WMSR – QT Chapter 47

 

WMSR – QT Chapter 47

By

siofra

Chapter 47

Su Yuanhang and Song Junchi—these two names were ingrained in his memory from the time he was very small. They were his brother’s closest friends, yet he had never liked either of them. Because the time his brother spent with him was already scarce enough, yet it was always being carved up and squeezed into by these two outsiders.

He detested them both! Even though those two always wore smiling faces when they interacted with him and constantly showered him with various toys and gifts, he still couldn’t stand them. And of the two, he loathed Su Yuanhang the most. He couldn’t quite pinpoint the exact reason—perhaps it was the way that person addressed his brother, Chen-gege, which always gave him the unsettling illusion that someone was trying to steal his brother away.

Countless times in his heart, he would talk back: Brother isn’t his Chen-gege! Brother is my brother, and mine alone! But he had been far too small back then, and naturally, his childish thoughts carried no weight.

Though he despised that Su Yuanhang, he had never imagined that his brother’s death would be tied to him. Even though his brother had succumbed to a terminal illness, the moment he learned from his mother’s lips that he could have had a final chance to see his brother before the end, an unprecedented, burning hatred for Su Yuanhang took root in his heart.

Amidst his mother’s teeth-clenched words, he had given his promise without a moment’s hesitation: he would never, ever allow that Su Yuanhang to touch or come into contact with anything related to his brother again.

Yet, even after learning all those harrowing truths and harboring a deep, consuming loathing for Su Yuanhang, he couldn’t help but keep tabs on him. And that was how he discovered that ever since his brother’s passing, Su Yuanhang’s life had spiraled into absolute ruin.

Perhaps the blow of his brother’s death had shattered him too completely; he lived like a walking corpse, utterly neglecting his company. Due to his poor management, the business quickly collapsed into bankruptcy. He sank into total poverty and destitution, yet stubbornly refused to sell his home. He rarely ever stepped outside, spending his days cooped up indoors, lingering most frequently by a window overlooking the street intersection below, standing there motionless as if waiting for something.

Out of sheer morbid curiosity, he had once hired someone to keep watch outside that building for an entire month—capturing footage of Su Yuanhang stumbling blindly out the door, breaking down in tears of overwhelming ecstasy the moment a delivery courier handed him a package.

Curious as to what kind of package could turn Su Yuanhang into such a wreck, he secretly investigated the parcel. When the results came back, he fell into a heavy silence, because the sender listed on the package was none other than his brother.

Following that thread, he uncovered even more. He discovered that these deliveries had continued uninterrupted for a full decade. He also learned that his brother had deliberately plotted to keep the truth of his impending death concealed from Su Yuanhang all along.

From that exact moment, he understood: to his brother, Su Yuanhang had always been different.

Even so, what of it?

Even if that person had once held a unique place in his brother’s heart, and even if he was wracked with agony over his brother’s departure, trapped in a living hell of waiting for deliveries that made him wish for death, he would never relinquish his hold on his brother.

His brother was already dead. Why on earth should he ever show mercy?

And so, even when every single year on his brother’s death anniversary, that silhouette—thinned down until he looked like nothing more than a bundle of dry bones—would wander just outside the cemetery gates, staring in with such desperate, aching yearning, he never once stopped walking.

He would uphold the promise he made to his mother—he would never, ever let that man step foot near his brother’s grave.

Epilogue

Uncounted years later, inside that once-luxurious high-end apartment, a withered, skeletal figure stood blankly by the window, staring down unblinkingly into the street below.

His clothes were visibly worn and frayed, hanging off his frame so loosely that he resembled a walking skeleton draped in fabric.

That emaciated figure remained frozen like a statue, locked in that exact posture facing the intersection down below. The only time a faint ripple of life stirred within him was when a figure in a courier’s uniform walked past. But he would wait and wait—the couriers came and went, yet the bell to his front door was never once rung.

As the daylight gradually faded into darkness and the delivery workers vanished altogether, the figure finally turned away with stiff, agonizing movements and slumped down against the floor.

One year, three months, and ten days…

It had been this long since he last received a delivery from Chen-gege…

Had he… been completely forgotten by Chen-gege?

A crushing, suffocating panic clawed at his chest. Right at that moment, his peripheral vision caught the glint of a shattered piece of glass lying forgotten beneath the window frame. As if drawn by some irresistible, seductive whisper, he crawled forward and slowly picked it up.

Since Chen-gege had already forgotten him, could he go find Chen-gege himself now?

The mere thought instantly ignited a dazzling, blinding brilliance within his otherwise dead, lifeless eyes.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the sharp fragment slashed across his fingertips. Crimson blood bloomed and spread, yet he felt virtually no physical pain—only an overwhelming wave of joy and sweet release, knowing he was finally going to find Chen-gege.

He wanted to tell Chen-gege that he had missed him so much.

He also wanted to tell Chen-gege that he was wrong, and to say… I’m sorry.

Yet a deep-seated terror whispered underneath: would Chen-gege, down in the netherworld, refuse to see him too?

A chaotic storm of thoughts flooded his mind. As his body heat rapidly drained away, his vision blurred into darkness. But right at that precipice, a mechanical, synthetic voice suddenly chimed in the depths of his consciousness:

“Do you desire success and renown? Do you harbor agonizing regrets over your past? Binding to our Protagonist Shou Roleplaying System. Complete missions to earn points and reach the pinnacle of life.”

Though Su Yuanhang’s consciousness was already fraying into mist, he instinctively latched onto the single phrase that struck his deepest chord. He murmured brokenly, “Regrets… regrets… is there any use…”

“Ding! Of course there is. Join our roleplaying system as a host, complete tasks to earn points, and you can use those points to alter anything you regret.”

Su Yuanhang blinked sluggishly, assuming this was merely a hallucination brought on by his final moments. Still, it was a comforting illusion.

Summoning the absolute last flicker of his fading strength, he whispered softly, “If… if you can let me see Chen-gege again… I’ll join you.”

“Ding! Contract finalized. Protagonist Shou Roleplaying System successfully bound to host Su Yuanhang. Preparing to enter the mission world.”

Author’s Note: I am honestly hopeless at editing my own chapters this slowly, I’ve completely lost faith in myself…

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Author’s Note: (The latter half of the previous chapter was updated today with over 800 words of additional plot. Little angels who haven’t read it yet, please go back and finish it before coming back here~~ O(∩_∩)O~)

Translator’s Note: Hey everyone! Quick little note regarding the chapter numbering here. If you happen to cross-reference with the original source on JJWXC, you might notice that the numbers don’t quite match up.

For context, JJWXC is a paid platform where chapters tend to be much longer and packed together. To make things easier for free reading, I follow the chapter formatting split used by 52shuku.net, which breaks the original 115 mega-chapters of the novel down into a more digestible 227 chapters.

I really hope this format makes for a smoother, more enjoyable reading experience for all of you. Let me know your thoughts on how the pacing feels, and as always, thank you so much for reading and supporting this little translation project!