AWB Chapter 132 Am I really dead?
Chapter 132 Am I really dead?
"...So I'm really dead?"
"There's no longer a chance to win the revival match like before, or... to another point in time?"
"Uh... according to the system's calculations..."
"Host, you are indeed dead, just as the system told you before."
"If you were still in your original world, this place might be like what you call the Underworld, a transit point for reincarnation."
"Logically speaking, we should have been expelled from this world immediately."
"But as I said before, this world has been isolated, and we can't escape either."
"Moreover, the host's soul is terrifyingly strong; the world's consciousness can no longer devour it."
"So, the host is now more like... being detained."
He sat calmly on the ground, now a lump of mud—in the physical sense.
He's dead, completely dead.
You ask him why he can still chat with the system? Well, that's thanks to the fact that he's composed of frequencies.
The instant he chose to face death, he saw the golden light swiftly open a passage for him, leading him to this place.
The amplitude of the movement suggested that he had been waiting to do this for a long time.
As for why the system can still chat with him here... even if you ask him, he won't know.
It's pretty good anyway, otherwise I'd be alone...
It doesn't seem to have any impact.
Having been lying on the ground for a while, Mo Wunian felt it was time to change positions.
By groping and building up its own frequency, a ball of light that was beginning to take on a human shape quickly emerged.
You asked him why he didn't just transform into human form?
Just let him build his own frequency on his own for the first time. He's had external frequencies assisting him to some extent before.
This time, he was truly all alone.
"Sigh, I never thought that after all this time, I would still die."
"After struggling to survive for so many years, I'm finally willing to die."
"The arrangements made by the world's consciousness are truly intricate, one after another, completely laid in ambush."
"Host, stop nagging. Although, logically speaking, you have no chance of being resurrected..."
"But this isn't the first or second time you've acted unconventionally; who knows, someone might come and bail you out?"
He rolled his eyes at the blue panel in front of him, wriggled his ball of light, and lay down to the side, no longer wanting to pay attention to the system.
"Alright, I finally died peacefully, what's the point of resurrecting me and sending me out again?"
"Besides, this is the territory of the World Consciousness; it's impossible for Him to let someone rescue me... right?!"
Mo Wunian spoke somewhat speechlessly, but the next moment he felt the space around him suddenly twist. Before his own frequency could react, he was instantly drawn into a vortex.
After the sharp explosion, he inexplicably felt a sense of calm and a touch of familiarity within him.
His mind instantly calmed down as he continued to plummet. He heard the system's frantic mechanical voice and a host of other chaotic sounds.
But in the end, he seemed to see another person beside him, who helped him complete the frequency adjustment simply by touching him.
After passing through the last layer of darkness, he once again stood in that holy white space.
The door in front of him still stood there quietly, with a crack left open, waiting for him to push it open.
The "Do Not Disturb" sign that used to hang on the door had been taken down at some point and replaced with a very festive red sign.
Welcome Home
Looking at the red paper scraps on the ground... it seems the people who were originally here probably set off some firecrackers.
Without even turning his head, he rubbed his head and smiled helplessly but resignedly:
Even if he were slow-witted, at this point he could understand the things the other person had repeatedly emphasized to him.
The end of time... whose end of time is it?
It must be him.
This can be translated as the end of his life, that is, the moment he died.
When he willingly dies... when he willingly gives his life for others...
He will be able to see that person again and return to that so-called home.
Trying to calm himself down, Mo Wunian lowered his hand, looked up at the door which had widened slightly, swallowed hard, and then slowly walked over.
Having no memory of it, I chose to believe that person solely based on the last vestiges of instinct in my soul.
He always owed that one person a sentence...
“Long time no see”
Welcome home, Mo.
Pushing open the door, there was a familiar bed, a familiar desk... the whole room had a familiar layout.
The person was sitting in the chair by the desk, and the hood that he always wore and refused to take off was finally removed from his head.
The boy's long, ink-black hair cascaded casually down to his waist. His face, almost identical to his own, possessed a more mature charm, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth and eyes brimming with laughter.
A chair and a steaming cup of hot tea had already been prepared next to him.
"..."
"Long time no see..."
"Mo Wunian"
……
Okay, the chapters about "emotional? heartwarming? funny?" are over.
Now it's time to talk about something serious.
Sitting in the chair, he carefully examined the person who was not only taller than him but also looked more mature, feeling a slight dissatisfaction:
We're the same person, so why is he taller than me?
Mo Wunian didn't flinch; he simply opened himself up, letting the other person take a good look at him, and even nodded with considerable satisfaction.
"Look how good I am! Isn't my face much better looking than those other people's?"
"It might sound a bit narcissistic... but it's the truth."
"After all, I'm the way I am today because of you. Wouldn't it be a shame if you didn't enjoy yourself and let all your hard work go to waste?"
"..."
He took a small sip of tea, placed the cup on the table, and looked at the person who was practically pressed against him, his eyes filled with nothing but resignation and doting:
He'd seen things given away for free before, but never anything this free.
"If I don't give it to myself, who else would I give it to?"
"Speaking of which, I remember sealing your memories back then, so how come you still remembered my name?"
"Could it be... that you've always had feelings for me?"
"Pah... You can't say that. My image is clearly inside your soul."
He tapped the other person's head expressionlessly, a gesture he'd done countless times, a habitual act.
Looking at my pitiful expression and the somewhat aggrieved look on Mo Wunian's face, Mo Wunian only focused his gaze on the cup of tea that I had poured for him, his thoughts somewhat dazed.
"..."
"I do not know"
"The meaning behind this name doesn't sound good at all..."
He didn't know how he came up with the name, but he could sense that its meaning wasn't so good.
So why did he give the other person such a name in the first place?
