AWB Chapter 6 Experience
Chapter 6 Experience
"A mere afterimage the size of a small giant wave dares to block my path? A piece of cake!"
"Xiao Bai! It's done, come over here!"
Time flew by like water, and the two of them had been wandering in this wilderness for over a month.
After cleanly and decisively finishing off the remaining figure with a backhand sword strike, he shrugged contentedly, hands on his hips, then turned and shouted at the person who had been silently watching him from afar.
The protagonist's strength also increased rapidly: not only did he have someone to guide him personally, but he also received rewards from the system in his mind from time to time.
This made him laugh hysterically. The system was incredibly generous; ever since the 55th review was passed, he only needed to complete certain tasks daily to gain experience.
Experience is incredibly useful; it can not only be used to increase skill proficiency points, but also to improve various stats of your own body.
Although the experience required increases with each level up, the feeling of becoming stronger is irresistible!
Sometimes the tasks can get weird—like having a heart-to-heart talk with the little kid next to you who isn't a child, watching the stars with them, or giving them a big hug.
Fortunately, these tasks don't occur very frequently; most of the time, he's sent out to fight monsters.
Over time, he came to believe that the system was assigning these tasks to help him better learn how to care for children, so he naturally stopped worrying about them too much.
"You still have injuries, don't you?"
Although the other person's movements were far better than when he first met them, there were still some oversights and carelessness.
Ge Shulin completely ignored the person's attempt to escape, grabbing the other's sleeve and barely managing to pull before a howl erupted.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Little Bai! Brother Bai! It hurts, it hurts..."
"Shut up, now you know you're afraid of pain."
"Why didn't we think to be more careful back then!"
Looking at the knife wound on the other person's left hand that almost reached their shoulder, he felt both heartache and anger, but also helplessness.
Although he used to have to treat his wounds frequently as a general, sometimes even his serious injuries were treated by the enemy using unreasonable methods.
Although he knew that everything in the world had its flaws, he also understood one principle: everything comes at a price.
As the other person treated his old wounds, he could clearly sense that the other person would become depressed for a long time after using that ability.
My energy is constantly declining.
Even when I call him, it takes him a long time to respond.
He then roughly guessed that this ability might be linked to the other party's mental strength.
After realizing this, he found it difficult to look the other person in the eye and refused to let them use that ability to heal him.
When he brought it up, he could clearly see the other person's lack of understanding and disagreement, but fortunately, that person had always been respectful of him, so they switched to normal medical techniques.
However, the fundamental problem within him remained unresolved: he was still in the form of a six-year-old child, and dared not use too much of his strength.
That invisible shackle has always bound him, causing him to forever retain the strength of a six-year-old, and when faced with attacks from residual images, he can only let the opponent make the first move.
"..."
Mo Wunian finally stopped howling. Seeing the child in front of him seemingly revert to his abnormal state, he said he was already used to it.
It seems she changed after learning that her strange medical skills consumed her own energy.
Even when he later invited the child to go stargazing, the child didn't refuse.
I don't know whether it's a good thing or a bad thing.
After the child, who was holding his hand, had given him a quick treatment and turned his wound around, he patted the child with his other hand and then gave what he thought was a very bright smile.
"When you walk by the river, you're bound to get your shoes wet; no matter how hard you try to fight monsters, it's difficult to avoid risks."
"I didn't ask you to do anything, just watch what I'm doing."
Then he got another disapproving look, and he continued walking forward alone, carrying his knife on his back.
"Hey! Wait for me!"
Seeing that the little brat run off on his own again, thinking only of the future reward, he had no choice but to follow.
"What's wrong? Are you throwing a tantrum again?"
"I always listen carefully to your guidance during battles, even though you look younger than me, I still respect you."
"You might develop facial paralysis if you do this!"
Stepping over the surrounding rock walls, he quickly caught up with his opponent, forcing him to stop with a single sword strike. Mo Wunian frowned, looking at Ge Shulin, who was inexplicably throwing a tantrum again: he truly didn't understand.
He felt that as the other party's temporary guardian (self-appointed), he had shown considerable respect for them.
Not only did she humbly seek advice on practical combat techniques, but she also personally catered to the child's appetite, even agreeing to let the child heal with her inexplicable ability when the child didn't want to.
If it weren't for that purple talent, which also came with some medical knowledge, he wouldn't have known how to treat it.
Ge Shulin looked up at his companion, who had been by his side for the past month. He knew he shouldn't take his temper out on him.
But when I think about how I've been protected, treated, and cared for by the other person for so long, and how I've always been treated like a child...
His pride as a general was constantly wounded, a constant mockery of himself for willingly accepting the protection of others.
"..."
