Midnight Owl Ch6

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 6: Sorting Things Out

Treading through the night, four people hurried out of the park in one breath. Outside the park lies North Andeli Street, where both the large buildings and the residential areas were as quiet as if they were in deep sleep, with only the dim light of the street lamps casting shadows of fallen leaves on the ground.

“Now what?” Kuang Jinxin panted heavily and wiped off his sweat. He was wearing a thick coat to ward off the cold and looked flush from his “night run”.

Wu Sheng glanced at the time on his phone and looked up. “There are three more hours until dawn. Let’s find a place to sit down. We need to sort this out from beginning to end.”

“What’s there to sort out?” Xu Wang, having completely snapped back to reality from the surreal, stood firmly on the ground with the sky overhead and expressed his frustration. “Just call the police!”

“No use,” Sun Jiang said as he fumbled in his pockets, finally finding nothing, and looked around at his companions. “Got a smoke?”

The response was two headshakes and one “no.”

Sun Jiang’s already morose face grew more irritated.

Xu Wang, however, was still pondering his earlier statement. “Sun Ge, what do you mean calling the police is useless?”

Sun Jiang, unable to suppress his fatigue, yawned and then pointed to himself and Kuang Jinxin. “Both of us tried calling the police yesterday, but as soon as we got through, we started having severe headaches. I thought my head was going to explode. I’ve never felt such pain in my life—couldn’t even speak, let alone hold the damn phone!”

“Both of you?” Xu Wang looked incredulously at Kuang Jinxin, who replied with a pitiful nod.

“And you?” Xu Wang turned to Wu Sheng with a glimmer of hope.

Wu Sheng decisively shook his head.

Xu Wang thought he had found a lead and was about to inquire further when Wu Sheng calmly stated, “I didn’t call the police.”

“Why?” asked Xu Wang.

Wu Sheng replied, “They were both rolling on the ground in pain, a vivid demonstration that calling the police was a dead end. Why would I repeat the same mistake?”

Xu Wang: “……”

Sun Jiang: “……”

Kuang Jinxin: “……”

Their discussion was interrupted by the realization that what they thought might be a nightmare the day before was actually a persistent ordeal they were facing. This was a long battle; they couldn’t afford to sit and wait out idly.

But where to “discuss” this was the question.

“McDonald’s? KTV? A bar?” Xu Wang suggested places suitable for an “early morning discussion”.

Wu Sheng vetoed them all in one go. “None of those. We need a place that’s both quiet enough to organize our thoughts and private enough to minimize the risk of information leakage.”

Xu Wang was incredulous. “Brother, we’re the victims, and we have to provide confidentiality for the perpetrator?!”

“Long story short,” Wu Sheng looked around as if searching for something, then asked casually, “Who do you live with?”

“I live alone,” Xu Wang replied without a second thought.

Relieved, Wu Sheng nodded. “Let’s go to your place.”

Xu Wang: “……”

This was a pit; this was definitely a pit, and he must climb out of it!

Kuang Jinxin: “I live nearby too, but I have roommates…”

Sun Jiang: “My family’s nearby as well. My wife and children are asleep.”

Wu Sheng: “I live near the company, not far from here. But if we discuss until dawn and the employees see us, I can’t give a reasonable explanation. It will lead to unnecessary gossip and speculation, which isn’t good for maintaining my aloof image.”

Do you have some misunderstanding about your own image?!

Xu Wang: “Come on, follow me. It’s dark and slippery outside. Watch your step…”

Half an hour later, the group arrived at Xu Wang’s home. He rented a one-bedroom apartment in an old neighborhood. Despite its age, the location was excellent, and it had been renovated, making it not cheap. But for Xu Wang, who only had himself to feed, the cost wasn’t too burdensome.

“Wow, Xu Ge.” Kuang Jinxin was the first to enter, politely standing there in the living room, not even trying to enter the bedroom, while looking around in all directions in astonishment. “Your place is so clean.”

Pleased with the compliment, Xu Wang was about to respond when Wu Sheng sighed. “Oh god, back to 222.”

“222?” Kuang Jinxin had a rare moment of insight. “Was that your high school dormitory with Xu Ge?”

“No,” Wu Sheng corrected seriously. “It was your Xu Ge’s own. The rest of us just stayed there. We’d mess up the place, avoid chores, and always forget to take out the trash. We didn’t have the sense of ‘making the dorm a home’.”

Xu Wang threw a pair of slippers he had just found at Wu Sheng’s feet, along with a big roll of his eyes. “Do you have to hold a grudge like that? Have you noted down everything I’ve ever said in a little black book?”

Wu Sheng didn’t respond and just smiled while he changed into the slippers with a cheerful and spirited look.

Xu Wang, tired of the banter, turned to pour four glasses of water. When he came back with the water, the other three had already settled on the sofa. He placed the water on the coffee table and fetched a chair from the bedroom.

The cups were filled with boiling water with steam rising, giving off a warm and soothing feel.

After two days of ordeal, the four of them could finally sit down and have a serious talk.

Wu Sheng was the first to speak. When it came to serious matters, he became completely focused. “We now know four things. First, the chosen ones will enter there at midnight, whether they want to or not; second, the substantial harm received there will be brought back to reality; third, once you want to report to the police, you will suffer an unbearable headache; fourth, the location there corresponds one-to-one with a location in reality—the distance and coordinate system are the same. For example, if we enter there from our home and move two kilometers in that place, when we return to reality, we will be two kilometers away from our home…”

Xu Wang had a sudden realization. This could explain why he popped out at the crossroads downstairs yesterday, and today he ended up even further away at Qingnianhu Park because they had traveled a distance there by sleigh.

“What use is knowing all this? I want to know what that damn place really is! Who’s playing us!” Sun Jiang interrupted Wu Sheng, voicing the question they all urgently wanted answered.

This was something Xu Wang, Kuang Jinxin, and even Wu Sheng themselves wanted to figure out. But “wanting” and “being able” were two different things.

“I don’t know. With the experiences and clues we’ve accumulated at this stage, there’s no way to answer these questions. But if we let it be and do nothing, we’ll never solve them,” Wu Sheng said, his tone unchanged and his demeanor as calm as if he was asking if you’d like some porridge today.

Sun Jiang slumped back onto the couch, looking up at the ceiling. His eyes were bloodshot from two sleepless nights filled with exhaustion. Xu Wang knew; he also realized that they couldn’t get any answers, but not venting out would make him feel even worse.

In fact, everyone felt the same, including Wu Sheng, who appeared unaffected. If he wasn’t bothered, why would he show the same determination he had when facing the toughest problem in a mock exam?

He was competitive, and Xu Wang could see it.

After all, such unprovoked disasters would infuriate anyone who encountered them.

“There are these four certainties, and there are four uncertainties,” Wu Sheng continued, his thoughts undisturbed by Sun Jiang’s interruption. “First, whether that place can truly exert mental control over people, such as preventing them from calling the police; second, whether there is some sort of protective mechanism that, when people involved are in grave danger, bounces them back to reality, minimizing harm, like when Xu Wang was attacked by a bear; third, today when we re-entered, both Sun Jiang and Kuang Jinxin’s [Stationery Box] were empty—the [Fishnado] and [Jingle Bells] that had never been used disappeared. Was this a punishment for their attempted police call or something else? Fourth, are there others like us who have been drawn into that place?”

“That… test submission,” Kuang Jinxin hesitantly said. “Before popping out, did you hear someone congratulate you for passing and successfully turning in the test?”

Xu Wang nodded quickly. “I heard it today, and yesterday I even saw a scorecard with information about another team turning in their test.” He had been confused when the new information popped up yesterday, but thinking about it today, he connected the dots.

“Yeah, I saw that too!” Kuang Jinxin’s face lit up with joy, but he instinctively reined it in. Clearly, he was an honest kid, not used to boasting, but definitely sharp-minded. “I remember the scorecard saying that team turned it in on 3/23—something about Yue Shuai… and someone named Anan…”

Xu Wang looked at Wu Sheng. “About the fourth uncertainty, I think we can move it to the certain category now. There are others.”

Wu Sheng took a sip from his cup and shook his head slightly. “Not enough. They might be humans, or not; might be forced like us, or willing; might share the same space with us and encounter us at any time, or might exist in a parallel, independent space, never crossing paths with us.” Putting down the teacup, he sighed. “Without confirming these, it can’t be classified.”

Xu Wang looked at him for a while and conceded. “After all these years, I admire your thoroughness.”

Wu Sheng frowned and said in sincere disbelief, “Just thoroughness?”

Xu Wang suppressed the urge to punch him and asked the last question, “The team that submitted their test yesterday was 3/23. Today, when we passed, it was 1/23. What do you think?”

“Same as you.” Wu Sheng shrugged, as if he had already accepted the reality. “It means there are 22 more levels waiting for us.”

Sun Jiang suddenly sat up, holding back from roaring, but his face clearly conveyed his astonishment and despair.

The discussion continued until 5:30 in the morning. Xu Wang learned that the first night after he was ejected early, the remaining three used Wu Sheng’s [Fishnado] and [Jingle Bells] to contend with the bear until they reached the coordinate point, then had to flee down the mountain due to not triggering the ice waterfall. They were pulled back into reality just before reaching the base of the mountain at around 5 a.m.

Calculating back, the time difference for them returning to reality was about an hour. Xu Wang was naturally long gone, which explained why Wu Sheng spent the next day searching all over Beijing.

That evening, Wu Sheng, having run around with Kuang Jinxin all day, simply parked his car at the last stop of his search, the West Fifth Ring, while Sun Jiang found an excuse to leave home and ducked into a KTV he’d never been to before. At the stroke of midnight, the eerie entrances appeared again, one in the back seat of the car and another on the wall of the KTV’s private room, as arbitrary as if there were no taboos but as persistent as a shadow. Two minutes later, the three, struggling fiercely, were dragged in just like Xu Wang the previous night.

The experiences of his teammates sent chills down Xu Wang’s spine, completely dispelling any thoughts of fleeing.

At the end of the discussion, Kuang Jinxin suggested, “It’s awkward always saying ‘that place’. How about we give it a name?”

Sun Jiang was speechless. “Are you playing house, naming that hell of a place?!”

Wu Sheng and Xu Wang didn’t object. In fact, the name was already glaringly obvious to them—

Xu Wang: “Isn’t there such a big word written underneath the owl’s head? That’s probably its name, so from now on we’ll call it…”

Wu Sheng: “Owl.”

Xu Wang: “Can. You. Not. Interrupt?”

Wu Sheng: “Okay, re-do. Isn’t there such a big word written underneath the owl’s head? That’s probably its name, so from now on we’ll call it…”

Xu Wang: “Owl!”


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Midnight Owl Ch5

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 5: Submission

The new phrase was “heart like dead ashes*”.

*(心如死灰) Idiom referring to a state of utter despair or hopelessness. 

It was a perfect description of Xu Wang’s inner state at the moment.

The fatigue and sense of powerlessness brought on by frequent setbacks made it impossible for Xu Wang to concentrate on gesturing or explaining. His first thought was to interrupt by directly saying the word to change to a new one, but then he reconsidered given his state.

He took a deep breath and steadied his mind in the quietly passing seconds, hoping to find some fresh hope when the next word appeared.

His teammates, guessing the word, were clueless. Wu Sheng looked at him puzzledly, while Kuang Jinxin directly asked, “Brother, why aren’t you speaking?”

Sun Jiang, having already given up hope, said sarcastically, “We shouldn’t have guessed in the first place; it’s just a trap.”

Ten seconds passed. “Heart like dead ashes” disappeared, replaced by “struck by five thunders*”.

*(五雷轰顶) Idiom referring to after someone does something very bad and harmful by nature, they will naturally be punished (struck by five thunderbolts—the five representing the five phases/agents).

Xu Wang rebounded from his low point, his arms unfolding rapidly, gesticulating wildly as if simulating thunder and speaking as fast as lightning. “Crash—crash—smack—” He slapped his forehead with the last word!

Wu Sheng had an epiphany. “Struck by lightning*!”

*(天打雷劈) Idiom referring to not having a good death. Often used to curse someone, like you’ll get struck by lightning (for doing bad things). While the meaning is similar to Struck by 5 Thunders, it’s a different idiom.

Kuang Jinxin suddenly understood. “Bolt from the blue*!”

*Thunder As Clear As Day ( 晴天霹雳) Idiom referring to an unexpected or shocking event. 

“It’s the thing about a bolt, but without the word ‘bolt*’!” Xu Wang was almost frantic. This was the closest they had ever been to the answer, and the closer they got, the more anxious he became.

*Clarity: The original idiom only has thunder () in it. The other two answers include lightning (bolt) (雷劈) and (thunder) bolt (雳).

Sun Jiang said, “It seems like it moved!”

Xu Wang was happy that Sun Jiang was also getting involved in guessing the phrase, but said, “Brother, even if it’s irrelevant, at least guess an idiom!”

“I mean the bear!” Sun Jiang’s eyes were filled with increasing horror. “The bear seems to be moving!”

