AWB Chapter 43 You're trying to persuade me to go?
Chapter 43 You're trying to persuade me to go?
After that, he would occasionally see Ji Yan appear at his door. Sometimes he would come in and chat for a few words, and sometimes he would just come to see him for a moment and leave because he was too busy.
Watching that small figure move between different wards, he felt genuinely sorry for her, but there was nothing he could do.
Although his physical condition has improved considerably and he is now able to sit up and read for a while, he still has to stay in this room due to the circumstances.
"...So I'm only 16 years old this year?"
"I was wondering why I look so young... I never imagined that the underage person was me."
He's been sorting through his memories these past few days, and I have to say, the previous person was incredibly diligent.
Strategic reconnaissance and training were all completed meticulously, with everyone fully prepared for each training session.
Thinking about it this way, I feel really ashamed of myself for getting a bargain.
"Did I still have the 'King of Scrolls' attribute back then...?"
I have some doubts, a tiny bit of doubt.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the other party wasn't actually incapable of controlling the frequency; it's just that they seemed to have expended too much energy in that battle, leaving them with absolutely no strength to be distracted.
"..."
He could remember the horrors of that war: as a new recruit, he was sent to the front lines to defend, using his own body to fill the gaps in the defenses.
Although that version of himself showed no outward expression, he could feel that person tightening their grip on their weapon each time they saw one comrade fall beside them.
What welled up inside me was grief, helplessness, and a touch of despair.
Even numb
"...Was I expressionless before? Since I can't even express emotions in this situation?"
"No wonder that back in the military camp, besides that guy named Beiwang, no one else was willing to get close to me..."
"There's nobody left."
In his compressed memory, he truly was like a bookworm, his mind filled with nothing but training and studying.
Even when he genuinely cares about those around him, he simply gives them gifts and leaves. He's a living example of a selfless Good Samaritan.
Is he pretentious? Is he really the kind of person who does good deeds anonymously?
"System...I really have some doubts..."
"Are you sure this was customized according to my personality?"
"Could it be that he's gone crazy from arguing with that mysterious hooded man for so long?"
"Don't underestimate our system's judgment! While I admit my own defense capabilities might be a little weak..."
"If I don't even have this much ability, then I might as well go back and start over!"
He got another harsh scolding from the system. Don't be fooled by his outward dissatisfaction; he was actually quite unhappy inside.
"I'm not just doubting you, I genuinely doubt you."
"Is your memory compression too severe, or is it just my perception?"
"And...they even changed my name."
"Was this within your expectations?"
He understood that the appearance might be slightly different; after all, the person who created the character might have made a slip of the hand. He was well aware of the malfunctions that system usually had.
He could understand that they had different personalities; maybe he himself had some hidden traits?
But he managed to change the name wrong... Was this intentional or deliberate?
The system remained silent for a long time. It could tell that the other party was looking for an explanation, after all, the faintly glowing blue panel kept lighting up and turning off, then lighting up again.
You could tell from the screen that the other person was quite embarrassed.
"This... the system isn't there either."
"The name they applied for for you was indeed your original name... but I don't know why it changed to this?"
"I strongly suspect that hooded man did something to you!"
The blame was shifted so quickly that he almost didn't have time to react.
Fine? Anyway, if anything goes wrong, just blame it on that hooded guy. How could his system be wrong?!
With a hint of helplessness, I sighed, turned to look at the fallen leaves outside the window, and watched the dappled sunlight streaming in, which brought back many memories.
"...Speaking of which..."
"I don't have parents in this world, do I? You've compressed things a bit too much; I can't find them in my memories."
"...Let me check."
"It is indeed the identity of an orphan... uh..."
"Actually, it's not too late to fabricate something for you now. Does the host need it?"
There was no reaction; instead, she seemed somewhat relieved, her eyes showing little emotion.
"It's alright. Didn't you say that your background was almost entirely fabricated based on my original world?"
"I'm just worried that you've brought my gambling dad and drinking mom from my original world over here."
"I'm afraid I can't handle this kind of condition!"
"what?"
The system emitted a loud "Ah!" and then the screen started typing again, I don't know what it was looking up.
After a short while, for some reason, he felt that the panel suddenly looked much sadder—it was bluer.
"I finally thought that the host I was bound to this time wasn't one of those standard orphans like before..."
"So, host, you're even worse off than an orphan?"
"...You can't say I'm miserable, can you? I'm still alive and well, I've developed the right values, and I've grown into an adult, haven't I?"
The system remained silent for a long time; at this moment, the other person's previous life was appearing in his space—
The situation started terribly; both sets of parents had just reached the legal marriage age.
The kind of person who has neither a job nor a degree.
