Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Full Server First Kill: Mini Extras Collection

Note: These are mini extras that the author has written posted separately on JJ. She intermittently updates them, usually on Valentine’s Day and other holidays for her CPs. The translation will be updated when the author updates her blog. You can get updates when translations are updated in my Discord server. Below is a ton of dog food.

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2025/29/8

Everyone’s Summer Cool-Down Routines

Another Qixi has come around, and our married couples are celebrating again.

Here are their little everyday tricks for beating the heat—

“You’ll be staying a week?”

The Border Collie village chief sniffed Nol’s backpack. “Mm, we’ll free up the best guesthouses, and meals are no concern… May you both enjoy your stay.”

Nol gave the chief’s head an amiable pat; the chief wagged his tail with sober restraint.

However hot the world may be, around Sheepskin Ball Village it’s winter weather—ranging from late autumn/early winter to the dead of the coldest days. Most dog-headed people here are thick-furred herding breeds and love this climate.

By now, though, Sheepskin Ball Village ought to be renamed Sheepskin Ball Town—since Tahe settled down, it has flourished. The population more than doubled, and pretty two-story homes have gone up.

With the temperature just right, many fluffy dog-headed pups played in the snow outside, and Nol couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

Wonderful. It was as if he were seeing Tahe at the very beginning.

“You really do like it here.” Teest cleared his throat loudly.

“Your idea was genius,” Nol rubbed a passing pup and praised his knight at full volume. “Why didn’t I think of it?”

When the weather heats up, Mr. God of Creation tends to hole up in the Lost Tower with Peradat, working through the ice cream stores. Teest wanted to get out, but hated to go too far, so he dutifully stayed in the Tower.

Then Teest thought of the dog-headed people’s habitat.

His Creator was easily persuaded. Half the battle was won by luring Nol out of the tower. So long as the destination wasn’t hot, Teest trusted in his powers of gentle persistence.

Snow drifted outside the window. Naturally they did warmer things. Near dawn, Nol held him close, smacking his lips a bit dazedly.

“Let’s go to the nearby town tomorrow,” Teest mumbled into Nol’s chest. “There’s someone I want to kill—I’ll need you to vet it.”

He said it the way someone might say, “There’s something I want to buy.”

“Mm?”

“It’s snowing there too. The scenery is lovely. Come with me, will you?”

“Mm…” Nol rumbled, squeezing Teest tighter. Teest took that as a yes.

“Great!” He nipped his lover’s collarbone.

Tomorrow would be particularly exciting. Of course, they’d be back here before dark.

Because Nol liked this place very much—and he liked Nol very, very much.

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2025/5/20

Everyone’s Birthday Cakes

Congrats to the couple from “Help” on moving into the Married Zone ☆(/ω＼)

This year’s 520 (May 20) mini-extra: couples celebrate their birthdays! It’s a perfect chance to compile everyone’s birthdays~

Teest: June 21st

Source: A normal birthday. (Summer Solstice, 2023)

Cake: [Weird Cake]

A sweet (?) gift from the God of Creation that defies classification. If Teest didn’t know Nol’s temperament so well, he would think Nol was taking revenge for those awful “monster dishes” of the past.

In the end they still ate the cake-like thing down to the last crumb. It wasn’t poisonous, and it didn’t taste as bad as it looked. Also, watching him eat that weird thing made Nol’s ears flush bright red, which was a pleasing sight.

※ As the years go by, Nol’s cakes keep getting better. Mr. Teest enjoys ever more delicious treats but loses much of the fun of teasing his lover.

Nol: September 23rd

Source: A normal birthday. (Autumn Equinox, 2023)

Cake: [Peach Cake]

A peach cake decorated with a frosting black dragon and white cat, with a hidden core of carefully cooked bewilderment fruit jam. Cut the cake and golden jam slowly spills out, its fragrance intoxicating.

Teest’s peach cake is very tasty. Nol suspects he actually learned it formally from Old Kurt. Maybe next time he will sneak off and learn it too…

※ On the Tahe Continent, peach cake has no special meaning. But the two of them know that for Teest it carries a private metaphor—it symbolizes “love”.

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2025/2/16

What to Do When You’re Stuck Together

Suddenly stuck together—what should you do?