Xu Wang felt a chill and immediately shifted his gaze from the ice waterfall back to the present, to the dark shadow under the feet of the three men… Sun Jiang was lying. What does he mean the bear seems to be moving? It’s already getting up!

As if sensing the “intense gaze”, the black bear, finally standing steady, lifted its small eyes and locked onto Xu Wang.

A man and bear, less than two meters apart.

Xu Wang, on roller skates, moved back slightly. His throat was dry, and his palms were sweaty.

The black bear tentatively stepped forward, not encountering the mysterious obstacle that had hurt it before, and then took a second step.

Xu Wang’s tension reached its limit. With one push of his skates, he darted to a tree seven or eight meters away, holding onto the trunk, not daring to blink as he stared at the black bear.

The black bear didn’t take a second step but instead gently scraped the ground with one paw—once, twice—as if a racecar driver was revving the engine before a race.

“Roar—”

The roar shook the sky as the black bear charged at Xu Wang like a giant cannonball!

Xu Wang’s nerves completely snapped, and he fled for his life!

In the vast forest, only this small area had hard snow. It was difficult to move anywhere else on roller skates, so Xu Wang could only run circles around his teammates and the black bear!

His teammates inside the invisible barrier were anxious but couldn’t help. Kuang Jinxin loudly suggested, “Xu Ge, why don’t you just let it pounce and finish it off? Like yesterday, you can be bounced back to reality!”

Xu Wang narrowly avoided the bear’s paw and reestablished some distance, despairingly responding, “Brother, I can’t gamble with my life. What if yesterday was just a fluke? If I die now, my life is over in this damn place!”

“Then run somewhere else and shake it off!” Despite his previous cynical remarks, Sun Jiang was genuinely worried for Xu Wang.

“The snow elsewhere is too thick and soft; I can’t skate!” The more Xu Wang explained, the more disheartened he became. He had thought earlier that the roller skates weren’t very useful, but now he realized his naivety; it was like drawing the bear away with the Fishnado or racing towards a coordinate point on the sleigh. The skates were indeed there for him to skate, to take on the devil’s pace*!

*Clarity: So his skates are called [My Skate Shoes] which is actually a reference to a song by John Pommelo. This line here is part of the song’s lyrics.

“Continue,” Wu Sheng suddenly said.

Xu Wang, having skated past, looked back at him. Wu Sheng’s face was calm and resolute.

“We don’t have any other choice, do we?” Wu Sheng raised an eyebrow. “Then continue. If we guess the phrase correctly, we should be able to escape.”

Xu Wang wanted to retort, “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one being chased by a bear!” But seeing the familiar determination on the other’s face, he swallowed his words.

This was Wu Sheng: when he really wanted to solve a problem, he would set aside all distractions, ignore what he considered unnecessary details, focus on the main points, and approach the core in a concentrated and efficient manner.

In Xu Wang’s heart, this was when Wu Sheng was at his most impressive, whether it was years ago in high school or years later in the present.

“Xu Ge—” Kuang Jinxin’s shout broke the tension.

Xu Wang tensed up reflexively and slid forward, the bear’s paw slashing through his down jacket, scattering a few white duck down feathers.

As Xu Wang’s life hung in the balance, Wu Sheng was almost breathless with fear, losing all composure and shouting, “What are you looking at me for? Look at the words; look at the bear!”

In fact, Xu Wang didn’t need the reminder and dared not be distracted anymore.

With the devil’s pace, he quickly regained distance, then lifted his head to glance at the ice waterfall.

The word on the ice waterfall, which had changed several times by now, was “fierce gaze*”, with seven seconds left on the countdown.

*(怒目圆睁) Idiom referring to a state of anger. It’s used to describe someone’s angry expression (glaring).

From the beginning, the ice waterfall had changed many phrases. Xu Wang suddenly realized that this “word bank” might not be infinite. Perhaps it was nearing its end, and perhaps each next word could be the last. Any further wrong guess could mean total defeat.

The sudden pressure made Xu Wang panic, but it also gave him a sense of determination to fight with his back against the wall.

He took a deep breath, calming his heart, and slowly separated his body and consciousness, letting his body rely on muscle memory to maintain skating in circles while focusing all his consciousness on the phrase.

This was the exam secret Wu Sheng taught him years ago, especially effective when stuck on problem-solving.

Xu Wang asked, “What was our high school’s dean like every day?”

Wu Sheng paused for half a second, then robustly replied, “Like a fierce demon1, with stormy eyebrows2, and an intense gaze!”

1(凶神恶煞) Idiom originally referring to a ferocious god, now later used to describe someone who is ferocious, intimidating, or evil.
2(横眉立目) Idiom describing someone’s fierce and intimidating expression. The literal translation is “horizontal brows and vertical eyes” which portrays someone who’s basically got their brows intensely furrowed while their eyes are curving in an angry way.

“Ding—”

A long-lost clear sound.

“Did we get it right? Did we?!” Kuang Jinxin was the first to exclaim, even more excited than Xu Wang.

Xu Wang didn’t have time to respond, but the uplifted corner of his mouth was the answer.

The countdown hadn’t ended yet, but the word on the ice waterfall had already changed for the first time.

Xu Wang saw the new word and spiritedly suggested, “She Haiyang’s singing!”

Wu Sheng retorted, “Wail like ghosts, howl like wolves1! Makes your hair stand on end2! Hated by all3!”

1(鬼哭狼嚎) Idiom describing a loud, shrill cry, resembling that of wailing or howling.
2(令人发指) Idiom describing something that’s extremely infuriating to the point it causes a strong emotional reaction (like your hair standing on ends).
3(人神共愤) Idiom referring to something so morally reprehensible or outrageous that it incites anger from everyone (to the point of even the gods).

“Ding—”

Xu Wang: “Zhang Lei chasing Zou Lulu!”

Wu Sheng: “In his dreams1! Wishful thinking2!”

1(痴心妄想) Idiom referring to thinking about the impossible but now also refers to stupid and absurd ideas (basically, unrealistic hope).
2(白日做梦) Idiom referring to a fantasy that cannot be realized.

“Ding—”

“Qian Ai eating!”

Like a whirlwind sweeping away the clouds*!”

*(风卷残云) Idiom referring describing doing something so swiftly and powerfully, like a huge gust blowing away the clouds. In this context, it basically describes someone inhaling food at an extremely fast speed.

“Ding-ding-ding—”

[Owl: Congratulations on passing. 1/23 successfully submitted! Dear, see you tomorrow~~]

A familiar voice sounded in their ears, but the message changed from yesterday’s “Early holiday. Sending you home in advance” to today’s “Congratulations”, with the same playful tone.

Xu Wang felt a sense of weightlessness again, wanting to call out to others but couldn’t, trying to grasp something but found only emptiness.

After what felt like an eternity yet just a moment, he finally felt the ground beneath his feet.

A breeze brushed his cheeks.

Xu Wang looked around in the darkness, slightly panicked, and instinctively called out, “Wu Sheng?”

“Here.” The reply came from close by.

“I’m here too, Xu Ge!” Kuang Jinxin announced without being asked.

“What the hell is this place?!” Sun Jiang, always on the edge, exclaimed.

With teammates around, Xu Wang felt slightly reassured.

His eyes, coming from the bright snowfield, slowly adjusted to the dark, and he saw the moon shining behind the clouds.

Another breeze passed.

It should’ve been cool in late autumn, but it felt warm and itchy on their frozen red faces.

It was night in Beijing.

They had returned.

Xu Wang finally felt relieved, withdrew his gaze, and looked around. He naturally assumed he was still standing at a crossroads like yesterday, but upon looking, he was stunned. Instead of a road, the four of them were standing on a bridge over a lake. The lake wasn’t very wide, seemingly like an artificial lake in a park. The bridge’s railings were made of wrought iron, delicate yet carrying an air of simplicity. On the opposite side of the bridge, there seemed to be shade from green trees, lush vegetation, and branches swaying gently in the moonlight, casting faint and shifting shadows…

Wait.

Xu Wang squinted and recognized the familiar scenery. “Isn’t this Qingnianhu Park?”

After this reminder, Kuang Jinxin and Sun Jiang, who lived nearby and often visited for fresh air, realized the same. “It is!”

As Xu Wang was about to discuss further with his teammates, Wu Sheng recited a string of numbers, “116.4085, 39.9616.”

Looking over, Wu Sheng was staring at his phone, the screen’s cold light illuminating his furrowed brows.

“Where… Where did you get a phone?”

“I put it in my pocket before being sucked in tonight, but it’s useless. There’s no signal inside…” Before he finished speaking, Wu Sheng suddenly realized, “The phone is not the point!”

“Ok, ok,” Xu Wang hurried to soothe and returned to the topic. “What were you reciting just now?”

“Coordinates.” Wu Sheng showed his phone to Xu Wang, displaying a satellite map with coordinates. “Our current location exactly matches the coordinates on the [Cheat Sheet].”

Kuang Jinxin instinctively looked at his arm to review the coordinates, only to remember that the mysterious patterns had disappeared along with their return to reality.

“You mean that place and reality share the same geographic latitude and longitude?” Xu Wang didn’t bother to verify. Wu Sheng’s mind was like a calculator. If he said the coordinates matched, they matched. But it didn’t make sense. “It’s day there and night here; a snowfield there and a park here, no similarities. What’s the point of using the same coordinate system?”

“Who’s there—”

Suddenly, a loud shout from the patrolling security guard was heard at the end of the bridge, interrupting the four people’s “research”. It was followed by a flashlight beam illuminating their “suspicious” figures.

Xu Wang was law-abiding, Wu Sheng was still focused on coordinates, and Kuang Jinxin had never been out past midnight before. So, under the flashlight, they all looked stunned.

At this time, Sun Jiang’s street smarts came in handy. He immediately responded, “We’re exercising—on a night run!”

The security guard was suspicious but somewhat convinced.

Sun Jiang immediately rallied the group. “Enough rest. Continue. One two one, one two one!”

Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, and Kuang Jinxin hurriedly followed, running in a straight line.

At three in the morning, their loud slogans echoed over Qingnianhu Park. “One two one! One two one! Staying fit promotes a healthy lifestyle!”

Mixed in were some murmurs—

Kuang Jinxin: “Xu Ge, who were those people you mentioned in the guessing game?”

Xu Wang: “High school classmates.”

Kuang Jinxin: “……”

Sun Jiang: “You two must’ve spent all your time back then gossiping about classmates.”

Xu Wang: “They weren’t idle either, saying he’s a show-off.”

Wu Sheng: “Saying he’s a chatterbox.”

Xu Wang: “Saying he’s always sucking up to teachers.”

Wu Sheng: “Saying he’s buddy buddy with everyone.”

Xu Wang: “Fuck, who said the last one?!”

Wu Sheng: “……”

Youth is fleeting and unretainable; why bother looking back?


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Full Server First Kill Ch115

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 115: New Skill

Two days passed, and, combining the vague words of Miss Anakin, Abandon firmly believed he had seen through everything.

This team must be Paradise’s secret force; otherwise, their high level of coordination was inexplicable. Abandon now understood that if the monsters collaborated in raiding dungeons, Players would essentially have no role to play—

Usually, to open the doors of high-level tombs in the era of conflict, the team needed a “Grave Robber” or a higher profession, with a “Curse Unlocking” skill requiring a proficiency level above 80, and it came with a 50% failure rate. Failure meant waiting for a 24-hour reset.

As soon as they entered the tomb and saw the two rows of splendid and magnificent doors, Abandon nearly lost his cool. Seeing the Master of Paradise’s action, he felt the urge to strangle someone in a different sense—

A Corrosive Slime was invited out. It grumbled as it slowly infiltrated the complex and massive door lock mechanism, throwing corrosion skills at critical components.

Fifteen minutes later, a grating sound of distortion came from inside the door, and the Corrosive Slime struggled to squeeze out a part of its body. The blob of slime formed a small hand and gave a thumbs-up to everyone.

Next, “Night Ranger” Solo stepped up. Facing the damaged tomb door, he managed to pry it open with just the basic [Lockpicking] skill of the rogue profession.

As the door slowly opened, the slime dropped to the ground with a plop. It proudly rejoined the team, even giving a high-five to the little ghost girl with its not yet retracted hand.

But that wasn’t all. The Ironbone Bear and the Steel Armored Giant Lizard moved forward on their own. They leisurely stepped into the tomb passage, only to be greeted by whizzing poison arrows and a face-full of poison mist, with walls closing in from both sides.

The cloaked Master of Paradise waved his hand, and a dark protective shield enveloped the two monsters. The fierce curse light struck the shield and dissipated in vain.

Both types of monsters were notorious for their extremely high defense, and with the addition of magic protection, they were as tough as ten stacked Paladins. Now, no one complained about their slow movement. The two leisurely traversed the tomb passage a few times, neatly disabling all traps.

The team continued forward, and in just half an hour, Paradise had perfectly cleared a path through the tomb entrance.

Abandon was dumbfounded.

So that was it. Triggering all traps was also a way to clear them, but normal Players would never dare to play like this.

