Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 14, is it my turn?

"Ding! Host, something terrible has happened!"

Numerous red exclamation marks popped up on the blue panel, only to disappear quickly in the next moment, followed by the system's anxious voice.

"What the hell happened?! What was that eye staring at me? And what just happened on your end?"

He quickly voiced all his doubts, asking anxiously, afraid that the other party would lose contact again at any moment.

The system also seemed to be wary of this possibility, as it even sped up the pop-up window considerably.

"Host! The world's consciousness has locked onto you! You are now their real target for elimination!"

"Your situation is more dangerous than the mission objective."

"The eyes staring at you are probably the embodiment of world consciousness."

"I was just forcibly blocked by the world's consciousness, but fortunately, the other side seemed to be affected by something, and the system only blocked me for less than half an hour."

Upon hearing this news, I instantly felt a chill run from the soles of my feet all the way to my brain, and I was instantly overwhelmed, feeling completely numb.

"How did it get targeted at me...? It's even more dangerous...? What do you mean?"

Pop-up windows appeared one after another, but they all seemed inappropriate, so they were withdrawn, leaving only one dialogue message filled with bright red text.

"Anything deemed a bug by the world's consciousness will be eliminated at all costs."

The bright red dialog box spun and spun in his mind... He felt as if his life was spinning and spun along with it.

"How did they end up locking me up... I didn't do anything..."

"Is it because I changed someone else's fate without my permission?"

However, the system responded with a disapproving voice, suggesting that it would be great if it were really that simple.

"It's not for that reason; changing the fate of other people is a common occurrence."

"Because as soon as a person enters this world, they will inevitably come into contact with all things."

"It is only right to change the existing trajectory of the world."

"but……"

Hearing this damn plot twist happen again, Mo Wunian was really about to break down!

"what happened again!"

"The host was directly targeted and targeted for elimination by the world's consciousness. I've rarely seen a direct order to kill someone like this..."

"However, because the situation was handled promptly, only your physical body has been temporarily identified."

"The soul hasn't been struck yet."

It's that same body and soul again... Who did he offend? He's been doing the same things a model 21st-century youth would do!

"Just tell me what I'm going to go through!!"

"The things around you will uncontrollably want to kill you."

Even unintentional incidents can occur due to various accidents.

"The early outbreak of this wave of afterimages is largely due to this."

"..."

He glanced at Geshulin below, whose battle was about to end, and felt that his future was so bright! So bright that he couldn't even see the future!

"Then... Little White..."

"The impact gradually worsens over time, but because the target of the task has been previously locked out, it will not be affected again during this period."

"This host can be trusted."

But the breath that Mo Wunian had just relaxed was caught again in less than half a second.

"Therefore, the host will directly influence the other party."

Looking at the crying emoji on the blue panel, he didn't know what expression to make in response: So it's his turn to be locked in?

This time, it's truly impossible to stay by each other's side any longer: whether for his sake or for the other person's, running away is the best outcome.

"Why do you always want me to die? All I want is to live!"

He just wants to survive! Is that so hard?

This path to survival—is becoming increasingly bleak.

After forcibly suppressing his emotions, he could only pretend to be his usual self as he watched Ge Shulin walking towards him.

It's best not to let your own messy affairs bother others.

"Little White...is back..."

He stammered for a moment, then coughed a couple of times to try and smooth things over.

Looking at the person who had survived such a battle with almost no injuries, he suddenly realized just how vast the difference was between people.

"Um"

"This wave of residual phenomena is not serious."

"It's manageable."

He shook the blood off his knife, and looking down at the man whose expression clearly indicated trouble, he saw himself reflected in his eyes.

"Wha...what happened..."

He watched as the person reached out their hand, slowly approaching, and then touched his face.

But at the last moment, he stopped, his gaze turning away with a complex expression.

"what?"

Was I almost teased just now?

After a brief moment of thought, he took several steps back, maintaining a safe distance.

An atmosphere of "philosophy" had already permeated their surroundings.

"Little White..."

"You like women, right?"

It's a real waste that such a handsome face isn't used to attract women. If he doesn't want it, I'll give it to him!

"..."

Looking at that face that seemed to be deep in thought, yet whose gaze never left him, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Say something, buddy! Say something! He's genuinely scared.

This topic can't be continued any further; if it continues... he didn't dare imagine what kind of answer he would get.

Timely risk avoidance

"It's okay... You can't rush into dating..."

"No rush...no rush..."

Ge Shulin chuckled softly, his burning gaze fixed on the panicked man before him, a mocking smile flashing across his eyes.

"Um"

He laughed; his entire life had been like walking on thin ice.

The two sat down in this eerie atmosphere. Although Mo Wunian had a fear of homosexuality, he was thinking about something else more—

"How am I supposed to go alone now?!"

He was 100% certain he was going to die—definitely.

He had initially thought that the other party wouldn't care too much after he left, but so much time had passed. He seemed to realize that if he really died, given that kid's personality, he might just fight the boss again.

Then he'll just be playing around with loneliness.

You're already destined to die, why drag someone else down with you?

He decided to follow other people's opinions first, so he moved his buttocks a little closer to the other person and patted their shoulder.

"Little White... I meant, what if..."

"If I die someday... you probably won't do anything about it, right..."

Although he admitted it was impolite to say that, it was a done deal, and he had to be on guard.

Sure enough, upon hearing himself say that, his hand was immediately gripped tightly, causing him a sharp pain.

You won't die.

Feeling a little guilty, she turned her head away, now even more certain that she couldn't tell the other person everything.

"If..."

Seeing the man's attitude, Ge Shulin's gaze turned colder and more stern.

