Midnight Owl Ch138

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 138: Nursery Rhyme

In the abandoned garden, under a light drizzle, the misty water vapor blurred the line between reality and illusion.

“Your name is… Yan Wang?” Xu Wang asked again.

“Is there a problem?” The young man tilted his head, puzzled at why the two were staring blankly.

Yes, there’s a problem. Meeting Yan Wang in Chi Yingxue’s world wasn’t surprising, but for Xu Wang and Wu Sheng, who had actually spent time with the real Yan Wang, this “Yan Wang” before them was unexpectedly unfamiliar.

It wasn’t just his appearance that was unfamiliar, but also his inner changes. It was like Chi Zhuolin transforming from a domineering CEO to a simple and sweet character, and Yan Wang, from a worldly, mature, and slightly sinister man, had become a vibrant young man.

Simple and straightforward, full of vitality and health, exuding a wild charm—this was very different from the Yan Wang they knew, almost the exact opposite of the Chi Yingxue they knew.

Xu Wang blinked hard, clearing the film of water on his eyelashes, making the “Yan Wang” in his sight clearer and allowing him to organize his chaotic thoughts.

“No problem. It’s just that…” He smiled, pointing to himself and Wu Sheng. “We know a friend who is also called Yan Wang.”

“Oh?” Yan Wang looked curious as he put on his black mask again, asking, “What kind of person is he?”

“A bit more mature, worldly, and obsessive than you.” Xu Wang watched his features disappear back behind the mask, leaving only a pair of eyes shining with a wild alertness.

“Why compare me to him?” Yan Wang chuckled. “We just happen to share the same name; we’re not really related. It would be weird if our personalities were the same.”

“There is one thing that’s exactly the same between you two,” Wu Sheng said leisurely. “Neither of you know pain.”

Yan Wang followed his gaze down to his own bloody and scarred arms and legs and smiled indifferently. “You get used to the pain, and then it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“You get injured often?” Xu Wang caught a fleeting bitterness in his eyes and felt a tug at his heart, causing him to blurt out the question.

Yan Wang paused, seemingly unprepared for this question, and finally waved his hand dismissively. “Hey, let’s not talk about me. Aren’t you in a hurry to find Chi Yingxue? Then let’s go.”

With that, he turned and walked forward, heading towards a patch of withered trees with no visible path or building in sight.

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng exchanged glances and hurriedly followed, but Xu Wang couldn’t help asking, “Which way are you taking us?”

Perhaps because the real Yan Wang always held some hostility towards Chi Yingxue, Xu Wang and Wu Sheng couldn’t fully trust this amiable “Yan Wang”.

“Of course, it’s my—Yan Wang’s—special route.” Yan Wang glanced back at them, exuding an air of invincibility.

As they spoke, the three arrived at a large, dead tree with wide, yellow leaves hanging from its dry branches. Beneath the tree was an old well with its mouth covered by a stone slab.

Yan Wang bent over, took a deep breath, and pushed the large stone slab aside, revealing the weathered well mouth.

The well was dry, its bottom visible at a glance.

“You’re not telling me you’re planning to jump…” Before Xu Wang could finish, a gust of wind brushed past him.

With a “plop”, Yan Wang jumped down the well and then looked up, calling to them. “Come down quickly.”

Xu Wang looked at the well that was about four or five meters deep, and his head hurt. “This is your special route?”

“Don’t be afraid,” Yan Wang reassured them, spreading his arms. “I’ll catch you.”

“No need.” Wu Sheng refused on behalf of his captain. “He has someone to catch him.”

As Xu Wang landed safely in Wu Sheng’s arms, the small bottom of the well was nearly filled by the three of them. At knee height on the well wall, there was a circular hole wide enough for one person, leading to an unknown destination, with a whistling wind blowing through, chilling their already wet pants.

Yan Wang bent awkwardly and crawled into the hole.

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng looked on speechlessly, feeling as if they had inadvertently strayed off the path.

In the pitch-black tunnel, where the rain sound from the surface was no longer audible, only the occasional “drip-drop” could be heard, amplifying the silence of the darkness.

Yan Wang, Xu Wang, and Wu Sheng, one after the other, crawled forward slowly. The uneven tunnel was painful to navigate, causing aching backs and knees. Xu Wang had to say something to break the silence.

Xu Wang: “Don’t tell me Chi Yingxue lives in a basement.”

Yan Wang: “Of course not. He’s in a proper west wing room.”

Xu Wang: “…Then why are we going underground!”

Yan Wang: “There are guards above.”

Xu Wang: “The gardener and driver have already been driven away by us.”

Yan Wang: “Those two only guard the garden. There are more guards in the inner courtyard. Without Mr. Chi’s permission, you can’t just barge in. Even ten lives wouldn’t be enough.”

Xu Wang: “Mr. Chi? Chi Yingxue’s father?”

Yan Wang: “Who else could it be?”

Xu Wang: “Then that’s it. He’s Chi Yingxue’s father, and we are Chi Yingxue’s friends. With proper communication, there’s no reason he wouldn’t let us meet.”

Yan Wang: “Tsk, that man, you can’t communicate with him.”

Xu Wang: “Have you tried?”

Yan Wang: “No need to try. He’s the one who locked Chi Yingxue in the west wing room and doesn’t let him out. What’s there to communicate?”

Xu Wang paused, and Wu Sheng, in the darkness, also hesitated slightly.

When the veranda shook and a voice declared “Chi Zhuolin”, they had foreseen that this “Elder Mr. Chi” wasn’t to be trifled with.

But at that time, they only thought of him as a stern, unsmiling father who exuded an oppressive aura. They hadn’t thought deeply about the problems in the father-son relationship between him and Chi Yingxue.

Xu Wang: “Why does he keep Xiao Xue locked up?”

Yan Wang: “Xiao Xue?”

Xu Wang: “Oh, that’s what we call him.”

Yan Wang: “Seems like you really are close.”

Xu Wang: “Now we are friends with you, too.”

Yan Wang laughed. “I never thought I’d one day bask in Chi Yingxue’s glory.”

“Back to the previous question,” Wu Sheng reminded gently. “Why does Mr. Chi keep Xiao Xue locked up?”

“I really don’t know.” Yan Wang sighed. “Anyway, whenever I visit Chi Yingxue, I always use this underground route. Follow me, and you won’t go wrong, but…”

Xu Wang, Wu Sheng: “But?”

“This route might be, well, a bit rough,” Yan Wang said slowly, with an innocent tone.

After a long crawl, the three finally emerged from the tunnel into a spacious area of unknown location.

Wu Sheng turned on his phone’s flashlight, revealing that they were in a stone chamber with walls made of smooth bricks on all sides, including the ceiling.

Just as Xu Wang was about to ask where they were, he saw Yan Wang fumbling around a corner of the wall, searching for something.

Soon, a “click” of a lever being pulled came from Yan Wang’s direction.

Then, the wall in front of them fell, revealing another stone chamber.

The new chamber was identical in size to the one they were in, also enclosed on all sides, with a small, inconspicuous red lever in the same corner where Yan Wang stood.

The only difference was that their current chamber had a hole in the wall—the tunnel they had crawled through—while the new chamber had intact walls, but its floor was densely covered with sharp blades pointing upwards, arranged neatly like a deadly formation.

“Counting the one we’re in, there are a total of six chambers,” Yan Wang explained enthusiastically. “We just have to pull the levers, open the stone doors, and get through them one by one, and we’ll quickly reach the west wing room.”

Xu Wang turned to him, struggling to muster a smile. “Are all the upcoming chambers like the one in front of us?”

“Of course not.” Yan Wang immediately shook his head.

Xu Wang sighed in relief. “That’s good.”

Yan Wang added, “The further we go, the more dangerous it gets.”

Xu Wang: “……”

Yan Wang: “?”

Xu Wang: “This is what you meant by… ‘might be a bit rough’?!”

……

In the secret study.

Unaware that his captain and advisor had embarked on a challenging path, Kuang Jinxin finally gave up searching his memory. He was afraid that if he continued, not only would he fail to retrieve the code, but he might also disrupt his normal memories.

Unable to remember, he decided to take the book with him.

After quickly checking the remaining part of the bookshelf and confirming that this was the only real book, Kuang Jinxin, feeling slightly guilty as if he was stealing, packed the book into his backpack.

Just before putting it away, whether out of curiosity or an inexplicable impulse, Kuang Jinxin opened the book again.

When he first found the book, he had already looked through it. Although he couldn’t remember the code, he at least wanted to see what the original book was like. The title “Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes” was completely unfamiliar to him. Intuitively, he thought it would be similar to “Grimm’s Fairy Tales”. Flipping through a few pages, he found simple and fun nursery rhymes about chasing cats, climbing woodpiles, eating Christmas pies, and the like.

But as he was about to put the book halfway into his bag, his hand froze. He took out the book and opened it for the second time.

For no particular reason, he just felt he should take another look.

This time, he came across a nursery rhyme with only five lines—

My mother has killed me.
My father is eating me.
My brothers and sisters sit under the table.
Picking up my bones.
And they bury them under the cold marble stones.

His phone battery completely drained and shut down, extinguishing the last bit of light.

Kuang Jinxin stood in the darkness, his hands and feet ice cold.

He kept telling himself that it was just a book, and besides, there were innocent nursery rhymes in it. It might not be related to reality, let alone Chi Yingxue’s mental world. Maybe it was just a random original chosen for their code game with his brother…

By the end, he couldn’t even convince himself.

He was in Chi Yingxue’s mental world, possibly even in the deepest recesses of his mind. Here, not just a book, but every blade of grass, every leaf, was an imprint of Chi Yingxue’s inner world.

Suddenly, footsteps approached from outside the door, steady and firm, getting closer.

Kuang Jinxin froze, not daring to move.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door.

Then, someone pushed the door of the secret study.

It didn’t open.

Kuang Jinxin had locked it when he entered.

The person outside, apparently not expecting this, fell silent for a moment before knocking twice on the door, politely asking, “Is anyone in there?”

Kuang Jinxin held his breath, his hand holding the book slightly sweating.

The person only asked once and didn’t knock again.

Kuang Jinxin strained his ears, hoping to hear footsteps leaving.

But instead, he heard the sound of a key unlocking the door.

“Creak—”

The door opened, and outside the half-height door, someone was squatting.

Kuang Jinxin quickly stuffed the book into his backpack, then squatted down, cautiously meeting the eyes of the person outside.

Outside the door was a middle-aged man, around 45 or 56 years old, dressed in a suit and exuding an air of authority. Even squatting as he was, he didn’t seem to lose any dignity. The moonlight cast deep contours on his face, highlighting the slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but his gaze was firm and penetrating, as if he could see right through one’s soul.

“I heard noises here and thought it was a rat.” As their eyes met, the middle-aged man smiled, attempting to appear approachable, but the seriousness in his expression remained.

“I-I came here looking for a friend and then got lost,” Kuang Jinxin responded, not sure of the man’s identity, so he chose to be cautious with his information exchange, hoping to create a good impression.

“Looking for a friend?” the man asked gently. “Tell me his name. Maybe I can help you find him.”

Kuang Jinxin hesitated.

The man patiently watched him, neither urging him to speak nor inviting him out, maintaining the awkward posture of squatting on either side of the door.

After a long stare, Kuang Jinxin suddenly felt a sense of familiarity in the man’s features, especially around the eyes and brows.

Chi Zhuolin!

Kuang Jinxin’s eyes widened as he scrutinized the face outside the door more carefully, confirming without a doubt that the facial contours were indeed those of Chi Zhuolin, just years later. He remembered a conversation in Beijing when Chi Zhuolin mentioned that he resembled his father and Chi Yingxue took after their mother, which made Chi Zhuolin decently handsome while his brother was extremely beautiful. It was then that Kuang Jinxin realized Chi Zhuolin could use every positive word in the world when talking about his brother.

“I’m looking for… Chi Yingxue.” Kuang Jinxin cautiously revealed his teammate’s name, hoping his guess wasn’t wrong.

The man outside was surprised, but quickly his surprise turned into warm hospitality. “I am Chi Yingxue’s father. Come out. It must be uncomfortable in there.”

Kuang Jinxin breathed a sigh of relief. His guess was correct.

He also felt fortunate for his luck, encountering the head of the household straight away, no longer having to worry about being sent away by guards like Zhang Ge or Peng Ge.

“Hello, Uncle Chi,” he greeted politely, then, without further hesitation, quickly crawled out through the small door.

“You’re polite; a good kid.” The man patted Kuang Jinxin’s head approvingly, like a generous elder. “Come with me.”

“I heard that Chi Yingxue is sick?” Kuang Jinxin recalled the information he received when he was turned away at the front courtyard.

“Yes,” the man replied lightly. “But he’s taken medicine and took a nap, so he’s much better now.”

Then, why when they were in the front courtyard, were those two so adamant about Chi Yingxue not seeing guests and were vehement in driving them away?

Kuang Jinxin was puzzled but chose not to ask further, fearing to stir up unwanted topics, especially since the encounter in the front courtyard had been quite unpleasant.

For a long time after, Chi Yingxue’s father led the way, with Kuang Jinxin following.

The moonlight stretched the middle-aged man’s shadow long.

Kuang Jinxin watched the tall and broad figure, feeling a complex mix of emotions. Growing up without a father, he always felt warmth and envy when seeing others with their fathers.

[My mother has killed me. My father is eating me…]

The nursery rhyme he had read earlier unexpectedly popped into his mind, and he could even hear the eerie sound of children chanting in his ears.

The clear, innocent voices singing the most gruesome of rhymes…

Kuang Jinxin suddenly stopped walking.

Chi Yingxue’s father, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, stopped almost immediately and turned around. “What’s wrong?”

Kuang Jinxin couldn’t answer.

He didn’t know what was wrong, but he suddenly felt scared. It was an inexplicable uneasiness that overwhelmed his heart.


Kinky Thoughts:

The nursery rhyme is referencing a German folktale known as “The Juniper Tree”. This is actually part of The Grimm’s Fairy Tales and not a Mother Goose nursery rhyme.

The TLDR is stepmother kills her stepson and feeds it to his father. Half-sister buries her brother under the Juniper Tree, and he becomes a bird that sings the nursery rhyme (song) to the townsfolk and eventually takes revenge on the stepmother.

The song the bird sings is:

My mother she killed me,
My father he ate me,
My sister, little Marlinchen,
Gathered together all my bones,
Tied them in a silken handkerchief,
Laid them beneath the juniper-tree,
Tweet, tweet, what a beautiful bird am I!


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Full Server First Kill Ch143

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 143: The Devious Demon King

Eternal Church Holy Land, Immortal Church Dungeon.

Knight Marion moved silently in the shadows. The place was heavily guarded that not even Eugene dared to infiltrate recklessly. She could undertake this mission only because she possessed two innate skills: “Dark Stealth” and “War Intuition”.

The sacrifices were kept in the deepest darkness, having been fed honey and oil in advance and cast with a sleeping curse. They were lying there as orderly as corpses, only their shallow breathing remained in the night, quieter than lambs awaiting slaughter.

Using her dark vision, Marion looked at them sadly.

She couldn’t save everyone—to gather as much information as possible about the Oracle Sacrifice, the altar must be drenched in the blood of the sacrifices. If she were to let them go, it would certainly alarm the enemy.

She could only take one person with her, Sister Fischer, who was from the same school as her.

Marion checked each cell but still couldn’t find the young nun among the people.

Suddenly, Marion’s eyes lit up with a white glow, her “War Intuition” quickly warning her. Marion immediately disappeared into the darkness, returning to her original cell.

Damn it. If she couldn’t find her target, she would have to resort to the backup plan.

Which was, Sister Holly sneaking in with her two students and swapping out three innocent people, then personally searching for Sister Fischer. What she needed to do at that time was ensure their safe evacuation once they found the target.

Knight Eugene had advised against it, believing it unnecessary for all three to infiltrate—especially since the two young nuns were too young—but was sternly refused by Sister Holly.

“Mr. Eugene, you believe that Investigation Knights are more willing to sacrifice for God, and knights should devote themselves to protecting the people. Similarly, we are more willing to give everything to God than innocent people who are pure and ignorant. Even if it’s just for three people, it’s worth it.”

Sister Holly said devoutly, “My children and I are already prepared.”

Eugene had no reply, only to agree, but he made a condition—he also wanted to blend in with the sacrifices, to better investigate and protect the nuns more properly.

…If only she could find Miss Fischer first, no one would have to take the risk, Marion thought anxiously in her cell.

Time is running out.

……

Sister Fischer—no, High Priest Fischer—was sitting in his luxurious room, bitterly communicating with someone.

“I will try to move the followers from the west of the city.” Fischer pinched the bridge of his nose hard. “I can’t guarantee the outcome. If it’s too obvious, it will definitely arouse suspicion.”

“Just move some people. That’s enough.” From the other side of the communication crystal, Painter smiled. “More importantly—”

Fischer interrupted him coldly, “Have some dignity, Painter. My personal funds aren’t your money bag. Asking for three thousand gold wheels as soon as you open your mouth, do you want to bathe in gold coins?”

“The famous leader of the Drifting Mercenary Group, do you really think I believe you’re broke just because you dress shabbily?”

“Calm down, sir. Anger is bad for your health.” Painter’s tone was smooth. “It was Mr. Mad Monk who specifically requested this. I’m just the messenger.”

“Is three thousand gold wheels enough?” Fischer’s tone brightened in an instant.

“Of course! Oh, remember, I need two thousand in cash and one thousand in gems,” Painter responded with a smile. “The sooner, the better.”

“An hour. Give me a location.”

“You’re so straightforward!”

“But I still have to ask. Painter, where is this money going? The Eternal Church is always watching the market. In case they notice something…”

“No worries, no worries. Just buying some very ordinary things. You have to have confidence in those two.”

Painter smiled, looking out the window, where snow piled up to the height of a palm. A plump bird jumped from a branch, causing the snow to fall in a flurry.

Soon after, in a certain snowfield.

“You’re truly evil.”

