Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 69 (Out of Chapter)

If doing something will lead you to regret it later...

Would you choose to complete it in the present moment?

……

But if you don't do this now, you'll regret it for the rest of your life...

So how should we choose?

You have to try everything to know the result.

There's a huge difference between regretting doing something and choosing to do nothing!

"..."

Hesitation, indecision, and giving up... these are more fatal than making mistakes after taking action.

Standing still is always the worst possible decision.

That uncertain future... can never determine what he has to do now!

"Nan Chui...you won't die."

"I won't die either."

"None of us will die."

"Live on... let's go back together."

"Brother Wunian...?"

He tightly grasped the person's hand, which was about to fall, and a warm light emanated from his palm, flowing over the other person. The wound that had been bleeding profusely began to heal visibly under this dim light, pulling the person back from the brink of death.

Nan Chui, who had already closed his eyes, opened them slightly. The light from the horizon prevented him from seeing the other person's expression, but he felt an unprecedented sense of relief—it seemed he could... survive.

"Ding! Instinct has taken the lead!"

"The behavior began to gradually become uncontrollable—"

"Please always pay attention to your surroundings and relax your mind and body—"

"To prevent dangerous behavior"

……

A series of noisy yet orderly footsteps approached from afar. The leader followed the sound of the mournful cry, lowered his head as he looked at the road ahead shrouded in yellow sand, but quickly raised it again.

After hearing the mournful cry, they ultimately decided to send some people back to investigate.

Send the others back with the intelligence and the wounded to facilitate the handover.

However, in the very next instant, as the first rays of the rising sun illuminated the desolate land ahead, everyone stopped in their tracks as if by unspoken agreement:

The boy carried a blood-soaked man on his back and walked silently toward them, slowly but without stopping.

Behind him, the valley was a blood-red mess, littered with corpses and the marks of collisions and fire. The giant eagle had already landed, its massive body lying stiffly on the barren earth, ignored by all.

The fiendish heron is dead, truly dead at the hands of this boy who was only 16 years old.

They even... saved that one person.

"Mo Wunian!"

As they drew closer, they realized that the boy's physical condition was also extremely poor; in fact... most of the large patches of blood on the person on their back were flowing from his still-oozing wounds.

The group rushed forward in a flurry, helping Nan Chui off the man. The leader was about to call Ji Yan when he realized he'd sent that man and the wounded back together earlier. Just as he was at a loss for what to do, he heard the young man speak coldly.

"I've stopped the bleeding from his wounds. Just be careful not to aggravate them. Secure his shoulder with bandages and find a stretcher to carry him."

"More people should be watching over them."

"...I don't need to care."

The team leader remained silent, his gaze fixed on the gash in the man's abdomen that nearly pierced his body, then sweeping over the other wounds, large and small, on his body. He was utterly stunned, like a scene from a famous painting, and practically stumbled forward.

"My ancestors...you're the one who's reckless..."

"Don't you even look at how badly you're injured? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Quick! Find a stretcher to carry him..."

"I said that……"

"Need not"

The team leader froze for a moment, stiffly raising his head to meet a pair of eyes that were utterly calm.

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From that day on, the atmosphere in the entire military camp instantly became much heavier. After all, they were the last line of defense, and there was still no reply from the Fubo Camp regarding reinforcements.

No one knows when this war will end, and no one knows if they will even live to see tomorrow's sun.

And the person who usually smiled and encouraged them... is almost nowhere to be seen.

He was like a man possessed, constantly being forced to accept missions, such as intelligence gathering and repelling afterimages... almost all of them were taken over by that person.

The few times we met, I saw that person running towards another place.

However, many mysterious rumors emerged after that day.

Some soldiers returning home at night often recounted seeing a dark figure suddenly appear where the remnants of the past gathered, then eliminate them all before they could arrive, leaving them in a state of disarray and bewilderment.

Soldiers returning home late at night after their shift change sometimes say they can see a person reeking of blood emerging into the darkness. Each time they try to muster the courage to see who's violating the curfew, they can no longer see that person.

At these times, the wounded soldiers returning home at night would also speak out: shortly after they were injured, they would receive ointment anonymously delivered the next day, or even sooner; they would find something extra in their room as soon as they returned and treated their wounds.

The Night Return Army soldiers, who were still preparing for battle but were suddenly informed that their mission was complete, nodded in agreement.

Sigh... Who was the kind person who did this? It's really hard to guess...

A group of soldiers returning home late at night, wanting to thank that person but unable to find him no matter what they did, let out a helpless cry.

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"Ji Yan! Please!"

"We must persuade him not to push himself so hard! I saw the captain dealing with the remaining elephants alone again last night, and he looked injured..."

"Yeah, yeah... We couldn't find the captain anywhere, and only you could see him..."

In the medical department, Ji Yan looked at the pleading eyes of the people in front of him with a hint of helplessness, while several messages appeared on his terminal.

"I found out tonight that there will be a meeting about the follow-up plans... Captain Wunian will definitely be there! I'll have to ask you to stop him then!"

"……I see"

"Then I'll leave it to you! We still have duties to perform, so we won't disturb you any longer."

Watching the soldiers leave, he lowered his gaze, his hand gradually tightening around the terminal. A mix of emotions welled up inside him. He struggled to close his eyes, then slowly opened them again, looking towards the door.

"Ji Yan... Has Brother Wu Nian been like this lately...?"

"Even you can't find him?"

"……Yes"

"...He values ​​us too much... He'll go crazy if this continues..."

"Even he... has reached his limit, hasn't he?"

