AWB Chapter 13: Suddenly grew halfway?
Chapter 13: Suddenly grew halfway?
Although he said he was going to rest, he actually sat outside studying his newly acquired skills.
But the thought of being kissed by a child who looked only six years old was so preoccupied with his mind that calming him down was truly difficult.
“He’s a grown man in his twenties…and suddenly he did this to me…”
This wasn't just him overthinking; he was genuinely afraid.
He had seen similar novels online before, though he didn't read them. But he still knew a little about them.
He felt like an animal if he tried to distance himself from the other person. But if he got close to them again, he felt a chill creeping over him.
"I'm bored"
"It was most likely accidental."
"I really don't believe that a general like him would be interested in me?"
He closed his eyes and plugged his ears. If he believed the other person had acted unintentionally, then it was unintentional.
"Huh~ Host, you look like a scoundrel~"
The system's calm voice rang in his mind, and he felt the hairs on his body stand on end.
"How did I come across as a scoundrel? I took care of them wholeheartedly and even managed to counsel them."
"If I were a scoundrel, how many scoundrels would there be in this world?"
The system fell silent, and after a long while, an exit notification appeared.
"Host, you must remember that your real crisis is not yet resolved—"
"The tide of afterimages is still gathering. As long as no one can complete the storyline that he was supposed to do within these three years, the world's main consciousness will kill him at all costs."
Hearing this, he lost all interest in thinking about anything else. He closed his eyes and shook his head wearily.
"Of course I know..."
"System, if I die here... does that mean I'm really dead?"
The system thought for a while and gave him an answer, but some parts of it were unexpected.
"If the host is referring to physical death, then there is indeed nothing we can do..."
"But if it's the death of the soul, that's almost impossible."
Hearing yet another unfamiliar term emerge, Mo Wunian slapped his head hard and then asked what it meant.
"Please explain the difference between physical death and spiritual death properly! I recognize each word individually, so why can't I understand them when they're put together?"
The system didn't respond to his question immediately, but he saw the blue screen constantly flashing, seemingly detecting something.
"Host... your soul state is the strongest I've ever seen..."
"Perhaps we really should try that approach..."
He suddenly wanted to raise his middle finger—"Riddler, go to hell!"
"Don't rush me~ The death of the physical body should be easy for the host to understand."
"It means the physical body perishes, that is, your body ceases to exist."
He naturally understood what they were saying; what he wanted to ask was about the situation of the soul's demise—was it the kind of thing that often happened in their novels, where the soul is scattered and destroyed?
"Saying it was completely annihilated wouldn't be entirely accurate."
"Everyone's soul quality is different; some are strong, some are weak."
"A powerful soul quality, capable of directly possessing the body of someone who is not yet dead..."
"As for those with weaker soul qualities... if they were in the original world, they should be the main consciousness that returns to that world."
Simply put, it's about reincarnation.
I bet you're about to say "but" right now.
A speechless emoji popped up on the blue panel, but then the speaker continued explaining.
"But for people like you who come from outside the world, your souls are forcibly expelled after your physical bodies perish."
"This is only the best-case scenario—"
"Even worse, some were directly devoured and became part of this world's nourishment—in which case our system cannot intervene, because they were outsiders who had violated their will to enter."
"..."
Okay, okay, this is getting more and more fantastical, and it's becoming less and less like the world-building a normal game should have.
Am I wearing normal game gear? Where did all these strange and bizarre settings come from?
"...In other words, after losing my physical body, I will either be kicked out of this world, or I will simply disappear."
"What are we even doing...?"
"Host, do you remember what I said not long ago about your strong soul qualities?"
It seemed there was another twist coming, and Mo Wunian didn't want to say a word. He simply nodded to indicate that the other person should continue.
"The host's soul quality is so strong that it's almost like a bug; the world's main consciousness will find it difficult to easily devour or expel you."
"If the host is truly willing to gamble... perhaps the host could try to condense a physical body themselves."
"In conjunction with the previous Bug Soul talent"
"..."
A line suddenly came to his mind: "Either you have nothing, or you have everything."
But then I thought about what would happen if I became a gambling addict with this kind of luck...
"Fine, I'll take a gamble. Maybe I'll turn a bicycle into a motorcycle!"
"A real man keeps his word; anyway, the system is setting limits for me."
He's just a worthless person with no ties, so he might as well just do it!
But now he faces another problem—what will happen to the six-year-old with the strength to kill the Lord of the Formless Flame?
Although the system had accidentally opened a way for me not long ago that as long as the Lord of the Formless Flame was crippled, he would naturally recover.
