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.


The author has something to say:

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.


The author has something to say:

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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Midnight Owl Ch147

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 147: Intelligence

In front of a simple small desk in a standard hotel room, Wu Sheng was deep in thought over his “Teaching NPCs to Be Human Plan 3.0”.

Xu Wang swiped his card to enter from outside.

Wu Sheng stopped and looked up, asking, “Did you give it to him?”

“Mm.” Xu Wang’s gaze softened with a touch of satisfaction.

Wu Sheng noticed something. “Is there something else?”

Xu Wang said, “He also took number 5. He asked me for it proactively.”

Wu Sheng was surprised.

Xu Wang walked over to the bed closer to Wu Sheng and sat down. “He said he is number six and also number five.”

Wu Sheng nodded, not sure what to say, but at least Xiao Xue was no longer immersed in the silence and oppression of the past two days. He was happy for him.

“Actually…” Xu Wang’s smile faded, revealing a hint of melancholy. “I kind of miss Yan Wang.”

Wu Sheng pondered for a moment. “Xiao Xue said he can’t find Yan Wang anymore, but that doesn’t necessarily mean Yan Wang has left. Maybe he’s just asleep, or… completely merged with Xiao Xue.”

“Merged?” Xu Wang was puzzled.

“It means he is both Xiao Xue and Yan Wang,” Wu Sheng explained.

“Is that even possible?” Xu Wang asked cautiously, yet somewhat hopeful.

Wu Sheng nodded without hesitation. “The human brain is very complex, and there’s no definitive treatment or conclusion for dissociation to this day. Uncertainty means anything is possible.”

Xu Wang looked up at the ceiling and let out a gentle sigh.

He hoped Wu Sheng was right, hoping everything he said was the correct answer—such a feeling was strong.

Chi Yingxue’s father had been dead for many years, a fact discovered online after coming out from 9/23, during a search about Chi Zhuolin. It was an interview in a business magazine where he briefly mentioned his family and father.

The nightmare had passed. Hopefully, Xiao Xue and Yan Wang, who walked through the nightmare together, could forever remain in each other’s hearts.

“Stop thinking about it.” Wu Sheng reached out to pat his head. “Everything will be alright.”

“Mm,” Xu Wang responded, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the small card on Wu Sheng’s desk, unsure whether to smile wryly or admire. “Still not giving up, huh?”

Wu Sheng tilted his head. “Is there a reason to give up?”

Xu Wang gave him a look. “You’ve sent out so many cards, yet there’s been no effect.”

“You’re too impatient,” Wu Sheng said earnestly. “It takes ten years to grow trees, but a hundred to cultivate people*.”

*(十年树木,百年树人) Idiom referring to cultivating talent isn’t easy.

“……” Xu Wang sighed and reached out his hand. “Keep cultivating people then. Lend me your phone.”

Wu Sheng was startled, clearly not understanding what he intended.

Xu Wang said, “Contacting Yue Shuai.”

“Oh right, we’ve been in 9/23 for three days; they should have come over by now.” Wu Sheng murmured while taking out his phone but hesitated to hand it over.

Xu Wang’s hand was getting tired. “Give it here.”

Wu Sheng looked up sincerely at his captain. “I’m worried about them too. Let’s contact them together.”

Xu Wang: “……”

……

“Missing me?” The video call was connected instantly. Captain Yue looked like he had just taken a shower, wearing a small bathrobe, looking fresh as a lotus.

On this end, Wu Sheng narrowed his eyes, and Xu Wang facepalmed.

“The atmosphere in the team is too depressing. We’re taking a short break, firstly to relax, and secondly to make some money.” Yue Shuai flicked his semi-dry hair, his eyes twinkling playfully.

Wu Sheng directly clicked on the screen, switching the size of the images to make Captain Yue a blurry small box in the top right corner, finally feeling relaxed.

“Making money is the main point, right?” Xu Wang hit the nail on the head.

“How about you guys? Passed 9/23?”

“We did.”

“……” Yue Shuai was just asking casually, and the casual answer hit him hard. “Can’t you leave some room for the slower students to answer!”

Xu Wang felt a bit guilty. “We didn’t mean to be so outstanding.”

Yue Shuai looked disheartened. “Can’t talk about this anymore…”

Xu Wang laughed, about to share more about 9/23, but Captain Yue became serious first, lowering his voice as if it was worth eavesdropping on. “I’ll tell you. I’ve got a shocking secret here.”

“How shocking?” Xu Wang tried to muster excitement but failed.

Yue Shuai leaned close to the screen, so close that only half his face could fit in the frame. “Worth a million.”

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng looked at each other, finally taking it seriously.

“What’s the secret?” Wu Sheng asked seriously. “If it’s really worth it, we can buy it with you.”

Yue Shuai pulled the screen back, showing his solemn face. “I haven’t gathered enough money to buy it yet.”

Xu Wang, Wu Sheng: “…Get some rest. Goodbye.”

“Hey, hey, I’m not playing with you.” Yue Shuai quickly explained the source of the intelligence.

It wasn’t complicated; they rescued a businessman from a group of “rivals” who wanted intelligence without paying. Such situations are common in the Endless Sea, where attacking each other is allowed and beating someone up isn’t illegal. So, some who don’t want to spend money resort to robbing for intelligence.

They were just in time to save the person; a moment later, he would have had to return to reality with injuries. After saving him, they even treated his wounds with stationery, not expecting anything in return. But the person insisted on repaying them, so he offered the intelligence, originally worth two million, at half price.

At this point, Captain Yue was quite indignant, thinking a seventy percent discount would have been more reasonable.

Anyway, at least in Yue Shuai’s view, the person was reliable. And frankly, if the person was a scammer, being in the “Owl”, catching them wouldn’t be a problem, and there would be a hundred ways to get the money back.

But now, Captain Yue faced a problem—

“I could sell everything I own, reduce three meals a day to one, and only gather six hundred thousand. If you trust me, we can partner up to buy it. We put in 60, you put in 40, and we’ll share the intelligence.”

“You’re ready to sell everything without even knowing what the intelligence is about?” Xu Wang was still skeptical, mainly worried for Yue Shuai, who seemed too naively optimistic.

“Of course, I asked.” Yue Shuai rolled his eyes. “Would he dare to ask for that price without giving me some solid info?”

Before getting a response, Yue Shuai became serious. “This intelligence might help us leave the Owl sooner.”

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng fell silent.

After a while.

Xu Wang said, “Stay in the Endless Sea and don’t move. Send us the hotel address; we’ll come over tomorrow.”

Yue Shuai didn’t expect such a quick agreement. “You agreed to partner up?”

“Agreed.” Xu Wang looked at him, annoyed. “And you better go back to three meals a day. We’ll split the cost of the intelligence 50/50. No one’s going to take advantage of your meal money.”

……

Just past eleven p.m., the friends began to wake up one after another. Xu Wang and Wu Sheng told everyone the news immediately.

Kuang Jinxin reacted with both shock and joy. “Really? Can we really leave early?”