A belated Valentine’s Day mini joke (?) story has arrived! Time for some sweet, sticky fluff ☆

Nol was stunned to discover that his hand was stuck to Teest’s.

He rolled over, and his first instinct was to look for golden thread to check if someone had idly stitched them together with magic. Teest was roused from sleep by his fussing, but kept his eyes shut, letting Nol rub and tug at his hand however he pleased.

It wasn’t until Nol let out a puzzled “Huh?” that Teest lazily opened his eyes. “Good morning, honey.”

Nol was amused and exasperated. “Done pretending to sleep?”

Teest was sharper than a wild beast. After all that prodding, there was no way he hadn’t noticed.

Teest yawned. “I was simply enjoying your hand massage.”

“Our hands are stuck together.”

Nol shook their joined hands. “This isn’t Tahe’s magic. I can only detect interference from an external force, but thankfully there’s no malicious intent.”

Teest narrowed his eyes, smiling meaningfully. “Ah, that was a little experiment of mine.”

Nol: “……”

Teest stretched out his arm, looping it around Nol’s neck. “As the God of Contracts, I do have ambition, you know. This was just a minor test—you’re not mad… are you?”

Before he finished speaking, he leaned in nimbly and planted a good morning kiss on Nol’s forehead.

Nol’s facial muscles twitched as he looked at his knight in exasperation. “Alright, tell me—how do we undo the magic?”

“It’s simple. I ask, you answer. As long as you keep telling the truth, the magic will loosen bit by bit.”

Teest kissed the back of Nol’s hand again, his lips brushing lightly across his lover’s fingers.

…Teest’s magic was actually behaving normally? Nol was shocked.

Oh well, he didn’t have anything to hide anyway.

He lay back down cooperatively, and Teest pulled him tightly into his arms.

Teest cleared his throat. “Including all of Tahe, I’m the one you love most.”

“Yes,” Nol admitted readily.

“I’m the one you love most.”

“I do love you, but you just asked that.” Nol looked confused.

“Because it sounds nice.”

Teest gently rubbed the back of Nol’s neck. “Next question—do you prefer gentle kisses, or rough ones?”

Nol: “……???” Something about this line of questioning seemed off.

But since the guy had him stuck fast, he didn’t really have a choice… right?

Nol coughed a few times, then muttered something quickly under his breath.

Teest: “I didn’t catch that.”

Nol mumbled it again, barely audibly.

“I—didn’t—hear—you—honey—”

“…Rough,” Nol muttered, his face gradually turning red.

“Excellent answer.” Teest looked thoughtful. “Let’s continue.”

……

Ten or so minutes passed, but to Nol it felt like a decade.

He used up all the face he’d saved for over twenty years—Teest asked every question he shouldn’t, pushing him to the point where he wanted to dig a hole and disappear from the world.

“I answered everything truthfully—why hasn’t it undone yet?” Nol gritted his teeth.

“I lied.”

Teest hummed a cheerful tune. “I actually have no idea what this thing is. But I do know—it’s a rare opportunity.”

“Teest——!”

“Well, you can’t do anything else today anyway. As compensation for deceiving you, let’s put some of those honest answers into practice, shall we?”

“I—mmph—!”

And thus, a delightful day began. Rejoice and celebrate.

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2024/8/13

Everyone’s Favorite Sports

A belated short story for Qixi Festival, with a little Olympic commemoration (*/ω＼*)

Teest: [Hunting]  

Strictly speaking, Mr. Teest is referring to “murder”. The Mad Monk has never been very interested in non-human targets. After all, animals don’t usually join cults.  

Unfortunately, Nol insists that “murder” doesn’t count as a sport, so Teest had to rebrand it as “hunting”. Fortunately, as long as the target is appropriate, Nol is quite willing to join him. Having the God of Creation as an accomplice always makes Teest’s hunts particularly thrilling.  

“You could leave this sort of thing to the other demigods,” Nol said helplessly.  

“You know my nature, dear,” Teest replied softly. “I just want to ensure that every one of my crimes is committed under your watchful eye.”  

He was sincere.

Nol: [Cycling]

During his student years, Nol devoted most of his time to studying. Of course, sitting for long periods at a desk isn’t healthy, so he would take time to cycle and relax his body and mind.  

