Mingchao: The Survival Journey of a Comedian

Chapter 5 Traveling Together

"Phew... I feel incredibly strong right now! If I were in that situation again, I could definitely slaughter everyone!"

He opened his eyes, slowly exhaled, and saw that the sky was gradually brightening. Looking at the sunrise, he couldn't help but sigh—

"I have to see this scenery for myself; it's so much more beautiful than what I see on the computer."

This is his second day in this world—another beautiful day.

After a night of cultivation, he had completed the first step of his practice: drawing qi into his body.

It went incredibly smoothly, as if the technique was made for him from birth.

He stood up, squinted his small eyes, looked at the tree in front of him, and a restless thought stirred within him.

(Tree: I have a bad feeling)

He channeled the energy within his body into his hand, gradually gathering it into a cloud of mist. Then, striking a very chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) pose, he swung it fiercely.

The blade of energy hurtled towards the tree with lightning speed, leaving a huge gash in the trunk and knocking leaves from the branches. The loud noise reminded someone of the sound of accidentally falling down while collecting bird eggs as a child.

"Wow, that's awesome! Good thing I held back!"

"As expected of me!"

With his left hand on his hip and his right hand supporting his forehead, he sighed, realizing that as a transmigrator, he couldn't afford to be so weak.

"you're awake?"

Ge Shulin had already woken up while the other party was still meditating and cultivating. Seeing that the other party had not yet moved, he did not intend to disturb him.

The next moment, the other party suddenly stood up as if possessed, and then, using a method he could hardly imagine, gathered his energy into a blade and slashed a deep gash across the giant tree in front of him.

"..."

It seems the person I'll be traveling with in the future is revealing more and more secrets. After carefully examining their abilities, I realized they seem somewhat like a Resonator who can resonate with the wind.

But after observing the other party carefully for a long time yesterday, he couldn't find any sound marks on the other party's body: not even a terminal.

Oh, the other side doesn't even have a terminal—meaning they don't have things like parachute wings, grappling hooks, etc., which are all things they normally need.

I propped my chin up, closed my eyes, and nodded slightly, feeling my right eyelid twitching incessantly—traveling with this person would definitely be much more troublesome.

Mo Wunian glanced at Ge Shulin, who seemed to have woken up even earlier than him, and then the next moment he saw the little brat walking over. Then... he ignored him and checked the condition of the tree in front of him.

"?noob"

Ignoring what the people behind him were thinking, Ge Shulin carefully sensed the aura emanating from the tree trunk and frowned: it was indeed a completely different power system from theirs.

Mo Wunian moved closer to Ge Shulin, noticing that the other seemed to be contemplating the wounds he had sustained. Mo Wunian, somewhat displeased, tugged at Ge Shulin's white hair.

"What's wrong? I did make it, there's nothing to see."

"Besides, this is a good thing: at least in the future, when I encounter a remnant elephant, I won't have to helplessly hack at it with my sword anymore."

Ge Shulin was naturally a little angry that his hair had been pulled, but after thinking about it—the person next to him didn't seem normal either—he could only endure it.

"..."

However, what the other party said wasn't false; having this ability at least provides a means of self-protection.

"Don't get distracted. If you have any questions, let's talk as we walk."

"This dog never comes here, I'm tired of it."

After looking for a while and still not figuring anything out, and with the kid next to him already urging him on, Ge Shulin had no choice but to stand up.

"Go, go."

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Along the way, he learned a lot from Ge Shulin that he hadn't properly learned while playing the game.

"So... because of the influence of that Sky Sea, the gourd you have now can no longer contact anyone?"

After listening to the other person's introduction to the basics of this world, he now deeply regretted not having learned more about it before playing the game.

This only further confirms that I'm unlikely to follow the path of the Resonator: it's truly a pity to lack so many convenient tools.

While marveling at the sights, he used his light-footed skills to leap across the tree branches, occasionally glancing back at Geshulin who was still using a grappling hook and parasol.

Forget it, I don't think I need those things anyway (laughs).

The two had briefly discussed their route beforehand: leave Kitarokuno first, and then consider what might happen in the future.

"Yes, the terminal's signal is being blocked."

While discerning his direction of travel in the sky, Ge Shulin occasionally glanced at Mo Wunian, whose speed was not much slower than his own.

Their movements were graceful, using the lightest touch of leaves to propel themselves upwards, almost as if they were flying. Their stamina was also ridiculously good; they had been traveling for nearly an hour, yet their face showed no signs of fatigue.

On the contrary, because I've reverted to the state I was in when I was six years old, my physical strength has decreased significantly, and I'm already feeling a bit tired.

Looking down at his now-childish hands, he felt an even stronger urge to return to his former self as soon as possible.

I am now a burden to the other person.

(...What exactly caused me to return to this state?)

(Under what circumstances can recovery be achieved?)

He tried to regulate his power, but whenever he moved, it was as if an invisible shackle was tightly binding him, preventing him from even using his full strength.

