Escape From the Asylum Ch109

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 109

The situation was becoming increasingly dire, and Wu Ren only had time to say one sentence to Zhou Qian. “In ‘Flower of Evil,’ you hardly saw me really make a move. Don’t tell me you’re just standing by to test my abilities!”

Hearing this, Zhou Qian’s smile became even more pronounced. “You think so badly of me.”

Wu Ren: “…”

With a thunderous boom, the god stepped onto the edge of the crucible, creating a loud noise.

Zhou Qian glanced at him and found, as Wu Ren said, that this god looked quite strange.

Influenced by various legends, people subconsciously believe that gods should be quite large, especially those with world-destroying powers, who must be gigantic.

But this so-called god was different; he was very small, about as tall as Zhou Qian’s waist. He had a pointy mouth and monkey cheeks, which was indeed very odd, yet he was strikingly similar to humans.

It seemed he was essentially a person, just deformed in appearance.

Of course, despite his small stature, his power wasn’t to be underestimated.

A scepter, as long as the diameter of the huge crucible, was wielded by him. After flinging away the bodies of 50 soldiers, it headed straight for the interior of the crucible!

Suddenly, a blood-red beam shot out from the tip of the scepter, and Wu Ren, with his experience, promptly opened a huge protective umbrella.

[Item: Impressive Protective Umbrella]

[Function: An ambitious umbrella, which swore from the moment it was made to be more powerful than the Golden Bell Shield. No matter what moves the target makes, it’s able to block 50% of the damage.]

[Grade: S, Rare]

The moment the beam collided with the umbrella, a loud friction noise ensued. The umbrella looked thin but was indeed powerful; the beam struggled to penetrate it.

Using the umbrella to block the beam, Wu Ren concentrated his hands, and suddenly dark clouds gathered above the crucible.

After a brief charging period, a bolt of lightning followed by a clap of thunder came down—not rain, but thousands of silver needles shimmering with light.

Controlled by Wu Ren, the silver needles turned around, their tips aimed at the god, and then immediately stabbed towards him.

Enraged, the god, seizing the opportunity before the hidden weapons struck, released several beams from his scepter and avoided them with his small and agile body.

His red figure flashed, and he temporarily disappeared.

Only the dark red sky remained above the crucible’s opening.

Seeing this, Wu Ren promptly shouted to Zhou Qian, “Dodge. His first beam is the fiercest. Even if you dodge, you’ll lose 8,000 HP, but the rest can be avoided if you’re fast enough!”

At this point, Wu Ren indeed suffered the aftermath of that unavoidable first beam, losing 8,000 health points, and his body emitted a red warning of critically low vitality.

Opening his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of crimson blood.

Just then, a new crisis emerged, and another beam struck towards his head!

Normally, Wu Ren could easily dodge with his speed, but now he was severely injured. His steps were heavy and slow after spitting blood, and the situation became extremely critical. His heart sank heavily—

If Wu Ren remembered correctly, the last time he saw Zhou Qian, he was leaning against the inner wall of the crucible, looking extremely relaxed, as if strolling through a forest.

And Wu Ren also remembered Zhou Qian holding a flashlight, his gaze fixed on the carvings, so lost in thought that he seemed oblivious.

He might not have heard Wu Ren’s words or noticed these beams.

He didn’t know the attack pattern of the beams or how long it would take for them to reach the bottom of the crucible!

Wu Ren felt he was done for.

If Zhou Qian really had no mana, he was done for too.

They couldn’t escape!

Wu Ren wiped the blood from his mouth and tried his best to dodge forward, but it was too late. The scorching beam was almost exploding above his head. Even if he exerted all his strength, he could only ensure his head wasn’t hit, but he couldn’t avoid it with his back. His entire back was going to be burned by the beam, and he would die from it!

At this critical moment, Wu Ren suddenly saw an abnormal distortion at the edge of the crucible in front of him. Realizing that this was not the god’s trick, he suddenly understood—time had been slowed down!

Zhou Qian’s mana was running low, so he had to use it sparingly.

Therefore, after time slowed down, he only bought Wu Ren an extra second.

But that was enough.

One end of the Rib of God appeared in front of Wu Ren, who immediately grabbed it.

Zhou Qian pulled the Rib of God towards himself with a forceful tug, and due to the excessive force, they both fell down together.

The next instant, a blood-red beam smashed into the bottom of the crucible, but surprisingly, it caused no damage to the crucible’s bottom. It silently vanished into the crucible’s base, as if absorbed by its special material.

Lying on the ground, Wu Ren spat out a mouthful of blood. “Thanks.”

Finally, he saw the acceleration shoes on Zhou Qian’s feet, and some of his confusion was resolved. “No wonder you got here so fast. But you haven’t done many instances. How are you so rich? Who did you con?”

Zhou Qian, getting up, laughed. “My master.”

“Your master?” Wu Ren shook his head, muttering, “Don’t know which poor sap that is.”

Zhou Qian: “Hey, I just saved your life.”

“Fine. Another thank you—”

Wu Ren added awkwardly, then quickly reminded Zhou Qian, “The beams, they’re not over yet!”

“Got it. Hold onto the Rib of God.”

Zhou Qian looked up, his gaze not missing a single beam, and quickly determined their speed—fortunately, they were much slower than the Demon King Son, and he didn’t even need to summon the little dragon.

With the acceleration shoes, Zhou Qian, holding Wu Ren with the Rib of God, started to move swiftly within the huge crucible, large enough to hold 50 people, as if walking on walls and eaves.

Although he had only been through one training instance, Zhou Qian could feel that his movements had become much faster, and with the acceleration shoes, his actions were even more fluid.

There were still seven beams to dodge.

Zhou Qian and Wu Ren avoided them all.

The seven beams almost grazed Wu Ren’s back each time, silently disappearing into the crucible itself.

But fortunately, they made it through without mishap.

Wu Ren dared not take a moment’s rest, and upon seeing Zhou Qian stop, he quickly warned, “The god is coming back! He has another wave of attacks! I need to use another wave of silver needles to drive him away. In this situation, he can only release eight beams. Otherwise, it’ll be even harder for us to escape!”

As soon as Wu Ren finished speaking, he began to gather strength again.

Dark clouds returned, and silver needles formed once more amidst thunder and lightning from the void.

After the god released eight beams to avoid the silver needles, he chose to leave the scene again.

This time, the beams fell faster, making it harder for Zhou Qian, with his swift shoes, to dodge while carrying Wu Ren.

But in the end, aside from Wu Ren’s clothes being scorched by the beams, both of them managed to escape unscathed.

A minute later, the red light at the mouth of the crucible dissipated.

The god returned to his world.

An hour later, or a day in this world, he would come again.

Wu Ren took several deep breaths, leaning against the inner wall of the crucible to rest for a moment, gradually relaxing. Then he looked up at the top of the crucible and slowly climbed out.

Suddenly, he heard Zhou Qian laughing.

Wu Ren immediately looked down at him in surprise. “What are you laughing at?!”

Zhou Qian held up a mirror to him. “Look at your back.”

Wu Ren didn’t want to look but couldn’t help turning to see—his back in the mirror was charred and tattered with more than a dozen holes in his clothes.

Through these holes, his skin was exposed—some parts red, some black, and some even powdery from burnt flesh, looking utterly ridiculous.

Wu Ren took a cloak from his bag to cover his back, then turned around angrily and continued climbing up.

“You’d better think of a way. Otherwise, we’ll both die here. I only have enough mana for one small spell!”

Zhou Qian just said, “Wu Ge, climb slowly. Be careful not to fall!”

Originally, Wu Ren was climbing just fine, but after hearing Zhou Qian’s words, his hands and feet slipped, and he actually fell to the bottom of the crucible with a “plop”.

The fall wasn’t light, and Wu Ren immediately lost another 3% of his health.

Due to the severe injury, Wu Ren couldn’t get up for a while.

Lying flat at the bottom of the crucible, he stared blankly at the blood-red sky through the opening, and after a long time, he said solemnly, “Zhou Qian, I’ve always been quite lucky. How come I drew the card with the least life points when I met you in ‘Flower of Evil’? Zhou Qian, you definitely bring me bad luck.”

“It must be because you didn’t agree to be my king,” Zhou Qian said seriously.

Wu Ren couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

Zhou Qian added, “Have I ever told you that your eyes are too small, so rolling them doesn’t look intimidating?”

Wu Ren felt like he couldn’t even cry. “Zhou Qian, I really regret summoning you.”

“Don’t say that.” Zhou Qian said, “Lie here for a while. We’ll act together later.”

“How are we going to act?” Wu Ren asked.

Zhou Qian said, “This is the apocalypse of mankind. The god is enraged, hence the destruction. All these are your guesses, right? I just want to confirm.”

“Right. But I got clear information—the crucible was made by the most powerful wizard of mankind. He made it to protect the last emperor of the human world.

“Okay, so, after I entered the instance, the red rain fell and the earth was wounded. I was beside a crucible, and 50 soldiers came out to protect me. So…”

Wu Ren said, “Now, besides me, there are no other living people in this world. Naturally, I would think this is the end of the world.”

“There’s only one emperor left in the world, whom the wizard said he needed to protect. So, when I see that I’m the only one in this world, and indeed, 50 people are protecting me, I would naturally think… I am the emperor of this world, and those 50 people are my soldiers.”

“Is there a problem with that?

“But if this is not the apocalypse and I am not the emperor… how do you explain all this?”

Zhou Qian suddenly asked, “Besides these 50 soldiers, have you seen any other corpses, like ordinary people or other animals or plants?”

Wu Ren shook his head, then sat up abruptly, asking seriously, “So… what’s your guess?”

“Do you remember what I told you? The double spirits on this carving have the power of a shaman and can traverse different worlds,” Zhou Qian asked Wu Ren.

“I remember,” Wu Ren said. “You also said the god is probably from another world. The red rain is a medium connecting two worlds and a channel to traverse worlds. The red rain must fall for three minutes, and only then can the channel between the two worlds open. That’s why the god appears three minutes after the rain.”

Zhou Qian further asked Wu Ren, “You never heard your soldiers speak, right?”

Wu Ren nodded.

Zhou Qian: “Even when you first entered the instance?”

Wu Ren had always thought that, when he first entered this world, he and his soldiers weren’t dead.

They were all in the human world. The 50 soldiers protected him with their flesh and blood, and after the first red rain, they died in front of him.

According to the system’s initial prompt, Wu Ren put them in the crucible and witnessed their rebirth through the crucible’s power.

What followed was the repetition of the same story, round after round.

Zhou Qian looked at Wu Ren. “There’s a book called ‘Mabinogion’, which tells medieval Welsh stories with many myths and legends.”

“This book mentions the crucible, the same as the initial information the system gave us. However, the system deliberately omitted a sentence.”

“‘The original words in the book about this story are, ‘Throw the bodies of your soldiers who died that day into the crucible, and they will come back to life unscathed the next day, except for one thing—they can no longer speak.’”

“The resurrected soldiers can no longer speak.” Wu Ren frowned. “The system didn’t give us this sentence… But it doesn’t seem like the system deliberately concealed information. After all, this is something we could observe.”

“True. But knowing the original words in advance would have been more helpful,” Zhou Qian said to Wu Ren. “The first time you came here, your soldiers didn’t speak to you.”

“Have you ever thought that maybe by then, they were already dead? You and the soldiers, together, repeatedly reliving this story.”

Wu Ren’s scalp tingled. “What on earth is this…”

Zhou Qian said, “Maybe you can’t speak either. When you were fighting alone here, thinking you were the only living person, you didn’t need to speak. You didn’t notice this.”

“The reason you can communicate with me is probably due to the summoning item. This is outside the logic of the story. That is, such rare cheat items that help you clear the level, granted you the ability to communicate with your teammates. But in the story, your original identity, perhaps, couldn’t speak, just like those soldiers.”

Wu Ren’s back was sweating. The sweat soaked into his wounds and then stuck to his cloak, making his spine feel ice cold.

“You’re not suggesting…” Wu Ren swallowed hard. “That I’m dead?”

Zhou Qian pointed to the inside of the crucible.

A row of soldiers with closed eyes stood in a circle inside the crucible.

Above them, a row of cavalry did the same, but with their eyes open, moving in the opposite direction to the soldiers with closed eyes.

“Have you ever counted the number of these soldiers?” Zhou Qian asked Wu Ren.

Wu Ren suddenly realized something.

Zhou Qian said, “There are 51 soldiers. There are also 51 cavalrymen.”

“The soldiers with closed eyes symbolize death. They are led by the double spirits with the horns of a cow and the body of a snake towards hell, or another world. Then, they return to the world as cavalrymen with their eyes open. That’s the true meaning of the carving inside the crucible.”

Zhou Qian continued, “When alive, as infantry, they died in battle. Their expectation was… when they returned to the world, they should become stronger to protect their emperor. Thus, they became cavalrymen. And you—”

Looking into Wu Ren’s eyes, Zhou Qian’s pupils seemed to shine with a certain light.

He said, “You are one of them. Perhaps you are the general leading these soldiers. Take a close look. Among these 51 carved soldiers, you can find one dressed slightly differently from the others.”

“So, you mean this is not the apocalypse but some kind of undead world?” Wu Ren said. “In the story, I’ve been dead for a long time. I’m an undead…”

“Right. Wu Ge, look, you’ve been fooled by the system’s trick. ‘The last emperor of mankind’ doesn’t mean there’s only one living human left.”

Zhou Qian smiled. “The real story is now quite clear.”

There was a war in the human world.

The war was between ‘the last emperor of mankind’ and the ‘god’ who could make it rain red with his scepter.

A wizard, to protect the emperor, made a crucible that could resurrect his warriors from death.

In a battle, 51 soldiers, including a powerful general, who is Wu Ren’s true identity in this story, died for the emperor.

The emperor put the general and the 50 soldiers’ bodies into the crucible, hoping they would come back to life to fight for him.

His enemy, the ‘god’, didn’t want the powerful general to come back to life, so he repeatedly tried to enter the ‘Crucible World’ to kill the general’s spirit.

Wu Ren swallowed again. “I understand what you mean. The entire dark red world we see is actually the inside of the crucible. This so-called crucible is just a metaphor or a symbolic representation.”

“The dead should go to hell after death. But because of the crucible… we didn’t go to hell, but were trapped here, neither alive nor dead…”

“You could say that. ‘Crucible World’ is a world between life and death. You are trapped here.”

Zhou Qian said, “Also, why do you think ‘Mabinogion’ specifically mentions that the resurrected soldiers cannot speak? There’s a meaning behind this too.”

Wu Ren shook his head.

Zhou Qian explained, “It means that the so-called ‘resurrection’ is not a real resurrection.”

“The ‘last emperor of mankind’ tried to use the ‘crucible’ to resurrect you, but he couldn’t really do it. What he brought back to the human world with the crucible weren’t truly living people, but zombies. He just wanted to use the power of your spirits. You are his undead army.”

“My guess is that after the war, you will leave ‘Crucible World’, this otherworld, and go to real hell. Of course, this doesn’t affect clearing the level. What’s really important is the meaning of these carvings themselves—”

Pointing at the nearest knight, Zhou Qian said, “As these statues imply, you died, were led to another world by the double spirits, then got a kind of ‘rebirth’ under the crucible’s influence, becoming knights returning to the human world.”

“But so far, you and those 50 soldiers haven’t really become ‘knights’.”

“So… the real way to clear the level isn’t to defeat the ‘god’ but… to find a way to go back; to leave this Crucible World, to return to the real world?!”

Wu Ren stood up straight. “Using the crucible isn’t possible by hand. It requires a tool! This crucible isn’t complete; it needs something else to match with it!”


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Full Server First Kill Ch150

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 150: Domestication

Eugene, dragging his aching body, rushed to the nearest Evergreen Church—the old cathedral at the heart of Old Gemino.

It was close to “Three Forks Road”, where the Saints were born and Players congregated. Despite the Investigation Knights’ attempts to locate the village afterwards, it remained elusive. At some point, even the Players’ attempts to retrace their steps failed. To survive, they had no choice but to select elites to collaborate with the Temple.

Such feats could only be the work of the Goddess Herself. Eugene was certain of this belief.

These Saints were summoned by the Goddess to stabilize the world. Indeed, before the appearance of the new hero “Drake”, the Saints effectively contained the ancient Demon King’s corruption, reducing the number of sacrifices.

To this day, a surface peace was maintained between the Temple and the Saints through a relationship of “mutual exploitation”.

The Saints were the sword and shield of the Goddess—her immortal messengers. Honestly, Eugene didn’t dislike the Saints themselves, but he disapproved of their questioning of the Goddess—the sword and shield, if picked up by the wrong person, could wound its owner.

“What’s the latest on the Saints?”

Upon entering the Investigation Knights stronghold, Eugene immediately inquired.

With the old Pope’s death reported, he would need to spend several days on the “Memory Exploration Procedure” and wanted to clear up the miscellaneous tasks first.

“After the ancient Demon King vanished, the actions of the Saints became dispersed, shifting from concentrated combat to exploration in various locations.”

His subordinate reported promptly, trying to ignore the dreadful smell of blood on Eugene. “So far, we haven’t detected any abnormalities. The transactions and communications with the ‘Homeward Saints Guild’ are proceeding as usual.”

“’Amazon’ and ‘Hermitage’ actions are also scattered. They are more cautious than we anticipated, seemingly not in a rush to seek out the new Demon King.”

“Good work.” Eugene removed his bloodstained cloak. “What about the details?”

“Just now, a hidden area quest appeared in the center of the city. The content of the quest is quite peculiar, and our people are still investigating and verifying it.”

The subordinate continued methodically. “The confirmed information so far… The main content of this area quest is ‘to eliminate the undead dragon Telistam in the Claw Scar Mountains and find the way to the Dragon’s Lair.”

Eugene’s action of adjusting his cloak abruptly stopped.

“What did you say?”

“According to the Saints… a new main storyline has emerged, hence the ‘Dragon Map’ will soon be opened in preparation for the ‘Demon King Subjugation’ quest. They believe this to be very reasonable.”

‘No, this isn’t just preparation,’ Eugene thought.

Telistam was secretly murdered by the Eternal Church. Dragons didn’t care about the distinctions of the Temple or the Church. In their eyes, Telistam was killed by “humans”.

Sending Saints to the Dragon’s Lair now would be akin to provoking the dragon leader. With the Saints’ current level, it was impossible for them to gain an advantage in the dragons’ domain.

Why would the “system”, as the carrier of “divine authority”, arrange this?

……

Not long ago, in the oracle cave.

“I’ve seen that face… I really have seen that face…”

Golden Sword leaned lifelessly against the wall, speaking deliriously as if he had a high fever. “The precious portrait of the Blanco family, the great believer Gilmore…”

Merciful Gilmore, Guardian of the Waifs.

This man was written into the sacred texts of the Temple of Life. He was certainly a Chosen One of God. Teest stared blankly for a second, then laughed out loud. “These days, to be a Pope, one must have a history of apostasy?”

Nol: “……” The Mad Monk’s focus was still bizarre.

However, guessing that the Goddess of Life and the Eternal Son might be the same god didn’t shock him; it just added some evidence to his speculation.

If this was true, then Painter wasn’t the first apostate chosen by God. As for the reason for his apostasy—

Nol pressed his temples, seeking a deliberately vague angle. “Were all your actions previously guided by God?”

The old Pope remained silent.

“Answer him.” Teest folded his arms. “His words are as good as my will.”