In the cold wind, the slender Sister Teesti made a praying gesture, her long hair gently fluttering in the wind. Her expression was pitiful, and her tone innocent and sad—Nol had to admit, if it weren’t for the blood-stained golden threads between his fingers, the scene would be quite beautiful.

“I’m not interested in crushing the weak, but this is the first time I’ve received a slaughter order from you. Ah, this day has come sooner than I expected.”

Teest theatrically lifted his skirt, stepping over bodies steaming with warmth.

Fresh organs fell onto the snow, quickly freezing. Pairs of cloudy eyes were wide open as snowflakes continued to gently fall on them. Everything happened so fast that their owners didn’t even know what was happening until they were dead.

“Actually, you could do it yourself, couldn’t you? You just want to see bloodshed, Lord Nol.”

The Mad Monk, wearing his young shell, stopped a few steps from Nol.

“…Have you had your fun?” Nol rubbed his temples helplessly.

Teest hopped about in the blood-stained snow, clearly having pent-up aggression these days. His desire to perform had increased by fifty percent.

At this moment, around them lay a thousand plump meat sheep.

These sheep were from Sheepskin Ball Village at the foot of the snowy mountains. They were good quality and quickly delivered—Nol went as a merchant in disguise, and just in case, he drenched himself in pungent cologne.

Nol offered a buying price slightly above the market rate under the guise of “urgent need”, spending a total of two thousand gold wheels. The deal made the village chief so happy, he nearly took off like a propeller.

Then, they drove the sheep to an uninhabited snowfield, where the Mad Monk neatly dealt with them.

Actually, this wasn’t a good choice, as the extreme cold damaged the quality of the blood and meat. But with the Temple watching closely, he could only transport within the territory of Gratice.

“We can make pepper mutton bone soup tonight.” Teest stretched his body. “Pity the meat has another use… Ah, you’re truly an evil genius. I’ve never thought of such a novel way of desecration!”

“Thank you.” Nol clapped his hands. “A Demon King must look the part.”

At Nol’s summon, skeletons climbed out from the snow, standing blankly in place—they were just the lowest level of skeleton foot soldiers and Nol could summon thousands of them.

This time, the skeletons had a special task.

Nol waved his staff, and blue fire traced a path through the air. The flesh and fur of the sheep carcasses slowly wriggled, leaving their original skeletons to cover the bare skeletons, gradually shaping into thin, blank-eyed “humans”.

White sheep wool interlinked, concentrating at the top of the head, changing into different colors. Excess wool wove itself into fabric, covering the “humans'” private parts—though under the fabric, there was actually nothing.

In less than ten minutes, only clean white snow and white sheep bones remained. Hundreds of pale humans stood on the snowfield with unblinking eyes and horizontal pupils.

Marion said that the Church’s sacrifices would be hypnotized throughout, so as long as they kept their eyes closed, it should be fine. Nol put away his staff—his workload was already big enough, so he would bluff his way through unseen parts.

After all, when it was time to secretly swap out the sacrifices, he still had to fine-tune the appearance of these “people”.

The skeleton foot soldiers suddenly acquired an additional layer of “clothing”. Some wandered around curiously, many even rotating their heads 180 degrees to admire their flesh-enriched backs.

“The meat is a bit of a waste.”

Teest, twirling the golden thread, looked sorrowfully at the “fake people” nearby. “Now that they’ve become like this, I don’t feel like eating them anymore… Honey, that meat was very good. I hardly smelled any mutton odor.”

“Trading it for some lives is still worth it,” Nol said.

“It seems you can’t be said to be absolutely just either.” Teest laughed. “Lord of Creation, who favors humans—”

“No, I’m just a normal person.”

Nol, holding a sheep skull in both hands, added a touch of self-mockery to his tone. “I’m full of personal desires. You should know that best, dear.”

He emphasized the last word with a slow, suggestive enunciation.

Teest snapped his mouth shut, swallowing the joke he was about to make along with the cold air.

Nol rarely called him that. A warmth flushed through Teest’s nape for a moment, as if a warm blade skimmed his skin.

“Um, actually, I’m not that clear on it.”

After a few seconds of silence, Teest bent down with a smile to pick up the bones for stew. “So, you’ll have to favor me a bit more, Husband.”

Now it was Nol’s turn to be taken aback.

He dropped the sheep skull and quickly turned around, casting [Ash Remnants] on the “fake people” scattered on the ground to maintain their body temperature, breathing, and heartbeat.

Mr. Demon King’s ears were even redder than before. Teest was willing to bet ten gold wheels that it had little to do with the cold here.

……

Several days later, one night.

With Marion and Eugene’s full support, Nol finally managed to enter the sacrificial dungeon as he wished. Fortunately, infiltrating was much easier than escaping. Perhaps the Eternal Church never imagined that someone would be so eager to become a sacrifice.

Eugene went to the male prisoners’ side. The three “nuns” followed Marion, looking for people on the female prisoners’ side.

Of course, they all knew that dear Sister Fischer was sitting in the High Priest’s chair, busy preparing for the sacrifice. If they didn’t infiltrate in time, the Age Reversion blood potion would lose its effect—on Fischer’s territory, it was easier to replenish.

When Mr. Fischer personally came to deliver the medicine, he witnessed a scene that was… not sure whether to call it eerie or spectacular.

Painter released dream magic, causing Knight Marion to fall deeply asleep, probably dreaming that “she was still awake”. Nol was making rifts in the darkness—

Snowflakes fluttered beyond the space.

Nol dragged the fake people from the snowfield, while Teest adjusted their facial features, magically changed their clothes, and laid them flat on the ground.

Warmth came from the fireplace beyond the space.

The replaced ones, wearing wool undergarments, were sent to a large room behind the fire circle, where someone would soon come to receive them. Fischer probably knew what Painter wanted those gems for. Gratice never lacked smugglers, and gems were much more useful than gold for buying passage.

The Drifting Mercenary Group had excellent connections, Fischer smirked.

Both took a gulp of the replenishing blood potion, busy and bustling.

The Eternal Church’s precious sacrifices were one by one replaced with—Fischer wasn’t sure what those things were, but he felt they weren’t human—very similar counterfeits.

“My Lord, if impure blood is used for the sacrifice, the sacrifice may not be able to continue successfully.” Fischer pleaded earnestly. “I don’t know what you two have swapped in, but surely it can’t just be any material.”

“It’s fine. Just cause some commotion when the time comes.”

Nol wiped the sweat from his face and dragged over another fake person. He straightened the other’s twisted neck from the back of the head, arranged the distorted limbs, and then handed it over to Teest for face sculpting.

“But…”

Fischer glanced again at the “fake person” on the ground. Its facial muscles twisted into a half-smile, its horizontal pupils rolling chaotically, making him, a former Eternalist, quite uncomfortable.

‘Too creepy,’ Fischer thought, glancing at Nol. ‘Truly worthy of being followed by my God.’

“If my honey says it’s fine, then it must be fine.” Teest was shaping the thing’s facial muscles. “He wouldn’t lie about something like this.”

“Yes.” Fischer quickly bowed his head.

He glanced at Painter nearby—the former pope was focused on the ceiling, as if a beautiful masterpiece had suddenly appeared there.

Presumably, he couldn’t bear to directly witness the eerie scene before him, and Fischer felt somewhat relieved.

“That dog-headed knight.” He reported earnestly, “He’s been circling around the church recently, waiting for you to take me out. If this continues, he’s very likely to be regarded as an enemy of the Church, and his life will be in danger.”

“Forget it. Let your confidant handle it. Seeing us, Mr. Saint Bernard should be calmer.” Nol sighed.

They had spent hours on mental preparation in advance but couldn’t overcome the dog-headed knight’s stubbornness. He insisted on seeing them with his own eyes. Fortunately, the Oracle Sacrifice was managed by Fischer, so Knight Saint Bernard should be in good hands.

‘As long as he’s kept out of the center of events,’ Nol thought.

The next day, the sacrificial event officially began.

The Eternal Church’s convoy assembled in the center of the cathedral. Black carriages drawn by blindfolded horses whose mouths were stuffed with blue fluorescent lilies stood motionless, quiet as corpses.

In front of the horses wasn’t a door, but a sloping passage leading underground. This passage could only be opened with the Pope and the auxiliary High Priest present. For the Temple, where this passage led remained a mystery.

At this moment, only pure darkness lay ahead of the convoy.

The sacrifices were loaded into the prepared carriages one by one, suppressed by layers of magical arrays, ready to be transported to the altar. However, when it came to loading Knight Marion and Knight Eugene, an unexpected change occurred.

“Stop.”

The masked High Priest approached, casually pointing out Marion and Eugene. A majestic and deep voice came from behind the mask. “The aura of these two is wrong… They’re not weak enough. What’s going on?”

While asking “what’s going on,” his killing intent had already leaked out. Two deadly curses shot towards Eugene and Marion, who nearly instantly sprang up to dodge the deadly moves.

“So we have rats,” the High Priest said contemptuously, casually waving his hand, and dozens of black light balls appeared in the air, smashing towards the two knights.

At the same time, the surrounding guards also made their moves. Eugene clenched his teeth. “Retreat!”

The mission started off on the wrong foot.

Eugene couldn’t understand—they had made their disguise perfect, yet the High Priest still spotted something amiss. Theoretically, “Eye of the Storm” wasn’t so adept at combat. He wasn’t supposed to have such high-level combat intuition.

Were the three nuns not discovered because they were too weak? At this point, with limited equipment, they really couldn’t abduct someone from the Eternal Church’s headquarters… Direct infiltration was indeed too risky. They needed to think of another way…

Seeing the two Investigation Knights decisively retreat, the priests present all breathed a sigh of relief.

One of them saluted Fischer. “We were almost deceived by the despicable people of the Temple. Fortunately, you personally inspected the sacrifices. His Holiness, the Pope, will surely be moved by your loyalty.”

High Priest Fischer chuckled mysteriously. “It’s all arranged by my God.”

Well, to be honest, he didn’t actually notice anything unusual. Eugene truly lived up to being one of the strongest Chosen Ones of the Temple. But it didn’t matter. He already knew the correct answer beforehand.

By the way, among this batch of sacrifices, not a single real one was present. Through the holes in his mask, Fischer looked sympathetically at the other priests.

Finally, his gaze landed on the Pope’s carriage.

The Pope stood by the carriage, calmly observing everything. This guy had ruled the Church for over a hundred years yet looked to be around sixty years old.

The old Pope’s face was gaunt, still showing his handsome features from his youth. From his head protruded a pair of spiraling, twisted black goat horns, with ancient silver chains and black veils hanging from the tips, conveniently covering the upper half of his face.

Above the black veil, the emblem of the Eternal Son was embroidered with silver thread—two circular arcs intersecting, symmetric full moons above and below. The overlapping part in the middle resembled an eye without a pupil.

A tangible scrutiny came from beneath the black veil, and Fischer humbly bowed his head, drawing a circle over his chest.

The Supplement Demon Goat Gregori Gilmore, the Pope.

The Demon Goat symbolized misfortune and curse, adept in black magic and evil sacrifices. In terms of monster strength, it was considered above average.

Once the Supplement Demon integrated, it was hard to change. It was an existence that defied common sense and creating an “artificial chimera” was even more fantastical. Supplement Demons could only increase various attributes or skills of similar monsters by consuming Supplement Potions after their integration.

The problem was, this old Pope had lived too long—

With accumulation over time, this old bag’s attributes were definitely terrifying. Facing the old Pope, High Priest Fischer had no intention of challenging him.

But his incapability didn’t mean his God was incapable.

Fischer withdrew his gaze, his lips curling slightly behind his mask.

Inside the sacrificial carriage.

[The carriage is moving.] Nol curiously looked around. [We are going downwards.]

[Indeed.] In the cramped carriage, Teest lay on top of Nol, the two forming a perfect cross.

Painter looked at the two young men in front of him, who were obviously communicating through some method he was unaware of, with resigned amusement.

The journey was boring, and the former Pope had quite a few things he wanted to discuss, but with listening magic all around, he could only sulk in silence.

Watching Mr. Painter visibly wilt, Nol thought for a moment and reached into Teest’s pouch with his hand, pulling out his own pen and paper.

Please, he signaled Painter with his eyes.

[Actually, it’s nothing major. Judging by the reactions outside, Eugene and Marion escaped successfully. Even with the old Pope present, with Eugene’s level, he wouldn’t be quietly captured.] Painter wrote fluently. [I’m just a bit bored, but thanks for your concern.]

[You’re quite noisy with just a pen and paper.] Teest scribbled on the paper.

[Thank you for the compliment.] Painter wrote modestly. [Did you two bring any food? I’m a bit hungry.]

Teest: [We only have mutton soup, mutton pies, and lamb ribs.]

Painter glanced at the two with a complex look, then at the “people” sprawled around.

[I guess I’m not that hungry.] He wrote resignedly.

After a long darkness, the carriage slightly trembled, and the glow of a large teleportation array lit up from outside.

With the incoming light, Painter looked meaningfully at Teest, then grabbed the pen. [This journey will take a while. Do you want to hear an interesting story?]

[We’re not really nuns…] Teest began to write.

[Yes!] Nol wrote.

Teest silently crossed out the unfinished sentence, pretending nothing happened.

Painter smiled slightly as his pen touched the paper.

……

Meanwhile, in the best room of the inn in Ice Rock City.

The blizzard unusually ceased, revealing a sky so clear it took one’s breath away. Even during the day, a hint of the moon’s remnant could be seen.

“Sir, our capabilities are limited. We really couldn’t find any trace of Drake and his party,” a middle-aged man dressed as a butler reported.

“It’s as I expected. It’s not your fault. Even the Investigation Knights haven’t found them.”

Golden Sword Enbillick Alva shook his head, relaxing against the armchair. “Any other news?”

“In the vicinity of the Immortal Church, Eugene Malloy and his subordinates were suspected to be found, and relevant personnel are further confirming,” the man continued to report.

“Good news.” Enbillick stood up, stretching his shoulders and neck. “Once their identities are confirmed, keep a close eye on that gentleman in secret, and have someone prepare the best carriage and horses.”

“What about Drake and his party…?”

“Considering the time, the Eternal Church’s Oracle Sacrifice is about to start.” Enbillick crouched in front of the fireplace, leisurely warming himself. “With our Captain of the Fifth Brigade appearing here, and so urgently that you guys noticed, it seems the sacrificial procession is about to depart.”

“This year is special. The Eternal Church is unlikely to take the water route, which makes it easier to intervene. Would our Mr. Drake miss such an event? …Even if he wanted to, fate wouldn’t allow it.”

The middle-aged man paused. “Do you have other intelligence…”

“Just intuition.”

Enbillick poked the dancing flames with his fingertip. “Ah, by the way, when you go out later, help me send a package home—Mo and Col love the mutton here. If I don’t buy some to take back, they’re definitely going to cry.”

“Yes!”


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Full Server First Kill Ch142

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 142: The Phantom of God

“Miss Mary.”

Painter—School Sister Holly elegantly sipped her tea. “It has been eight years since we last heard from you. The last time was when you had just been promoted to a knight in the Second Brigade.”

He smiled, and his tone was filled with a touch of sentimentality. What was more terrifying was that he sounded sincere. Nol glanced at Painter out of the corner of his eye, wondering how he managed to do it.

Knight Marion was slightly startled, her expression softening. “Yes, it has been eight years, Sister. In fact, I still miss the cookies you used to make.”

“The secret was the cinnamon from Inato and a bit of orange peel. I remember you liked half the sugar.” Painter smiled, eyes narrowing. “If I had known you liked them so much, I would have given you the recipe. But it’s not too late now. It’s perfect with winter tea.”

“Haha, you remember so clearly.” Knight Marion’s cheeks flushed slightly. “Could it be because…”

“You and Odette sneaking into the kitchen for a midnight snack, arguing over whether to take savory croissants or sweet cookies.” Painter smiled, changing his address naturally*. “I was the one who separated you, and at that time, you only took the cookies with half the sugar.”

*Clarity: He started using the informal form of you (你). Note: Whenever you see something mentioned like this, just know that oftentimes they switch forms of address (formal and informal). In this case, switching to informal shows a more friendly closeness (as it’s a more casual address). Since I don’t want to keep making T/N of this whenever this happens, just keep this in mind going forward. You can tell, based on the context, which form is being switched to when it’s mentioned.

The knight’s dignified face drifted, and her ears started to redden.

Painter smiled more broadly. “It’s all in the past.”

Nol took a deep breath inwardly, respecting the masterful digger of embarrassing histories.

“How nostalgic,” Painter continued. “You always didn’t get along with Odette, and when you found out she stayed in the Fini Empire to become a priest, you cried for a long time… Do you still keep in touch?”

“We-we occasionally write letters.”

“If convenient, please send her my regards.” Painter took another sip of tea. “Children are amazing. That tomboy Odette became a gentle and dignified minister, and you cut off your beautiful long hair… I almost didn’t recognize you when I first saw you.”

Marion opened her mouth, looking helplessly at Eugene—she couldn’t take the lead in the conversation in front of Painter. Mr. Eugene remained unmoved.

“Eleven years ago, you also led us on a tough mountain pilgrimage.” Marion continued bravely, “Heather caught a severe cold, and we camped in the uninhabited snowy plains for two weeks. At that time, I thought it was a great hardship. Only after joining the Investigation Knights did I understand your intentions—the training in the snowy mountains, I got first place in the group.”

Painter raised his eyes, showing a reminiscent expression. “If possible, I wouldn’t want you to suffer like that… Haa, maybe it’s because I’m getting older. I remember it was Heather’s twin sister, Hil, who got sick.”

“But one thing I won’t forget is that you never used to eat snow carrots, but during our time camping in the snow, you quietly ate the snow carrots Odette found without a single complaint.”

“Maybe I remembered wrong. I always mix up Heather and Hil.” Marion smiled sheepishly. “Anyway, the leader told me the situation. Now I’m responsible for the investigation of sacrificial offerings for the Oracle Sacrifice. I’ll do my best to help you!”

She looked at Eugene again, nodding imperceptibly. “I have another meeting at noon. I’ll come back to talk with you in detail tonight.”

“Go ahead, child,” Painter said warmly. “Be safe.”

“Yes, Sister Holly.”