His gaze shifted to Nan Chui lying on the hospital bed. Seeing the same pain in Nan Chui's eyes, he wanted to say something but couldn't utter a word. He could only watch as Nan Chui gripped the sheets tightly, his eyes reddening.

"...Ji Yan, do you know what happened back then?"

"Our entire squad was powerless to fight back against the Unpredictable Ferocious Heron, which had already been severely injured by B12..."

"Those wings could have blown them away with a single flap, and I don't know how many people... Under the raging flames, I could only watch helplessly as they turned to ashes..."

"Annihilated... tortured to death... that monster just toyed with human lives like that, even as a Resonator..."

"The only outcome will be being torn to pieces by the other side."

The person paused, their voice choked with emotion, and they closed their eyes, panting, as they continued speaking, their voice trembling.

"I really thought I was going to die there."

"The entire squad... I'm the only one left alive."

"At that time, I was on my last breath and had lost all means of fighting back..."

"I watched those sharp claws lunge at me, and I could even see the dead beckoning to me..."

"But at that time, I also saw Brother Wunian."

"With my last ounce of strength... I chose to ask him for help."

"..."

"A miracle just happened. I saw the sword that had flashed countless times on the battlefield appear right beside me..."

"He pulled me back from the brink of death, and brought me back into this world."

A hush fell over the scene. Ji Yan lowered his gaze to look at the other person, his eyes tightly closed; unknowingly, tears welled up in his eyes as well.

"...So you see..."

"He is the true symbol of miracles."

"If he were to die like this... if he were to remain here..."

"What a tragic thing that would be."

Yes... if someone who so passionately wanted every life to live in this sun-drenched world were to die like this...

How tragic it would be!

Ji Yan was somewhat lost in thought, his mind drifting back to that day: that person's always smiling eyes were as calm as still water as he silently accepted the treatment, not uttering a word for an entire day.

They all thought that he had buried the past deep inside and accepted the reality of those lives gone, but only he himself knew that in the moment when night fell...

The man sat quietly on the rooftop, holding a yellowed register in his hand, slowly reciting the names of those who had departed, his voice very soft...

Yet very determined

If it weren't for the fact that he's a wind resonance user... he probably wouldn't have noticed anything.

"Therefore, fire should be avoided..."

"Please, you must persuade that person."

"Now we're the only ones left on the defensive line, and we haven't heard a word about reinforcements from the Fubo Camp in the rear..."

"This is an unprecedented emergency. That person will definitely do something unimaginable for us!"

"I will"

"People like him..."

"Cannot die"

Looking at the sky outside, another day was about to end. He slowly rose and walked towards the door in a completely different direction from the command post, glancing back at Nan Chui's shocked expression as he explained.

"The teacher knows the follow-up plans better than anyone else... He won't be attending that meeting."

"In contrast, he was more concerned about the overall situation of the battle."

......"

"Today also happens to be the day for analysis and summarization."

"...In this respect, you really understand him better than anyone else."

Nan Chui watched the child's departing figure, slowly closed his eyes, and as if gaining some new understanding, sighed before slowly opening them again.

"As expected... one shouldn't meet someone too amazing when young..."

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Meanwhile, Mo Wunian had just come out of the intelligence analysis department, and his communications were now filled with information he had obtained through "rational persuasion": due to the recent battle and his existing prestige, he was now practically the second-in-command in the entire military camp.

"...a massive residual tide..."

"No response yet regarding support... Could they really be planning to request aid from Kita-irokuno?"

Despite these thoughts, his hands impatiently shut down the intelligence report, refusing to look at it any longer. He struggled to clench his left hand, the pain forcing him to regain control of his body.

"……well"

Hold the line and never retreat!

Aside from letting out a sigh and rubbing his head, he had grown accustomed to the handwriting that would occasionally appear before his eyes—

Since he chose to accept that power and gained some control over space, these abilities have appeared more frequently.

However, these things actually remind him where problems might arise, allowing him to resolve everything before anything goes wrong.

"System, how long until I can get rid of this negative buff?"

"It's so annoying that I sometimes don't have control over my body!"

"Hehe, if the host continues like this, running out to fight monsters in the middle of the night every day, I'm afraid it will be a long time before he recovers..."

"And it's gotten even worse now~"

"There's nothing I can do about it... They make it sound like I want to go..."

"Ah"

Hearing the mechanical voice in his head scoff once more, he was truly on the verge of a breakdown: it was telling the truth! At times like these, he genuinely lost control of his body!

"Host, do you know what's controlling your body?"

"What? What is that?"

"That's the key point..."

"It's your instinct that drives you to do those things."

"Your instinct is to save them."

"..."

The system was truly helpless. It had thought that once the host's instincts took over, the host would at least take better care of itself, but who knew that this was the host's true instinct!

What's etched into my soul... is bringing everyone back!

This is really bad. He was already mentally broken, and now it's impossible for him to recover anytime soon.

"That's not right... I feel perfectly lucid right now."

"Much clearer than before my sanity collapsed."

"What kind of weird problem is this now?"

"That's because your consciousness and body have become disconnected... No, wait!!!"

"It's already that serious?!"

Hearing the system's voice in his mind and seeing the blue panel frantically checking for information, the person at the center of the incident had no idea what had happened.

Some doubts lingered in my mind as I questioned the somewhat dimmed blue panel.

"Disconnection? What kind of new term is that?"

"What does this mean? What does it mean that things will get worse?"

Hearing that its host was completely oblivious to the horror of this situation, the system was nearly frantic. It hurriedly tried to explain, but all it saw was a blue head peering over—