“Yes, all were the will of my God,” the old Pope finally replied softly, with Teest’s permission. “God chose me. I am special… special…”

“Why didn’t you change your surname?”

Nol continued cautiously, not daring to ask directly whether he was “Merciful Gilmore”. After all, if it were him keeping secrets, he would definitely consider this question taboo.

“No. No one would suspect. I only left my surname…”

Before he could finish, the old Pope’s forehead lit up with an ominous black light, and the surrounding black and red runes stirred. Nol hurriedly applied a memory modification again, suppressing any potential destruction this time.

Well, it seems the Goddess of Life and the Eternal Son were indeed the same being. If he was initially 50% skeptical, now Nol was almost 90% sure.

Unlike Painter, who betrayed on his own, the old Pope simply accepted a promotion and transfer for unknown reasons.

When Teest spoke again, his tone was full of irony. “So, the greatest believer Gilmore, the admirable guardian Gilmore… to produce a remedy for the taint of monster blood, you would need quite a few people. In the past hundred years, have you killed more waifs or saved more?”

The tone wasn’t quite indignant but rather seemed to mock, as if to say, “Both sides are indeed trash.”

The Mad Monk knew too well. According to the sacred texts of life, Gilmore was one of the strongest Chosen Ones of his time. He had eradicated rampant human trafficking and fought alone against monster armies, being a hero who saved towns.

But Mr. Gilmore was indifferent to fame and fortune. He declined the recommendation for the papacy, choosing a quiet life in a small city. He claimed he would live anonymously, becoming a humble priest teaching waifs for free.

Thus, Merciful Gilmore disappeared from the historical stage, but his good deeds were still sung by the world.

‘Fate loves its ironies,’ Teest thought, looking at the unveiled old Pope.

“Why don’t you answer? Have you forgotten? By the way, I can count those from Whitebird City for you.” The Mad Monk continued eagerly, like a curious student questioning a teacher.

“God is absolute.”

The old Pope looked at them with dead eyes, his tone devoid of any emotion. “God is absolute… I just sent them to God’s side…”

“Alright, my mistake, I actually thought you had your own mind.”

Teest poked around the statue-like old Pope for half a minute before muttering and stepping back.

Just another zealot…?

It seemed like everything was over. Now, they just needed to secure this oracle, issue false commands, and deal with Golden Sword, the unexpected eyewitness.

Next, under Fischer’s leadership, the Eternal Church could behave for a while—at least not collude with Demons to cause trouble for Paradise.

It had been like completing a high-intensity boss battle. The reward room’s door was just ahead. They only needed to open it to proceed.

But Nol felt an odd sense of discord.

“Regarding those oracles…” he began, as Teest was already wrapping up.

“Wait.” Nol said, “I want to see his memories.”

Teest’s brow furrowed. “His memories have been tampered with by Star Stealer Sol. Exploring them rashly is highly risky… Honey, did you notice something amiss?”

“No,” Nol said. “Just a hunch.”

There was indeed nothing unusual about Gilmore, at least not now.

But Gilmore’s transformation was too abrupt… Without a significant event, a person wouldn’t change their nature for no reason. If it were his “Tahe World”, changing a former hero’s character like this would surely lead to player backlash.

And he always felt that the “domestication” mentioned by the candle wasn’t so simple.

Teest’s troublesome nature had been evident all along. The Mad Monk’s obsession was no less than his power; such a person would rather self-destruct than submit to someone they didn’t acknowledge and could never be “domesticated”.

…Could it be that “Merciful Gilmore” was “domesticated”?

How did Star Stealer Sol accomplish this?

Concerning Teest, Nol was reluctant to let go easily.

“I’ll be careful in my investigation. Don’t worry,” Nol said. “I’m better at magical analysis than you. If something is wrong, I’ll stop immediately.”

“Don’t look at me like that—the risk of taking Gilmore out is too high. He must be dealt with here.” Seeing Teest’s disapproval, Nol specifically added.

After passing this village, there would be no more shop*.

*(过了这个村,就没这个店) Proverb referring to opportunities are rare and cannot be missed casually.

“If you hadn’t mentioned, I’d have thought your energy was infinite.”

Teest feigned surprise, tightening his grip on Nol’s arm. “Shh, let me tell you a secret. There’s a monster in this world called ‘Fatigue’, which you might not have encountered—this adorable little thing hides in your ears, and if you’re not careful, it will bite through your eardrum and gnaw on your brain.”

Nol: “……”

Nol: “Thanks for the concern, but I’m not that tired.”

His knight seemed not to know how to care for people normally—his concern was always aggressive.

“Since you insist… While you’re busy, let me handle our Golden Sword.”

Teest’s tongue click echoed in the cave. “I’ll try to be gentle and not hurt his brain.”

……

Golden Sword showed no resistance to Teest’s memory manipulation. Teest showed him a bit of respect, proceeding slowly and meticulously, indeed causing no damage to his brain. When the magic concluded, Golden Sword Billy fell into a deep sleep. Teest was certain that he wouldn’t remember anything that happened that day—including the Alva Merchant Company’s promise of a hefty reward.

It was the first time someone had used him as a free bodyguard. Who knew if Golden Sword Billy had this intention from the start.

Teest wordlessly flicked off the gem shards from his body, the dim light shimmering non-stop on the shards, making Billy shine even more than the brainless “Loser” next door.

Teest, with his youthful body, picked up the adult Golden Sword and roughly flipped him over a few times to make sure he hadn’t used any suspicious gems. After confirming for the hundredth time, he turned his head for the hundred-and-first time to check on Nol.

His Nol was standing behind the Pope with his palm on the old Pope’s nape.

Blue runes spun around him, fast at times and slow at others, while the Pope’s magical fluctuations were like the flames in a blacksmith’s furnace, bursting at times and then subsiding, fortunately without exploding completely.

About two hundred years seemed to pass before Nol finally let go. The moment he released his hand, he collapsed, hands on the ground, retching.

Teest almost teleported to his side, supporting Nol’s body. “What happened? …What did you see?”

Nol wiped his mouth, shaking his head. “It’s too terrible, better you don’t see it.”

He didn’t want to pass on the scene he just witnessed to Teest.

In Gilmore’s memories, he saw hell. Compared to the first few years after “Merciful Gilmore” disappeared, the adventures he and Teest had undergone were practically like a vacation at Disneyland. All the bizarre R-rated films Nol had seen on Earth combined didn’t compare to a fraction of it.

Teest dropped his jesting demeanor. “I can’t see it. How bad is it?”

“It’s like if I stabbed you with the letter opener in the middle of the night, destroyed your gold wheel in front of you, and then told you, ‘Actually, I am Star Stealer Sol’, all the while laughing at you… about ten times worse than that.” Even a Mad Monk wouldn’t have sins deep enough to witness such things. Nol weakly wiped his mouth.

“……” Teest’s expression vanished completely, and his tone became somewhat stiff. “And yet you endured it.”

Nol coughed twice, revealing a bitter smile. His stomach was still churning, and he could maintain the most basic rationality, not being destroyed by those horrific memories, for one reason only—

“Only looking at his memories, it was very coherent and normal. But in his-his worst memories, people had no faces.” Nol whispered. “Gilmore himself didn’t notice anything odd, but I, this ‘intruder’, could still tell… I think I probably know what ‘domestication’ is now.”

“Implanting a false life, directly twisting the personality—I don’t know how Star Stealer Sol does it. But it really is…”

Too cruel.

It was as if someone had seen through the personality of this former hero and silently destroyed him in a targeted manner. The entire process was nothing but darkness, pain, and despair—it couldn’t even be called a “story”.

And to smash a person’s spirit to pieces makes them easy to control.

If it weren’t for seeing the remains of the Flama family with his own eyes, stepping into the Eternal Church of the past… whether Teest’s twisted memories were true or false, there was a moment Nol hardly dared to be sure.

But in terms of results, Mr. Gilmore had also suffered years of torment in the “non-existent Eternal Church”.

Thinking this, Nol felt nauseous again.

For the first time, he truly felt the terror of “Star Stealer Sol”. The companions by his side, who knows when they might change temperament, suddenly having breakdowns or hatred. Even they themselves…

…Is your memory real?

…Is your existence real?

Nol grabbed Teest’s hand, looking into those golden eyes. He couldn’t help but raise a terrifying thought—if he had already been “domesticated”… if he had been implanted with memories of Teest dying in front of him… if Teest wasn’t real…

Could he himself manage not to break down?

“Teest.” Nol softly repeated the other’s name, staring firmly at that face, fearing the features would suddenly disappear. “Teest…”

“Shh…”

After a moment’s hesitation, Teest awkwardly extended his arm, embracing Nol.

“You’ve just thought too much. You’re too tired, easily influenced by the surroundings,” he said. “Rest for now.”

Nol grabbed Teest’s arm with a backhand grip. Never before had he grasped so tightly. The latter just calmly looked at him, as if feeling no pain. “There are oracles… to deal with—to arrange…” Nol’s face was pale. “Billy… the dragon… outside…”

Teest finally curved his lips into a smile. “Well, at least you weren’t swayed by that guy.”

Then he reached out, gently covering his eyes.

“Our hunt can wait.” He kissed Nol’s nose. “Everything can wait, honey.”

“No, it’s not over yet,” Nol murmured. “The system… The system hasn’t yet settled the quest.”

When they saw the High Priest of Fischer again, the ordinary achievement condition of “Finding the missing Miss Fischer” got a prompt. But even now, with the old Pope dead, “Thwart the secret operation of the Eternal Church” remained motionless.

The overdue quest prompt, the bloody memory of the old Pope—they became the coldness clinging to his body, washing over his nerves time and again.

At that moment, the headless torso in the center of the cave convulsed violently again.

Its body was surrounded by a brilliant golden light, far more spectacular than the oracle before. Characters and images incomprehensible to the onlookers spun wildly, condensing into a fist-sized ball of light. Before the two could react, the ball of light plunged into the old Pope’s mouth on its own. The old Pope’s eye sockets and mouth were filled with bright light, transforming into some unknown monster.

[Where dragons are born, where mistakes converge.]

[The master of the world returns to the start of the dream, and you will find what you have lost…]

At this point, the body of the old Pope also convulsed strangely.

[Lost knowledge is reset, and pursued desires are fulfilled. You will receive the aid of fate, and you will find the answers you seek.]

A prophecy.

A prophecy that was triggered automatically, without anyone asking.

At the same time.

[You have completed the rare hidden quest: The Demons’ Conspiracy]

[You have met the perfect achievement conditions for the “The Demons’ Conspiracy” quest: Finding the missing Miss Fischer; Thwart the secret operation of the Eternal Church.]

[Quest Reward: A large amount of experience points [Normal] is being settled; Dragon’s Lair Secret Passage [Perfect] will be settled in subsequent events.]

Nol decisively accepted the experience points. White light, accompanied by power, flowed into his body. His muscles’ fatigue disappeared with the leveling effect, but his temples were still tight, throbbing in pain.

He released Teest, staggering a few steps.

In the system settlement notification sound, the old Pope turned around with Nol’s movement, his expressionless face always facing Nol. He repeated the prophecy over and over again with the unique hoarse voice of the dead.

[You will receive the aid of fate, and you will find the answers you seek.]

[You will receive the aid of fate, and you will find the answers you seek.]

[You will receive the aid of fate, and you will find the answers you seek.]

Behind them.

The supposedly sleeping Enbillick Alva opened his eyes, as if invisible fingers had lifted his eyelids. Those ash-gray eyeballs moved stiffly in their sockets for a few seconds, finally turning in the same direction—towards Nol and Teest.

They turned so forcefully that the pupils nearly cramped at the corners.

They watched quietly.


The author has something to say:

The end of this arc. Entering the Dragon’s Lair next arc.


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Midnight Owl Ch153

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 153: Water Waves

No one expected that the first to reach the Finish Line would be Wu Sheng.

Right after he sent Kong Lizhe back to the starting point in the previous round, he casually threw a 7. 39–40 (Launch Point D) to A1–A2–A3–A4–A5 and then to the Finish Line. Not one more, not one less—just right.

At that time, Gu Nian and Kuang Jinxin were still advancing and retreating on the stairs, Jiang Dachuan had just pulled a little distance from those two groundhog brothers, and the other friends were still calculating how many rounds they would need to approach the sprint stairs. Wu Sheng, who was the last to roll the dice, did so casually, throwing a 7.

“You must have cheated. You definitely cheated when you rolled the dice!” Kong Lizhe had suspected this in the last round, and now he was convinced.

Indeed, it was taking effect. Wu Sheng could feel the fluctuations of the stationery. This illusory stationery was like a blessing buff, not lasting long, but enduring two or three rounds of throws wasn’t a problem.

However, the secret could only be shared with specific people.

Xu Wang clearly caught the look Wu Sheng passed him, though it was just a quick glance as he turned to Kong Lizhe, but Captain Xu fully understood the advisor’s intended message—victory was that easy *shrug*.

“It doesn’t matter what you say.” Wu Sheng already looked at Kong Lizhe, innocently raising his hand and pointing to the glass dome above as if there was an invisible referee there. “It decides.”

It, naturally, was the Owl, the setter and enforcer of the rules.

However, the prompt tone did not sound.

Instead, it was Lao Qian who yelled out so excitedly that it echoed. “Class Monitor, you’re awesome!”

Kong Lizhe was almost blown away, covering his ears and cursing, “Can’t you give a warning before you fucking scream!”

The two stood closely at the same Launch Point, like a pair of good buddies.

Qian Ai, in a great mood, put his arm around the other’s shoulder, sincerely promising, “Then I’ll give a heads-up now. Wait until Xiao Kuang gets to the Finish Line, and I’ll shout again.”

Kong Lizhe pushed him away with an elbow. “Dream on. The next one to reach the finish line will definitely be Gu Nian.”

Qian Ai sighed and looked far away. “If I were you, I wouldn’t put so much pressure on my teammate.”

“……” Following his gaze, Kong Lizhe saw Gu Nian’s tired profile.

The other classmates of the Wang Duanran squad were initially annoyed, but hearing Qian Ai shout “Class Monitor”, their curiosity overcame their irritation and took the high ground.

“Did you just call him Class Monitor?” Despite Qian Ai’s loud voice making those words almost tangible, Wang Duanran still wanted to confirm.

“Yeah, we were high school classmates,” Qian Ai admitted openly. Mainly because in this round, everyone’s name scrolled through the prompt countless times. Trying to hide one’s real identity was futile, so there was even less point in hiding minor details.

“You two were high school classmates, and then got pulled in here together?” Wang Duanran guessed tentatively. “Were you together at the time?”

“Together what?” Qian Ai said. “We met in the second round.” He then pointed at Xu Wang, kindly adding, “These two teamed up from the start. Now that’s real fate.”

Hearing this, Wang Duanran said, “So they were classmates too?”

With the conversation reaching this point and he was still asking, Qian Ai almost despised Wang Duanran’s reading comprehension. “Of course. He’s our Sports Rep, he’s our Class Monitor, and I am… I… I sat in the first row.” After some thought, Qian Ai finally found a dignified identity for himself.

Wang Duanran looked at this “trio of heroes from one class” with mixed feelings. “Is the feng shui in your class not good?”

Amidst the banter, Wu Sheng was sent to the finish line, and everyone received a “Ding—”

[Cheat Sheet]: Congratulations to Wu Sheng for reaching the Finish Line!

A chair with wings flew down from the dome, perfectly landing under Wu Sheng’s bottom, then carried him back up below the dome.

The light projected from the glass hit his back, giving him a halo effect. Sitting in the chair, he looked down, seeing the entire chessboard. All the surface of the water was within his sight.

The friends below looked up, unable to see his face clearly. They only saw a figure in the backlight casually crossing his legs and giving them a friendly wave from above.

Xu Wang, Kuang Jinxin, and Qian Ai vigorously waved back, while Chi Yingxue nodded gently.

Wang Duanran, Jiang Dachuan, Gu Nian, Kong Lizhe, and Chen Guan all had grim expressions. They all thought in unison about throwing a brick at him.

[Owl: The first to complete the Aeroplane Chess game has appeared! Remember, those who finish the game must not interfere with the ongoing game. Violators will be considered as breaking the rules, disqualified, and sent back to the Launch Point~~]

What counts as “interference”?

Wu Sheng pondered these words, lost in thought.

Perhaps Wu Sheng’s completion broke the deadlock and shifted fortunes, as in the next round, Gu Nian and Kuang Jinxin reached the Finish Line one after another!

If not considering the order of their throws, just the rounds, they should be considered as reaching the Finish Line at the same time. However, their joy was distinctly different—Kuang Jinxin’s was pure joy, while Gu Nian’s joy was tinged with a hint of fatigue.

Thus, after twelve rounds, the seven people still on the board were as follows—

Chen Guan, Launch Point D, current position D2 on the stairs, 4 steps from the Finish Line.

Xu Wang, Launch Point B, current position B1 on the stairs, 5 steps from the Finish Line.

Chi Yingxue, Launch Point C, current position C1 on the stairs, 5 steps from the Finish Line.

Wang Duanran, though not yet on the stairs, was about to complete the basic circle, currently 9 steps from the Linish Fine.

Of the three at Launch Point A, Qian Ai just took off, at 2; Kong Lizhe threw a 1 after taking off, so was now at 3; Jiang Dachuan, having started a few rounds earlier than his struggling companions, was now at 8, with the Finish Line far in the future.

With this, the situation was quite clear.

Unless there were accidents, like PKs or Happy Wheel tornadoes, these four—Chen Guan, Xu Wang, Chi Yingxue, and Wang Duanran—would finish in succession without any hitches.

The real decider of victory might be among the three at Launch Point A.

The dice returned to Jiang Dachuan’s hand. He looked back at Qian Ai and Kong Lizhe, suddenly wishing for a foot-speeding stationery, to dash forward with the speed of lightning, leaving the bottom group behind.

Worrying about being caught up was secondary; mainly, he worried about being caught up to the same spot.

The difficult task of stationery PK, he should let the stronger teammates handle it—like Xiao Kong.

“Roll—”

6, 8–14.

Jiang Dachuan was thrilled. It was like eating ice during a hailstorm. Another throw, and he could widen the gap by two rounds in one go!

As soon as he landed on Grid 14, he couldn’t wait to throw the dice again!

“Roll—”

5, 14–19, surprise.

[Owl: Happy Wheel!]

Jiang Dachuan focused hard on the “Advance 1-10 at will” option, as if channeling his energy, he pulled the wheel down!

“Click, click, click—”

The wheel spun for a long while before finally stopping—Tornado.

Jiang Dachuan wasn’t quite satisfied, but then he thought, since he had just completed a quarter of the round, as long as the random wind didn’t blow towards this quarter, any position in the remaining three-quarters would essentially advance him, ensuring a no-lose situation.

“Whoosh—”

Jiang Dachuan was lifted into the air, not with a beautiful arc like Gu Nian’s, but a steep diagonal, landing on Grid 4, blank.

Well, his mind was indeed blank at the moment.

It took him a while to look back, first at Kong Lizhe next door, then at Qian Ai next to him, managing a weak smile.

Kong Lizhe felt both sympathy and pity, patting him on the shoulder to comfort. “No worries. I’m still behind you, aren’t I?”

“Exactly,” Qian Ai chimed in, continuing the comfort with earnest and heartfelt words. “What’s the use of running so fast? I’ve told you before, we’re a big family at Launch Point A, but you wouldn’t listen, always wanting to break away from the group.”

