{"id":5252,"date":"2023-02-21T09:26:44","date_gmt":"2023-02-21T08:26:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/?p=5252"},"modified":"2023-02-21T09:27:26","modified_gmt":"2023-02-21T08:27:26","slug":"spare-tire-is-gone-chapter-77","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ontimestory.eu\/index.php\/2023\/02\/21\/spare-tire-is-gone-chapter-77\/","title":{"rendered":"Spare Tire is Gone &#8211; Chapter 77"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Another person with a blurred face appeared, standing very close, holding a glowing object in his hand, and said, \u201cGo on, after the &#8216;seeds&#8217; are raised, I will come to get you.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong found &#8220;himself&#8221; nodding, then he took the glowing object, and stepped into a door emitting a white light.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His vision was all white for a moment, and then began to jump and flash at high speed. Qi Cong saw a nursery. There was a young couple arguing and a crying baby lying in the crib. After the scene paused for two seconds, time moved forward as if controlled by some magic. The baby soon grew into a child, a teenager, and a youth through his parents&#8217; divorce. It continued through his parents rebuilding their\u00a0 families, and so on. Finally after the youth&#8217;s 25 birthday, the time progression stopped.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">After the scene from the perspective of God stopped, Qi Cong once again discovered the existence of &#8220;himself&#8221;. He saw himself holding a ball of light in his hand, wandering around the youth in a translucent manner for a few days. Then he put the ball of light into the chief designer of the company to which the youth belonged.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The screen was dark, then bright again. Qi Cong opened his eyes and found himself sitting at the desk instead of the chief designer. He naturally got up and went to the bathroom to look into the mirror.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The chief designer&#8217;s face appeared in the mirror.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong was shocked, perhaps due to his emotions the original smooth image suddenly shook and dissipated, followed by a distortion then another image appeared.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He saw &#8220;himself&#8221; wearing ancient robes, crying and shouting at a young man in royal clothes. \u201cI have been thinking about you all my life. For you, I gave up my future, betrayed my family, broke my marriage contract, and now you&#8217;re telling me that you&#8217;re going to marry my enemy?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The youth frowned slightly, seemingly a bit annoyed, but still said patiently, &#8220;It&#8217;s just a show. Don&#8217;t make a scene.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The image changed again and Qi Cong found &#8220;himself&#8221; standing in the corner of a wedding hall. At the center of the hall, a couple was worshiping the heavens and the earth with great enthusiasm.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Then there was a sudden change and an assassin rushed in. Qi Cong saw &#8220;himself&#8221; as if he had known that the assassin would appear and ran over to the youth ahead of time, helping the youth block the assassin&#8217;s fatal blow. After spitting blood he fell into the arms of the youth who was full of disbelief.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The picture began to change frequently and quickly as Qi Cong saw \u201chimself\u201d in a variety of strange worlds, watching one by one as a baby grew into a young man, and then again and again throwing that ball of light at someone and becoming that person. With the identity and resources of the person he threw the ball of light at, he would give his all to a young man with different faces, but the same unfeeling heart. Tormented by their own bruises and scars he would eventually die, become disabled or fall into madness, only to dig out the remaining bit of consciousness and feelings from the youth&#8217;s unfeeling nature. All this to make the always paranoid youth fall in love with him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">These images were so depressing and terrible that Qi Cong felt that his soul had been hurt time after time. He couldn\u2019t help but struggle to break free of these flickering and pulsing images.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Perhaps his efforts had an effect, as the clutter of images suddenly all disappeared. In a completely blank world, he saw &#8220;himself&#8221; again holding a ball of light, appearing in front of a glowing door.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Someone with a blurred face leaned over and asked with concern, &#8220;Are you still holding up?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Yes, I am.&#8221; Qi Cong heard &#8220;himself&#8221; answer. \u201cThe eight world&#8217;s seed is almost raised and his feelings are no longer difficult to catalyze, making the difficulty much less.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Then congratulations.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">An ear-piercing alarm suddenly sounded, as the pure white world began to distort and shake. Qi Cong sensed that \u201chim\u201d and a person with a blurred face were panicking as they asked each other \u201cwhat was going on?\u201d and \u201cwhat is happening?\u201d and then hurriedly enter behind their respective doors.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The screen distorted and then stabilized again as a room appeared.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was a familiar process from the God perspective. The start of time progression, the rapid growth of babies, the stopping of time after the child became a youth. Then he would throw a light ball into someone and cross paths with the youth as that someone.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Finally, it was over.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The scene changed again and a person with a blurred face looked at him from the side and asked, \u201cThis is your last task, right? Is it possible to unbind after doing it?