Qian Ai was equally shocked and excited. “Really… Selling it for one million?! Then I’ll resell it to a few more people, and I’ll be a millionaire in minutes!”

Chi Yingxue’s reaction was relatively calm, similar to Xu Wang and Wu Sheng, with a hint of skepticism in his eyes, but he said, “I’ll pay for the intelligence fee.”

Xu Wang looked at the three friends, not knowing who to respond to first.

However, regarding the intelligence fee, Advisor Wu had already volunteered to pay it at the end of the video call with Yue Shuai. After all, he’s a man who wanted to throw millions into the public account upon selling his shares. Having been refused last time, this time he had to secure the role of the financier.

Xu Wang always thought their team was following a grassroots path until this night, when he realized their economy had taken off.

After setting the route for the next day, midnight arrived as scheduled.

The five didn’t go to the coordinate point but welcomed the purple vortex directly in the hotel room.

The hotel room was about a kilometer away from the coordinate point. They had decided to observe tonight.

“Hoot hoot—”

The familiar sound came from the cold night sky, almost like a class bell to the five friends.

Stepping into the vortex, the world changed.

“Thank heavens, someone finally came—”

The five friends were still seeing purple stars when they heard this exclamation.

It was very close, as if right beside them.

“Could you think before you speak? Are we not people?” Another voice, not very happy but somewhat familiar, replied.

Their vision finally began to clear.

What appeared before them was a lounge, with soft and warm fabric sofas, a retro and exquisite small table, a wall lined with shelves filled with various individually packaged drinks and snacks, and a long table in the corner with steaming coffee and cake.

But what surprised the friends even more was the presence of five acquaintances, though not with particularly fond memories, from their past encounters.

They had entered the vortex about a minute after it opened, clearly arriving earlier than Xu Wang and his group, now comfortably nestled in the sofas.

However, both groups were taken aback upon seeing each other.

Xu Wang and his team’s vision had just cleared, and likewise, Wang Duanran, Chen Guan, Jiang Dachuan, Gu Nian, and Kong Lizhe had just made out who appeared in the purple light.

The memory of competing for the ancient castle badge in 6/23 instantly flooded the minds of all ten friends.

Of course, it was mainly the actions of Xu Wang’s side that left a deep impression.

The relentless, revived, and devastated three-strike strategy of the stationery chain, the unforgettable entrance of the [Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea], and the acting on the [Balloon House]…

These past scenes, like needles, pricked at the hearts of Wang Duanran and his team.

Compared to the simple heartache of old acquaintances, Xu Wang’s side had more to think about, mainly, Advisor Wu’s brain was working overtime.

First, they didn’t go to the coordinates but ended up at the same location as the other party, indicating this was a specific battlefield stage—similar to the story relay in 7/23, where no matter where you entered from, you had to come to the table side.

Second, why did the other party say, “Thank heavens, someone finally came”? Couldn’t this stage be cleared alone?

Third, given the strength of this team, why did it take them so long to reach 10/23?

Two minutes passed, and the purple vortex closed.

Simultaneously, everyone received a “ding—”

[Cheat Sheet]: Team quantity meets the requirement, 10/23 officially starts.

The five on the sofa stood up, stretched their necks and shoulders, ready for action.

Xu Wang looked at the cheat sheet, somewhat confused. What does this mean? They’re starting the level directly? They hadn’t agreed yet!

In the midst of confusion, the lounge door slowly opened.

Xu Wang followed the sound, noticing out of the corner of his eye that the opposing five seemed calm. Obviously, this wasn’t their first time at this stage.

The world at the doorway quickly unfolded before them.

A square space about twenty meters in length and width, with the ground made of smooth, light gray large stone slabs, drawn with many markings like a magnified chessboard. The walls were also light gray, but with many semicircular painted glass windows and a painted glass dome at the ceiling about ten meters high.

It was unclear whether it was sunlight or some other light that slanted in through the windows and dome, illuminating the entire space brightly and colorfully, making one feel cheerful and comfortable, as if the air itself was dancing joyfully.

[Owl: Welcome to 10/23, Lucky Aeroplane Chess*! This stage is a bonus level. Oh, quickly draw your lucky starting point from the small flying box!]

*It’s a game similar to Ludo where players roll dices in order to move their planes from their hangers to the center of the board. The person who gets all their planes to the center wins.

Xu Wang and his team: “……”

A bonus level? Why don’t they believe it!

Ignoring the five complex faces, the winged small paper box fluttered in front of each person, insisting on drawing lots. If you don’t draw, it nudges you with its box body.


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Midnight Owl Ch146

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 146: Good Night

When the last flame was extinguished, the entire east and west wings had been burned to the ground.

Countless ashes carrying sparks floated in the air, carried by the night wind to unknown distances.

Nothing was left.

The hidden compartments in the east wing, filled with nightmares, and the cabinets in the west wing, possibly holding people, all turned to ruins and scorched earth in the flames.

The courtyard remained unscathed.

The fire dragon, as if determined to burn only the rooms, moved from west to east with fierce momentum, ending abruptly.

A layer of black, snowflake-like ash fell on the cabinet in the courtyard.

Click.

The hanging lock opened on its own.

The four companions exchanged bewildered glances. After the cabinet was kicked out, they tried every method to open it, all in vain. Yet now, as the last glow of fire vanished, it opened itself.

Xu Wang reached out, removed the lock, and gently opened the cabinet door.

The moonlight finally penetrated the darkness inside the cabinet, illuminating the curled-up figure…

[Owl: Congratulations on passing the 9/23 test and handing in your papers! See you tomorrow~~]

One second, there was a desolate wasteland; the next, a bustling street corner.

Despite the disorienting sensation of weightlessness serving as a divider, the world switched so quickly that it left no time to adjust.

The sky was still dark.

But the streetlights were on.

Sanitation workers were already sweeping the streets, and cars occasionally passed by. The bone-deep gloom completely disappeared, replaced by open streets and the tangible presence of everyday life.

Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, Qian Ai, and Kuang Jinxin stood under a streetlamp, with Chi Yingxue, who had awakened, in their midst.

He sat leaning against the lamppost, slowly raising his head to look at each companion’s face, his eyes still carrying a hint of daze and bewilderment.

But Xu Wang felt that Chi Yingxue wasn’t entirely blank about what had happened. His bewilderment seemed more like a temporary inability to detach from a certain situation.

Almost simultaneously, the four companions crouched down, concernedly looking at Chi Yingxue. There was no prior eye contact; it was entirely spontaneous.

“Are you okay? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” Xu Wang didn’t want to delve into what Chi Yingxue had experienced in the hidden compartment—whether he had passed through a near-death experience like them. He just hoped everything was fine with him.

Chi Yingxue looked worse than usual, paler, with a faint sweat on his forehead, and his lower lip was bright red as if he had bitten himself.

Yet he tilted his head, looked around at his four companions, and suddenly gave a light, lazy smile. “Just a little sleepy. What’s with your expressions?”

Wu Sheng and Qian Ai were stunned, unsure whether he was being genuine or evasive.

Kuang Jinxin frowned slightly, worriedly looking at him.