Nol couldn’t help but whisper to Teest telepathically, [This isn’t something that can be faked, right?]

Teest: [Details like these are the most prone to mistakes. If it were really a disguise, the old fox should avoid such topics.]

Nol felt conflicted. Painter had defected from the church twenty-one years ago. And eleven years ago, Painter was only in his thirties.

The identity of “Sister Holly”, if it was Painter from the start… Did he quickly adopt a nun’s identity after defecting? What for? A hobby?

His gaze towards Painter gradually became subtle.

“I’ll step out for a moment too.” Eugene nodded in acknowledgment. “I hope you can forgive my intrusion. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Given the Oracle Sacrifice, your caution is very necessary. If it makes you feel at ease, you can verify my identity,” Painter said elegantly, sitting with his hands clasped on his lap. “Besides, I’m also pleased to see Mary again.”

The two looked at each other calmly, one openly admitting to probing, the other accepting the probe.

This identity confirmation ultimately ended in Painter’s victory. Nol breathed a sigh of relief. How to put it… Even in such matters, experience still counted.

“When did you start, Mr. Nun?”

Not long after Eugene left, Teest bared his fangs.

“Well… The second year after I defected, I just happened to get a suitable identity.” Painter’s face remained calm. “A Temple position is quite convenient. Besides educating novice nuns, a school nun can travel alone for pilgrimage. At that time, the Temple was chasing me across the continent, so this disguise was the best.”

Indeed, the Temple would never guess that the young and promising Pope would return to the Temple in drag right after fleeing, brazenly roaming around.

Nol looked at Painter expressionlessly. It was a bit inappropriate to think that this guy had always been guiding young girls in the guise of a nun…

“To be clear, I’ve always maintained a sense of distance.” Painter cleared his throat. “Even with those kids, I would live next door, just like now.”

“Oh, is that so?” Teest raised his eyebrows. “Then you could’ve been a praying nun—also able to travel for pilgrimage, without having to babysit.”

Painter’s smile dimmed for a moment. “Our doctrine needs change.” He lowered his gaze. “No one is born a zealot… Even if those kids are destined to become zealots, I hope they receive better guidance.”

“School Nun Holly Artis and the Guidance Monk Tinder Green have been identities This Villain used for nearly twenty years. If you hear these names next time, please spare me.”

“That famous commoner monk Tinder Green?” Teest clicked his tongue. “You’re really busy.”

Then, with malice, he hummed, “Interesting, I remember Tinder Green never taught Eugene Malloy. You left the most dangerous bomb unchecked, yet have time to educate irrelevant people?”

Painter put down his teacup, pretending not to hear this question. “It’s time to discuss serious matters, gentlemen.”

“Since Eugene sent Marion, we can enter the team through the Investigation Knight’s connections. On Fischer’s side, we can have him turn a blind eye…”

The three quietly discussed the plan.

Surrounded by soundproof magic, Knight Saint Bernard slept, snoring away—while Knight Marion and Sister Holly reminisced about the past, this thick-furred knight slept by the fireplace.

……

Knight Eugene returned to the inn. He was still dressed like a simple local, his golden-brown hair dyed the common dark brown of the area. Paired with his deliberately subdued posture, the dark color added a somewhat gloomy temperament to him.

Sister Holly’s identity had been confirmed by Marion, and the details they talked about were indeed hard to fake. Yet, he felt an inexplicable unease every time he saw Sister Holly’s pale green eyes, reminding him of someone else. It was absurd, but also strikingly similar. Not just the eyes.

When he knocked on the door again, Sister Holly was nowhere to be seen. Teesti and Noli were watching the snow on the balcony, while Knight Saint Bernard was curled up by the fireplace, snoring loudly.

“You’re back.” Sister Noli smiled—a serene and beautiful nun who always seemed a bit nervous when she spoke to him. But considering they were young and knew he was the captain of the Investigation Knights, it was normal for Eugene to think they felt nervous around him.

“Miss Holly is in the kitchen. She said she wanted to bake some cookies for Sister Mary. You can come look for her later.” Teesti, as usual, clung to Noli’s arm. Her golden hair wound around the other’s sleeve, like some kind of climbing plant.

Noli’s close friend, the fragile and timid Sister Teesti, a naive daughter of a wealthy merchant family, spoke with a soft accent typical of lower nobility. Yet, whenever he caught sight of those golden eyes, he sensed a subtle mockery hidden within. When he tried to look closer, she would shyly avert her gaze.

“I can wait here,” Eugene said. “I’d like to try the warm cookies too.”

Here it comes again. Eugene sharply noticed a hint of disdain in Sister Teesti’s fleeting glance.

“There’s stewed apple juice on the table.” Noli patted the back of Teesti’s hand and politely said, “You can have some to warm up.”

Holding the steaming juice, Eugene walked towards the balcony.

It was getting late. Snowflakes like goose feathers fell from the pitch-black sky, quickly covering the streets with snow. The buildings of Ice Rock City, primarily in shades of gray and black, were now hidden in shadows, making the golden lights particularly striking.

It was as if the heavens and earth had reversed, with the snow drifting towards the stars.

Eugene sipped the juice, which was sweet and refreshing. There was certainly a good amount of honey added.

Two meters away.

‘…Damn,’ Nol thought.

With such a large presence as Eugene nearby, he and Teest couldn’t freely chat. If they did talk, it would have to be about things young nuns would discuss. Even if they used telepathy, they would still appear silent on the surface. No matter how he thought about it, the atmosphere was awkward.

Teest clearly didn’t want to talk to Eugene, so he had to find a topic to casually chat about.

“You’re very polite to the beastmen.” Nol glanced at the sleeping Knight Saint Bernard. “The knights I’ve met before are… Well, quite rigid.” Theoretically, the Temple wasn’t friendly towards non-human races, with some being designated as “monsters” by the Temple. Zealots, especially, would keep a distance from non-human races.

Eugene was quite different in this aspect. Curiosity was inevitable. Nol was very interested—was this a contradiction of “Anstis’s Chosen One” or…

Eugene turned his head. “You really are like Marion. She was curious too.”

“The Holy Scriptures mention that humans are the most vibrant race on this earth, favored by the Goddess of Life,” Teest muttered aptly.

Eugene pursed his lips.

“…Don’t take the Holy Scriptures at face value.” A voice floated from distant memories.

It was also a day with heavy snow. How old was he then—three? Four?

Eugene Malloy received a very special oracle shortly after birth, which the Malloy family treasured. Servants had to observe for over a year before being assigned to care for Eugene.

Eugene had a perfect childhood. Education about faith was gradual, waiting until he grew a bit older before sending him to the best theological school in Bissus, the Holy Land.

But under this protection, in the garden at the end of winter, Eugene met a stranger.

A tall, thin, redhead young man wearing a wooden mask carved with the emblem of the Goddess of Life. Through the holes in the mask, a pair of pale green eyes shone like new sprouts in spring.

“Good morning, child.” The stranger greeted with a smile. “I am an envoy of Lady Tilia, here to guide you.”

Eugene didn’t believe him. He immediately told his parents, and the Malloy household searched for a long time without finding any trace. Thus, Eugene’s parents concluded—either their child had an imaginary friend, or he really saw an envoy. Either way, Eugene was safe.

So, only when Eugene was alone in the garden would the strange envoy appear. After countless unsuccessful calls for his parents, Eugene had to endure this peculiar fellow.

The man always wore the emblem mask, sitting on the branches of a short tree, telling him all sorts of interesting anecdotes. Those stories were fascinating, and over time, young Eugene couldn’t hate this “envoy” anymore.

Only one problem remained—the many principles the man spoke of differed from what his parents taught him.

“Humans are the most vibrant race on this earth, favored by the Goddess of Life,” young Eugene stated seriously. “Non-human races have mixed beliefs and cannot be trusted…”

“The Holy Scriptures are written by humans. Don’t take it at face value,” the man said with a smile. “The lives of all races are worthy of praise.”

Eugene: “……”

Eugene: “But you’re also human. Why should I believe you?”

“Because I’m an envoy,” the man said mysteriously. “I know your oracle. You’re special, so the Goddess specially sent me to guide you.”

“The Goddess is kind and friendly. But humans, for their own sake, often do things that aren’t so glorious… like consolidating faith with arrogance and harm, exchanging the glory of the Goddess for wealth. Child, you need to learn to distinguish.”

‘That’s so hard,’ Eugene thought. It was very different from what his family taught him.

Seeing Eugene’s face wrinkle into a frown, the man laughed loudly.

“If a stranger walks past you with his nose in the air, ready to burst out and scold you non-stop, commanding you around if you do anything not to his liking, would you like him?”

“No…”

“Would you agree with what he believes in?”

“No!” Eugene stood tall.

“Then remember this point well,” the envoy said, his deep wine-red hair slightly shaking beside the mask. “Believe me, many adults can’t remember this.”

Eugene: “You mean…”

“Don’t be bound by rules and traditions. Think for yourself,” the envoy whispered. “Understand the core doctrines. The Goddess of Life is kind. She is the source of all life. Her followers naturally should be kind to others.”

“Child, trust your own judgment. Believe in your own God.”

“I’ll remember,” young Eugene said. “Can you tell a story now?”

“Today, let’s talk about the beastmen.” The envoy’s voice was full of laughter. “They are a group of fluffy good knights, living in the snow of harsh winters. Let me start with the compliments they would like…”

This “imaginary friend” accompanied him from when he could speak and walk, all the way until he was twelve—when he left for the Holy Land Bissus.

Their parting was unremarkable, without any forewarning. The envoy’s disappearance was as sudden as his arrival. No matter how long Eugene stood in the garden by himself, he never appeared again.

…And when Eugene learned about Godfrey Painter in the theological school in Bissus, he realized why the “envoy” no longer appeared. At one glance, he recognized the hair color and eyes of the person in the painting.

Just a little bit more, Eugene thought. Just a little bit more, and he would’ve truly believed that man was an envoy. Even in Bissus’s best school, the instructors weren’t as wise and humorous, nor did they have such unique insights as that man.

Godfrey Painter. The defected Pope, the greatest disgrace in the history of the Temple of Life.

Just because of recognizing him as a godfather, the Malloy family couldn’t raise their heads in public for over a decade.

Perhaps the man’s abrupt visit was just for some godfather responsibility or a ridiculous compensation mentality. Eugene hated his mockery, but those words were etched in his soul. No matter how hard he tried to detest the man, he had to admit, Painter was right.

…So there was only one solution left.

Eugene pulled his thoughts back from the memories, stretching out a hand to catch the large snowflakes sticking together.

“God is merciful,” he said. “Human words are insufficient to bear God’s wisdom. The Holy Scripture is a tool for understanding God, not the truth. I will act according to my own understanding and love God with my own understanding.”

“This is different from what I’ve heard about the Malloy family,” Sister Noli said. “Your thoughts are very special.”

“This isn’t my own idea.” Eugene closed his fingers, the snowflake melting in his glove. “Just someone’s opinion.”

Nol could probably guess who that “someone” was. Mr. Painter certainly wouldn’t let Eugene, this ticking time bomb, go unchecked.

“Oh… sorry. It sounds like you love the god in your imagination,” Sister Teesti murmured, leaning on Noli’s shoulder. “The illusion ‘someone’ created for you.”

“In the end, we all live in someone else’s imagination. I think even God does, and Lady Tilia would understand all this.” Eugene smiled again.

Nol’s eyebrows twitched. Knight Eugene was always smiling, but this time, his smile seemed genuinely sincere.

“I will surpass his imagination,” Eugene said, regardless of whether those two young nuns understood. “I will comprehend the true will of God. I will offer the purest love and devotion.”

Alright, Mr. Painter’s post-supervision was necessary. With Eugene’s obsession, if he really became Anstis Chosen One, Fischer might not get the chance to be Pope.

“Thank you for your teachings.” Nol tried to end the topic.

“What if the direction you want to surpass goes against your nature?” Teest suddenly said. “If you find you can’t give the so-called pure love…”

Huh? 

Nol looked at Teest somewhat surprised. The Mad Monk always sneered at religious topics. What’s going on today?

…Wait, he understood. Teest must be testing this once Eternal Son’s Chosen One, to see if Eugene had noticed anything unusual on the path of faith.

When it came to matters related to faith, indeed, Teest was more attentive. Mr. Xu, a young man true to his roots, sighed internally. He really couldn’t understand the mindset of a zealot.

Eugene’s smile deepened, his gaze resting on them, his dark green eyes shining with a peculiar light.

“If I believe it’s love, then it is love. If I believe it’s God’s, then it is God’s.” He gently uttered the unusual words. “It definitely won’t contradict my nature.”

Nol: “…..”

Sister Teesti smiled sweetly for the first time, letting go of Noli’s arm. She lifted her skirt and curtsied. “Worthy of being the captain of the Fifth Brigade. Thank you for your teachings.”

“Oh, what did you learn?” Eugene asked curiously.

Teest stared at the oblivious knight, smiling even brighter. “I’ve recently discovered that some things I thought were pure trash can actually be recycled and reused.”

Eugene: “…?”

Nol: “…………”

Such a strange conversation. For a moment, he even had the absurd thought, ‘The Mad Monk is going to be led astray.’

……

That night.

After a brief discussion on the plan related to the sacrificial offerings, everyone returned to their rooms. Their overt objective was to “rescue Fischer”, and Eugene didn’t resist too much—had Mr. Eugene known that these three audacious beings planned to assassinate the old Pope, he wouldn’t have been so lenient.

Nol, as usual, hugged Teest. Today’s Teest was exceptionally well-behaved, so much so that Nol couldn’t help but touch his forehead, fearing he might have caught a cold in the chill.

Although he knew that a False God wouldn’t really catch a cold. But now, Teest seemed too fragile, and it worried him.

This was the mark left on Teest by the Eternal Church.

Had Painter not intervened, Eugene would have been seized by the Church first and transformed into a Supplement Demon. Having received an oracle shortly after his birth, Eugene might not even have memories of his family. What would happen to his family? Nol wasn’t sure. Only that it wouldn’t be anything good.

Yet, Eugene’s fate changed, and he narrowly escaped hell. All the misfortune that hadn’t happened yet, wouldn’t happen.

Yet, Nol couldn’t change the past that Teest was destined to have.

Had Teest been taken away by the Temple of Life, he surely would have had a better life. It was hard to say about loyalty, but Teest would undoubtedly become a powerful Investigation Knight, hunting Eternalists more openly and righteously.

Even if there were emotional deficiencies, he would have a warm family instead of a cold gold wheel.

Nol suddenly felt sad.

Those oracles that represented fate—did they merely record fate, or did they weave it? This time, he had to find out for sure.

With a sigh, Nol kissed the top of Teest’s head.

“…What do you think about Eugene’s ideas?” Suddenly, Teest spoke up in the darkness.

His face was buried in Nol’s chest, and his breath was warm and moist.

“It’s hard to say which is crazier compared to Painter,” Nol replied with lingering fear, still stroking Teest’s long hair.

Teest let out a long breath. “Hmm, at least he has the merit of half a bean.”

‘But Eugene’s “love” was too fanatical,’ Teest thought. He didn’t agree, and obviously, Nol wouldn’t like it either. However, the idea of “surpassing imagination” was indeed good. He could think along those lines.

He gently kissed Nol’s collarbone.

Strangely, he didn’t feel the usual mood of hunting a target or the tremble of a pilgrimage.

‘It’s warm,’ he thought.

Teest quietly tightened his embrace.

Outside the window, the wind and snow howled. By the fireplace in Painter’s room, Knight Saint Bernard slept soundly, his ears twitching now and then.

Painter himself, holding a cup of stewed apple juice, stood on the deserted balcony. In the boundless night, snowflakes flew above the cup, swallowed by the steaming heat.

“‘He is destined to lead a long night. He is bound to die between canine teeth.'”

Painter looked towards the direction of the Eternal Church, raising his cup. “Old geezer, I have a good feeling… your prophecy has come to an end.”


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Midnight Owl Ch137

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 137: Fake Books

Chi Zhuolin stood behind a withered tree, hidden among the yellow grass and plants. He said he had to return to school, but ultimately, he got lost in this abandoned garden, like a toy whose battery had run out.

Xu Wang kept telling himself it was fake, just a chaotic projection from a disturbed companion’s subconscious. But the eerie, thrilling sensation that spread from the bottom of his heart to his limbs still eroded him.

Feeling Xu Wang’s shivers, Wu Sheng gently put his arm around his shoulder.

“Why…” He couldn’t understand why such a brother, who doted on his younger brother, existed in Chi Yingxue’s mind like this.

Wu Sheng pondered for a moment and said, “Everyone has flaws, but a machine can perhaps achieve perfection…”

“Do you mean, in Xiao Xue’s heart, Chi Zhuolin… is perfect?”

Xu Wang looked at the motionless Chi Zhuolin—at his sunny eyebrows, his dashing equestrian attire. Even in such a bizarre moment, if one ignored the screen on his chest, he still appeared to be a well-mannered, exceptional youth.

No. Xu Wang shook his head. That’s not right.

“Wu Sheng,” he almost whispered. “If I had such a perfect person in my heart, I would imagine him as the embodiment of all that is good in the world, but definitely not… like this.”

“I wasn’t finished just now,” Wu Sheng interrupted softly. “A machine indeed can be perfect, but it has one fatal flaw…”

He turned his head slightly.

Xu Wang followed his gaze, looking at the screen on Chi Zhuolin’s chest.

Low battery.

Those red warning letters were strikingly intense.

What kind of brother is perfect for a child? Xu Wang thought. Besides being academically excellent, athletically outstanding, and well-rounded in moral, intellectual, and physical development, what else?

Perhaps.

Wouldn’t everyone want a brother who could stand up for them, shield them from the rain and wind?

So the brother should always be there to play with him, always there to protect him.

Always, would be best.

The night wind blew through the abandoned garden, rustling the dry grass without a single insect sound.

Xu Wang sniffed, noticing moisture in the wind.

A chill touched the tip of his nose.

Looking up, another cool drop fell on his eyelid.

It started to rain.

Wu Sheng also sensed the change in weather and was about to look up when suddenly, a frenzied, ferocious barking of dogs came from afar!