The following process—though Abandon didn’t like to describe it this way—was like an assembly line. The Master of Paradise effortlessly took down enemies, the mercenary group and the strong monsters of Paradise split the medium monsters, and the lower monsters were left for the weaker members of Paradise for the final blow.

Anakin didn’t even need to support the big shots. Those in the vanguard didn’t lose a drop of blood. The top healer spent more time tending to the monsters of Paradise, promptly healing any minor scrapes and bruises they suffered.

Of course, there was an exception in this harmonious scene.

The beautiful succubus remained motionless, just watching the battle with a sweet and pleasant smile. His tail seemed glued to the Master’s hand, occasionally caressing it.

“Is that succubus a relative?” The Archer approached to gossip.

“It doesn’t seem like it,” the Paladin whispered honestly. “When they first discovered us, Paradise sent him to scout. This person must be skilled.”

“Come on, skilled? That Master is definitely a big shot. He was so close to us then, doesn’t he know our capabilities?” the Archer huffed. “If that’s skill, it’s just for racking up achievements.”

“The succubus’s weapon is indeed not impressive.” The Priest joined the gossip. “I’ve noticed he only has a small hunting knife and a small round shield, both looking quite ordinary, not on our list of important weapons.”

“What can he hide in those clothes?” The Archer scoffed. “I hate men who sell their looks.”

“Shut up. If you want to upset Paradise, do you believe the boss won’t make us go dig potatoes?” Abandon immediately interrupted the conversation, which was veering off track.

Abandon also had doubts about the succubus, but his were less malicious.

Paradise’s division of labor was very clear. Even the red-haired gentleman occasionally took action, but the succubus did nothing at all, looking simply… simply not like one of Paradise’s people. Anakin was tight-lipped about his identity, which meant his position in Paradise must be very special.

If he was just selling his looks, Anakin wouldn’t have been so serious. She warned them repeatedly, almost etching “Stay away from the succubus” on their faces.

Unfortunately, such things were like the monkeys of the Himalayas. The more Anakin warned, the more curious Abandon became.

He intently watched the back of the succubus’s silver-white head, who still stood beside the Master, his tail affectionately winding around the Master’s hand.

The succubus looked at the Master, smiling sweetly and happily. If you were to say he and the Master of Paradise had nothing between them, Abandon wouldn’t really believe it.

After all, those golden eyes were too bright, and the gaze couldn’t lie.

In the front of the team.

[There are outsiders here. You’d better join the fight,] Nol advised earnestly. [Anakin and the others won’t say anything, but that four-person team will definitely notice something’s wrong.]

Teest had been sticking to him the whole way, acting even more like a relative than a close friend. Not just Abandon and his team, but many neighbors’ eyes were becoming subtly strange.

[No, no, no, honey. If I expose too much strength, it would be easy to associate me with the “Mad Monk”.]

Teest walked cheerfully, as if he wasn’t in a dark tomb but a sunny garden.

[If that’s the case, dressing up as a succubus would be pointless.]

Aren’t you the one who wanted to dress up? I see you’re quite enjoying it. Nol pursed his lips, tempted to pinch the slippery tip of the tail.

[You can join the rear battle. Your strength fits the position of a normal succubus and won’t arouse suspicion,] Nol said fairly.

[No! That means I have to leave you alone with that red-haired fox.] Teest immediately objected, his tail tightening around Nol’s wrist. [If I’m not here, who knows what nonsense he’ll tell you. That guy’s known for his manipulative tactics.]

As he spoke, Mr. Painter elegantly lifted his paintbrush wand.

A beam of holy light enveloped the approaching sticky spider, erasing the creature on the spot. The effect was like clearing a layer in an image editing program; Nol hardly had time to see its health bar. In an instant, the sticky tomb passage became clean and tidy, as if washed with disinfectant water eighty times over.

Noticing Nol’s gaze, Painter turned his head and nodded amicably.

In terms of politeness, sense of distance, and reliability, the former Pope was perfect—a candidate for Tahe’s Top Ten Most Touching Companions.

It was really hard to dislike him, worthy of someone who had been a Pope.

Nol looked down at the warm tail in his hand, which was now tensely alert. It was obvious that Teest really disliked Painter.

So Nol gripped the tip of the tail with his other hand, changing the topic easily. [Have you thought about which skill to strengthen?]

He himself gained [Breath of a False God] through enhancement, but there were two skill enhancement stones in total for the mission, and one was still with Teest.

[Ah, I was keeping it for you.] Teest felt the warmth on his tail, and his thoughts brightened.

[No need,] Nol refused. [It was agreed that it’s yours, so it’s yours.]

Teest was silent for a few seconds, looking somewhat puzzled. [You don’t like it? Or you don’t need it? I’ll allow you to plunder me.]

He seemed completely unable to understand Nol’s refusal.

[Whether you see me as a husband, lord, or God, keeping promises is necessary.] Nol became serious. [If you can’t understand, just take it as my way of being, uh, being a God.]

[You don’t like my gift.] Teest muttered, puzzled.

[I prefer the withered flower over it,] Nol said. [Don’t let go of something that can make you stronger so easily.]

Nol certainly knew that another skill enhancement would indeed raise his abilities by a large margin. But such things shouldn’t be built on Teest’s sacrifice—not that it was a complex matter of interest entanglement. He just didn’t like it that way.

[I thought it would make you feel secure, but if you say so, I’ll really use it.] Teest turned his face. [Even if I might use this power to betray you?]

[Even if you might use this power to betray me.]

The Mad Monk tapped his chin with a finger, not insisting anymore. After a dozen seconds, he let out a long hum, as if nothing had happened, and continued, [I’ve decided what to strengthen.]

[What?]

[I’ll keep it a secret for now.] Teest curled up his golden eyes.

……

Finally, the tomb doors on both sides were thoroughly cleared.

The tomb of the “War King” had thirteen doors on each side, and each corresponded to a side quest. These branches offered incredibly generous experience points. Even before entering the last branch, several neighbors had already reached the maximum level.

Abandon sought out Anakin and managed to join a B-level side quest, ensuring at least not failing the task. The experience points from this mission were unexpectedly high, and as a result, both the Archer and the Paladin reached max level.

Once the basic quest was completed, the atmosphere within the four-person team became somewhat delicate.

“There’s only that one door left.”

The Priest pointed at the twenty-seventh tomb door—the one directly facing the entrance of the tomb, much larger than the other twenty-six. The door was square, adorned with complex and terrifying skeletal reliefs, clearly indicating it led to the final boss.

“I’ll bet a gold wheel, that’s definitely an S-level quest.” he declared confidently.

“Who’s going to bet with you on that?”

The Archer scoffed. “I’m saying, why don’t we just wait outside—me and the Paladin are already maxed out. Going in would be pointless. An S-level side quest involves at least two locations and can’t be interrupted. Just thinking about it is exhausting.”

“But there’s something related to the perfect completion requirements…” the Priest said quietly. His level was still a bit short of max.

“What do you need a +10 attack for? You’re a Priest.” The Archer immediately retorted.

The Priest fell silent, looking anxiously at Abandon, who was again plagued by a headache. Following the principle of “better safe than sorry”, he was actually not very keen on getting involved in this side quest.

This time, the Master of Paradise left the monsters outside. Only six people planned to go in—

The Master of Paradise and his succubus, the red-haired man, Anakin and her brother, and an unremarkable young siren from the pile of monsters.

The mercenary group didn’t plan to enter either. About a dozen of them set up tents and pots in the tomb courtyard and started cooking leg of lamb right there.

Their closest member—a robust young barbarian—wore a flower crown and a faceless god amulet on his chest. He stayed beside the most severely injured mercenary, gripping his wrist tightly, listening to him laugh and complain. The two shared a cup of berry beer, occasionally bursting into cheerful laughter.

The others picked some spoils of war for the young man with the flower crown. He cheerfully pulled out a large burlap sack, added his own share, shuffled it randomly, and distributed it. He hugged those who received gifts tightly, happily muttering “God’s gift”.

How nice the atmosphere of the mercenary group was, Abandon envied.

But then again, if his team of four were really useful, they wouldn’t have been sent to such a place.

“I want to go, anyway.” After hesitating for a long time, he still spoke up quietly.

The Archer was a bit surprised. “Dude, are you serious?”

“I want the attack bonus, and maybe I’ll get a good class transfer book. Besides, my experience points aren’t maxed out yet,” Abandon said. “But I’m only speaking for myself. Everyone else can do as they please.”

The remaining three looked at each other.

The Paladin hesitated for a while. “Bro, it’s not that I don’t want to go with you, but my experience points are maxed out. It’s really inconvenient. An S-level quest is too long, and my girlfriend is waiting for me to go back…”

The Priest who first brought up the “perfect condition” was especially shaken. “If the Paladin isn’t going, uh, I’ll pass. I prefer a tank I can trust, and Anakin’s already there. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to join.”

“You see.” The Archer nudged the first two who opted out. “I’ll go with the majority.”

As expected, it was the same old lackluster team he was familiar with.

Under normal circumstances, Abandon would definitely have joined his teammates in a leisurely manner. But the S-level quest was just steps away, and the +10 attack from the perfect reward was alluring.

The reward was one aspect… If he backed down now, when they report back, it would look like they just followed along and were useless. Returning with information about Paradise, he could only cobble together trivial news like “Paradise monsters have broad tactics” or “the Master of Paradise likes male succubi”.

The team members might be excused, but as the captain, Abandon really couldn’t swallow this.

He exhaled sharply. “Then I’ll hand over the captaincy to the Paladin and go ask Anakin and the others.”

“Are you serious?” The Archer raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

Abandon closed his eyes and steeled his heart, making the most important decision of his life.

……

To Abandon’s surprise, the Paradise team agreed quite straightforwardly.

“You’re a Ranger, so you and Solo will take on the support roles,” Anakin said. “Perfect, since Solo is an upgraded Rogue, the Ranger’s skills are somewhat lacking.”

“About the Paradise team—” Things going too smoothly made Abandon a bit uneasy.

“Just keep your mouth shut and don’t cause trouble, and there won’t be any problems,” Anakin said. “There’s only one requirement: once you successfully accept the second phase of the quest, help everyone as a scout for the rest of the journey. You don’t even have to participate in the final battle.”

“…What?”

“Don’t you want the +10 attack bonus? As long as you accept the quest and don’t stray too far, once we complete it on our side, it will be considered successful on your side as well.”

Anakin glanced at Abandon. She had experience leading leveling groups. This kind of thing was nothing new to her.

Nol, as their fellow native of Earth, didn’t mind letting Abandon leech some experience points. The quest was nominally a six-person team, but it was no problem to throw in a utility person like Fischer.

If it weren’t for the quest’s restrictions on the movement range of the escort team, Nol would have preferred to leave the experience leeching position to Lynn or Officer Luo.

Abandon was dumbfounded by the unexpected windfall and almost floated through the final door.

The space behind the door was surprisingly small.

The entire space was tall and cylindrical, resembling a stone tower, with peeling bricks revealing rough dark red bark underneath. It took him a few seconds to realize that this was the hollow inside of the red-barked spruce.

Abandon looked up into the dark void above.

…This is the final boss room? Where’s the boss?

“Everyone needs to be serious this time,” the Master of Paradise said gently. “I’ve explained the general situation to you all.”

Abandon: “……”

I haven’t heard anything! Wait! Does it mean it’s unnecessary to explain it to me again?

“This Villain is ready,” said the red-haired man, holding a wand resembling a paintbrush, emitting a warm milky-white glow.

Anakin also pulled out her wand, inlaid with the “Festival of New Green”, and nodded solemnly. Solo licked his lips nervously, but he still put on a serious face, picked up the crossbow, and stood at the edge of the circular floor.

The siren’s eyes were red, looking utterly dejected, perhaps scared. He didn’t pull out any weapons, just listlessly guarding the entrance.

For a moment, only the cloaked person, the succubus, and Abandon were left in the center of the platform.

“Holy crap, come here!” Seeing this, Solo hastily called to him, not daring to raise his voice too much. “Do you want to die? We two supporters should stick together!”

“Oh, okay.” Abandon jogged over to Solo, his mind short-circuiting from the sudden turn of events.

In the next instant, Abandon’s heart nearly stopped—

Just as he steadied himself beside Solo, something brushed past his heel and slammed into the floor. He nearly lost his balance.

It was a giant human mouth.

A fat old man’s head with a crown—fitting perfectly into the cylindrical tower—smashed down from the darkness above.

It buried deep into the ground, swallowing the Master and the succubus who were standing there. The head tried to close its jaw but couldn’t manage.

At the same time, the red-haired man decisively acted. Blinding holy light pierced its throat. Anakin waved her wand, reinforcing the holy light attack. Solo’s [Mud], [Emergency Trap], [Slow] were thrown in succession, slowing the old man’s head considerably, its health bar gradually dropping.

The creature clearly sensed something amiss. After a grating sound of flesh and blood, it slowly retracted into the darkness above.

This time, Abandon clearly saw the boss “War King” for what it was—

The head’s skin was loose, covered in age spots, the crown deeply embedded in the skull, with one eye open and the other filled with various swords and spears. Its facial proportions were completely distorted, looking inhuman and making one’s skin crawl.

