Chapter 142 Main World 1 Both of them woke up.
Jian Ziyan took a deep breath, and then...
"Cough, cough, cough!"
He coughed violently, and something cold and hard was stuck in his throat, almost choking him to death just as he was able to breathe.
With his violent coughing, the thing stuck in his throat was coughed out smoothly and rolled to the floor with a thud.
Jian Ziyan was stunned for a moment.
He stood up, his eyes slowly moving, looking at everything around him.
In the dead of night, everything was silent. The computer had fallen into sleep mode, leaving only the faint hum of its chassis. A can of Coke, which he had just taken a sip of, was placed on the table. The carbon dioxide in it had long since disappeared. A thin layer of dust had accumulated on the table. He was wearing a thin V-neck T-shirt, and his raised fingers were slender and his skin was fair.
It's his own body.
It is no longer various unknown dynasties or worlds, no longer has bizarre environments and various unreal creatures, this is his own world, his own cheap rental house, he no longer has to pretend to be any character, and there is no longer a sickle on his neck that can kill him at any time.
He went home.
Jian Ziyan sat blankly in his computer chair, his eyes slightly red.
If he was still the same Jian Ziyan, he would probably be lying on the table crying now, but he had experienced too much now, so he just took a few deep breaths and his expression returned to normal.
Then he tentatively called out in his mind: "Xiaojiu?"
419: "I'm here, host, we really succeeded!"
Xiaojiu was also there, having successfully followed him back to his world. The last stone in Jian Ziyan's heart fell, and he smiled.
"Welcome to my world, Xiaojiu," he said.
It was actually a gamble for them to return safely.
After the cyber world ended, Jian Ziyan returned to the consciousness space as usual. He and Xiao Jiu carefully calculated the current points.
When he came back from the pirate world, Jian Ziyan was busy escaping and had no time to see how much forgiveness he had earned in that world. 419 silently exchanged it for points for him. With the compensation points he got for the mistakes in the world plus the points he had just experienced in the cyber world, Jian Ziyan's total points had exceeded an astonishing 200 million. The long string of glittering zeros almost blinded the eyes of everyone and the system.
419 said dreamily, "Points, so many points. I have never seen so many points before."
With so many points, it should be more than enough to return to the real world, but the current situation is hard to say. After all, even the system's headquarters may have been blown up. It is not certain how effective 419 can be now.
However, 419 is very confident: "Host, don't worry. No matter what happens, it will be no problem to send you home."
Jian Ziyan asked: "If the headquarters had not been bombed, what would you do if the host returned home under normal circumstances?"
419 said: "Normally, after we send them off, we can go back to the headquarters to report on our work, but I still can't contact the headquarters now."
Jian Ziyan said as a matter of course: "In this case, let's follow our original plan. You come back with me first."
That being said, there has never been a precedent of a system following the host home, so whether Jian Ziyan's real-world consciousness will accept 419, and whether 419 can come over, are all unknown.
Now that Jian Ziyan clearly heard the voice of 419, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, none of the things he had worried about happened.
Once the personal safety of one person and one system is resolved, we need to consider other issues.
Generally speaking, the host's memory of completing the mission will be erased after returning home, but Jian Ziyan's case is special. Not to mention the current situation where the headquarters has disappeared, he had already been compensated by retaining his memory due to the invasion of souls from another world, so he has not forgotten anything now, and everything that happened before is engraved in his mind.
Jian Ziyan: "Xiaojiu, can you still call up my system panel?"
I tried 419 and it actually worked.
Jian Ziyan flipped through his system panel, which recorded every world he had experienced and all the props he had used.
The long string of zeros showing the points was still there, but it was half as many as before, proving that 419 had indeed used points redemption to send him back.
And in the difficulty column of the world he is currently in, there is actually a C-level icon.
What was going on? The system actually gave his world a danger rating? And it was a C.
Jian Ziyan curled the corners of his mouth.
It doesn’t matter. This is his own world. He has no tasks to complete and no one’s forgiveness to gain. No matter how difficult it is, it has no effect on him.
He thought about it and opened the system store again.
What he didn't expect was that the system store didn't turn gray!
This means that he can still buy items in the store!
Jian Ziyan's breath was choked. This... is this real?
You should know that the system store was created by high-dimensional creatures, just for the host to use in completing tasks in the small world. Any item taken out is beyond the imagination of the world.
And now he is extremely rich, he can buy the most expensive things in the store at wholesale prices...
Looking at these dazzling array of goods, Jian Ziyan's pupils contracted.
419 noticed his action: "Host, do you want to buy something?"
"I... want to give it a try." Jian Ziyan thought about it, tried to point his fingertips at the lowest level prop area, and randomly selected a product.
Infinite money bags that can automatically match the current world's universal currency, which is inexhaustible.
Compared with those props that can easily destroy the world and modify cause and effect, money is really the least valuable prop for the tasker.
The moment Jian Ziyan clicked the redemption button, a chill suddenly enveloped him. His face changed, and before he could sort out his thoughts, his heart was suddenly gripped by an invisible hand.
