Chapter 70 The Same Person
"Actually, you are Jiguo Yansheng."
Yan Sheng felt that he wouldn't normally think that other people had a problem with their brains, but he still kindly asked 1008.
"Why don't you go and request a repair?"
"No, listen to me."
1008 has given up entirely; since everything's been discovered anyway, there's no harm in saying it.
"Novels and comics are cultural and entertainment products. They have a fixed main storyline, and only after completing it will they become a complete parallel universe."
Yan Sheng didn't say anything more. Even if he thought 1008 was making excuses, he had to let the other person finish speaking first.
"You are actually Kokushimaru Tsugikuni. You belonged to this world from the beginning. According to you, half of your soul was torn away due to a spacetime collision. You died over there and then came back."
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Yan Sheng felt that this was even more shocking than the claim that he had time-traveled as a child, and his expression was indescribable.
"I don't know why, but you have memories of traveling through that time and space since birth, but as you get older, you have basically forgotten these things."
1008 said dejectedly, already imagining its miserable state of being marked as unqualified for internship.
"You were gone before the plot got too bad! Aaaaaaaahh ...
"ah?"
Yan Sheng really didn't expect that his strange question to 1008 was based on his understanding of himself and his many years of experience in online literature.
"I remember now? Or rather, Iwakatsu Tsugikuni remembers now?"
"I have to say I don't know what happened, but you suddenly increased your training intensity. I suspect it might have triggered your memory to resurface! And then you died because you hadn't rested for a long time."
"Would I do that?"
Before Yan Sheng could recover from the fact that he was originally a comic book character, he was labeled with another accusation.
"If you do that, the plot will be messed up! If you die, Yoriichi Tsugikuni won't leave the Demon Slayer Corps, and there'll be almost no chance he'll meet Tanjiro Kamado. Then the Sun Breathing technique won't be passed down, and the main storyline will fall apart!"
1008 was heartbroken, feeling like a miserable worker who had worked hard coding and making games only to find a bunch of bugs.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible for him to have died for that reason. You're slandering me."
"No, shouldn't you care that you and Kokushiro Iwakatsu are the same person?"
1008 was shocked. It really wanted to call the police. Why did it care so much about how you died?
"A bit surprising, isn't it? But we really do look a lot alike, don't we?"
Iwakatsu sincerely admitted that he was indeed very similar to Tsugikuni Iwakatsu in many ways. Personality is generally related to heredity, environment, family education, and personal experience, but if all four aspects are different, then the only possibility is that they are the same person who just has no memory of each other.
"Okay, it's actually very simple. It's just that your nerves split into two. When you were little, it could still receive your memories, so your thinking was a bit confused."
1008 is now like a drooping eggplant, let's continue explaining.
“We initially planned to have you come back and go through the process before sending you to be reincarnated, but we have no right to erase your memories.”
1008 felt extremely aggrieved. As the one maintaining the system, it was completely different from what humans thought, and it had no rights at all.
"Therefore, the only way I can do this is to assign you tasks to help with the maintenance."
At this point, 1008 felt a little guilty, noticing that Yan Sheng's expression had suddenly turned sour.
"So it's impossible for me to be resurrected in the original world or to survive in the story?"
"No, of course we keep our promise, and you really did die suddenly over there!"
"..."
Yan Sheng felt that there was no way to refute this, but he also felt quite wronged, as he was not usually so reckless.
What about memories?
Yan Sheng asked, this was what he cared about most, because he couldn't actually recall it completely, as if it had been programmed.
"I don't know. How would I know your memories? Both are you. If you don't show them to yourself, there's nothing I can do."
1008 is inexplicable; how does it know about Yan Sheng's memories?
"If I were a person from this world, why would I think this is a comic book?"
"Because the place you're wearing does indeed have this comic, and we suspect that it might be because you didn't live long after you split apart, otherwise it would be impossible for you to stop breathing at the same time. Although we can't explain it, we can't deny that you are Tsugikuni Kokushima, and the soul can't lie."
Yan Sheng fell silent. This was a lot of information, and his thoughts were a bit muddled. He needed to sort it out.
First, he is Ji Guoyansheng.
Secondly, half of his consciousness traveled to another time and space.
Third, he had memories of the other person when he was a child, but forgot them when he grew up, and now he is just coming back.
No wonder it felt so familiar; there was even the shadow of a playmate in my memory. It turned out to be a memory belonging to another version of myself.
"I……"
Yan Sheng's feelings were mixed. He had always considered himself an outsider. But when he learned about this, he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't like taking over other people's bodies or living someone else's life.
"Do I have to follow the storyline?"
Yan Sheng knew his own thoughts clearly. He didn't want to see the tragedy in the original work, and he didn't want to repeat such a meaningless storyline.
"At the very least, there has to be a main storyline... otherwise the world will collapse."
1008 whispered, "Now that all its secrets have been exposed, what else can it do?"
"I see."
Yan Sheng didn't ask anything about 1008, but instead stayed there and played Go for a long time.
He never expected that he would become like that in another environment. He realized that he was not a genius after all.
Everything is a mess now. He wants to change things, but he's already become a ghost, and he can't abandon the main storyline. He has to find a way to have the best of both worlds.
Since he is Tsugikuni Iwakatsu, his thoughts are Tsugikuni Iwakatsu's thoughts. He wouldn't follow the old path knowing the outcome.
"If you just hold on a little longer, we really will guarantee that you won't die in the finale like before."
1008 suggested that it could not force Yan Sheng to help it maintain the world, but it believed that the collapse of the world would not be good for Yan Sheng either.
"It's different! This is different."
Yan Sheng frowned in annoyance, looking at the clearly distinguished black and white chess pieces, and retorted.
"So what are you thinking now?"
1008 asked, somewhat bewildered. For systems like theirs that maintain the plot, there's actually no way to directly interfere with a parallel universe.
“You said there has to be a main storyline, so let’s continue down that path, but how we do it is up to me.”
Yan Sheng stood up, and he rarely smiled, but it gave 1008 a bad feeling.
"Honey, what are you going to do?"
"As long as there's a main storyline, isn't that enough? All I need to do is help maintain the necessary nodes, right? The rest isn't important."
“Um… I guess so…” 1008 said uncertainly.
"That's fine then."
Yan Sheng looked at the transparent blue task panel and said calmly.
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