Especially that mouth. The head’s mouth opened as wide as a snake’s, with sharp teeth, and the corners of the mouth torn raggedly. Drool, murky and black, flowed down the sharp teeth, emitting a strong stench of decay.

What kind of thing is this!

Being looked down upon by such a creature, Abandon felt weak in the knees. He had seen the red-haired man’s holy light magic—ordinary bosses couldn’t withstand a second hit, but this head endured over ten seconds of attack, losing less than 10% of its health.

Not to mention the cramped space, just the sheer pressure from its fall could crush them to death!

Is this a dungeon meant for humans? Is this something he could handle? Abandon suddenly felt like an ordinary office worker who had mistakenly entered an Olympic arena.

“Just throw debuffs at it!” Solo kicked him hard in the shin. “Just keep throwing—mindlessly throw—throw whenever your skills are ready—apart from adding debuffs, don’t do anything else!”

“But, but…”

The red-haired man was a mage, Anakin a healer, both Solo and himself were support… Who would tank? The Master of Paradise looked like a mage. Could it be a DPS rush???

Thinking this, he remembered to look towards the center of the platform.

The cloaked person pulled out a strangely shaped staff, supporting a protective shield. And beside him, the succubus finally let his tail go—somehow, a long sword appeared in his hand.

The sword was dripping with blood and purple flesh. Lying beside them was a huge tongue, cleanly severed.

The succubus glanced at Abandon, lifted the cloaked person’s hand, and kissed the back of it.

…Unquestionably a knightly gesture.

In the next moment, the person’s fighting and killing intent completely exploded, and for a second, Abandon thought another boss had entered the scene.

Abandon completely choked up.

To hell with the “meat-selling succubus”. This guy was way too strong! Can a succubus be this powerful?

This might be the scantily clad, strangest-acting knight he had ever seen… but this succubus might also be the strongest knight he had ever encountered.

A few steps away, Nol had no time to bother with the storm in Abandon’s mind.

[Well done. With the tongue cut like that, it won’t be able to use its “Greedy Lick” for a while,] he thought. [Next, continue attacking inside its mouth. Aim for its eye…]

[I want to attack from the outside,] Teest suddenly said.

[We’ve talked about this. A frontal collision is not in our favor.] Nol frowned. [This space is too limited. We don’t have a pure strength warrior, and we can’t withstand a direct hit.]

[I want to try my new skill.] Teest looked up at the old man’s head, eager to move.

In Nol’s surprised gaze, Teest raised his hand—the one not holding the sword—with a sly smile in the corner of his mouth.

The Mad Monk retracted his fingers, and with a crack, something quietly shattered in his palm.

Golden flames ignited from Teest’s body, and Nol instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes from the blinding light.

This guy dared to enhance his skills right in front of the boss!

Before the light dissipated, Nol raised the protective shield, quickly looking up to check the enemy’s status.

The War King’s head was submerged in darkness, its health bar unchanged.

As Teest fiddled in front of him, it didn’t make any attack moves—the previously wide-open eye and mouth were now closed. For some reason, it seemed to have fallen into a near-death slumber, its already scarce vitality dissipating even more.

A translucent system pop-up window floated in front of Nol, displaying a brand new skill.

[King of Sleep]!


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Suddenly Trending Ch6

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 6

Ran Lin received the contract for the reality show in November, and the filming was set to begin in January, leaving him only two months to prepare.

During these sixty days, besides taking time out to record the theme song for the show, he devoted the rest of his time to fitness training.

According to Wang Xi, he could be the National Little Brother, National Boyfriend, or even the National Husband, but first and foremost, he was a male celebrity. Even if his face was as beautiful as Daji*, his body shouldn’t be weak once the clothes come off.

*A famous figure in Chinese mythology and folklore, often portrayed as a fox spirit who takes on the form of a beautiful woman. She’s said to be the favorite concubine of King Zhou of Shang, the last ruler of the Shang dynasty. Her malevolent influence supposedly led King Zhou into a life of depravity and cruelty, which eventually contributed to the downfall of the Shang dynasty.

Ran Lin was too thin. Although he still had the grace of a young man, there was a certain slightness to his frame.

Wang Xi’s fitness plan for him was to gain some muscle appropriately. The overall image was still to maintain a bright youthful look, not needing bulging biceps or clearly defined abs, but rather a toned and healthy physique.

Ran Lin was obedient, so although it was hard work, he found a sense of achievement in seeing his body and fitness improve in the sweat.

The day he recorded the theme song happened to be Christmas Eve. Recording theme songs usually involved each person singing individually and then combining the recordings later, which saved time and effort and didn’t require coordinating the schedules of all the guests on the same day.

Lu Yiyao, Gu Jie, and Xia Xinran had already recorded separately.

Only he and Zhang Beichen were left.

Zhang Beichen’s TV drama crew had been rushing their schedule and hadn’t given him time off until the day before Christmas Eve. He came hurriedly the next day—if any later, the program’s final promotion wouldn’t be able to air as scheduled.

Ran Lin had the most flexible schedule of all the guests, so he had been waiting for the production team’s arrangement. Probably to save effort, the team didn’t want to record just for him on a separate day, so they waited until Zhang Beichen could come and informed Ran Lin to join on the same day. This way, they only had to set up the equipment once, which was cost-effective and efficient.

Ran Lin had no objections and rushed over early that morning.

The recording studio wasn’t ready yet, which displeased Wang Xi, but she still waited with Ran Lin. About two hours later, everything was prepared, and Zhang Beichen also arrived.

“I’m really sorry for being late. We just finished the drama shoot last night, and I’m quite exhausted. Sorry, sorry.”

Zhang Beichen’s agent, Wu Xuefeng, was a kindly middle-aged man in his forties, known affectionately as Wu Ge. He wasn’t tall, was slightly overweight, had a round face, and wore gold-rimmed glasses. He was often seen smiling with colleagues and the media, rarely showing a stern face.

Zhang Beichen followed behind him, bundled in a down jacket and silent, but his face bore a constant apologetic smile. Everyone could see that the face under his cap was genuinely fatigued, even affecting his handsome looks. He was clearly not well-rested.

His first act upon arrival was to apologize, and objectively speaking, they hadn’t actually delayed the production team—the recording studio had just been set up. So the staff laughed it off and moved on.

The recording engineer hurried the stars to start. Ran Lin didn’t have time to chat with Zhang Beichen and was quickly ushered into the recording booth.

Part of the recording booth footage would be used in the music video and behind-the-scenes clips. Since it was for recording a theme song, not acting or show-making, overly dramatic styling was avoided, so both of their outfits were quite casual.

“I heard you arrived two hours early. Sorry to have kept you waiting so long.”

Just as Ran Lin was about to put on his headphones, he heard a gentle, magnetic voice beside him.

Zhang Beichen’s first words to him were an apology.

Ran Lin turned in surprise, taking a serious look at his partner for the first time.

Zhang Beichen was handsome and tall—taller than Ran Lin’s 180 cm—probably at least 184 cm. He has a sunny disposition, much like the charismatic and popular basketball team captain in college, who inspires many with his youthful vigor, passionately plays, and leads his team forward with enthusiasm and brotherhood.

“No, I came early.” Ran Lin quickly shook his head, meaningfully adding, “You know, my schedule is quite… flexible.”

Zhang Beichen paused, then realized Ran Lin was self-deprecating and laughed, his attitude more relaxed. “I saw what happened at the airport on the internet. It was pretty funny.”

Ran Lin was embarrassed, wishing he could erase that part of his history with correction fluid. “Can we skip this part…”

Zhang Beichen was amused by the pitiful look in his eyes and couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

The recording engineer couldn’t stand it anymore and reminded them from the microphone. “Handsome guys, let’s get started.”

After they put on their headphones, the intro music began.

Who would sing which part of the song was a matter for post-production. During the recording, Zhang Beichen sang the A section, Ran Lin the B section, and then they sang the chorus together.

Ran Lin was known as the singing king of his college’s external department, performing solo every year at the annual event and participating in various campus singing competitions. Although not a professional singer, he definitely had a voice that could perk up ears.

He had practiced the theme song so much that he knew it by heart, playing it on loop in the gym until even his coach begged for mercy, suggesting he use headphones with better sound insulation.

So as soon as the music started, Ran Lin was in the zone, his voice clean and warm, occasionally using subtle breath control.

This pleasantly surprised the entire recording team, who became much more positive in their attitude towards him.

In contrast, Zhang Beichen’s raw voice caused some frowns. Whether it was due to lack of rest or a natural lack of musical talent, his voice was strained, with high notes either breaking or failing to come out at all. Worse, he kept getting the lyrics wrong.

After several attempts, the recording engineer called a halt.

The plan had been to record them together in one go, but it turned out better to let Ran Lin sing solo first, then coach Zhang Beichen later.

By midday, Zhang Beichen was visibly struggling, and the recording team was disheartened.

Wang Xi sat there the whole morning without saying a word, her face growing darker and darker.

Ran Lin glanced over and prayed fervently, hoping she wouldn’t explode, even if it meant she remained as unapproachable as an ice sculpture.

The tense atmosphere persisted until the arrival of a large order of takeout—Wu Xuefeng had taken the initiative to order lunch and afternoon tea for everyone. Of course, he was paying for it.

Clay pot rice, shrimp dumplings, shumai, steamed spare ribs… All grievances seemed to vanish in the harmonious atmosphere akin to a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant.

The smell of coffee and sight of egg tarts made Zhang Beichen’s off-key singing seem more forgivable.

Before the recording team could resume, Ran Lin first approached Zhang Beichen, who was sitting dejectedly in a corner, and began to guide him empathetically.

“For the highest note in the chorus, ‘There’s light in the distance,’ you don’t have to strain your real voice to hit the pitch. The more you worry about reaching it, the more likely you are to make a mistake. Just sing it normally, even if it’s a few notes lower.”

Zhang Beichen was confused. “Wouldn’t that be off-key?”

Ran Lin glanced at the recording team, still engrossed in their meal, and then quietly said, “As long as you sing out, don’t get the lyrics wrong, don’t worry about being off-key. They can fix it, and it will sound good after mixing.”

Zhang Beichen still looked uneasy. He had never seriously recorded a song before. Even during his audition show, he performed street dance and only rapped during group performances, so he wasn’t familiar with these tricks.

“Don’t worry. I don’t hit every note perfectly either. They all need some post-processing.” Ran Lin reassured him and added, “You’re just nervous, focusing too much on that one line, and then messing up the rest. Just relax and let the lyrics flow smoothly, and it will be fine.”

Zhang Beichen seemed persuaded. “Really, it’s okay?”

“Yeah.” Ran Lin patted his shoulder, then chuckled softly. “You think when they mix our chorus with those of the other three, it will blend seamlessly? Besides pitch, there’s rhythm and enunciation. Not just that high note, even other parts won’t be perfectly in sync. It will obviously sound like a quintet.”

Zhang Beichen visualized this “harmonious” future scene and relaxed.

“Thanks,” he said, getting up to stretch and prepare to eat his neglected lunch.

Ran Lin, who had already finished eating, held his milk tea and smiled brightly. “I should thank you. It’s really good.”

After Zhang Beichen walked away, Wang Xi came and sat next to Ran Lin, half-smiling. “I didn’t realize you were such a good Samaritan.”

Ran Lin sensed that Wang Xi was in a bad mood, as if waiting for someone to set off her thunderous wrath, so he just chuckled awkwardly, not daring to add to the conversation.

Wang Xi glanced at him and didn’t pursue the matter further.

Ran Lin turned his face to the wall, silently praying for someone to take this sister away.

The afternoon recording session went very smoothly, and the recording engineer was surprised by the change in Zhang Beichen’s performance. Without any need for his coaching, Zhang Beichen seemed to have shed a great burden. His voice was no longer strained, and the lyrics were correct. Although he went off-key on the highest notes, there were no voice breaks or losses, and the issues were entirely within the scope of what could be fixed with post-production techniques. This improvement was truly heartening and brought a sense of relief.

They finished early, before four o’clock. Before leaving, Zhang Beichen proactively added Ran Lin on WeChat.

This was the first artist, other than Dream Without Limits, to actively add Ran Lin on social media.

During his previous film shoots, he had to take the initiative to add the lead actors, but even after adding them, there was little interaction, and sometimes he was even blocked from viewing their Moments, which was quite disheartening.

Having established a good relationship with one-fourth of his future collaborators, Ran Lin saw this as a positive start.

Leaving the recording studio, Wang Xi’s tense demeanor finally showed urgency, urging the driver to hurry to the company.

Ran Lin couldn’t recall any other tasks that needed to be completed at the company today, but he didn’t ask and just quietly followed along.

Upon returning to the company, they learned that Han Ze had been waiting in Wang Xi’s office for most of the day, and his mood wasn’t good.

Ran Lin then understood that Wang Xi’s low spirits all day had nothing to do with his recording efficiency. In fact, her mind might not have been in the recording studio at all. From the moment she was informed that Han Ze was waiting, she had already mentally returned to Dream Without Limits.