Xu Wang, however, was somewhat relieved. At least, the Chi Yingxue before them was still the same person they knew and were frustratedly fond of.

But the other half of his heart was still hanging…

“What about Yan Wang?” Xu Wang still asked.

He had actually never brought up Yan Wang in front of Chi Yingxue before, feeling like having two incompatible teammates. As the captain, if he couldn’t help them reconcile, he tried to avoid conflicts.

But now, he could only ask Chi Yingxue, even deciding to tell him everything Yan Wang had done for this level once Chi Yingxue had a chance to calm down.

Chi Yingxue didn’t answer immediately.

He lowered his gaze, as if pondering or searching for something.

The streetlamp cast a shadow through his lashes, leaving a dark patch in his eyes.

“I can’t find him anymore.”

It took a long while for the companions to hear him say this.

His voice was so soft that it was almost impossible to discern any emotion.

But Xu Wang was sure. There was no shock or surprise there, just a trace of perplexity and much more helplessness.

At that moment, he understood that Chi Yingxue was aware of the entire process. He was both the child hiding in the cabinet and the shadow with the scent of orange soda, as well as the omnipresent faint moon, clouds, and wind—he could sense everything in 9/23.

……

In the following two days, Chi Yingxue didn’t say a word.

During the day, he locked himself in his room, and at night, he sat in the 9/23 space capsule.

They had completed this level, and the hidden compartment would not open again, so they just sat in the space capsule through the long nights.

Chi Yingxue sat quietly in the corner, staring blankly at the ceiling, and they kept him company.

Yan Wang was gone.

He came into existence because of Chi Yingxue’s fear and disappeared with the fear’s eradication.

Although it wasn’t spoken aloud, they all knew it. Even Qian Ai, who was somewhat unclear about Chi Yingxue’s “I can’t find” statement at the time, realized this truth during these two days of gloom.

The healing of a split personality should be a good thing, but logic can’t replace emotions, nor can it erase the memories of fighting side by side.

If they felt this way, what about Chi Yingxue?

The child who set the last line of defense in his heart as Yan Wang’s birthday—did he ever think there would be a day of parting?

……

Xu Wang was prepared for a long haul and had even held a private meeting with his teammates. If Chi Yingxue needed three days to recover, they would wait for three days; if he needed ten, they would wait for ten.

Unexpectedly, after the second time sitting quietly in the Owl, Chi Yingxue said without warning, “Book the tickets.”

The coordinates for 10/23 were in Hunan.

Xu Wang didn’t know if Chi Yingxue had genuinely rallied or if he had buried even more emotions inside, but life is like that. Whether you like it or not, the calendar keeps turning its pages.

“Have you talked to your brother about this?” With such an important matter, Xu Wang felt it was something the family should know.

Chi Yingxue simply shook his head. “I’ll talk about it when I return to Beijing.”

It was a matter between brothers, so Xu Wang didn’t press further.

As the sky began to lighten, Xu Wang and Wu Sheng booked high-speed train tickets to Hunan.

On the hotel rooftop.

Located in the most bustling area of the city center, leaning on the rooftop railing offered a view over much of the city. At this moment, the city was waking up with street lights dimming one by one and buildings emerging from the darkness, giving rise to the hustle and bustle.

But Chi Yingxue wasn’t looking at any of this.

He sat on the only sofa in the corner of the rooftop, quietly looking at the sky.

The sofa, neither new nor old, seemed either deliberately placed for guests’ rest or forgotten by the hotel. Yet at this moment, he and the sofa harmonized like a painting.

Most of the sky was already bright. Today’s clouds were thick, but the sun persisted in piercing through the clouds, casting its light upon the earth.

When Kuang Jinxin arrived on the rooftop, he first saw the sunlight, then Chi Yingxue bathed in the morning light.

Feeling someone’s intrusion, Chi Yingxue turned his head.

“The train tickets are booked,” Kuang Jinxin approached the sofa, “for three o’clock in the afternoon.”

Chi Yingxue looked at him and said, “Oh.”

Expecting just a routine notification and then departure, Kuang Jinxin instead sat down, as naturally as if the other half of the sofa was specifically reserved for him.

“Beautiful,” Kuang Jinxin suddenly said out of the blue.

Chi Yingxue was puzzled. “Hm?”

Kuang Jinxin looked towards the sunrise, just peaking over the clouds, sincerely saying, “The sunrise is really beautiful.”

Chi Yingxue had no interest in discussing scenery, especially now when he preferred to be alone.

Without hesitation, Chi Yingxue stood up and headed towards the door without even a goodbye.

“No one will protect you anymore,” Kuang Jinxin suddenly said, looking at his retreating figure.

Chi Yingxue stopped and took a few seconds before slowly turning back, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “What did you say?”

“I said no one will protect you anymore,” Kuang Jinxin repeated, louder and more emphatically.

Chi Yingxue’s eyes narrowed further, and he said word by word, “I don’t need anyone’s protection.”

“Then it’s even better that Yan Wang is gone,” Kuang Jinxin said. “Since you don’t need his protection, and there’s no one else to fight over your body.”

Chi Yingxue was silent for a long while, then suddenly smiled faintly. “Yeah, it’s better that he’s gone.”

Kuang Jinxin stared at him. “Then why are you panicking these past two days?”

“Who told you I was panicking?” Chi Yingxue still smiled, but his voice turned cold.

Kuang Jinxin looked at him for a while before asking, “Do you know what dream I had in the hidden compartment?”

Chi Yingxue was taken aback. The topic change was too sudden for him to grasp.

“I dreamed of the moment my parents died in a car accident,” Kuang Jinxin said calmly and openly. “The captain, Sheng Ge, and Qian Ge all know, but you were always in the hidden compartment and didn’t come out, so I’m telling you again.”

Chi Yingxue frowned. “Maybe I don’t want to hear it.”

“You have no choice but to listen,” Kuang Jinxin insisted. “I went through your nightmare, so to be fair, you should go through mine again. Now, I don’t even require you to go through it; just listen. And you’re still bargaining?”

Chi Yingxue: “……”

It felt like a strange “fair exchange,” but Chi Yingxue couldn’t pinpoint the flaw at the moment.

“My parents died in a car accident when I was very young. I have no memory of it. The accident, all I know is from what my grandparents told me, then I just imagined…”

As if determined that Chi Yingxue wouldn’t leave, Kuang Jinxin looked at the increasingly blue sky, continuing on his own.

“The first real memory I have is of being beaten. Just kids playing together, not knowing anything, just running around and playing dumb, but they specifically bullied me and hit me because I had no parents…”

“I remember very clearly. Every time it rained, they would push me into a mud pit, then circle around and laugh…”

He chuckled bitterly, but the bitterness was fleeting, like a passing cloud shadow, gone when you look again, leaving only brightness.

“Then, a neighborhood big brother found out I was always being bullied and stood up for me. He was older than all of us, already in ninth grade, and could easily take on a group of kids by himself. From the moment he protected me, I was never beaten again…”

“How lucky.” Chi Yingxue finally offered a lukewarm response.