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">These words were familiar, I&#8217;ve heard them before. Qi Cong was vaguely aware of that, so while\u00a0 listening to his own reply, he focused his attention on the ball of light in his hand.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">If everything just now wasn\u2019t just a strange dream he had when his consciousness was blurred, but something else beyond his perception of what was real\u2026.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He remembered that in the scenes he saw before, \u201che\u201d would enter other people\u2019s bodies with a ball in light. In each world he would pretend to lose his memory after occupying other people&#8217;s bodies. He then thought of the three years he had forgotten, and of all the things that had gone wrong since he woke up. He remembered the apartment that felt so wrong everywhere. Obviously he couldn\u2019t sense his own body, but there was suddenly a feeling of his heart skipping a beat.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">If\u2026it wasn\u2019t memory loss, then if he wasn\u2019t sick\u2026.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It&#8217;s this situation. It must be this. Also Jiang Zhaoyan\u2026.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cBy the way, the reason for the last turbulence in the &#8216;soil&#8217; was found. The host\u2019s body from a high-level world was so self-conscious that it overcame the control and woke up. They regained physical control of their body and killed the person tasked with control. They also broke in here along with the &#8216;controller&#8217; to destroy the place.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong suddenly returned to his senses and looked at the person who spoke opposite \u201chim\u201d and asked, \u201cWiped out?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Yes, alas, be careful. Remember when choosing the host body, to not pick a soul that is too restless and tenacious. Mission failure is a small matter, but being wiped out isn\u2019t good.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong heard &#8220;himself&#8221; indifferently laugh twice, wave his hand and say, \u201cI\u2019ve been to a higher world, but this time I am going to a lower world. There\u2019s nothing risky about it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;It&#8217;s always better to be careful. The last turmoil was resolved, but it still had an impact. That high level soul is a monster, it actually damaged our main control system and got away with it. Now the &#8216;host\u2019 can no longer be repaired at will, so after the person is used it\u2019s gone. The most important thing is that the loophole caused by the last upheaval is too big to fix, and that person may come back at any time&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHe\u201d stopped smiling and asked solemnly, &#8220;Is the main control system broken?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Well, I heard that the exchange system is closed, not because it is being upgraded, but because it has been completely scrapped.&#8221; The blurry-faced person suddenly lowered his voice and came closer. \u201cAnyway, think of a good way out early. We do these tasks just for a resurrection. I intend not to come back this time after going to the new world anyway. I died of cancer. The points from nine worlds are enough for me to get my body well. I also don\u2019t ask for the ultimate reward of &#8220;winners in life&#8221;and the &#8220;high world newborn&#8221;. I just want to come back to life with a healthy body and my own identity to live an ordinary life with my family. Don&#8217;t be too obsessed with it. We\u2019re all sinners. We\u2019re already lucky to be resurrected. Don&#8217;t ask too much. &#8220;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong\u00a0 found himself silent for a long time, as if he was contemplating something, until the person with the blurred face asked something and he finally opened his mouth. \u201cI can&#8217;t, I must complete my task. I want to reverse my fate from the heavens. I can&#8217;t change my life until I raise a good seed. &#8220;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;That&#8217;s too hard, you&#8211;&#8220;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The sudden sound of an ear-splitting alarm silenced the voice of the person with the blurred face. As the alarm sounded, Qi Cong found that the pure white world he was in suddenly began to stir.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Not good, that person is coming again!&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Due to chaos everywhere, the world gradually distorted and even the light door began to twinkle vaguely, as if about to disappear.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Passage! Quickly go, the door is going to disappear!&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong found &#8220;himself&#8221; suddenly pushed by the panicked shouting talker, then grabbed the ball of light that began to twinkle after the door started to disappear. Afterwards \u201che\u201d quickly rushed behind the vanishing door.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The picture reappeared after a moment of total whiteness. In an old room in the countryside, a young woman was holding a crying baby, coaxing it. Then a man stepped in and said to the woman, \u201cHis name is ready. Zhaoyan, let&#8217;s call him Jiang Zhaoyan. My mother said that the word Yan sounds good.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jiang Zhaoyan.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was as if a giant hammer fell and hit his head. Qi Cong was wide-eyed as his emotions stirred violently. All this suddenly shattered like glass, his brain hurt, and his eyes opened suddenly.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDoctor, why is Brother Cong still not awake? Is he really all right?&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shen Jia\u2019s worried voice came to his ears, removing Qi Cong from all kinds of chaotic images. With a nervous heart, he hurriedly sat up and looked at the sound.