Jiang Dachuan: “……”

Kong Lizhe: “……”

When the hell did he say that? Can we not blatantly rewrite the chat history?!

The dice moved to Kong Lizhe, who threw a 2, moved 3–5, and ended up in front of Jiang Dachuan on Grid 4, still neighbors.

Qian Ai rolled a 1, moving 2–3, and now, the three of them, on Grid 3, 4, and 5, were lined up just like that.

The three stopped bickering. They were all struggling to get by so who was laughing at whom?

The dice didn’t concern itself with them and fluttered to Xu Wang.

Xu Wang glanced at the Finish Line in front of him, summoning every bit of his sincerity, hoping for a 5.

The dice was thrown, skimming across the surface like a stone before stopping—4.

B1–B5, just one step away from the Finish Line.

Just one step!

Xu Wang felt bitter inside but still stood tall and proud—Chen Guan was standing on the opposite stairway, after all. In terms of the straight line, there were just 4 steps and one Finish Line between them, and he couldn’t appear weaker in momentum.

“Ding—”

A sudden, prompt tone made everyone pause.

Xu Wang was on the stairway, which was all blank, so what was the “ding” for?

[Cheat Sheet]: B4 revealed, surprise.

This turn of events caught everyone off guard.

Gu Nian had been tangoing back and forth on the stairway without triggering a single surprise, so how did Xu Wang get one?

As if knowing everyone’s questions, the earpiece seamlessly connected—

[Owl: There is a [Good Neighbor Responsibility Amulet] within ten spaces, activating the [Sprint Surprise]! Dears who shoulder the responsibility, stand tall with your majestic chest, and protect the bearer of the surprise! If the bearer of the surprise returns to the Launch Point, you too must bear joint responsibility and go back~~]

All eyes in the audience, nine pairs, snapped onto Chen Guan.

Chen Guan was still confused. During their last round through this level, they also triggered the “Good Neighbor Responsibility Amulet”, knowing it required the holder to help defend against any surprises for neighbors within ten spaces. But no one knew it applied to the stairs too!

Xu Wang was on the B stairs, and he was on the D stairs. You can’t just connect them with a “Finishing Line stone” and call it a straight line!

“Couldn’t you have climbed the stairway a round later?!” The effect of the symbol lasted for three rolls, and this was already the third. Just a bit more, and he could have avoided it. Chen Guan couldn’t really blame anyone, but he couldn’t very well scold himself either.

He didn’t scold, but Xu Wang could help. “Couldn’t you just not trigger this damn amulet?!”

Amidst their mutual blame-shifting, the surprise arrived as scheduled—the water surface violently shook, shaking the ground itself, and the next second, a giant wave towered!

The wave rose near Xu Wang, seven or eight meters high, with spray even wetting the shoes of the “three who already finished” in the air!

The wave crashing down, if not deadly for Xu Wang, would at least sweep him away, and being swept off the square would be a violation!

Wu Sheng stared intensely below, his knuckles white from gripping the armrest of his chair, frantic with worry but clear on the rules—he could not interfere with the game!

Other companions could throw stationery, but just like when Chi Yingxue wanted to help Kuang Jinxin before, it was completely ineffective.

The wave had already crashed down, fast and fierce, with a vicious killing intent!

This was completely different from the surprises in the basics. The lethality and corresponding difficulty weren’t just a step up, it was a leap!

The giant wave instantly engulfed Xu Wang along with the steps!

“Captain—”

“Xu Wang—”

The first call was made by Kuang Jinxin and Qian Ai; the second was by Chen Guan, who shouted with more genuine concern than both opponents. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help, but searching for stationery also took time. As the captain, Xu Wang couldn’t even withstand the first wave; how could he, an external help, assist!

After the wave receded, the steps reappeared, along with a sturdy big tree rooted on the steps and Xu Wang, who was hugging the top of the tree trunk.

The tree was tall and straight, and its trunk grew straight up for nearly three meters before branching out into lush branches. Xu Wang was hugging the end of this three-meter-tall trunk with his head under the dense branches, which, in terms of vertical space, indeed didn’t count as leaving the square.

However, he was in a sorry state. The posture of hugging the tree with all four limbs was full of a desire to survive, and there was even a noose around his neck… A noose?!

Chen Guan’s eyes widened. Just as he was about to confirm, another wave hit.

The branches snapped loudly, and when the wave receded, a part of the tree crown was missing, but Xu Wang, still hugging the trunk below the tree crown, remained as steady as Mount Tai.

This time, Chen Guan saw clearly. It was indeed a noose—one end around Xu Wang’s neck, the other tied to a nearby branch. If Xu Wang’s position hugging the trunk had been any lower, the rope would have been taut, and by then, he really would have become a hanged ghost.

Steady as Mount Tai, this was the illusion Chen Guan saw.

Xu Wang was now anxious, no longer able to maintain a cool demeanor. “What are you zoning out for? Hurry up and think of something! I don’t have any stationery to deal with water!”

“I am looking! Just hang in there!” Chen Guan looked down at his arm, quickly searching, but in reality, this action was half true and half false. He knew very well what stationery he had. Of those that could deal with water, there was only one. Rather than saying he was searching, it was more accurate to say he was hesitating.

The reason was straightforward—he was reluctant to use it.

That piece of stationery could resist almost all water-based disasters or attacks, whether from opponents or from the environment. He had never planned to use it in this level, let alone to save an opponent.

The giant wave hit for the third time.

Xu Wang lost his grip and was pushed down by the waves. The noose suddenly tightened, making it hard to breathe.

He held his breath, waiting for the wave to recede. He gritted his teeth and climbed up a few centimeters again, only then easing the feeling of suffocation.

In the misty view filled with water vapor, his sharp senses didn’t diminish. While gasping for breath, he caught that moment of hesitation in Chen Guan’s eyes, instantly understanding.

“Do you even know how to calculate? If you save a piece of stationery now, we will both make it back to the Launch Point. Who knows how many pieces of stationery we’ll have to fight over in the basics later!”

A wake-up call.

But Captain Xu had another point. “Didn’t I also bring mine out? I was planning to use it for a stationery PK, but plans cannot keep up with changes. That’s life!”

Chen Guan decisively gave up that piece of stationery he treasured—asking for nothing else but some peace.

Wang Duanran, Jiang Dachuan, and Kong Lizhe simultaneously wiped a cold sweat from their minds, fortunate to have dodged in advance.

Chen Guan’s stationery worked on water; the companions couldn’t hear the hint and only saw that when the fourth wave lifted, a giant suddenly stood up in the water!

His lower body was submerged in the water, but his upper body alone was seven or eight meters tall. He held a tool resembling a shovel but not quite the same, standing in front of Xu Wang’s hanging tree like a dam, easily blocking the giant wave for him.

After the wave receded, he waded through the water, came to the side wall, raised his tool, and struck hard at the corner of the wall submerged in water!

With a “thud” sound, the whole room shook!

The water around the chessboard dropped visibly fast, and in just a few minutes, it was completely drained, revealing the nearly ten-meter-deep ground that had sunk before!

And at the corner of the wall where the giant had struck, there was clearly a big hole. Obviously, the water had flowed out from here.

Where is the outside? What’s there? No one knows, but this round of surprise was supposedly overcome.

Xu Wang was released and carefully landed back on the square, gasping for breath, but he didn’t forget to thank Chen Guan. “Thanks, I owe you one.”

“Forget it. It’s best if our waters do not violate each other’s rivers*.” Chen Guan wasn’t prepared to accept this debt of gratitude or to retaliate for the previous loss. Up until now, he had deeply realized a fact—this team wasn’t suitable for clever maneuvers or strong attacks. Taking a detour was the most worry-free.

*(井水不犯河水) Metaphor for each taking care of their own business and not offending each other.

“That won’t do. I’ve taken note of it anyway.” After Xu Wang stated his position, curiosity re-emerged. “What was that piece of stationery just now?”

Chen Guan: “[(Defense) Great Yu Controls the Flood*].”

*This comes from an ancient myth where Great Yu was able to control the waters to prevent floods that ravaged the land for two generations.

“Oh—” Xu Wang suddenly realized.

His gaze returned to the big hole in the corner of the wall, instinctively flipping through the knowledge points in his memory—the essence of Great Yu’s water control: blocking is not as good as dredging.

“Xu Wang.” Wu Sheng’s voice suddenly came from above, short and urgent, like some kind of reminder.

Xu Wang was about to look up, but a flash in the corner of his eye caught his attention.

He quickly followed the light. Right below the first step where Chi Yingxue was standing, due to the water receding, the ground at the bottom of the pit was revealed. There, a familiar badge flashed, playfully jumping.


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Midnight Owl Ch152

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 152: Cursed

The seventh, eighth, and ninth rounds ended smoothly, with everyone moving forward without much fanfare. In a miraculous occurrence, each time the two teams met, they perfectly passed by each other, avoiding the cruel fate of a same-square PK.

As the tenth round was about to begin, there had been new changes in the positions and progress of the ten players on the field.

Gu Nian, having moved back from A5 to A2, was still 4 steps away from the finish line.

Kuang Jinxin, having rolled 9s in two rounds, leaped forward to 49/52, just 3 steps away from entering the sprint steps.

The remaining eight were essentially divided into three groups.

The first group consisted of Wu Sheng, Wang Duanran, Chi Yingxue, and Xu Wang, with progress between 32–38/52.

The second group, consisting of Qian Ai, Kong Lizhe, and Chen Guan, were at 25–26/52.

Jiang Dachuan alone made up the third group, still at Launch Point A, struggling hard.

Now, the dice returned to Jiang Dachuan’s hands.

The motivation from the Rolls-Royce was immense, and after so many rounds, Jiang Dachuan was still full of energy, hopeful and longing for every possible takeoff.

The dice hit the water, causing a graceful splash.

10.

“Captain!” After taking off, he first called out to his captain.

Wang Duanran breathed a heavy sigh of relief, as if he was the one going through hardship and suffering. “Good, it’s good that you’re taking off.”

Jiang Dachuan remained silent, only looking at his captain with gleaming eyes.

After a moment, Wang Duanran had a stroke of insight. “Remember, I’ll give you the car keys when we get back.”

Jiang Dachuan was satisfied, his eyes nearly disappearing from smiling.

At the same time, his teammate Gu Nian was in a different mood.

He rolled an 8.

He moved forward four squares, then moved back four squares, ending up back at A2 again—not even the Owl allowed him to exert effort in vain; there was no air current to lift him; he stood in place as if his last dice throw was an illusion.

Wang Duanran, Jiang Dachuan, Kong Lizhe, and Chen Guan hardly looked at him, fearing a wrong glance might make their teammate more agitated. Gu Nian rarely gets agitated, but when he does, it’s quite deadly.

Kong Lizhe rolled a 5, moving from 26–31. Looking back at Qian Ai and Wu Sheng in Grid 25, he wasn’t sure if he was afraid of being caught up in a PK battle or hoping to catch up for a chance at revenge through PK.

Grid 31 brought a surprise for Kong Lizhe—a thunderstorm that nearly blasted him into the water.

Qian Ai, 6 squares away, wasn’t worried about being affected and even took the opportunity to glance at Wu Sheng beside him.

That glance revealed Wu Sheng contemplating his arm. He initially thought to be strategizing a PK tactic by looking at stationery, but it turned out he was examining the badge handbook.

Qian Ai mentally kicked himself for forgetting about the badge!

Regardless of the reason, since their advisor chose to keep a low profile, Qian Ai knew he had to follow suit and keep quiet.

Thus, without even lifting his arm, Qian Ai slightly raised his eyebrows, trying to peek at Wu Sheng’s arm.

Fortunately, the hint was brief and noticeable—water.

The badge was in… the water? Underwater? On the water splash?

Qian Ai was confused, and more importantly, they couldn’t leave their squares or fall into the water, as that would be against the rules, requiring a return to the starting point. So, how were they supposed to find the badge?

“Lao Qian.” Wu Sheng’s reminder came. “It’s your turn to throw the dice.”

“Huh?” Qian Ai snapped back to reality, just as the dice flew in front of him, nearly flapping onto his nose.

With little time left to throw, he didn’t even attempt to catch it but simply swatted the dice towards the water surface.

6.

Qian Ai was just about to rejoice when he saw Kong Lizhe in front of him and rolled his eyes.

Qian Ai counted the squares and understood.

25–31, right into Kong Lizhe’s square.

Qian Ai couldn’t tell if he was happy or worried. The adrenaline from PK-ing Jiang Dachuan had cooled down over the rounds, and he was clear about the stationery he had, like [(Illusory) Ah, Fortune Has Fallen]. If Jiang Dachuan hadn’t used a defense stationery but a lethal offense stationery instead, he would have undoubtedly lost.

“Lize, take him down—” Jiang Dachuan cheered from the distant Launch Point A.

Kong Lizhe glanced at his “unfortunate” teammate, not seeing Qian Ai as a threat, but still silently heightened his alertness and defense level.

Qian Ai landed inside the square.

Kong Lizhe had a tall and slender figure. Originally, a single person could stand on the square quite spaciously, but with Qian Ai added, the average space occupied by each person was immediately halved and then halved again.

Fortunately, the prompt sound appeared quickly. Both turned their backs and raised their arms simultaneously.

Looking at his dwindling stationery, Qian Ai decided to use a defense item just to be cautious.

“Ding—”

[Cheat Sheet]: Kong Lizhe uses [(Illusory) Death Choir]; Qian Ai uses [(Defense) Iron Armor]; [Iron Armor] can’t withstand the [Death Choir]. Qian Ai dies, Kong Lizhe wins.

The arena was quiet for several seconds. Everyone had thought it would take three to five rounds to finish the PK. Even Kong Lizhe himself didn’t expect to win so cleanly, and it took him a while to come back to reality.

When Qian Ai saw the words [Death Choir], he knew he had lost. He now rummaged through his entire [Stationery Box] and found no stationery left that could resist a fatal illusory attack. His last defense, Righteous Aura, had been used up in the previous PK.

“Da Qian, come back. I’m the only one at home, so it’s lonely—” Jiang Dachuan was so happy he didn’t know how to organize his words, flapping his arms up and down, welcoming his old friend’s return.

Qian Ai didn’t want to see his smugness, but upon hearing his newly acquired nickname, his spirits were instantly lifted. As he soared into the air, he chased after with a question. “What did you call me?”

Jiang Dachuan chuckled, his face full of spring breeze and deliberate provocation. “Da Qian! How about that? Isn’t it domineering?”

“Whether it’s domineering or not doesn’t matter; the main thing is that it’s a good omen!” With these words, Qian Ai gracefully landed on Grid 1, slapped Jiang Dachuan on the shoulder, and sincerely thanked him. “I’ll change my live streaming ID when I get back. ‘Da Qian Eats Across China’. The wealth will be rolling in. Hahaha!”

“……” Jiang Dachuan’s smile froze on his face, and then he was completely expressionless. He was provoking, demonstrating, and getting carried away with pride. Could he at least show some respect for those seeking revenge!

Having suffered a similar setback at the hands of Kuang Jinxin, Wang Duanran finally understood that the focus of communication in this team was bizarrely off!

Although he returned to the starting point, Qian Ai rolled a 6, still having another chance to roll again.

The man, who had already renamed himself Da Qian, clasped his hands together and silently prayed for 666.

“Rolling—”

3.

Jiang Dachuan looked down and snorted dismissively. As if rolling a 6 or 10 was that easy. Hmph.

The fifth to throw was Kuang Jinxin.

7.

He took off from Launch Pad B (Grid 14) and was now at Grid 11. Having walked these 7 steps—12–13–14–B1–B2–B3–B4—he was 2 steps away from the Finish Line.

All eyes on Wang Duanran’s team were on him.

Kuang Jinxin didn’t catch a break like Gu Nian did, nor did he engage in any PKs. He just smoothly made his way forward, and now, he was even closer to the finish line than Gu Nian.

The low-key Captain Xu wanted to cheer for his teammate, but upon second thought, no, he quickly glanced at Wu Sheng, Qian Ai, Chi Yingxue—don’t show off. We need to accumulate good karma!

Wu Sheng received the look, and a faint smile of indulgence flashed in his eyes that even he didn’t notice—yeah, got it.

Qian Ai had the phrase “Xiao Kuang, counterkill him!” on the tip of his tongue, but fortunately, he was quick to cover his mouth, making a muffled sound. Jiang Dachuan, beside him, looked at him in confusion, not understanding what was going on.

Chi Yingxue didn’t intend to cheer for Kuang Jinxin, but he also didn’t understand Xu Wang’s glance, meeting his eyes with a puzzled raise of her eyebrows—?

Xu Wang now felt a spring-like warmth towards Chi Yingxue. When he saw this, he thought he hadn’t made himself clear, so he simply shook his head slightly—it’s okay.

Chi Yingxue understood then—oh.

After briefing his teammates, the dice fell into his own hands. Xu Wang immediately threw it.

5, 45–50, obtained the stationery [(Offense) Explosive Thermos Bottle].

“……” Xu Wang looked at the new icon in the [Stationery Box], finding it hard to imagine using it in battle.

Next, Chi Yingxue and Wang Duanran, then Chen Guan. They respectively threw a 2 and a 4, with Chi Yingxue entering Grid 9 and Wang Duanran entering Grid 12. Both started at Launch Point C (Grid 27), so they were closely matched in progress.

It was Chen Guan’s turn.

Playing Aeroplane Chess until now, Chen Guan was almost falling asleep. His inner cosmos was ignited by the fire left from their last encounter, but now that fire was nearly extinguished. He truly preferred a fight over playing this shitty game of chess. Even PK was just text-based, so what’s the point? The battle had lost its soul!

“Rolling—”

6.

Chen Guan was surprised. He had rolled a 6 last round and didn’t expect his luck to favor him again with another 6.

23–29, a surprise, the Happy Wheel.

Chen Guan grabbed the wheel and gave it a spin—Good Neighbor Responsibility Amulet (three rounds).

Xu Wang’s team was already curious about what exactly this was. Seeing the pointer stop on this option, they immediately looked at Chen Guan’s expression.

Chen Guan frowned, making his expression hard to interpret as good.

The rest of the team felt similarly.

Xu Wang’s and the others knew then—this thing wasn’t so great.

Chen Guan rolled for the second time.

9.

29–38, two more squares, and Chen Guan would complete a lap, returning to his Launch Point D (Grid 40)!

Happiness came so unexpectedly, Chen Guan only realized he was close to the finish line when he looked up and saw the five steps just ahead.

Wang Duanran immediately looked at Xu Wang, warning the opponent, “Hey, we have two people close to the finish line.”

Xu Wang felt anxious inside but maintained a composed face. “Let’s see if you can actually finish the steps.”

Xu Wang was inwardly anxious, but his face was calm. “Let’s actually finish the steps before we talk.”

Grid 38 had been revealed as a surprise.

Another Happy Wheel.

Chen Guan was puzzled. The Happy Wheel hadn’t appeared many times in the entire game, and he didn’t know why it favored him so much.

He held the spinner, and this time he spun it with more care.

The spinner stopped—Tornado.

“Whoosh—”

Chen Guan didn’t even have time to react before he was whirled back to grid 30 in a dizzying spin.

Grid 30 was a cash reward, but this didn’t compensate for the emotional trauma of Chen Guan and the entire team—just now he was at 50/52, and now he had fallen back to 42/52.

Happiness came suddenly and left just as quickly.

Xu Wang sighed and shook his head, crossing the vast water to the northeast, where Wang Duanran spread his hands in regret. “I told my team we should keep a low profile and accumulate good karma.”