Standing two meters away from the sofa, he didn’t continue to leave, nor did he come closer. Instead, he just turned around, watching Kuang Jinxin from a distance, as if bored, so why not listen to a story.

“I thought I was very lucky too. I almost saw him as my own brother back then.” Kuang Jinxin looked at Chi Yingxue, smiling brightly. “Then, in less than a year, he got into a key high school and had to move closer to the school.”

Chi Yingxue frowned.

He really didn’t like where this story was going.

“When he was leaving, I clung to him, crying, not letting him go, no matter who tried to persuade me…”

Kuang Jinxin fell back into his memories, seemingly looking at Chi Yingxue, but his gaze fell somewhere unknown.

“I told him, once you’re gone, no one will protect me anymore. He said, in this world, the only person who can always protect you is yourself…”

“He still moved away. Once he left, those kids beat me again, but I fought back, like a maniac, fighting for my life, until I knocked them all down…”

His gaze met Chi Yingxue’s again, proud. “After that, no one dared to bully me again.”

Chi Yingxue shrugged. “So he was right. It’s better to rely on yourself.”

Kuang Jinxin lost his smile and shook his head solemnly. “No, he was wrong.”

Chi Yingxue: “Wrong?”

Kuang Jinxin said, “I could fight back because I remembered him—remembered the protection, encouragement, and warmth he gave me. They gave me strength.”

Chi Yingxue fell silent.

The warm sunlight outlined his beautiful profile, and for a moment, it seemed as if another shadow flickered across his expression.

“In this world, there are people who can always protect you.” Kuang Jinxin looked at him quietly, his gaze gentle yet firm. “As long as you keep them forever in your heart, they can always protect you.”

……

18:00 Beijing time, Hunan.

Since they hadn’t contacted in advance, the omnipotent President Chi Zhuolin hadn’t managed to arrange the presidential suite for the small team this time. They checked into a budget hotel with two twin rooms and one double room.

The double room was given to Chi Yingxue. After all, they had mooched off his presidential suite for so long.

But after checking in, Xu Wang regretted it a bit, thinking they should have booked a twin room and assigned either Lao Qian or Kuang Jinxin, or even himself, to stay with him for the night.

After discussing this idea privately with the other teammates, Kuang Jinxin said, “Captain, don’t worry. Chi Yingxue isn’t as fragile as you think.”

Xu Wang was half convinced, torn for two hours, but by eight o’clock in the evening, he still stealthily knocked on Chi Yingxue’s room door.

The door opened, but Chi Yingxue showed no intention of inviting him in. He just stood behind the door, looking at him blankly.

Xu Wang felt a bit awkward but seeing him looking stable without any signs of instability, he steeled his heart and pushed the item he had been holding for a long time through the door gap into the other’s hand.

Caught off guard, Chi Yingxue received it, only to see it was a small badge with the Arabic numeral “6” engraved on it. The badge was exquisitely made, but its meaning was unclear.

Raising his eyes, he looked at the captain in confusion.

“That, it’s a team member number,” Xu Wang said, his voice a bit shaky due to uncertainty. “I’ve already distributed theirs. This one’s yours.”

The badge was ordered by Xu Wang online the day they completed the level. No special customization was needed, as many shops had these Arabic numerals ready, and he chose a local store, receiving the delivery the next day.

Chi Yingxue flicked the badge with his thumb, frowning. “I’m number 6?”

“Yeah,” Xu Wang paused for a moment. “Yan Wang is number 5.”

Chi Yingxue fell silent, looking at him quietly, showing no emotions.

Xu Wang let him look, not avoiding his gaze.

Some things, if not addressed, remain knots; only when spoken can they let in the sunlight.

“Give it to me,” Chi Yingxue suddenly said.

Xu Wang was confused. “What?”

“The number 5 badge.” Chi Yingxue lifted the corner of his mouth. “I’m number 6, and also number 5.”

Realizing what he meant, Xu Wang immediately took out another badge from his pocket.

This time, before he could hand it over, Chi Yingxue reached out to take it himself.

“Thank you, captain.” Chi Yingxue smiled faintly, then closed the door with a snap.

Xu Wang: “……”

This teammate was as infuriating as ever!

Behind the closed door.

Chi Yingxue turned and walked back to the bed, eagerly pinning both badges onto his clothes as he walked.

The badges were small and delicate, fitting nicely on the collar, chest, or hem without affecting movement.

But lying in bed, Chi Yingxue spent three whole minutes not daring to toss and turn.

Eventually, he reluctantly took off the badges, wrapped them carefully in soft tissue, and placed them in the most hidden and secure part of his backpack before lying down again.

The curtains in the room were drawn. The thick curtains blocked out the lights from outside.

The room was as dark as a deep night, with only a bedside lamp diligently shining.

Chi Yingxue lay on his side, staring at the lamp for a long time.

Eventually, he reached out to turn it off.

When was the last time he turned off the lights before sleeping? Chi Yingxue couldn’t remember. Perhaps there never was such a time. His nights, no matter when or where, always needed a light on.

He hated the dark, or rather, feared it.

Like the current darkness of this room, devoid of any light.

But now, he felt secure.

“Goodnight.”

In the darkness, his gentle whisper sounded as if he were speaking to himself or perhaps to another person.


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Full Server First Kill Ch147

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 147: Familiar Faces

Crack.

The old Pope couldn’t dodge in time. Knight Saint Bernard bit fiercely into his arm, his sharp teeth sinking deep into flesh and blood.

A few steps away, the moment he received the command, Fischer immediately released Painter from his bonds. As the chains fell to the ground, a wand was raised. Before Eugene, Fischer, and Knight Saint Bernard could react, they were pulled into the alternate space of the [Mercy Countdown].

No sooner had the four disappeared than the undead dragon Telistam’s breath followed right behind them. Teest, taking advantage of the golden threads, leaped high into the air, while the old Pope, trapped in place, barely managed to block. Other cultists by the altar who just touched the blue dragon’s breath screamed as they turned into flying ash.

The undead dragon spread its wings, flew to mid-air, and let out a roar that shook the valley. Even as mighty as a dragon, its spirit was eroded by over two hundred years of death, leaving behind only the most powerful obsession and the most bone-deep hatred.

Hatred for the Eternal Church.

There were twenty-five seconds left until the formation was activated.

The old Pope’s body burst out with a thick and strong aura, and he raised his head in anger.

Countless magic mixed with black light bombarded Nol on the dragon’s head, emitting a weird aura far beyond normal magic. Nol raised his staff, and blue fireballs knocked them down one by one. The magic collided in mid-air, making a creepy vacuum explosion sound.

Nol’s eyebrows twitched.

Pope Gregory Gilmore really had the power of a False God. Could this also be the masterpiece of the Eternal Son? …No matter. Once he became Teest’s toy, they could ask him thoroughly.

“Monster who desecrates death, you have disturbed the Eternity granted by my God!” the old Pope cursed in a hissing voice.

There were eighteen seconds left until the formation was activated.

“What are you talking about?” A frivolous voice sounded behind him. “How elegant my honey is! …Come, see what real desecration is.”

