Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 1: Luck won't save you from bad luck, and money won't change your fate.

[Poor writing skills, many personal interpretations in the plot]

[There is a risk of being betrayed at any time; please watch with caution.]

[Brain storage location]

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"I'm fed up with your system."

"Look what I've done to you!"

On the scorched earth, a black-haired boy was trudging along with difficulty. His attire was simple: a sweater underneath a black trench coat. The ground beside him was cracked, with glimmers of light shining through the fissures, but an ominous aura followed.

The boy carried only a fairly sharp sword, and was dodging the rising black mist while searching for a way to the town.

The expression on the other person's handsome face was definitely not good, and he was saying something that no one else could understand—and all of this started a few hours earlier.

The sun was just beginning to rise, and sunlight streamed through the window onto the bed. Because the curtains were open, the boy was finally awakened by the sunlight.

"Ding ding..."

He slammed the alarm clock off and struggled to get up.

After a quick wash and brushing my teeth, I combed my hair and effortlessly sat down at the computer.

Welcome back: User Mo Wunian

Mo Wunian familiarly opened an app and downloaded a game called "Mingchao".

As the download completion icon quickly appeared, a wicked smile instantly spread across his otherwise handsome face.

With a flick of the mouse, a certain god was deleted.

Goodbye! I hope you enjoyed your roles over the past three years.

"This was an old rule during the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties."

Yes, it was him—Mo Wunian.

A very experienced gamer

He considered himself a good person, having never done anything illegal in all these years.

Even though his parents are divorced, he is legally required to support both parents: he has not wronged anyone.

But then one day... he downloaded a game called 0 God.

From then on, his wallet was empty, but even so, he consistently maxed out his base stats and track points! After struggling for three years, he finally heard about a new open-world mobile game being released.

He'd had enough of life there! This was his chance to create his own legend here.

"Mingchao, is it... You'd better not disappoint me..."

The screen lit up, and he made a quick prediction just before the server opened, then opened the game and managed to snag a reasonably good UID.

After a few hours of gameplay, the game's instructions led to the gacha system.

"I remember this season's featured character was a general named Ji Yan. The strength of the featured characters at the start of the game is generally acceptable."

"Then let's take a look and get through this first."

Then he walked up to a sword: it was left to him by some ancestor he didn't know—anyway, his parents didn't want to keep it when they divorced, so they gave it to him.

He clasped his hands in prayer a few times in front of him... then suddenly turned his head and pressed the card draw button.

Okay, there's nothing there.

"It's nothing... hahaha..."

"It's normal not to get any gold items on the first 10-pull..."

Then I pressed the button for a second ten-pull, a third ten-pull... still nothing.

"I knew it... Oh well, I'll just spend some money on in-game purchases."

"This stuff still works."

After a flash of blue-green light from the modifier, his Star Voice suddenly gained a bunch of...

"This still isn't enough to subdue your Ji Yan!"

"Be a good girl and become my character!"

After dozens of flashes of purple light, he finally saw the gold.

With an excited heart and trembling hands, he was ready to welcome the general's entrance.

"Opening greetings, may all evil be warded off, and may peace and tranquility prevail! Ha!"

That white figure, that short figure, that figure that had absolutely nothing to do with green.

He felt a sudden darkness engulf him, and nearly fell off his chair.

"It went wrong?! You're telling me, I spent 648 yuan and it went wrong like this?!"

"What's that crooked thing? A snow leopard?!"

This infuriated Mo Wunian so much that he unleashed a "Cao Cao Rice Bowl" move, slamming the cup down on the table with a loud crash.

Looking at the snow leopard still jumping around in front of him, his face flushed.

"Very well, very well, Ji Yan is quite something!"

"I gave you a chance, but you failed! Just wait..."

"I'll sell everything I own today to take your life!"

He's gone mad, completely mad.

"I'm going to show you what it means to give you a full set of constellations but not a single constellation you can activate!"

Enraged, I opened the recharge page, spent several 648 yuan recharges, and then opened the gacha page again.

"Ji Yan! Do you want to see what it's like when your dear players throw money at you...?"

"You just wanted to see me use money to get you out of here! Why don't you want to come with me now..."

"Playing hard to get, is that it?... Playing with me... you're definitely my type..."

"Why are you out now... I knew it would be someone like you..."

And so it went wrong every time, but every time I forced a win with a big safety net.

Despite her efforts, she still managed to draw a full set of lives.

He felt great, but then he cried when he saw his empty wallet.

"Why am I so unlucky? Is it like this no matter which game I play...?"

He twisted his head and looked at the sword he had kept so well hanging on the wall, then smiled again, his lips almost curling upwards.

