Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 99 Rest in Peace

Of course, it was clear that neither of the two people in front of him had taken his words to heart, and they both pretended not to hear him, a rare occurrence.

"..."

Forget it, resolving this is the most important thing. Let's just pretend we're deaf.

He talks as if he can do anything to the two of them.

He focused his gaze on the space before him, sensing the chaotic frequencies within his mind, but the chaos was so intense that he couldn't even discern the information within.

After thinking for a moment, he reached out again and completed the treatment in an instant. Before Ji Yan and the Wanderer could even react, they heard the voice coming from inside:

"I said, stop looking so tense... We're all on vacation... Who knows when the next event will be..."

"Hey, let's compete together... Go for it... Go for it... Go for it... Overtake him..."

"So many afterimages... Don't come any closer... Save me... Brother Wunian..."

"help me!"

"..."

They heard the sound of a sword slicing through the air and piercing flesh.

【……I am here】

【Live】

After a long silence, he felt that the remaining frequencies could not be adjusted any further. Although he didn't quite remember when he had done this, he saw that Ji Yan was about to shatter again.

"Cough cough cough... I think we need to find out what's going on."

"No matter what the situation, we have to see it to know."

Just as I was about to rush in and be the first to charge, someone grabbed my shoulder and dragged me back. Turning around, I looked into the wanderer's eyes, filled with complex emotions, and for a moment I didn't know what to do. I tried to struggle, and then someone else grabbed my other shoulder.

"Teacher, leave it to us."

"Sonora is generally a hallucination formed by frequencies such as memories and obsessions."

"You are now also composed of frequencies, so to be on the safe side, it's best if I and the Wanderer go."

"Yes, I agree with Ji Yan."

I'm almost in tears. Didn't he used to be prone to becoming a ghost? Now it's different.

The past is the past, and the present is the present. Stop bringing up things from the past!

"No... I really can do it."

"And... I can recognize what these frequencies are."

"..."

"Ji Yan, do you still remember that match ten years ago, and..."

"War?"

Once he regained his footing, he felt those frequencies again, still struggling to reach out to him for help. Only now, only he could perceive them.

"...You mean the Battle of Wasteland?"

"Hmm, if that's the case..."

"Then I have to go."

"They are asking me for help."

Although he had done everything in his power to save people during that war, it was still inevitable that he could only watch those around him die.

He can adjust the frequency, and that ability is enough for him to do some things.

"Can……"

"The unusual fluctuations here are very likely due to the resonance between the vibrational frequency of the dragon boat race and this place. After all, that race back then was quite similar to what you are experiencing now."

Don't forget, I've always been your teacher.

Ji Yan fell silent, his golden eyes filled with sorrow and pain as he looked at him, before finally lowering his hand.

"The wanderer, if it's really as the teacher said..."

Let him go.

"..."

Seeing that both people were clearly in pain, Chao turned his gaze back to the person in front of him. After confirming that the other person was determined, he lowered his hand and sighed.

"...Stay close to us"

Don't let yourself get hurt.

Finding myself unexpectedly an outsider, a wanderer, I could only let the other party cause trouble.

"Let's go then, time waits for no one."

"And let them get it as soon as possible..."

"rest in peace"

As he stepped into the realm of sound, a strange feeling instantly enveloped his entire body: the surrounding frequencies constantly merged with him, attempting to constitute his existence, yet also seemingly trying to dismantle him, allowing him to blend into this world.

After noticing the situation, he quickly brought the surroundings under control, restoring them to normal, and also learned some details from the experience.

"...Just as I thought, because obsession constitutes this realm."

"Because you don't want to become a mere shadow... so you're asking me for help...?"

"They really have had a tough time... If they hadn't held on, there might have been a wave of afterimages here..."

Opening his eyes, he didn't see the Wanderer or the Blazing Flame, but instead a jumble of garbled data, crimson light surrounding him, and error messages constantly ringing out.

"...After accepting that power, I was indeed able to access more and more things."

"So what I'm seeing now... is actually the essence of the domain's structure?"

With a casual wave of his hand, he corrected a string of erroneous code, and he also saw a section of this space disappear, merging into this world.

At the same time, he could also feel the frequency that had gathered around his body disappear, but fortunately, the external frequency quickly replenished it, so he wasn't afraid of becoming a ghost again.

"...No, we can't adjust the frequency of the entire space yet."

"Ji Yan and the Wanderer are still inside; we have to wait until they get out."

Although in his eyes now, the two of them are nothing more than frequencies.

He walked forward, channeling the chaotic frequencies into a path. Ahead, he saw Ji Yan and the other man anxiously searching for him.