Another wave of brutally cold aura spread out, and the old Pope instinctively turned around, his eyes widening slightly behind the black veil.

He saw hell.

Blood, dead flesh, and corpses gathered on their own, forming a black-red swamp. They devoured the bouncing pieces of flesh and the wailing cultists, becoming ever more expansive and deep.

Guided by the golden threads, the swamp surged wildly. It writhed madly, producing sticky bubbles that burst into a rich scent of blood and decay. Pale skeletons danced within, as if still alive.

What a lively scene.

However, the old Pope had never felt such pure death before—in comparison, even undead monsters could be considered full of life. Everything in the world disappeared, leaving only endless shadows and nothingness.

Like “destruction” itself.

In the middle of the desolate land of darkness, only the young “nun” stood.

This so-called Chosen One, who would bring “endless destruction and chaos”, stood clean in the midst of filth. The Mad Monk opened his arms to the old Pope, his golden hair scattered. The golden threads between his fingers were dyed gold-red by blood, and his torn black robe fluttered in the wind.

His face was slightly flushed, with only pure excitement and joy on it.

“Thank you.” He bowed slightly, his tone sweet, with a smile. “I’ve learned a little new trick.”

Shadows howled in.

Blood and flesh covered the land, and the warm body temperature became extremely cold due to the aura of destruction. The old Pope couldn’t help but glance down at the bite marks of the dog-headed beastman on his arm.

Could it be that his oracle…

In an instant, the swamp submerged the old Pope’s legs. It didn’t immediately devour him but firmly wrapped him in place. Meanwhile, the undead dragon circled nearby on the hillside, its breath indiscriminately burning all the corpses that hadn’t been devoured—whether the death was real or feigned, in the end, all turned to ashes.

All mechanisms, all defenses, disappeared in this mad destruction.

For a moment, it was as if the past had returned—when the Church suddenly attacked the unguarded White Dragon Telistam, it also launched a swift attack in a very short time.

Finally, the giant protective barrier that enveloped the area also showed fine cracks of light, shattering into pieces.

Under the blue sky, among the light particles, the Undead Dragon Telistam raised its head, emitting a sad and high-pitched scream. The dragon’s might, along with the aura of death, burst forth, spreading in waves in all directions, announcing a downfall that was over two hundred years late.

The Dragon’s Lair wasn’t far from here, and the dragons would soon know and come to this place.

Nol stood steadily on Telistam’s skull.

Between the dragon horns, the black nun, bathed in blood, had her cloak fluttering non-stop behind her. Her cheeks, stained with the blood of the sacrifice, looked down at the old Pope with a pair of blue eyes, as if looking at a dying cockroach.

The old Pope’s mind went blank for a second.

How many years ago was it the last time he felt despair?

Stronger magic required time to prepare, and all targets that could bear the cost of death around him had disappeared… In just a few minutes, he was completely cornered by these two people.

Impossible.

It shouldn’t end like this, not like this.

His God had clearly told him, the power he obtained allowed him to suppress all creatures in the world… He had never heard of someone with “godly” power having so many.

It was too absurd. The Mad Monk wasn’t even twenty*. How could he possibly do this?

*Clarity: This is referring to the years the Mad Monk has been in existence (not Teest’s actual age), and the Pope doesn’t know Teest is the Mad Monk.

And that weird mage who turned the dragon into an undead…

There were seven seconds left until the formation was activated.

Now, he had only one choice.

My God…?

The old Pope inserted his palm into his chest with a backhand motion. In the ominous magical glow, he held his still-beating heart in his palm, trying to call upon his God.

Only his God could solve such chaos. The old Pope closed his eyes, waiting for God’s gaze to fall on him.

But he waited for nothing.

“With me here, He cannot see.”

Teest once again silently circled behind him, the fine golden threads wrapping around the beating heart.

“Goodbye.”

With a muffled sound, the still-beating heart was twisted into pieces by the golden threads, blood splattering. At the same time, Nol’s magic hit the old Pope, his eyes behind the black veil dissipating.

It’s over.

Three, two, one…

In the last second before the sacrificial array was activated, Nol grabbed Teest, Teest grabbed the old Pope, and the two jumped into the center of the formation. Flesh burned, and the white light quickly faded. After the light dispersed, nothing was left on the magic circle.

……

[It turns out to be teleportation magic.]

In the darkness, Teest climbed up from the ground.

[When I was modifying the magic circle just now, I noticed its magical properties.] Nol gasped on the ground for a while. [Its setting is ‘to receive a large amount of pure human flesh and blood, and to teleport the target on the magic circle to a specific location, up to two intelligent beings’…]

[Undead monsters don’t count as beings, so there’s no problem.] He casually pointed at the old Pope and himself.

The designer of the magic circle had calculated everything but didn’t expect that rare and immobile undead monsters would run around.

[I see.] Teest extended his hand to Nol, his voice still carrying a hint of laughter. [You actually transformed the white dragon on the spot. What a wonderful method.]

Nol chuckled bitterly.

There were only twenty seconds left, and Teest had to personally kill the old Pope…

Nol had never burned his brain cells this fast, not even during his craziest overtime work—

Clearing the field violently in a short time, while making the old Pope obediently fight Teest, only the threat of a dragon could achieve this. Otherwise, if the old Pope chose to turn and fight him, the situation might become uncontrollable.

There was also that troublesome death-substitute magic.

The positions of the previous substitutes were always on the edges, so it was hard to say if it was a random effect. The old Pope would likely choose the target himself. Both the undead dragon and Nol himself were undead, logically unable to bear the cost of death.

The only one in danger was Teest, so at the moment Teest killed the old Pope, Nol hit him with a memory spell, temporarily making him forget Teest’s existence.

All these countermeasures were squeezed out of his brain in a few minutes.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

Next, the dragons would arrive in about two hours, while Painter and the others would leave within half an hour after [Mercy Countdown]. Before leaving, Nol gave the undead dragon the command to “stop killing”. Seeing the undead dragon, Painter would probably realize what happened and hopefully escape quickly.

The old Pope stood dumbly beside Teest, his shattered heart dangling outside his chest, with no breathing in his chest.

Nol weakly grabbed Teest’s hand, feeling completely drained, wishing he could collapse here and sleep for a long time. The problem was, this place really wasn’t suitable for peaceful sleep—

There was nothing but darkness around. Nol had dark vision, but the visibility was only about a meter, and that was limited to the human body. Everywhere was pure darkness—not even outer space was this suffocating.

They felt the ground beneath their feet, but in this darkness, taking another step, Nol wasn’t sure if they would step into emptiness.

Luckily, they dealt with the old Pope. Next, they could just let this old guy lead the way.

Nol: “Next, we… Ahhhhhh!

A cold hand grabbed Nol’s clothes from behind. The Great Demon King was caught off guard, issuing a series of embarrassing screams.

Teest: “……”

Teest: “Pfft!”

He casually pulled Nol behind him. The “Betrayer” spun in his palm, its tip pointing at that hand.

