Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 121 Black Coast

The Moon Chasing Festival came to an end, and Mo Wunian returned to his normal life.

She would occasionally go out for a stroll and inquire about things. Although she would sometimes run into Chixia and her group complaining that she hadn't stayed to take photos with them, she didn't think it was a big deal.

He's never really been into taking photos; he prefers to document other people's lives more.

Recording his own story... perhaps it's a bad habit he developed before?

He always felt it was meaningless.

Rather than writing them down, he preferred to keep these things in his heart, etched them into his very being. He wanted those memories to accompany him as he drifted into his dreams each night.

He could forget himself, but he didn't want to forget those memories.

That was all he had left.

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"Go to Guixu Port City... Is there any news from the Black Coast?"

"...Black Coast...that's a familiar name. It's rare for me to react when I hear it..."

He sat in the teahouse, lost in thought. Ever since he had nothing to do, he preferred to be alone; he wouldn't wander off unless someone called him.

Moreover, he noticed that his condition had been getting worse lately; he would occasionally see inexplicable images, accompanied by waves of headaches.

It felt like someone had forcibly inserted something into his brain, forcing him to accept memories that weren't his own, and he didn't even have the means to stop it.

In those memories, he often saw a coastline with buildings he had never seen before behind him, and he would sit on a rock on the shore, doing nothing but looking at the sea.

The surroundings were noisy, but that version of myself didn't want to participate in anything. I just stayed there all alone, unable to empathize, yet I could hear that person muttering a single sentence to themselves at the end of their recollection...

If my ability could truly save them... then why can I only watch it all disappear?

"...Never mind, let's get there first."

"But I remember the frequency over there was a bit off; there were some problems a few days ago... So, if that's the case, then Chao and the others...!"

Breaking free from his reverie and realizing things weren't as simple as he'd thought, he swiftly used his abilities to create a path and strode inside.

But the moment he stepped into the space, a frequency interfered with him, affecting his accurate positioning. Frustrated, he tried to forcefully correct himself, but all he heard was someone calling his name—

"Mo Wunian...no..."

"You should be called the continuator of the world."

“Hord…my name…as the name of the flower of the Black Coast…”

"Please...remember your duty and identity...break the code at the bottom of this world...end this cycle..."

"Guiding us...to the true future..."

"..."

Realizing this frequency was extraordinary, Mo Wunian disregarded everything else and forcibly remained in the space, attempting to preserve the frequency. However, behind that frequency, he only saw a gigantic eye.

"...world consciousness..."

He instantly lost interest, not even wanting to bother with the bird anymore, but just as he was about to act, he did indeed see the figure of a woman standing behind that eye.

The woman's attire was unusual, likely belonging to a unified organization. He shouldn't have recognized her initially, but the black flower on her hat clearly identified her as a member of the Black Coast.

"Run!!! Mo Wunian!"

"Don't... go back... to the shore... away from Him..."

"Remember...your name..."

The other person was extremely agitated upon first seeing him, almost pleading to be allowed to escape.

Although he didn't know what had happened, after hearing what the other party had said, he didn't plan to stay any longer.

Just as he was about to run away, he turned around and saw a golden streak of light shooting towards him. Just as he was about to be pierced, a blue streak of light from the other side deflected its original trajectory.

【Damn... those guys are crazy... should we let them go back to Darkshore...?】

Seriously...does he even know what that place means to him...?

That was his choice to relinquish his status as a human being...

【The Beginning】

Knowing who had bought him time again, he didn't hesitate and kicked open the spatial barrier, not caring whether his target location was accurate or not, and hurriedly left.

He hurriedly fled the space, nearly tripping and falling to the ground. He clutched his head as he stood up, but the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a lifeless body.

"..."

His mind went completely blank for a moment. He quickly stood up and rushed to the nearest person, crouching down to check if they were still alive.

But it was clear he was too late.

With trembling hands, he placed them on the already cold body. The clothing and the black flower on the body made it clear to him who the other person was.

"How could people from the Black Coast die here?"

"What's going on here?"

He stood up, clutching his head. The surrounding frequencies made him feel extremely uncomfortable; as a being composed of frequencies, he was always sensitive to such things.