This was not a metaphor, but a real hand grabbed his heart. His heart stopped suddenly and his face turned pale. He could not even sit still in the chair and rolled to the ground.
"Host!" 419 exclaimed.
Jian Ziyan's eyes went dark, his breathing stopped, and his face quickly turned red.
Before he died from severe pain and suffocation, he opened his mouth with all his strength and uttered a weak sound in his consciousness.
"Cancel...Exchange..."
419 had been following him for so long that he immediately understood what he meant and quickly cancelled the unlimited money bag that was being exchanged.
In an instant, the big hand that was holding Jian Ziyan's heart disappeared, and his breathing returned to normal.
He fell on his back and breathed heavily. The old-fashioned fan on the ceiling seemed to rotate automatically in his eyes.
"Host..." 419's cautious voice sounded, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Jian Ziyan coughed twice, covered his chest and sat up, with a self-deprecating smile on his pale face, "Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise I would have been in trouble."
"What's going on?" 419 was a little confused. "Why do you suddenly look like you're about to die?"
"Maybe. After all, this is not a mission world, so we are not allowed to use backdoor stuff." Jian Ziyan sat back in his chair, grabbed the cup of Coke and wanted to take a sip. He brought it to his mouth and smelled a strange smell, so he put it back. "To put it simply, I guess your existence is a bug. When you don't have any effect, the world consciousness pretends not to see you, but once your attempt affects the world, the world consciousness will eliminate you... Since it can't eliminate you directly, it chooses to eliminate me. This is the guess I can think of."
419 was stunned and said, "Damn it, then I will become a useless little thing? I can't help you with anything!"
"It's not a big problem, as long as I don't exchange items anymore." Jian Ziyan calmed down and said with some palpitations, "This is just a low-level item. If I had exchanged for a high-level item out of greed, I'm afraid I wouldn't have had time to warn you."
The world consciousness is clearing out outsiders, and Jian Ziyan has already experienced its horror.
Jian Ziyan was very open-minded about this. Although it was a pity that so many good things could not be exchanged, but being able to come back alive with his memories was the best result he had expected. Even Xiaojiu was an unexpected surprise. So forget about these props that were not meant for him.
Jian Ziyan closed the system interface and stroked the desktop with his fingertips, which was immediately covered with a layer of dust.
"But do you know what happened?" he asked, "It seems like a long time has passed since I traveled through time, but the ice is still stuck in my throat. It almost choked me to death when I just came back."
"Oh, that's right. After the host travels through time, we will stop the time of the host's body, but the external time is still passing, but the speed of passing is different from the time in the mission world." 419 explained, "Let me see... It's only been eight days since you traveled through time, host."
"Eight days?" Jian Ziyan was stunned for a moment, "This is a lot less than I thought."
"Because you are so fast." 419 said with admiration, "No one has ever returned home after going through only nine worlds. What's more, you still have so many points left. It's a pity not to use them..."
Jian Ziyan shrugged and did not comment.
His original intention was to go home, and after finding out that the points could not be used, he didn't think about it any more.
"Anyway, it feels good to be home."
Jian Ziyan stood up and stretched out, with his toes raised.
Although he had returned to an ordinary life, the ease and comfort on his face were incomparable to any world of luxury.
"Let me think, I'm going to take a shower first. Although time has stopped, I still feel like there's a dirt smell on my body... Then I'm going to clean up... Yeah.
I have to cook a bowl of noodles. I am so hungry."
He muttered to himself as he grabbed some spare clothes from the closet and went into the bathroom.
…
Just one hour after Jian Ziyan returned, in the VIP ward of Yancheng First People's Hospital, which is ranked first in the country, a person suddenly opened his eyes.
Hearing the beeping sound of medical equipment beside him, a fleeting light flashed in his dead eyes.
He sat up slowly, the wounds beneath the bandages on his body bursting open, and he tore off the oxygen mask on his face as if he didn't feel the pain.
At this moment, the nurse who noticed the abnormal data in the ward pushed open the door and walked in, and her eyes met with the person sitting on the bed.
The nurse's eyes suddenly widened, and the confusion in them turned into shock.
"Qin, Mr. Qin, you are awake!"
…
After a period of chaos and confusion, Qin Wang leaned against the head of the bed. Various experts, professors and doctors crowded around his bed, conducting an emergency check on his physical condition.
It is a miracle in the medical field that he was able to wake up again after being diagnosed as a deep vegetative state, and he acted like nothing happened, with normal thinking and clear speech.
Qin Wang let them check him. The wounds on his body had been rebandaged. His face looked calm, with only a burning light in his eyes.
Those voices did not deceive him, he really came back.
Back into his own body.
Before traveling through time, he had just been in a car accident due to a conspiracy by his rival. Before he completely lost consciousness, he heard the doctor's critical illness notice for his mother, and then he knew nothing.
When he opened his eyes again, he was Gu Bai who had lost his memory.
And that thrilling world wrapped in colorful neon lights was like a dream to him.
