dognovel Chapter 95 Finally, we've come to the right place.
Chapter 95 Finally, we've come to the right place.
I opened my eyes again, and the light was still white, but this time it had a more technological feel to it. I looked around:
Hmm, the layout is familiar; it should be over at the research institute...
But wasn't he crowing just now? How did he get here? The timeline has gone wrong again?!
“Host…host…”
"Can you hear me...? I'm being censored again..."
"Host……"
The electronic voice was practically trembling from all the shouting. I almost forgot that some poor system had been blocked all along; it looks like they'd been calling him for who knows how long.
"I can hear you, I can hear you..."
"There's no need to call anymore."
"Finally I can hear you!!! I was blocked again!"
"Woooooooo..."
"..."
How could the system feel aggrieved? But thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem to make any sense: being blocked by the same person so many times, even a machine would have a heart attack, right?
"Stop making those electronic whining noises and explain to me what's going on."
"Didn't you say that time was stopped here? How come I'm in the research institute now?"
"Host, this isn't my fault."
“You did return to the original point in time, but the problem is that no matter how I call you, I can't wake you up…”
Then I discovered that my connection with you had been blocked.
"When it first returned, the host's soul was severely shattered... it even lacked the ability to maintain its physical form."
"In the end, it was Ji Yan and the chosen one who rushed out and brought your original body here..."
"About a week has passed now, and during this week, the host's soul has been being repaired by something..."
"I've never seen this kind of method before..."
"So what happened this time?!"
Listening to the blue panel in his mind explaining the current situation, he truly hadn't expected to have spent a whole week in that space.
And that person really didn't lie to him; they did indeed help him repair his soul inside the space.
So it seems... we can indeed believe a little of what they say.
"What else could happen? Besides that guy, how many other people could block you?"
"It's him again?!?"
"Ah—I'll go check it again—"
"The rewards have already been distributed, go check them out yourself!"
Okay, the system is overheating; after all, the blue panel has turned red.
He tried calling out, but as expected, there was no response. Mo Wunian was also helpless about this. After assessing his current condition and confirming that he could move, he sat up...
Then they made eye contact with a man with brown hair and a prosthetic arm.
"..."
"..."
The situation was a little awkward, so I quickly looked down at my body and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that I was wearing clothes.
He raised his gaze again to meet those blue eyes, and this time he could see a hint of confusion and complex emotion flash across them. To ease the awkward atmosphere, he felt it necessary to break the silence first.
"...Hi? How are you?"
“…Um…my name is Mo Wunian.”
"So now... uh, what's going on?"
"Hello, my name is Xiang Liyao, a member of the Huaxu Research Institute."
"It's been a week since you were delivered here. General Ji Yan and the Wanderer brought you here."
"Now that you're in the research institute, I'll check whether the fluctuations in your frequency are stable."
"...How are you feeling now?"
Oh no, I don't recognize the other person.
But upon closer inspection of the face, he realized it was a character destined for the gacha pool: Could this be a character that will only appear after the version update?
"It's fine, I don't feel there are any problems."
"Did anything happen while I was unconscious? And are Chao and the others alright?"
"So... can I leave now?"
Although he had learned some details from the system, he still didn't understand everything that had happened. He stared blankly at Xiangli, watching him type and do something on his terminal, feeling completely bewildered.
"...Yes, the frequency has indeed stabilized...it's not as scattered as when I first saw you..."
"While you were unconscious, General Ji Yan and the Wanderer visited you many times, but most of the time, to prevent the frequency from leaking, I could only let them come for a quick look."
"And this is the first time I've seen such a frequency... It disperses and quickly blends into the external environment... There's absolutely no sense of incongruity."
"Therefore, collecting them is also a difficult task... but fortunately, you and the outside world are in a complementary state... we only need to provide a little guidance to fill the gaps..."
"...This is troublesome."
He patted his forehead, truly surprised that he was in such a state.
He is now a component of frequency, so much so that he has become dispersed and mixed with the external environment. If no one deliberately guides him, or if he actively merges with it... what will happen then?
Abandoning oneself and integrating into the world... that's something incredible.
(The successor—)
"..."
I feel like I'm getting closer to the truth, but there are still many doubts I can't figure out.
This can't go on! Now that he has the reward, he no longer needs to worry about turning into a ghost from time to time due to running out of energy.
Not to mention that he also gained several inexplicable abilities after accepting that power.
Or maybe I should just say goodbye to Chao in a few days and travel alone?
Anyway, I've caused the other person a lot of trouble along the way. Without him, this variable affecting the other person, their journey should be much smoother.