The hand moved closer, and the body behind it also emerged from the darkness—the owner of the hand raised both his hands and had a stiff smile on his face. “Good evening, sirs.”

Teest was surprised. An unexpected person was standing in front of him.

Enbillick Alva.

“Don’t kill me.” Golden Sword Billy’s face turned pale. “I was just… That was an undead dragon! I was afraid it would kill me too, so, cough cough…”

He rummaged through his pockets, pulling out a handful of shiny gem shards. Rich magic still flowed between the shards.

“This is called ‘The Convict’s Good Luck’. Just crush it, and it will teleport me to the nearest person who can most likely protect me. If you don’t believe me, feel free to verify!”

“Just take me out with you, and the Alva Merchant Company will definitely offer a satisfactory price. I guarantee…”

Nol: “……” Truly a great merchant from the Alva Merchant Company. This guy really had all sorts of weird things.

“How could the renowned ‘Golden Sword’ be here?” Teest decisively changed back to a female voice, raising her eyebrows.

“Eugene and that dog-headed knight were sent by me.” Billy still kept his hands raised. “I’ve always wanted to find the altar of the Eternal Church. Mr. Eugene was in a hurry to come this way, so I was just doing a favor. You see…”

Nol sighed and pressed Teest’s arm. “Let it go.”

In a way, Billy bringing Eugene and Knight Saint Bernard helped them a lot. If it weren’t for the two knights’ interference, facing the flawless Pope, he and Teest really wouldn’t have caught many flaws.

From the rescue on the road, to the succubus incident, to a dinner after traveling back in time…

Golden Sword Billy also had several encounters with them. Thinking of Billy’s two cute children, Nol didn’t dare apply the memory spell too heavily.

Anyway, Billy couldn’t escape. A confidentiality contract, memory modification, or something else—they could decide later… Maybe this person could be of help.

Teest shrugged and sheathed the sword. Billy immediately breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes stealthily glancing at the zombie-like old Pope.

Teest clapped his hands. “Old bag, lead the way.”

The old Pope uttered a vague “Yes” and started walking in the darkness.

Nol and Teest, one in front and one behind, sandwiched the stiff-walking Billy—actually, it would be more secure to knock him out and carry him, but this place was too weird. Nol preferred they keep their quickest reaction speed.

A great merchant indeed knew his place. The previous battles, the current state of the Pope, the identities of the two “nuns”, he didn’t ask. Seeing that neither of them spoke, he instead cleared his throat and started a light conversation.

“Do you want to take off his veil?” Billy tried to speak in a casual tone. “No one knows what the old Pope looks like. I’ll give a thousand gold wheels. May I have a look?”

Nol: [Wow, for a thousand gold wheels…]

Teest: [A thousand gold wheels to see a dead old man…]

Even if Teest and Nol weren’t short on money, they were still tempted. Indeed, now that Billy mentioned it, Nol was also a bit curious.

“This divine emblem is indeed annoying.” Teest snapped his fingers, and the old Pope himself raised his hand and took off the black veil on his face.

[Nothing special,] Nol thought.

The old Pope’s eyes were caramel-colored, with rectangular pupils like a sheep’s. He had high cheekbones and a good bone structure. It was evident that he was handsome when he was young.

Apart from that, there was nothing special—no peculiar tattoos, no mysterious brands, nothing at all. Just by appearance, Pope Gilmore was just a decent-looking old man, not at all connected to a cult.

[To be honest, I thought he would look more hideous.]

Teest remained silent on the surface, but chatted with Nol in their minds. [Like dark blue bags under his eyes, caterpillar eyebrows, a hooked nose, and even blisters on his nose…]

[Right, that image suits better.] Nol affirmed, a concept image of the character was already forming in his mind. [Plus a deathly pale skin tone, a long philtrum…]

After happily chatting, they both realized something was off.

Billy was too quiet.

Teest cleared his throat. “It seems this isn’t a face worth a thousand gold wheels.”

“No, no! I just felt this face looked familiar, sir,” Billy hurriedly said. “But I definitely couldn’t have seen him… Allow me to think for a bit longer, sir.”

[Making a mystery out of it.] Teest scoffed internally. [We won’t spare his life over such a trivial matter.]

[…Still, it’s better not to silence him.] Nol wiped his face.

[Sorry, habit.]

[……]

In absolute darkness, the Pope led them around before finally stopping. He raised his hand, pausing in a certain part of the darkness.

“My emergency messenger is waiting inside. He is blind, but his other senses are exceptionally sharp, so please keep quiet and be careful,” the old Pope said in a flat tone.

Centered around the palm of his hand, circles of strange runes lit up. They outlined a door of light.

Within the outline of the light door, the darkness receded, and light shone through. Beyond the door was a domed stone chamber of about a hundred square meters, built of dark gray stones. The walls and floor were as damp as a death row cell, gloomy and dim.

In the center of the chamber stood a huge statue of the Eternal Son—

A fat, faceless infant, clutching a rough and uneven planet. The surface of the planet was covered with a network of fine blood vessels, which converged at the end of the infant’s umbilical cord, connecting the planet and the infant tightly.

Beneath the statue, pale candles of varying heights, accumulated from candle tears, burned. They were the only source of light in this place. The candle flames didn’t flicker, and despite the candles burning, the wax didn’t seem to diminish at all.

Nol couldn’t help but frown at the discomforting aspect.

And the atmosphere was very subtle—

It was a kind of discordance difficult to describe in words, similar to the slight differences between a highly detailed game rendering and the real world. Very similar, but still not the same. The cold and heat here felt somewhat void, the air had a monotonous scent, like… some kind of unfinished product.

In a corner of the room, the emergency messenger of the Eternal Church curled up into a ball. His eyes were nothing but burnt-out pits, and he clutched a dirty spatial bag, looking like a dried-up corpse. Hearing the noise, he slightly lifted his head.

“My Lord—” He moved his lips, drawing a perfect circle on his chest.

Before he could finish, Teest casually knocked him out with the emblem of Life.

“Do what you need to do,” Teest instructed, adjusting the front of his nun’s habit.

“Don’t do anything.” Nol spoke almost at the same time.

The messenger’s voice came from the corner, eerily clear without any echo. The dissonance made him feel nauseated, akin to the “uncanny valley” effect. Something was very wrong with this place, definitely wrong.

The two exchanged glances, and Billy fell silent as if he had turned into a cicada in winter.

[What’s the matter, honey? Do you want to come in person?] Teest tilted his head innocently.

[The atmosphere here is wrong,] Nol said, his blue eyes lighting up. He activated [Creator] and forcibly checked every detail of the place. […Magic outside the system. The fluctuations are well hidden. The aura is like a degraded ‘Creator’… but it doesn’t create real objects, only illusions.]

The terrain lines detected by [Creator] trembled incessantly, occasionally flashing afterimages. Especially the statue in the center of the room—its shape changed and flickered wildly, like a game model stuck in a glitch.

The caster was very powerful. If not for his possession of the [Creator] skill, he might have been deceived by everything in front of him.

[Got it, a god-level illusion.] Teest quickly understood. [Can you break it?]

