Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 113 Rebirth

Although I know this question is old news, but...

Who is he? Where did he come from? And where is he going?

He doesn't remember.

Surrounded by darkness in the deep sea, he sank helplessly, his vision obscured by darkness, unable to let in any light.

They cannot see, cannot hear, and cannot even speak.

Why did he reach out for life?

"..."

He thought that perhaps no one would care about his departure.

Just as a person hurrying along the street wouldn't notice a fallen leaf on the ground, eventually turning into decay.

Let him depart quietly, just as he came into this world.

Silent

【Don't go... Don't leave alone...】

Look at me...

I... am thinking of you...

He felt the ripples on the water's surface; though he couldn't hear any sound, he seemed to sense someone whispering their name in his heart.

He thought the person who said those words was probably a fool.

How could anyone beg a being that cannot see, hear, or even speak not to leave?

But he suddenly felt a hand pierce through the endless darkness, reaching him at the edge of the other shore and pulling him out of that sea.

The instant he leaped out of the sea, even though there was no light in front of him, he felt a warm embrace.

"..."

Why save him?

【【I love you】】

The man wrote three words on his hand, answering the question in his heart.

Why love him?

Because it's you

"..."

He didn't understand why anyone would love him.

He desperately wanted to know everything, but this time he only felt the person's heavy breathing close to his ear.

The person responded to him, but he couldn't understand what the person said.

But why can't he hear? Why can't he hear?

If he cannot hear any of the sounds in this world... then how can he respond to anything in this world?

"...Isn't this enough? There was no need to use such extreme methods..."

"I don't understand why these things are made so complicated..."

"They don't even spare themselves."

The boy's voice, tinged with amusement and helplessness, rang in his ears, though he couldn't see it. But in his heart, he still felt that the boy was looking at him like he was an idiot.

A self-righteous fool

But he felt he should still respond with a smile, at least not to embarrass the person in front of him.

We shouldn't embarrass someone who, without knowing the reason, directly declares their love for him.

So, why did the other person fall in love with him?

Because I love myself.

Love has never had a reason.

...What a strange answer.

That was his only thought, but the next moment he seemed to realize something was wrong.

How could the other person hear what was going on in his mind?

"You just realized? You're so funny after you lost your memory..."

"Want to come with me?"

"Rediscover yourself, break free from the shackles of your heart"

"..."

Without the slightest hesitation, he gripped the man's hand tightly.

Just like a long, long time ago, he held that person's hand tightly.

"……Oh"

"Let's go then, even though the ending is predetermined..."

"But this experience will make things easier for you."

"After all, I can handle all of this."

With the man's help, he tentatively took his first step, then his second... From initial panic to eventual calm, until he grew accustomed to it all.

He seemed to have a guess about what would happen next...

"Will not"

I'm still here.

His hand was gripped slightly tighter, and the intense heat made him, unusually, consider backing down.

No...don't

But the person never responded again.

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He followed that person for who knows how long.

He felt the icy raindrops falling on him, he had also endured the chill of snow and ice, he had traversed the wilderness that the man had spoken of, and he had felt the gentle breeze.

How long he had been walking? He didn't know anymore.

After all, he can only experience the world through his senses.

But when he heard the countless cries of anguish, the endless calls, the wails that surged forth like a tidal wave…

What was that icy look in the corner of his eye?

— (Die, start over)

If there were a chance to start over...would he be able to stop all of this from happening?

"Cough cough cough..."

"You don't really want to do that, do you?"

"You don't even know your own name..."

Whenever he wanted to take such action, the person beside him would always stop him at the crucial moment.

But that person, it seems, is also reaching his breaking point.

The occasional coughs, the suppressed voices... perhaps that person was bearing a burden they shouldn't have been forced to bear.

"..."

But...your condition...

"Ha...can I take that as you caring about me?"

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

"..."

"Although I've been trying it all along... when I truly experienced it..."

"still……"

"I feel so sorry for you..."

Warm liquid splashed onto his face, and no matter how hard he tried to wipe it away, he couldn't get it off; the sticky feeling remained on his body.

He weakly reached out to grab the person, but when he touched them, there was nothing there.

He couldn't see clearly, he couldn't see anything; all he experienced along the way was darkness.

