Chapter 102 Chapter 102 Fu Lan
Before Bu Qingjue could think carefully about what those words meant, and before his sadness had subsided, the ground suddenly shook violently.
“This place is going to collapse,” Xie Zhoujian stood up and pulled him up: “Let’s get out of here first.”
...He always believed in himself.
Why? ?
Jie Zhoujian took the lost-thinking Bu Qingjue and ran out. The outside world was not peaceful either; it was a scene of chaos, with fire and blood staining the entire sky red.
Jie led his men on a long escape, and eventually returned to the shores of Shuiyun Lake by a twist of fate. The original Qing family territory in the center of Shuiyun Lake is now deserted, but the island in the middle of the lake is a bit quieter, and there are not many people or monsters coming here, so it can be used as a place for their final conversation.
"Are you calm now?"
"..." Bu Qingjue looked at him again. Jie Zhoujian seemed genuinely worried about him, but he already felt that he wasn't worth it.
The system initially assigned him the task of leading the daytime mission because his pathetic combat skills required a bodyguard who wouldn't affect the plot.
If he hadn't been rescued during the day, he would have died on the way.
Bu Qingjue didn't know what to think, because even if he were given the chance to fulfill his wish now, as long as he couldn't forget these things, he would not be able to spend the rest of his life happily.
He's not a cold-blooded person; he tosses and turns at night.
With his eyes closed, he could see Ruan Linglai's grief and indignation before her death, Yan Shiqun's infighting with Wen Tianyu, Shen Ziju's resolute decision, and Yun Yuelin's suicide.
And... along the way, he met Jie Zhoujian, got to know Yun Yuelin, and spent several months in Jingge, enjoying a brief respite.
The six guest ministers of Jingge were ultimately only mentioned in the mouths of the mountain people of Beishan, and may not have become a legend many years later.
He came to this damned world, and unlike all other transmigrators, he had no cheat codes or unexpected good fortune. Yet, step by step, he pushed all the characters to their most tragic ends.
Even though Jie Zhoujian repeatedly emphasized that it was not his fault, Bu Qingjue knew that he was involved in it.
The butterfly effect.
I want to see my teacher, I want to have endless money, and I want to live a better life than everyone else in the real world.
There's no such thing as getting something for nothing; he knew that all along.
He was just deceiving himself not to care; it was just a few lives in a novel.
Bu Qingjue couldn't even blame the system; how could a data-driven system possibly understand the two sides of human nature?
Rather, it's more accurate to say that the system originally intended to force him to comply; it's already quite good that he was able to secure an equal status.
what to do……
What should he do now?
Would you wish for amnesia?
Isn't that just deceiving yourself?
"Qingjue, Qingjue..."
Jie called out twice during the day before Bu Qingjue came to his senses.
"You don't need to think about anything, you just need to tell me what to do now."
"..."
Bu Qingjue's pupils trembled.
“You’ve received some new mission, haven’t you? I know, because this world still exists, and you haven’t left yet, which proves there are still missions to be done,” Jie Zhoujian asked patiently. “What is it?”
“…No,” Bu Qingjue shook his head quickly, “I can’t…”
Now, all three families are wiped out, and all the main characters have left...
Are you suggesting he go and kill...?
“You just need to tell me,” Jie said, looking at him, “what else needs to be done.”
"...How could you do this!" Bu Qingjue couldn't hold back any longer, her voice exploding as she angrily rebuked, "How could you say that so calmly?!"
How many possibilities and how many possible outcomes did he consider?
Why can this person act like nothing's wrong and calmly ask him this question?
Did he even know he was going to die? Did he even know how conflicted he was?
Whether he knew or not... Jie Zhoujian, other people, and this world were no strangers to him.
“Bu Qingjue,” Jie Zhoujian wasn’t angry, but instead reached out and hugged him, his strength neither too light nor too heavy: “My life was given to me by you, even if it was short, I still lived, and… didn’t you keep all the promises you made to me at the beginning?”
Jie family, name...
“I don’t believe in fate, but I can choose to believe in a living person. Even if you can’t save everything in the end, you’re not a person of this world, and you shouldn’t be forced to bear the guilt of this world. There’s nothing wrong with acting in your own best interests.”