It's so frustrating!

I recalled the scene where he rescued me from the pile of rubble: I was almost powerless to fight back, and it was that hot-headed young man who risked his life to pull me out.

"You really are in a sorry state right now..."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, then turned his gaze forward.

"Why did you stop?"

Ge Shulin retracted his parachute wings, flipped down, and walked to the other person's side. Looking at Mo Wunian, who had suddenly stopped moving, he asked what had happened.

Following their gaze, they saw a river appear before them, its water crystal clear, with fish seemingly swimming about.

"All seem to float in the air, without anything to rely on."

This was the first thing that popped into Mo Wunian's mind; it was clearly because the classical Chinese text from junior high school had left such a deep impression.

"We've been traveling for almost an hour and a half now. I'm starting to feel tired, even if you're not."

"There's a river here, let's rest for a bit before continuing our journey."

Ge Shulin tilted his head back. Although he couldn't see any fatigue on the other person's face, he admitted that traveling such a long distance was still a bit too much for a six-year-old like himself. So he nodded in agreement.

Seeing that even the little brat beside him had agreed, Mo Wunian nodded with great satisfaction, then ran to the riverbank, fulfilling one of the things he had wanted to do since arriving in this world—to see what he actually looked like.

The clear lake reflected a clean and handsome face, with delicate features, yet the charm unique to mature men was still evident. However, perhaps due to his youthful personality, he appeared even more vibrant.

"I don't look that different from my past self..."

If I had to say something, it would be that I looked more energetic because my physical fitness was at its peak.

After fulfilling his small wish, he turned to the child sitting on the ground, seemingly lost in thought, and called out to him.

"noob!"

"Come here! I've got something good to show you!"

As soon as Geshulin raised his head, he saw someone standing by the river waving at him. Hearing the person call his name, although he was puzzled, he obediently walked over.

As soon as they reached the riverbank, the other person reached into the water—and splashed water on them. Although they reacted quickly and dodged some of the water, half of their body was still soaked.

"!you!"

Seeing that the other person seemed genuinely angry, Mo Wunian stood up and scratched his head awkwardly.

"Sorry……"

"I just saw that you, a little kid, always seemed so preoccupied, thinking more than an adult, so I thought I'd tease you a bit."

"Sorry..."

The other party apologized so quickly that Ge Shulin's anger subsided before he could even vent it. He looked at the other party with a complicated expression, crossed his arms, and then turned and left.

"Don't treat me like a child."

A child...it's just a child again!

Is he really only seen as a child in the other person's eyes?

Although he seems to be just a little kid now?

But couldn't the other person have noticed his obvious attitude and actions, as well as his thinking that was not appropriate for a six-year-old?

But if the other party really realizes it... will they still treat you the same way they do now?

"..."

He felt he was being a little sentimental: something he shouldn't be doing.

He sat down somewhat dejectedly, unsure of his own state of mind, but he felt he shouldn't be like this: shrinking into a ball and refusing to look at the other person.

But not long after, he felt the sunlight in front of him being blocked. He looked up and saw the other person, soaking wet, walking towards him with a fish in their hand.

Seeing him raise his head, he casually flicked the water off his hair, and gave a wicked smile.

Ge Shulin wiped the water off his face, speechless, then looked at the other person who was almost completely soaked: he felt it was time to start a fire.

"...Move aside, I'll go find something to start a fire for you."

Mo Wunian was ruthlessly pushed away by someone, and watching that person frantically search for firewood, his mood improved considerably.

"Just a stubborn, arrogant brat... still insisting he's not a child..."

He had already learned how to dry clothes using the energy within his body, but he didn't want to let the other person's kindness go to waste, so he strung the fish he was carrying together with a twig and followed behind to pick them up as well.

Fortunately, there were quite a few branches nearby, and the opponent was also able to use some of the Resonator's abilities; purple flames rose from their hands and instantly ignited the branches.

"Purple Flame, ah~ Cool!"

Watching the other person so easily light the pyre, he suddenly remembered how disheveled he and the other person had looked when they tried to start a fire on their first night together.

"You should have said you had this ability earlier! Then what was the point of all that effort last night?"

The fire was lit again, but the poor fish still couldn't escape its fate of being eaten.

Geshulin withdrew his flames and calmly answered the other party's question.

"I overclocked recently, and I'm afraid to use my full power for fear of something going wrong."

Hearing yet another unfamiliar word appear, Mo Wunian was a little confused.

"Overclocking? What's that new term?"

The other person flipped the fish over, thought for a moment, and then slowly spoke.

"In overclocked mode, the Resonator's abilities are greatly enhanced, but they will lose their rationality and gravitate towards the anomalies."

"In other words, while increasing strength, one cannot maintain rationality, thus becoming a monster controlled by power."

The explanation is very simple and easy to understand, making it clear even to someone who doesn't resonate with it.