Wang Duanran: “……”

When did you say that? Don’t make up scenarios, okay?

The end of the tenth round. Wu Sheng was the last thrower.

He first glanced at Kong Lizhe, six squares away, then threw the dice.

Kong Lizhe felt a chill from his gaze.

The dice stopped on the water—6.

“……” Kong Lizhe widened his eyes, looking at the dice and then at Wu Sheng, unable to believe it.

Two sixes in this round, again?

And the way the other party glanced at him before throwing the dice, as if he knew they would end up on the same square!

Definitely cheating, absolutely!

In his turmoil, Wu Sheng had already entered the square.

“Excuse me, please make some room.” Advisor Wu was very polite.

Kong Lizhe felt inexplicably nervous. He swallowed and stepped back while turning around.

Wu Sheng also turned his back to him.

[Owl: Please choose the stationery you want to use within ten seconds.]

Kong Lizhe looked at the icons in his [Stationery Box] as his lips pursed into a straight line.

He no longer had any stationery that could instantly kill someone. Whether it was offense or illusory, those that could kill instantly were rare and not easy to come by. In terms of offense, weapon types were the most numerous, followed by various climate and geological disasters, while illusory mainly involved mental harm and control, like [Meng Po Soup], [Pause Button], [Wake Up from a Dream with a Single Word], including the [Ah, Fortune Has Fallen] used by Qian Ai earlier, could all be categorized into these two types. And [Death Choir] was a rare illusory stationery that had to be used judiciously.

He had used it without hesitation in the PK with Qian Ai, thinking of avenging Dachuan.

He didn’t expect that one after another, he would be caught off guard.

But does the opponent definitely have a one-hit kill offense stationery?

Kong Lizhe thought this may not be the case.

After the ten seconds ended, both sides made their choices.

“Ding—”

[Cheat Sheet]: Kong Lizhe uses [(Offense) Spirit Behind You], Wu Sheng is haunted by an evil spirit who drains away his life force, death; Wu Sheng uses [(Illusory) Ah, My Heart is Broken], Kong Lizhe’s heart breaks, death; Wu Sheng’s death was slower, Kong Lizhe died faster. Wu Sheng won.

Kong Lizhe: “……”

Wu Sheng: “……”

The former thought that [Spirit Behind You] was just haunting, not expecting it to drain the opponent’s life force.

The latter thought [Ah, My Heart is Broken] was just about being heartbroken, not expecting it to be literally the breaking of the heart.

Both used seemingly non-lethal stationeries to take the other’s life. The difference was that Wu Sheng’s illusory stationery was more straightforward.

A bit simpler, leading to a straightforward death…

Kong Lizhe clutched his chest, swallowing down the bitterness—he died with regrets!

Qian Ai looked towards his advisor from afar, fist bumping his own chest—using the brother’s “Ah” series stationery to avenge a PK for a brother; I, Da Qian, understand you in my heart!

“……” Wu Sheng couldn’t bear this enthusiasm and silently turned his head away.

Turning away, he collided with the gaze of his own captain.

From the moment Wu Sheng threw the dice, Xu Wang’s gaze never left the scene, watching even more intently than Kong Lizhe. He could be one hundred percent certain that Wu Sheng was aiming to avenge Qian Ai, but… He raised his eyebrows inquiringly and made a gesture of 6, meaning—how did you manage to throw a 6 and end up in the same grid as Kong Lizhe?

The countdown for the second throw had already begun, and Wu Sheng threw the dice before giving Xu Wang a slight smile and then wrote “a vertical fold” in the air with his hand.

The dice landed on 8, 31—39, resulting in a cash reward.

Xu Wang was no longer concerned about the reward. The fluctuating fortunes of this round had significantly bolstered his defense against the lure of money. At this moment, he was furrowing his brows, fully engrossed in pondering Wu Sheng’s “vertical fold”. He mentally mimicked writing it… L?

L… L… Xu Wang’s eyes suddenly lit up. [(Illusory) Lucky]!

He was thoroughly familiar with what stationery everyone had during the battle strategy sessions. Before throwing the dice, Wu Sheng had used an illusory stationery of a blessing nature on himself!

Such a maneuver is possible?!

Xu Wang admired his advisor’s broad thinking while feeling touched by his deep concern for Qian Ai.

However, if it were him, he might have made the same choice. After all, repeatedly returning to the launch points without any encouragement could dishearten even the strongest of hearts.

Just like now…

Xu Wang looked towards Launch Point A, where Qian Ai had shaken off his previous despondency and was now looking refreshed and energized.

In contrast, the recently returned Kong Lizhe, and Jiang Dachuan, who had just moved one square forward, were emanating negative energy, both thick and thin, from their eyebrows to their entire bodies.

At the same time, besides Wu Sheng looking at Xu Wang, the remaining Kuang Jinxin, Chi Yingxue, Wang Duanran, and Chen Guan were all watching Launch Point A.

At this point in the game, the worst performers at Launch Point B, C, and D had made it past halfway. Yet at Launch Point A, the three of them had barely moved—Jiang Dachuan had just taken off, moving only 1 square forward. Visually, he, along with Qian Ai and Kong Lizhe, seemed to be huddled together like three groundhogs squeezing out of the same hole.

The only one making a stand from Launch Point A, Gu Nian, had been sprinting back and forth on the stairs for who knows how many rounds. When he started climbing the stairs, Kuang Jinxin was only halfway through, and now, not only had he reached the stairs as well, but he was also closer to the Finish Line than him.

Launch Point A must be cursed.


The author has something to say:

Slaps the blackboard! Classmates, the starting line of life is very important!


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Midnight Owl Ch151

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 151: Advance and Retreat

“Dachuan.” The dice arrived in Gu Nian’s hands, but he didn’t rush to throw it, instead calling out to his teammate first.

Jiang Dachuan was squatting on Grid 1, mentally almost isolated from the whole world. It took him a while before he faintly realized that someone seemed to be calling him from an unknown direction.

He silently lifted his head and slowly looked towards Gu Nian at the distant Grid 29, responding with a lifeless, “Huh?”

Gu Nian smiled at him—a light and shallow smile. “The captain said he changed his mind. The Rolls-Royce he just bought, you can be the first to drive it.”

Jiang Dachuan sprang up, looking towards Wang Duanran in shock and delight. “Really?!”

“Ah?” Wang Duanran was baffled for two seconds, then seemed to understand and nodded hard. “…Yeah.”

Jiang Dachuan was overjoyed. What PK failure? What being sent back to the starting point? Now they were all dust in the universe!

Wang Duanran’s heart was bleeding. He could almost foresee the grim future of his new car getting scratched, rear-ended, and needing body paint.

However, the atmosphere, which was one-sided just a moment ago, became lively and complex again due to this interlude and Jiang Dachuan’s revival.

Xu Wang was somewhat surprised. The last time they clashed, his impression of this team was that the relationships between teammates were lukewarm, but now it seemed he was one-sided. A scattered team couldn’t have come this far; it was just that each team’s cohesion was different.

“Rolling—”

Gu Nian’s dice had already landed.

2, 29-31.

“Ding—”

[Cheat Sheet]: Grid 31 revealed, surprise.

Kuang Jinxin was at Grid 33. According to the position, it conformed to the [Pond Fish Rule], but his Bystander’s Amulet was still active, so his teammates weren’t worried.

Compared to Xu Wang’s team’s calm, Wang Duanran’s team was a bit more anxious, although it wasn’t their first time tackling this challenge. Any surprise, taken lightly, could send you back to the starting point.

The surprise was quickly revealed—the Happy Wheel!

This was the second time the Happy Wheel appeared in the game. Gu Nian was clearly interested in this game; as soon as the wheel stabilized, he grabbed and spun it hard!

The wheel spun swiftly and colorfully, like a palette.

After a while, the wheel finally stopped—Tornado!

Instantly, a small tornado formed around the square Gu Nian was standing on, blowing him away with its rapid wind force!

Tornado—can blow a person randomly to any square.

All nine teammates instinctively looked up, following the graceful arc drawn by Gu Nian in the air, eventually landing on step A4.

Starting from point A, Gu Nian was blown by the tornado to Grid A4, just two steps away from the finish line.

The air suddenly solidified.

A few seconds later, Wang Duanran’s team, having reacted, erupted in excitement!

“Gu Nian, you did great!” Chen Guan felt as if a huge rock pressing on his chest for a long time was shattered by this wind; he now felt he could leap eight hundred miles and punch with a thousand pounds of force!

“Gu Nian, finish the battle in the next round!” Jiang Dachuan was excited as if he was the one close to the finish line.

“Gu Nian!” With everything else said by his teammates, all Kong Lizhe could shout was the name.

Wang Duanran proudly looked towards Kuang Jinxin, with only three squares between them. “You’re right, luck is the greatest strength.”

Kuang Jinxin revealed a bright smile of affirmation. “I told you so.”

Wang Duanran: “……”

Is there a misunderstanding in their communication?!

A 2-point roll directly put Gu Nian far ahead—Kuang Jinxin still had more than half a circle to go (1-52), while others were already on the sprint steps—and also completely reversed the atmosphere of the race.

Momentum is a thing; either the east wind prevails over the west wind or the west wind over the east.

Next up was Kong Lizhe. He hummed a tune as he threw the dice. Although the result was just 1 point, from 7 to 8, a blank, the joy in his eyes didn’t fade.

“6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6……” Qian Ai prayed devotedly while holding the dice.

Kong Lizhe could understand the desire to roll a 6. After all, 6 and 10 allow for another roll, meaning one round could cover the distance of two… Hold up! Kong Lizhe’s eyes widened, counting the squares, and he felt a chill down his spine. Qian Ai was at 2, while he was at 8. If Qian Ai rolled at 6, that would land him right on his square! Was this seeking a PK addiction?! He absolutely, fundamentally, did not want to PK with this guy at all!

Rolling—7.

Qian Ai sighed in disappointment, missing the duel.

Kong Lizhe sighed in relief, surviving the ordeal.

7, 2–9, reward, 1,000 yuan.

The moment the square was revealed, Qian Ai went crazy. “Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, Xiao Kuang, Xiao Xue—it’s a cash reward—cash!”

“……” Wang Duanran’s team was perplexed.

It was just 1,000 yuan, yet why did it feel like it brought 1,000,000 yuan’s worth of joy?

Next, Kuang Jinxin rolled an 8, 33–41, directly joining Chi Yingxue on the same blank square.

Chi Xue stepped back half a step, making room for Kuang Jinxin on the square.

Kuang Jinxin landed.

Without any small talk, Chi Yingxue glanced at Gu Nian on the central platform in the water, saying, “He’s 29 steps ahead of you.”

Kuang Jinxin didn’t care. “As long as we’re not the last one to reach the finish line, we win.”

Chi Yingxue tilted his head and pondered for a moment. “That’s true.”

Jiang Dachuan, the only one who hadn’t taken off yet, his little heart had just been fluttering from the Rolls-Royce, was stabbed twice.

Just after leaving the starting point, Captain Xu, currently second to last in the game, also had a stray bullet graze him.

Not wanting to lose at the last moment, he then rolled a 6!

15–21, Gu Nian once won 20,000 yuan here!

Captain Xu’s earnings were slightly less, but he still pocketed 10,000 yuan!

He could roll again.

Xu Wang looked at the square in front of him, calculating that either a 7 or 9 would do, 7 to Grid 28, blank, 9 to Grid 30, reward.

Taking a deep breath, he threw the dice onto the water surface.

Another 6!

Xu Wang was stunned, not even believing his own luck. Could he possibly throw it a third time?

The whole group of friends didn’t react for a moment.

21–27, launch point, blank.

Xu Wang, feeling dizzy, threw for the third time—6.

Wu Sheng, Chi Yingxue, Kuang Jinxin: “……”

Qian Ai almost wished he could gift him a yacht. “Captain, 666!”

Jiang Dachuan, Kong Lizhe, Gu Nian, Chen Guan remained silent.

Wang Duanran couldn’t stand it anymore, slamming the table and complained with genuine emotion, “Hey, can you not? If this keeps up, no one will want to play with you! You might as well just walk directly to the finish line!”

27-33, blank.

When Xu Wang landed in Grid 33, he still felt like he was stepping on clouds, floating. The happiness came too suddenly and too intensely, and he was somewhat unable to withstand it.

On his fourth roll, it was finally not a 6, but a 1.

Xu Wang himself breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that rolling another 6 might use up all the luck for this level too soon.

33–34, surprise.

Xu Wang quickly gathered his happy bubbles, ready for what’s next!

[Owl: Quick Happy Answer in ten seconds!]

Xu Wang was startled, subconsciously looking at Wu Sheng, not quite sure, yet somewhat sure, but not really confident. After all, even their own advisor couldn’t have scanned every part of the level, right?

Wang Duanran’s team laughed.

Especially Kong Lizhe, who saw this as an early declaration of return. “Stop struggling. Just go back to the launch point honestly.”

[Owl: In the 6/23 Castle, which broom flies the fastest? A. Black Storm B. Crimson Flame C. Blue Snow D. White Elf. Countdown begins! 10! 9! 8……]

Xu Wang was utterly hopeless. Flying brooms belong to the Happy Line, and they had only glimpsed their colleagues riding brooms from afar through a window. What the brooms were called, how fast they flew—who knows!

Wang Duanran’s team was also confused. They had gone through the Happy Line and ridden brooms—of course, let’s not recall the specifics to avoid trauma—but all the brooms looked the same; they all had the same color. Where was there black, crimson, blue, white?

“Xu Wang,” Wu Sheng suddenly said.

Xu Wang’s heart jolted, his gaze meeting him again, hope kindling yet not daring to burn too fiercely.

Wu Sheng said, “C. Blue Snow.”

His voice wasn’t deliberately steady or lowered. It was just as casual as when he used to explain problems to him, pointing out effortlessly, “Here, this is the correct answer.”

“C. Blue Snow.” Xu Wang didn’t hesitate for a moment.

[Owl: Correct answer! Congratulations!]

“Sheng Ge!” Kuang Jinxin wore an unabashed look of admiration.

Qian Ai was amazed, giving their advisor a thumbs up.

Xu Wang’s square stabilized, but Wang Duanran’s team’s morale was shaken. Chen Guan, closest to Wu Sheng, just two squares away, straightforwardly said, “The brooms in the Happy Line don’t have names.”

Wu Sheng said, “Just because you didn’t see, doesn’t mean they don’t exist.”

Chen Guan’s face sank. “We’ve ridden them eight times!”

Wu Sheng: “……”

Qian Ai could understand—it was better to choose the same line for familiarity. But he was also curious. “Doesn’t that get uncomfortable?”

Chen Guan: “……”

Wang Duanran, Kong Lizhe, Gu Nian, Jiang Dachuan: “……”

They didn’t want to answer.

Wu Sheng suddenly sympathized with the opponents. Since it wasn’t a big secret, he might as well clarify. “You also bought the badge handbook, right?”

Wang Duanran and the others were stunned, unsure whether to answer.

Seeing their expressions, Wu Sheng knew he guessed right. Actually, from the last encounter, their familiarity with the badges and challenges was enough for him to make this inference.

Since the badge handbook wasn’t a secret, then his answer could be shared. “Next time you have a chance to return to 6/23, you might want to check the second row from the left on the magazine rack in the basement level convenience store. The third magazine from the left on the cover, the fourth line of the small title—Black Storm loses to Crimson Flame, Blue Snow kills White Elf.”

Wang Duanran: “It could also be Crimson Flame!”

Wu Sheng: “Right, so between the two, I choose Blue Snow.”

Wang Duanran: “Why?”

Wu Sheng: “If you have three longs and one short, choose the shortest; three shorts and one long, choose the longest; two longs and two shorts, choose b; if it’s uneven, C is invincible*.”

*Clarity: This is apparently an exam formula, where if you have three long answers and one short answer, choose the short answer; if you have three short answers and one long answer, choose the longest. If it’s two short and two long, choose B. If it’s uneven (in this case, Crimson Flames (赤烈焰) and Blue Snow (蓝雪)) choose C.

Wang Duanran: “……”

All friends: “……”

Since Advisor Wu revived everyone’s fear of being dominated by multiple-choice questions in exams, for a long time after, everyone was very low-key.

Chi Yingxue rolled a 4, 41–45, and stood on a reward square with Wu Sheng, earning 10,000 yuan.

Wang Duanran rolled a 5, 37–42, revealed a surprise. The ground underneath turned into quicksand, which he used stationery to stabilize.

Chen Guan rolled a 9, from 48–5, also revealing a surprise. It was the Happy Wheel. The result was that he had to choose to go back a number of squares between 1–10. He naturally chose one, 5–4, blank.

Lastly, Wu Sheng rolled a 10, from 45–3, revealing a surprise. Toxic vines suddenly grew from the ground, which he used stationery to cut and burn them, finally uprooting them. Continuing, he rolled again, a 3, 3–6, reward, receiving stationery.

Wu Sheng smiled wryly. He had obtained this stationery a long time ago but had kept it unused due to not understanding its effect. Now, the icon in his stationery box was directly doubled.

By the end of the sixth round, there had been significant changes in the situation. The progress ranking of the ten friends was as followed—

  1. Gu Nian, base 52/52, steps 4/5, only 2 steps away from the finish line.
  2. Kuang Jinxin, Launch Point B (14)-41, progress 28/52
  3. Xu Wang, Launch Point B (14)-34, progress 21/52
  4. Chi Yingxue, Launch Point (27)-45, progress 19/52
  5. Chen Guan, Launch Point D (40)-52-4, progress 17/52
  6. Wu Sheng, Launch Point (40)-52-3, progress 16/52
  7. Wang Duanran, Launch Point C (27)-42, progress 16/52
  8. Qian Ai, Launch Point A (1)-9, progress 9/52
  9. Kong Lizhe, Launch Point A (1)-8, progress 8/52
  10. Jiang Dachuan, Launch Point A.

Looking at this round, Captain Xu quietly climbed to third place thanks to rolling triple sixes; Chi Yingxue and Chen Guan advanced steadily without making much noise; Gu Nian, with his strong luck, directly stepped up, and despite any reluctance, one must admit the huge gap in luck and talent does exist, something Jiang Dachuan would feel most deeply.

Wu Sheng also had this clear ranking in his mind. Gu Nian was likely to reach the finish line first, but similarly, the last one could also be from the opposing team. The key to winning this level wasn’t about who was the fastest but who was the slowest, so the current situation wasn’t too bad for his side.

Of course, if he had to choose, he’d prefer Gu Nian not to reach first. Letting the opponent take the lead would be too significant a loss in terms of momentum and morale. But at this point, it seemed inevitable.

While Advisor was calculating the battle situation, Jiang Dachuan, at his Launch Point A (Grid 1) for the seventh round, had already thrown the heavy dice again.

2.

Jiang Dachuan nodded, continuing to stay at the Launch Point calmly, unsure if this was due to a stable mindset or numbness.

The dice flew into Gu Nian’s hands.

The whole place quieted down, silent as if even the ripples on the water stopped, turning the water surface into a serene, azure-blue canvas.

Bright light from the glass dome above cast down, spotlighting Gu Nian, the man closest to the finish line, as if locking him in on it.

Gu Nian appeared composed, but his calm, deep gaze betrayed the importance he placed on this throw.

As he gently released his hand, the dice landed on the water surface as smooth as a mirror.

The shadow slowly rose—10.

