Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 94 Please Return to That World

When he opened his eyes again, he was once again greeted by that endless expanse of holy white. Slowly rising, he found himself in a pure white space, seemingly surrounded by infinite light.

However, unlike before, a door suddenly appeared in front of him, standing there quietly, seemingly waiting for him to open it.

Is this Imaizu? It can't be!

So where did this come from?!

"System...system..."

There was no unified response; as expected, things have fallen apart again.

Why have I gotten so used to being thrown into all sorts of random places every now and then?

He stepped to the door and looked around. The more he looked, the more something seemed off: why was it almost exactly the same as the modern style?

Apart from a "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging on the door, it's exactly the same as the door of his old house.

He remembered that the gate of Mingchao was somewhat different from reality, right?

This is not simple; there's a big problem at first glance.

So, should he push the door open and go in?

Not at all afraid of arriving in a slightly unfamiliar space, Mo Wunian just started circling around the doorway, going around and around, touching the doorknob and then letting go...

Finally, someone pushed the door open.

Are you coming in or not?

"I've been waiting for you at the door for ages. Aren't you dizzy from pacing around like this?"

"The outside space is unstable; coming in will help you repair your soul."

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to disturb you..."

"Wait...you're that hooded guy?!"

My first instinct was to apologize, but as soon as I looked up, I saw that white hat.

That familiar image, that familiar feeling... isn't this the guy who wanted to open his heart to me last time?!

Speaking of which, it seems like the last time it ran into a different space... So, this is like trespassing on someone else's home turf?!

Looking at the person in front of him, whose face was obscured by a white hood, he could inexplicably sense that the other person was somewhat speechless and a little helpless.

"Come in, don't call me 'System' anymore."

"I've blocked it again."

"..."

My system is inexplicably useless; how come it keeps getting blocked by one person so many times?

Now he faces another choice: to go in or not?

Last time, I almost got killed because I was too weak in my defenses. Wouldn't it be even more dangerous if I went in and went straight into their lair this time?

And what does "repairing the soul" mean?

"I know you have many problems, and you don't really trust me anymore."

"But you can't get out of here; I haven't found the line yet."

"If you come in and help look for it, maybe we can get you back sooner."

"It's also a good opportunity to repair your damaged soul after taking that sword strike."

"...You're not going to mess with me again, are you?"

The instant those words were spoken, Mo Wunian seemed to see the person roll their eyes in exasperation, then casually push open the door and pull him inside.

"Pah, why waste my breath talking to you now?"

"Just bring them in, I don't care what you say."

"???"

Just like that, he was grabbed by the hand and pulled inside. The force wasn't strong, just enough to move him.

But in that instant, he didn't think of struggling; instead, he felt a faint sense of peace.

He took that person's hand, and he went home.

He followed the person inside, and the room's layout was all too familiar to him: wasn't this the same room as before he transmigrated?

The familiar bed, the familiar desk... even the computer is still there?!

The only difference is that there are traces of another person living in many places, but otherwise there is nothing else:

So he really didn't travel back in time?!

"You're familiar with this place; it was specifically designed this way when this space was set up."

"It's a pity you can't remember anything now... and you're incapable of remembering anything anymore."

Slowly settling back into that long-unused chair, my fingers lightly touching the mouse, an indescribable sense of familiarity instantly welled up inside me. This familiar feel of operation, I could finally relive it.

Then I tried to see what was on the computer, and a password popped up.

"Hiss... What is my name...?"

"What kind of weird password is this?"

He tried entering his name, and when he saw several large red "Incorrect Password" messages appear on the screen, he knew things weren't so simple.

He tried typing in a few more familiar names, even the world consciousness, but still failed.

He patted his head in frustration, trying to recall something, but he really had no recollection whatsoever.

"Hmm~ If you can't remember, then don't think about it."

"It would be better if you came here and helped me sort out these lines... You got them all crumpled up into a mess by that pretentious guy..."

"I'm really speechless... It was right here when I sent you over..."

"How come I can't find it..."

After being patted on the shoulder, he had no choice but to abandon his actions and follow the person into another room.

Watching the person push open the door and follow them inside, the moment they stepped in, ripples appeared on the transparent floor, as if telling a story.

The water rippled gently, reflecting his silhouette and that of another person. Yet, in the deeper depths, countless indistinct figures seemed to lurk. Each time he tried to focus, his vision would suddenly blur, and a splitting headache would instantly overwhelm him.

