Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 15 Slaying this damned sky!

Meanwhile, on the Changluo Plain, Ge Shulin looked at Mo Wunian, who was gazing at him with "deep affection," and felt his ears burning. He quickly looked away.

"……really?"

"That's more real than gold! When have I ever lied to you? If I ever lied to you, may I not be reborn as a human being."

After his conscience was devoured by the system, he felt he could now tell lies with such ease that they would move people to tears and make ghosts spit on them.

The system immediately exclaimed that he was a complete scumbag.

"Host... is it really okay for you to deceive the feelings of an innocent young man like this?"

On the surface, he looks at the other person sincerely, expressing his determination, but inwardly he's already furiously complaining about a certain system.

"This was all forced upon us by certain forces. Who would willingly choose to die for no reason?"

"And how did I cheat anyone?! And how is this kid innocent?!"

"Do you want to listen to what you're saying? I'm a 20-something-year-old virgin and I haven't said anything."

"We know the host is a virgin~ But the other person is too~"

"Someone even older than you~"

"That doesn't prove anything! He can't find a girlfriend, he just doesn't want to!"

"I can't find it, I really can't find it!"

In his mind, Jian Dan argued with the system for a while, but his gaze inadvertently fell on the bright red countdown, and he fell into a long silence.

"Only two days left..."

Before I knew it, the day was almost over.

Time flies like an arrow, and the days pass like a shuttle.

After a brief moment's thought, I realized that time was extremely tight; just getting there might take half a day.

Not to mention that some time also needs to be spent preventing the opponent from releasing the afterimage tide.

He also had to thank his system for securing the reward in advance and sending him the advanced version of the Qi Gathering Technique; otherwise, just getting through would have been a problem.

After all, the closer you are to the boss, the stronger the monsters you fight. No matter how outrageous his current strength is, it's impossible for him to kill all the other monsters before even engaging the boss.

"Mo Wunian, well... it's settled then."

"Don't lie to me."

He nodded frantically, demonstrating his credibility:

He's lied before; who hasn't lied during their school years? Lying once isn't a big deal.

"Hmm! If you still don't believe me, we can pinky swear."

He then quickly extended his little finger, smiling at the other person—he himself couldn't tell he was lying.

"……childish"

Ge Shulin glanced away, looked at the outstretched hand, and muttered something under his breath.

But despite saying it was childish, he still extended his right hand, hooked his little finger with the other person's, and made a pinky promise.

"Pinky promise, hang yourself, for 100 years!"

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After completing each and every step of the process, he himself began to doubt whether he would actually run away again.

He recalled the struggle he had with his ancestors before he transmigrated.

Looking at the time and the sky, now was the perfect moment to make a run for it.

"Cough cough cough... Shall I keep watch for you?"

Ge Shulin shook his head, lowered his gaze to the person in front of him, indicating that he alone was enough.

"Although the recovery isn't significant, it's enough to cope."

"Go and rest."

Once again, when those eyes met his, he felt his heart tremble slightly, but he quickly concealed it, patted the other person on the shoulder, and smiled.

"Then I'll head back now. Just call me if you can't hold out."

"No, there won't be."

He had already walked quite a distance away, but the wind still carried his words into his ears.

"..."

He chuckled softly; he naturally believed the other party possessed the ability.

But unfortunately, this was a deadly situation for him.

Back in his room, he was still pondering what to take with him when he suddenly realized the ironic truth—after all this time in this world, he had nothing but that sword.

In other words, besides this essential sword, he had nothing else.

"...System, do you think I can make it tonight?"

"What if that kid finds out?"

Just as the system was about to reply, a pop-up window appeared on the blue panel first.

"Ding! The 150th review has been passed. The 'Courage and Strategy' feature is now activated."

Just moments ago, I was wondering what strange function I had activated, when a blue panel automatically appeared and quickly drew a red route.

"Wow... this feature is really novel!"

After carefully examining this route, I noticed that it not only clearly marked the destination and all the place names along the way, but also thoughtfully included a red-list classification for different levels of access.

And... travel slogans

Have a safe journey!

Is it just his imagination? Something feels off.

I feel like I wish he would die a quick and painless death.

"If the host follows the route planned on the panel, it should take about half a day to get there."

"As for whether they'll find out... they'll definitely be found out."

He rolled his eyes, utterly speechless as he stared at the sentence that popped up in front of him.

"Guess why I asked you that?"

"Of course I know what the host is thinking~"

"It's true that you'll be discovered eventually, but with a little manipulation by the host, the other party might discover you even after you're dead."

"..."

Even though he knew he was going to die, he still felt annoyed and upset when he heard his system say that.