The whole group of friends: “……”

Throwing a 10 at this time was truly… complicated.

To reach the finish line, the number must be exact; if over, one must move back accordingly.

So, under the watchful eyes of all, Gu Nian moved forward first—A4–A5–Finish Line—then moved back—Finish Line–A5–A4–A3–A2–A1–1–52–51.

51, surprise.

It took Gu Nian just a minute to get rid of the dead needles falling from the sky.

Then he carefully threw the dice a second time.

This time, the dice didn’t hit the water but rolled to Jiang Dachuan at Grid 1, stopping by his feet—10.

Someone, unable to hold back, exclaimed, “What the—”, voicing everyone’s thoughts.

Xu Wang’s team, though not hoping for Gu Nian to reach the finish line, felt somewhat sorry for him throwing consecutive 10s, especially at this time, from a humanitarian perspective.

Wang Duanran’s team, needless to say, wished they could snatch that dice and chew it up for being so disobedient and replace it with a more obedient one!

He was back to where he retreated.

Gu Nian moved back to A4.

The third throw.

Even Gu Nian, as composed as he was, seemed a bit shaky, uncertain if it was nervousness or frustration.

This time, he threw the dice onto the Finish Line stone slab.

“Rolling—”

6.

Xu Wang’s team: “……”

Kong Lizhe, Chen Guan, Jiang Dachuan: “……”

Wang Duanran: “Gu Nian, you don’t have to be so competitive. Just because they threw a 666, you don’t have to counter with 10-10-6. We don’t need much; just 2 would suffice!”

Gu Nian: “……”

Of course, he wanted a 2, but it’s not like he could remote control the dice!

Rarely anything could make Gu Nian feel agitated, but today, this game of Aeroplane Chess succeeded.

Trying to calm his mood with a deep breath, Gu Nian watched as he was sent forward and then back—A5–Finish Line–A5–A4–A3–A2.

The dice was thrown for the fourth time, rolling on the step before falling into the water.

3.

A2–A3–A4–A5.

He was only one step away from the finish line.

The long-suppressed atmosphere finally broke through.

Wang Duanran’s team didn’t boast loudly this time, but everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After all, after moving back and forth, he still advanced a step. Ignoring the process and focusing only on the result, it was definitely good. Well, yes, just ignore the process.

The team could ignore the process, but Gu Nian couldn’t forget it. He looked at the Finish Line that was so close, yet he felt an overwhelming sense of an endless journey ahead.

Xu Wang’s team remained silent.

Their silence wasn’t due to worry about Gu Nian reaching first but seeing in Gu Nian’s repeated attempts their own bitter future of “desperately seeking the Finish Line but not reaching it”.

The last five steps had no attributes as they were all blank—truly, it was a path of despair.


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Midnight Owl Ch150

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 150: Mentality

“Welcome home.” Qian Ai, who has resigned to taking root on Grid 1, cheerfully stepped back to make space for Jiang Dachuan, who was bumped back by his captain.

Jiang Dachuan doesn’t feel like talking right now.

On Grid 2, Kong Lizhe glared at Qian Ai, annoyed. “Could you maybe take off before you start with the wisecracks?”

Qian Ai: “You’ve only moved 1 space yourself. Don’t get carried away.”

Kong Lizhe: “……”

The sound of the dice landing interrupted their bickering and drew the attention of everyone on the board.

Gu Nian and Kuang Jinxin were the vanguards for their teams, and whoever reached the end first would have fired the first shot for their team—a matter crucial for the team’s morale and fortune.

The dice rolled forward and finally stopped on an empty space ahead—6.

Wang Duanran was thrilled. “Beautiful!”

Jiang Dachuan and Kong Lizhe were also energized.

A roll of 6 allowed for another throw, effectively giving one an extra move compared to others. Now, he was only 2 spaces behind Kuang Jinxin, and overtaking him seemed almost certain!

Even Chen Guan, who usually had a stern face, lightened up considerably and shouted across the space, “Lao Gu.” When Gu Nian looked over, he glanced towards Kuang Jinxin and said, “It’s up to you now.”

Gu Nian nodded in understanding.

Although they were on Wang Duanran’s payroll, having fought side by side up to this point, there was a sense of camaraderie and understanding among them. Chen Guan’s “It’s up to you” wasn’t simply about overtaking Kuang Jinxin in progress but also about catching up in position, preferably landing on the same spot to directly knock Kuang Jinxin back.

Overtaking was one thing, but being overtaken was always a possibility. Only by completely knocking the opponent back to the starting point, denying them any chance of a comeback, could one truly claim victory—Gu Nian understood what Chen Guan meant. After all, Chen Guan was the most temperamental in the team, still burning from the frustration of their last encounter at the castle.

As they spoke, Gu Nian completed his move—15-21.

“Ding—”

[Cheat Sheet]: Grid 21 revealed, reward.

Ding—

[Cheat Sheet]: Congratulations to Gu Nian for receiving a cash reward of 20,000 yuan!

Qian Ai couldn’t believe it. “Damn, what kind of luck is this? Is he blessed by the God of Wealth—”

Grid 20 was already a reward space, and now Grid 21 is too. Is the board created by Gu Nian’s family?!

Gu Nian looked over with an apologetic sigh. “It’s out of my hands when I’m in the game.”

Qian Ai: “……”

Why couldn’t he be the one to suffer such “out of my hands” misfortune!

The dice returned to Gu Nian’s hand. He became serious and looked at Kuang Jinxin’s position, silently calculating the spaces.

While he did so, everyone else did too.

A roll of 9 would land him on Grid 30, where Kuang Jinxin currently was. That space had already been revealed by Kuang Jinxin as a reward. The rest was up to him to knock the opponent back.

Wang Duanran’s team quieted down, silently wishing their teammate luck, as if the air itself was filled with the number “9”.

Xu Wang’s team watched closely, genuinely hoping Gu Nian rolled a 1.

The dice was thrown, landing on the water nearby, creating a small splash.

Everyone held their breath for the result…

8.

Gu Nian looked around and gave his teammates an apologetic look.

Wang Duanran was optimistic. “We’re already a quarter ahead in progress. Just keep up the pace and rush to the finish!”

Gu Nian’s Launch Point A was a quarter circle behind Kuang Jinxin’s Launch Point B. Now that he was caught up next to Kuang Jinxin, in terms of overall progress, that was a quarter lead, right?

Xu Wang breathed a sigh of relief, not caring much about catching up as long as they weren’t in the same space. He didn’t wish for Xiao Kuang to play this vicious stationery PK game.

After moving, Gu Nian landed on Grid 29.

Behind him was Wang Duanran on Grid 28.

Ahead of him was Kuang Jinxin on Grid 30.

“Ding—”

[Cheat Sheet]: Grid 29 revealed, surprise.

The moment Wang Duanran saw the [Cheat Sheet], he immediately retreated all the way to the edge of Grid 28. Gu Nian, on the other hand, firmly moved forward, all the way to the line intersecting Grids 29 and 30.

This put nearly two meters of distance between Gu Nian and Wang Duanran, and even closer to Kuang Jinxin.

Kuang Jinxin was puzzled, while Wu Sheng immediately reacted. “Xiao Kuang, be careful not to get caught in the surprise!”

One must not overstep, but surprises know no bounds. Being so close, it felt unsafe, no matter how one thought about it.

As soon as the words were spoken, a gray shadow burst out from the ground at high speed, fiercely pouncing towards Gu Nian!

Gu Nian’s body suddenly soared more than two meters high. The gray shadow missed and plunged into the water, creating a layer of gray as if it had landed on the water’s surface.

Kuang Jinxin stared blankly at the gray shadow, which gradually revealed arms, legs… In the rippling water, he suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

Just as he was wondering, a prompt suddenly came to his ears—

[Owl: Someone is within three grids. [Pond Fish Rule] activated. Darlings around, share the surprise~~ You cannot attack opponents, but accidental harm doesn’t count~~]

Kuang Jinxin was stunned. The previously incomprehensible [Pond Fish Rule] appeared!

A disaster for the gate causes trouble for the fish in the pond, so does this mean, as their advisor deduced, that being nearby would get one involved in the surprise?

“Xiao Kuang—”

An urgent call came from the distance.

Kuang Jinxin snapped back to reality, only to find the gray shadow charging at him, already face to face.

At that moment, Kuang Jinxin remembered where he had seen this gray figure before—it was the [(Offense) Returning Home] used by the Camouflage Team in the 4/23 Moonlight Maze!

The shadow was so fast that there was no time to dodge, and Kuang Jinxin was struck squarely.

Xu Wang, Qian Ai, and Wu Sheng all tensed up, while Chi Yingxue threw a stationery. After all, it was only said that you can’t attack opponents, but didn’t say you can’t attack surprises.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the stationery came out, it fell into the water, not even flying a meter.

Chi Yingxue narrowed his eyes, probably understanding that outside the [Pond Fish Rule], or rather, those not within the nearby three grids, could only watch, unaffected and without the right to intervene.

At this moment, a faint golden light suddenly appeared around Kuang Jinxin.

The next second, the gray ghost shadow bounced back to the water surface!

“Ding—”

[Cheat Sheet]: [Bystander’s Amulet of Protection] activated.

Kuang Jinxin had almost forgotten about the Happy Wheel incident; so, being a bystander means not being affected! Does “three rounds” mean he can dodge three times, or is it effective for three rounds?

While Kuang Jinxin pondered one question after another, Wu Sheng was closely watching the shadow, realizing his earlier judgment was wrong. Wang Duanran’s avoidance wasn’t out of “fear” of being affected, but because he knew the [Pond Fish Rule] would be triggered, and under this rule, surprises would actively attack those within the nearby three grids!

The shadow then turned towards Wang Duanran, who used a defense stationery, managing to hold off for a moment.

“Fwish—”

Gu Nian had used some stationery, causing flames to ignite above his head and on both shoulders, shining with a blue light like a gas stove.

The next moment, the blue flames flew towards the shadow.

Just as the shadow turned, preparing to attack Gu Nian again, shadow and flames collided squarely.

The blue flames blazed intensely, like three blooming lotuses, and the ghost shadow twisted and deformed in the fiery light, eventually vanishing.

Wang Duanran removed his defense stationery and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Glancing up by chance, he met Kuang Jinxin’s gaze and said unpleasantly, “What are you looking at? You’re just lucky, or you would have died a hundred times over.”

Kuang Jinxin, who was just quietly minding his business, was now the target of anger, no longer followed the path of love and peace, and calmly declared, “Qian Ge said, luck is the greatest strength.”

Wang Duanran: “……”

Kong Lizhe and Jiang Dachuan looked at Qian Ai, then understood.

Qian Ai frowned, feeling the gazes on him were full of sympathy.

The dice came into Kong Lize’s hands.

He threw it, a 5.

He moved from 2 to 7, but Grid 7 had already been revealed—a surprise.

Surprises are definitely the most tormenting little devils.

Kong Lize focused intently, daring not to be careless for even a second, and finally landed on Grid 7 after a slow descent.

[Owl: Quick Happy Answer! What is the contact number on the small advertisement posted on the flat map board at the entrance of the Central Hospital in 3/23? A.2586XXXX B.2568XXXX C.2877XXXX D.2657XXXX. Countdown begins! 10! 9! 8! 7……]

This prompt sounded in everyone’s ears.

Although Kong Lize was the one answering, Xu Wang and the others were inexplicably nervous, and… Why is there even a quiz?! And such a crazy question at that?! Who would notice a small ad while running through levels!

“B… B! I choose B!” Kong Lize, although prepared, still felt his heart pounding and almost couldn’t speak clearly.

[Owl: Correct answer. Congratulations!]

Grid 7 was securely passed.

Kong Lize felt a huge relief. His forehead was covered in sweat as if he had returned to the scene of a college entrance exam—truly a true journey through hell.

“Xiao Kong,” Qian Ai called affectionately, unashamed to ask. “Did you really remember, or was it a guess?”

“If you’ve been tricked before, you’d start to observe life in a twisted way during the challenges. But that’s a story for another time.” Kong Lize wiped his sweat and smiled. “You all just pray you don’t encounter such surprises, or you’ll be sent back to the starting point one after another.”

Qian Ai: “Xiao Kong…”

Kong Lize: “I’ve tolerated you for a long time. Don’t simplify people’s names at will!”

Qian Ai wanted to continue the conversation, but the dice had already flown to his own hands.

Well, squatting at the launch point for so long, he almost forgot he had the right to roll the dice.

“Clack.”

The dice landed and hit Jiang Dachuan’s foot, who was also at the starting point, and almost didn’t roll before stopping.

6.

Finally, he, could, fly!

“Da Jiang!” Qian Ai wanted to embrace this lucky star!

Jiang Dachuan: “……”

Even if one really wanted to get closer, normal people should call him Da Chuan, right?!

Qian Ai’s heart had already flown to the moon, now seeing everyone as little angels.

1-2.

One small step on the game board, one giant leap for Qian Ai.

Next was—

Kuang Jinxin, 3, 30-33, blank.

Xu Wang, 10, taking off again.

Chi Yingxue, 5, 36-41, landing on the same blank square as Wu Sheng.

“You’re quite fast without making a sound.” Wu Sheng had only moved one square from the starting point, while Xiao Xue had rushed over from the previous launch point.

Chi Yingxue looked back at the path he had taken, sighing softly. “I’ve only encountered blank squares.”

His words were filled with regret.

Wu Sheng smiled. “At least there was a snake.”

“The combat power is too weak.” Chi Yingxue shook his head, his gaze wandering into the distance, full of longing. “If only it were a snake spirit.”

Wu Sheng: “……”

Wang Duanran’s dice landed, freeing Wu Sheng from the “conversation dilemma”.

9.

28-37, blank.

Chen Guan, 3, 45–48, was rewarded with [(Defense) Immunity to All Poisons]!

Wu Sheng, 4, 41–45, was rewarded with 3,000 yuan.

The fifth round ended, and the lead in progress changed—Gu Nian advanced 29 squares, Kuang Jinxin 20 squares—the former overtaking by 9 squares!

Wang Duanran’s team’s morale surged once again.

Jiang Dachuan, who had been sent back to the starting point by Xu Wang in the previous round, rolled the dice again with full force!

10!

Jiang Dachuan was overjoyed. “Taking off!”

“Hey, I’m standing here.” Qian Ai, who had just taken off last round and was exactly on Grid 2, felt as if Jiang Dachuan didn’t see him at all and immediately gave him a friendly reminder.

Jiang Dachuan, already in mid-air, spread his hands. “Sorry, for making you return as soon as you took off.”

Qian Ai widened his eyes. “Who gave you such audacity? Xiao Wang?”

Jiang Da Chuan: “……”

Kong Li Ze: “……”

Chen Guan: “……”

Wang Duanran: “I’m so damn far away from you. Can you not drag me into this!”

[Owl: Please choose the stationery you want to use within ten seconds.]

As Qian Ai and Jiang Dachuan stood back-to-back, the countdown began.

Qian Ai stared at his [Stationery Box] with a serious expression and deep gaze. His stationery included items like [Swish Swish Hidden Blade], [Money Darts], and [Invincible Hot Wheels], which required his own effort and weren’t powerful enough on their own. The rest were either odd or of uncertain effectiveness. If the opponent used a decapitation move, he couldn’t counter with dust and ashes…

[4, 3, 2…]

The countdown was about to end, and Qian Ai was ready to take a gamble!

“Ding—”

[Cheat Sheet]: Qian Ai uses [(Defense) Iron Shirt], Jiang Dachuan is safe; Jiang Dachuan uses [(Offense) Shattered to Pieces], Qian Ai stood unmovable, defense successful, safe. This round of PK ends in a draw.

The scene was silent.

Because Wang Duanran’s team had never encountered such an event. In a stationery PK, starting with lethal weapons and brutal fantasy items, who the hell uses defensive items!

How do we count this draw?

[Owl: Please choose the stationery you want to use within ten seconds.]

“Again?” Jiang Dachuan exclaimed out of shock.

Qian Ai let out a big sigh of relief, as if he had narrowly escaped a calamity.

With the prompt sound, they had to stand back-to-back again.

The ten-second countdown ended.

“Ding—”

[Cheat Sheet]: Qian Ai used [(Defense) Impenetrable Golden Armor], Jiang Dachuan is safe; Jiang Dachuan uses [(Offense) Cutting Iron Like Mud], Qian Ai’s golden armor remained intact, defense successful, safe. This round of PK ends in a draw.

Xu Wang’s team: “……”

Wang Duanran’s team: “……”

Jiang Dachuan: “……Damn!”

[Owl: Please choose the stationery you want to use within ten seconds.]

Jiang Dachuan, having been blocked by the iron shirt, switched to cutting iron like mud. He had withstood it with his golden armor. What would Jiang Dachuan change to next… Qian Ai’s brain was spinning fast. He had never worked this hard even for college exams.

“Ding—”

[Cheat Sheet]: Qian Ai uses [(Defense) Righteous Aura], Jiang Dachuan is safe; Jiang Dachuan uses [(Offense) Ghostly Reaping], Qian Ai was unaffected by evil, safe. This round of PK ends in a draw.

In a flash, three rounds had passed, all ending in draws.

Jiang Dachuan was going insane.

Although it was a text-based battle, the stationery used was real and consumed, just like in an actual fight! In these three rounds, he had used stationeries that could stand on their own, and what about the opponent? Just three defense stationeries!

In a moment, Jiang Dachuan realized. “You’re tricking me into wasting my stationeries!”

Lao Qian felt wronged. “Your stationery is stationery, but mine isn’t? If I had something like crushing bones to dust, I would have used it on you already, but I don’t have it!”

Jiang Dachuan: “Then what do you have! All defense? When it was time for rewards, were you the only one with a three-piece set of defensive items?!”

“I also have offense and illusory!” A man of honor cannot be humiliated. “If I really use them, don’t regret it!”

Jiang Dachuan: “I’m afraid you’re not using them harshly enough!”

[Owl: Please choose the stationery you want to use within ten seconds.]

Jiang Dachuan turned around, trying to calm himself down. Talking tough is easy, but if you believe the tough talk, that’s foolish. Qian Ai had tasted the sweetness of defense, so logically, he wouldn’t easily give it up. Moreover, if he really had lethal stationery, he would have used it already… Wait. Jiang Dachuan furrowed his brow. What if Qian Ai was waiting for this moment, waiting for him to be reluctant to use good stationery against his broken defense stationery, waiting for him to waver, and then strike a fatal blow?

Should he continue with a defensive strategy to wear down his opponent or unexpectedly throw in an offense to exploit a gap? Jiang Dachuan was torn between the two theories, finding it hard to make a decision.

If it was the former, he would also throw in a defense stationery, continuing the stalemate without risking his weapons; if it was the latter, he could throw in an offense stationery to see who was more ruthless, but the outcome was uncertain. He could also throw in a defense stationery to ensure a tie.

Throwing a defense stationery—this was the best solution for this round!

When Jiang Dachuan made his decision, Qian Ai was frantically browsing through his [Stationery Box]. His brain was on the verge of exploding. However, this round he was definitely going to use an offense or illusory stationery. A man’s promise is his bond, and once said, it cannot be taken back!

“Ding—”

[Cheat Sheet]: Qian Ai uses [(Illusory) Ah, Fortune Has Fallen], Jiang Dachuan is forever doomed; Jiang Dachuan uses [(Defense) Impenetrable as Fortified Metal], Qian Ai is safe. Jiang Dachuan’s mentality collapses. Qian Ai wins.