Lost in his own thoughts, he didn't notice a hand had quietly grasped his, and when he looked up, they bumped into each other.
"I requested this name myself; you didn't give it to me."
"When you first discovered me, I had no name; you treated me as a part of yourself."
"That's why I had no name; back then, you were me, and I was you."
"And then later... something happened that I don't want to talk about again."
"You realized that differences had ultimately arisen between us, so you deliberately distanced yourself from me."
"And my name... I chose this name myself at that time."
"So stop overthinking it. The meaning you gave me for this name..."
"It's not what you originally thought it meant anymore."
Mo Wunian naturally moved a chair over, facing the person next to him directly.
Mo Wunian watched as the other person's two hands gripped his other hand, the one not holding the teacup, with no sign of letting go. He could only let the other person do as they pleased.
"I understand, the meaning behind your name must be very good."
"only……"
"I heard from them that you went to the Titis System all by yourself and got me out?"
He placed the teacup on the table, causing the surface to tremble slightly. Mo Wunian's aura instantly shifted, losing some of his languidness and gaining a more imposing presence.
To illustrate the specific feeling, imagine your mother coming over and giving you a creepy stare after you've been on your phone for a little too long.
And this attitude is undoubtedly very effective for a certain person.
Mo Wunian immediately pulled back when he was about to touch the other person's face, his eyes becoming somewhat unfocused.
Feeling a little embarrassed, I moved my chair back a bit, only to find that the other person had lightly tripped over it with their foot.
If he really wants to distance himself from that person, he might hurt them by going too far.
"...Ha, look at me, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"
"You should know that I took half of your power. What can a mere Titis system do to me?"
"..."
Mo Wunian's eyes were filled with guilt. Seeing that he couldn't avoid it any longer, he had no choice but to withdraw his hand, innocently lower his head, and rub his hands together.
"Actually, it's not that serious..."
"Mo Wunian, if it were truly just the influence of the Titis System, I wouldn't be like this."
"But He intervened."
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been forced to resort to suicide, the method that would best unleash his potential, as a solution to the predicament.
He sighed, finally regaining his composure, a hint of worry in his eyes as he looked at that person.
"And there's a deal between you and Him."
"Although I don't know the details, your behavior and style will definitely have an impact on you."
I don't want you to get hurt.
"..."
Mo Wunian fell silent, crossed his arms, and looked away, refusing to look at the other person again.
So long that Mo Wunian began to suspect something was wrong with the other person, before he heard a voice with a complex tone.
"...If only you were worried about me alone, that would be enough."
"And that damn old pervert... he trained you too well."
"..."
"He forced you, an ordinary person, to become someone like Him."
"There are so many people in the world... it doesn't matter if a few die."
"...Mo Wunian"
Mo Wunian interrupted the other person, his gaze slightly displeased. He tapped the table, reminding the other person to watch their words.
"Everyone who lives in this world will inevitably be bound by bonds."
"The passing of a person does not only affect their own abilities, but also everything around them and everyone they know and associate with."
No one should die without a reason.
No one should die without a reason.
Did you consider the past when you were still a human being when you said that?
After being mocked, Mo Wunian was instantly speechless:
He felt that the other person was playing an information asymmetry game with him, but at the same time, he also felt that what the other person said seemed to be true.
And now that the other person has said that... does he really not look human anymore?
It seems like this also appears on the system panel.
So, in reality, he wasn't human anymore?
Seeing that Mo Wunian was rendered speechless by his words, Mo Wunian didn't say anything more.
He stood up from his chair, extended his hand to the other person, and after receiving a response, pulled the other person up as well.
The two people stood facing each other, gazing at one another.
"...We've been chatting for quite a while now, it's time we got down to business."
"Is it about world consciousness and... the truths that have been hidden from me?"
Mo Wunian was prepared for this long ago. After all, the world's consciousness had painstakingly prepared for so long, using every possible means to make him willingly end his life.
Now that we've finally arrived at this place, we must be here to fulfill His purpose.
But now he seems to be able to figure out what those eyes in the sky want to do... is probably related to everything he wants to protect right now...
It will lead to an ending
As Mo Wunian voiced his conjecture, Mo Wunian merely lowered his head slightly, nodded almost imperceptibly, and then quickly shook his head.
"It's related to that old bastard Deng."
"But you don't need to know those things, you don't need to know those painful things."
"Those were just tactics He used to force you to comply; they're completely unnecessary now."
"Now that I'm here..."
"Barring unforeseen circumstances... you will be a part of this story."
"..."
Mo Wunian's words clearly lacked confidence, indicating that there were still some concerns he had not been properly addressed.
It could also very likely affect his plans, which he had been meticulously crafting for who knows how long.
"Um"
"I believe you"
"And if someone were to actually write a book about my experiences... I'd really like to see how it would describe me."
I believe this story...it will definitely have a happy ending.
"And I believe I will still exist..."
"I" will still exist.
"..."
"...I almost thought...you remembered all those things..."
Even if everything from the past is erased... will you still end up the same way?
Mo Wunian was stunned. Looking at the person in front of him with reddened eyes, as if he was about to cry at any moment, he suddenly didn't know what to do.
Helpless, I supported the other person, wanting to say something, but it seemed the other person was crying because of my words, and I suddenly felt terrible.
"Don't cry... Did I say something wrong...?"
"What's wrong with me? I need to fix it..."
“You didn’t do anything wrong…you just…”
"I've taken on so much that I can't even believe it myself anymore."
"...I will return the power to you."
"Could you... take me with you when you go?"
The person before him slowly raised his head, long, dark hair cascading down his shoulder. What came into view was his right eye, gleaming with a faint white light—
The second hand on it kept ticking...
Soon to be zero