Just as he was about to speak, he felt another embrace: the same warmth as always, the heartbeat resonating with his own, and the refreshing scent once again clearing his somewhat confused mind.
"Alright, alright, this time it was my fault for not fighting seriously."
"It's my fault for not protecting myself and making you worry."
"I promise it won't happen again: if it does, you can scold me all you want."
His clenched fist loosened again, and the darkness in his golden eyes vanished in an instant—it was always like this; he always managed to stop himself from the brink of exploding.
He really wanted to ask the other person: "Don't you ever feel tired of tolerating other people's temper, caring about their emotions, and considering their thoughts time and time again?"
He couldn't do it, but coincidentally, there was someone like that right next to him.
Even... he's still concerned about himself.
Mo Wunian didn't care about any of that; he was overjoyed as he heard the news of his reward arriving in his account again.
"Ding! Congratulations, host, on completing the random task: 'Care for those around you 2'"
Reward: 100 experience points
(Wow! Another side quest like this will level me up! This time, let's focus on improving my physical abilities.)
(As long as my wound heals too quickly, this kid won't be able to say I was injured!)
He glanced at his own screen, nodded in satisfaction, and then released the other person contentedly, rubbing his head.
Although it was dodged again
He's become numb to the whole thing; he'll just avoid it if he wants to, it won't hurt him anyway.
"By the way, are we almost out of here? We've been walking for about a month now, haven't we?"
As another day was drawing to a close, the two found a secluded corner to rest.
Mo Wunian looked outside and saw that the backflow of rain had started again. He shook his head with some anxiety: the fact that it was raining meant that the two of them were still in a dangerous situation.
But somehow, the two of them kept seeing this thing wherever they went, as if it were stuck with them.
Ge Shulin naturally noticed this as well: he valued this even more than the other party, knowing that a large part of his command failures stemmed from not paying attention to the effects of the rain.
"That should be about right. We should be able to get out in another day..."
But despite saying that, his unease grew stronger, and he had no idea whether he could lead the people around him out of there.
Logically, the influence of the Ming Shi should have diminished after the war ended, but the almost constant Su Huiyu made him repeatedly re-examine this possibility.
"...No...no..."
Gazing at the rain flowing upstream, he felt a guiding thread within him—once he understood the coming and going of this rain, he could return to his former self.
He clutched his head, and it seemed as if he were hallucinating; he seemed to see again the blood-stained battlefield of that battle.
"General, this rain is definitely not as simple as it seems! I suggest we hold off for a while before attacking..."
"Too many of the soldiers returning home at night were injured..."
He stood in the rain, watching the surging tide of remnants, but shook his head, ignoring the other's advice.
"There's no time left, Ji Yan!"
"The longer the Lord of No Formless Flame delays, the stronger he will become by absorbing weapons!"
"Even if this rain is indeed related to the other party, we cannot back down!"
"send troops!"
But ultimately, it was his momentary carelessness that led to the disastrous defeat in that war.
The transformation from illusion to reality had a tremendous impact that directly disrupted all their plans and caused heavy losses to the Night Return Army.
He only remembered the soldiers' wailing cries, and the hoarse sounds that surged in wave after wave.
Blood red became the last color in my eyes.
"General Geshu...it hurts so much..."
"General...why would our former comrades turn against us with swords and spears..."
"General...I don't want to die..."
"Save me... General..."
The pleading voices did not make him stop; there was no time to turn back, only by holding on to the death could he secure a glimmer of hope for Jinzhou.
This was a mistake in his command, and a sin that dragged everyone down with him.
"..."
The scene before him began to blur, and he felt as if he were standing on that battlefield again, with only a lingering image before him.
“Save me!!!”
He gripped the knife tightly in his hand—
At that moment, Mo Wunian, who was watching the other person suddenly clutch their head, also received a system notification.
"Ding! Due to the influence of the retrograde rain, the child in front of you seems to be caught up in some unpleasant memories, and the danger level has increased."
"Please resolve the current crisis and offer guidance to the other party."
Reward: Famous Sword (once)
Without needing a system notification, Mo Wunian naturally noticed that the little brat in front of him was acting strangely. After carefully reviewing the issued task, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
(Wait...why are they suddenly giving out such a generous reward...wait a minute...wait a minute...something's fishy!)
What is a legendary sword? Anyone who's played a certain four-character game knows that the ability to be immune to one fatal blow is incredibly powerful.
Even a single chance would be enough to save his life.
But... something so incredibly powerful appeared in a seemingly simple task: something was clearly very wrong.
But who is he? A time traveler, someone who vowed to survive until the main quest.
Besides, he's just a kid, right? Advising that cold, arrogant brat is a piece of cake for him.