he slowly shook his head.

"...You shouldn't have made a deal with Him; I'm enough on my own."

"So what? That's what you always say to me?"

"You promised you wouldn't leave me alone, but you'd rather let me have a dream than let me go with you..."

"You responded to me, so why won't you even believe me?"

"...I have given you all my memories, and you should know that..."

"I am an outright liar, a ruthless villain who will stop at nothing."

"I did so many unforgivable things on other timelines that even if I could do it all over again, I couldn't erase the mistakes I made."

"And besides, only I can bear all of this."

"Only my twisted and reformed soul can secure a place of peace for all living beings."

"..."

"You broke the deal by meeting me. What will be the price you'll pay for that?"

After a brief silence, he looked at the person who seemed completely indifferent to the situation, and struggled to ask a question, but only received a retreating figure.

"It's nothing, it can't touch me."

"...You lied to me."

"..."

A sigh escaped his lips. Looking at the person standing before him, their gaze fixed intently on him, he raised his head but said nothing. The two remained silently gazing at each other.

"Okay, it's basically just cooperating with them to make you move forward according to some predetermined fate... Anyway, those arrangements sound like a complete mess to me."

"I won't accept arguing with you for a while at most, because your authority is still with me, and you can't do anything to me for the time being."

"...So you are now..."

"Should I erase this part of my memory?"

"..."

She didn't resist the other person's approach, letting them stroke her face and press against hers. She closed her eyes, not wanting to ask for their consent anymore, simply enjoying this moment of tranquility.

"...I knew I couldn't hide it from you."

"You know about what happened back then, right?"

"Yes, I know the reason he was able to get in is because you were the one who did it."

I don't blame you.

"...Still so casual, why don't you just get angry?"

If I really get angry, you'll be unhappy.

"..."

Feeling her memories gradually fading, she didn't resist, simply letting the other person control her memories. She nestled in their arms, slightly opening her eyes to look at the sky, and muttered a few words to herself.

How long have we been apart?

"If we start from this timeline... haven't you been waiting for me for a long time?"

"...Are you lonely?"

"..."

Will you ever remember me?

"Will do"

I've been missing you so much.

"...You should stop thinking about me."

Living a life reliant on memories can be very painful.

He knew how painful it was.

"..."

"That's impossible. I exist solely to live for you."

I was born because of you, and I am where I am today because of you.

I will remember you forever and ever.

His memories began to fade, those fragments of the past gradually transforming into a dream that captivated him, a dream he would forget upon waking.

Is he reluctant to give it up? Actually, he's willing to give up everything.

He died long ago, so many things are no longer important.

"I won't erase you; I'll just simply seal away this part of your memory."

"Those initial things have indeed been erased; they're just your memories, don't overthink it."

Because I can recognize any version of you.

"...You will have people who truly love you. I am one, and they will be too."

"If you're still stuck in the past, then let me guide you..."

"Tear open the road to the future"

……

The dream will eventually end, and everything in the dream will vanish like fleeting clouds.

It's time for him to wake up from this dream.

……

He opened his eyes, the light was so bright it hurt them a little. He subconsciously reached out and touched his neck, but didn't find the wound. He was a little surprised and didn't know what was going on.

But just as he remembered to check his surroundings, the system that hadn't appeared in his mind for who knows how long finally resurfaced.

"Host...it's all over..."

"I'm finished... This world is finished... There's no hope, no hope..."

"Stop with the nonsense, get to the point."

Looking at the system that had come back to life, Mo Wunian didn't want to say much. After all, he had almost figured everything out on his own, so why would he need this thing?

"This world has been isolated and locked down."

Simply put, it means the world is isolated, and no outside help will come.

"This also includes my superiors, the headquarters on the system side."

"...Oh, it doesn't look too serious, but you might be in a bit of trouble."

"Host, you haven't grasped the key point."

"This world was already locked down before I arrived."

"..."

Hearing the system's words, he didn't panic much. After calmly thinking it over, he discovered the blind spot.

"In other words... we wouldn't be here under normal circumstances, because we've been placed under separate lockdown."

"But the key point is that we not only appeared, but we didn't even realize it."

"So... who was the superior I was chatting with earlier?!"

"What kind of weird story is this... I'm just a small system that hasn't completed many missions... Why did I have to encounter such a troublesome situation..."

"..."

Ignoring the panicked system in his mind, he began to recall the circumstances of his first encounter with the other party, and suddenly realized that the other party had said they came because of their sword.

And that sword could even bear his soul...existing as an extremely powerful weapon...

Upon realizing the importance of this item, I instinctively tried to summon it, but then discovered that my connection with the sword had been severed.

Moreover, he discovered that almost all of his abilities were sealed off, and he couldn't even control his own frequency anymore, as if someone had forcibly stabilized it.

But it doesn't seem to be a problem, after all, the sword he used to commit suicide not long ago was aimed at destroying all his frequencies, and he went with the determination to die.

Aside from a slight reluctance, there was no difference.

If no one had forced him to gather his frequencies, he probably would have truly become one with the world by now.

"...Stop arguing, it's giving me a headache."

"If I had to put it in perspective, it seems we were planned in from the very beginning. Now that the situation is unclear, we can only take it one step at a time."

"And aren't you doing well? The truth is, I'm the one in danger."

"This world consciousness is targeting me; every time it hasn't singled you out, it hasn't done so?"

"Hmm...that doesn't seem wrong, but why is He targeting you specifically?"

"Besides your soul being stronger than any other being I've ever encountered... it seems..."

"Wait... I think I've discovered something..."

The system's voice abruptly stopped, and after some keyboard tapping, Mo Wunian received a piece of information that was very important to him.

"That's impossible... Souls from different worlds won't be the same as those from the present world..."

"This is the most useful way to distinguish outsiders from natives... but the host's soul is already the same as the underlying code running in this world."

"This situation could probably replace the world's primary operating consciousness and become the new creator..."

"Wait... this script..."

The system fell silent. It realized the problem was serious and knew it couldn't think about it any longer.

We're doomed. The host he brought this time... is terrifyingly strong.

Although the system didn't speak again, Mo Wunian was still able to deduce some things from its words.

First of all, there's no doubt that I've been to this world before, and I've definitely experienced it many times; it certainly wasn't a pleasant cycle of reincarnation.

As for who did it... he felt the possibility of it being a world consciousness was very high.

But He himself did not understand the purpose of doing so.

After all, He needs to rely on the code obtained from the main storyline to maintain this plane; otherwise, it will collapse and cause a series of consequences.

Let him interfere with the plot at will, allowing him to constantly change the course of his fate...

"...Could He have intentionally sealed off this world...? Is His purpose to make me achieve some kind of ending?"

If this world is sealed off, no outsiders will interfere, and there will be more room for maneuver. The probability of this happening is definitely not zero.

The more he thought about it, the more his head ached. After briefly processing the information he had obtained once more, Mo Wunian raised his head: