Chapter 77 (077 Two-in-One) [VIP]
"Brother? Brother? Wake up, wake up."
"Brother, why are you sleeping here?"
"Brother? Yin Chu Jiu? Yin Chu Jiu!"
The buzzing voices drifted closer, and Yin Chu Jiu finally understood what was being said and whose voice it was. It felt both familiar and strange; it was like a dream spanning years. He opened his eyes, stared at the face before him that was exactly like his own, blinked, and remained speechless for a long time.
He's back. He's really back.
But he didn't want to come back at all.
The room was still the same as when he had lost consciousness; the computer keyboard was still wet. The electric shock that had stunned him was gone, so he was safe. He lay face down on the keyboard, and a large amount of gibberish rolled out, disrupting the manuscript he was writing.
He spent over a decade in the illusionary world, but in the real world, only a short while passed, as if he had only had a dream.
He had just finished writing the part where Yue Ling was about to fall off the cliff and soar into the sky. Before he fainted, he wanted to finish writing the part in one go tonight and even save the draft. But now, looking at the document, he couldn't write a single word.
He knew what Yue Ling would go through to become a top expert, he knew his subordinates, his personality, and even what he was thinking. These weren't character designs he created as an author; they were things he knew through his own experiences.
He knew how much Yue Ling had suffered at the bottom of the cliff, how scared, angry, and desperate he was when he was pushed off the cliff, and how cold-hearted he felt when he saw so many corpses at the bottom of the cliff.
After all that, he couldn't write anymore. He knew all the plot points that followed, how they should develop, and how to write those unresolved elements in a way that would be engaging, but he had no more motivation, absolutely no more.
Just then, he suddenly heard Yin Chushi's voice again. It sounded a little urgent and anxious, without the nonchalant tone he had used before, and without the tone that had been arguing with him.
"Brother, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Yin Chu Jiu then felt a coldness on his face, and when he touched it, it was covered in water.
Yin Chu Jiu didn't answer, and Yin Chu Shi became even more anxious, her face full of worry. "Say something! Are you trying to drive me crazy? Why are you crying? Is there a problem with your novel? Are your grades bad? Or did someone scold you? Tell me!"
No, none of them.
Yin Chu Jiu finally couldn't hold back any longer. He covered his face, a sharp pain washing over him, and he burst into suppressed sobs. The boy's clear voice was hoarse as he cried uncontrollably.
Later, Yin Chu Jiu learned how Yin Chu Shi discovered he had fainted. He had gone to answer the phone, accidentally bumped into a low table, spilled water, and then went to clean the computer, where he was electrocuted and passed out. Naturally, he didn't answer the phone, but the phone kept ringing. Yin Chu Shi, who was sleeping in another room, heard the noise and rushed over.
At the same time, he also realized that he had only been unconscious for a few minutes.
At this time, Yin Chu Jiu was unaware of this. He kicked Yin Chu Shi out of the room, locked himself inside, and cried bitterly.
The next day, he posted all his drafts online, typed "The End," and brought the novel to a close, ensuring that the world truly existed and would never disappear. He remembered Zi Zhuo's instructions: in this way, even if he died, the novel would live on forever, and the world would live on forever.
He left his first and last article unfinished, and then he went on Weibo and posted a notice announcing his retirement from writing.
Then, he went to the school and asked what had happened that night. The school only said that there was an event for him to participate in. Yin Chu Jiu refused the event, went back to his rented room, and never went out again.
While he was away from home, his Weibo account was immediately flooded with messages. His fans flocked to his Weibo to ask what was going on and why he had stopped writing.
The novel isn't finished yet; what will the next part of the story be like?
Some people were concerned about his health and asked if he was sick and therefore unable to write anymore.
Some people even wanted to ask the editor for his address so they could visit him.
However, no matter how many comments there were on Weibo, Yin Chu Jiu did not reply. His Weibo was only updated again three days later.
"The protagonist is so annoying that he was given such a tragic protagonist, so he was summoned to that world and will suffer his torment for all eternity."
Even if he might be hated again, he still wanted to go back to that world.
I want to see him again.
At school, Yin Chu Shi also saw Yin Chu Jiu's Weibo post. He quickly packed his books and ran out of the school. Several of his friends called his name from behind, but he ignored them.
He rushed back to his rented room, extremely anxious. He had been so rushed these past few days that he had developed several blisters on his lips. Yin Chu Jiu locked herself in her room and wouldn't leave. That night, she suddenly burst into tears, and no matter how she asked, she couldn't get a reason. After that day, she felt something was wrong, but Yin Chu Jiu ignored her.
At the time, he didn't think it was that serious. After all, he had always lived with Yin Chu Jiu and had never seen him encounter any difficulties, nor had he ever seen him cry so sadly. Even when he learned from the headmistress that they had been abandoned as children, he hadn't cried like this. But now he realized that things were actually more serious than he had imagined.
Back at the rented room, Yin Chu Shi hurried to Yin Chu Jiu's room, only to find it still locked. This time, however, no one answered his knocks. Instead of leaving, he grabbed a small hammer and smashed the lock on the door.
So what if it's broken! He'll pay for it!
He managed to get in this time, but as soon as he entered, he saw that the room was completely dark, exuding a desolate and lonely atmosphere, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He went over and pulled back the curtains, and the sunlight outside immediately shone in. Only then did he discover Yin Chu Jiu lying on the bed, her face pale.
His eyes were dark and swollen, and he looked completely lifeless. Yin Chu Shi was frantic and pulled Yin Chu Jiu out of bed, yelling, "Yin Chu Jiu, you coward! What can't you tell me? I'm your brother! Even if something life-threatening happens to you, you have to tell me. I have the right to know!"
Yin Chu Jiu slowly raised his eyes and looked at the anxious expression on the face that was exactly the same as his. He felt despair rising from the bottom of his heart and engulfing him.
He realized with absolute certainty that he could never go back.
"The tenth." Yin Chu Jiu blinked, as if he had remembered something, and a glimmer of life appeared in his lifeless eyes. "Say something to me."
Yin Chu Jiu was extremely anxious. She had finally managed to speak to him, and without thinking, he asked, "What is it? I'll tell you."
Yin Chu Jiu, as if clinging to a sliver of hope, said almost humbly, "You said the character you created was so pitiful, aren't you afraid he'll break through the dimensional barrier and come back to take revenge on you?"
"What?" Yin Chu Shi was stunned. He had said those words just two days ago, but he was joking. Yin Chu Shi didn't react for a moment, but Yin Chu Jiu pleaded in a hoarse voice, "Chu Shi, say it, say it again, please say it again."
Worried that Yin Chu Jiu's emotions were unstable, Yin Chu Shi quickly repeated himself. After he finished speaking, he saw Yin Chu Jiu get out of bed, go to the low table, turn on the computer, spill the water from the glass onto the keyboard, and then take a piece of paper to wipe it up.
Yin Chu Shi didn't know what Yin Chu Jiu was going to do, why he wanted him to say that sentence, or why he poured water on the computer. But the next moment, he couldn't care less about his doubts, because that idiot Yin Chu Jiu actually unplugged the computer and placed it on the keyboard, while he took a piece of paper to wipe the water.
He quickly pulled Yin Chu Jiu away, threw the plug aside, and angrily said, "Yin Chu Jiu, are you crazy! Are you stupid! Are you trying to die now? Are you trying to kill yourself?!"
Yin Chu Shi was very angry, but Yin Chu Jiu didn't seem afraid of his anger. He just stared blankly at him, holding the paper in his hand, and a crystal tear fell from his big eyes.
One, two, three, and finally they all form a line.
Yin Chu Jiu cried again.
"I can't go back, I really can't go back."
...
Yin Chu Shi collapsed onto the bed in shock. In front of him, Yin Chu Jiu covered her face, crying and sobbing as she recounted her experience. How could this be? It was just a novel. How could Yin Chu Jiu have transmigrated into that novel? It was simply impossible.
Moreover, more than ten years have passed in that world, while only a few minutes have passed in this world, which is even more impossible.
But he also knew that Yin Chu Jiu wouldn't lie, and his desperate expression wasn't feigned; he had no reason to lie. Therefore, he really had traveled through time, and couldn't go back.
He transmigrated into a novel's world, met the protagonist, fell in love with him, and ended up with him. However, that world was merely a creation made to avenge him, and the protagonist also hated him.
In the end, they still liked each other, but they couldn't be together and had to separate.
What to do? He could find a way to help him with other things, but he couldn't do anything about this.
Yin Chu Shi suddenly raised her hand and slapped herself. "It's my fault! I shouldn't have said those things! It's my fault!"
If he hadn't spoken carelessly, Yin Chu Jiu wouldn't have encountered this situation. Although he said that the protagonist on that side hated him, which was why he was summoned there, he still felt that he was partly to blame.
Yin Chu Shi's actions startled Yin Chu Jiu. He wiped away his tears, grabbed his hand, and sobbed, "It's not your fault, don't hit yourself."
Yin Chu Shi wanted to continue fighting, but Yin Chu Jiu stopped him. Yin Chu Jiu was in a vulnerable state, and Yin Chu Shi didn't dare to argue with him, so he could only stop, hug him, and comfort him.