The barking was mad and menacing, as if it would tear apart and devour whatever it was facing at any second!

The two exchanged glances. Without a word, Wu Sheng picked up Xu Wang again, moving swiftly towards the sound!

Xu Wang hadn’t gotten over the aftereffects of being carried last time, and here it was happening again. Dangling from Wu Sheng’s shoulder, he felt nauseous. He didn’t get seasick, airsick, or carsick, but who the hell would have thought he’d be shoulder-sick one day!

But there was no time to complain. To maximize efficiency, he had to cooperate with Wu Sheng’s lightning speed!

The only comfort for Captain Xu was the speed. In the blink of an eye, they arrived. The dog’s bark, which had seemed far away just a second ago, now pierced his ears painfully.

He was set down.

They were in a secluded courtyard, not very large, with two or three rooms and moon gates on the north and south sides. The south gate led to the abandoned garden they had just come from. Where the north gate led was unknown.

There were large water-filled jars at each corner of the courtyard. In the center, a fierce battle was taking place.

A man in black clothes, black pants, and a black mask was struggling against a dog that was bigger than a wolf. It was biting his arm. If it weren’t for the dog’s bark just now, they would have really thought it was a wolf. His legs were also being clamped by a giant crab that was half the height of a person. The crab’s shell was shiny and green, and when it spread its legs out, it was about two meters wide!

There was no doubt, this person was the same person in black who was tracking and spying on them earlier. They had lost him in the depths of the abandoned garden, but now they encountered him again in this form!

The man in black was struggling to shake his arm, but the wolf dog’s bite was extremely fierce. After struggling for a long time, the only result was that the vicious dog’s fangs sank deeper, tearing the black sleeve on his arm to shreds. The area bitten by the dog was now a bloody mess!

The spider crab on his leg was no less relentless. With its pincers, it clamped, stung, and tore, mercilessly turning the man’s leg into a bloodied state!

“What are you dawdling for? Save me—!” The black-clothed man yelled at Xu Wang and Wu Sheng, who were frozen at the moon gate.

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng hesitated. In this unpredictable world, it was impossible to tell what to do, what not to do, who was good, who was evil!

Seeing their hesitation, the man grew desperate, shouting as if he was giving it his all. “Don’t you want to find Chi Yingxue? I’ll take you to him!”

The rain in the courtyard suddenly intensified. As he shouted Chi Yingxue’s name, raindrops splashed into the jars, creating dense ripples!

Wu Sheng made a split-second decision and acted!

Xu Wang didn’t move but kept his eyes on the battlefield, ready to adapt their plan for combat!

A large net fell from the sky, first landing on the black-clothed man’s head. But the net seemed not to feel him, passing right through, continuing downward, and finally covering only the vicious dog still biting him and the crab still clamping his leg!

The inescapable net of heaven, indiscriminate, releasing what must be released, catching what must be caught!

Wu Sheng stepped forward swiftly, gathering the edges of the net, and with a strong pull to the side, the dog and crab were forcibly torn from the black-clothed man!

The ferocious teeth of the wolf dog nearly ripped off a piece of flesh from the arm of the man in black, and the crab’s pincers, in the final moment before being forced to let go, sliced another deep, bone-visible wound on the man’s leg!

Yet, the man in black didn’t make a sound, as if he wasn’t the one who was injured.

Wu Sheng, using the momentum of pulling apart the two beasts, threw the net fiercely to the ground and quickly tied the opening with a dead knot!

The wolf dog let out a low growl, leaped up from the ground, and fiercely tore at the net with its sharp claws and teeth. Its eyes were like those of a starving wolf, viciously glowing green. However, no matter how wildly it struggled, the net remained immovable.

The crab inside the net, struggling with its clumsy body, slowly stood up, standing on its six legs. The two large pincers in front stretched slowly towards the net, and with force, they snapped shut.

“Snap!”

The net was cut at the sound.

Wu Sheng was caught off guard. The crab’s pincers had serrated edges, not knife blades. Even if it wanted to cut, it shouldn’t have been so clean and precise! The sound was more like scissors than crab pincers!

Scissors?

Wu Sheng steadied his mind and took a closer look at the large crab pincers. By this time, the crab had already confidently crawled out of the cut net. The thing’s pincers that were in front of it were green and shiny like its body, but they weren’t crab pincers at all, but a pair of pruning shears!

Even Wu Sheng, upon seeing this scene, felt goosebumps rise on his skin.

Xu Wang saw it too. From the outskirts of the battlefield, not only did he see the crab pincers turn into pruning shears, but he also noticed the dog tag hanging on the neck of the ferocious dog. It wasn’t a dog tag at all, but car keys!

The dense raindrops had made their clothes almost completely soaked, but they were oblivious to it.

Suddenly, the giant crab charged towards Wu Sheng, moving as fast as a centipede!

Wu Sheng dodged backward, but unexpectedly, the ferocious dog also crawled out of the hole in the net and leaped towards his face!

Wu Sheng dodged to the side, avoiding the dog and jumping away from the crab, but his clothes were still hooked by the crab’s pincer. With a forceful pull, a ripping sound followed. The pocket of his clothes tore, and the letter that Chi Zhuolin had entrusted to him was pierced and hung on the pincer’s tip!

Wu Sheng reached out to snatch it back, but the crab sidestepped and ran away!

He could have chased it with his speed, but Xu Wang, who was blocking the retaliating dog for him, was already struggling.

“Forget about me. Get the letter!” Xu Wang shouted.

“It doesn’t matter.” Wu Sheng grabbed the back of the dog’s neck and yanked it off Xu Wang, throwing it far away. “It’s just numbers. I can write another one.”

The dog fell into a pile of dry grass, whimpered, and ran away dejectedly.

The man in black, who had been quietly retreating under the cover of the rain, was now being cleansed of blood from his wounds by the rain. However, as soon as it was washed away, new blood seeped out again. Diluted by the rain, the fresh red blood seemed to turn a pale pink.

He reached the moon gate to the north and decisively turned and ran!

As soon as he stepped out of the moon gate, a voice rang in the man’s ear—

[Owl: Someone has used [(Offense) Voodoo Doll] on you~~]

With the elongated sound, the man in black felt a sudden piercing pain in his chest, like being stabbed with a needle!

He gasped for breath, stopped in his tracks, and instinctively clutched his chest.

This pain was different from external injuries. It was a nerve pain, almost unbearable.

“Try taking one more step forward!” Behind him, Xu Wang held a small straw doll in one hand and a small steel needle in the other, standing tall and proud in a handsome posture.

He had anticipated the need for a tactical patch! If not for being distracted by the pruning shears and car keys, he wouldn’t have let the man in black escape to the moon gate!

Wu Sheng cast an approving glance at him.

Xu Wang, full of pride, said, “Take this—” and gave the little straw doll another needle in the elbow. It wasn’t deep, but it was somewhat painful.

The man in black sucked in a breath of cold air in anger. “I didn’t fucking move, and you’re still stabbing me!”

“Cough, just reinforcing the warning,” Captain Xu replied with a valid reason.

The man in black felt like choking on his blood. Seeing that Xu Wang had no intention of “reinforcing” further, he still dared not take them lightly. While keeping an eye on them, he also glanced around on the ground.

“Don’t bother looking. They’ve run off.” Xu Wang knew he was searching for the two creatures.

The man in black finally relaxed, seemingly more wary of the creatures than of Xu Wang and Wu Sheng.

“Why did they attack you?” Xu Wang asked.

“This isn’t where I belong. They are loyal guardians of this place. Naturally, they would bite me upon seeing me.” The man in black chuckled with a hint of disdain.

“They… What exactly…” Xu Wang wanted to ask what exactly they were, but it was too absurd. He couldn’t bring himself to ask.

The man in black answered without hesitation. “A driver and a gardener.”

“Why is this place not where you should be?” Wu Sheng suddenly asked.

The man in black raised an eyebrow and gave them a cryptic smile. “You ask too many questions.”

Wu Sheng wiped the rain off his face and took two steps forward.

This startled the man in black, who stepped back warily. “What are you doing?”

Wu Sheng shrugged. “Helping you take off your mask.”

“No need.” The man in black refused decisively.

Xu Wang raised the steel needle, threatening to prick.

The man in black: “…I’ll do it myself.”

He gritted his teeth as he spoke, but he actually did it with no hesitation in his movements.

“Satisfied?” With his face exposed, the man in black looked up defiantly at the two men.

It was the face of a young man with healthy, wheat-colored skin, full of vitality and energy. His features weren’t as sharply handsome as Chi Zhuolin’s, but he had a certain charm. There was a hint of defiance in his brow and a determined look in his eyes. He exuded a vibrant, wild strength.

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng stared at him for several seconds, unable to match this face with anyone in their memory.

“Had enough?” The young man clearly lacked patience.

Xu Wang stepped beside Wu Sheng, negotiating calmly. “We saved you. Now it’s your turn to keep your promise.”

“You want to find Chi Yingxue, right? I’ll take you to him!” The young man obviously remembered his promise. But times had changed, and he sized up Xu Wang and Wu Sheng. “You have to tell me who you really are and why you’re so determined to find that guy.”

“We didn’t suspect you, but you’re being defensive first?” Xu Wang was speechless.

“Don’t trust anyone.” The young man laughed, his voice gentle and slow. “In this world, you can’t even trust yourself.”

Xu Wang narrowed his eyes slightly. Just now, for a moment, a familiar feeling flashed by, but it was too fleeting to grasp.

Regaining his composure, he stood his ground. “You want to know our identities, fine, but you’ll have to exchange with yours.”

He never made a losing deal. The other party wanted to probe their background, and they wanted to probe his as well.

“My identity?” The young man laughed as if he was hearing a joke. “Then you’re going to be disappointed. I have no household registration, no ID card, no temporary residence permit—I’m just an undocumented person here.”

Wu Sheng silently pursed his lips.

Xu Wang was even more confused but asked the most direct question. “Name. You must have a name.”

“Oh, that I have.” The young man grabbed his drenched black shirt, flicking it. “My name is Yan Wang.”

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng were stunned, facing the stranger’s face, they momentarily forgot to speak.

The rain eased, but the courtyard was enveloped in a misty fog, like a dream scene in a play. In the faint mist, everything seemed both real and illusory, both dream and reality.

……

Kuang Jinxin chased the child to the end of the corridor, where a wall suddenly appeared with a small door on it. The door was extremely low, reaching only up to his waist.

The wall and door seemed abruptly placed, as if someone had inserted the wall into the continuous corridor, cutting it off and blocking the path of passersby.

Kuang Jinxin smelled the scent of orange soda again.

The scent was faint, like an invisible force drawing him towards the unknown.

Holding his breath, Kuang Jinxin pushed the small door.

The door creaked open, revealing no light inside.

He bent down, turned on his phone, and shone the light inside. The light occasionally swept across some book spines, but they were too far away to see clearly.

After thinking about it, he crawled in.

The space inside was much larger than it appeared from outside. Kuang Jinxin straightened up and looked around with his phone’s flashlight. It was a study.

The room, about twenty square meters, was surrounded by bookshelves filled with thick hardcover books, their spines embossed with gold lettering.

Aside from the books and shelves, there was nothing else, not even decorations. The walls and floor were dusty.

Kuang Jinxin approached a bookshelf and randomly picked a book. As soon as he lifted it, he froze; the book was extremely light, like an empty shell.

He hastily pulled out the book, confirming it was indeed a fake, used for decoration.

Many cafes and restaurants, as well as private homes, use such fake books for decoration to spruce up the appearance. But why were these fake books placed here in this simple and secluded study not meant for entertaining guests?

If these fake books weren’t for show, what purpose did they serve?

Had they encountered anything book-related on their journey?

Kuang Jinxin racked his brains, wishing he had the mind of their advisor…

Wait a minute!

Books?

A coded message!

The original source!

Kuang Jinxin was startled by his own wild thoughts. Reason told him it couldn’t be such a coincidence, but his intuition told him, in this world, not to believe what should be believed nor doubt what should be doubted.

No longer wasting time in thought, Kuang Jinxin began pulling out the fake books from the shelves, examining each one.

After checking each book, he placed it on the ground beside him. After emptying a shelf, he thoroughly searched it.

Continuing in this manner, soon the floor was covered with fake books, leaving hardly any space to step.

The battery of his phone was also rapidly draining from the constant use of the flashlight.

Only one shelf remained. Kuang Jinxin, standing on the fake books, continued his search.

Finally, when he touched a dark red book, he paused.

The book had weight.

Kuang Jinxin eagerly pulled out the book. The cold light of the phone illuminated the words on the cover—”Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes”.

He knew it. He just knew it!

Kuang Jinxin was ecstatic, wanting to announce to the world that his deduction was correct!

But then he thought better of it. It wasn’t confirmed yet. Only if the coded message matched, would it prove he was right.

The code, the code… What were those four sets of numbers again?

Kuang Jinxin, holding the “suspected original source”, belatedly found himself lost in a desert of memory.

The coded message was with their advisor, and he had only glanced at the letter a few times.

120… 36… 8…

Kuang Jinxin racked his brain, nearly pulling his hair out, but could only remember a few vague numbers.

Even if just for a second, he wished he could borrow Sheng Ge’s memory!


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Midnight Owl Ch136

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 136: The Black Shadow

“What did you say?” Chi Zhuolin stopped in his tracks and turned to ask.

Kuang Jinxin was startled and hurriedly replied honestly, “I smell the scent of oranges.”

Chi Zhuolin was stunned, then smiled. “Your nose is really sharp.”

Kuang Jinxin didn’t understand. “Huh?”

Wu Sheng and Xu Wang were also confused.

Chi Zhuolin lowered his eyes and said with affection and teasing, “My younger brother loves drinking orange soda. He doesn’t just drink it himself; he also shares it with his friends and ends up harming all his friends.”

The three companions: “……”

Didn’t he say his brother had no friends? Where did these good friends come from? And they must be quite fragile friends if they can’t even drink soda…

“It’s all the flowers and plants in this courtyard.” Chi Zhuolin turned his head, looking at the withered garden, holding back laughter. “He insisted on watering them with soda—even using his cherished soda that he was reluctant to drink—to water the garden, and you see the result now…”

The three listened, not sure whether to believe it or not.

How much soda would need to be stored to kill all the flowers in an entire courtyard?

But if this story is true, how sad must the young Chi Yingxue, who treated these plants as friends, have been?

“He’s just that kind of stubborn person, extremely obstinate, and no one can persuade him. When it’s too late to fix, he hides and cries by himself…”

Chi Zhuolin was still muttering, complaining about his younger brother, seeming quite adept at it.

But at this moment, his foolish sweetness finally included a bit of the down-to-earth nature typical of older brothers—spoiling and bullying his younger brother at the same time—that’s the main theme of brothers around the world.

Suddenly, dark clouds covered the last sliver of moonlight.

In an instant, the entire garden along with the veranda darkened, as if suddenly covered by a thick black cloth!

The three companions gasped for breath. Before they had time to prepare, they felt their bodies sway and lean to the side!

Staggering a few steps, Xu Wang bumped into the railing of the veranda. He immediately grabbed the railing tightly, only to find that the entire veranda was shaking!

The veranda beneath their feet was like a small boat in raging waves!

At this moment, a low, almost chilling voice came from somewhere—

“Chi—Zhuo—Lin—”

The voice was slow and authoritative, oppressively heavy, making it hard to breathe.

However, aside from calling out a name, no second sound was made.

As the last echo faded away, the moon reappeared slightly, and the outline of the veranda and garden slowly reemerged in the three’s view.

The veranda was tilted, as if the foundation had suddenly sunk. The originally level ground became uneven, causing their bodies to lean to one side.

But they were too preoccupied to care about this, as Chi Zhuolin looked apologetic, his eyes showing anxiety.

“Sorry, I can’t lead you anymore. My brother lives in the west wing. Go through the garden and into the inner courtyard, and you’ll see it.” He spoke very fast, as if in a hurry. “I have to go back to school now!”

Xu Wang: “Back to school?”

“I actually snuck back,” he said somewhat sheepishly, fixing his hair and putting his helmet back on. “My dad has found out, so I have to get back before he catches me, or I’ll get a beating again…”

Dad?

The three companions exchanged looks. Was the oppressive voice in the darkness just now the father of the Chi brothers?

“Oh right.” He suddenly paused, magically producing a pen and a piece of paper. “Please help me deliver this letter to my brother.”

He quickly wrote a few strokes. Before the three could see clearly, he finished the letter and handed it over.

Wu Sheng took it, and Xu Wang and Kuang Jinxin leaned over to look, finally realizing why he wrote so quickly.

There wasn’t a single word on the paper. It was just four sets of numbers—12077-34036-58009-80024

The moment Xu Wang saw the numbers, he almost reflexively grabbed Chi Zhuolin’s wrist. “Where’s the source copy?”

Chi Zhuolin, who was about to leave, was taken aback by this pull and question, looking surprised. “You know this is a code? My brother told you about this?!”

Xu Wang: “No, not all from Xiao Xue…”

Chi Yingxue did mention during the code-breaking that he and his brother used to play like this when they were kids, but the real reason for Xu Wang’s “seeing the code and immediately having to find the source copy” mental shadow…

Xu Wang narrowed his eyes at Wu Sheng.

Wu Sheng silently looked up at the moonlight—although it was barely visible.

“My brother memorized the source copy long ago. Just bring this letter to him, and he’ll understand.” After explaining quickly, Chi Zhuolin dared not delay any longer, leaped over the railing, and disappeared into the depths of the garden.

“Hey, wait a minute…”

Xu Wang wanted to chase, feeling a bit unwilling to let the clue break off like this. Although Chi Zhuolin said Chi Yingxue was in the west wing, in such a large house and long veranda, who knows where they might end up.

But before he could move, that feeling of being watched appeared again, right behind him, like a thin needle, pricking occasionally, not painful, but impossible to ignore.

He turned around again, only to find Wu Sheng also looking back.

Kuang Jinxin was clueless, also blankly turning back. Behind them, the long veranda they had just walked through was shrouded in mist, obscuring the way they came.