【…】

【Mo Wunian】

"..."

As he walked toward the exit, he glanced back and saw a white figure standing beside him.

The man's hair was half white, the clock in his eyes ticking backward, his expression indifferent. He didn't look at him, but stared at the garbled code as if reminiscing about something.

May they rest in peace.

"Will do"

He responded to that version of himself, then ran off into the distance without looking back—

"Ji Yan! Chao Ge! I'm here!"

"I'm fine, are you all alright?"

As soon as he entered, he saw the two of them had dealt with the afterimage and were about to come looking for him. He rushed over, but seeing the worry and panic in their eyes, he was about to speak when Ji Yan abruptly interrupted him.

"Where did you just go?! A section of this space suddenly collapsed!"

"It's dangerous here, you can't afford to get hurt again!"

"I……"

"Mo Wunian, don't leave again..."

For a moment, Mo Wunian was speechless, choked by Ji Yan's words. Looking at Ji Yan, who was slightly emotionally broken, Mo Wunian felt bad but didn't know what to say.

"Ji Yan and Mo Wunian... both of you calm down, it's very dangerous here."

"...If there's anything, we can talk about it outside."

"And Mo Wunian... don't leave us so easily this time either."

Finally, the wanderer stepped forward and brought the situation under control. Seeing the complicated expressions on the faces of the two men, he could only sigh helplessly.

"...I'm sorry, I lost control of my emotions for a moment."

"The wanderer is right, it's still very dangerous here."

"Remember to protect yourself."

Ji Yan realized that his emotions were a bit off, took a deep breath, pressed his brow, and spoke with a hint of apology.

"It's nothing, you were just worried about me."

"And the collapse of that space is related to me... Let's talk as we walk."

Looking at the fallen soldiers of the night army lying in the corridor, his mood wasn't much better. He simply adjusted the surrounding frequencies to let them rest.

"...I learned from Ji Yan that you also participated in this war."

What exactly happened back then?

The three continued walking forward without encountering any more afterimages, which was naturally because someone was guiding the frequency back to normal as they walked.

Hearing Chao's words, he knew what the other party had learned from Ji Yan. Without hiding anything, he spoke calmly.

"Shortly after the dragon boat race ended, an unexpected wave of afterimages erupted on the Barren Rock Highlands."

"Because the incident happened so suddenly, many new recruits were also urgently dispatched to the front lines...including me."

"We won that battle...but the losses were also very heavy."

Even I... couldn't save them.

His expression turned somewhat sorrowful as he spoke of this. Although those who participated in the competition with them were still alive, he hadn't been able to save many of them, and many had passed away before his very eyes...

In the end, I still didn't accomplish anything.

"No"

"not like this"

"The teacher did a great job back then; many people have survived to this day because of you."

You've done enough.

Ji Yan shook his head, denying Mo Wunian's statement.

That person was the last person who should have said those words. He watched that person charge fearlessly to the front lines on the battlefield, he watched that person toil day and night in the military camp analyzing intelligence, he watched that person's spirit gradually break down, yet still persevere to the very end...

That person is already using everything they have to bring more people back.

Hearing Ji Yan's words, Mo Wunian felt a surge of emotion, but quickly suppressed it. Just as he was about to express his gratitude, he suddenly sensed a frequency unlike any he had ever heard before.

Looking up, I saw that person with half of their hair turned white again.

Why can't we save them...? Why can't we save them...?!

[It was so hard to finally get this opportunity...so hard to survive that ordeal...]

Why can't I do anything even after getting here?!

【…】

He glanced sideways at the two people who seemed completely unaware of anything amiss, then subtly turned his gaze to the white figure. He was almost certain that only he could sense this frequency.

How many more times do I have to come back... before I can at least bring them back...?

I think I made a mistake.

This time, no matter how many times I come...

Nothing could save them.

"...Mo Wunian"

His perspective was divided in two: one half corresponded to the present, where the frequencies within this space had all been adjusted by him, and everything had found its resting place.

For the other half of the time, he could only silently watch Mo Wunian walk alone. The surrounding scenery seemed irrelevant to him, rushing by without leaving any trace.

Those once jet-black hairs had, without anyone noticing, begun to show streaks of silver. At first, it was just a few scattered strands, but it gradually spread until half of her black hair was covered in frost.

"What exactly... do you carry on my past?"

He had no way of knowing, after all, his memories had long been forgotten somewhere, and he didn't know what methods he would need to recall them:

Or I can't remember anymore.

But as he watched that figure struggle to take steps forward, he suddenly felt...