But normal frequencies won't affect him... The frequencies here involve a lot of things:

Including his breath

"..."

You should know that he originally had no frequency, so why was he able to recognize that this was an aura unique to him?

His frequency has a burnt, unpleasant smell. That's why he usually doesn't want to pay much attention to his own frequency.

He had tried to find a solution, but any frequency he infused into his body would change like this. He didn't know why, but only in this way could it combine with the original frequency within his body, allowing him to maintain his self-identity.

He abruptly looked up and saw the woman who had briefly appeared in the space. He eyed her warily, his hand already gripping his weapon tightly.

“...Hodd?”

"...It's me, no..."

"To be precise, it's us."

"We have been waiting for you here for a long time, the continuator of the world."

"Can you hear... these countless 'wails'?"

"..."

He closed his eyes, sighed, then opened them and looked at the person in front of him with a complicated expression.

Are you referring to everything I saw during my ascension?

“I not only heard it, I also saw it.”

"I've kept all of that in my heart."

"Hod, or rather, you and the people behind you..."

"Is there anything I need to do?"

After a simple perception of the frequency, he could clearly realize that the person in front of him was not just the will of one person, but everything composed of countless millions of people.

He didn't know exactly why this had happened, but he still managed to say those words.

"...Close your eyes...don't be afraid of the world beyond the darkness..."

"Back to...the end of the world..."

"The responsibility of redemption...is that no one needs saving."

"But you... have decided to ascend to His status and lead everyone into a new world..."

But just as Hord finished speaking, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and a look of terror instantly appeared on his face. He frantically waved to him, signaling him to leave immediately.

"...No...that's not how it is!"

"You're one of us too, you shouldn't have to bear this alone! Don't listen to him!!!"

"Don't go there!!! Run! Mo Wunian!"

Seeing the person in front of him suddenly change his attitude as if he had a split personality, Mo Wunian frowned, wanting to correct the rhythm of the surroundings, but the next moment he heard footsteps behind him.

"Mo Wunian...! Be careful!"

"That's where the abnormal frequency coordinates are located..."

"The source of gravity... must be them!"

The silk thread on her wrist was instantly pulled, dragging her back to Chao's side. Yangyang and a little girl with light blue hair also rushed over from behind. The group warily stared at the figure standing in front of them and assumed a fighting stance.

"Mo Wunian, are you alright?"

"Be careful, the residual frequency is very chaotic, my intuition tells me it's dangerous."

Yangyang quickly stepped forward and explained the situation to the other party.

"The Wanderer and I just learned about the situation here from Zhihua. There's a problematic frequency here... which could very well trigger a new wave of cries of anguish."

"You yourself are made up of frequencies, so it's best to be careful."

With two people blocking his way, and then he himself standing in front of the little girl behind them, a strange atmosphere created as he confronted Hord.

When Hod saw the arrival of the wanderers, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly followed by worry and panic.

"The tuner of the stars...you've come too?"

“That’s great… If it were you, perhaps… no…”

"He...he...chosen you because of you..."

"Don't let him touch anything on that little girl... don't let him..."

But before Hord could finish speaking, he vanished into thin air. Mo Wunian had intended to preserve that frequency, but sensed that it had been absorbed by something else. Turning around, he saw the bag the blue-haired little girl was carrying begin to glow.

"Hey! Why is this thing glowing?!"

"And how does this relate to an antique dealer like me? I just thought this might be related to the Black Coast, so I came here to search for treasure!"

"It seems there's no mistake now..."

Mo Wunian then shifted his gaze to the little girl behind him, searching his memory for a moment. After confirming that he had no recollection of her, he hesitated before speaking.

"You are……"

"My name is Youhu, an antique dealer. I came here to look for clues related to treasures, but who knew I would stumble upon such a bizarre thing..."

"Although this is our first meeting, I've heard about your achievements."

"But I think the best decision now is to explain the situation to the florist and let the professionals handle it."

"And this, you'd better not touch that thing. Leave it to the wanderer."

Youhu briefly introduced herself and analyzed the current situation before handing the wanderer a mysterious item from her bag.

