activa-t Chapter 19 He's the one who bullied me!
Chapter 19 He's the one who bullied me!
And so the story of three people and a sword begins.
As they continued on their way, the wanderer easily dealt with the minor monsters they encountered, as their sword was quite sharp and effective.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to emerge unscathed after activating the red talent with this sword.
Watching the other person's graceful figure and skillful movements, he couldn't help but sigh—no wonder he's Long Aotian.
Watching the other side fight makes me want to fight too.
The sad thing is that I'm just an innocent sword right now; if I want to take action myself, I'll have to wait a while longer.
As this battle came to an end, the wanderer looked at the sword in his hand and seemed to remember something. The next moment, he received a message from the other party in his mind.
"This sword is your true form..."
"Will my use of it in battle affect you?"
He was taken aback for a moment when he heard the question: after all, he hadn't considered this kind of question himself.
But since I fought them all myself and wasn't affected, it shouldn't be a big problem, right?
"System, system, come out and explain this to my brother!"
When you encounter something you're unsure about, just type it into the system; don't worry about anything else.
The system responded very quickly; I watched as I typed away on the blue keyboard for a while, and it soon gave me a reply.
"Based on the current situation, it will definitely have some impact."
"After all, the host's soul is ultimately attached to it. If the damage is too severe, the host won't be able to attach itself so easily."
"But don't worry, there aren't many monsters that can cause this kind of effect right now."
"And once the host's frequency recovers later, there won't be any problems using it."
After thinking about it thoughtfully, I figured that rounding it off would make no difference.
"Brother, don't worry about me! My body is very sturdy, don't fret about me."
"I'm fine with it."
The wanderer listened to the reply, and the word "brother" sounded strangely unpleasant. It was as if the other person should have called him by another name.
"Mo Wunian... you don't need to call me big brother..."
"Bringing you out was my own choice."
"Okay, Trendy Bro"
The wanderer who had been following the group paused upon hearing the name, looking at the sword in his hand with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"What did you just call me?"
At that moment, the person, who was getting into the game, realized that they might have called the other person by the name they usually used in the game.
First, he checked the other party's attitude, and seeing that they seemed to have no objections, he slowly began to speak.
"tide……?"
"..."
Even though it was just a wisp of a soul, it still felt a chill rise up its spine, as if cold sweat was silently trickling down its back. Would this action reveal something?
As the saying goes, if I kneel down quickly enough, no one has any reason to beat me up.
"Um... it was just a slip of the tongue... it should be called 'Wanderer,' right...?"
"No need, just call me that from now on."
To his utter surprise, the other party readily agreed to the form of address, and seemed quite pleased with it. This reaction filled the 21st-century youth with suspicion.
Well, the protagonist must have his reasons for doing this.
"Um"
One man and one sword—that's how the name for this was formed in his mind.
Continuing forward along the path, his keen senses allowed him to spot the stone dragon ahead of everyone else.
The dragon exudes a majestic aura, its form imposing and magnificent, seemingly bearing the boundless power of heaven and earth. Although merely a statue, it inspires awe and reverence.
"Oh my... is this the so-called Lord of the Year...?"
"Indeed, quite imposing."
Turning his gaze back to the tide that was clutching him in his hand, he estimated the distance in his mind: it shouldn't be long before the wanderer leaps into the scene where he meets the Lord of the Year.
"Pah, pah, pah... No wonder he's a protagonist... So pretentious..."
"It only makes me, the transmigrator, look pathetic..."
The three of them were getting closer and closer to the giant dragon. He figured the cutscene was about to play, and sure enough, the next moment he felt a sudden turbulence on the other side of his consciousness—it was clear the Wanderer's side had been pulled away.
But the key question is: why did everything suddenly go black before my eyes too?!
In the pitch-black space, he surprisingly felt he had a body again, but unfortunately, he couldn't see anything. He tentatively moved forward, feeling drenched in sweat.
"What are you doing to me now... System! System..."
He was screaming internally, but in reality, he dared not utter a single word, terrified of provoking someone he shouldn't have.
Now he's just an innocent, weak, and pitiful soul; how could he possibly be the same person who drew his sword and fought the world not long ago?
Oh shit!
"Mo Wunian"
Hearing someone call his name, he shuddered at first, but then recognized the voice.
"tide?"
The instant he turned around, his gaze locked onto the black-haired man standing in the distance. The man's golden eyes gleamed with joy, seemingly tinged with an indescribable emotion. However, the man's attire was completely different from when they first met; intricate dragon patterns snaked across it, silently proclaiming his extraordinary status and identity.
"???"
Where did he jump to? Is this still the wanderer from the beginning of the game? Did he just take him down and make him the emperor in the final chapter?