"No trouble at all. You and the wanderers are heroes who saved Ima Province."
"It's my honor to be able to help."
"What kind of hero am I..."
He fell asleep right after the crowing, and did nothing except block someone's afterimage.
Then, when he opened his eyes again, he found himself being carried away. The praise made him feel guilty.
"Don't refuse, this is everything you deserve."
"I just checked again, and you should be able to move around freely now."
"I also sent them the news that you've woken up. I have some other things to take care of."
"If you need anything else, just call Xiangyang. He's a very talented child."
"I go first"
He slowly stood up, nodded gently to indicate that he was alright, but seeing that the person was still walking unsteadily, frequently turning back with eyes full of reluctance and concern, he had no choice but to speak again.
"Really, you go ahead. I'll take good care of myself."
"Um"
That damn gentleness...it reminded him of one of his former students.
Speaking of which, three years have passed since my timeline was skipped, right? I wonder how Ji Yan is doing? But judging from his previous reactions, his character seems to be intact.
He was genuinely terrified by that yandere.
Watching the other person's figure gradually disappear into the distance, he slowly stood up and paced aimlessly around the room:
The familiar technological atmosphere didn't bring him the slightest chill. The room's layout was surprisingly cozy, like a comfortable bedroom, except for several sophisticated instruments placed around the room, clearly designed to stabilize his frequency.
It seems that the person named Xiangli Yao is indeed quite good at taking care of others.
After pacing around a few more times and feeling bored, just as he was about to reach for the door to leave, it was suddenly pushed open first by an outsider. A familiar figure came into view:
Compared to how he looked before he died, Ji Yan's appearance had changed significantly. His once youthful face now possessed a more mature and composed air, and even his signature blue hair was thicker and longer.
Even he felt a little uncomfortable, and the first thing he blurted out was—
"Avoid fire? You've grown so big already?"
"..."
Ji Yan, who had just received the news and rushed over, was stunned when he heard this: How long had it been since that person had called him by that name?
I looked up and met those eyes filled with shock and confusion. A strange emotion welled up inside me, and my hands trembled involuntarily. Trying to calm the turmoil within, I finally managed to utter that long-forgotten address.
"……teacher?"
"it's me"
“Long time no see”
"..."
A little light filtered in from the window, illuminating the person before him. He stood there quietly, meeting the gaze of those smiling eyes.
The face that had been fading in his mind became clear again in that instant: just like back then, that person smiled and led him to a new life.
Three years, a full three years
For three years, he called out that person's name countless times, longed to see that person's figure countless times in the rain on that battlefield, and pleaded countless times at the place where that person was buried... but he never received a response.
He is dead.
He knew this reality, but he was also willing to believe the last thing that person said:
【goodbye】
If we say goodbye, we will definitely meet again.
That person wouldn't lie to him.
He was young that year, but that person already knew everything.
He saw him again that year, and that person was already waiting there.
They will eventually reunite in the sunlight, and meet again in the future.
This time, he finally received a response.
When that person comes back
"...Okay, okay...Three years have passed, why do you still like to cling to me like before..."
"They're all generals now, this can't go on..."
"But these three years..."
"Thanks for your hard work"
"..."
Pulled into Ji Yan's arms, the other person almost buried their head in the crook of his neck, pressing tightly against him. Feeling the other person's body tremble slightly, tinged with a hint of helplessness, they gently stroked Ji Yan's back, whispering words of comfort.
But after I said those words, the other person seemed to hug me even tighter.
And in truth, he did feel somewhat guilty towards the other party: he had simply died and fled at the last moment, leaving this child to handle so many matters, big and small, even his own funeral arrangements...
Not to mention, upon their first meeting, he had absolutely no recollection of this old friend. The thought that this foolish boy had silently waited for him for three whole years, only to return and receive only the reply, "I don't remember you," was unimaginable—the inner torment and despair he felt.
Thankfully, she didn't become a yandere.
Thinking about it this way, the person suddenly felt even more guilty.
Just as he was about to offer a few more words of comfort, he suddenly sensed something, abruptly looked up, and saw another familiar figure standing in the doorway:
His short, black hair was neatly styled against his angular face. He wore a clean and sharp black outfit, and a faint sonic signature was still trembling slightly on his left wrist, as if he was deliberately suppressing something.
What's most striking is undoubtedly those eyes, as bright as gold—unless, of course, they're staring intently at me.
Especially the expression that reminded him of a certain old friend.
"...What are you doing?!"