The whole audience: “……”

Qian Ai looked at Jiang Dachuan with a baffled face. He had already said he didn’t have the kind of offense stationery that could crush bones into dust, so why did the other party still use such a defense stationery?

Jiang Dachuan didn’t look at him.

The man who was sent back to the launch point for the second time quietly squatted down in Grid 1. His state of mind was just like the result of the stationery PK battle—completely shattered.


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Xiao Wang, Xiao Kong, Da Jiang. From the nicknames, it’s clear that Qian Ai’s feelings towards Jiang Dachuan are different from others—after all, this man has illuminated his path from Africa to EU*.

*Gaming slang referring to luck, as EU = white = lucky while Africa = black = unlucky.


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Full Server First Kill Ch149

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 149: Star Stealer Sol

Nol pressed hard on his temples, trying to sort out the current situation.

First, Tahe is fully controlled by that victorious False God. It has obtained partial authority of the system… Well, no, it has eroded a part of the world’s power.

Second, this obviously ill-intentioned guy is looking everywhere for him, striving to kill him as soon as possible.

Wow, really great. A god who has manipulated the world for at least two hundred years is hunting him.

“Why hasn’t it found me yet?”

It’s been months, and the noise they’ve made along the way isn’t small. Not to mention anything else, the generals of the mortal world, the Temple, and the Church, have all noticed the existence of Paradise. For an ancient False God high above, this efficiency was a bit pitiful.

“The stealth power of your Lost Tower comes from the system. It’s absolutely safe. Teest is also absolutely safe by your side. It can’t see you.” Kando whispered, “In theory, you could hide in the Tower for a lifetime…”

“……”

Nol was silent for two seconds, pinching off the candle from the staff.

So that’s it. The three fallen old worlds became the Demon King’s compatriots, and the four moons watched them intently. He was cursed at first and was trying his best to just survive…

“Do you think the weak me, knowing this in advance, would hide in the Lost Tower for a lifetime?” he said.

“Yes, I admit. Besides, ‘wanting to survive’ is not something to be ashamed of.” Kando didn’t struggle, gently scraping Nol’s hand with two candle tears. “I know you have a mortal’s heart, and I don’t understand your character. I needed time… After all, you have the Lost Tower—enough for your compatriots to live well. Continuing to be managed by that victor, the world will not end…”

Nol understood.

He could simply give up going home and live with his neighbors in the Lost Tower, happily and peacefully until old age, indifferent to the possible storms and bloodshed outside—Tahe was a real world now. Whether there were gods in the world or not, the world was never short of tragedies, right?

Of course, he could also, for the sake of going home and seeking revenge, actively start a divine war, pulling that powerful False God hidden in the dark off its throne.

Looking at it this way, “giving up” indeed seemed like a tempting option. But…

“You don’t need to explain,” Nol said. “Thank you.”

Kando’s single eye widened slightly.

“Hey, it actually considers you a coward. If it were me, I’d definitely take a layer off its wax,” Teest said curiously.

“It obviously wants to deal with that victorious False God. You know, it could have used more despicable means to achieve its goal—like deliberately fabricating facts, creating hatred, tempting us to fight against God.” 

“But it just stated the facts at the right moment, with solid evidence, letting me choose. Even if I immediately hide back in the Lost Tower, it can’t do anything.”

Nol put the candle back on the staff. The candle’s single eye still harbored unexpected emotions.

“I thought you would be angrier,” it said nervously. “So your choice is…?”

“I don’t like the victor’s ‘story’, and I want to send everyone home,” Nol said, turning to Teest.

For the Mad Monk, this level of “world truth” might already be enough. The path he was about to choose would be full of thorns. He didn’t want to “domesticate” his lover, nor did he want to issue a command as a master.

So, now was the moment for Teest to open that gift.

Nol held his breath.

Teest stood a step away from him, as they always maintained that one step—a careful step… the step for saying goodbye.

‘What a mess,’ Nol thought. He had imagined countless times, but when it came to speaking, immense unease and anxiety instantly tore him apart. Compared to that, a headless corpse seemed ordinary.

“Have you decided on your ending?” he asked with difficulty mouthing the words.

Those golden eyes looked at him for a while. But Teest didn’t respond directly.

“How disappointing.” He glanced at Kando. “It seems the so-called ‘False Gods’ are just a bunch of animals, full of thoughts about seeking food, getting stronger, seizing territories.”

“Being toyed with by such things, what’s there to talk about ‘domesticating’? Just thinking about it makes one unhappy.”

Saying that, Teest flicked the candle flame. “Does it have a name you can call it by? You should know, messenger of the ‘loser’.”

Nol wasn’t surprised.

The system couldn’t parse Kando’s race, which meant Kando had signed a contract with a strong being—that being was also determined to see the victor dead. Unless Tahe was hiding a thousand False Gods, not many would meet these criteria at the same time.

The candle’s flame instantly dimmed. Kando, for the first time, averted its gaze, muttering a bunch of strange words like “they figured it out themselves” and “this doesn’t count as me leaking secrets”.

After a long time, it finally answered in a huff. “I don’t know its real name, but Headless calls it ‘Star Stealer Sol’.”

“Alright, I remember now.”

Teest clapped his hands, his tone as light as if he was making a toast.

“Since Star Stealer Sol is already hunting ‘us‘, not counter-hunting would be impolite—right, honey?”

He intentionally emphasized the word “us”, but in the end, the Mad Monk didn’t answer the desired ending.

Similarly, Nol didn’t answer this question either.

After fighting for so long, Nol showed a relaxed smile for the first time. In the dim cave, he grabbed Teest’s blood-stained hand, imprinting a long kiss on the palm.

He tasted blood and warmth.

This time, Kando didn’t make any provocative remarks. It patiently waited for Nol to finish kissing and was just about to speak again—

“After visiting the Dragon’s Lair, you lead the way,” Nol said.

Kando: “Uh… You’re kind of scary sometimes, you know?”

“Being sent here by the loser specifically to say these things, the purpose can only be ‘cooperation’.” Nol fiercely wiped his face. “Rather than ‘us’ fighting alone, I’d also like to understand the situation more.”

“Alright, that makes sense,” Kando muttered. “You can call Headless, Per…”

“‘Loser’ is quite fitting. It can’t even keep its head. I’m not interested in its name. Let’s leave it at that.” Teest indifferently interrupted the candle.

Then he leaned close to Nol and made a 180 degree turn in his tone. “Honey, let’s deal with that old goat quickly, and find a place to rest as soon as possible.”

“Uh…” Just then, Golden Sword Billy let out a sound like he was coming to his senses.

He slowly rose from the ground, dizzyingly supporting his head. Golden Sword’s handsome features were smeared with sticky black blood, and his complexion was as pale as a dead man.

“I remember now.”

His eyes closed tightly, and he shivered as he spoke. “The Eternal Pope’s face. I remember that face… I have seen that face. I really have seen that face…”

……

Alternate space of [Mercy Countdown].

“Kid, calm down. If you kill me here, all of us will truly be doomed together.”

Painter decisively raised his hands—though he was lying on the ground, with Knight Eugene’s knee pressing against his chest and the knight’s longsword against his throat, making this action somewhat difficult.

“Call me by my name.” Eugene’s tone was ice-cold.

“Alright, Little Eugene.” Painter flashed his teeth. “Let me go, okay? You know very well—you’re no match for me, not to mention we still have Mr. Fischer Reginald.”

The dog-headed knight let out a “woof”.

“…And the good knight, Saint Bernard,” Painter quickly added.

After a long silence, Eugene lowered his sword. He looked unhappily at the nun uniform, his knee still pressing against Painter. “Blasphemous guy. You’re even crazier than before.”

“To collude with the ‘Eye of the Storm’, I—”

“You’re just looking for an excuse to vent.” Painter relaxed his body. “Look, High Priest Fischer helped us kill the old Pope, and that’s a great achievement.”

Eugene sneered. “The Eternal Pope ruled for hundreds of years. It’s normal for the High Priests to be dissatisfied. In my view, you just want to support a new Pope with whom you have good relations. Godfrey Painter, you’ve fallen so low.”

“And yet you’re waiting for me to return. If you had completely lost faith in me, you wouldn’t talk so much nonsense.” Painter patted the knee pressing on his chest.

“Now you’re wondering, could all this be Painter’s plan? Pretending to defect, to be abandoned by everyone, as a disguise for undercover activities, ultimately to kill the Eternal Pope… That would be worthy of the name ‘Ladder of God’.”

Eugene fell silent, narrowing his eyes at Painter. He didn’t speak, but his face clearly read, “Is it really like that?”

“Zealots are so amusing.” Painter laughed. “Of course not! I’m not a masochist. Seriously, move your knee. I’m suffocating.”

Eugene’s breathing became rapid, anger faintly visible on his face. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then stood up. “So, do you have any excuses?”

Painter stood up and adjusted his ill-fitting nun uniform without any discomfort.

“None.” His tone was unexpectedly calm. “Regarding matters of God, no matter what I say, you won’t believe me—I’m not arrogant enough to think that a few words could destroy more than twenty years of teachings from the Malloy family.”

Eugene stared at him.

“Oh, right. Don’t think about killing Fischer. I’ve already protected him.” Painter waved his hand casually. “After leaving here, run as fast as you can. The dragons are on their way. Seeing that undead dragon, they’ll burn everything around them.”

Hearing this, Eugene was stunned.

Everything was so shocking that he momentarily forgot someone’s presence. Golden Sword Enbillick Alva was still outside! …As a merchant, Mr. Alva certainly didn’t lack the means to save his life. He would check on him later when leaving.

Besides this—

Eugene suddenly turned around. Magical chains shot out of his hands, wrapping around Painter’s neck. Painter was unfazed. He tugged at the dark red light chain around his neck, raising his eyebrows higher and higher. “Death Row Chains?”

[Death Row Chains], one of the advanced magics of the Investigation Knights, often used to bind extremely dangerous targets.

Its judgment was extremely strict. As long as the caster didn’t cancel the magic, once the chain between the two people was broken—no matter by what means—the target would immediately be cursed to death.

“You know this won’t work.” Painter chuckled. “You’re a smart kid. With such an oracle, you wouldn’t seek death for no reason. If I forcefully break free, you will definitely cancel the magic.”

“I know, so I changed the designated curse target.” Eugene said, “If you break the chains, I will die.”

Those dark green eyes stared at Painter unblinkingly, covered with a layer of mirth, like toxic mold.

“Mr. Painter, come on, prove your evil,” he said. “What are you hesitating for?”

Painter fell silent. He rubbed the light chain with a complicated expression, the dark red glow illuminating his skin.

He tacitly acknowledged its existence.

“…The Goddess’s judgment on you, was indeed, never wrong.” Eugene finally smiled again, gripping the end of the light chain tightly.

High Priest Fischer, loyal to Teest, was indifferent to the drama unfolding in front of him. He even looked as if he wanted to find some snacks to enjoy the show. The dog-headed knight tilted his head, unsure if this counted as an attack—the village chief had told them that such behavior was common in the human world.

After dealing with Painter, Eugene glanced at Fischer. Considering he couldn’t fight flexibly while dragging Painter, he ultimately gave up on killing the High Priest.

Then his gaze landed on Knight Saint Bernard.

“I will report the death of the Eternal Pope.” He suddenly said, “According to the traditions of the Temple of Life, facing such a matter, the Pope himself will verify my original memories with magic, eliminating all possibilities of falsehood.”

Knight Saint Bernard’s ears twitched, unsure of what the human knight was trying to say.

“That means, they will discover you, then uncover your origins. You’re not human. According to the Temple’s most common practice, you and your existence will be judged as supportive forces for the usurpation of the new Pope.” Eugene patiently explained.

Knight Saint Bernard froze, looking at Eugene in horror. This wasn’t good news. Their village was remote, and Shiva wouldn’t go out of its way to protect them. If-if the Temple’s humans came looking for trouble…

“So, go ask those two powerhouses for help.” Eugene didn’t specify his guess.

The warrior of the golden thread was the Mad Monk, and the other black nun… Eugene wasn’t sure, but that was almost certainly a powerhouse from Paradise. Drake, other masters, or the Master of Paradise himself?

None of that was important. What mattered was, the dog-headed beastmen were under the protection of Paradise.

“Interesting. Since they will check memories, aren’t you afraid they’ll see this part?” Fischer crossed his arms, leaning against the ruins within the alternate space.

Eugene: “I need you to attack me, to confuse these few minutes of memory with a memory confusion spell. It’s normal for me to be attacked while capturing Godfrey Painter.”

Fischer laughed. “Kid, do you not know the height of the sky? Do I look like a menu to you?”

Although he no longer followed the False God Anstis, his disdain for the Temple of Life hadn’t lessened by half.

“The two you are following specifically asked Painter to protect this knight. If you see them and their hometown in trouble and do nothing—” Eugene dragged out his words meaningfully.

Fischer immediately choked, clicking his tongue loudly. “You’re quite interesting too. The Temple rejects non-human races, yet here you are, cleaning up after them.”

“Human or non-human isn’t important. What’s important is Lady Tilia is kind-hearted. She wouldn’t want to see these innocent beings hurt.” Eugene immediately countered.

Painter looked from one to the other, eventually sighing helplessly. He took a few steps with the chain, petting the anxious-faced Knight Saint Bernard.

“If you believe in God too much, you will end up like that.” He made a funny face at Saint Bernard. “Don’t learn from them.”

Knight Saint Bernard: “……”

“But I have to admit, the kid is right. The Temple will definitely come looking for you guys. Get going after we leave here, and quickly find those two.”

Knight Saint Bernard drooped his ears, nodding vigorously. Then he suddenly thought of something. “Bu-but what if they don’t want to help? I followed them here by myself…”

“Don’t worry. Teesti might not care, but Noli will definitely help.” Painter smiled. “Trust me. You’ve done them a big favor.”

Then, he looked at Eugene and Fischer taunting each other. “I thought my oracle would end today—things are more interesting than I imagined. I get to live a few more days, which is great.”

“End?” Saint Bernard asked in confusion.

“Nothing.” Painter ignored the chain around his neck, stretching. “Ah, I’d rather die saving an innocent dog than for…”

He sarcastically curled the corners of his lip, swallowing the words he didn’t finish.

Soon, [Mercy Countdown] was nearing its end.

The moment they left the alternate space, Eugene dragged Painter towards Billy’s hiding place.

Fischer summoned a one-time spatial movement item previously obtained from the Church, grabbed the still-dazed Knight Saint Bernard, and activated it without hesitation.

However, just before the item was activated, a hand grabbed Saint Bernard’s fluffy tail. The magical flash disappeared, and there was one more person at the destination.

“Sorry about that.” Painter released Saint Bernard’s tail, apologizing repeatedly.

“Did you kill Eugene?” Fischer was somewhat surprised.

“Hehe.” Painter ruffled his slightly messy red hair. “If that kid wants to catch me, he’ll need to try harder for a few more years.”

Eugene ran to the original hiding spot. Billy was nowhere to be found—there were only countless gem shards on the ground. Fortunately, the short-distance teleportation circle prepared by Eugene was still there and hadn’t been activated.

He looked up at the hillside.

The undead dragon coiled up its body, lying quietly in the place of the original altar, its blue fire eyes dim, as if it had fallen into slumber. The Church’s altar was reduced to a fist-sized rubble, its original form no longer discernible.

The undead dragon showed no hostility towards them, and Billy’s presence was nowhere near.

“Let’s first…” Eugene tugged at the chain, turned his head, and froze for half a second.

His chain was tied around a mutilated cultist’s corpse. The corpse still had faint magical fluctuations; its disguise magic had only recently ended.

When did Painter make the switch?

Eugene had been watching his every move. As a mage, Painter couldn’t have hidden any small actions from him, a knight. Unless…

Unless the moment they entered the alternate space, that guy used a corpse to disguise as himself, hiding in the shadows.

Painter knew what he might do. That damn bastard had been prepared from the start!

Eugene gritted his teeth and canceled the spell, stepping forward decisively, disappearing into the teleportation circle alone.

Forget it. In any case, all truths would soon be revealed before the Goddess.

Carrying that oracle on his back, Eugene had a feeling they would meet again.

…Whether it was ‘Painter or those two peculiar individuals from Paradise.


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Actually, those who have read “Stray” can probably guess what race Loser is (lol)

Consider it a little Easter egg, but not having read it won’t affect your understanding XDDD


Kinky Thoughts:

Hm… I didn’t have the slightest clue, but reading the JJ comments, it seems other people have guessed [spoilers], which seems correct.

I don’t want to say it since it will spoil a large portion of Stray for those who haven’t read it (I suggest you do).

Just a note: For those reading along, Nol’s weapon is now a staff, not wand. Previously Nian Zhong used (魔杖), which is wand, but now has switched to (法杖), which is staff. Given the description, staff fits better than wand. It’s basically a cane-sized-looking stick.

I’ll go back and make the changes accordingly… but given there’s over 100 chapters+ of it being wand… there could be some that are overlooked. Just keep this in mind.


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Full Server First Kill Ch148

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 148: The Winner Takes All

“Ah—!!!”

The moment the illusion was dispelled, Billy let out a scream. He covered his eyes, and the sound of protective magic cracking could be heard from several parts of his body. Golden Sword reacted quickly, immediately dropping to the ground and tightly closing his eyes.

Mortals couldn’t gaze upon it.

This represented the power of a False God or greater.

The body stood quietly in the center of the cave, its chest still faintly rising and falling. Instead of flesh and blood, the severed neck revealed swirling, dull matter. It appeared dead gray-black, like worms swirling in rotten brain matter.

Numerous fine, strange limbs extended from the severed area, gently floating, with dim and bright white lights at their tips, as if searching for something.

To say this was the body of a headless giant… would be less accurate than saying it was a mass of unsettling flesh dressed in human skin, forcibly disguised as a humanoid form.

A monster.

Not belonging to Tahe. A complete and utter monster.

Perhaps it was because only the body remained, but when Nol looked directly at it, he didn’t feel the discomfort he did when gazing at the Demon King or the moon. On the night in the novice village, they could only see its rough outline through the mist.

Now, Nol saw clearly that what was on its body wasn’t a gauze skirt, but layers upon layers of black runes that writhed ceaselessly.

He attempted to decipher the runes, but as soon as his fingertips neared the body, countless blue-black sparks exploded. His probing was ruthlessly blocked.

Whether it was the rune seals or the bizarre “creature” in front of them, they had no hint of the system’s aura.

Nol’s heart sank.

Facing the ancient Demon King from the old world, he felt this same sense of powerlessness—a foe full of unknowns, far surpassing ordinary beings; a dangerous foreign object on the Tahe continent.

Aside from improvising, it was difficult to prepare any effective strategies.

How many were there now?

A Demon King from a destroyed world. The inexplicable four moons in the sky. The old Pope with near False God level power. The strange headless body in the oracle cave…

Aside from Teest and himself, he had directly encountered four “False God and above” beings. The Demon King had passed, the Pope was dead, and what Nol couldn’t comprehend were only the four moons and the headless body in front of him.

He hoped the Eternal Son and the Goddess of Life were among them. Otherwise, what kind of world were they really facing?

Golden Sword Billy moaned in pain. Teest, on the other hand, raised his head to look at the bizarre headless body.

“Old bag, what is this thing?” he asked the Pope bluntly.

The Pope’s cloudy eyes didn’t move. “The statue of my God; His divine form embracing the world.”