One star was at the peak of his popularity, the other’s future uncertain, both sharing the same agent. It was clear who needed more immediate attention.

Ran Lin understood this.

But human emotions were complex, and it was hard not to feel let down.

Wang Xi entered her office and first closed the blinds. What happened inside remained unknown to outsiders.

Ran Lin took out a packet of instant soymilk powder from his bag, found a paper cup in the pantry, and mixed it with hot water.

The aroma of soy milk was limited, but enough to relax Ran Lin.

The door to the pantry was gently pushed open, and a young girl tiptoed in.

Ran Lin thought she wanted to make coffee and moved aside for her.

Unexpectedly, the girl closed the door and walked straight up to him, her cheeks reddening as she approached, eventually turning as red as a bright apple.

“Um… I really love your portrayal of Linghu Xiaodao. Could you give me an autograph?” She blurted out, too shy to lift her head, extending a pen and a blank postcard.

Ran Lin took it, curious, and flipped it over to see Linghu Xiaodao’s photo from the drama.

When did his character get merchandise?

“I-I really like it, so I had it custom-made online!” she explained immediately, seeing his hesitation.

Ran Lin felt the girl looked familiar—certainly not a new employee. If she worked here daily, she wouldn’t have waited so long for an autograph.

The only explanation was that she was a new fan, not a new employee.

Meeting a new fan in person was a different experience from gaining followers online. The former was much more impactful and real.

Ran Lin knew it was silly, but he was thrilled, almost wanting to spin around in joy. Of course, he had to maintain his image in front of a fan, so he picked up the pen, trying hard not to smile too broadly. “Just an autograph, no blessings?”

The girl, eagerly awaiting, was taken aback by his question. “Ah?”

Ran Lin’s eyes crinkled with a smile. “Besides the autograph, don’t you want me to write something else?”

The girl lit up in disbelief. “Really?”

Ran Lin nodded. “Of course.”

She continued, “Anything?”

Ran Lin joked, “Except curses.”

The girl was amused and finally mustered the courage to say, “I want you to write ‘I love Lu Yiyao’!”

Ran Lin: “…”

Girl: “Aren’t you his die-hard fan?”

Ran Lin: “Yeah!”

Once a public image was established, it was like water poured out—it couldn’t be taken back.

In the evening, Wang Xi and Han Ze finally came out of the office. It was evident that they had reached some sort of agreement, as both seemed in a much better mood.

Seeing Ran Lin still waiting, Wang Xi was initially surprised, then apologized unusually. “Sorry for forgetting about you. There’s nothing else here. You can go back. Remember to work out on time tomorrow.”

Ran Lin felt a mix of frustration and resignation.

That night, the girl posted on Weibo. Although it was from an anonymous account, it still attracted over three thousand comments.

Initially, it was the fans of the CP who were excited. But gradually, a large number of Lu Yiyao’s fans joined in.

Compared to the restraint shown during the initial airport misunderstanding and the video of Yun Zhang and Linghu Xiaodao, Lu Yiyao’s fans seemed to have lost all their composure with this real-life CP, unleashing various complaints and insults. The girl was so frightened that she soon deleted the Weibo post, and the minor controversy subsided.

However, Ran Lin, who had witnessed everything, felt a growing unease.

Finally, on January 10, just before the recording, the reality show’s production team dropped a bombshell—they released the theme song and unveiled the mysterious fifth guest!

All five male celebrities retweeted the show’s Weibo post, but they hadn’t started any interactions with each other yet.

That night, Ran Lin’s Weibo followers increased by tens of thousands. However, among the thousands of new comments, about 70% were from Lu Yiyao’s fans, criticizing him for riding on the coattails of popularity and others mocking him for not deserving the title of National First Love. The remaining 30% were divided between those taking a wait-and-see approach and those staunchly supporting the CP, passionately defending it.

On January 15th, amid high expectations and mixed reviews, the first episode of the show was recorded in Guilin, amidst a whirlwind of discussion.


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Suddenly Trending Ch5

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 5

For every skilled Daoist, there’s a demon a zhang higher*.

*As virtue rises one foot, vice rises ten (道高一尺,魔高一丈) It’s a proverb often used to suggest that when good increases, evil increases even more in response. Note: A zhang is 3.33 meters.

Lu Yiyao, with minimal effort, harvested all the heat that had been painstakingly generated for Ran Lin.

It’s like you exhaust yourself swinging a shovel and hoe to fry a pot of sugar-coated chestnuts, only to have someone else easily scoop them up for just a few cents when they’re done.

The charm of the airport incident originally revolved around Lu Yiyao. If Ran Lin were replaced by some other low-tier actor, nobody would care. Thus, when Ran Lin’s proactive @ raised expectations to their peak, Lu Yiyao’s response became the brilliant climax of this event.

Whether they were fans or just passersby, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Then, either screaming until their voices were hoarse or laughing with great enthusiasm, they eagerly rushed to comment under Lu Yiyao’s Weibo, sharing the thoughts and feelings they had been brewing all day.

By the time Lu Yiyao posted his Weibo, Ran Lin had already been sent back to his dorm apartment.

In reality, he spent the entire day in the company’s meeting room doing just one thing—posting that Weibo tagging Lu Yiyao. The rest of the time was spent waiting for Lu Yiyao’s response.

But Lu Yiyao was too calm, so by four in the afternoon, Wang Xi, having other matters to attend to, let him go after giving some instructions.

There were three things Wang Xi instructed. The amount of information was quite large, but seemingly sure that he would understand, she stated them succinctly:

“First, for the near future, all Weibo-related actions must wait for company instructions; no free play or self-expression allowed. Second, tomorrow the company will arrange for you to visit Han Ze’s drama set. There will be a short interview by a gossip entertainment program also visiting. The airport incident will surely be brought up, so you better prepare in advance. Third, I will take over your scheduling. I might not be able to attend to you daily like Kang Hui, but we don’t need to be like family. Just remember, I can make you famous.”

What’s the relationship between an artist and their agent?

If the artist is famous enough, then the agent serves them.

But if the agent is more famous and has better resources and connections in the circle, then unfortunately, they’re here to lead you towards prosperity. If they tell you to plant rice, you better bend down and get to it.

“Have you seen Weibo?” At 6:02 PM, just two minutes after Lu Yiyao’s Weibo was posted, Wang Xi called.

Ran Lin was in the shower at the critical stage—hair washing. Fortunately, his phone was on the washstand, so despite the awkward situation with foam on his head, he still managed to pull back the shower curtain and answer the call, putting it on speaker.

“Not yet, Xi Jie. What’s up?”

“Lu Yiyao replied.”

“Really? How did he reply?”

“Aren’t you going to check yourself?”

“…”

“Are you in the bathroom?”

Ran Lin was startled. His first reaction was to grab the shower curtain to cover his lower body, then he looked up at the black and white ceiling of the bathroom, as if somewhere in those eerie squares had a hidden surveillance camera beneath them.

“You sound echoey. It’s obviously a closed space.” Wang Xi seemed to imagine his frantic actions from the sound of the shower curtain, her voice carrying a rare hint of amusement. “He interacted with your Weibo post, very cleverly done. You can check it. No need to reply to him. That would be superfluous. But remember to follow him.”

“Okay.”

After hanging up, Ran Lin wiped a clear path on the foggy mirror.

In the limited space of the mirror, a young man with messy hair from shampoo appeared. Bright eyes, white teeth, youthful energy, somewhere between a boy and a man, with a face full of collagen, past the baby fat but not yet maturely chiseled. Handsome and enduring.

“You can only fool little girls.” Ran Lin poked at the harmless face in the mirror. “Lu Yiyao probably wants to curse your entire family tree now.”

After quickly rinsing his hair and hastily finishing with the shower gel, Ran Lin then rolled back onto his bed with his phone.

Taking a deep breath, with the reverence of reading some important document or a great work, he clicked into Lu Yiyao’s Weibo.

Lu Yiyao’s public demeanor was within Ran Lin’s expectations, but his approach was even more brilliant than Ran Lin had anticipated.

Truly worthy of being a star who could grip both popularity and reputation.

Whether this attitude was Lu Yiyao’s own or his team’s suggestion, it was the most beautiful response.

From the replies under Lu Yiyao’s Weibo, it was clear to see that, aside from fans sending hearts, there was a stream of people turning into fans.

Ran Lin let out a soft sigh, somewhat wishfully thinking that since Lu Yiyao agreed or was willing to post such a Weibo, maybe he wasn’t so opposed to being used for popularity…

[😲 God Lu’s acting skills showcased in the mall. Yun Zhang’s angry soul returns!! [Second-hand video]]

“…and will never, ever, forgive you!”

Why did he impulsively click on this fan-taken video?

Why let him see that the video’s filming time was this very afternoon?

Why, long after the drama had finished shooting, could Lu Yiyao’s acting still be so genuine and immediate?

That night, Ran Lin dreamt about these questions.

In his dreams, the temporary stage in the mall had an extra person who looked and was built just like him. Lu Yiyao’s explosive line was no longer directed at the fans below, but at the person on stage with him.

Later, it seemed like Lu Yiyao wanted to get physical, but the host, sensing trouble, immediately made a joke.

Then Ran Lin woke up, frightened, and couldn’t fall back asleep.

—On this quiet autumn night, Ran Lin, an 18th-tier male star, made a wish that he would never cross paths with Lu Yiyao in this lifetime.

The visit to Han Ze’s drama set went smoothly. Although Han Ze was indifferent to him privately, he displayed unity and friendship in front of the camera, as expected of artists from the same company.

Sure enough, the moment the gossip entertainment reporter saw Ran Lin, they perked up, almost eager to interview him thoroughly about the airport incident.

Fortunately, Wang Xi intervened in time and pulled him away. Otherwise, most of the scenes he prepared for might not have been sufficient.

However, what ultimately appeared in the entertainment program was a somewhat shy and inexperienced young man regarding the airport incident. Far from being arrogant, he sincerely expressed his apologies for the trouble he caused Lu Yiyao.

The interview aired two days later. By then, the fervor over the airport incident had significantly cooled, but the lingering interest remained. Thus, Ran Lin gained a substantial number of new fans and followers.

On the day the program aired, Lu Yiyao responded to his follow—by mutually following each other on Weibo.

Mutual following was precisely the development the company hoped for, much like Lu Yiyao’s previous response, which the company also welcomed.

But for some reason, Ran Lin always found the timing of Lu Yiyao’s actions intriguing.

For example, his response to the Weibo post came after a whole day of the incident fermenting and after Lu Yiyao had recited lines at the mall.

And then, like this time, when the interview aired and the discussion, which had been dying down, revived again.

The timing of Lu Yiyao’s choices seemed like… he was using these actions to express his attitude. And Ran Lin always felt that the clearer Lu Yiyao’s response, the more it indicated that his emotions were fluctuating intensely, even though there was no basis for such a deduction.

The broadcast of the interview and mutual following on Weibo weren’t the end. That evening, a renowned two-dimension artist released a CP video of Yun Zhang x Linghu Xiaodao.

Linghu Xiaodao was the most handsome ancient costume character Ran Lin had ever played, among all his male roles. Although the drama’s viewership was abysmal from start to finish, and even the TV station was reluctant to rerun it, Linghu Xiaodao became the cherished character for a small group of two-dimension fangirls.

Needless to say, Yun Zhang had already become the husband of countless fangirls.

What was even more fatal, the video was excellently produced, combining clips of Yun Zhang and Linghu Xiaodao into a heart-wrenching, fanservice MV. From editing to soundtrack, it was seamless and fluent, making the four-minute video almost more exciting than the two original works.

People in the industry could tell it was professionally made.

Although many top fans create videos for their beloved characters, the timing of this release, right after mutual following and immediately being shared by various marketing accounts, was quite suggestive.

Of course, the melon*-eaters didn’t care about such nuances.

*Term used for gossip/rumors. Melon eaters/eating melons, refers to people who are consuming gossip without taking any sides or expressing any particular opinions.

Especially a wave of fangirls, instantly fired up by the video, were charmed to death.

Yun Zhang and Linghu Xiaodao rapidly ascended the hot search list.

The two parties involved didn’t respond further or interact.

But after all, the loving fangirls were a group capable of conjuring an 80-episode idol drama from a simple mutual follow. Thus, the CP hype, riding on the wave of the airport incident, blew even stronger and farther.

A month later, Ran Lin, who had appeared on several small-scale notices, received a contract for the reality show <National First Love Drifting Story>.

<National First Love Drifting Story> was a star-studded travel, adventure, survival, and challenge reality show heavily invested in by XX Satellite TV.

Judging from the planning alone, it seemed unfocused, a bit of a mishmash, unlike other shows where the focus was clear from the name—be it parenting, puzzle solving, singing, or labor. Even pure travel shows had their selling points—beautiful scenery plus celebrities. Audiences could easily choose what interests them.

But the cast of this show was its distinguishing feature—Lu Yiyao + Zhang Beichen + Xia Xinran + Gu Jie + ?.

These four names were among the brightest new generation in the entertainment industry.

The oldest, Gu Jie, was twenty-five, and the youngest, Xia Xinran, twenty-two. Although there were younger stars in the industry, either their popularity didn’t match up or their image didn’t fit the show’s planning.