Despite a chaotic and disorganized process of care, he stumbled and fell until he reached elementary school age.
Fortunately, he met a responsible teacher who taught him principles of conduct step by step, helping him develop correct values.
Later, one of his parents became addicted to gambling, and the other to alcohol, leaving him, as the child, entirely dependent on the pity and care of relatives.
It's fortunate that domestic violence doesn't usually come to her. At such a young age, she learned to read people's expressions and act accordingly, harboring inferiority yet refusing to accept her fate.
Fortunately, his misfortune was tinged with good fortune. Aside from that, everyone around him was kind to him, and upon learning of his family's situation, they did their best to care for him and guide him towards goodness.
It also let him know that although the world is imperfect, there are ultimately people who are making up for this flawed world.
Later, when he was 12, both his parents had affairs and eventually divorced. Neither of them wanted him, and he stubbornly refused to be awarded to either of them.
The judge considered the circumstances and ultimately gave the care of a relative.
Under the care of that relative, although life wasn't easy, I was able to settle down and study properly.
After that, aside from occasionally dealing with his parents who came to visit him after he got into a good university, he didn't have to deal with too many other things on a regular basis.
Anyway, if you encounter any problems, just seek legal help; all you need to do is provide monthly support.
And so life went on.
And so, the day arrived when the other party was bound to the system and transmigrated.
system:……
A gambling father, an alcoholic mother, a broken family, and a determined man.
It acknowledges that it's truly a miracle the other person has such sound values.
"...Don't worry, the system will absolutely not allow any of these things to happen to you right now."
"How about I set something nice for you?"
It saw its host ponder for a moment, a hint of hesitation appearing between its brows. However, after a brief silence, it gently shook its head, politely declining the suggestion.
"Never mind, if you're not fortunate enough to enjoy it, then you're not fortunate enough to enjoy it."
"I think I'm pretty good now. I've been luckier than many people in both my lives."
One should always be content in life.
His childhood wasn't entirely unhappy; even though his background wasn't perfect, countless guiding lights illuminated his path as he grew up.
That's enough for him to know what the world is like.
"Holy crap... Host!"
"You can only say that you represent the class with the most positive values that I've ever taught."
"Do you even understand the politics I studied?! If my dad hadn't gotten into some trouble later, I probably would have wanted to be a teacher."
"Ugh……"
He actually really wanted to be a teacher—it was partly a result of the teacher who guided him through his formative years.
"Waaaaah..."
What kind of noise is that? Startled by the series of electronic buzzing sounds, I jolted awake and rolled my eyes.
"No, system, what are you yelling about?"
"Such a heart-wrenching story, and you didn't cry? You're so emotionless, host..."
Forget it, what's the point of reasoning with a virtual pet? It's just a waste of his time.
Besides, who does he think he is when he cries?
"Mo Wunian, are you alright now?"
The door opened again, and the creaking of his cane on the floor made him realize that the person who came was not Ji Yan. He turned around and saw that it was Bei Wang.
The moment they met, he could feel himself unconsciously becoming happy, which must have been the reaction of that person from before.
"..."
Although the system relieved him of guilt, it seems difficult for him to truly be free of it now.
The traces left by that person constantly affect him, and he also occupies that person's body... It's truly difficult to hold back.
He inherited everything from the deceased without paying any price; all he needed to do was casually say that the body was originally meant for him.
"Mo Wunian? Are you alright? Did I disturb your rest?"
"I... will come see you again next time?"
"No, no, I was just a little distracted."
He didn't intend to avoid the other person. Now that he had become "Mo Wunian," it was inevitable that he would have contact with the people his previous self had encountered.
That person probably wouldn't want to see themselves using this body to hide from the person they care about.
Seeing this, Bei Wang also leaned on his cane, moved a stool over, and sat down to the side. Looking at Mo Wunian, whose personality had changed drastically, he felt a pang of regret.
"I've come to thank you for saving me back then."
"And...your personality has changed so much!"
Seeing the glimmer of light in the other person's eyes, Bei Wang lowered his head and shook it with a slight smile:
When he met her, he thought how beautiful it would be if those eyes held life and hope.
It seems my guess was indeed correct.
"...After surviving a brush with death, one's personality is bound to change somewhat."
Perhaps it's because I've come to understand the meaning of life.
"Having hope to live on in this world is much better than being a walking corpse among humans."
"...I'm so glad you have this awareness!"
Bei Wang wasn't entirely without his doubts, but seeing the other person made those doubts gradually fade away.
It's like the other person just lost that part and then came back.
He wanted to learn more from the other person, and then he looked down and saw that half of the other person's left leg had disappeared.
When I first came in, I only knew that the other person had difficulty walking, but I didn't expect it to be like this.