It seemed the old Pope wasn’t aware of the secrets of this room. Right, the room’s illusion was meant to deceive the Pope, and he might have other bindings.

Teest curled his lips downward, deciding to ask something more practical. “Then where does your power come from?”

“My God favored my talent and bestowed me with blessings,” the old Pope murmured. “My god… Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”

He suddenly let out an indescribable weird scream, as if someone was choking his throat, or like a mechanical error in the audio. The sound wasn’t human, nor was it something any animal could produce, making one’s scalp tingle.

Teest was startled, and Nol, sensing the abnormal fluctuation, immediately cast a memory erasure spell.

With Teest’s question erased from memory, the old Pope immediately calmed down. He stood stiffly in his original position, as if nothing had happened—provided one ignored the foul-smelling black blood flowing from his nose and mouth.

“This guy’s memory was booby-trapped.” Nol retracted his hand, sweating coldly.

The old Pope’s memory trap was like a suicide pill hidden in a molar. Asking sensitive questions would trigger self-destruction, possibly dragging them down with him.

Teest stared at the old Pope warily. “Does the Eternal Church have this trick up its sleeve? This is the first I’ve seen of it.”

The principle wasn’t hard to understand, Nol thought bitterly.

A specific character involved in a specific conversation triggered a bad end. This was a common occurrence in games. But to manipulate someone in the real world—especially a powerful individual like the old Pope—the caster must be very powerful.

The magic fluctuation was sinisterly identical, likely the same entity behind the statue’s illusion.

The fact that someone specifically hid the old Pope’s memories and knowledge about “God”… Could it be the Eternal Son, Anstis, Himself?

“Let him ask for the oracle.” Nol clenched his teeth.

“How about we prepare a bit more?” Teest looked at the old Pope with unusual distrust.

After a full-fledged battle, both he and Nol were somewhat weakened and could hardly withstand another False God attack.

“Just asking for the oracle should be fine.” Nol bit his lip. Since they were here, they might as well see the whole thing through.

The old Pope’s body staggered to the front of the headless body, knelt down, and began chanting obscure spells. Despite Nol’s Player’s proficiency in languages, he couldn’t understand what was being chanted. However, in the latter part of the prayer, the old Pope finally used ancient common tongue.

The essence of the prayer was simpler than Nol expected.

The old Pope only made one request: he asked Anstis the Eternal Son to grant a new oracle, to direct and replenish the strength of His faithful followers.

As soon as the old Pope finished speaking, the tendrils on the neck of the body froze in mid-air.

The slowly flowing black runes seemed awakened, pulling like puppet strings, causing the headless body to twitch as if being twisted in all directions by a brute force.

Numerous twisted golden characters flashed around the body, forming various strange patterns. Centered on the body, they danced wildly like a swarm of bees, spinning more and more frantically.

Finally, the golden lights gathered above the severed neck, forming a walnut-sized golden sphere.

Black runes moved along the skin of the body, surging crazily towards the sphere, wrapping it tightly. After a long half-minute wait, the runes slowly receded—the participating golden light sphere was forcibly split into two by the runes.

Most of it was wrapped by the runes, placed in front of the headless body’s neck and chest, with only a few strands of golden light visible through the cracks.

The remaining smaller part was lifted into the air and exploded above the headless body. Golden light flakes fell like snowflakes, disappearing into the dim air.

The dead old Pope smiled; his head buried even lower among the golden light flakes… It was unknown what the world looked like in his eyes at that moment.

“I have received the oracle. Would you like me to write down the content?” A few minutes later, the old Pope stood up.

“That’s it?” Teest’s voice was slightly higher, obviously disappointed by the truth.

The two gods didn’t appear. The entire process was like machinery in operation: posing a question, calculating the answer, providing a solution.

Beside him, Nol also frowned.

According to Painter’s statement, the Chosen Ones were originally masterless. The light orb was akin to an “oracle talent pool”, with the runes receiving instructions to manually split it, distributing it between two churches.

Mostly, the Chosen Ones were allocated to the Goddess of Life, with a smaller portion to the Eternal Son, somewhat like dividing a cake.

At face value, the simplest and most straightforward possibility—

The Goddess of Life and the Eternal Son jointly control this “headless False God”, using its power to obtain a list of Tahe’s strongest beings. Then, each god took a portion for their own church to collect.

That was, to suppress this barely alive, headless False God, they compromised with each other and jointly guarded the headless body?

No, something was wrong. It was too complicated; the relationships between these “gods” were too entangled. Nol’s magical power wasn’t depleted, but his mental energy was nearing its limit.

[Not long ago, there were two very strong beings fighting each other, and then one became weaker…]

[I haven’t seen them. They aren’t my compatriots. I don’t like them…]

The ancient Demon King’s words suddenly surfaced in his mind.

Right, that was it.

Nol grabbed Teest’s arm, his heart pounding, feeling a nauseating tightness in his chest.

[There was indeed a battle between the two gods.] Nol’s thoughts were somewhat sluggish.

[The old Demon King did say that. What about it?]

[If we go by the narratives in the sacred texts of both sides, in the battle of the two gods, the Goddess of Life gravely wounded the Eternal Son… They had no need to set aside their differences and collaborate to suppress this dying False God.]

[After all, this thing wasn’t even qualified to participate in the divine war, right?]

Teest turned his head sharply. True to his reputation as his Mad Monk, his reaction was as fast as ever.

[Assuming the ‘battle of the two gods really happened, and the Demon King didn’t participate’ as a premise.]

Nol let his thoughts flow, voicing his most instinctive speculation. [I guess, the parties in the battle of the two gods weren’t necessarily the Goddess of Life and the Eternal Son.]

[There were once two powerful gods in conflict. One gravely wounded the other. The victor dominated the loser, taking the loser’s powers for itself. What we see in front of us might just be that unlucky loser.] Teest’s smile faded. [I guess that’s what you’re implying.]

Nol hummed in agreement inwardly.

There could be many speculations, but compared to those complex, absurd tangles, he preferred the simplest assumption.

The inexplicable four moons in the sky was the victor.

The strange, headless body was the loser.

For some reason, the victor didn’t wish to personally eliminate the Demon King. Thus, it utilized the loser’s abilities to find the top talents from the land of Tahe. Then, to some extent, it controlled the system, making Players its agents.

This could explain everything most simply—Nol had always found it odd that there was no design related to oracles in his system. It turned out that this matter had nothing to do with the system from the beginning.

However, following this line of thought led to two startling conclusions, one good and one bad.

[The good news is that the victor isn’t confident in defeating the Demon King. It’s not that strong.]

Teest seemed to be reading his thoughts. [But it’s hard to use as a reference. After all, the old Demon King didn’t give his all when fighting us.]

He even sounded somewhat wronged when mentioning this.

[The bad news…] Nol took over the conversation.

[The Goddess of Life and the Eternal Son might very well be the same god.]

…That meant all of Tahe’s native powerhouses were under its command. The dirty and tiring tasks on the ground were either done by believers and Players or by the hapless headless loser in front of them.

They knew nothing about the god hidden behind the scenes—not its form and powers, not even its name.

The pitch-dark cave was eerily silent, except for Billy’s intermittent groans.

[…Well, that does explain why ‘the gods didn’t care about Eugene’s oracle being tampered with’. It’s just passing from one hand to the other.] Finally, Teest spoke up. [Let me think. It seems the evil powerhouses were sent to the Eternal, and the good ones to the Temple. The religious style also makes it easy to unify.]

[The reason for Painter’s situation… ‘Prophecy’ is not its own power. It can’t fully interpret it, right?]

The so-called “oracles” were merely “fate predictions” for others’ lives. The victor tossing them onto a red and black roulette was just a part of their fate.

…That made sense.

But if so, the references to “God” and “False God” in the prophecies…

“This world has not yet seen the birth of a true god.” A peculiar voice suddenly spoke up. “I presume you’re troubled by this.”

At some point, Kando, who had been sitting on the staff, opened its eyes. It looked at the tightly bound headless body with a particularly complex gaze—so complex that Nol couldn’t interpret it at first.

“There has not yet been the birth of a true god? What do you mean?” Teest raised his eyebrows, leaning in close to Kando, blocking its view.

Faced with the innocent looking “Teesti”, the candle’s gaze was purely disdainful.

“Didn’t I say it before? The system is absolute. The current ‘God’ has to bow before it… How could a true god be so useless!”

Kando muttered.

“From that guy who has been controlling Tahe all along, to you two useless ones, to the idiot without a head, and the dead goat brain… False Gods—all of them.”

“You’ve been hiding this from me all this time?” Nol gritted his teeth. “You think I’d be scared by this?”

Kando looked at Nol, its disdain gradually fading, replaced again by that complex emotion.

“Not just that. It has known about your existence all along. Every second you’ve stepped on this land, it has been looking for you.”

It sighed. “That guy might use the goat brain and the headless one, might domesticate your cunning knight… but it will absolutely, absolutely not let you go, Nol.”

Teest and Nol were both stunned.

Hearing the word “domesticate”, Teest’s face tensed for a moment. Nol stared dead straight at the candle’s single eye, waiting for its next words.

“Nol, you’ve always forgotten to ask me a very important question. You’re always curious about the gods, but never about the mystery right in front of you—what exactly is the ‘system’.”

“Now I can tell you.”

What is the system?

At moments, Nol indeed had doubts. But this world was so mysterious, so he followed the truth of the world, focusing his investigation on “gods” and the Demon King that “shouldn’t exist”.

To him, the system was too familiar.

The system had always existed—the system was supposed to exist. It became like a drop of dew sliding off a lotus leaf, a minor link to other questions.

“I can control the system to some extent, and the so-called ‘God’ seems to be able to do so as well,” Nol said softly. “Is it because of this that it won’t let me go?”

“Haha!” Kando chuckled dryly. “What do you think they are fighting for in the battle between the two gods and the Demon King’s subjugation?”

“In ‘God’ terms, the ‘system’ you speak of is the supreme authority of this world.”


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There are still many mysteries, gradually wrapping up. Fighting monsters all along the way—


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Midnight Owl Ch149

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 149: Continuing to Fly

In the third round, flights finally began to take off in succession—Jiang Dachuan, Xu Wang, Chi Yingxue, and Chen Guan—all rolled either a 6 or a 10.

Kong Lize, Qian Ai, Wang Duanran, and Wu Sheng remained in place, waiting.

Gu Nian rolled a 2, moving from 11 to 13, but nothing happened; it was another blank grid.

Kuang Jinxin rolled a 5, moving from 20 to 25…

“Ding—”

[Cheat Sheet]: Grid 25 revealed, surprise.

The atmosphere instantly tensed up, as this was the first surprise grid since the game began, especially for Xu Wang’s team, who were eager to see what surprise the Owl had in store.

Before the prompt faded, a large wheel with wings suddenly materialized on Grid 23 where Kuang Jinxin stood. If not for the pointer in the middle of the wheel, it looked almost like a sentient electric fan.

As the wheel stabilized on the grid, the wings vanished.

Xu strongly suspected that this spinning wheel was stolen from a mall where a lottery event was being held, as it was exceptionally colorful and festive.

[Owl: Happy Roulette! You have thirty seconds to try your luck~~ If you don’t spin it in time, move back five spaces. Countdown begins.]

Xu Wang, being far away, couldn’t clearly see the different sections on the spinning wheel or what rewards they offered. Turning around, he looked at Gu Nian, who was just two spaces behind him, and waved with a friendly smile. “Hi.”

Gu Nian nodded gently and said in a calm and polite tone, “There will be a projection soon.”

Xu Wang: “I didn’t even ask yet…”

Gu Nian smiled. “Given the timing, it must be related to the Happy Roulette. Considering your first visit here, the information you’re looking for becomes clear.”

“……” Gu Nian’s thoughts were clear, but Xu Wang’s were currently quite blurry! He already had an advisor and a prospective boyfriend; he didn’t need another detective-genre opponent!

“Swish—”

The roulette, under the force exerted by Kuang Jinxin, started spinning with inertia, and at the same time, a clear projection appeared above the roulette.

The roulette was divided into five sections, each containing:

Move forward 1–10 random spaces.

Move backward 1–10 random spaces.

Bystander* Amulet of Protection (three rounds).

*Watch a fire from the other side of the river (隔岸观火) Idiom referring to taking an attitude of not helping others in emergencies and instead watching the excitement.

Good Neighbor* Responsibility Amulet (three rounds).

*(邻友好) Idiom referring to living in harmony and friendly interaction with neighboring countries or neighbors.

Tornado.

The pointer inside the roulette, fixed vertically upwards, pointed towards the 12 o’clock direction, just waiting for the roulette to stop to see which section it would land on.

Out of the five fates, besides moving forward and backward, the rest of the three sections left Xu Wang’s team in confusion.

The roulette gradually slowed down, as if it would stop at any moment.

Kuang Jinxin stared intently at the pointer. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t nervous.

Finally, the roulette wheel came to a complete stop—Bystander’s Amulet of Protection!

The next moment, the roulette grew wings and flew away, disappearing into the dome. Just as it vanished, a pale golden light shone down from the glass dome, illuminating Kuang Jinxin!

Seconds later, the light vanished, and Kuang Jinxin looked at his body in a daze, not feeling any change.

Wang Duanran’s team obviously knew what this was. From their slightly furrowed brows, Xu Wang judged that this must be something good.

The Owl didn’t give them time to think and immediately reminded the next person to roll the dice.

Thus, the third round ended quickly, and the fourth round began.

In Grid 1, Qian Ai and Kong Lizhe’s initially high spirits were completely extinguished by the flight delay. They crouched despondently in the square, quietly watching Jiang Dachuan, who had already moved to the next square, roll the dice, their posture uniform, their hearts unmoved.

Jiang Dachuan rolled a 5, landing on 2-7.

“Ding—”

[Cheat Sheet]: Grid 7 revealed, surprise.

Qian Ai slightly lifted his head, waiting for the Happy Roulette to fly back, but instead of the roulette, there was the sound of… a wolf’s howl.

“Owooooo—”

This howl jolted Qian Ai to full alertness, and even more shockingly, a winged wolf really flew in from the sky!

It was one and a half meters long, with its gray-black fur shimmering with a dim light. Its eyes were like green stones and its teeth were like sharp knives—a true image of a ferocious wolf!

But… it had a pair of tiny, snow-white wings.

This was undoubtedly the most maliciously cute thing Qian Ai had ever seen!

Like the Happy Roulette, the wolf had a clear target, heading straight for Jiang Dachuan on Grid 7!

Jiang Dachuan reacted quickly, dodging at the last moment. The wolf brushed past him, plunging into the water, but almost instantly, it rose from the water and attacked Jiang Dachuan again!

Jiang Dachuan stood still this time.

At this moment, Qian Ai finally understood the trap in the rules—falling into the water or leaving the square was against the rules, meaning Jiang Dachuan had to stand in the square and take down the wolf, ensuring he wasn’t pushed out of the square! But the wolf could move freely over the water!

While he was lost in thought, the wolf had already pounced in front of Jiang Dachuan.

Suddenly, his eyes darkened, and the water beside him surged into a high wave. The wave turned into a giant hand, slapping the wolf into the depths of the water, never to be seen again.

Qian Ai, looking at the Owl emblem faintly glowing on Jiang Dachuan’s arm, instantly understood—he had used stationery.

“Ding—”

It was Gu Nian’s arm that sounded the alert.

[Cheat Sheet]: Please roll.

Qian Ai watched as the dice flew into Gu Nian’s hand, then looked back at Jiang Dachuan. “Is it over just like that?”

The latter was only seven spaces ahead, still within shouting distance.

Jiang Dachuan frowned. “What’s wrong? Not satisfied with the show?” The surprise of a wolf appearing was already annoying, and this question added to his irritation. “You should worry about how you’re going to take off instead.”

Qian Ai was exasperated. “No, I’m just making small talk. Can we not get aggressive…”

He felt like he was being stabbed in the chest.

Meanwhile, Gu Nian had already started rolling the dice.

Jiang Dachuan ignored him, focusing entirely on his teammate.

So the surprise grid is indeed a mix of surprises and shocks; it can be the Happy Roulette or the legend of the evil wolf… As Qian Ai pondered, Gu Nian’s roll was already decided.

2.

He moved forward two spaces, 13-15.

But Xu Wang was on Grid 15.

Watching Gu Nian move through the air towards him, Xu Wang felt conflicted—his Launch Point was Grid 14, and he had just taken off in the last round, only to be caught up by someone from the previous take-off point.

If he remembered correctly, the rules stated that when different teams enter the same grid, they must compete using their stationery, with the losing side returning to their Launch Point.

It wouldn’t be a big loss for him to go back since he just took off, but if he could make Gu Nian, who had already moved a quarter of the way around, go back, that would be even better.

Thinking this, Xu Wang quickly started sorting through his stationery in his mind, looking for the most effective tactic.

Gu Nian arrived in front of Xu Wang and gently landed.

One grid, two people, face to face.

Gu Nian still had that calm demeanor, even raising his arm elegantly and composedly.

Knowing he was less experienced than his opponent, Xu Wang felt uncontrollably nervous, but he didn’t show it and imitated Gu Nian, gracefully raising his arm and opening his [Stationery Box].

[Owl: Stationery PK battle begins. Please stand back to back.]

Back to back?

Xu Wang was startled. What kind of new battle stance was this?

But Gu Nian had already turned around.

Xu Wang quickly did the same. He couldn’t show any weakness at this moment.

[Owl: Please choose the stationery you want to use within ten seconds.]

Xu Wang frowned deeply.

Choosing a stationery wasn’t the issue, but what next? How was this fight going to happen? Stationery needs to be controlled, and with their backs turned, they couldn’t see anything. Who would know where to aim!

With no time to think, Xu Wang made a snap decision, choosing [(Illusory) Never Want to Grow Up].

If he guessed right, this stationery could turn the opponent into a child or even a toddler with diminished intelligence and physical strength, rendering any stationery they use ineffective!

“Ding—”

[Cheat Sheet]: Xu Wang uses [(Illusory) Never Want to Grow Up]. Gu Nian regresses to childhood, losing combat ability. Gu Nian uses [(Illusory) Eighteen Levels of Hell*]. Xu Wang enters the Eighteen Levels of Hell, suffering extreme pain, leading to a mental breakdown. Gu Nian wins.

*In Chinese hell, there’s eighteen levels, which vary depending on narration but are used to punish sinners.

Xu Wang: “……”

Wu Sheng, Kuang Jinxin, Qian Ai, Chi Yingxue: “……”

It’s a fucking text-based PK?!

Without his consent, Captain Xu was sent back to his Launch Point.

Gu Nian stood firm on Grid 15, casting an apologetic glance at him.

Xu Wang asked, “Can I protest?”

Gu Nian replied, “I don’t think that mechanism exists.”

Xu Wang then asked, “Can I curse, then?”

Gu Nian responded, “You can, but try not to be too offensive.”

Xu Wang: “……”

Grinding his teeth, Xu Wang couldn’t think of anything to strike back at his opponent; the asymmetry of information was too much of a disadvantage. In the end, he could only look up at Wu Sheng across from him—I’ve been bullied!

Wu Sheng sighed quietly and nodded subtly—I saw.

Xu Wang glared with furrowed brows—Avenge me!

Wu Sheng pondered for a moment, then decided to be honest—I’m half a circle away from him.

Xu Wang shook his head—It’s okay. He should reach you by the time you take off.

“……” Advisor Wu didn’t know how to respond to such a complicated statement.