The scalding heat enveloped him, and confusion and disorientation surged into his heart in that instant, filling his world:

Go and see! Go and see why there is so much suffering in this world!

You were blindfolded, but the suffering never stopped.

Are you destined to be a painful bystander in the world's suffering?!

"..."

A halo of light gradually appeared in his world, and feeling somewhat unaccustomed to it, he instinctively closed his eyes. But then he heard the sound of flesh being torn apart.

He suddenly opened his eyes, a crimson light flashing before them, reflecting the horrific state of the world.

Houses collapsed like rubble on the land, and cold rain poured down from the blood-red sky, but it could not wash away the crimson stain that marked this world.

Looking back, he saw again the boundless flames relentlessly devouring life on this land. The sandstorm blurred his vision, but it couldn't obscure the figures of those people.

The refugees slaughtered by monsters, the people howling in the flames, the people struggling to reach out their hands as civilization is about to perish...

Why can't I see it clearly?

Because his eyes were already filled with tears.

Struggling to reach out and grasp at it all, but it all shattered in an instant; it was all in vain.

Don't die... Don't let anyone else die... Please...

Don't die

The raging fire instantly incinerated the illusion before him, sending fragments fluttering and drifting into the distance. The phoenix's tail feathers floated in this space, leaving nothing behind.

"..."

His world froze at that moment, his vision filled only with the figure whose back was to him:

Beneath the white hood, the person's silhouette was outlined by soft light, and the cloak swayed gently in the wind, like a visitor from another world.

The man slowly turned his head, light and shadow intertwining and blurring on his face, revealing only half of his outline. He could only see the indistinct figure reaching out a hand to him, as if crossing the distance of time and space, coming towards him—

As he reached out to grasp that last straw, he saw the light gradually engulf him, his body beginning to disintegrate, leaving only a shimmering silver-blue light that receded into the distance...

"……enough!"

"...Give him back to me!"

Why does life exist? And why does it lead to death?

To merely survive in this world or to dedicate everything to the one you love?

You only have one chance to choose.

He leaped and ran towards that radiant light.

The colors gradually faded, and a tearing pain spread throughout his body as death slowly enveloped him.

Stop now, there's still a chance for things to turn around.

"impossible!!!"

If he had to live on with only him in this world... he would rather be like a moth drawn to a flame, going to the underworld with him.

He had long since abandoned life and death.

……

Golden light pierced through his body, reshaping everything about him, twisting his soul, altering his consciousness, and attempting to make him abandon everything that made him human.

But in the instant that everything was about to fall silent, he finally grasped that silvery-blue streak of light on the other side.

"Don't go...look at me..."

I'm thinking of you...

This time, it was his turn to call that person back.

A faint light flickered as he met eyes that held no surprise whatsoever. He could vaguely make out the other person's words from their lip movements.

"Mo... I won the bet."

A hand gripped his hand tightly, pulling him down into the abyss. But unlike the other hand, he saw countless streams of light gradually forming his body, and numerous figures appearing before his eyes, until he emerged from another part of the sea, opening his eyes to the light:

A deadly situation leads to a life-or-death one.

And the person who had accompanied him all the way, with their back to the light, reached out their hand to him once again.

I cannot heal the deep wound in your heart.

Even that couldn't stop that streak of light from piercing through everything you were in.

But at least this time, I'll take responsibility for everything you've gone through.

Do what you need to do, and find yourself again.

"Mo Wunian, see you next time."

"..."

"See you next time"

In his very last moments, he grasped that person's hand, and also grasped a sword.

At this point, he has completed his "promotion".

It still possesses humanity...

Golden threads on his wrist stretched along the horizon into the distance. He gazed at the illusory sky and placed his sword flat against his chest, until red light surged from its scabbard—

Meanwhile, Chang Li, who was in the mirage, floated down from the sky, frowned as he watched the stars move, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

"Mo Wunian...the successor..."

"The price of promotion... is losing the right to be a human being..."

But in the next instant, Chang Li's pupils suddenly dilated:

The starry sky began to shatter, and red light gradually filled the space. A golden thread appeared before them, and before Chang Li could react, he saw the Wanderer rush towards that direction without hesitation.

In the next instant, the entire space was instantly cleaved open by a red sword blade, the mirage shattered, and turned into specks of light that scattered across the world.