“You need to understand this principle: whether to save him or not, whether to leave or stay, are all your choices,” Jie Zhoujian released him and looked him straight in the eye. “What you need to do now is stop trembling, wipe away your tears, and make a choice. Correspondingly, you must bear all the advantages and disadvantages that choice brings you.”
"..."
After he finished speaking, about a minute later, a glint of light suddenly appeared in Bu Qingjue's blood-red eyes.
"Release the daytime."
"exist."
"...I've thought it through, please trust me one more time."
"good."
Bu Qingjue drew the sword that Jie had been carrying at his waist during the day.
His hands were still trembling, and his eyes were bloodshot again.
Jie Zhoujian wondered if Bu Qingjue had communicated with the system outside the heavens during the one-minute pause just now.
After all, he can't actually read minds.
"I've decided on a name for your sword, but I won't tell you now, because you deserve a better one."
“If you can really remember everything,” Bu Qingjue said, “you can take revenge on me anytime.”
"……good."
"Don't you have anything else to say to me?"
You brat! Aren't you afraid it might really be goodbye forever?!
Damn it, damn it, damn it... He has a handsome face, but he's completely incapable of comforting people. Even at a time like this, he's still spouting platitudes... Damn it, damn it, damn it...
"Even if I confessed my feelings to you now, you wouldn't agree."
"……asshole……"
Bu Qingjue clenched his back molars.
“If you don’t look like this again after this,” Bu Qingjue said viciously, “I will never recognize you.”
A sword pierces the heart.
He didn't look at Jie Zhoujian's expression, only feeling that it was better to cause someone a short pain than a long one.
Jie Zhoujian was the first character he personally killed.
But it won't be the last.
Bu Qingjue's severe chest pain was not caused by the system, but was his own physiological reaction.
But soon, the surroundings began to distort and dissipate, eventually coalescing into a pure white space.
[Congratulations, host, you have completed all the storylines.]
"No need for nonsense," Bu Qingjue said, tossing away the blood-stained sword in his hand. The sword instantly dissipated into particles the moment it left his grasp. "The way to deal with unfinished novels is to destroy everything in the novel's world. Why didn't you say such important information from the beginning?"
[…I apologize, host. This is out of humanitarian considerations. Many hosts have taken extreme actions after learning about this before, which is why we decided to keep it a secret.]
"Like I said, you're afraid I won't do the mission if you tell me, right? Thank you so much for thinking of me so kindly."
[I admit, the host is right, and that's understandable. I hope the host understands. You've done a great job. You can wish to return to the real world and start a new life. If you need your memories erased, we can cooperate.]
"I wouldn't choose that. What was your answer when I asked you that question?"
[Host, this is truly beyond my authority. This novel world is already...]
A string of garbled characters appeared before Bu Qingjue's eyes.
[%……￥You……&……&%&……did……*……&*what]
【%￥……@&&】
"Why would you rather keep it from me and let me move the plot forward than change the characters? It's so hard to guess," Bu Qingjue laughed. "It's because you've been living inside my brain all along, right?"
"Before I made my wish, you and I coexisted, which means your mission was not completed, and we were still in the same boat."
"And if my thoughts are chaotic enough, I can also cause some degree of disintegration in you."
"￥%@……%……"
The system's boxes have faded, and the frequency of garbled text has begun to decrease.
“When an emotion reaches its peak, it becomes extremely intense,” Bu Qingjue wiped the blood from his nose. “Do you want me to die with you, consumed by hatred?”
[...]
The garbled text stopped.
[...]
"Ask one more time, how to break this deadlock?"
[...Although my permissions are currently insufficient, the host can choose to complete more challenging dungeons to increase their willpower until it can trace back to an entire world.]
[But I'm very curious about how you did it. Just a second ago, your psychological test showed you were in a state of chaos, overwhelmed with emotions. After entering this space, you were first calm, then reached the extreme of hatred, and now you're calm again. This is not an emotional level that humans can control.]
"Humans certainly can't achieve that, but once the system's principles are discovered, you can attack it point-to-point. I'm too lazy to explain the specifics to you, lest I die from talking too much."
“I am a person with no relatives or ties in real life. I hope to be truly useful at least once, otherwise even teachers won’t be happy. I want to save them, I want to truly get to know them.”
"I accept the challenge of the high-difficulty dungeon and receive the reward of returning to the world. Let's begin, system, tell me the conditions this time."
[...]