Mo Wunian could also sense the frequency flickering within, the same one he had sensed. After considering both his own space and what he had overheard, he rationally chose not to touch it.

"...Yes, I think Youhu is right. This abnormal frequency is definitely related to the Flower of Demise here."

"And even the other side is warning against letting Mo Wunian come into contact with this thing, so the situation must be quite serious."

"He has a deep-seated obsession with the Black Coast, which is definitely not something we can easily resolve. Yu Hu's approach is indeed the best option right now."

After considering the current situation, Yangyang offered her suggestions, and a look of sadness appeared in her eyes as she gazed at the fallen flowers around her.

The wanderer accepted the item, paused to reflect on it, then looked at Mo Wunian with a complex expression before nodding in agreement.

While taking action, Yangyang immediately informed Yegui of the situation and prepared to remove the remains of those who had been holding flowers.

Mo Wunian did not comment on this, but what that man named Huo De had just said had indeed had a significant impact on him:

The two conflicting statements clearly indicate that they do not share the same objective...

Whose position does one of them represent...? How could he not know?

The title "Continuer"... finally revealed its true meaning to him from the other party's mouth:

For the continuation of this world

"……well"

So now the question of whether or not to go to the Black Coast has become a choice again.

"Mo Wunian... did what that person just said have a significant impact on you?"

"...A little, after all, my past is a taboo subject for many people."

"They say they don't care, but actually no one wants to be kept in the dark like this."

"...So whether or not to head to the Black Coast now...is another problem."

He sighed, rubbing his forehead. Seeing that the other two had finished dealing with their matters, he didn't say anything more. He simply walked over to the wanderer, a somewhat ambiguous look in his eyes.

"After all, in the memories I've seen..."

You were like a ray of light shining upon him.

But he didn't say the rest aloud; he kept it silently in his heart, burying those words forever in his mouth.

"Alright, let's go back and talk to that flower-wielding woman now. I have a very bad feeling about this."

Yangyang, having finished her business, came over and interrupted their conversation. Mo Wunian nodded, and then the group rushed under the bridge, heading back the way they came.

But at that moment, Mo Wunian sensed the emergence of two frequencies. One frequency was peaceful and soothing, while the other was aggressive and clearly hostile.

The drifter sensed something was wrong and quickly raised his hand to signal the others to stop, but the ground began to shake violently. He hurriedly reached out and grabbed Yangyang and Youhu, but nearly lost his footing and fell to the ground.

"careful!"

The wanderer grabbed his wrist, pulling him to his feet. He glanced at him gratefully, but their gazes immediately turned to the afterimage that had suddenly appeared in the sky.

Just as the two summoned their weapons to defend themselves, a blue butterfly suddenly appeared in front of them, quickly enveloping them and defeating the monster before them.

At the same time, Mo Wunian also felt the space rapidly distorting, only this time the target was him and the wanderers.

Seeing the wanderer unconscious due to the spatial distortion, he quickly intervened to forcibly halt the teleportation, warily eyeing the blue-haired woman before him, his weapon already drawn.

"...Don't be afraid."

"I won't hurt you..."

"But have you regained this power to this extent...?"

"What makes you think you won't harm him?"

Despite the gentle tone of the person before him, Mo Wunian did not lower his guard; instead, he looked at the person with even greater tension.

He can also manipulate space, and he can sense that the person in front of him is not an ordinary person. How do you make him not nervous?

"...Yes, you can't remember clearly anymore."

"It's as if, in all those countless cycles of rebirth, we never remembered you..."

"Thanks for your hard work"

"..."

He couldn't understand what the other person was trying to say, but the next moment he felt his consciousness violently jolted, and he painfully knelt on the ground, plunging his sword into the earth. Those images flashed before his eyes once more.

[The shorekeeper... If she were here, the tide wouldn't have to work so hard...]

She has a much better grasp of space than I do... Every time I activate my ability, I don't know which point in time I'll be transported to...

[Chao already has a hard time... I'm really causing him trouble by doing this...]

[A burden]

"..."

This time the impact was more severe than ever before. In the last second before he lost consciousness, all he saw was the blue-haired woman looking at him with concern, reaching out her hand to him—