But he knew it was not a dream.
"We have arrived at the coordinates safely. Lu Wufeng, can you feel Zi Yan's soul?"
A voice that only Qin Wang could hear rang out.
"Yes." Wen Ya's voice trembled with tears, "We succeeded. I can feel that A Yan is here, right beside us."
"Give me the coordinates." The voice that spoke just now suddenly became breathless, "Quick!"
Qin Wang listened to the souls that were suddenly in chaos. His chest rose and fell violently for a moment, and he tried to suppress the sudden ecstasy in his heart.
He remembered clearly everything that happened before.
Ling died. He left Huo Junchuan and the others in a daze, and mingled in the most dangerous underground market, becoming the most dangerous bounty hunter.
Who wouldn't say he was seeking death on purpose? He was indeed seeking death on purpose, but before he was on the verge of death again and again, he thought of the responsibility that Zero had placed on his shoulders, so he was too stubborn to die.
He just hovered on the boundary between life and death until he handed over this responsibility.
When he saw Zero's confession, he thought he would die of heartache, but at that moment, he suddenly heard many voices.
Those voices said that they were all his residual souls, but his main soul had left his body and was suppressed too much by the world, so they were temporarily unable to merge with him, and he could not hear them talking.
Those voices also said that Ling was not dead, Jian Ziyan was not dead, he had gone to another world, and if he wanted to find him, he needed to peel his soul out.
Every word those voices said was so absurd that Qin Wang thought he had gone crazy and had imagined these ridiculous words.
But he didn't care.
Anyway, he can't live anymore. What does it matter whether he is advised to die for this reason or that reason?
But he didn't expect that he had become so crazy that even death would find so many reasons to be hopeful for him.
Jian Ziyan is not dead, and he can see him again... What a wonderful dream.
Even if the price of having such a dream was his life, Qin Wang threw himself in without hesitation.
The result was that he returned to his body again, and because his main soul had returned, he could clearly hear the voices of the residual souls.
"Master Soul, now that we have returned to the main world, we can gradually merge with you."
This voice came from Lu Wufeng. As far as Qin Wang knew, he was his most powerful remaining soul.
"You will restore our memories tonight. This may be a shock to you, but it is a necessary step. You must be stoic."
"Boss Qin...what do you think?"
When Qin Wang heard the question, he turned his head slightly and looked at the other party solemnly.
The doctor who was speaking met those black eyes, and his heart suddenly trembled. He almost wanted to lower his head immediately to avoid the fierce pressure burning in those eyes.
"Bring me a notebook." Qin Wang said.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Even though they had heard that Mr. Qin, who was as wealthy as a country, was a workaholic, it was still too unbelievable that he would work on the computer right after waking up from a vegetative state!
"I heard what the doctors said. Although I was a vegetable two hours ago, except for the external injuries that have not healed, all my indicators are the same as those of a normal person, right?" Qin Wang said in a cold and polite tone, "I think I'm fine. If the indicators are qualified, please arrange for me to be discharged from the hospital."
The doctors looked at each other again, and at this time Qin Wang's assistant swiftly brought him a laptop.
As soon as he heard the news that Qin Wang had woken up, the young assistant jumped out of bed and ran straight to the hospital. At this time, he was looking at Qin Wang excitedly.
Qin Wang turned on the computer and asked, "Xia Han, how is my mother?"
Xia Han, Qin Wang's assistant, replied excitedly, "Boss Qin, Madam Qin has been overly worried these past few days, but she is being cared for by someone special and is fine. She should still be sleeping now. I will send someone to pick her up tomorrow morning."
"Okay." Qin Wang clicked on the map. "Also, she doesn't like people calling her Madam Qin. Remember to call her Madam Mei next time."
"Yes, Mr. Qin." Xia Han was stunned for a moment, realizing that he was too excited and his words slipped.
Qin Wang had no intention of blaming him. He looked at a coordinate that appeared out of nowhere on the map, and his eyes fluctuated for a moment.
"Please book me a flight to Rongcheng tomorrow morning." He said, "My mother will probably get up at 7:30 and arrive here in 20 minutes...so book the flight for 10:30."
"What?" Xia Han was stunned. "Boss Qin, you just woke up. It's fine if you want to be discharged from the hospital, but are you going on a business trip again?"
"Not on a business trip."
Qin Wang closed the computer and looked straight at Xia Han with his dark and deep eyes, which were filled with the prospect of a storm.
"I'm going to collect debts."
At this moment, in the distant Rongcheng, Jian Ziyan had just finished cleaning and taking a shower. He was slurping a bowl of noodles he cooked himself while happily turning on his computer.
He hasn't updated for eight days, and those who had originally clamored to send him razor blades have begun to worry and ask the author what has happened.
Because he had not updated for eight days, his income had dropped a lot. Looking at the balance he could withdraw next month, Jian Ziyan sighed resignedly and placed his hands on the keyboard.
I'm suddenly back to the days when I need to write to earn money, and I'm really not used to it.
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