"Our ancestor hasn't even used up his lifespan yet... Now you can't blame this unfilial son."

"You know, I've been taking good care of this sword for a long time."

He took the sword down from the wall. The traces of history on the sword were still very obvious. It was a bit heavy, but not difficult for someone like him who had done a lot of work.

I placed it on my computer desk and kowtowed three times.

At the same time, the gacha screen in the game was moved to the weapon pool.

"Today, I, Mo Wunian, am willing to exchange the hundred years of my ancestors' lifespan for a perfect ten-pull of gold weapons in the weapon pool!"

"Give it to me!!!"

As he watched the golden light appear on his screen, he felt a very ominous feeling creeping from his chest to his limbs.

"Huh? It's really out?"

He tapped the first time and a weapon appeared. Looking at the golden light, he was suddenly afraid.

"No... is it too late for me to take it back now?"

He placed his already trembling fingers back on the mouse and clicked repeatedly.

First round... Second round... Fourth round...

Mo Wunian fell silent, staring at the blinding light on the screen. He had never felt that his ancestors' lives had been so fortunate.

Ten consecutive pulls, all gold!

"Why didn't you say so earlier! Now I've had to spend ten 648-yuan draws for that brat Ji Yan!!!"

He was truly filled with regret—he regretted that his ancestors had such longevity, why didn't they use it sooner!

Looking at the sword he had placed on the table, he still had the conscience to put it back.

Just as he picked up the sword and turned to walk towards the wall, he stepped on the tissue he had used that night.

He felt his body become incredibly light, and the already heavy weapon in his hand completely slipped from his grasp. The sword, soaring high... was now hurtling towards his brow.

"Damn it!!! Ancestor, you're taking revenge on me from below, aren't you?!"

In the last second before losing consciousness, it became clear—it's best not to gamble with someone else's lifespan.

Who knows who might end up getting hurt?

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"Ding... System binding in progress..."

"...Do you accept?"

In his hazy state, he only felt a darkness before his eyes, and he seemed to hear something that sounded like a child trafficker trying to lure him...

Why should I care about temptation when I'm already dead?

"Connect! Connect! Connect!"

"...Ding! Binding successful"

Just after he heard the unknown creature say "Binding successful," the world before him suddenly brightened. Standing on the ground, he was surrounded by pure white snow. When he gently touched something, it reflected light and rippled outwards.

"...So being sent away by your own ancestors can also lead to time travel?"

"Congratulations, host, you have successfully bound!"

The next moment, he felt waves rising beneath his feet. He instinctively protected himself, and then he saw a cube emerge from beneath his feet.

Looking at the churning thing in front of him, even though he hadn't read many online novels, he could probably guess that this was what was known as a system.

"Are you the system?"

Humans are naturally fearful and curious about the unknown, and they will naturally observe it with caution.

"Yes"

"But the reason I was able to bind you wasn't through legitimate means."

Slightly puzzled, he propped his chin up, examined the items in front of him, and tried to ask...

"What does it mean?"

The cube changed direction, instantly projecting a sword at him, and then threw it back at him.

"grass!"

Fortunately, the opponent clearly didn't intend to kill him; the sword moved very slowly in space, and he easily caught it in his hand.

He glanced at the sword in his hand, and his lips twitched.

"Isn't this the one hanging in my room? You're not my ancestor, are you?"

The cube turned upright, floated in front of him, and explained everything to him.

"No"

"But because this sword connects to space, it's possible for me to come from other dimensions."

"And then I bound myself to you."

He toyed with the sword in his hand; he had learned a little swordsmanship before.

Although I'm not particularly good at handling long pieces, I can still manage simple tasks without much trouble.

Before long, the other person mentioned that the sword had a remarkable history, even involving something like space.

This didn't frighten him; he treated the sword in his hand like a precious treasure.

"What? You're saying that this sword, which I used to hang outside my door every day as a kitchen knife, is connected to some kind of space? And then, conveniently, you can use it to bind yourself to me?"

"How come I didn't know this thing was so awesome?"

Although he experienced being killed by his own ancestor's sword, and now he's been bound to a system...

But he was still quite surprised that his ancestral sword actually possessed such amazing capabilities.

"Yes, but it requires specific personnel to activate."

He looked around the space, and after confirming that he was alone, he stretched out a finger and slowly raised it, finally pointing it at himself.

"I?"

Why can't he understand?

"Based on the fluctuations in space... it really is you."

Alright? Although he hadn't expected to one day possess a system that was standard for protagonists, now that he had it, he might as well enjoy it.

"Well... now that you're a system, reviving me should be pretty easy, right?"

"Giving away a few cheat codes on the side shouldn't be too difficult, right?"