[That’s what I plan to do.] Nol nodded.

He had carefully sensed it. There were no other traps here. Removing the illusion, in theory, shouldn’t affect the reception of the oracle.

Under Billy’s puzzled gaze, Nol raised both hands. Layers of magic circles lit up from his palms, and in a few heartbeats, blue magic circles covered the space.

The large and small magic circles slowly rotated. The surrounding air seemed to be pulled into a blender, gradually distorting and shattering. The collapse of the small world in front of them emitted a chilling tearing sound, as if skin was being forcefully ripped off a living person.

Behind the darkness was deeper darkness. The stone chamber disappeared, turning into an even darker cavern.

Beneath their feet, on the walls, and up to the ceiling. The uneven stones were inscribed with strange runes in black liquid. The runes glowed with a black-red luminescence, intertwining with each other, stretching out from the walls, web-like, binding the object in the center of the cavern.

And in the middle of the cavern…

“That thing” was about five meters tall.

Its arms spread out like wings, suspended in mid-air by bizarre runes. Its waist, legs, and ankles were wrapped in dense runes.

Its silhouette resembled a slender girl without a head, wearing a gauze dress.

They had seen it before.

A long time ago, on a dark night. It had, in front of their eyes, erased a novice village from the world.


Kinky Thoughts:

For those who forgot, this was all the way in arc 1 (Ch7-10).


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Full Server First Kill Ch146

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 146: Revenge

Behind a boulder not far from the altar, Eugene’s face was so gloomy that it seemed like it could wring out water. Beside him, Billy watched with great interest. “Wow, that guy really dares to wear anything.”

Not long ago, their group galloped to the vicinity of the Claw Scar Mountains and wandered around aimlessly like headless flies. Just when the humans were at their wits’ end, Knight Saint Bernard sniffed the air. “It stinks! A very bad scent of blood and flesh.”

What followed made Eugene feel incredibly complicated—they followed Knight Saint Bernard and indeed encountered exceptionally strong protective and concealment magic.

Once concealment magic was exposed, it was practically non-existent. The real challenge was the protective magic, but fortunately, the Investigation Knights had conducted in-depth research on the spells of the Eternal Church—

According to the standard procedure of the Investigation Knights, Eugene needed to spend time deciphering part of the magic circuit, create a small opening with a counter-curse, and thus sneak in silently. Just as he was about to start dispelling the curse, Billy hummed seriously and took out a fist-sized magic gem from his backpack.

The gem burned with a brilliant platinum glow inside—clearly, it was no ordinary item. Eugene estimated that it was worth about ten years of his salary, enough to support a normal family in Grape Collar for two generations.

The next moment, Billy threw the gem at the protective magic shield. The gem exploded on the shield, scattering light and corroding a doorway-sized hole. The edges of the hole wavered, emitting a soft white light.

“It’s called ‘Caster’s Blind Spot’. Don’t worry. The people inside won’t notice.”

Billy clapped his hands and then took out a slightly smaller gem, crushing it. A halo circled the three of them, erasing their presence and aura on the spot.

“This is ‘A Glimpse in a Dream’. It erases our magical fluctuations and aura—the effect only lasts for twelve hours. Mr. Eugene, I’m afraid we need to act quickly.”

Without looking back, Billy dove into the hole.

Eugene: “……”

Watching Billy spend money like water, he thought he had become numb to it. Indeed, as Golden Sword of the Alva Merchant Company, their expenditures along the way, conservatively estimated, amounted to forty thousand gold wheels.

“It stinks!” Knight Saint Bernard covered his nose with a paw, his eyes becoming watery. “I’ve never smelled such disgusting meat—even rotten deer musk smell better than this.”

His tail hung low as he followed closely behind Golden Sword Billy.

Eugene gripped his long sword tightly, entering the protective shield last. He didn’t smell anything special. Perhaps only dog-headed beastmen could detect it, making it a loophole in the protective magic.

Everything went smoothly… until this moment.

Just after Eugene hid behind the rock, he witnessed Mr. Painter, dressed in a nun’s attire, interacting with the Eternal Pope—amid the swamp-like flesh, surrounded by the strange flock of goats, the Eternal Pope held Sister Teesti with both hands while speaking with Painter.

They were too far away for Eugene to hear the conversation. He could only be sure of one thing—Painter had tricked him again.

If “Sister Holly” was Painter in disguise… then Noli and Teesti, even Fischer, couldn’t possibly be real Evergreen Nuns.

Eugene knew that even if Painter had defected from the Temple of Life, he would never involve innocents. And regarding their identities, Eugene had a terrifying guess.

“Are you okay? You look terrible.” Golden Sword Billy timely inquired. “Now that I know where the altar is, the situation doesn’t look right. If you want to leave—”

“I’ll prepare a short-distance teleportation device.” Eugene interrupted Billy. “Proceed as usual with the rescue.”

Billy raised an eyebrow. “You know who that is.”

“Punishing traitors is the Temple’s task. We haven’t become so pathetic as to let the Eternal Church act on our behalf,” Eugene answered flatly. “Painter carries the Goddess’s oracle. As long as he’s alive, there’s a possibility for repentance and allegiance.”

“Your courage is commendable, but considering the attire, that’s the legendary Eternal Pope over there, right?” Billy whispered, “How about we leave it to Painter to solve and wait for the Pope to leave—whether the Pope continues the sacrifice or leaves, we can safely retreat.”

He perfectly avoided the topic of “Painter’s fate”.

“If I remember correctly, you once received quite a favor from Godfrey Painter,” Eugene sneered.

Billy’s mouth twitched twice. “Of course, I remember Mr. Painter’s kindness! It’s just my level, uh… I don’t want to stand by and watch him die, but this isn’t a fight I can influence. I have a wife and kids at home.”

After saying that, he glanced at Eugene. “If I remember correctly, the Investigation Knights detest evil and wouldn’t risk their lives to save a sinner.”

“I’m not saving a sinner. The Goddess once chose Godfrey Painter. His oracle… He should fulfill greater value than dying here.”

Eugene turned his gaze back to the battlefield. His fingers gripped the hilt of his sword.

“From now on, all expenses used for the fight will be covered by the Fifth Brigade of the Investigation Knights. If anything goes wrong, I won’t implicate you.”

“Ah, alright… Wait?! What’s that?”

Something round and rolling tumbled down the slope—a small, worn sheepskin ball.

While the two men talked, Knight Saint Bernard hid nearby. He wrinkled his nose at the Pope, growling unhappily in his throat, but couldn’t suppress the shivering of his body.

Knight Saint Bernard’s small ball had slowly shaken out of its pocket. The moment it gained freedom, the little sheepskin ball rolled down the slabs, bouncing off rocks, heading towards the center of the battlefield.

Knight Saint Bernard was startled. He apologetically glanced at the two humans, and then revealed himself, dashing down the hill on all fours.

‘This was to divert their attention,’ Eugene thought.

As knights, he didn’t need the protection of the weaker—blessed by the Goddess, her knights should wield their swords for the weak.