However, he only saw this one person in the area, and after carefully examining the situation, he couldn't discern any malicious intent. After carefully analyzing the situation, he still stepped forward and walked over.
"Brother Chao? Is that you? What's going on?"
"Um"
The wanderer simply nodded, offering a brief response, and said nothing more. Looking into his own eyes, he saw a longing and…sadness.
Mo Wunian: ? ? ?
Sir, please don't play riddles. Just tell him what you need directly.
What can he possibly know just by looking at him?!
Before he could even ask a question, he felt his surroundings gradually glowing, the gentle light slowly growing stronger until he couldn't even open his eyes to look directly at it.
"Let's travel together again this time."
He recognizes all the words, but why can't he understand them when they're put together?
Through the mist, he could only see the wanderer's figure gradually fading into the distance, slowly receding into the distance—leaving only a gentle smile behind.
He felt his consciousness beginning to fade, and he only had one thing to say about it...
Riddler, get out of Jinzhou!
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Just as he was beginning to regain a sliver of clarity from his daze, he felt someone calling his name anxiously. The voice kept calling, one after another, incessantly disturbing him and making him feel uneasy. He found it all very noisy.
"Still alive... Stop making noise!"
"You won't die that easily!"
He blurted it out, then realized that he had just been called "Wanderer."
"..." (Feeling guilty)
Compared to his own unease, the wanderer felt relieved the moment he heard the other person's voice, and naturally didn't care what the other person said in response.
What happened on your end just now?
Suddenly, I felt as if the connection between us had been severed...
The instant he saw the dragon, he felt his connection with it severed. He was instantly terrified and snapped back to reality.
I called several times before I got a response.
The flustered Mo Wunian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the other party didn't hold his previous behavior against him. He then began to think about how to explain that he had met another wanderer:
"Hey trendy guy... have you ever imagined what you'd look like wearing a really stylish outfit?"
"?"
Seeing that the other person seemed completely clueless, he tried explaining it again.
"I've seen a more sophisticated you."
"??"
It seems like I haven't explained it clearly yet, so let me say one more sentence.
"She looks just like you, but her clothes make her look stronger."
"..."
Seemingly realizing that what he said was impolite, and especially since his true form was still being held by the other party, he decided not to explain further.
After all, I was afraid that I might accidentally reveal the ending of the story, and then there would be no more stories to tell about this game.
However, judging from the probing look on the other party's face, it seemed that he wasn't so easy to fool.
"Damn it... This must be at least a giant wave-level afterimage!"
Chixia's voice rang out at just the right moment, drawing his attention: "It's so so comforting!"
Yangyang also noticed that they seemed to have encountered an accident, and her eyes held a hint of determination as she looked at the wanderers.
"It seems that Chixia has encountered danger, the Wanderers...!"
Left with no other choice, the wanderer could only temporarily suppress his inner doubts and follow the other party to resolve the remaining issues.
Hmm...super fast. He only saw the other party take out their true form, then with a few swift slashes, finish off the remaining elephants with a simple turn.
Elegant, so elegant!
How can you let someone who's being hunted down from the very beginning have the nerve to do that?
Seeing that the danger had been easily averted, Chixia breathed a sigh of relief and looked gratefully at the drifter and Yangyang.
"That was close! You two worked together pretty well on your first time."
"The beacon point is just ahead; it offers some protection..."
Seeing that he had escaped a disaster, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then tapped the system again.
"Tell me... what just happened to me, Thomas?"
"I suspect you skipped straight to the finale."
The system was also dumbfounded. Having mentored so many hosts, this was the first time it had encountered such a frequently unexpected and illogical entity.
"We don't know either... The system isn't omniscient or omnipotent... We just provide auxiliary functions for each host."
Explore it for yourself.
"Okay," I said, then sent him a goodbye emoji. Then he ignored me again.
What could he say? He couldn't say anything; he was too lazy to even muster any more impotent rage. All he needed to do now was lie inside the sword, do nothing, and sense the frequency.
After all, while following the wanderer, he unexpectedly discovered that his perception frequency was much more efficient, which meant that his physical recovery time was also much faster.
Such a good thing should definitely be enjoyed!
"Sigh...no wonder so many people are willing to be kept..."
"This kind of life is really great!"
After working so hard for so many months, it's good to relax a bit.
At this moment, the wanderer who was walking with the other two suddenly stopped and paused—finally realizing that the reaction was coming from his own sword, he could only smile helplessly and continue following.
At least for now, the person still slacking off in the sword is unaware that their reactions can actually be detected by the other party.
"Once you leave the valley, it's just a short walk to Jinzhou City!"
After a long trek, the three of them and the sword finally stood on the hillside. Extending a sliver of his divine sense, he looked at the somewhat familiar but limited scenery before him, finding it all incredibly novel.