More importantly, all five had achieved fame at a young age and had been touted as the “National First Love*” by their companies.

*Term in the entertainment industry referring to stars who capture the hearts of the public with their charming, fresh, and innocent image, reminiscent of one’s first love. Generally, these celebrities are youthful, attractive, and possess certain innocence or purity traits.

Lu Yiyao, needless to say, debuted in a youth campus movie adapted from a novel. Although he was still a sophomore at a university in the UK at the time, he took advantage of the holiday to return to China to play a supporting male role. As soon as the film was released, it achieved good box office results. Coupled with the “acting contrast” provided by the leading actors, Lu Yiyao, who had studied drama and performance at the University of Manchester for less than two years, unexpectedly gained the most popularity and successfully entered the entertainment industry. Of course, later on, because he spent most of his time filming in China, he eventually dropped out of university. Consequently, his management company soon stopped marketing him as a scholarly idol. However, his incomplete college education was still modestly listed in his Baidu Encyclopedia educational background section.

Zhang Beichen and Xia Xinran, 23 and 22, respectively, rose to fame four years ago in a talent show called <You Are Still Young>. At the time, countless girls dreamed of being their girlfriends.

Zhang Beichen, with his sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, was dashing, while Xia Xinran, with red lips and white teeth, was delicate and pretty. Both stunning and handsome, they impressed in subsequent film and television works. To this day, people have gradually forgotten their idol show origins but still remember their “youthful boyfriend” images.

Gu Jie was the most distinct among them—the epitome of hormonal appeal.

He became famous at twenty with an ancient detective drama, playing a taciturn but highly skilled young martial artist. Initially burdened with deep vengeance, he later clears his family’s name and avenges them with the help of the male lead, becoming the lead detective’s loyal hound.

That drama made both the male lead and him famous, especially Gu Jie, who initially received unfavorable reviews—his looks were only average in the demanding idol drama environment, and he had a slightly dark complexion and an odd appearance, perhaps having offended the makeup artist. But later, thanks to his heart-wrenching romance with the second female lead, he rebounded.

And in a scene near the end, the screenwriter showcased his physique.

Only then did people realize, “Holy shit, he’s thin in clothes but muscular without! Totally different from the frail, flowery young men outside!” He exuded raw, sexual masculinity!

That’s just human nature. When someone dislikes you, even your beauty appears ugly, and when they like you, even your ugliness seems handsome.

Besides, Gu Jie wasn’t ugly. After the TV series ended and he attended various promotions, he adopted a clean and dashing style. Gradually, no one thought he wasn’t handsome anymore. Everyone felt he was irresistibly charming, the kind whose mere glance could “impregnate”.

There were five guests, but only four names. During the initial promotion of the show, the fifth guest was represented by the silhouette of a killer from the “Conan” series, a move Ran Lin thought was just a gimmick by the production team.

It wasn’t until Wang Xi handed him the contract that he realized the star the production team had in mind was still considering and hadn’t given a final word, forcing them to wait.

Now that the star had declined due to scheduling conflicts, only they knew the real reasons. Wang Xi finally managed to secure this opportunity for Ran Lin.

Partly due to Wang Xi’s efforts and partly due to luck.

In terms of fame, appearing on the show with these four was a step up for Ran Lin. The production aimed to present the “National First Love”, a concept not so easy to personify. There were many popular stars, but few could claim the title of “National First Love”, be available, and not demand exorbitant fees. After much deliberation, they settled on Ran Lin, whose recent popularity was intertwined with Lu Yiyao.

Although his fame might be somewhat inflated, he was affordable. The price Wang Xi negotiated for his participation in this reality show was a bargain for the production team.

One wanted to rise on the heat of the moment, the other sought the best value for a smooth production. Once they negotiated, it was a perfect match.

“The terms are a bit strict but not excessive. We’re the ones asking, so some compromise is necessary,” Wang Xi said nonchalantly as Ran Lin scrutinized the contract.

Ran Lin blinked, returning to the present. In fact, Wang Xi had misunderstood him; although he was pondering over the contract, his mind was occupied with someone else.

Putting down the contract, Ran Lin looked worriedly at Wang Xi. “Are you sure… he will accept my participation?”

The person Ran Lin hoped never to encounter again—not only might they meet, but they would also be shoulder to shoulder on a rough journey.

Ran Lin was now embarrassed to even think of the other’s name, fearing the gods might record another sin against him.

Wang Xi thought he had a serious question. Hearing this, she smiled. “He signed the contract last month. He won’t break it for you. Besides…” Her makeup-perfect face showed a familiar trace of sarcasm. “His status isn’t high enough to influence the production team’s decisions.”

Ran Lin had nothing more to say.

Actually, he wanted to ask if he could avoid participating, or at least join a different show, and not always be associated with the same person.

But he knew there was no need to ask.

Just looking at the lineup, he knew this variety show would be a hot topic. Wang Xi must have worked hard to secure this opportunity. Missing out on this would mean losing a rare chance.

Shanghai, in a dressing room at a magazine cover photo shoot.

After the stylist finished Lu Yiyao’s makeup and left his agent Yao Hong brought hot news, which shocked Lu Yiyao…

“Ran Lin is the fifth person?!”

And infuriated him.

“I’ve tolerated the fake CP hype but is he planning to exploit me forever?!”

In the makeup room, only Lu Yiyao and Yao Hong remained, but the former still kept his voice as low as possible, expressing his vehement feelings through gritted teeth.

Hong Jie gently patted her artist’s shoulder, a light touch with a calming effect. “He’s affordable and can fit the ‘National First Love’ theme.”

Yao Hong’s voice, as plain and kind as her personality, gradually calmed Lu Yiyao. However, he still found the claim of Ran Lin fitting the show’s theme laughable. “Him, a National First Love?”

Lu Yiyao was naturally charismatic; even his angry expressions were charming.

Fortunately, Yao Hong’s son was already in high school, so managing Lu Yiyao was like taking care of a child, with patience and tolerance.

However, Yao Hong’s ability to bring Lu Yiyao to his current status indicates that she wasn’t a pushover. Unlike Wang Xi’s assertive and flamboyant style, Yao Hong possessed a combination of softness and firmness, handling matters with more tact and thoroughness.

Seeing Yao Hong scrolling through her phone, Lu Yiyao curiously asked, “Hong Jie…”

After a moment, she handed him the phone.

It was an entertainment news article from two years ago, the kind written out of desperation for lack of topics— [If there’s a first love, it must look like you: Ran Lin, the most handsome boy in a white shirt in history.]

The content was negligible, full of clichés.

But the accompanying picture was intriguing. Sunset, playground, horizontal bars, a boy in a white shirt.

“See? Fits the first love theme, right?” Yao Hong teased seeing how engrossed Lu Yiyao was.

Lu Yiyao returned the phone, pondering for a while before commenting, “He’s aged well.”

The boy by the playground and the “fake fan” at the airport, except for their clothes, were indistinguishable.

It was a face forgotten by time, forever young.

“Stop thinking about it and prepare well.” Yao Hong knew Lu Yiyao had accepted reality but still needed time to let go. “This is your first variety show. It’s very important.”

Lu Yiyao, however, struggled in his thoughts one last time. “Is there really no way out?”

Yao Hong looked into his eyes, saying softly but firmly, “One day in the future, you will be a true superstar. Then, everyone who wants to stand by your side will need your consent.”

Lu Yiyao was momentarily speechless.

The photography assistant came in to notify the start of the second set.

Lu Yiyao nodded and followed him out.

He was distracted during the second part of the shoot, only gradually focusing after several reminders from the photographer.

He was pondering Yao Hong’s words.

He wasn’t questioning their validity but wondering if that future was what he truly wanted.


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Suddenly Trending Ch4

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 4

There would never be a hot search on Weibo without a reason.

Even if the onlookers were idle, what was the chance that tens of thousands of them were typing the same keyword in the search bar at the same time? Even twins aren’t that in sync!

So, it wasn’t the masses who created the hot search, but some mysterious force that put it there first, and then you followed the trend, becoming one of those hundreds of thousands, even millions, of searches.

Lu Yiyao’s team had done this kind of thing too.

Especially during the time when the reputation of <Ten Years of Rainy Night> wasn’t particularly good, even him drinking black coffee could make the hot search. The omnipresent articles praising his explosive acting skills seemed to be everywhere online, as if his team wished to portray him as the only saving grace of this drama, making him feel somewhat guilty and question Hong Jie if this might be going too far.

But before his own studio’s PR team could stop, the producers, not wanting to sit idly by, furiously invested in publicity, determined to stir up popularity to compensate for the lackluster reputation.

So, Lu Yiyao, just after drinking black coffee, started to show off his love with the female lead in the hot search.

In all honesty, the female lead had a boyfriend who was a behind the scenes wealthy man crazy about his wife. Therefore, after the drama finished shooting, apart from public promotions, he never even exchanged phone numbers or WeChat with the female lead, let alone something like “Lu Yiyao admits XXX is his standard for choosing a partner”, which was obviously a ridiculously fake headline.

But there was no choice.

The rights to the name “Lu Yiyao” in the hot search no longer belonged to him. It belonged to the management team, to the drama producers. Thus, this name had a doll dress-up game, wearing hot pants today and a dress tomorrow.

The only difference was that the hot searches created by the management team could be about Lu Yiyao’s real life or his drama character, while those created by the drama producers always came with the tag of the character Yun Zhang.

So, the combination of Ran Lin + Lu Yiyao suddenly appearing in the hot search made Lu Yiyao extremely angry.

No matter how much his own team promoted him, they would never bind someone else to him without permission—that was the red line Lu Yiyao set for his PR team.

Yao Hong once tactfully advised him, saying that being too upright in the entertainment industry was fatal. The onlookers didn’t care about your stance. What they saw most directly was that this star was very active, always in the news, while that one was always silent, probably flopped.

But Lu Yiyao didn’t think this was being too upright.

If he were really so high-minded, he wouldn’t have cooperated with appearing on the hot search for every little thing, even managing to act in a crying scene without eye drops, thus becoming a sensation in announcements for his genuine performance without artificial aids.

But hyping himself up was one thing.

Exploiting others was another.

This was Lu Yiyao’s principle, unrelated to whether he was a star or not.

So, he was angry, not just because he was frustrated at being exploited, but more so at his own foolishness and annoyance.

It was all tricks, through and through.

From the moment Ran Lin chose to appear at the airport wearing that baseball uniform that made him ten years younger, the trickery had already begun.

Don’t mention anything about coincidences or misunderstandings.

How could it be such a coincidence that, among so many fans at the airport, only one light board fell? How come, among all the airport staff, only this eighteen-tier star cared about the environment? Why did he stand at the exit in a daze after picking up the light board? The timing of the airport surveillance leak was just so coincidental? The gossip marketers were so idle to do video post-production themselves?

Go to hell!

Once all the accidentals were removed, it was all a trap.

The makeup artist looked at her boss, his chest heaving, burning with rage. His handsome face was frowning, and his facial muscles were as stiff as if he had been over-injected with hyaluronic acid. She wanted to comfort him, telling him not to keep it all bottled up, just curse it out.

But she knew her advice would be useless.

At the age of twelve, he was sent to a private boarding school in England, only returning to China to join the entertainment industry after dropping out of university at twenty.

The most critical eight years of personality development were spent in the thick British atmosphere.

Although Lu Yiyao himself never said it.

But everyone in the studio, including Hong Jie, could see that the mainland star was always striving to be a gentleman with good upbringing.

Lu Yiyao’s black coffee aroma didn’t reach Dream Without Limits.

At that moment, Ran Lin was sitting in the empty meeting room of the company, munching on a bun, sipping soy milk, and scrolling through Weibo.

He was summoned to the company just after ten, and he was left hanging here for almost an hour.

Other than Kang Hui’s words of “Don’t make a sound on Weibo or accidentally like anything,” he received no other instructions.

Bored to death, he could only nibble on his breakfast in this empty time nearing noon.

Had he not been interrupted, he could’ve slept till sunset in his own little nest. But now, even if he wanted to sleep, he couldn’t.

He was suddenly trending on Weibo. It was unbelievable that the company actually spent such money on him.

Even more unbelievable was how effectively they drove the topic. Starting from the “Most Awkward Pick-Up in History” to the current “Together”, the rhythm was perfectly led.

And gradually, videos from TV shows he participated in years ago started to surface. This led to another round of heated comments like “Ahhh, fresh out of water*” and “Why did he debut as a youth and is still a youth now, damn.”

*(鲜出水) Term used online to metaphorically describe someone who appears youthful and vibrant, making them “refreshing” as they have just emerged untouched. It’s basically a compliment that highlights someone’s youthful appearance and their “fresh and energetic” presence.

Step by step, methodically, it was like a textbook case of Weibo promotion.

Kang Hui couldn’t possibly have this level of operational skill.

Ran Lin narrowed his eyes, munching on his bun, brainstorming. The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows fell on his youthful side face. His eyelashes cast beautiful arcs in the light and shadow, looking just like a campus idol.