"After I die... I should still be able to have a physical body again, right?"

Hearing the constant tapping sounds coming from the blue screen, he felt a sense of bewilderment: only then did he suddenly realize that he was about to face his death—

The kind where even the physical body cannot be preserved.

Why didn't he think about it so much before? It's only now that he's feeling nervous and scared.

"Don't worry... even the world consciousness would have a hard time dealing with the host's soul."

"Containing flesh"

"If the host wants to leave without being detected, all they need to do is use frequency manipulation and the Qi gathering technique to conceal their presence while simultaneously creating the illusion that they are still there."

After making some simple arrangements as instructed by the system, he was about to leave with his sword slung over his back when he suddenly stopped. He returned to his desk, took out the paper and pen he had brought from the camp, and left a letter.

"Now everything should be foolproof."

After all, given that kid's "fight-obsessed" personality, he was genuinely a little worried.

After arranging everything, he pushed open the door once more and stepped out into the quiet night—

Quietly

"I really didn't realize... it was this effective?"

The rain started falling again, and he watched the strange scene of raindrops returning to the sky the instant they hit the ground. He had no time to appreciate it, lowering his gaze and continuing forward, braving the slight frost.

"Host...he trusts you a lot."

I trust you a lot.

He naturally encountered many afterimages along the way, but for him now, they were just small monsters that could be killed with a single strike. However, he avoided them if he could, not wanting to waste his stamina on such things.

Upon hearing the system's evaluation of the other party, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"That's a good thing... The fact that he trusts me so much means he won't be visiting me anytime soon."

"Hopefully, my letter...can persuade that kid not to act impulsively..."

"Anyway... after I achieve my goal... the opponent will regain their original strength..."

Then there's no need to worry about that person's safety anymore.

The wind whipped his face from high above, but this pain was nothing compared to the countless times he had survived and recovered from severe injuries.

In that instant of looking back, all he saw was a shattered world, and looking further into the distance, he could make out what appeared to be buildings from Imaizumi—but beyond that, he couldn't make out anything else.

Because he had cultivated the Qi Gathering Technique, he could conceal his aura very well. As long as he didn't actively wander in front of the afterimage, he wouldn't be detected.

But along the way, he encountered not only remnants of the past, but also cries for help left over from that war.

Even transformed into a monster, it still pleads, begs for help, and grieves...

But he couldn't stop.

As they drew closer to their final destination, the monsters around them could sense that their strength had increased not just by a single level, but by an increasing number.

He manipulated the frequency, guiding them in another direction, while he himself stepped on the loose stones and soared into the sky—

"Can someone like me, who's been labeled a bot, really cripple the opponent...?"

"Stopping the afterimage tide should be left to the protagonist, shouldn't it...?"

"A loser like me is really the protagonist..."

From the darkness to the impending dawn, he could feel the sky and sea converging faster and faster, their frequency growing stronger—the afterimage tide was about to erupt.

The road ahead was full of potholes, making it uneven as he walked, and he almost tripped several times.

The road ahead seemed shorter and blurrier. I rubbed my eyes hard, trying to see the unknown future clearly. But then I realized I was crying.

It was my own tears that blurred the future.

"You didn't cry for so long before... You didn't cry when you knew you were going to die... What's the point of crying now..."

From unintentionally altering the plot, to gradually getting to know that person, and then deciding to repair the plot and save them from the world's consciousness...

Now it turns out that I am the bug, the one who needs to be eliminated.

How should I put it? It's like I was originally going to sacrifice myself for others, but now I'm fighting for myself.

It's quite a contrast; she's such a good writer.

"Garbage plot..."

"So many plot twists that make me furious... Damn it... Life is so cruel..."

Fortunately, he could previously claim to be a great person who sacrificed himself for others, but somehow he ended up bringing everything back to square one.

Now even boasting won't work—

But he never seemed to have considered this: from the very beginning, his only thought was to sacrifice himself to save the other person.

I don't know where this mindset comes from. Maybe it's from the education I received in the modern world, or maybe it's from my childhood experiences, or perhaps it's the feelings I had after traveling with this person...

"Anyway, I can find a way to come back to life after I die... I'll be a hero again in three years!"

But Xiao Bai is different: if he dies, he can only return to the original storyline and fight the Lord of the Formless Demon for three years to regain control.

He stumbled into the cave; he had reached the end of the path. Now, all he had to do was go inside and start fighting the boss.

Looking at the ominous statue before him, he didn't even need to consciously perceive it; he could feel a powerful sense of oppression even through it—making him feel powerless.

A harmonious battle is about to erupt.

In this solemn atmosphere, a mechanical voice reappeared in his mind, reminding him...