In this mix of night and fog, the three’s gaze slowly settled on a pillar.

The pillar was about ten meters away from them. It was bright red, and despite being shrouded in night and fog, it was intensely striking. And behind that pillar, a thin, small shadow was vaguely visible.

It seemed like a child hiding behind the pillar. Because the veranda had tilted, the faint moonlight finally outlined his slender side profile, but his whole body was still hidden by the pillar, like a ghost lurking in the shadows.

The scent of oranges came again, this time even Xu Wang and Wu Sheng smelled it.

It was cooler and sweeter than the ordinary scent of oranges.

Chi Zhuolin said that Chi Yingxue liked to drink orange soda.

If the scent they were smelling now wasn’t the remnant of the soil watered with soda but meant something else…

In an instant, the three companions’ hearts lifted, hoping the person behind the pillar was who they were looking for, yet afraid to approach recklessly and scare him away.

“Chi Yingxue?” Xu Wang called out gently, with unprecedented tenderness.

The shadow behind the pillar didn’t move.

Xu Wang tried to take a small step forward, very lightly.

The shadow suddenly shrank back.

“We won’t move anymore.” Kuang Jinxin held Xu Wang back, promising calmly and gently, coaxing, “Xiao Xue, we won’t move. We won’t hurt you…”

The shadow slightly shook, seemingly hesitant.

The veranda suddenly became very quiet. The three companions unconsciously held their breath, silently and attentively watching.

The shadow cautiously moved a small step to the side, revealing a shoulder and an arm. The light was too dim to see what clothes he was wearing, but it was clear that it was a child’s figure that looked very thin.

The three remained still, as if frozen in place.

The black shadow seemed to gain a bit of trust and tentatively moved another small step to the side, about to reveal half of his body, when suddenly, a very faint sound came from the withered bushes outside the railing, like someone lurking in the dark accidentally breaking a dry branch.

The three instinctively turned their heads, then widened their eyes.

There was another person in the bushes! Not a child, but an adult dressed in black, wearing a black mask, almost blending into the night!

This startled the shadow behind the pillar, who suddenly turned and ran away!

The person in the bushes, realizing they had been exposed, also fled into the depths of the garden!

“Split up!” Wu Sheng immediately said. Either could be a clue to the puzzle, so they couldn’t afford to miss it!

“I’ll chase the child.” Kuang Jinxin volunteered.

“Okay!” There was no time for hesitation; Wu Sheng made a quick decision.

In an instant, the three companions dispersed, with Wu Sheng and Xu Wang leaping over the railing into the garden, while Kuang Jinxin chased the shadow along the veranda!

……

In the depths of the garden.

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng were lost. They chased the black-clothed person, plunging into the garden of wild grass and dead branches, and then, they lost direction.

It was as if the moment the garden enveloped them, it started to grow wildly, boundlessly, blocking out the sun and sky.

They pushed aside one dry branch after another, passed through cluster after cluster of withered flowers, but never saw the end. The road seemed never-ending.

Snap.

Another flower stem broke under Xu Wang’s foot. He knew they were already dead, regardless of whether he stepped on them. But at the moment of the breaking sound, an incredible scene appeared before his eyes—the sea of withered yellow gained color, flowers became red, grass turned green, trees were as colorful and splendid as rainbows, like a fantasy forest from a fairy tale.

He blinked hard in disbelief.

The illusion disappeared.

The withered garden remained, with only lifeless yellow prevailing.

Snap.

The same sound of crushing plants came from the left side of Xu Wang.

But Wu Sheng was on the right.

Almost simultaneously, both turned their heads to the left, alert and swift!

There was a figure hidden behind a withered tree not far away.

They rushed over in a flash. With his [Light as a Feather] Wu Sheng reached the tree in an instant!

The person behind the tree didn’t even have a chance to move.

Without a word, Wu Sheng grabbed the person’s arm!

The expected resistance didn’t come. The person just stood there, motionless, allowing Wu Sheng to hold them.

Xu Wang, following up, first saw Wu Sheng’s astonished face, then the person he was holding…

It wasn’t the masked man in black.

Standing behind the tree… was Chi Zhuolin.

Xu Wang was so surprised that he opened his mouth wide, momentarily at a loss for words.

It was Wu Sheng who spoke first. “Are you following us?”

Chi Zhuolin didn’t respond.

There was no response, not in words, nor in gaze or expression.

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng finally sensed something was off.

Chi Zhuolin stood rigid, his gaze fixed on the void, as if under a paralysis spell.

Wu Sheng let go of his hand.

Chi Zhuolin’s arm dropped limply.

He was still wearing his equestrian clothes from before. His skin was soft, and his body was warm. Even when Xu Wang brought his hand close to Chi Zhuolin’s nose, he could feel his breath.

But he had no reaction to the outside world.

Xu Wang felt a chill seeping into every pore.

Suddenly, a cold light shone from Chi Zhuolin’s collar.

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng’s eyes had become accustomed to the dark, so when they suddenly saw light, they were very sensitive.

Wu Sheng gave Xu Wang a look that meant “adapt as needed”, and then slowly raised his hand to cautiously unbutton Chi Zhuolin’s shirt.

One button.

Two buttons.

Three buttons…

Until the top buttons of the outer garment and shirt were undone, revealing the boy’s not-so-broad chest.

Xu Wang widened his eyes and covered his mouth to stifle a scream.

On Young Chi Zhuolin’s chest, there was a cold light screen embedded in his flesh as if it were a part of his body.

And now, the screen was flashing with red warning letters—low battery.


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Midnight Owl Ch135

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 135: Veranda

Qian Ai woke up to a faint smell of oranges.

As soon as he woke up, the scent disappeared, leaving only the murky night breeze tickling his nose.

He sat up and sneezed. When he managed to see his surroundings clearly, he was stunned.

He was still in the front courtyard, facing the closed, floral-pendant gate within arm’s reach. Obviously, from the time he fainted to when he woke up, nobody had moved him.

But the courtyard behind him was clean and orderly.

Lao Zhang, Lao Peng, and the mess from their fight were all gone. The entire outer courtyard looked as if nothing had ever happened. The chessboard was still placed at the entrance, but no one was playing.

He looked down at his leg. The pant leg was still rolled up to his knee, but the bizarre young frog was nowhere to be seen, and there were no signs of injury on his calf.

He couldn’t say whether the situation was good or bad, but Qian Ai felt a chill running through his heart.

His gaze returned to the floral-pendant gate. Qian Ai tried knocking on the door panel and called out the names of his teammates in a loud enough voice to be heard on the other side. “Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, Xiao Kuang…”

His voice dispersed in the night wind, and there was no response from the other side of the door.

Qian Ai’s hand, which was knocking on the door panel, slid down in defeat, and he sat there dazedly for a couple of minutes. The last firm promise he made before fainting slowly came back to him—

“Don’t worry. I’ll find a way to rejoin you.”

These words, like a transport plane, injected new strength into Qian Ai’s bewildered mind.

He rarely had such a manly moment. He didn’t remember why he was so sure at that moment, but since he had said it, he was determined to do it!

Qian Ai suddenly stood up and quickly surveyed the entire front courtyard.

The situation in the living room was the same as in the courtyard. Except for the missing fish tank in the corner and the four cups of tea still on the table, everything else was as it was. The sofa wasn’t moved, the floor wasn’t broken, and there was no water or young frogs on the ground.

He couldn’t explain the bizarre situation, but at least those who might attack him were really gone.

After confirming there was no risk of being ambushed, Qian Ai returned to the floral-pendant gate and focused on breaking through it!

He tried everything he could think of: body slamming, using stationery, climbing the wall. The door remained unmoved, and the wall was blocked by an invisible barrier that couldn’t be penetrated.

Qian Ai was sweating profusely and gasping for breath, but he never thought of giving up.

The owl said there was only one chance.

He didn’t believe in bad luck.

Even hundred-dollar bills could be thrown as hidden weapons; he was no longer the old Qian Ai!

Wait, hold on.

Taking advantage of a pause to catch his breath, Qian Ai suddenly swung his arm towards the ground nearby. “Ha!”

The [Money Dart] flew out, its sharp corner embedding itself in the crevice between the courtyard tiles, then fell limply to the ground.

Qian Ai’s face lit up, and he ran over, pulling the bill from the crevice and happily stuffing it into his pocket.

As soon as he did, the bill turned into a wisp of smoke.

Qian Ai: “……”

Well, he was just conducting an experiment. It really didn’t work.

After failing to “strike it rich overnight”, Qian Ai continued to ponder the “path to rejoining”.

Suddenly, the image of the [Money Dart] embedding into the tile crevice flashed through his mind.

If breaking through the door and climbing the wall didn’t work, meaning he couldn’t go through the ground or the air, then why not try… underground?

Yes, underground!

Qian Ai immediately set out, searching the entire courtyard and house for tools that could dig three feet into the ground. The [Money Dart] was useless as soon as it hit the ground, so he needed real, hardcore digging tools!

Surprisingly, after searching for a long time, he couldn’t find a shovel or spade in the large front courtyard—not even a frying spatula. Finally, he found a broom and a plastic dustpan.

Qian Ai looked at the dustpan, which resembled a shovel, and decided to give it a try. He shoveled at the bottom of the floral-pendant gate with the dustpan.

With one scoop, the tile didn’t budge, and the plastic dustpan almost broke.

“You embroidered pillow*!”

*(绣花枕头) Idiom referring to a person who only has the appearance but no knowledge or talent.

After scolding the innocent tool in his heart, Qian Ai stood up, bathed in the sparse light, and looked down at the dustpan, lost in thought.

Two minutes later.

The dustpan received a notification—if it could hear.

[Owl: Someone used [(Illusory) Iron Will] on you~~]

Qian Ai squatted down again, picked up the transformed dustpan, and started prying and shoveling at the tiles under the door. Crack, a tile lifted, revealing the dark black soil underneath!

Qian Ai was overjoyed and didn’t hesitate to start digging vigorously with the dustpan.

……

In the inner house, in a garden veranda filled with withered flowers, a young man appeared.

At that moment, Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, and Kuang Jinxin, leaning on the door and catching their breath, were undecided about whether to continue forward or find a way to bring Qian Ai, separated by a door, back to them. They didn’t even know if Qian Ai was still in the front courtyard.

In their confused minds, the young man appeared, walking along the veranda towards the deeper part of the house, allowing them only to catch a glimpse of his elusive back.

The three companions noticed him at the same time. As if guided by an inexplicable intuition, they all looked in that direction.

Wu Sheng was the first to stand up, followed by Xu Wang and Kuang Jinxin. They quickly pushed through the withered plants, jumped over the railing into the veranda, and chased after him.

Wu Sheng, with the fastest speed, called out first. “Please wait—”

They were prepared for the figure to run away, but to their surprise, he stopped when he heard them and turned around naturally, looking at them with curiosity.

The three companions were stunned.

He was a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy, tall and handsome, dressed in a dashing equestrian outfit, as if he had just returned from an exclusive riding club. His eyes still carried the spirit of horse riding. Although he wasn’t fully grown and looked slightly thin, his eyes already showed a hint of determination, leaving no doubt that he would achieve great things in the future.

“Do you need something?” The boy took off his riding helmet and stared at them with his bright eyes.

Although he looked much younger, about a decade or so, and his voice was less magnetic and clearer, his facial features were immediately recognized by his companions…

“Chi Zhuolin?” When Xu Wang called out the name, he himself felt it was absurd, but the person was right in front of them, impossible to deny. Unless Chi Zhuolin had a twin brother who was over a decade younger or had a cloned private child when he was a teenager.

The young man smiled curiously. “Do you know me?”

“We do…” Xu Wang began, then shook his head in confusion. “But not this version of you…”

The young Chi Zhuolin’s eyes were filled with confusion, clearly not understanding at all.

“We know Chi Yingxue,” Kuang Jinxin said. “We came here to find him.”

“You know my brother?” Young Chi Zhuolin first showed surprise, then genuine joy spread across his face. “My brother mentioned me to you?!”

Kuang Jinxin was startled by this reaction.

Xu Wang was also surprised. This person didn’t question their identity but was overjoyed simply because “his brother mentioned him”?

“Yeah, he did.” Kuang Jinxin had to go along with it.

Young Chi Zhuolin immediately asked, “What did he say? What exactly did he mention?”

Kuang Jinxin was at a loss for words and glanced at his captain for help.

Xu Wang quickly intervened. “He just said he has a brother named Chi Zhuolin, who is, um… very outstanding!”

Chi Zhuolin chuckled. “You don’t have to cover for him; he definitely didn’t say anything good about me.”

“……” Xu Wang felt a bit sympathetic towards this brother, realizing that even Chi Zhuolin knew his brother didn’t think highly of him.

But… Why, in Chi Yingxue’s world, is his brother only a teenager?

How old is Chi Yingxue then?

To match the current Chi Zhuolin, Chi Yingxue must be no more than ten years old, but the photo they showed Mrs. Chen was of an adult Chi Yingxue, and she didn’t express any doubts…

A flurry of question marks swirled in the companions’ heads as Chi Zhuolin spoke again. “You just said you’re here to find my brother?”

“Yes.” Xu Wang immediately nodded.

Chi Zhuolin tucked his helmet under his arm, smiling innocently and unguardedly. “I’m also going to find him. I’ll lead the way for you.”

Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, and Kuang Jinxin exchanged glances, all feeling uncertain, suspecting that things wouldn’t be so straightforward.

Moreover, the Chi Zhuolin they knew, a mature man who handled matters appropriately, had suddenly turned into a sweet, innocent boy, which was quite unsettling.

He and this wilted garden seemed to share a blurry, eerie quality.

Before the companions could respond, Chi Zhuolin had already walked ahead.

The three hesitated—to follow or not? If they didn’t, this might be their only chance to find Chi Yingxue. But Qian Ai was still outside the door!

As Chi Zhuolin moved further away, the three made a decision and followed him. Their mission was to find Chi Yingxue, not necessarily all together. As long as each team member was within the level, even if only one of them found Chi Yingxue, the whole team would succeed.

Lao Qian, hang in there!

Thinking their teammate was still fighting outside, the three mentally cheered for Classmate Qian and quickly followed Chi Zhuolin’s steps.

“No friends have ever come to look for him before. Hmph, he secretly made friends and didn’t tell me…”

It was apparent that Chi Zhuolin was in a good mood, walking ahead of the three, heading deeper into the veranda. His steps were light as he constantly talked about his brother in a tone that, despite sounding like teasing, was full of affection.

“But it’s good that he made friends.” He suddenly turned back and smiled gratefully at the three. “I usually live at school and rarely come home. When I do, I have to study this and that, attend social engagements, and participate in various activities. I hardly have any time to play with him…”

In just a few sentences, a life shaped from a young age to be a successor was outlined.

Xu Wang knew that in such families, children are often sent to private elite schools, and full boarding is common. But if the older brother was raised this way, shouldn’t the younger brother be as well? Even if not groomed as a successor, it couldn’t be that one gets an elite education while the other is left to play.

Yet, from Chi Zhuolin’s tone, “playing” seemed to be his younger brother’s main occupation…

“He’s been sickly and hasn’t gone to school. We always have tutors come home to teach him.” Chi Zhuolin looked at Xu Wang, smiling.

Xu Wang was startled. Could Chi Zhuolin hear his thoughts?

Wu Sheng and Kuang Jinxin, unaware of the context, found Chi Zhuolin’s sudden statement quite abrupt.

But if they disregarded the strange context and focused on the statement itself, Chi Yingxue was sickly and hadn’t been to school? So how old is he here…

“Ten years old,” Chi Zhuolin said naturally.

Wu Sheng: “……”

Kuang Jinxin: “……”

Now they understood the shock in Xu Wang’s eyes just now—Chi Zhuolin could hear their thoughts.

And just then, Chi Zhuolin revealed a second piece of information—Chi Yingxue was only ten years old.

How messy.

If Chi Zhuolin could indeed hear their thoughts, he should know that they were on a mission, so why was there no reaction? And if Chi Yingxue was really just ten years old, then how could Mrs. Chen recognize him from the photo…

Wu Sheng rubbed his temples, exhaling deeply with difficulty.

This world was without order. Any attempt to make sense of it was shattered in the next moment without warning.

The veranda seemed endlessly long, as if one could never reach its end. At some point, fog appeared, making the already dim manor even more blurred.

Walking along, Xu Wang suddenly turned back, startling Kuang Jinxin behind him. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing,” Xu Wang said, looking around and shaking his head before turning back.

He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like someone was watching them from some unseen place behind them.

A gust of cool air passed through the veranda, and Kuang Jinxin suddenly smelled a faint sweet scent, murmuring subconsciously, “Oranges?”


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Midnight Owl Ch134

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 134: The Floral-Pendant Gate

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense. Seeing the situation, Mrs. Chen, almost in tears, hurriedly stepped in front of the four companions and spoke softly to the gardener. “Master Peng, they are all young master’s friends. Let’s talk this out…”

The gardener’s temper flared, and he swept his pruning shears towards Mrs. Chen’s shoulder. Although he didn’t really “cut”, the force was enough to push Mrs. Chen aside.

Mrs. Chen staggered a few steps, nearly falling over.

The companions tensed up, and Xu Wang immediately said, “What skill is there in bullying Mrs. Chen? Come at us!”

Mrs. Chen saw that the situation was escalating instead of calming down. Just as she was about to speak again, a heavy hand pressed down on her shoulder.

It was Driver Zhang.

He didn’t make any excessive gestures; he just patted her shoulder, silently exerting an invisible pressure. “Mrs. Chen, don’t forget, you are paid by Mr. Chi.”

His voice was deep, even emitting a hint of coldness—a stark contrast to the warm and hospitable Driver Zhang from before.

Mrs. Chen’s lips trembled slightly, but she couldn’t utter another word.

Eventually, she left silently. The look she gave as she left contained apologies and a sense of helplessness.

Driver Zhang watched Mrs. Chen leave, then turned around, leaning against the door frame, quietly watching the room, as if certain that the gardener alone could handle the four of them.

“The nagging one is finally gone.” Gardener Peng comfortably sighed, digging his ear with his free hand.