Nol even participated in some informal cross-country cycling during the holidays, which was probably his healthiest hobby. His cycling results weren’t outstanding, but Nol didn’t mind—he was just trying to avoid deep vein thrombosis.  

Now, Nol has had to leave this hobby behind on Earth. As for Tahe—when spending time with Teest in Tahe, Nol never worries about a lack of exercise.  

After all, Teest ensures he gets plenty of exercise in every sense. But since that hardly counts as proper exercise, his favorite sport remains “cycling”. 

A bit of a pity.

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2024/6/1

Childhood Hairstyles

I suddenly wondered what everyone’s hairstyle was like when they were kids, so I’m sharing this on Children’s Day—  

Consider it a little addition to the setting (〃ω〃)

Teest: [Medium-Length Hair with Neatly Trimmed Ends]

The Flama family paid great attention to the appearance of their children, and Mrs. Flama specially chose the most suitable hairstyle for her youngest son. She would regularly maintain it every month until they were separated.

Nol: [Slightly Longer Student Cut]

Shorter than the trendy student cuts but longer than the standard crew cuts. In short, it was an ordinary student hairstyle that exuded a strangely good-student vibe.

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2024/5/20

Everyone’s Favorite Fruits

This year’s Married Couple Day on 520* has arrived, so let’s write about everyone’s favorite fruits ☆

*The number 520 when pronounced in Chinese is very similar to [wǒ ài nǐ] (我爱你) I love you. Due to this, it has become a day in China called “Internet Valentine’s Day”.

Congratulations to the couple from [Full Server First Kill] for entering the happy married zone (*/ω＼*)

Teest: [Peach]

When Teest was young, he never showed a particular fondness for specific foods and was never picky about what he ate. Whatever the family had, little Teest ate along with them. Of course, this might have been due to the high culinary standards of the Flama family.

Although Grape Collar was known for grapes, peaches were more popular in the Flama household. Mrs. Flama would make delicious peach pies, and fresh, crisp, and sweet peach slices often appeared on the table—his parents would clean the peaches, remove the pits, cut them into small pieces, and share them with their children. The children ate happily, so Teest knew that his family loved peaches.

So, it became the most memorable fruit for him, and he didn’t mind its taste.

※ Its taste brings back particularly special memories for Teest.

Nol: [Fig]

Nol, or Xu Yue, had a particular fondness for ripe figs. They would crack open slightly, oozing nectar. The best part was that they could be frozen in the fridge—when slightly thawed, they had the texture of rich, icy desserts, perfect for soothing a weary soul.

That was the first and last fruit Nol bought for himself after graduation, before moving into Joy Garden. After that, all that awaited him were years of nightmares. Perhaps the “reality” of the taste was too vivid, so in his long dream, figs never appeared again. His desire to buy them somehow always disappeared.

Now, he could firmly grasp them once more. On the first night back on Earth, Nol bought a large bag of figs for himself and Teest. They weren’t fully ripe yet, but they tasted uniquely delicious.

※ Its taste carries a hint of freedom and liberation.

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“Red-green skin and sticky flesh inside. Honey, it chews like tender innards filled with honey,” Teest earnestly commented.

Nol almost choked on the fig in his throat but managed to swallow it down.

Teest watched him with interest for a moment and continued, “The sweetness is wonderful, and it would be great in a cake. Why didn’t you include it in Tahe?”

“Blame Star Stealer Sol. I always forget,” Nol said. “We can bring back a few plants this time.” He had no doubt about the neighbors’ enthusiasm for planting; after that, it could be handed over to the General for promotion.

Teest shrugged, then paused mid-motion. He noticed Nol pulling out a large bag of peaches—yellow peaches, nectarines, flat peaches, all varieties were there. Tahe only had standard peaches. This was Teest’s first time seeing these fruits.

Nol nudged the bag forward. “These are ready. Take them to your family or plant them in the Lost Tower, whichever you prefer.”

“All mine?” Teest raised an eyebrow.

“All yours.”

A week later.

Teest received a vibrant peach pie from the Flama family, and Nol got an incredibly delicious fig cake. They exchanged these delightful sweets with kisses and each other’s little spoons.

It was one of their best holidays… one of many.

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