"No ifs"

"If anything were to actually kill you..."

"I will spare no effort to hunt them down to the ends of the earth."

Okay, he knew what he had to do—he absolutely mustn't reveal his true purpose, no matter what.

I tried to pull my hand out of the other person's hand, but no matter how hard I pulled, it didn't budge.

"noob?"

Ge Shulin stared intently at their clasped hands, his calloused fingertips gently kneading the slightly reddened areas where their hands had been gripped. His golden pupils gazed at him with overwhelming emotion.

"do not go"

The tone was undeniably firm, yet he could sense a hint of pleading—the other person truly valued him highly.

"……well"

How could he possibly bring himself to make such a promise that he was destined to never give?

"Ding! Due to the host's influence, the afterimage tide has erupted ahead of schedule—"

Only three days left

"!"

He quickly grabbed the other person's hand and looked "sincerely" at Ge Shulin.

"I'm not leaving, I definitely won't leave anytime soon!"

I don't care about anything else now, so what if I have no shame?

If this continues, the other person will die.

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On the other side of Imaizu

In a vast and tranquil space, a giant dragon coiled silently, motionless.

But the next moment, as if sensing something, the dragon's eyes snapped open, and it looked up at the sky—its face stern, yet also carrying a hint of nostalgia and respect.

"Another expected variable..."

"...It's ahead of schedule..."

The horn closed its eyes again, calculating something in the air, and finally exhaled a breath of dragon breath.

“Master… this time he showed up first…”

Even with the ability to foresee the future, there is still a variable he cannot predict.

But that variable is something he cannot influence at this stage.

But in the end, he chose to close his eyes again and act exactly as he had foreseen—without making a mistake—

On the border defense line, a young man with blue hair held a long spear, his gaze serious as he looked at the sky over the distant plains.

He could sense the sky and sea converging, as if another wave of afterimages was about to erupt.

Ji Yan lowered his gaze, looking at the weapon in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh softly—as a Wind Resonator, and having recently gained the Resonance Ability of the Year Lord, he had undoubtedly become the backbone of the entire army.

But the recent battle claimed too many lives, and if another wave of remnant elephants were to break out... the chances of holding out are extremely slim.

"Jiyan... the test results are in..."

"The frequency generated over there is indeed abnormal."

He nodded, looked at the intelligence report handed to him by the soldier beside him, and finally clenched it tightly in his palm.

"I understand. Tell the soldiers to get some rest..."

"We may have to fight another tough battle later."

The soldier who delivered the intelligence to him was still wounded, and he could tell that the man was having difficulty breathing.

He took out the corresponding medicine from his medicine gourd and handed it to the other party.

"The same to you"

The soldier looked gratefully at Ji Yan, accepted the medicine with trembling hands, and nodded firmly.

"Thank you, Captain... If it weren't for you, Captain..."

"We probably died in that war long ago... General Geshu's order really will kill us..."

Seeing that the other person was about to say those two words he didn't want to hear, he quickly waved his hand to stop them.

"General Geshu was also trying to protect Jinzhou, but his methods were a bit too extreme..."

"But that order almost killed us all!"

After a brief silence, the soldier realized he had offended the other man and the former general. He hurriedly retreated, then turned and ran away.

"..."

Watching the soldier's departing figure, Ji Yan also recalled the night he tore down the military flag and led his troops in retreat.

Blood flowed like a river, the camp was littered with corpses, and people, their minds clouded by the swirling rain, fought and roared at each other, devoid of reason, unable to distinguish friend from foe.

Meanwhile, the remaining specters outside continued their attack, completely surrounding them, and there seemed to be no hope of victory.

After three days of relentless defense under the cover of rain, still no news appeared; everyone was trapped in place by that military order.

He acknowledged that sacrifices are necessary in war... but will such meaningless sacrifices truly bring victory?

"Ji Yan... I believe in you."

You will emerge from the long night and usher in the dawn—with everyone.

"Let me go—"

In that situation, one person shouldered his sword, patted his shoulder, and looked at him with trust: his figure was not tall, and there were even faint signs that he might be surpassed by the teenager.

But this same person, when faced with countless desperate situations, encouraged and motivated himself, and unconditionally helped himself countless times.

Even in such a desperate situation... even in a situation where once you went out, you were destined not to come back...

Yet, against the light of the military camp, carrying a sword, he walked towards the enemy ranks.

It held firm for 3 days and 3 nights

Even though he later made a deal with the horn and gained the ability to transform wind into dragons, he was still a step too late when he arrived.

Just when everything had finally settled down, that figure finally fell.

He died right before his eyes, on the eve of dawn.

A doctor, without a cure, can save lives.

Warriors are powerless to stop the war.

Coming back to his senses from the past, and gazing once more at the distant land that had once claimed the lives of countless brothers and that man, he gritted his teeth and finally turned away.

Although he didn't understand why Jiao wouldn't let him clear General Geshu's name, that order was indeed a mistake under the circumstances.

The most important thing right now is to protect the homeland behind us, to safeguard this land for which countless people have sacrificed their lives.

"This is the last line of defense...we must hold it."

The first thing I did upon returning was to hand over all the intelligence I had gathered to the research institute for study.

It shouldn't be long before a potion to resist the retrograde rain is created; if that happens, that tragedy should be averted.

Now he must shoulder the greater responsibility—hiding his vulnerability as a doctor deep within his heart, he must appear composed, steady, insightful, courageous, and resourceful in front of others.

"General..."

"Military force alone cannot end a war... but merely healing others cannot change the overall situation."

Only by combining the two can we find the true direction.

But in his heart, there was still a flower seed that had not yet been planted.