Qian Ai and Kuang Jinxin, hidden behind the sofa, secretly readied their stationeries—[(Offense) Money Dart] and [(Offense) Dangerous Slingshot]!

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng were still observing. They were ready for battle, but how to fight this battle depended on the other party making the first move.

Suddenly, Driver Zhang stepped back from leaning against the door frame to standing outside the door. The next second, the pruning shears Gardener Peng was carrying on his shoulder began to grow.

The shears, already much larger than ordinary ones, swelled to the size of a person, standing as tall as Gardener Peng himself!

Gardener Peng shifted from carrying them with one hand to holding them with both, swiftly opening the blades and viciously cutting towards the four companions!

The enormous pruning shears didn’t need Gardener Peng to move forward; their length was enough to cut all four of them in one go!

The four companions split up, two to the left and two to the right, all diving to the ground as the blade swept over their heads, cutting the air with a “snap”!

Qian Ai was the first to get up, throwing his arm with flair like a master of hidden weapons from a martial arts novel!

In an instant, he threw a brand new hundred-yuan note from his palm. The thin, nearly sharp bill charged towards Gardener Peng’s face with murderous intent!

Gardener Peng was momentarily stunned but quickly raised the pruning shears to block!

Qian Ai was bewildered from the moment he threw the [Money Dart]. He thought it would be the conventional kind made from coins, not actual hundred-yuan notes! Throwing these bills was like attacking the enemy while stabbing his own heart!

The bill collided with the pruning shears, producing a crisp metallic “clang”!

The obstructed [Money Dart] gracefully landed on the ground, still looking like a thin paper note in mid-air.

After defending, Gardener Peng immediately went on the offensive, targeting Qian Ai with his gigantic shears!

Qian Ai, repeating his earlier move, dove to the ground and rolled towards the corner where the fish tank was!

Gardener Peng tried to follow but suddenly couldn’t move. Looking down, he found his shoe stuck in a puddle of glue, so strong that it couldn’t be pulled free no matter how hard he tried!

[Owl: Someone used [(Defense) Immovable*] on you~~]

*(寸步难行) Idiom referring to being unable to move even a single step. Metaphorically, it could refer to a difficult situation.

Qian Ai caught his breath and gratefully glanced at his tactician, who had come to his aid.

At the same time, Kuang Jinxin, who had been aiming with his [Dangerous Slingshot] for a while, took advantage of Gardener Peng’s distraction to let loose the stretched slingshot!

A sharp pebble whizzed through the air but missed by an inch, grazing Gardener Peng’s leg and hitting the door frame.

Kuang Jinxin was deeply annoyed. If Chi Yingxue had used this weapon, he would have hit the target every time!

“It seems I underestimated you.” Driver Zhang, who had been watching from outside, took off his coat to reveal his muscular physique. He slowly entered the room, approaching the single sofa, bent down, and lifted it with both hands. Without hesitation, he hurled it towards Wu Sheng and Xu Wang!

The two instinctively ran to the side!

The sofa crashed down heavily, breaking many floorboards!

At the same time, Gardener Peng opened the pruning shears, placed them at the sticky spot where his shoe and the glue were stuck, and forcefully cut through the glue, freeing himself!

His first move was to lunge at Qian Ai, aiming for his neck with the shears!

Qian Ai dodged quickly, and the blade instead hit the fish tank behind him, shattering it with a loud “bang”!

Broken glass, murky water, along with the tadpoles and the frog in the tank, all spilled onto the floor, creating a scene of tadpoles struggling on their hind legs around Qian Ai’s feet!

Qian Ai felt nauseous.

In the next moment, those tadpoles began to grow forelimbs! Right on the wet floor, they developed front legs, their tails shrank, and they turned into small frogs! Several of them hopped directly onto Qian Ai’s foot!

Seeing this, the other three companions fighting with the driver also felt a chill.

Qian Ai felt like he was going crazy. He shook his legs, trying to fling them off!

Wu Sheng, who had just dodged a punch from the driver, flashed the thought of using [(Offense) Bolt from the Blue] from his [Stationary Box] but decided against it.

This weapon, unlike the dart or slingshot, was difficult to control in terms of its lethality and range.

If everything happening now had some “feeling resonance” with Chi Yingxue in the darkroom, what if the weapon’s effects were too broad and the lethality went out of control, causing actual harm to Chi Yingxue?

Even with only a one in ten thousand chance, he couldn’t risk it on his own team members.

“Squeak—”

In the midst of the chaos, the sound of the door opening was still distinctly heard by everyone.

The sound came from the courtyard outside the door, which only had one entrance, the floral-pendant gate* leading to the inner house.

*It’s a type of door inside the courtyard of ancient Chinese buildings where the eaves column doesn’t touch the ground and hangs under the eaves. It’s usually painted in the form of petals, so it’s called the “hanging flower gate”.

The four companions were startled, unsure what this new development meant.

Then, they heard that mocking voice again, excited for the drama—

[Owl: The person is in the inner house. You only have one chance. The gate will close in fifteen seconds. Don’t miss it~~]

The four exchanged looks and, without words, saw the same decision in each other’s eyes—go!

They had to enter the inner house; Chi Yingxue was there, and the “east wing room” indicated by the badge manual was there too!

Wu Sheng, avoiding the incoming pruning shears, decisively activated [(Defense) Light as a Feather*]!

*Flying over grass (草上飞) It’s a phrase originally refers to skill in running where one moves so fast that it looks as if they’re flying over the grass. Later, it was exaggerated and misunderstood, and it became something like “feet not touching the ground”.

As the prompt sounded, he felt lighter, as if he was on a magnetic levitation!

But soon he frowned—this defense stationery could only be used by him alone!

With no time to waste, he quickly grabbed Xu Wang, the closest to him, and carried him on his shoulder, speeding out of the house towards the floral-pendant gate, so fast that the driver and the gardener couldn’t react!

Xu Wang felt dizzy, thinking he was being pulled back to reality, but realizing he was being carried by Wu Sheng, the next second he landed on the ground. Wu Sheng pushed him into the open gate. “Hold the door. I’ll get the others!”

Twelve seconds left.

The open floral-pendant gate was slowly closing.

Xu Wang immediately braced it with both hands, trying to resist the gate’s closing force, but it was futile. He used all his strength, yet the door kept closing at its own pace.

Wu Sheng turned back to get the others, only to see Qian Ai and Kuang Jinxin already rushing out!

He quickly picked up Kuang Jinxin and returned!

Eight seconds left.

After delivering Kuang Jinxin inside, he turned to get Qian Ai but collided with Driver Zhang!

Driver Zhang threw a punch with force!

Wu Sheng leaned back, dodging the attack!

He hadn’t noticed when the driver got behind him!

Qian Ai had already been pinned down by the gardener, who was straddling him and trying to stab downward with pruning shears. Qian Ai, however, was firmly grasping the gardener’s wrist, preventing him from succeeding!

Qian Ai’s face turned bright red from exerting all his strength, knowing well that time was running out. Yet, when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Wu Sheng was still outside the door.

“Don’t worry about me. Get inside quickly—” Qian Ai shouted this with the last bit of his energy.

As he shouted, he lost some of his strength, and the tip of the pruning shears got even closer to his eyeball.

Five seconds left.

Wu Sheng gathered his energy, pushed off the ground like a bullet, and knocked the gardener off Qian Ai, grabbing… Well, he grabbed his teammate and ran towards the floral-pendant gate!

Qian Ai couldn’t keep up with his speed, almost losing his shoes!

Three seconds left.

Only enough space for one person to squeeze through remained in the gate!

Driver Zhang suddenly blocked the entrance!

Wu Sheng cursed inwardly. Inside, Kuang Jinxin and Xu Wang spontaneously kicked the driver’s backside!

Driver Zhang stumbled forward, and in a split second, Wu Sheng maneuvered around him with Qian Ai!

Finally, they reached the gate.

Wu Sheng entered, trying to pull Qian Ai in, but couldn’t.

Turning back, he saw only a narrow gap in the door, outside which Qian Ai was held back by Driver Zhang.

“Don’t worry. I’ll find a way to rejoin you.”

Through the gap, Qian Ai assured his teammates with determination.

In the last moment, he forcefully grabbed Wu Sheng’s hand on him, pushing it inside!

Time’s up.

The floral-pendant gate closed tightly; not even a sliver of wind passed through.

A punch flew at him from behind.

Qian Ai, without looking, threw a heavy punch back at his attacker!

Driver Zhang stumbled backward, sitting on the ground. Qian Ai was about to pounce when he felt an itch on his leg.

Looking down, he rolled up his trouser leg to find a young frog clinging to his calf, which croaked softly upon being discovered.

Qian Ai felt dizzy, then everything went black as he lost consciousness.

……

Inside the floral-pendant gate, the three companions tried everything to break it open—brute force, stationery, all to no avail. They couldn’t climb the wall to look back, as there seemed to be an invisible ceiling blocking them, just like the Moonlight Maze in 4/23.

Exhausted, they leaned against the door.

Before them lay the inner house’s garden, with flowers, grass, and trees—all lifeless.

The grass had yellowed, the flowers wilted, and the trees had dried up.

But everything remained in that moment of withering: the yellow grass lay flat, colorless flowers drooped, and dry leaves hung densely on the branches, obscuring the gloomy sky.

Xu Wang looked at everything before him with an indescribable feeling.

No household’s yard would be like this.

Just as no household would have no lights, keep tadpoles in a fish tank, or have a gardener whose pruning shears could enlarge.

This wasn’t a recreation of memories.

Like Kuang Jinxin’s dream in the dark room, this place was Chi Yingxue’s imagination, or rather, his consciousness world, blending reality with fantasy.

The hell of the mind.

They were in Chi Yingxue’s mind.

They were facing the hell constructed for them by Chi Yingxue’s memories and pain.


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Full Server First Kill Ch141

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 141: An Unexpected Crisis

“Lord Eugene.”

In a dark alley, Knight Marion performed a simple courtesy. “The situation of the offerings for this ‘Oracle Sacrifice’ was investigated by us yesterday.”

“The Church won’t replenish the offerings on the Isle of Wails this time. They are cooperating with slave traders at the border and have issued special tasks to some Demons. Unfortunately, they are acting in a scattered and secretive manner, and we have only identified two cooperating slave traders.”

“This is the territory of the heretical church, and time is limited, so it’s not your fault.”

Eugene was dressed in the most common black and gray cotton robes of the area, with his cheeks hidden in the shadow of his hat.

Usually, a chaotic organization like the Eternal Church wouldn’t prey on its own for offerings. This time was an exception. To secure the support of Gratice, they needed to act even more covertly.

Sister Fischer being abducted by Demons seemed all too reasonable now. A sufficient blood sacrifice was needed either way, and sacrificing Temple nuns was certainly better than targeting the local populace. If it weren’t for Saint Bernard and himself keeping watch, the other nuns would likely be in danger too.

Knight Eugene pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on.

Both sides knew that the Temple couldn’t maintain this high level of surveillance for long. The Eternal Church not only didn’t plan to postpone the sacrifice but also intended to advance it. This indicated that the Church highly valued this Oracle Sacrifice, making the investigation more dangerous than ever.

“Have you seen this lady?” Eugene projected an image of Sister Fischer into the void.

“An Evergreen Nun?” Marion frowned slightly. “No, I haven’t. I’m incompetent. I’ve only seen the slaves that were bought.”

“She is a child under the Sister Nun, recently abducted by Demons in White Salt Village.”

Eugene dispelled the magical illusion. “Sister Holly is now in Ice Rock City, insisting on participating in this investigation… Marion Averill, I remember you were taught by Sister Holly when you were an Evergreen Nun?”

“Yes,” Marion said, somewhat flattered.

Knight Eugene was younger than her, and she hadn’t expected him to remember such details.

“You’re in charge of investigating the sacrifices. Since she was your mentor, why not pay her a visit along the way?” Eugene smiled. “In my view, you’re more suited to communicate with the nuns than I am.”

Marion paused for a few seconds, hesitating. “You mean…”

She was on a mission. Knight Eugene was always approachable, but on normal days, he would at most suggest she meet her mentor after the mission, never during it.

“You will have more topics to discuss, right? Like common memories, similar experiences… I will assist you with the investigation of the sacrifices, so it won’t delay the important matters.”

Eugene’s smile was unwavering.

“Understood!” Marion lowered her head, her reply firm.

As an Investigation Knight from the Fifth Brigade and a former student of Sister Holly, no one was more suitable than her for this delicate task.

Captain Eugene clearly had doubts about the identity of “Sister Holly”.

……

Two streets away.

Knight Saint Bernard hid his face in his hood, his tail dangling under the heavy cotton robe. Judging by his silhouette, he resembled a tall, robust human male.

There were too many humans here. The village chief had said that when humans outnumber you, it’s easier to move around with your face hidden. Saint Bernard firmly believed the village chief of Sheepskin Ball Village was always right.

From under the shadow of his hood, Saint Bernard inhaled the air, sniffing the city’s scents.

He smelled buttered and salted baked buns, the slightly charred fat on roast meat, sizzling pickled fish on a hot plate, and apples with a hint of alcohol…

He smelled human sweat, bad breath, frozen excrements, rotting meat and tubers, sprouting potatoes…

The scents here were far more complex than in Sheepskin Ball Village, drying out Saint Bernard’s nose. He preferred searching for targets in the clean snow mountains over finding someone in such a place.

Suddenly, he caught a familiar scent.

It was somewhat like boom fish, yet too light, mixed with a slightly bitter, complex medicinal smell—the scent of Sister Fischer!

Saint Bernard’s spirits lifted.

He continued to sniff the cold wind. Sister Fischer’s scent was intermittent, coming in and out, like a bit of straw in a flood of sewage. His head began to ache from the effort.

But she was a guest of Sheepskin Ball Village. Saint Bernard sprayed some protective spray on his nose, carefully licked his nostrils, and devoted himself to sniffing once more.

The scent broke off near the city center.

Knight Saint Bernard rubbed his dry, sore nose, looking towards the massive building complex ahead. He knew this was a gathering place for bad humans, the largest Eternal Church on the continent of Tahe.

But there were so many rooms. Whether above ground or below, the complex and chaotic scents were overwhelming. The area was too vast, making it impossible to pinpoint Sister Fischer’s location. How was he to rescue her?

Saint Bernard was anxious, pacing around a streetlamp.

The village chief had said to never approach the Eternal Church. But the village chief also said to never neglect any guest… What to do…

Should he get closer to check? He pondered, hoping it would be alright just to verify the scent trail.

He pulled his hood lower, his paws tucked into his pockets, and headed towards the Immortal Church, looking suspiciously out of place.

Unfortunately, Saint Bernard was unaware of the complexities of human disguises. He was just focused on sniffing, finding no scent, no scent, until—

“Who’s there?” A shadow flashed at his feet. An Immortal Knight blocked his path.

“I-I’m lost,” Saint Bernard said nervously, his tail hanging straight down. “I need to use the restroom. Do you know where the nearest one is?”

The Immortal Knight scoffed. His sword flashed, and Saint Bernard felt a chill on his scalp—his hood was slashed to pieces.

“Ouch!” Saint Bernard quickly retreated, his paws protecting his nearly cut ears.

“You’re not welcome here, dog-headed beastman.” The voice of the Immortal Knight came from behind the helmet, colder than the city’s wind. “Come again, and I’ll make a carpet out of your fur.”

‘This threat was too cruel,’ Saint Bernard thought angrily.

He bared his teeth at the knight and ran off quickly—better to report Sister Fischer’s situation to the friendly guests first. At least her scent didn’t include the stench of corpses. He knew she was still alive.

Just returning near the inn, Saint Bernard saw Sister Teesti.

Their lodging wasn’t low-grade and was surrounded by upscale shops. To the left of the inn was a small flower shop. Ordinary for most cities, but in Gratice, where even leafy vegetables needed to be traded with Shiva, flowers were an absolute luxury.

Petite Teesti squatted in front of a large bunch of blue roses, her long hair flowing like golden threads over her cotton robe. She stared at the bouquet as if trying to burn holes in the petals with her gaze.

Saint Bernard curiously approached. “Sister Teesti?”

“Ah, good knight, you’re back.” Teesti blinked, a bit surprised by her response. Her eyes quickly scanned the slashed hood.

“I caught the scent of Sister Fischer. We’ll tell everyone together later.”

Saint Bernard puffed out his chest, lowering his voice nervously. “But you, coming out like this is dangerous. There might be Demons nearby… Speaking of which, where is Miss Noli?”

In his view, the two nuns were inseparable, hardly ever apart.

“Noli’s a bit tired so she’s sleeping inside,” Teesti whispered. “I just wanted to look at the flowers. I won’t go far.”

“Oh…” Saint Bernard squatted beside Teesti, curiously sniffing the scent of the flowers. Then, he quickly turned his head, letting out a massive sneeze.

Such a strong scent! How do humans enjoy this? He couldn’t understand.

But Sister Teesti was looking so intently. There must be something special about it, Saint Bernard thought seriously. He continued to squat beside Teesti, looking at the flowers.

“Knight Saint Bernard.” Teesti breathed into her hands, producing a puff of white steam. “As knights, do you have special protection targets?”

Huh? Saint Bernard blinked, looking at Teesti in confusion.

“To you, are we, like Sister Fischer, important charges? So you would do everything to protect and help us.” Teesti mumbled to the flowers. “…Reminds me of someone I know, even though he’s not a knight.”

Girl, flowers, “him”. Got it!’ Knight Saint Bernard thought confidently. The village chief had taught him that this must be a topic of human love!

Sister Teesti must be troubled. He needed to respond seriously.

“We certainly have special protection targets!” Saint Bernard wagged his tail. “Compared to the guests of the Sheepskin Ball Village, parents, spouses, and children are definitely more important. The weight of responsibility is different.”

Teesti was still staring at the flowers. “How can you differentiate? To me, it looks like you’re almost stupidly… I mean, warm, towards everyone.”

“For example, if it’s Fischer you lost, you would search with all your might. If it’s a family member, you would still search with all your might. There’s no difference.”