Of course, an idol wouldn’t be eating buns in a study room.

At noon, the meeting room door was finally opened.

Ran Lin, nearly dozing off in the autumn sun, hurriedly climbed up from the table. Upon seeing the visitor, he immediately stood up straight. “Xi Jie.”

Ran Lin, though thin, was a tall guy at 1.8 meters. But in front of Wang Xi, who was 1.68 meters, his presence was instantly overshadowed.

Wang Xi, in her early forties, looked around thirty-five.

She wore a set of ash-gray professional attire, a vest over a white shirt, with cropped pants and high heels today. The vest’s waistline was perfectly cinched, accentuating her graceful waist. The shirt was classic in style with thoughtful details. The pants were slightly tapered at the hem, revealing a bit of ankle, creating a visually cohesive look with the high heels, making her legs appear long and straight.

“Sit.” Wang Xi’s attitude was so natural that it didn’t seem like this was her first direct conversation with Ran Lin, but more like a boss wanting to talk to an employee. After saying this, she went around to the other side of the large conference table and sat down first.

Ran Lin hurriedly walked two steps to the right, sat down directly opposite Wang Xi, and instinctively straightened his back.

“Have you been sleeping here all morning?” Wang Xi’s voice was somewhat cold that even her joking sounded more like mockery.

Ran Lin, who usually seems very jovial and fond of jokes, actually knew very well when to be serious.

“I scrolled through Weibo for two hours, then I was afraid of accidentally liking something and disrupting the rhythm the company had worked so hard to establish for me, so I dared not to continue.”

Wang Xi slightly tilted her head, looking at Ran Lin with interest for the first time. “You are smarter than I thought.”

Ran Lin laughed awkwardly, not sure whether to respond or not, and finally just scratched his head and straightforwardly asked, “Xi Jie, just tell me whatever plans the company has.”

Wang Xi slightly lifted her eyelids. “Before, the company was cooperating with you. From now on, you need to cooperate with the company.”

Ran Lin was stunned, blinking his deer-like eyes, not quite understanding.

What did she mean by the company cooperating with him? He didn’t even dare to leave the conference room all morning except for going to the bathroom.

Wang Xi didn’t expect him to understand immediately and further explained, “What you did last night was good—great timing, and you were lucky. But in this circle, you can’t rely on luck. You need to rely on operations, understand?”

Ran Lin suddenly felt embarrassed and hurriedly said, “No, Xi Jie. Last night’s incident was an acci…”

“No need to explain to me. Whether it was a misunderstanding or intentional, it makes no difference.” Wang Xi leaned forward slightly, her sharp gaze locking onto Ran Lin. “What I care about is how to use this opportunity to make a comeback for you.”

Ran Lin nodded, not speaking further.

A “salted fish*” wasn’t qualified to talk about a comeback.

*It’s a metaphor referring to someone who wants to be lazy and has no great ambitions.

“If there’s no problem, the company will help you post a Weibo tagging Lu Yiyao. If you’re not comfortable, you can post it yourself, but the content must follow what we set. As for the follow-up interactions, let’s see how Lu Yiyao reacts.”

“…”

“Don’t understand again?”

“Can I see the draft of the Weibo post first?”

Wang Xi frowned slightly, not quite appreciating Ran Lin’s overthinking. She preferred obedient artists, who do as told, because her decisions for them were always the most efficient and beneficial.

But it was just the beginning. He would be trained eventually. At least Ran Lin had good comprehension, understanding quickly, saving her a lot of effort.

Most celebrities’ Weibo accounts were managed jointly by the artist and the company. The former would post about life and emotions, interacting with known people or other celebrities, while the latter would post edited street shots, selfies, drama stills, event photos, and all advertising promotions.

The company might suggest celebrities post seemingly high-EQ comments on hot topics, buy and sell personas, as well as how to act cute and interact with other celebrities, but rarely directly posts these kinds of personal things for them. After all, celebrities are also people who want to have their own opinions, views, and social circles.

Therefore, although the company had Ran Lin’s Weibo account password, involving Lu Yiyao, they still needed to notify him in advance.

[I really didn’t mean it 😂 @Lu Yiyao]

Ran Lin looked at the draft message Wang Xi quickly edited on her phone, feeling as if eight hundred horses were galloping through the grasslands in his heart.

If he were Lu Yiyao, seeing this Weibo post, he might first block this Ran Lin, then pull him out of the blacklist to give him a severe punishment on the level of the top ten tortures of the Qing dynasty, and then block him again!

“The video is already so hot. Just repost it and act cute. It’s no big deal,” Wang Xi said lightly.

But Ran Lin could only see two words from this draft—blatantly shameless1.

“Can I… not tag Lu Yiyao?” Ran Lin struggled internally for a long time before bringing up this request, which was sure to be criticized.

In fact, he didn’t even want to post on Weibo, but if he said that directly, he probably wouldn’t even have a chance to discuss it.

As expected, Wang Xi’s face darkened, and her voice turned completely cold. “Not tag Lu Yiyao? Are you saying that everyone’s been busy all morning for nothing? Or do you think you’re hot enough on your own, not needing to ride on the coattails of a popular actor?”

Biting the bullet and meeting Wang Xi’s sharp gaze, Ran Lin tried to make his attitude seem neither too resistant nor too yielding. “I understand the effort the company has put into me; otherwise, with my level of obscurity, even if I were associated with Lu Yiyao, there wouldn’t be this level of discussion. But now there are already comments on Weibo accusing me of riding on his popularity. If I tag Lu Yiyao now, won’t it be too obvious?”

Wang Xi chuckled and said mockingly, “It’s already very obvious, so whether you continue to ride on his popularity or not, you can’t establish a reputation for integrity.”

The words were harsh, but Ran Lin had no time to be angry. He just hoped to minimize the severity of being blacklisted or criticized by Lu Yiyao’s fans and onlookers. “How about this, Xi Jie. I’ll post the Weibo, and I’ll tag Lu Yiyao, but I’ll edit the content myself. Once it’s done, I’ll show it to you, and if you approve, then I’ll post it.”

Wang Xi looked at him for a long time, searching for any signs of cunning or ulterior motives, but there seemed to be none. It was just a sincere negotiation.

“Okay.” Since he agreed to tag Lu Yiyao so readily, she let it slide.

But—

Wang Xi’s fingernails, painted with nude polish, lightly tapped on the dark wooden table, making her words deliberate. “You only get one chance to turn things around. If you miss it, even God can’t make you popular.”

Ran Lin smiled and said nothing.

Perhaps because he had never been truly popular, he no longer had a strong desire for fame. But he wanted to act, and if being famous meant getting roles, then he’d play by the rules this time.

It was just that he felt a bit sorry for Lu Yiyao.

Five minutes later, Wang Xi, looking at the Weibo draft on Ran Lin’s phone, raised her beautifully shaped eyebrows.

She didn’t look at Ran Lin, but there was rare approval in her eyes as she looked at the phone screen, and her voice turned from cloudy to sunny. “Actually, even if you posted according to my draft, Lu Yiyao wouldn’t publicly confront you. Getting on the hot search without spending a penny, his PR team would be too happy to care. Moreover, he needs to continue playing the role of Mr. Nice Guy. But your version now is more likely to garner sympathy…” Towards the end, Wang Xi finally looked up and gave him a genuine smile. “You’re not that dumb after all.”

Ran Lin laughed awkwardly, while in his heart, he apologized to Lu Yiyao a hundred times over.

At one o’clock in the afternoon, Beijing time, Ran Lin, the subject of the hot search whirlwind, finally spoke up. He reposted the most popular subtitled video and wrote in Weibo—[#Meeting an idol who respects and cares for fans, you’ve become a fan too, #Whether it was before or not, from this moment, I am your die-hard fan. Please accept my beam of love! 🤩* @Lu Yiyao]

*It’s actually an Ultraman emoji. I imagine something like this.

Without the company’s intervention, Ran Lin’s Weibo exploded first!

First, a bunch of girls, whether fans or passersby, fainted in their pink bubbles, then Lu Yiyao’s fan army arrived, uniformly praising Lu Yiyao as the idol who treats fans the best and thanking Ran Lin for liking him.

Of course, there were discordant voices, such as some overly sensitive true fans who came up and accused him of riding on Lu Yiyao’s popularity!

But they were quickly stopped by other fans, saying no one has the right to chase away any fan on behalf of Lu Yiyao. “Poster, please don’t take it to heart.”

Ran Lin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart; this was the best scenario he could have hoped for.

Since he was already riding on the coattails of popularity, he might as well do it openly and simultaneously brush up some good feelings for Lu Yiyao.

This way, even if Lu Yiyao’s fans wanted to complain, they would be more lenient considering he had praised Lu Yiyao.

Ran Lin, you scheming bitch1!

1This is referring to him being blatantly shameless (mentioned earlier). The word is (心机) which is a colloquialism that combines cunning/scheming with a derogatory term for a woman (usually bitch). 

After scolding himself, Ran Lin silently prayed that Lu Yiyao was an easygoing person.

Because getting angry was inevitable. Everyone in the circle knew how to play the game; being suddenly tagged, nobody should treat anyone else as a fool.

But if someone was easygoing, their temper would come and go quickly, making both Lu Yiyao comfortable and lessening Ran Lin’s guilt.

At the same time, in a shopping mall beside Chang’an Street.

The hall was packed with roaring fans, and on the temporary promotional event stage, the host invited the brand’s spokesperson, Lu Yiyao, to offer some benefits to all his supporting fans at the end.

“This is difficult for me.” Lu Yiyao showed a troubled expression, but his eyes still smiled, curving beautifully and occasionally glancing at the audience, causing waves of screams.

“How about this.” Seeing time was running out, the host cleverly intervened. “Many fans became your fangirls through <Yun Zhang>, so could you perform a line from the drama to let everyone relive the charm of Yun Zhang?”

Lu Yiyao liked this suggestion. He immediately nodded, then faced the audience, and in a few seconds, entered the emotion.

The fans below held their breath, and the entire mall instantly quieted.

When he looked up again, the smile was gone. The man on stage, though dressed in a modern fashion style that didn’t match the drama, anyone who had seen the drama could feel that at this moment, he was no longer Lu Yiyao but Yun Zhang, deeply hurt and hated by his beloved—

“Don’t ask me when I can let go. Because I love you, I will never let go and will never, ever, forgive you!”

Three seconds of dead silence.

Then, thunderous applause and screaming erupted.

At six o’clock in the evening, Beijing time, after fermenting for a whole day, the airport blunder finally received a response from the other party involved, Lu Yiyao—

[The true love fan is too handsome, I’m also desperate 😭 //@Ran Lin: #Meeting an idol who respects and cares for fans, you’ve become a fan too, #Whether it was before or not, from this moment, I am your die-hard fan. Please accept my beam of love! 🤩 @Lu Yiyao]

How hard is it to maintain a good public image?

Lu Yiyao thought it depends on each person’s definition of “hard”.

In his case, smiling and acting cute while his heart bled was already pushing himself to the limit.


Kinky Thoughts:

Oh god, trying to find matching emojis is killing me… but probably not as much as how Lu Yiyao is feeling right now (lol).


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Full Server First Kill Ch114

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 114: A Peaceful Prelude

Ranger Abandon was heartbroken.

He jokingly chose “Abandon” as his ID, and ironically, his name came true. His team got lost in the vast Black Forest.

A member of the Homeward Saints Guild and somewhat of a team leader, his four-person team comprised older amateur Players with a mobile combat style.

They couldn’t compete with professional gamers and had no aspirations for the frontline, making their leveling pace lag behind the main force. Their leader, Hot Ash, sensibly assigned them to exploration, studying dungeons.

Fairly, it was a sound decision. Eager to prove his worth, Abandon chose the legendary “Paradise” in the Black Forest.

However, he underestimated the difficulty!

They accidentally entered a terrain dungeon called [Ancient Battlefield Miasma] and wandered for fourteen days without finding a way out.

The gray fog obscured their vision; the ground was a mix of rotting mud and skeletons. A misstep could lead them into black-green marshes, sinking their boots into stench. Trees hung with vines and cobwebs, and amidst the fog created a scenery that looked eerily similar.

The dungeon’s monsters were various undead creatures—will-o’-wisps or skeletons with rotting flesh hanging off them. Day and night made no difference here, and even after clearing them out, new ones emerged after a few hours, aimlessly wandering.

The torment seemed endless.

While water needs were met with magic, their food supply dwindled. The area lacked even insects, let alone edible prey. On this day, they could only muster two finger-length pieces of jerky and a walnut-sized pack of butter.

“We can’t possibly die here. That would be too embarrassing,” lamented the team’s Paladin, near tears.

“Should’ve read the task prompt before accepting… it’s all Abba’s fault, saying he could clear the maze in seconds. Can he clear this thirty-day mission in seconds?” The Forest Archer, the attack output, complained weakly.

“It’s not all his fault. Who knew there’d be no supplies? Even some mushrooms would’ve been nice.”