After being comforted by Yin Chu Shi, Yin Chu Jiu seemed to be in better spirits.
“Brother, since he’s alive and you’re alive, you still have a chance to meet. Don’t be depressed. You have to live well. Maybe one day they will find a way to truly summon you to their world, and then you and Yue Ling can truly be together.”
Yin Chu Jiu didn't speak, she just nodded.
Yin Chu Shi felt extremely distressed and guilty. "Brother, please don't make me worry, please don't make me sad, please? You're my only family member, I'm scared when you're like this."
Yin Chu Jiu smiled, but his smile sounded more like a grimace. "Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll live well."
However, despite Yin Chu Shi's words, Yin Chu Jiu never traveled through time again, and he never even dreamed of that world. Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
When Yin Chu Jiu transmigrated, it was during the second semester of his sophomore year. Half a year later, he would be a junior, and after that, he would be a senior, and he would have to start looking for a job.
He no longer writes novels; he has fallen in love with writing in his diary, recording what he did and ate each day, as if he were telling another person through his diary.
At the start of their junior year, their class prevented a class reunion. In the past six months, Yin Chu Jiu had reduced his participation in class activities. Now, he planned to focus on building his network of contacts, and his emotions were more stable than six months ago, so he attended the reunion.
They chose a hot pot restaurant with a good reputation and reasonable prices on the hot pot street outside the school for their meal. To create a lively atmosphere, they also ordered several dozen bottles of alcohol.
The students, all fond of merriment, picked up their drinks one after another and began to drink, toasting each other. Yin Chu Jiu had previously been quite popular in class; he was handsome, fair-skinned, and kind. His body was different from the one in the illusion, more in line with current aesthetic standards—in other words, a pretty boy.
The pretty boy Yin Chu Jiu used to be popular, but he hadn't been for six months. His presence at the dinner party today shows that he also wants to repair his relationship with his classmates. Unlike people in the real world who have complicated thoughts, his classmates took the initiative to toast him, which can be considered as giving him a way out.
Yin Chu Jiu accepted every toast offered; whoever offered him a drink, he would drink. In the end, he didn't even know whose wine he was drinking, only that he felt incredibly refreshed. So refreshed was he as if he could forget his unhappiness. In his hazy state, he seemed to see someone behind the crowd, someone who looked just like Yue Ling, also dressed in a black robe, with long hair, and an icy demeanor. But after taking two steps in that direction, the person vanished; there was nothing there.
asshole!
fraud!
Heaven is unjust!
Yin Chu Jiu cursed loudly, it was unclear whether he was cursing himself or God. But he certainly wasn't cursing Yue Ling, because he couldn't bear to part with her.
Yin Chu Jiu was quite drunk, and later Yin Chu Shi came to pick him up. As Yin Chu Shi carried him forward, he kept telling him to take care of himself.
Just as he was speaking, Yin Chu Jiu, who was on his back, suddenly spoke up, saying, "Chu Shi, I saw Yue Ling."
Yin Chushi paused for a moment, then coaxed, "So what did he say to you?"
Yin Chu Jiu laughed like a child, but the next moment she looked like a child again and burst into tears, "He didn't say anything to me. I just saw him once and then he disappeared. Do you think he came to find me or come to see me? Will I be able to be with him soon?"
Yin Chu Jiu asked earnestly, and Yin Chu Shi answered earnestly as well. The road was neither short nor long, and it took Yin Chu Shi nearly an hour to bring Yin Chu Jiu home.
After placing Yin Chu Jiu on the bed, Yin Chu Shi wiped his face, took off his shoes, and then left. Once he was out, seeing Yin Chu Jiu already asleep on the bed, he immediately turned over, buried himself in the sheets, and burst into tears.
Chu Jiu was lying to him; he couldn't go back.
There's really no going back.
That was an illusion; what he saw was definitely not Yue Ling. Yue Ling is in another world; how could he have come to this world? It's impossible, absolutely impossible.
Buried under the covers, Yin Chu Jiu cried uncontrollably. His head was spinning, and after crying, he lost all reason. He cried himself to sleep.
Perhaps he was really lucky today. He had a hallucination of Yue Ling while he was eating, and he dreamed of Yue Ling for the first time after he fell asleep.
However, what he dreamed of was not the grown-up Yue Ling, but Yue Ling as a child, and even younger Yue Ling, who looked like two or three years old. He himself was an even smaller child, or rather, a newborn baby.
He knew it was a dream, but he couldn't help being kind to Yue Ling. After he could crawl, he loved going to play with Yue Ling, and his mother didn't stop him. He was very good to Yue Ling; none of the other children in Juanyun Alley liked playing with Yue Ling, but he loved playing with her.
