Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 125 When Everything Connected

The two quickly headed towards their destination, but soon he sensed the frequency of the afterimages fluctuating around him, and the guardian's voice rang out just in time.

"That black star seems to have been contained underground."

"Moreover... the door to the underground has been deliberately closed."

"...The Tetis System...the situation over there doesn't seem to be good."

The wanderer realized something and looked at Mo Wunian beside him; the two nodded simultaneously.

"I'll deal with the pollution over there, you deal with the pollution over the other side."

"We'll meet at the main gate then."

He skillfully summoned the sword in his hand, released the other's hand, and flung it towards the remaining image on the other side. He didn't care about the wanderer's feelings; his eyes were now only on these monsters.

He casually tossed the small robots among the afterimages aside, then with a flick of his sword, a streak of red light swiftly sliced ​​through the monster's neck, ending the battle on the spot.

But for a moment he was distracted, and he hesitated as he picked up his sword, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"...I remember this sword wasn't originally like this..."

"How can you add special effects?"

He remembered that in reality, this sword only had a slightly unusual appearance, but the longer he stayed here, the more different it felt to him.

For example, comparing the present with the past, the sword now is not only incredibly powerful, but every time he uses it, he can feel the force of tearing through space.

If he disperses his frequency and changes his target, he could even harm himself.

Furthermore, the wound inflicted by his own sword was unlike any other wound inflicted by an ordinary person; the convergence frequency was at least ten times slower, resulting in a pain that struck directly at the soul.

As for other people... they still feel pain, it's just not as obvious as it is.

But just now—the sword wounded him; the energy that overflowed without his consent injured him.

Looking at the sword wreathed in a faint red light, Mo Wunian felt as if he were about to be stabbed in the back—a true backstab in the back.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he finally put it back into his spatial storage. After all, this sword was also his true form, and he felt that something bad would happen if it were gone.

"Ku... thank you... kind flower maker."

"Although I really want to prove that I'm not just someone who can look at the stars... without you, I know I would have been fighting for much longer..."

“I learned from Ku Fanfan what you and the other person were planning to do. Leave the safety of this place to us!”

"He should be waiting for you there too..."

After confirming once again that all the monsters had been cleared, he nodded to the little robot behind him to indicate that he was done, and then quickly headed towards the main entrance.

As luck would have it, the wanderer finished talking to another little robot and was about to go inside.

"...Mo Wunian, you've arrived just in time."

"Now everyone's here... and the shore guard is here too, let's go in quickly."

Watching the figure of the shore guard, Mo Wunian felt an ominous feeling growing in his heart: he sensed that someone's frequency was disappearing, and at a very fast speed.

The two people beside him also noticed that Mo Wunian seemed to be in a bad mood, so they quickly opened the door and went inside.

After walking only a few steps, I saw a corner where a group of people were looking worriedly at a man lying on the ground, barely breathing, seemingly comforting him.

“Beateledi…I heard her voice…”

Yes, she's here too, she's alright.

The three people quickly knelt down beside the man. Mo Wunian could feel the red data eroding his body, constantly distorting his original rhythm—

Simply put, the other party is about to die.

"Hold on, the rescue team from the lobby will be here soon..."

"..."

Beatrice was still comforting him, but everyone present already showed sadness and respect, knowing that he wouldn't make it that far.

The man accepted his fate with equanimity, casting his final gaze upon the shorekeeper.

"I have not let down the Black Coast's trust in me..."

"I can't wait until then... Please, you must..."

"It's not time for that yet, stop thinking about dying..."

"Give me your hand"

He quickly pushed aside the others, grasped the other person's hand, and felt no fear despite the aura of death emanating from them.

Even in death, he could still sense a breath of new life.

Manipulating the frequency and time on the other party, he quickly retraced everything, but this time he glimpsed something in those blood-red data.

Flickering, trembling, dizziness... With these sensations amplified, I forcibly stabilized my own rhythm and saw that figure...

You did it... everything I couldn't do...

A flash of crimson light appeared, and he instantly snapped back to his senses. He released the other person's hand, panting heavily. But seeing the shocked looks on the faces of those around him and the man gradually recovering, he finally felt relieved.

"...It was a success."

His head still ached a little. He shook his head, trying to shake the image out of his mind, but the pain didn't lessen at all; it still lingered around him.

"...How is that possible...Being deeply infected by abnormal frequencies here is almost impossible to save..."

"A means of manipulating frequency... or the ability to rewind time?"

"There has never been any record of such a person existing on the Black Coast..."

Beatrice interrupted the somewhat anxious words of the person beside her, looked at Mo Wunian, who was being supported by the wanderers and whose condition was clearly not much better, and nodded gratefully to them.

"Enough! Don't speak to this hero who saved others in that tone."

"Under these circumstances, his willingness to lend us a helping hand is enough for us to trust him."

"You were with the shore guard, weren't you? Thank you for saving him... but what about your current condition..."

"It's nothing...it's an old ailment, as long as you're alright."

"Take him with you and go first; leave the rest to us."

Helped to his feet by the wanderer, and feeling that his condition had indeed stabilized, he spoke the rest of his words, letting out a helpless sigh as he looked at the man's tearful face.

"If I had a problem, I wouldn't have said these things... otherwise it would have caused them trouble."

"I won't be foolish enough to go up and deliver it, nor will I become a burden to others."

The implication is: the situation is beyond your control now; leave the rest to the three of them.

Then the others, being intelligent as well, understood the meaning behind Mo Wunian's words. They nodded to each other and helped the man leave quickly, giving him a few words of worry before they departed.