‘Right, what a tough question.’ Saint Bernard’s tail slowly drooped.

“…It’s different.” He stammered. “We know in our hearts, it’s different.”

“I know I am special enough in his heart, and I know we won’t be separated. But it still feels wrong. It doesn’t feel right.”

Teesti propped up one cheek, and her voice became a bit muffled. “It’s a strange sense of emptiness. I don’t know what to fill it with. It really bothers me.”

The indestructible master-servant relationship, the most solid mental reliance, the unique imprint of memories… Nol’s love and desire.

He cast them into chains, made them into bridges, and did everything he could. Yet, there’s always one step between them. A polite step, a rational step.

An inexplicable sense of loss.

Teest detested this kind of loss. It unsettled him—he could see it right in front of him, always wanting to do something, yet having no idea what to do.

Hell, he was even talking about this with a beastman. He must be really crazy, Teest thought. But at least beastmen were a bit better than Painter, so let it be.

Saint Bernard stared blankly, completely not understanding what this human was talking about. What’s going on? Are human love topics this complicated?

“He could have been a bit more forceful with me. I’ve said, I allowed him to plunder me.”

Teesti sighed in frustration. “But he’s always like that, perfectly nice to everyone. If I didn’t know him better, I would suspect he’s of the same species as you.”

Saint Bernard: “……” For some reason, he felt that wasn’t a compliment.

“I don’t understand,” he said with a whimper. “Sorry, we never worry about these things—even-even though treating family members looks similar to treating guests, we just know it’s different.”

“I love my family, and I know my family loves me a lot.” He cautiously added, “I love my guests, but guests can have any attitude. We are prepared for that. We don’t care… It’s definitely not completely the same, right?”

Sister Teesti was silent.

Saint Bernard tensed up, fearing the fragile nun would start crying. But strangely, Teesti’s eyes didn’t even redden. She just remained silent for a long time.

“Yes.” After a long while, she spoke again. “I’ve changed my mind. You are much more useful than the old fox.”

Saint Bernard: “…Huh?”

What fox? He didn’t smell any fox.

While Knight Saint Bernard was still dazed, Teesti stood up, patting the skirt of her cotton robe.

“I want this bunch of blue roses,” she said cheerfully, pulling out a gold coin from her pocket.

She quickly got the bouquet. The nun hugged the flowers, freeing one hand to pat Saint Bernard’s head. Finally, she raised her index finger to her lips.

“Keep my love troubles a secret, okay, good knight?”

“Of course!” Saint Bernard immediately put his confusion aside, his tail wagging again. “Then I’ll go report to Sister Holly first.”

The moment Saint Bernard’s figure disappeared, Teesti’s “girlish expression” vanished without a trace. He held the bouquet high, covering most of his face with the blue flowers.

‘So that’s how it is.’ He thought he understood the source of that sense of loss—

Nol knew “the Mad Monk won’t give love”.

Nol was a smart and rational person, not blindly chasing after something non-existent. So there was that one step distance, stopping at the right point.

No matter how special he was or how sincere Nol’s feelings were, there would always be a step’s distance between them.

Because that was the “distance of a guest”.

Because they “do not love each other”.

Teest returned to the room with the bouquet, decorating it on Nol’s side of the bedhead.

Maybe he had vaguely realized this all along, Teest thought.

Even seeing this unsolvable situation clearly, even though his goal had long been achieved. For some reason, he still couldn’t accept that step… What should he do about it?

“Teest, look at this.”

Flames ignited. Nol stepped out of the void, holding a breastplate. “I succeeded.”

The unmanned glacier and Gratice were both blind spots for surveillance. From any perspective, this “temporary equipment modification” could be considered a complete success.

Teest sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Nol for two seconds, then stood up. “Breastplate?”

“I’ve merged the shield and armor together. This type of light armor is more convenient for movement and can also be hidden under clothes.” Nol excitedly displayed the “Seeker’s” attributes. “How about it? Do you like it?”

Teest weighed the strange armor in his hands. It was light and thin and looked pure white as snow, yet it flowed with the unique cold aura of corruption. With just a little power injected, it obediently adjusted its shape, as if it were a part of the body.

This was the armor Nol personally made for him—the most suitable armor for him.

In the past, he would have been ecstatic about such a wonderful acquisition and would have praised his adorable God on the spot. At this moment, however, Teest felt something was a bit…

“…Heavy,” he muttered silently.

“Hm?” Nol watched his reaction, curiously leaning in. “Do you not like this style, or is there something unreasonable about its appearance—”

“No, it’s perfect. I didn’t expect it to be so perfect.” Teest caressed the edge of the breastplate. “I was just thinking if I could make it even more perfect.”

Nol’s eyes lit up. “Then why not give it a try?”

Teest examined the armor inside and out, then took off his shirt on the spot, not even leaving his undershirt on.

The smooth, thin breastplate clung to Teest’s body contours, automatically adjusting its size. Its rounded edges touched the skin without causing any pain or discomfort. It lay quietly on his chest, as if it was an exoskeleton that had always existed.

Teest put his clothes back on. Just by looking at the shape of his body, it was completely invisible that he was wearing a breastplate.

“Not bad. Excellent concealment.”

Nol nodded satisfactorily with a flush on his face and a hint of excitement, obviously in a very good mood.

Teest touched the location of his chest. Even if a dragon tried to pierce him with its horn, it couldn’t penetrate this layer of defense. Once power filled the circuit, the armor became somewhat warm, like an embrace.

“Thank you, Nol,” he said with a smile. “I really like it.”

“Not ‘praise you’? Where’s your devotion?” Nol joked, his attention now drawn to the blue roses by the bed. “You can even buy flowers here, and they’re quite fresh.”

“Do you like them?”

“Of course! Are they for me?” Nol raised an eyebrow.

“Mm, but this isn’t enough for a return gift—your gift is really too great.” Teest, as usual, clung to Nol, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck. “I’ll try to find a proper way to respond.”

Nol shrugged, feeling the warm body behind him. “It’s not a transaction. There’s no need to be so precise.”

“Transaction? You think too highly of me.” Teest’s lips brushed against the skin on Nol’s neck. “I just want to live a bit more joyfully, you know.”

Nol shook his head with a smile. He was about to say something when he suddenly grabbed Teest’s arm. “Eugene and Marion’s presence.”

“The female knight from last time.” Teest recalled for two seconds.

“They’re coming this way.” Nol nodded, speaking solemnly. “Let’s go and meet up with Painter first.”

……

The two False Gods were still a step too late.

When they entered Painter’s room, there were already three figures seated as guests—Knight Saint Bernard was seriously eating pastries, Knight Eugene had a smile on, and there was a girl dressed as a commoner.

Nol remembered the girl’s face. It was indeed Marion, the knight they had encountered during The Manor incident, one of Eugene’s right-hand men.

Knowing Mr. Eugene was the Chosen One of Anstis, Nol found it a bit difficult to look directly at this zealot.

Speaking of which, wasn’t Eugene very troubled by their “insistence on participating in the investigation”? Why had he suddenly become so proactive and even specifically sought them out?

“Who is this sister?” Sister Teesti leaned on Noli’s arm, curiously asking.

“Just call me Marion. I was taught by Sister Holly when I was still an Evergreen Sister.” Knight Marion smiled at the two “adorable juniors”.

Nol managed to smile back as naturally as possible.

Damn it, a familiar face has arrived!

His gaze shifted to Painter, who was calmly drinking tea—Eugene was obviously suspicious of them. A school nun and an Evergreen Sister in her charge that had lived and eaten together for years—who knew how many “stories impossible for outsiders to know” among them.

Even with Painter’s excellent acting skills, it was impossible to fake these kinds of details. Continuing this conversation, this guy was definitely going to slip up. Now they were just short of dealing with the Oracle Sacrifice, were they going to clash with the Temple at this juncture?

…What to do?


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Teest’s sweet and sour love troubles, only Saint Bernard’s world is wounded (not really


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Full Server First Kill Ch140

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 140: New Work

Ice Rock City Inn, the double room of Sister Noli and Teesti.

Teest decisively combined two single beds into a double bed, then sprawled across the center of the bed, pretending to be a human-shaped tape that stuck the two beds together.

In front of him, the communication crystal flickered non-stop.

“It was my lack of consideration. I didn’t report all the information.” On the other side of the communication crystal, Fischer said cautiously, “Demons are hard to kill. I thought… cough cough.”

He thought they had thoroughly interrogated Crimson. After all, they never asked Fischer related questions. By the desk, Nol helplessly patted his face.

“Stop beating around the bush. Get to the point,” Teest said impatiently.

“Regarding you, the Pope indeed issued two oracles—” Fischer hurriedly tightened his tone. It was evident he was sitting very upright.

“The diamond hidden in the vineyard, the gold buried under the snow. God smiles upon the favored lineage, and he has witnessed this smile for seven years. The world should be careful. He will bring endless destruction and chaos.”

“Following the river of fate, returning to the land of ashes. Walking through the chaotic times and corpses of Demons—the darkness in his soul remains. His hands can slay everything, and he will follow the God of his choice.”

High Priest Fischer said word by word, afraid the two on the other side couldn’t hear clearly.

“What is this?” Teest directly interrupted the communication, flopping down. “I thought there would be more exciting content, but it’s all things already known. That old fox is really good at making things mysterious.”

Nol casually wrote down the two oracles, the tip of his pen dotting on the parchment.

Now it seemed, the oracles were more straightforward than he thought. The first oracle seemed nonsensical, but actually provided many key points—

The Chosen One was in Grape Collar and nearby areas, with ancient lineage, aged seven.

The diamond and gold not only hinted at the Flama family, who were in the jewelry business, but also represented Teest’s hair and eye color. As long as Teest was confirmed as the “inauspicious White Demon”, “endless chaos and destruction” could also be explained.

The Chosen One captured by the Eternal Church would definitely be transformed into a Supplement Demon. Not dying from the potion transformation—it basically confirmed they caught the right person.

Teest’s second oracle was even more direct.

It explicitly indicated Teest’s time travel, returning to the burnt-down church in Grape Collar, participating in killing Demons. Afterward, Teest received the “King of Eternal Sleep”, following him, the God of Creation, which also matched the content of the oracle.

No wonder Painter was interested in the ending of the oracle.

As it stood, regardless of where the oracle came from, it was destined to be fulfilled in some way.

The pen tip ignited a blue fire, and the parchment with Teest’s oracle was burned to ashes by Nol.

Thank heavens, Teest’s oracle didn’t mention anything bad. At least not like the deceased Priest Bonds, who carried the bad ending of “dying under God’s gaze”.

As for “bringing endless chaos and destruction”…

Nol couldn’t help but turn his face. Teest switched to lying on his back, limbs spread out. He instantly noticed Nol’s gaze, conveniently lifted his face, wearing his signature innocent smile.

…Forget it. He would take good care of his knight.

…He didn’t want to hold hostility towards Teest over such vague stuff.

Nol’s mind hadn’t finished turning, yet his body had already leaned forward, kissing Teest’s forehead. The latter stretched his body lazily towards Nol, swapping the position of his forehead for his lips.

Mr. Demon King intended to stop at a light taste, but then the back of his head was firmly held by two hands, his breath tinged with the scent of honey apple juice.

Nol simply closed his eyes, focusing on enjoying the kiss. With deep kisses and light pants, Nol’s body leaned lower and lower. The homemade necklace slid out from the collar, and the wedding ring clinked against the key and the tri-colored bead, making a jingling sound.

The sweet and intense kiss suddenly stopped. Nol opened his eyes in confusion. For a moment, he thought his gaze was reflected back by those golden eyes—somehow, Teest looked equally puzzled.

Maybe it was the Mad Monk’s fickleness again. Nol took the opportunity to sit up, wiping his slightly swollen lips.

Nol: “We…”

“I just remembered, there’s something I haven’t finished saying to Fischer Reginald,” Teest suddenly said. “We need to finalize the action plan first. I don’t want to be distracted by this.”

As soon as the words fell, he activated the communication crystal again, as if fleeing from something.

The communication crystal hadn’t lit up for the second time before Fischer immediately connected. “Yes, My Lord. Do you have new instructions?”

Nol: “……”

No wonder gods like zealots. They are too useful.

“We’re going to infiltrate the Oracle Sacrifice. You arrange it,” Teest ordered bluntly.

Fischer hesitated several times. “My Lord, I indeed obtained the qualification to assist in the sacrifice. But, if I may be so bold, even if you are interested in the Oracle Sacrifice, I wouldn’t recommend both of you getting involved.”

“What do you mean?” Nol lay down beside Teest, curiously interjecting.

“Before every winter solstice, the Pope needs to depart from Ice Rock City, heading to the altar in the Claw Scar Mountains,” Fischer patiently explained. “Usually we would take the route from Gratice—Isle of Wails—Claw Scar Mountains, but this time…”

Nol spread out the map, and their heads came together.

The Kingdom of Alka was a huge island nation, located to the east of Gratice and Shiva. Separated from the continent by the Tears Strait, the Isle of Wails was in the middle of this strait, nominally belonging to Alka.

Normally, the Church would take a boat down the Tears Strait, picking up sacrifices at the Isle of Wails on the way, and taking the sea route to reach the Claw Scar Mountains near Old Gemino.

The Temple had been strictly monitoring the Kingdom of Alka recently… Thinking about it now, it was hard to say whether they were fully searching for the “Hero Team” or intentionally interfering with the Eternal Church’s Oracle Sacrifice.

“…This time we need to head south along the land route from Gratice—Shiva—Old Gemino’s coastal border.” Fischer continued, “This journey will be very tough. And even though I can assist in the sacrifice, I don’t have the qualifications to follow the Pope deep into the altar. He will definitely go alone. There’s no room for operation—unless he voluntarily abdicates, willing to teach the process to a new Pope.”

‘Indeed troublesome,’ Nol thought.

Zealots weren’t ordinary people, so they were difficult to coerce. This Pope was an old monster, so who knows what tricks he had up his sleeve. Moreover, the oracle concerned the secrets of the two gods, and there might be dangerous mechanisms…

“That means, there’s no rigid rule that ‘only one person can enter’ the altar,” Teest said.

“Uh, that’s correct…”

“Then it’s simple. We’ll follow the team.” Teest fiddled with the communication crystal. “You find an opportunity to swap identities with me—before the Pope acts alone, I’ll just kill him.”

Nol: “…?”

Fischer: “…?!”

“If I take him down, if successful, he can slip away with Fischer. If he really dies, I can control him for a while, letting him lead us into the altar.”

Teest shook his finger; his tone was so calm that it was chilling. “See, how simple that is.”

Fischer: “You…”

The Eternal Pope had lived too long. He never thought someone could kill this old bag. Teest’s words, indeed, could be realized. But, if the Pope suddenly disappeared, what would happen to this ancient and massive Church?

“Please reconsider. The Eternal Church will definitely lose control… and those Demons…” Fischer murmured.

“So what?” Teest replied without hesitation. He continued to play with the communication crystal, watching it roll around. “Do I look like I care about order?”

The round communication crystal rolled on the bed, held down by two pale fingers—Nol, with mixed feelings, picked it up and gently placed it back in front of Teest.

On the other side of the crystal, Fischer was completely silent. Nol could guess what he was thinking.

…The world should be careful. He will bring endless destruction and chaos.

Teest was smart. He surely knew the kind of chaos storm assassinating the Eternal Pope would bring in this tense situation. But he didn’t care—the Mad Monk never cared about these things.

Before, Nol always felt that Teest’s behavior was a bit odd. Today, he finally understood the subtleties.

The Mad Monk he first met would complain softly about his own pain, hiding the chaos in his heart. Now, Teest would secretly hide his wounds in front of him but no longer deliberately conceal his true nature.

A slight sting came from one side of his cheek. Nol turned his head, meeting Teest’s gaze.

From this angle, the hanging golden hair blocked most of Teest’s face. His golden eyes peered through the strands of hair, looking straight at Nol without blinking.

It wasn’t probing, just curiosity.

…His mad yet gentle knight.

Nol felt an urge to laugh. Teest, Painter, Eugene, Fischer… Apart from the neighbors, it seemed like everyone gathered around him was mad, each in their own flamboyant way.

Following the principle of “birds of a feather flock together”, maybe he himself was the biggest lunatic.

Nol let out a long sigh. “This plan has no major issues in its overall direction.”

Fischer: “You also—”

“But.” Nol cleared his throat. “I have two objections.”

Beside him, Teest tilted his head, his eyes widening slightly.

“First, I don’t want the Demons to get out of control, nor do I want trouble for the Eternal Church.”

Nol’s brain worked at full speed, crafting the next “plot”. “After everything is over, let the Pope announce ‘abdication in accordance with the oracle’. Fischer Reginald, you will be appointed as the next Pope.”

Fischer: “Ah?”

Isn’t this person taking the crafting of oracles too comfortably?

The position of Pope, which he had yearned for for decades, was now set as if it were a joke?

“Once you’re in position, use the name of the oracle to reign in the actions of the Eternal Church—stop all human sacrifices, creating Supplement Demons, and so on. Don’t worry, the Eternal Son won’t bother about such trivial matters.”

The heavyweight Chosen One was snatched by mortals, yet Lord Anstis didn’t make a peep, let alone for a matter like this?

“As for the Demons, I will give them some harmless tasks to distract them,” Nol said, tapping his fingertips randomly on the blanket.

The Eternal Church had no way to restrain Demon Players, but Nol knew very well.

Those people sought power and also money. He could, through Fischer’s mouth, give them some treasure reward-focused, tough side missions to divert their attention from “slaughter leveling”.

“This…” Fischer swallowed. “To stop those things, we need an excuse.”

“The Demon King has been reborn, so thus the cycle of fate. The battle of the two gods is in the distant future, and God will return to His throne.”

Nol improvised an oracle on the spot. “…In short, under the guise of paralyzing the Temple, let them lie low and wait for the return of God.”

Fischer: “…Okay.”

You’re really enthusiastic about crafting oracles.

Half of his brain screamed, “This guy is too blasphemous,” while the other half screamed, “Worthy of whom my God follows.” Mr. Fischer’s head was filled with screams, but he could only voice his agreement.