He was young and didn't speak very clearly, but he followed Yue Ling around all day, doing whatever Yue Ling did.
At this point, Yue Ling was still somewhat silent, but not as wary as when he was five or six years old, and he was able to respond to his kindness.
In that dream, he lived for two years—a very long time, so long that he thought it was just another illusion. But when he was a little over two years old, he woke up. Looking at the familiar yet strange ceiling and smelling the strong smell of alcohol on the sheets, he realized it was all a dream.
Since he could dream of Yue Ling, Yin Chu Jiu developed a fondness for sleeping. Aside from work, he did nothing but sleep, going to bed early every night and closing his eyes to sleep.
Sometimes he dreams of Yue Ling, sometimes he doesn't. He dreams of her a few times, but he doesn't dream of her most of the time.
However, what makes him happy is that he rarely dreams about his childhood. Most of the time, he dreams about Yue Ling as an adult. He dreams about the scenes he and Yue Ling experienced in the past, and also about the time when they separated.
I felt pain when we parted, but when I dreamed of it again, it felt sweet.
Later, Yin Chu Jiu discovered that he seemed to be sick. Several times when he was awake, he seemed to see the scenes in his dreams, the world, the streets and forests he had been to.
But it was just an illusion. When he walked toward the illusion, it disappeared the next moment. Then, he found himself standing in the middle of the road, causing a traffic jam. Many drivers stuck their heads out of their cars and cursed at him.
Later, Yin Chu Jiu stopped going into the illusion, and he was right, because the illusion would disappear after a few moments. But later, he found that his illness was getting worse, and the illusion seemed to last much longer.
However, he dared not tell Yin Chu Shi about this, for he would worry.
"The strongest man on the Illusion Demon Continent was once a monster covered in long hair. Everyone on the continent loathed and hated him. No one wanted to talk to him, live with him, or chat with him. Later, he was pushed off a cliff, but when he rose again, he became a top expert. He gathered many subordinates and established the number one power on the continent—Lingyue Palace."
"He was cold-hearted and ruthless by nature. No one could match him. After he became famous, he killed many powerful people. For a time, no one on the entire continent could rival him."
"Lingyue Palace's influence extends throughout the entire Illusion Demon Continent, and it is virtually unmatched."
In the teahouse, a storyteller sat on the stage, recounting Yue Ling's story with great eloquence. The deeds of the Great Sage of Illusion were practically the hottest topic across the entire continent. Although Yue Ling's reputation wasn't great, many people wanted to know how he became so powerful, and many also wanted to know what kind of cliff he had fallen from. For a time, a craze even swept through the area at the bottom of the cliff in search of his adventures.
However, instead of finding the right opportunity, Yue Ling became increasingly popular. Almost everyone could say a few words about Yue Ling's timing. Just then, as the storyteller was speaking, someone below added a disgruntled comment.
"Elder Yun, your information is outdated. Lingyue Palace has been silent since it destroyed Scorpion Palace a month ago. Why don't you go and find out what Lingyue Palace is doing now, and what Yue Ling is doing? Otherwise, what's the point of us listening to this?"
Elder Yun, though criticized, was not angry. He smiled and said, "Now that you mention it, I have indeed received some other information."
"Tell me quickly!"
"Old Yun, hurry up and tell us, stop keeping us in suspense!"
"I've heard that Lingyue Palace is currently recruiting renowned array masters on a large scale, and their people are also searching for materials to build arrays in various other places. Not only that, they seem to be placing arrays in other parts of the continent, as if summoning something, experimenting in those places to see where the effect is best. A few days ago, the rolling thunderclouds in the sky were caused by Lingyue Palace."
The audience below became very excited.
"What? It really was caused by Lingyue Palace? We thought it was some powerful expert cultivating that caused such a big commotion. We also thought that someone could finally challenge Yue Ling."
"Hey, do you know why Lingyue Palace is doing this? Are they looking for something?"
"Hey, are you stupid? Is there anything on this continent that Lingyue Palace can't find?"
A corner of the Fantasy Demon Continent.
A handsome man dressed in a black robe stood before a cliff, his eyes gazing into the distance, seemingly looking at something, yet also seemingly not looking at anything at all.
Suddenly, a young man dressed in purple appeared out of thin air behind him. The young man held a folding fan and said with suppressed excitement, "My lord, the formation is complete. This time, the teleportation array will definitely be stable and can bring the people over from there!"
Author's Note:
The real world is just a transition; we'll return to the world of the novel.
Thank you to the little angel who voted for me!
Thank you to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: Cha Han 1;
Thank you so much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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