Only the three of them remained at the scene.

"Alright, the problem here is solved."

"Now it's time to move on to the next step."

After confirming that everyone had left safely, Mo Wunian nodded and looked at the two people behind him.

As it turned out, he noticed that both of them were looking at him with worried eyes, as if something terrible was about to happen to him.

Mo Wunian: ...

That's enough! Drag these two people who are always worrying about themselves away!

Although that's what he thought, he was actually quite touched that the two people were worried about him. However, at the moment, he felt that the most important thing was to solve the pollution and get to the lower level as soon as possible.

"Alright, alright, let's hurry up and finish this up so we can get to the next level."

"Please move aside a bit. The space here is too soft and unstable. I'm not sure if it will hurt you."

Looking at the mechanism before him that seemed destined to take a long time to solve, the man found it quite troublesome. If it weren't for the fact that this was the Dark Coast, the homeland of the wanderers, he would have loved to cleave it in two with a single sword stroke.

Fortunately, he had enough control over the space, so dealing with these things wasn't a problem. Otherwise, what was the point of him hanging up all this time?

Silently, he gestured for the two people beside him to step back, then raised his hand and manipulated space. In an instant, all the pollution vanished, all the mechanisms were activated, and the door appeared before the three of them.

"..."

"No matter how long it takes, I still find this ability very convenient. Apart from being a little harmful to the body, it has no drawbacks..."

"Although for me it's practically without any flaws."

I'd rather take action than talk nonsense; I don't know when I developed this habit.

The shore guard looked at Mo Wunian and, before the drifter could react, grabbed his hand.

The wanderer who had just reached out to take the other's hand: ? ? ?

How could Mo Wunian not notice the other party's actions? When he saw the other party looking at him with a somewhat strange expression, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

He quickly turned back to look at the wanderer, and seeing that the other looked like the sky was falling, he swiftly withdrew his hand and politely took a few steps back.

"Um... what can I do for you, shore guard?"

"If you encounter any trouble, you can talk to the wanderer..."

No, I only wanted to tell you.

"..."

Oh no! The plot is starting to go wrong. I thought I only attracted guys, but now girls are clinging to me too?! Chang Li is still within the normal range, but this shore guardian is clearly acting strangely…

Oh no, oh no, oh no... Trying to steal someone from the chosen one will never end well... Should I immediately send this message back and show my loyalty...?

He had mentally rehearsed countless possible solutions, and just as he was about to give a straightforward rejection, the other person asked a question he hadn't expected at all.

"Mo Wunian... has anything to remind you of along the way?"

"Including your decision to save that containment worker without hesitation... Did you consider the consequences before making that choice?"

"?"

I never expected the other person to ask me that question. In an instant, all the thoughts in my mind vanished. I even wanted to slap myself for having such thoughts.

After coughing a few times to calm himself down, he began to think about the other person's problem.

"The experiences along the way... everyone was working towards a common goal, and I really felt this sense of unity..."

"happy"

"Regarding my decision to save that shelter member... I don't know what I was thinking at the time."

"But I cannot accept the loss of a life that I could have saved right before my eyes."

"Since I have the ability to save them, I should use that power to do what I should do."

"Just like I've been helped before, I hope I can pass on that kindness, I hope..."

Everything I care about will have a happy ending.

The shorekeeper received a reply, but the worry in his eyes deepened. He closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again, and could only utter one sentence in the end.

"...But clearly this power was purposeful from the very beginning, and the price was predetermined from the start."

"If that's the case, then it's still okay, isn't it?"

"Not to mention, I now possess the power to protect all of this, at least I won't have to witness it all disappear before my eyes."

It seemed as if he was remembering something—things he had dreamed of, seen, and that had surfaced in countless fragmented spaces—began to flood his mind.

He turned his gaze to the person beside him who had never looked away, and merely chuckled softly, recalling the last dream scene in his mind.

"...You remind me of something I learned a long time ago about the limits of what my own power can achieve—"

"Enough to destroy the world...right?"

"..."

The shore guard didn't speak, but he had already made his judgment.

"I don't know what I've been through in the past..."

"Perhaps he experienced deception, suffered pain, witnessed hardship... he may have endured many things he himself would not have wanted to bear in order to gain that strength—"

"But from your eyes, I know that in the end he did not choose to go down that path, and before he lost his mind, he held onto his last belief."

"Past, present, and...future"

"He remained lucid until the very end, and I certainly won't fall behind."

"I often jokingly call wanderers saviors, and I'm just their lackey following behind..."

"But I will never forget that 'saving the world' is not an easy word. I bear the power to destroy the world, yet I still choose to fulfill my duty to save everything..."

"The wanderer hopes that the seed of hope will continue, even if the price is being burned out after salvation..."

"The purpose of that successor... is to continue everything he hopes for as he moves towards the future—"

"Including that savior being."

"This must be... the meaning of that name."

At that moment, all the clues in his mind finally connected, and on this coast, he understood the meaning his name carried.

Even though the past has faded away, even though everything around him doesn't want him to remember those things...

But his soul will ultimately guide him to the right path, to the destiny he is destined to embark on.

His paranoia and greed

He will face calamities and karmic retribution.

His suffering, hatred, and resentment

It has never disappeared; it still flows within the cycle of the Möbius strip.

He never escaped the sea of ​​suffering, but he was never swallowed up by it either.

"...I think even if my life is already a script..."

"I've found the meaning to keep going."