Taking advantage of Billy’s magic device still in effect, Eugene leaped out from behind the rock, sneaking through the shadows. He moved quietly in everyone’s blind spot, his eyes fixed on Painter and Teest’s direction.

……

In front of the altar.

“’His existence brings glory to God, and his disappearance will fulfill divinity…’ What a sad oracle.” The old Pope still smiled.

“Right? I don’t really like it either.” Painter spread his hands. “It doesn’t suit me at all.”

The old Pope ignored Painter’s playful words. “The oracle is not bad. It’s useful. When the time is right, you will become a glorious step for my God.”

“Ah, I guess the Temple of Life thought the same.” Painter smiled bitterly.

He stood there honestly, looking ready to be captured.

“Fischer, control Painter. Continue the sacrifice.” The old Pope commanded the remaining followers.

Most of the Eternalists had died, and the missing guards at the altar were now replaced by the strange black goats.

“Yes.” High Priest Fischer bowed his head, his gaze flickering towards Teest. Teest suspected he was waiting for a command—not yet, he thought.

Without a response, Fischer could only raise his sleeve. Black and red chains shot out from his sleeve, instantly wrapping around Painter. The chains were so heavy that Painter couldn’t stand, kneeling on one knee.

A dozen steps away, the dog-headed beastman’s sheepskin ball rolled quickly. Every time it was about to stop, it would be kicked away by jumping chunks of meat. The brownish-yellow ball gradually turned deep red from the blood and flesh.

The old Pope personally held Teest, stepping towards the altar.

‘Not good,’ Teest thought. At such a time, the old thing was still cautious—Painter was a mage, known thoroughly by the Church, and was left for Fischer to capture. But for himself, this guy insisted on personally securing him, clearly not trusting High Priest Fischer to completely restrain him.

It seemed that having an oracle that sounded too destructive wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

If Teest wasn’t mistaken, this old bag was probably going to be harsh on him—when facing an unknown and powerful target, the strategy was to cripple them until they were completely immobile, then take them back to the prison for treatment. Teest was taught this a thousand times while in the Eternal Church and witnessed such tragedies over a hundred times.

Being captured with such an oracle, he would definitely receive top-level imprisonment treatment. Whether he could get his limbs back before he was absolutely obedient was questionable.

Teest instinctively looked towards Nol’s direction… How miraculous. It was a critical moment of fate, yet he felt much calmer than he had imagined.

The two stopped in front of the stacked offerings, with the old pope still firmly grasping Teest, beginning to chant strange incantations.

The upper and lower magic circles were lit up again, and the air vibrated continuously, becoming dense and ominous. The nearby chunks of flesh wriggled more crazily, like caterpillars thrown alive onto a hot iron plate.

The sheepskin ball was fiercely hit by the crazed chunks of flesh. Being an inanimate object without life or breath, it bounced all the way to the Pope’s feet.

The Pope calmly ignored it.

Teest, however, looked down at it. The crudely stitched leather ball was soaked with fresh blood, the dark red blood shimmering at the seams like a bizarre apple.

Blood was part of a corpse, and if he could control the creatures he killed… What about controlling a part of them?

He wasn’t Nol so he didn’t understand the system’s logic for skill determination. Just looking at the system’s skill description, it was very likely not possible—the prerequisite for Dominion was killing, and one couldn’t kill blood.

No, that wasn’t right. One should say “under normal circumstances”, one couldn’t kill blood.

…It seems like he really found a loophole to exploit.

The sacrificial magic circle emitted a bright light.

In the blinding brilliance, Teest retracted his aura, silently throwin [King of Eternal Sleep] at the blood-soaked ball.

‘Come on.’ Teest focused on the blood-soaked ball.

Come on, since you were once part of a living being, let me bestow upon you the absolute concept of “death”… Let me dominate you.

At the same time, Knight Saint Bernard slipped on the flesh-covered ground. The ground was slick with sticky viscera, and the dog-headed knight couldn’t stop sliding. He slid down the muddy slope, heading straight for the bizarre flock of goats.

Knight Saint Bernard had never seen such strange creatures. His animal instincts were screaming, and his fur stood on end. In a panic, he instinctively used his most common innate skill—

[Shepherding: Control a flock of up to 200 sheep.

※Effective on all breeds of sheep.]

The system explicitly defined it. Facing the divinely gifted skill of the Eternal Son, the outcome was obvious—

In the shocked gaze of the Eternalists, the strange flock obediently parted. The dog-headed knight tumbled and scrambled towards the altar, towards the Pope holding Teest.

Knight Saint Bernard was tossed about, not thinking about the enemy’s strength or the battlefield situation. When he reached the altar, he had only one simple thought.

This old man has captured a guest from Sheepskin Ball Village!

He leaped up, biting at the Pope’s arm with hostility.

A weak and laughable creature.

The Eternal Pope remained unmoved, continuing the sacrificial chant—the sacrifice was about to be completed. He wouldn’t stop for such a lowly creature, making his God wait.

In a brief instant, four things nearly happened simultaneously.

The moment Knight Saint Bernard attacked, the Eternal Pope casually stepped back half a step, just enough to avoid the bite. But in doing so, he stepped on something—wet, slightly hard, a small leather ball soaked in the scent of blood.

It wasn’t there before.

The Eternal Pope lost his balance for a moment. In that second, he chose not to interrupt the ceremony but to persist and finish the last of the prayers.

Instantly, the offerings on the altar turned to mush, disappearing like melting snow. In the explosive white light, the old Pope raised his hand, setting up a defense in the direction of the strongest hostility.

There was a clang as Eugene’s attack hit the shield.

The sacrifice was partially successful. The Eternal Pope smiled, just waiting another thirty seconds for the ancient altar to be fully activated, and he could go to the land of oracles.

From this moment on, he need not focus on the sacrifice. In this short half-minute before departure, he would personally deal with these blasphemers.

In a sense, the old Pope wasn’t wrong. Among all the “people” present, Eugene’s hostility was indeed the strongest.

The problem was, a “God” could hide his killing intent.

Taking advantage of the moment the old Pope raised his hand in defense, Teest managed to break free. With a twist of his body, golden threads quietly wound around the limbs of the Eternal Pope. At the same time, the altar shook incessantly. Accompanied by thunderous roars, something was returning to its place—

Above the altar, two large clusters of blue flames ignited. They burned so fiercely that they even pierced through the surrounding dazzling white light. Chains broke, and stone sculptures collapsed. Far from diminishing, the shaking of the altar became even more exaggerated. Accompanied by a bone-chilling murderous intent, a terrifying aura spread out. Without a doubt, it was the unique bloodline pressure of a dragon.

After two hundred years, the undead dragon, Telistam, awoke.

“Painter, [Mercy Countdown]. Eugene, Fischer, Saint Bernard.”

Nol stood up from the chaos on the altar platform, his tone frighteningly calm. [Mercy Countdown] transported the designated target and oneself to an alternate space. Painter had used it as an hourly waiting room before, and now it was just right.

“…Telistam, seek your revenge.”


The author has something to say:

Nol: Everyone’s dead. I wonder to whom you’ll pass the cost to (.


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