But he looked up at the distant sky outside the window... It would take him at least a while to walk such a long distance!
Who will guarantee safety during this period?
Besides, if he really ran away... he felt the other person would chase after him relentlessly.
I give up.
Frustrated, he tugged at his hair, opened the system panel again, and stared at the frequency control he had just acquired, pondering for a long time.
"It's the same frequency blocking... If I can manipulate frequencies, shouldn't I be able to unlock them too...?"
If this can truly be solved, then at full power, this person would be virtually unmatched by anyone.
Naturally, there's no need to worry about safety anymore—after all, once they've recovered to full combat strength, the enemy definitely won't be in trouble so soon after they've run away.
"System... do you think this is feasible?"
"Useful, but not much."
Since it's going to work anyway, let's give it a try without thinking twice!
Happily, he opened the tracking panel and went to find someone.
Meanwhile, Geshu Lin sat high up, staring blankly at the desolate landscape before him—though the knife in his hand had never left his grasp for a moment.
The starry sky above the wilderness twinkled incessantly as I looked up. My thoughts drifted slowly into the distance.
"Ah……"
He seemed to have thought of something, so he rubbed his forehead, shook his head, and gave a helpless smile.
"Little White~ There's hope~"
"I think we can give it a try..."
Hearing the familiar voice, I turned around and saw the person running towards me. I sprinted and stood beside him.
Before I could even ask what was wrong, I saw the person in front of me excitedly place their hand on my shoulder.
"Don't move, let me see."
"?"
The next instant, Geshulin felt other forces surging into his body, constantly clashing with the restriction within him that was suppressing his power.
That force kept adjusting its frequency, seemingly searching for the best way, but it always seemed to be missing that one crucial moment.
His golden pupils widened suddenly, staring in disbelief at the struggling figure before him, his whole body trembling.
"Mo Wunian... I don't need you to sacrifice yourself to help me again!"
"Shut up! I'm not going to die this time! You dare to move again and affect my performance?!"
How did Mo Wunian control the frequency?
(This thing is so much like a rhythm game! I'm lucky I used to play an English game, otherwise anyone else would probably be doomed by this difficulty!)
In his own sea of consciousness, he gradually pressed down those frequencies, adjusting them to a normal state. This involved extreme mental exertion.
But the further he went, the less he could control; an unnamed force began to gradually stop him.
He felt as if he were in a void, and when he looked up, he saw a pair of enormous eyes hidden within a patch of pure white.
[Bug... Clean it up!]
He saw those eyes in the sky, fixed intently on him.
And there he stood, lost and alone on that land, as the other party peered out and reached out their hand—
"Fuck me!"
In an instant, consciousness returned, cold sweat poured down her back, and in her panic, she stumbled backward, nearly falling to the ground.
Struggling to grab onto the wall, he felt everything go completely black, and he couldn't see anything.
"Am I going blind...?"
Panic! Panic! Complete panic! If he's really blind, how is he supposed to fight the boss? He could easily slip and fall to his death while walking.
(System! Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Help!)
But the usually punctual system didn't reply this time, and she could vaguely hear some kind of electronic argument going on the other end.
Done
Not only did they fail to help, they also lost their eyesight—and Xiaobai too!
Realizing there was another person, he tried to find them based on his memory of the directions, but then he somehow stepped on something and felt a sudden lightness in his body...
“Hey…Hey!”
Just when I thought I was about to make intimate contact with the ground, I felt the touch of hair and a pair of hands that were clearly not those of a child, which pulled me firmly into their arms.
"Ding... Contact restored..."
Instantly, everything became clear, and when I looked up, I saw the boy in front of me.
"Be careful"
Now it was his turn to be shocked. Although the effect wasn't what he wanted, he seemed to have grown six years older in one go—at least he had reached the physique of a teenager.
"what?"
He nestled in the other's arms, lifted his head, and looked at the face that was gradually revealing its sharpness. He felt that his mouth should be as big as an egg right now.
"Holy crap... what state has this recovery gotten you to?"
He stood up unsteadily, momentarily losing his balance, when the other person grabbed his hand. He struggled and took a few steps back, then looked up at them.
Ge Shulin crossed his arms, brushed aside the hair obscuring his eyes, and looked at the man in black with a smile.
His smile, however, made Mo Wunian's heart skip a beat, and his gaze seemed to be drawn to something.
At that moment, I suddenly understood why some people become yandere because of their partner.
He was this handsome even as a teenager; his face must be devastatingly handsome as an adult.