Teest propped up one cheek, a smile appearing in his eyes. “I really like the way you manipulate the world… Alright, the first issue is successfully resolved! What about your second objection?”

Nol sighed, hanging up the communication. “My second objection is your safety.”

“Painter was Pope for only a few years. The Eternal Pope has been in position for over a hundred years. The Goddess of Life doesn’t care about Painter, but that doesn’t mean the Eternal Son doesn’t care about the old Pope. The assassination of the Pope, I will do it with you.”

Teest blinked, nodding after a few seconds.

“Also, hand over your weapons and armor.” Nol poked Teest’s shoulder. “I’ll see if there’s anything that can be improved.”

With multiple clanging sounds, the weapon “Betrayer”, shield “Curiosity”, and armor “Knight’s Will” were instantly piled up, neatly appearing in front of Nol.

Nol carefully wrapped them up. He took out Kando, directly connecting to the uninhabited glacier in the Cold Sea.

“I’ll be back before dawn,” he said.

The blue fire extinguished. Teest rolled on the bed. He lay at the intersection of the two beds, extending his right hand, palm towards the dim ceiling.

‘Something’s off,’ he thought.

Facing this entirely new field of “emotions”, Teest thought hard and finally came to the conclusion—

Nol stopped.

Nol always liked to consider a lot, from the future of the world to the safety of his kind to their relationship. Nol knew him too well, so he stopped a few steps away.

A safe and sweet distance, the most stable distance. Whether for the soft-hearted God of Creation or the loveless Mad Monk, this was the best choice.

Normally, the Mad Monk would indeed like this kind of stable balance.

But Teest didn’t like it.

Teest extended his left hand again. He raised both hands and reached towards the void, slowly tightening them.

“This won’t do,” he muttered, frowning in distress. “…Need to be closer.”

……

Above the uninhabited glacier.

“Why don’t you return to Paradise? It’s freezing here!” With no one around, Kando finally opened its eyes.

“I don’t want to give the Temple any clues.”

Nol exhaled a white breath—Teest’s knight trio set was spread out on the crystalline snow. Nol couldn’t help but stretch out his hand, gently tracing the outline of the armor.

“Alright, alright.” Kando grumbled. “Haa, I still prefer warmer places… What are you doing with that guy’s armor?”

“Modify it,” Nol said. “Their performance can’t keep up with Teest’s abilities. It’s inconvenient for him.”

He previously had no authority to significantly alter system items, but now with [Creator], he could try some experiments.

Kando: “Hey—he still needs protection? You two are almost as tough as dragon-hide monsters!”

Nol ignored Kando’s teasing. “It’s always good to have a backup plan.”

“That’s true.” Kando gave him a sideways glance. “Don’t say it. You two are progressing faster than I thought.”

Nol gave him a look as he took out a feather pen. He dipped the pen tip in his own blood, and with the magical glow, wrote rows of dense characters on the surface of the weapon.

As he expected, bottomless cheating mods won’t work. To strengthen the weapons, stronger materials had to be mixed in, like the blood of a False God.

The modification of the “Betrayer” went smoothly.

Considering Teest’s attack mode, Nol planned to enhance the “death”-related attributes, perfectly matching the profession. In less than an hour, the “Betrayer’s” attributes were transformed.

[Betrayer: This weapon can switch between two custom forms. Attributes grow with the owner’s level; the weapon has necromantic traits, +30% damage to living beings; when the level difference with the enemy is ≥ 10, the weapon can ignore [level difference] % of the enemy’s defense (up to 100%).

※This weapon can only be used by Teest.]

The last level difference reduction in defense took half of Nol’s blood to successfully add. Although he didn’t think the old Pope’s level would be higher than False God Teest… But, there was always a chance, right?

After strengthening, the “Betrayer” still looked battered and worn, but its color had faded a bit, like a layer of gray-white filter was added to it.

Following that, Nol hit a wall with the shield “Curiosity” and the armor “Knight’s Will.”

Modifying these two items felt awful in his hands. No matter how hard he tried, the outcomes were… excessively random. His ideal creations always ended in failure, then failure again.

Could it be that Teest’s soul is so uniquely dark that his belongings can only be enhanced with malicious attributes?

But both the armor and shield were meant for “protection”, so they could only be imbued with positive buffs. Taking a step back, “Curiosity” was made by Teest himself. It shouldn’t be this stubborn!

Soon, [Creator] had drained all of Nol’s mana. He sat down on the glacier, gasping for breath in frustration.

On the snow, “Knight’s Will” displayed a steely gray, silently narrating its refusal. “Curiosity” was slanted in the snow, looking exactly like a rough pot lid.

Infuriated to death, Nol pulled out “Curiosity”. He suddenly noticed that the feel of this shield was off—it had become much more fragile than when it was first made.

The core of this shield was made from bone material from the “Demon King’s Minions”. The corruption power within it vanished along with the Demon King, leaving empty magic circuits.

…But, it seemed like Teest could use the power of corruption?

Nol stroked his chin, decisively breaking down “Curiosity” into ancient silver and bone material—since Teest rarely used the shield, and “Knight’s Will” was also made of light ancient silver armor, it might as well be mixed together.

He mixed the remaining bone material with blood, blending it into the molten ancient silver, then he drew circuits of corruption power in the light armor. Although Nol couldn’t activate it, a mere replica was still doable.

This time, his approach was correct.

With meticulous drawing, the light armor gradually contracted and writhed, transforming into a new form.

It turned into a portable breastplate, made of bone-like silver, shimmering with the white of fresh snow. It lost the form of full-body armor, but its attributes were very pleasing, enough to protect Teest’s vital heart.

Teest, who loves light and convenient items, would definitely like it.

After a flash, the system named this new piece of armor.

[Seeker: God’s sole knight. You chase the truth, and the truth chases you.

※Jointly produced by Teest & Nol.]

Perfect.

In the gradually deepening night, Nol breathed a sigh of relief—if it hadn’t been successful, he would have had to restore the shield back to its original form.

The white breastplate shone in the shadows.

There was a strangely familiar feeling. It seemed like he had seen this item before, more than once.

…It must be an illusion.


The author has something to say:

Below, I’ve organized the oracles of the four Chosen Ones, not mentioning the already deceased Priest Bonds—

Teest: The world should be careful. He will bring endless destruction and chaos. His hands can slay everything, and he will follow the God of his choice.

Eugene: With a heart full of zeal, he will ascend the highest place and behead the False God with the sword of faith.

Fischer: He follows the Deepest Darkness and will witness the most glorious Eternity.

Former Pope of the Temple of Life, Painter: [Not disclosed]

The above is the core of the oracles (that is, the most valuable part of the prophecies); the complete oracles also have some clues pointing to identities. Please refer to Teest’s complete oracle (lol).

Since these characters are all confirmed, I won’t repeat parts related to “confirming identities”, only writing the core.


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Midnight Owl Ch133

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 133: Waiting

Chi Yingxue’s deepest nightmare lies in his home.

The four companions suddenly hesitated.

Here lay Xiao Xue’s greatest fear, perhaps also the secret he least wanted others to touch.

The man holding the car keys recovered first from his daze and asked further, “You’re here to see the young master?”

His prolonged tone of doubt brought Xu Wang’s attention back. He quickly conjured up a harmless smile. “We’re his friends, here to… hang out with him.”

Giving a vague answer, almost perfunctory, the man, now overly enthusiastic and happy, invited them into the house behind the chessboard table. “No friends of the young master have ever come over to play. Please come in and sit…”

“Hey.” The man with the pruning shears objected, his thin face drooping even longer. “We haven’t finished this game yet.”

Wu Sheng glanced at the chessboard and understood why the other was unhappy; the game was already one-sided, with the pruning shears brother sure to win.

“You, what’s more important, the game or the young master’s friends? Can’t you see what matters?” The driver scolded him, then turned back to the four, overflowing with enthusiasm. “I am Mr. Chi’s driver, surname Zhang. That’s Lao Peng, who messes with the plants*.”

*Double entendre. He’s using the idiom literally meaning to lust after flowers and grasses (拈花惹草) referring to chasing after women (a womanizer), but also referring to his occupation as a landscaper/gardener.

“Gardener,” the thin-faced man corrected, gritting his teeth.

The companions weren’t interested in their occupations; they were more concerned about the ‘Mr. Chi’ the driver mentioned.

Was it Chi Zhuolin or… Chi Yingxue’s father?

They had no way of determining this, as Chi Yingxue never mentioned his family. Their understanding of his social relations only included Chi Zhuolin. As for the family structure and the situation of his parents, they were completely clueless.

Driver Zhang didn’t listen to the gardener’s protest and directly opened the door, inviting the four inside.

Though it was a north-facing servant room, the inside was very tidy and spacious, furnished with a comfortable-looking sofa set and fresh fruits on the coffee table.

This was a guest room, which should look quite bright and spacious during the day.

But now, the lighting was as dark as outside—no, even darker. The faint moonlight seeping through the window reduced the brightness even further, forcing one to strain their eyes to see the floor and furniture without stumbling.

“Uh, Zhang Ge.” Qian Ai smiled politely at him, not sure if he could see clearly. “Can we turn on the lights in this room?”

“Oh.” Zhang Ge also smiled back apologetically. “I’m afraid not. There are no lights here.”

Qian Ai was stunned, doubting his ears. “No lights?”

Zhang Ge nodded, looking very natural as if it wasn’t an issue. “Yes, no lights.”

Xu Wang and Wu Sheng, who had just sat down on the sofa, exchanged glances, then Xu Wang leaned forward and asked politely, “Zhang Ge, is it just this room that has no lights, or is it everywhere…”

“The entire house has no lights.” Gardener Peng entered, sounding impatient, as if annoyed by the question.

The driver glared at him. “What’s wrong with you? When will you change your unpleasant temperament?”

Gardener Peng, instantly rebuffed upon opening his mouth, gave up on entering and turned back to the chess table outside, playing against himself!

The driver, having dealt with the gardener, sat down on the sofa opposite the four companions, putting on a hospitable smile. “Our house doesn’t have lights. At night, it should be dark.”

Xu Wang stared at him but couldn’t spot any flaws.

It wasn’t about being quirky or scaring people; he genuinely seemed to believe it, smiling like a friendly neighbor, every crow’s foot around his eyes radiating kindness.

But the more he acted like this, the chillier it felt.

In this world, which household doesn’t have lights? Even if there were such households, facing guests, one would know it’s not in line with social norms. It was unnatural to say it so casually, as if it was as ordinary as eating and drinking.

“A guest?” A woman’s voice came from the doorway.

The four companions looked up to see a middle-aged auntie who was dressed simply. She was slightly plump but appeared more approachable.

“Mrs. Chen, you’re just in time.” The driver immediately stood up, saying, “They are the young master’s friends. Please take care of them. I’ll go inform the young master.”

“Alright, you go ahead,” Mrs. Chen replied warmly, looking honest and sounding comforting.

As the driver left, Mrs. Chen got busy. “Please wait. I’ll go make some tea.”

Xu Wang wanted to say it wasn’t necessary, but before he could speak, Mrs. Chen had already disappeared.

In the large, pitch-dark room, only the four of them remained, along with Gardener Peng outside, playing chess alone.

“Captain, can he really bring Chi Yingxue here?” Kuang Jinxin asked worriedly, keeping his voice very low to avoid alarming those outside.

Xu Wang shook his head. The answer was almost predictable. “Impossible. Have you ever seen a level where you just sit, eat some fruit, and finish the task?”

Wu Sheng had already stood up and started “exploring” the room, examining everything from the furniture to the decorations, not missing any corner.

Qian Ai, more carefree, reached for some fruit from the platter. He wasn’t really daring enough to eat it. He just thought to smell it to wake up his mind. Surely it couldn’t be a trap.

But as he squeezed, the fruit deformed, leaving his hand sticky.

“Fuck!” Qian Ai exclaimed softly. “What the hell is this?”

Xu Wang and Kuang Jinxin leaned over, the latter touching some of the “fruit remnants” on his hand and smelling it. “Seems like… cake.”

“Lao Qian.” Xu Wang looked at the fruit plate. “Squeeze another one.”

Lao Qian froze. “Why?”

Xu Wang replied, “To verify if it’s a coincidence or the whole lot.”

Lao Qian: “Why me?”

Xu Wang: “The first to initiate bears all responsibility.”

Qian Ai: “……”

Resigned, Classmate Qian squeezed all the fruits on the plate. Without exception, all turned out to be cream cakes, made very realistically. If not squeezed, they looked and smelled just like real fruits.

Fortunately, there were napkins nearby. Qian Ai pulled out several, wiping his hands while muttering in confusion, “These rich people, even their food is so bizarre…”

“Come here.” Suddenly, Wu Sheng’s low voice called from a corner of the room.

The three hurried over.

Wu Sheng stood in front of an automatic fish tank, gazing intently at the murky water and the dark shadows swimming within.

“Aren’t those just a few little fish?” Qian Ai didn’t understand.

A bright light shone on the glass of the fish tank—Wu Sheng had turned on his phone’s flashlight.

“Damn…” Qian Ai let out an indescribable exclamation.

The murky water wasn’t swarming with fish, but with many tadpoles that had just grown hind legs, thrashing about in the muddy water, like headless flies.

Suddenly, something pressed against the glass of the fish tank where the bright light was shining.

The four companions jumped. Even Wu Sheng’s hand shook for a moment until the light stabilized, and they saw it was a frog.

Before they could recover from the bizarre sight of “a fish tank with frogs,” the frog suddenly opened its mouth wide, swallowing a string of tadpoles swimming by!

“What are you doing—” Apparently noticing the light from the phone, Gardener Peng, sitting at the door, called out rudely.

Wu Sheng hurriedly turned off the phone.

Xu Wang cooperated, responding, “Nothing. We just dropped something on the floor, but we found it.”

The four companions tiptoed back to the sofa, looking at each other, speechless, for a long time.

Strange.

There didn’t seem to be any major problems here, but it was just weird. At first glance, everything seemed normal, but on closer inspection, everything was peculiar.

“Captain,” Kuang Jinxin glanced at the fruit plate with the squashed “fruits” and hesitated before speaking. “Xiao Xue likes to eat cake.”

“Yeah.” Xu Wang patted his head, both to comfort his teammate and to calm himself. “I know.”

The cakes on the fruit plate confirmed at least one thing: this place was indeed related to Chi Yingxue’s world.

But why were they disguised as fruits…

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Mrs. Chen came in with tea, politely placing a cup in front of each person. Her movements were gentle, like her whole demeanor, making people relax just by looking at her.

After serving the tea, she stood by the sofa, her posture proper, ready to attend to any requests.

Xu Wang quickly said, “Please, have a seat.”

Mrs. Chen waved her hand, smiling. “No need. I’m fine standing.”

Xu Wang, half-jokingly, half-coaxingly said, “If you stand, how can we drink in peace?”

After some persuasion, Mrs. Chen finally sat down. Like the driver, her demeanor and attitude were simple and hospitable. However, when looking at them, her eyes showed more uncertainty than the driver’s—not malicious, just… unsettled.

Xu Wang, sensitive to people’s emotions, quickly caught this and was wondering why, when Mrs. Chen spoke first. “Are you really the young master’s friends?”

“Of course.” Xu Wang smiled, trying to appear honest and harmless.

Mrs. Chen hesitated. “I probably shouldn’t say this, but the young master never had friends…” She looked at the four, her voice getting lighter, seemingly realizing her next request was a bit much. “You say you’re the young master’s friends. Do you have any proof?”

Xu Wang was stumped by her question.

How do you prove friendship? They couldn’t just drag Chi Yingxue out of the darkroom and tell this auntie to confirm their friendship.

“We have proof,” Kuang Jinxin suddenly said.

Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, and Qian Ai, all surprised, turned to him simultaneously.

Kuang Jinxin quickly took out his phone, opened a photo, and handed it to Mrs. Chen.

Phones couldn’t be used in the Owl, but viewing the photo gallery wasn’t a problem.

It was a photo that Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, and Qian Ai had never seen before. It was a selfie of Classmate Kuang at a restaurant in Jiangsu. Half of the photo was his face, and behind him, the four companions shared the remaining 50%.

At that moment, the companions were unaware they had become the background of someone else’s selfie. Wu Sheng was engrossed in solving a “survival formula”, Xu Wang was holding several pages of a “death formula” with a worried face, Qian Ai was arranging the tableware for a better live broadcast view, and Chi Yingxue, while he wasn’t looking, stole a Suzhou-style pastry, ruining the nicely arranged pastry tower by taking off its top, smugly putting it in his mouth.

At that time, they hadn’t really started level eight yet. Although aware of the dangers ahead, they still stole a moment of leisure.

In the photo, Kuang Jinxin was smiling brightly, just like the weather outside the window that day.

The middle-aged woman stared at the photo for a long time, then suddenly sobbed. She quickly wiped her eyes; her voice was filled with relief and joy. “It’s good to have friends. It’s good to have friends…”

These words, heard by the companions, somehow made their hearts sour.

Driver Zhang returned.

Mrs. Chen immediately stood up to meet him, and Kuang Jinxin quickly pocketed his phone.

As the driver entered, the four companions tensed up.

The driver’s demeanor had changed from warmth to severity. “The young master is sick and cannot receive guests. You should leave.”

Before Xu Wang and the others could respond, Mrs. Chen panicked, “Sick? How is he sick? I’ll go check on him—”

As she spoke and started to leave, the driver grabbed her arm. “What’s there to see? You’ll just cause more trouble.”

The four companions were taken aback; they had anticipated it wouldn’t be easy, but the driver’s sudden change was unsettling.

The gardener, who had been playing chess with himself at the door, stood up, ignoring the struggling driver and Mrs. Chen. He entered and gestured for them to leave. “Take care. There’s no need to see you out.”

Xu Wang narrowed his eyes, and in the corner of his eye, he saw his three companions discreetly reaching for their [Stationery Box]. He calmed down and asked the gardener in a slightly raised voice. “What if we don’t leave?”

The gardener clenched the pruning shears in his hand, snapping them twice, the blades cutting through the air sharply.

“Then don’t blame me for being impolite.”


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