[Simulating tests and generating treaties]
[The host must complete the high-difficulty dungeon on their own. Number of rebirths: Unlimited]
"What about the others?"
Having an unlimited number of rebirths also means that the odds are against you.
But at least it's just pain, not real death.
[After completing a high-difficulty dungeon: 1. The host can never return to the real world, and cannot turn back]
"...Okay, anyway, I didn't have that 'want it all' mentality."
2. The host cannot change the life or death of other "people" outside the designated area.
What's within the scope?
[Main characters, or characters necessary for the plot within the last hundred years]
"In other words, I can't go back hundreds of years to save people from that era, that would be too shameless. But in the timeline I'm in, I can save as many people as I can, right?"
【Yes】
“Okay, then I need a preliminary preparation phase... at least I need a legitimate identity... and then... I need to handle some preliminary issues that I can manage.”
For example, the Xie family and the demon beasts would become difficult to deal with if left to their own devices.
...Got it.
"Isn't there a cannon fodder immortal lord who accidentally died? Give me his identity."
This is an additional price, and the host needs to pay an equivalent amount.
"Anyway, I can't go back. I've given him my life. From now on, he is me, and I become him."
[The price is reasonable, and it's in effect...]
Who are the main characters?
[The range anchor points are distinguished by special names, currently: Juexian, Jiwu, Minghen, Huishi, Wangsheng, Fulan]
"...I can roughly identify who they are...Why is the daytime codename the sword name I came up with?"
[The code name is strongly linked to the original method of death]
"..."
Floating Mist... it's not just a simple name for the sword he came up with.
The final inspiration for the sword's name came from their first night together at Shuiyun Lake, where fog rolled in and they eventually met their end there. That's why Bu Qingjue came up with the name.
Is it because he is about to become the "Misty Azure Immortal Lord"? And Jie Zhoujian died at his hands.
[3. Once the plot officially begins, the host must enter with blank memories; failure means there is no way to start over.]
"The second sentence is understandable, but what about the first sentence? Why actively erase memories?"
[According to the normal procedure, the host's mission should have ended here. Even if the high-difficulty dungeon is completed, it does not mean that you can freely rewind the world. The host's memories need to be refreshed...]
To put it simply...
[Create New Folder]
"...I understand."
[Host, rest assured, as long as you complete the high-difficulty dungeon, the stats will be retained, only the memory will be erased, provided you can actually complete it.]
"Are you done talking?"
[Confirmation complete, you may begin]
"I still have the right to make one more wish, right?"
You can choose to accumulate your wish power, which will reduce your suffering.
"No need, I'll use it now."
"My wish is that if I can accomplish everything, I and the people I know can achieve what I perceive as a truly good ending."
[This wish is somewhat unworthy. Aren't you already going to fulfill it yourself? The whole thing was accomplished for this reason. This is an unnecessary statement.]
"This is a layer of insurance. If I am fortunate enough to remember everything in the future, I will be grateful for this sentence."
[The wish is valid because of the preconditions.]
[Please proceed to the high-difficulty dungeon and complete the various tasks.]
Thus, he was no longer Bu Qingjue; he was Wu Qingxianjun, Qingjue.
From then on, he abandoned fame and returned home, once again embarking on the bloody path he had walked before.
The so-called high-difficulty dungeon was different from the quick transmigration mission that Bu Qingjue had imagined.
It was pure slaughter.
He died and came back to life, came back to life and died again.
It's less like doing quests and more like brute-force leveling up.
So-called willpower was actually built up by his death.
That makes sense; who dies is still dead.
But he was prepared; he promised to understand the daytime and witnessed the painful deaths of others.
He went from his initial tragic death to finally facing the level boss and clearing the level without taking any damage. He didn't know how long it took, but there was no mental shock. For him, it was just repeating the same process.
Furthermore, Bu Qingjue is indeed very intelligent and talented. His completion time was shorter than the system's calculation, which also helped the system accumulate a lot of achievements.
Undeniably, these near-death experiences also eroded much of his humanity.
When he became the Immortal Lord of Mist and completed the prerequisite task he had set, he appeared to the world as a pure killing machine.
An arrogant, cold-blooded being who pierced the throats of a hundred demons with a single tea leaf—a terrifying existence.
Just before the main plot was about to begin and he was about to erase his memories, Bu Qingjue unexpectedly found it quite cool.
This time, let's go back to the beginning and accompany you as you grow up.
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