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At the door of the cleanly decorated ward, Shen Jia was dressed in a tracksuit and stood with his back to the room. In front of him stood a doctor in a white coat.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">&#8220;Having a nightmare?&#8221; A hand suddenly reached out from the side and pressed against his forehead, gently wiping the cold sweat seeping out of his forehead. &#8220;Don&#8217;t be afraid, it&#8217;s okay.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong finally returned to his senses and with hindsight, he found that there was someone else next to him.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun, dressed in a black shirt and pants, sat on the chair beside the hospital bed. Seeing that Qi Cong was awake, he got up from the chair to sit on the side of the bed and reached out to hold Qi Cong\u2019s right arm that was propped up on the bed. &#8220;Don&#8217;t push this hand, your shoulder has &#8211; \u201c<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong suddenly turned sideways and hugged Gu Xun, tightly. He turned his head and put his face to Gu Xun&#8217;s ear and neck. Sensing Gu Xun body temperature it was still not enough, so he moved his head down to the lower side of Gu Xun&#8217;s neck, to sense Gu Xun&#8217;s pulse.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">At the door of the ward, Shen Jia and the doctor, who heard the noise, turned to look, and then both stared.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun froze after being hugged, then hurriedly tightened his arms around Qi Cong. He soothingly stroked his head while using his eyes to signal Shen Jia and the doctor to not to come in. Meanwhile he coaxed in a low voice, \u201cIt&#8217;s okay, don\u2019t be afraid, you&#8217;ve come out of the lake.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong\u2019s movements suddenly stopped.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Below the ear, through a layer of warm skin he could feel a steady beating pulse.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It was Gu Xun.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The living Gu Xun.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun was still there.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He was still himself.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong suddenly relaxed and slid down, but was\u00a0 caught by Gu Xun in time. He reached out and grabbed Gu Xun&#8217;s clothes and tried to talk to him. His mouth opened, but a sudden explosion of pain in his brain suddenly came, and his consciousness began to blur.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">No. No.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">No way.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This was his body, this was his life.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Qi Cong raised his hands to grab his head in pain, pulling his hair tight, and his eyes were wide open as he tried to stay awake.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">No matter if it was all a dream or not, no, no, don&#8217;t even think about it!<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cCong, what is happening to you?\u201d <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gu Xun noticed that there was something wrong with Qi Cong, and hurriedly loosened his arms and put him back on the hospital bed. Seeing Qi Cong\u2019s eyes open wide as he pulled his hair like a crazy person, Gu Xun frowned fiercely and forcefully pulled away Qi Cong\u2019s self-mutilating hands. He shouted towards the doctor, &#8220;Come here quickly, he\u2019s not right!&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Shen Jia and the doctor realized something was wrong, and already gathered around the bedside.<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">His hands were pulled away and pressed down. Without that little reminder of the hurt and blockage, the pain in his brain became more and more unbearable as his consciousness began to drift once again. Some of the things in front of him began to be confused and distorted.\u00a0 Qi Cong insisted on staring wide-eyed, panicking, hating and feeling unreal. Before he was about to be defeated by the pain, he struggled to find the direction of Gu Xun and said with difficulty and desperation, &#8220;Let go of me\u2026please.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n<p>Edited by: Antiope1<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>Support translation:<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/bePatron?u=25191841\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"217\" height=\"51\" class=\"wp-image-338 lazyload\" data-src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ontimestory.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/10\/become_a_patron_button.png?resize=217%2C51\" alt=\"\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 217px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 217\/51;\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image is-resized\"><a href=\"https:\/\/ko-fi.com\/lajnaa\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" data-src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/ontimestory.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/09\/kofi3-3.png?resize=185%2C47\" alt=\"This image has an empty alt attribute; its file name is kofi3-3.png\" width=\"185\" height=\"47\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" class=\"lazyload\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 185px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 185\/47;\" \/><\/a><\/figure>\r\n\r\n<p><!--EndFragment--><\/p>\r\n<p><!--EndFragment--><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Another person with a blurred face appeared, standing very close, holding a glowing object in his hand, and said, \u201cGo on, after the &#8216;seeds&#8217; are raised, I will come to get you.&#8221; Qi Cong found &#8220;himself&#8221; nodding, then he took the glowing object, and stepped into a door emitting a white light. 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