"wrong"
Why would he be shy? He admits the other person is a bit handsome, a bit imposing, a bit more capable, and a bit more of a noble person…
But that's no reason to hurt his pride!
He pulled himself back to reality, looking at Ge Shulin, who couldn't really be called a child, and asked if his previous actions had had any impact.
"Cough cough cough...Are you alright?"
"I acted a little too hastily, I hope I didn't hurt you?"
He abruptly stopped speaking; he didn't continue.
Ge Shulin shook his head, feeling a rare recovery of his strength, and naturally felt relieved.
"I'm fine, but you are."
"Something was definitely off about her just now... What happened?"
Just as I was about to describe what I had seen to the other person, another voice popped into my head.
"Don't say it!!! Host, no!"
"If I tell you, you won't be the only one in trouble!"
Such an urgent voice was indeed hard for him to hear, so he quickly closed his open mouth again.
"Ok?"
"...It was probably a matter of not being familiar with it, but it's fine now."
He remained calm under the other person's suspicious gaze, knowing he had a thick skin: as long as he said he was fine, the other person wouldn't bother to cause him trouble.
"...If you don't want to talk about it, I won't press you any further."
Seeing that the person in front of him refused to speak, Geshulin had no choice but to let him go after carefully sensing him but finding nothing wrong with him.
Seeing that the other party had let him go, he breathed a sigh of relief and began to carefully observe Geshu Lin's current appearance.
The boy before him was tall and slender, and the sword he held was finally shorter than the boy's. Long white hair cascaded casually down his back, and his golden eyes gleamed with an unusual light. The faint scar on his lip added to his striking appearance.
This was the general he had always remembered.
"...Approximately how old have you recovered to now...?"
He doesn't look much shorter than me—he's roughly 1.8 meters tall, okay?
只要上1米7一律默认为1m8（真实的身高只有1m71）
Ge Shulin rubbed his chin, looked at the person in front of him who seemed to be turning red, thought for a moment, and then spoke.
"It should be when I was 12 to 14 years old."
"?"
A person in their twenties broke down.
Are all game characters this long? Is there no law anymore?
Why do the other person's clothes fit so well again? Is this a common problem in the world of anime and manga?
"The clothes were specially made a long time ago; the purple flames are too domineering."
"Therefore, we specially found a unique material to make this garment, which doesn't require worrying about size or frequency of damage."
That's fine then, that's just how anime clothes are anyway.
The reason his clothes didn't tear was because the system seemed to have added some attributes, plus he would occasionally use his own internal energy to cleanse himself.
Looking at the person in front of him, he still felt a little regretful that he hadn't completely solved the problem.
Furthermore, the words he heard in his mind and the system's anxious demeanor made him feel extremely uneasy.
Just as he was about to ask about the system's situation, he heard a commotion in the distance—
"A tidal wave of afterimages?!"
Instantly shocked, watching the approaching afterimage, Mo Wunian felt that something seemed to have exceeded his expectations and was beginning to deviate from them.
(Wait! Wasn't it supposed to break out in two weeks? How did it happen so soon?)
However, judging from the situation, it didn't seem to be a particularly large-scale attack; it appeared to be only approaching in a small group, and their objective was clear—they were heading straight for them.
(Could it be that random accidents are happening again?)
But he couldn't worry about that right now. Just as he picked up his sword, ready to go down and cause a ruckus, he saw someone shield him from behind.
Ge Shulin's eyes instantly turned icy cold as he looked at the aftermath below, and purple flames once again appeared on the blade in his hand.
"let me"
"You stay in the back."
The tone was utterly unyielding, as if anyone who dared to disobey would be punished first, creating an overwhelming sense of pressure.
"okay"
He had just agreed when he felt a gust of wind rush past him. When he saw the other side again, a raging purple flame had already engulfed the entire battlefield.
It seemed like it had been a long time since he had experienced such a satisfying battle. Standing on high ground, he watched as his opponent slashed down one small phantom with a single strike, and dispatched a whole group of phantoms with two strikes.
If it encounters any surviving Purple Flame, it will automatically inflict additional damage, ensuring that everything is burned completely, leaving not even ashes.
Seeing that nothing could stop the opponent from swinging his sword, he felt a cold sweat pour down his back—what a martial arts fanatic!
This was only his fighting strength when he was a teenager: if he had faced Geshu Lin at this age... let alone not attacking him...
Even if they did fight, they'd probably be half-crippled.
"As expected of a general..."
Just as the battle below was about to end, the system's voice sounded in my mind again—