"..."

"Don't look at these; these aren't the things you need to deal with right now."

"My mistake... I almost forgot you weren't supposed to be here..."

A pair of cold hands gently covered his eyelids, and a faint blue light swept past his eyes. The pain gradually dissipated until it vanished without a trace.

When he slowly opened his eyes again, the figures that had once made his heart pound had vanished without a trace, and what greeted his eyes was a completely different scene:

Countless threads hung in the air, intricately intertwined, like a chaotic, tangled net.

While he was still lost in thought, he saw that figure slowly walk in, sit down, and then...

He started to tug at the threads in frustration.

"You used to handle these things... Ever since you left, that old bastard has handed them all over to me..."

"Why doesn't he come down and do the work himself... all he does is look for other people to do the work..."

"I'm already annoyed enough, and now I have to be chased by someone every day... I've really had enough of this kind of life..."

Quietly stepping over the lines, I crouched down beside the person, trying to glimpse their face. However, everything was completely obscured by the hood, making it impossible to make out anything. Unwilling to give up, I moved a little closer, only to unexpectedly collide with the person's face.

"What? You finally want to see what I look like?"

Unfortunately, you can't see it clearly because it's blocked.

"It would be better to help me organize these lines and lighten my workload."

"This will help me find where I lost that cable."

He wasn't given a chance to refuse; the hooded man shoved a ball of thread into his hand. Looking at the thread, he felt a strange familiarity, as if he had indeed done this kind of thing before.

It just doesn't seem that complicated?

"Hey buddy...you have to tell me what's the point of untangling all this yarn..."

On the surface, he was still complaining about the other person's behavior, but in reality, he had already started to help the other person with their hair, and even turned his head to check on the other person's condition.

"Each line is a world, also known as a world line."

"???"

My hand trembled, and I almost dropped a thread. I quickly retrieved it, then looked in utter shock at the hooded man beside me who remained completely unfazed, even frantically pulling at the threads. Startled, I rushed over to stop him.

Why didn't you say so sooner?! Your actions are extremely dangerous!

"What if it gets torn?!"

"I don't want to be burdened by the lives of people from the previous world!"

"They deserved to die! Besides, it's just a timeline, it's not a big deal."

"what?"

Shocked yet again, Mo Wunian looked up at the hooded figure who seemed completely oblivious to the seriousness of the situation, momentarily speechless.

"Let whoever wants to save this damn world save it! Why should it have to be you, you idiot!"

“Clearly you did this for ■■■■■■■……even■■■■■…”

"Being... for so long!"

“■■■■……”

A series of telegrams arrived: they were genuine telegrams, accompanied by a series of beeping sounds.

He watched the other person stamping their feet and talking for who knows how long. If there hadn't been no water nearby, he would have offered them a glass of water so they could rest.

"Um...are you okay?"

"Why don't you take a break? You look quite tired."

"Cough cough cough... It's okay, I'm not tired... Anyway, not as tired as you were before."

"I'm so fed up with this censorship..."

Judging from that clenched teeth sound, he doesn't seem to be alright; his blood temperature is probably rising again.

"If you can block the system directly, how come you're still being blocked from speaking?"

"You seem pretty awesome."

"It's not yet ■■■■■..."

"...This can be blocked too?"

A long silence followed; the atmosphere between the two was so tense it felt as if a flock of crows could fly by.

"Just know that I was forced to do this, that's all."

"I can't tell those truths; anything related to them will be erased."

"So I really didn't mean to be a riddle teller... I just really can't answer it..."

"..."

"I don't want you to remember those things... but you have to remember them..."

"……sorry"

After a brief outburst, he watched as the man's voice gradually faded, until he finally curled up into a ball, sitting alone in the center of the intertwined threads, floating on the water's surface.

"Why are you apologizing... It's not your fault that you couldn't say those things..."

"Whether I can remember or not is not really my concern... Don't be like this..."

My heart aches

Seeing the other person like this, Mo Wunian felt a sharp pain in his heart.

But clearly, he only had a few memories of each other, and the other person even seemed to have wanted to kill him at the beginning...

But he couldn't stop the heartache; he couldn't bear to see even the slightest thing.

Unable to comfort anyone, Mo Wunian anxiously circled around again, once, twice... then seemed to find something, hurriedly picked it up, and handed it to the other person.

"Didn't you say you were looking for some kind of cable...? I don't know either..."

"But this line looks familiar... Do you think it is?"