“Hey.” Chen Guan, who had just taken off and was now in the neighboring grid, frowned. “If you two have something to say, just say it openly. No need for all these secretive glances!”

Before their captain could speak, Qian Ai, squatting on Grid 1, couldn’t help but interject, “They’re flirting. What’s it to you!”

Chen Guan was stunned, stammering, “Fl-flirting? What are you talking about?”

Qian Ai stood up, feeling the fire of battle reigniting within him. “Flirting! Mwah, mwah, mwah! Get it?”

“……” Chen Guan became petrified.

Gu Nian, Jiang Dachuan, and Kong Lizhe were stunned.

Wang Duanran’s eyes widened, his mouth half-open. A few seconds later, he suddenly slapped his head, causing his curly hair to shake, exuding an air of sudden enlightenment. “Right. Why do I have to find friends outside the Owl, constantly lying and coaxing? I can just sort it out in the Owl! Fall in love, go through challenges, and get married…”

“Wang! Boss Wang. Wake up.” Kong Lizhe, in a panic, directly called his employer by his title. “There are only men in the Owl—brothers, brothers!”

Wang Duanran shrugged indifferently. “I’m very open-minded.”

Kong Lizhe, Jiang Dachuan, Gu Nian, Chen Guan: “……”

We’re not!

“Lizhe, just roll the dice.” Chen Guan, while rubbing his temples, urged his teammate, not wanting to say another word to his delusional, lovelorn boss.

Kong Lizhe, feeling exhausted, took a deep breath and casually threw the dice—10.

He took off!

Moving lightly to Grid 2, Kong Lizhe looked back at Qian Ai with a clear and refreshed spirit, thinking that even if there were another male boss’s wife, he could handle it!

Qian Ai gripped the dice tightly and threw it with all his might!

9.

…Goodbye.

As Qian Ai crouched back down on this side, Kuang Jinxin, Xu Wang, Chi Yingxue, Wang Duanran, Chen Guan, and Wu Sheng each took their turns to roll the dice.

In the end, Kuang Jinxin moved from 25 to 30 and received another stationary reward [(Illusory) Counterintelligence*]; Xu Wang was still at his original Launch Point; Chi Yingxue went from 28 to 36—a surprise grid gave him a poisonous snake which he threw into the water without using any stationery; Wang Duanran successfully took off, moving from 27 to 28; Chen Guan moved from 41 to 45, earning a cash reward of 5,000 yuan; Wu Sheng took off, moving from 40 to 41.

*(间计) This is derived from the Thirty-Six Stratagems, referring to seeing through the other side’s conspiracy and cleverly using it to attack them.

Thus, the fourth round ended with Kuang Jinxin leading, having covered 17 out of 52 spaces in the circle, followed closely by Gu Nian with 15 spaces, and Chi Yingxue coming from behind with 10 spaces. The rest were still in single digits.

Of course, there were players like Qian Ai and Xu Wang who hadn’t had the chance to take off or had taken off only to be knocked back.

The fifth round began.

Jiang Dachuan rolled a 7, moving from 7 to 14.

On Grid 14, stood Captain Xu—that was his Launch Point.

The Launch Point also applied the “collision PK rule”.

But this time, Captain Xu was happy, opening his arms to welcome him. “My door is always open, waiting for you with open arms.”

Jiang Dachuan despaired. “Of course, you’re open. If the PK fails, you stay put, and my quarter-circle journey is wasted…”

Xu Wang looked at him with innocent eyes. “I don’t want this either. I would like to leave the door open for you, but it’s your Gu Nian who sent me back here.”

“Da Chuan, why are you arguing with him?” Kong Lizhe, who had just taken off, was in a great mood and spoke lightly, as if he was on cloud nine. “Just PK him directly. They are first-timers in this level. Are you afraid of newbies?”

Hearing this, Jiang Dachuan also felt the same way, and his confidence in facing Xu Wang increased.

Xu Wang gave him a host-like smile, then turned around proficiently even before the prompt.

Jiang Dachuan also turned his back as soon as he landed on the grid.

[Owl: Please choose the stationery you want to use within ten seconds.]

Xu Wang tried to calm himself, flipping through his stationeries while thinking about what the opponent might use.

Judging from his teammate’s comment that boosted his confidence, Jiang Dachuan seemed like a straightforward boy. Such people usually throw straight punches and are more likely to use weapons because they are less prone to errors, and he would definitely choose a weapon with lethal power. Xu Wang knew he couldn’t defend against it, not knowing the attributes of the weapon nor being able to counter it precisely. The only thing he could do was fight fire with fire…

“Ding—”

The crisp sound of the alert made the whole place rustle.

There was no projection for stationery PK, so every participant was anxious, looking down at their arms as soon as the alert sounded.

Xu Wang and Jiang Dachuan did the same.

[Cheat Sheet]: Xu Wang uses [(Offense) Crushing Bones and Scattering Ashes], Jiang Dachuan dies; Jiang Dachuan uses [(Offense) Beheading], Xu Wang dies; Jiang Dachuan dissipates with the wind, Xu Wang remains intact. Xu Wang wins.

“……” The whole place fell silent.

Never underestimate a captain’s will for revenge.


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Midnight Owl Ch148

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 148: Taking Off

The final lottery results were as follows:

Launch Point A (Grid 1) — Qian Ai, Jiang Dachuan, Gu Nian, Kong Lizhe

Launch Point B (Grid 14) — Xu Wang, Kuang Jinxin

Launch Point C (Grid 27) — Chi Yingxue, Wang Duanran

Launch Point D (Grid 40) — Wu Sheng, Chen Guan

[Owl: Please arrive at the launch points within five minutes. Otherwise, it will be considered a failure to submit your papers~~]

Almost without giving everyone time to think, the prompt tone sounded again immediately.

The two teams were thus herded, like ducks, onto a perch, through the door, and into the “chessboard”.

The chessboard was drawn on the light gray stone floor, making the entire ground a large chessboard. It is comprised of 52 squares forming a large circle, with each square numbered. The four Launch Points A, B, C, D (Grids 1, 14, 27, 40) were precisely located on the chessboard’s cardinal directions.

Within a minute, all ten partners were in their places.

Launch Point B, Grid 14.

Captain Xu looked seriously at Kuang Jinxin. “The game of Aeroplane Chess really tests the luck of rolling dice. Do you understand what I mean?”

Kuang Jinxin nodded solemnly. “Captain, I will do my best.”

Launch Point C, Grid 27.

Chi Yingxue and Wang Duanran looked at each other. Perhaps because Chi Yingxue’s demeanor was too indifferent, it created a calm atmosphere. But the calmer it was, the more Wang Duanran felt there was a catch—he hadn’t forgotten that during the Castle Badge Battle, it was this guy who broke their [(Illusory) Mengpo Soup], causing a direct reversal in the battle situation. Afterward, he even left, saying, “Next time you try to put a control spell on me, make it for two people.”

To this day, they still couldn’t figure out how they lost. Every time Wang Duanran thought about it, he felt depressed…

“Did you get a perm again?”

A question that made Wang Duanran doubt his own ears came out of nowhere.

Wang Duanran looked up, confused. “What did you say?”

Chi Yingxue’s expression didn’t change much. There was just a bit of pure curiosity in his eyes. “Your hair is curlier than last time.”

Wang Duanran: “……”

“Last time it looked more natural.” Chi Yingxue pondered, sincerely suggesting, “Too curly makes your head look big, and it’s also messy.”

Young Master Wang Duanran, a rich second-generation, with his curly hair, held back for a long time. His face almost turned purple before he finally burst out. “This is my natural curly hair!”

Launch Point D, Grid 40.

Wu Sheng first looked at Xu Wang and Kuang Jinxin across from him, one in the south of the chessboard and the other in the north, separated by more than ten meters, but the chessboard was flat, so the view was clear.

The fact that there were no competing teams in Xu Wang and Kuang Jinxin’s starting points meant that in the initial period, they could move across the squares without interference from opponents, which was a good start.

After calming down a bit, he then looked at Chen Guan, who was standing in the same square as him.

Wu Sheng remembered clearly. In the last battle, this person was leading the charge. At first glance, he seemed unkempt and always half-asleep, but when it really came to fighting, he was no vegetarian. Of course, this time he didn’t yawn carelessly; from the first moment the two teams met, his face was gloomy, obviously brewing a plan to avenge his previous humiliation.

This wasn’t a good person to chat with, but looking around, he was the only one to talk to, so Wu Sheng still curiously asked, “How did you guys just get here?”

Since their last meeting, his team had advanced through two more challenges, then failed to submit, and to get the previous badges, they had to go all the way back to the first level and start over. Now here they were again.

Could this team have also experienced such a complicated retreat?

Wu Sheng always felt, based on their familiarity with the badge shown last time, that they seemed more like a team that had been collecting badges for a while, not one that needed to go back to the first level to start over.

Chen Guan heard Wu Sheng’s question, then raised his head to admire the grand and colorful glass dome.

“……” Wu Sheng suddenly wished he could borrow Xu Wang’s conversational skills, as breaking the ice wasn’t his forte.

Fire in the backyard*, seeking to reconcile—” From the distant west came a gossiping voice.

*(后院起火) Idiom referring to internal conflicts and disputes.

Wu Sheng followed the voice and looked around. After a while, he locked onto the young man waving at him with a phone in hand from Launch Point A (Grid 1), which was a quarter circle away.

If he remembered correctly, this fellow traveler was also glued to his phone last time, swiping away in this disconnected world.

Seeing Wu Sheng look over, Kong Lizhe pocketed his phone, glanced in Wang Duanran’s direction, and signaled to Wu Sheng.

Wu Sheng had an epiphany—Wang Duanran’s “backyard was on fire”. He ran back to seek reconciliation, delaying the team’s progress.

“Kong Lizhe, aren’t you too idle—” From the east, Grid 27, Wang Duanran roared in indignation.

Kong Lizhe immediately put his hand to his mouth, making a zipping gesture, and shut up.

Actually, it wasn’t surprising that Kong Lizhe, from so far away, still engaged in such gossip. Being at Launch Point A, with four grown men squeezed into a 1-meter square, front to back, was “intimately fatal”. If they didn’t divert their attention, how could they even live?

Launch Point A, Grid 1.

Qian Ai looked around at his unbeatable captain and Xiao Kuang, at the equally matched Chi Yingxue, Wang Duanran, Wu Sheng, Chen Guan, and then at himself, surrounded tightly by three opponents, with nowhere to even cry, afraid to drop tears on the enemy’s shoulder.

“Ding—”

The countdown of five minutes was up.

The ground suddenly shook, and aside from the 52 numbered squares, all other stone slabs collapsed. Deep water surged from below, and in just a few seconds, the entire chessboard turned into a vast ocean. The 52 squares, forming a circle, looked like a ring-shaped bridge in the sea.

In the middle of the ocean, a circular stone slab with a diameter of one meter slowly rose, with a sign standing on it, painted in red oil paint showing “Finish Line”.

The stone slab rose about two meters above the water surface and stopped, extending five steps in four directions, leading to the four launch points A B C D.

Four paths, twenty steps, each also numbered.

The steps from Launch Point A to the finish line are, in order, A1, A2, A3, A4, A5; from Launch Point B to the finish line, they are B1, B2, and so on.

Thus, the originally 52-square enclosed “口”-shaped bridge became a “田”-shaped bridge with the addition of the finish line and four sets of steps, encircling above the vast ocean.

Xu Wang watched quietly, his frown deepening. It indeed resembled the outline of Aeroplane Chess, but people from different teams were at the same launch point, which differed from the rules of Aeroplane Chess. Moreover, aside from the squares, steps, and finish line, all other areas were deep water, not to be taken lightly.

The noise from the shaking slabs and surging water gradually subsided, and the battlefield finally stabilized and quieted down.

[Owl: Finally, it’s time for the rules. Are you little darlings impatient? Listen carefully~~]

[Owl: In Lucky Aeroplane Chess, simply put, you roll the dice to move across the squares. Starting from the launch point, you circle around 52 squares, return to your launch point, then enter the 5-step staircase, and finally, the person whose dice roll exactly reaches the finish line completes the game. If the roll exceeds the finish line, the exceeded steps must be retraced. For example, starting from Launch Point B (Grid 14), the route to complete the game is 14-15-16…51-52-1-2…13-14-B1-B2…B5-Finish Line.]

[Owl: The team with all five players completing the game first, succeeds in submitting their papers.]

[Owl: Next are the details~~ Details are also very important~~]

[Owl: 1. Lucky Aeroplane Chess uses a ten-sided dice, with numbers from 1-10. A roll of 6 or 10 is required to take off, i.e., move forward one square. After taking off, another roll of 6 or 10 grants a second roll opportunity.]

[Owl: 2. There are three types of squares in Lucky Aeroplane Chess: reward squares, surprise squares, and blank squares, each bringing different experiences~~]

[Owl: 3. Members of the same team can stop at the same square. If members of different teams enter the same square, they must engage in a stationery PK, with the winner staying in place and the loser returning to the launch point.]

[Owl: 4. The following two situations are considered fouls, requiring a return to the launch point: (1) Entering a square not corresponding to one’s dice roll; (2) Falling into the water.]

[Owl: 5. Each square’s attribute is fixed, so thank the little darlings who helped you identify the attributes of the square~~]

The rules were actually not complicated, but they were overwhelming to listen to, and in the end, it was hard to remember everything, filled with a sense of each sentence being elongated.

Qian Ai focused on “reward squares, surprise squares, blank squares”.

Blank squares were easy to understand—nothing happens on these squares. Reward squares were straightforward—gifts. But those surprise squares… definitely needed to be understood separately for “surprise” and “joy”!

[Owl: Almost forgot another rule. No use of any form of force against opponents, except those conforming to the [Pond Fish Rule].]

Xu Wang’s team: “……”

Pond Fish Rule? What the hell is that?!

“Rolling—”

A Rubik’s cube-sized ten-sided dice seemed to appear out of nowhere and rolled into Grid 1.

“Ding—”

A single sound resonated from Jiang Dachuan’s arm.

[Cheat Sheet]: Please roll.

He was the fastest in drawing lots among the four at Launch Point A.

Jiang Dachuan immediately picked up the dice and threw it forcefully onto the water’s surface.

The dice glided effortlessly across the surface of the water, naturally rolling to an appropriate distance along the path of inertia and came to a stop. Despite the slight undulations with the ripples, the side facing upwards, directly under the glass dome, remained remarkably stable.

Above the dice, a crystal-clear shadow was cast—7.

Jiang Dachuan frowned, unable to take off, naturally feeling frustrated.

Even the slow Qian Ai understood by now—anyone not throwing the dice into the water on their first try had definitely been through this level before.

Beside him, Gu Nian quietly opened his palm.

The dice floating on the water seemed to sense it, immediately took flight, and fluttered into Gu Nian’s hand.

Qian Ai: “……”

Does this level have a fixation on little white wings in terms of artistic aesthetics?!

As the dice settled and the wings disappeared, Gu Nian’s expression remained calm, gently nudging his hand towards the next grid.

The dice slid off, rolling a few times in Grid 2, then stopped.

Light and shadow projected—6.

Qian Ai frowned, trying not to let his envy show too clearly. A 1/5 probability, and to roll it in the first roll was considered good luck.

Suddenly, Gu Nian floated up ten centimeters, as if on an invisible conveyor belt in the air, moving him slowly into Grid 2, where he landed and steadied himself.

“Ding—”

[Cheat Sheet]: Grid 2 revealed, blank.

Qian Ai was previously worried about not remembering every grid’s attribute, but he hadn’t expected the cheat sheet to be so considerate, keeping a record.

The dice reached Kong Lizhe’s hand.

He gripped the dice tightly and narrowed his eyes. He aimed at the notice board on the finish line and threw it like a baseball!

“Snap!”

The dice hit the notice board squarely, then bounced off, landing on the water next to the finish line.

Light and shadow projected—3.

Kong Lizhe still maintained his cool baseball throwing pose. “……”

Seeing that he had just sent gossip to his advisor, Qian Ai kindly gave him some advice. “If I were the dice, being thrown so hard, I wouldn’t be happy either. Be gentler next time…”

Kong Lizhe slowly turned his head to look at him.

Qian Ai patted his shoulder. “No need to thank me. After all, we’re still opponents.”

Kong Lizhe: “……”

Unaware of Classmate Kong’s fiercely burning gaze, Qian Ai focused on his own spread palm.

The dice fluttered over.

Previously, Qian Ai had disliked its wings, but now he suddenly put on a doting expression and said silently in his heart, “Little cutie, it’s all up to you.”

Taking a deep breath, Qian Ai imitated Gu Nian, gently sending the dice towards Grid 2.

“Rattle-“

The dice rolled past Gu Nian’s feet, stopping at the junction of Grids 2 and 3.

1.

Kong Lize patted him on the shoulder. “Being too gentle isn’t good either.”

After Launch Point A, naturally, came Launch Point B.

Kuang Jinxin threw a 10, successfully taking off from Grid 14 to 15, which was also a blank grid.

Xu Wang rolled an 8 and continued to wait.

Following that, Chi Yingxue, Wang Duanran, Wu Sheng, and Chen Guan all failed to roll a 6 or 10.

The second round began.

Jiang Dachuan, 9, failed to take off.

Gu Nian, 9, moved from Grid 2 to 11.

Ding—

[Cheat Sheet]: Grid 11 revealed, reward.

Ding—

[Cheat Sheet]: Congratulations to Gu Nian for winning a cash prize of 10,000 yuan!

This prompt appeared on every player’s arm.

The next second, a stack of cash neatly fell into Gu Nian’s arms, who happily accepted it and put it in his backpack.

Wang Duanran and the others, who were already experienced, remained calm.

But Xu Wang’s team was different.

Qian Ai’s eyes nearly popped out. Real, actual, money?! This place was like a miniature Endless Sea, with higher winning rates and more frequent payouts! No wonder the Owl called this a “reward level”; he even doubted it! How could he be so inhuman!

Xu Wang wondered whether 10,000 yuan was the upper or lower limit.

Kuang Jinxin glanced at the money and then continued to build his momentum. More than the rewards, he wanted to roll higher numbers and reach the end quickly.

Wu Sheng narrowed his eyes. Rewards were good, but the Owl was never just about sweet deals without hardship.

Chi Yingxue was still staring at Wang Duanran’s head. Definitely freshly permed; no doubt about it.

The dice returned to Kong Lize’s hand, 4.

Qian Ai, 2.

Jiang Dachuan, Kong Lize, Qian Ai: “……”

Why are 6 and 10 so hard to roll!

In Launch Point A, three faces clouded with gloom.

Kuang Jinxin threw the dice onto the water surface, neither too lightly nor too heavily, 5.

Like Gu Nian, he slightly lifted off the ground, moving forward 5 grids, and landed on Grid 20.

“Ding—”

[Cheat Sheet]: Congratulations to Kuang Jinxin for winning a cash prize of 20,000 yuan!

“Pat! Pat!”

Two stacks.

Next, Xu Wang still rolled an 8, Chi Yingxue a 7, Wang Duanran a 4, and Wu Sheng a 1—none of them taking off.

The second round ended with only Gu Nian and Kuang Jinxin soaring in the sky, each having ascended to a reward of 10,000 and 20,000 yuan respectively.

The lines between friends and foes blurred in their weary hearts.

The remaining eight players unanimously thought, ‘Why not just let those two have a one-on-one showdown?’


The author has something to say:

The eight-person group at the Launch Point: Taking off is as difficult as ascending to heaven (╰_╯)


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