The Priest leaned on his staff, barely standing. “Do you smell instant noodles? Beef flavor… though I prefer shrimp and fish cake flavor…”

Abandon trudged forward, nearly tripping over bones. Death wasn’t the issue, but their exhaustion, pain, and hunger were very real. Worst-case scenario, they might become eternally immobile living corpses due to “starvation”.

Upon encountering the same giant rock for the twentieth time, the team couldn’t go on. Everyone nibbled on a bit of butter, lethargically swallowing. Abandon didn’t dare to eat. He climbed atop the rock, hoping to glean some insight from the rolling fog.

That was when he saw something remarkable.

Far off, another team seemed to be advancing. Years later, Abandon couldn’t forget that scene—

“This is the periphery of the ‘Ancient Battlefield Tombs’, where the number of undead is relatively constant, and they’re not very strong.”

A young man’s gentle voice explained. “Everyone can take a few hits, then let the younger members handle them.”

His voice was pleasant, but the shadows in the fog were not. Abandon immediately spotted the large Ironbone Bear, his hair standing on end.

How could so many monsters suddenly appear?

“Once we enter the Ancient Battlefield, there will be more undead and high-level carrion creatures. We’ll split the enemies in half—half for us, half for your mercenary group,” the young voice said politely.

“Sure, we’ll take good care of your subordinates,” a rich, pleasant male voice responded.

A mercenary group!

Abandon was overjoyed—regardless of the monster count, mercenaries could only mean humans! He slid down the rock, grabbing his teammates and rushing towards the source of the voices.

“Help!” he called hoarsely. “We’re trapped here, help us!”

The conversation stopped abruptly, and a figure approached them through the fog.

The moment they saw the newcomer, Abandon was nearly moved to tears—

Before him was a man who seemed to slowly emerge from the gray ocean, his silver-white hair almost blending with the fog. He was extremely handsome, and if not for the lack of a Player’s earring, Abandon would’ve mistaken him for a highly skilled Player.

It was like a divine messenger had arrived.

But soon, he noticed something odd. The man had a pair of hard black horns on his head and a glossy, full tail swaying behind him.

…A male succubus?

Well, it’s not strange! Succubi love socializing, and Abandon had heard of mercenary groups with succubus members.

The golden eyes moved through the fog, locking onto the trembling four. They looked like four desperate kiwis, having rolled in mud and avoiding excessive magic use for cleanliness.

The succubus let go of his hand gripping the hunting knife. “Pfft!”

Abandon’s good impression shattered in seconds at the merciless laugh.

“We can’t find the way out,” he said dryly. “Please ask your mercenary group to help us. We’ll pay handsomely!”

“I’m not part of any mercenary group.”

The golden eyes glanced at their mud-spattered Player earrings, showing disdain. “Never mind, come here, Miss Prude.”

Another figure soon emerged from the fog.

This time, Abandon almost burst into tears—

Heaven be praised, it was Miss Anakin, the Homeward Saints Guild’s top healer Anakin!

He ran up to her, almost tripping. “Fellow countryman, give us something to eat. We haven’t eaten for three days!”

Hearing this classic scam line, Anakin instinctively stepped back. “……”

Anakin: “You are…?”

“The 42nd Exploration Team of the Homeward Saints Guild.” Abandon sobbed, his voice cracking. “I’m Abandon.”

“Oh!” Anakin immediately remembered upon hearing the peculiar ID. “You’re exploring the Black Forest?”

“Yes, yes. We’ve been trapped for half a month. We can’t contact the outside world! Are you on a mission nearby? Can you take us with you? We’ll be useful!” Abandon’s voice was tearful.

If they were just sent out of the dungeon, it would be too humiliating. They wouldn’t meet their monthly work goals. Better to ride on this big shot’s coattail and submit a decent report.

In Abandon’s mind, healers were high-status, especially a top-three Player like Anakin. Whatever task Anakin was on, if she agreed to help, it was almost a sure deal.

But Anakin seemed nervous.

She inhaled sharply, glancing at the succubus, who remained silent. She hesitated before saying, “Okay, I can ask for you. But I can’t promise you can join the quest.”

She then handed out four ham sandwiches and two large cans of sugary milk, retreating back into the fog. The succubus remained at a distance, scrutinizing them.

“What are you looking at… Mmph!” The typically irritable archer was about to retort, but Abandon quickly covered his mouth.

The others didn’t see, but he did. When Anakin looked at the succubus, her eyes held fear and caution.

Although succubi weren’t the most powerful, caution was warranted.

The succubus’s tail twitched slightly, and after another glance at the four, he disappeared back into the fog.

On the other side.

Nol had a bit of a headache.

The locals had to be saved, but he couldn’t let them freely join the team—Paradise’s neighbors had no hobbies other than chatting. If these four stayed among the monsters for fifteen minutes, unless they were fools, they’d guess Paradise’s true situation.

But isolating them left only one option—stuffing them into the Drifting Mercenary Group.

And they were from the Homeward Saints Guild of the Temple of Life, making the situation delicate, like asking someone to take care of an ex’s child.

To be honest, Nol didn’t want to speculate on Painter’s view of him at this moment.

Just a few days ago, Teest openly gave him roses and remnants of a Supplement Demon, with Painter smiling politely but saying nothing.

Today, as the team set off, Teest, citing the need to “conceal his identity in front of the Drifting Mercenary Group”, excitedly dressed up as a succubus. He donned the traditional scanty succubus attire, and his tail frequently coiled around Nol’s wrist.

Anakin and Solo seemed indifferent, but Painter’s gaze was intriguing. Nol’s face burned, forcing himself to act normal.

Was it that he seduced the Mad Monk, or that the Mad Monk seduced him?

Either way, it was far from the “upright and reliable” image Nol wanted to show. Now he had to trouble Painter further—

“Little one, I think your Paradise might not be convenient for human guests.” Painter smiled, suggesting, “Give us some more supplies, and we’ll handle this for you.”

“You don’t mind them being…”

“Oh, I didn’t leave the Temple of Life because I hated the Goddess. She’s indifferent to mortals, so I didn’t want to wait around, that’s all.” Painter shook his head speaking in a casual tone. “Besides, the Saints come from afar, unfamiliar with the land. I would’ve relied on the Temple too if I was in their place. Why mind? It’s all business.”

“I’ll give you supplies for ten more people,” Nol promised earnestly.

With only sixteen members in Painter’s Drifting Mercenary Group, Paradise was being very generous.

“You’re so generous. I’m deeply grateful!”

As the atmosphere seemed to be getting better, Mr. Succubus Teest moved closer, his plump tail coiling around Nol’s wrist again. Painter made an “ah” sound, smilingly closing his mouth.

[Those four people will barely not hold us back.] Teest’s tail tip caressed between Nol’s fingers. [The Paladin and Ranger are passable, the Archer is too impulsive, and the Priest is indecisive and not very useful. It would be best to let Painter take care of them. After all, you don’t need a second knight.]

[Mr. Painter has already agreed to take care of them.]

[Truly, he’s a cunning red-haired fox.] Teest glanced at Painter.

……

At the beginning, Abandon was ushered into a dream-like life.

As expected, the healing profession held significant weight. Anakin led them to a small mercenary group of about a dozen people. They were provided with tents, potions, and food.

The faces in the mercenary group were unfamiliar, but they were cheerful and friendly. Except for their extra closeness to one of the members, they seemed no different from a normal mercenary group.

It seemed the danger level of this mission wasn’t high.

The team moved forward at a relaxed pace, with someone handling the monsters ahead. Abandon and his companions, sipping corn soup from their cups, had almost nothing to do—apart from the sweet soup, they also received steaming meat pies and apple cider.

“Sister, what kind of mission is this?” Abandon couldn’t help but ask Anakin.

With food and drink provided and someone leading the way, it felt like being carried in an online game—if it weren’t for the mercenaries laughing and eating meat, Abandon might have felt too comfortable.

“A joint mission between Paradise and the human mercenary group,” Anakin whispered. “Just grinding for experience points, nothing much.”

“That succubus is from Paradise?!” Abandon was shocked. “Hey, apart from him, how many other monsters came?”

Anakin looked at him with a nearly pitying gaze.

“You guys just follow along and level up. Don’t think about anything else,” she said. “I’m here to show the Players’ sincerity to Paradise. Remember, no matter what happens next, everyone will be safe.”

…Anakin’s words were a bit subtle, and Abandon was taken aback. They already felt safe. Was this something that needed to be specifically mentioned?

The dream-like life ended on the second day.

As the fog cleared, the team arrived at the center of an Ancient Battlefield Tomb—

The sky was dark and lightless, and the air was damp and cold, seeping into one’s bones.

A giant’s skeleton lay scattered there, its eye sockets filled with numerous ferns collecting water. A thin stream of water trickled down from its eye socket. Various giant beast carcasses were piled in its ribcage, and among them grew a tall, slender red pine, like a blood arrow piercing through the heart.

Centered around this skeleton, rough graves were scattered around, easily numbering in the thousands.

Some graves barely had tombstones with names, others were marked simply with a sword and shield, making for makeshift graves. The more unfortunate dead had their bones scattered by wild animals, exposed to the elements.

Poison-feathered giant vultures perched on tall trees, skeleton soldiers slept amidst the dry bones, and zombie rats scurried rapidly among the remains, emitting an extremely foul smell.

Their destination wasn’t far away—by the right rib of the skeleton, there was a clearly visible underground entrance.

Abandon gulped. This was definitely a new dungeon, and they hadn’t received any information about it. It was a pure exploration mission. Normally, he would have turned back and left the opportunity to someone more capable.

But what could he do now? This place was found by Paradise.

He hadn’t finished his dilemma when the system’s notification happily popped up—

[You have entered a hidden area.]

[You have triggered the hidden dungeon quest: The End of the War King.]

[Normal completion condition: Enter the tomb of the War King, successfully trigger, and complete at least one E-level side quest.]

[Perfect completion condition: Enter the tomb of the War King, successfully trigger, and complete at least one S-level side quest.]

[Mission reward: A large amount of experience points [Normal]; 10% permanent increase in attack power [Perfect]]

[Rejection/Failure Penalty: Unable to accept any tasks within ‘The End of the War King’ dungeon again.]

[Do you accept the quest?]

…It’s actually a series of tasks?! Abandon’s mouth fell open.

Usually, such hidden locations involved only 1-2 related tasks, but a series of tasks was another matter—

Once tasks were graded, it meant there were at least 10 or more side quests to explore on the map.

And more tasks meant more content to uncover. The quality of related tasks was definitely not low, perhaps even better than ordinary hidden tasks. Of course, it also meant geometrically increasing danger.

But it was hard to refuse. Could they just leave them outside? Anxiously, Abandon chose “Yes”, praying Paradise would grant them a trivial side quest.

“Speaking of which,” as they approached the entrance, Abandon moved closer to the nearest Paladin. “Why does the task specifically state ‘enter the tomb of the War King’? I haven’t seen such descriptions before.”

“Maybe there are side quests outside too.” The Paladin swept away a zombie rat with his sword. “Maybe it means ‘outside quests don’t count’?”

“I find it strange…” Abandon muttered.

At this moment, the vanguard of the large group had already reached the right hand of the skeleton.

Abandon tiptoed. The handsome male succubus was standing at the front, affectionately holding a thin-cloaked person, almost poking his tail tip into the person.

The cloaked person’s aura was unremarkable, but just looking at his back, Abandon felt a chill. That must be a high-ranking leader of Paradise, he thought.

Wait, do the high-ranking monsters of Paradise like handsome men?

…Monsters have such tastes too?

Beside the cloaked person stood Anakin, Solo, and a red-haired man he hadn’t seen before. After them were various very well-behaved monsters. Between the monsters and the four, the noisy mercenary group separated them, and Abandon could hardly hear the conversation at the front.

He just saw the cloaked person step over the giant’s right finger, and the ground rumbled loudly.

Hundreds of giant vultures flew into the sky, and zombie rats scurried madly across the ground. Skeleton soldiers hadn’t time to stand up before they were crushed into dust—

The giant’s stone-like fingers reassembled into a huge bone hand.

Its jaw bone opened and closed, and the skull was slightly turning. Its face turned towards the people, and the spring water in its eye sockets flowed faster. In the other eye socket, not filled with ferns, a sun-sized blue fire suddenly ignited.

To Abandon’s surprise, the monsters at the front didn’t panic or avoid, their animal instincts seemingly lost. The mercenaries at the front also jumped and whistled, as if watching an exciting show. Only the four of them stood there shivering.

The undead giant, pinned by the red pine, could only slightly lift its upper body. It raised its right hand, seemingly about to slap down on the people.

The cloaked person moved.

He stretched out his unencumbered hand, slightly reaching upwards, gently making a “stop” gesture.

At that moment, the giant hand, falling like a mountain, came to an abrupt halt, awkwardly frozen in mid-air. After a few seconds of internal struggle, the undead giant withdrew its hand, slowly lying back in its original position, pretending nothing had happened.

It even adjusted its angle a few times, ensuring the waterfall in its eye socket looked picturesque.

Abandon: “Huh?”

It wasn’t that he couldn’t understand that “entering the tomb of the War King” was a quest point in itself, but he couldn’t comprehend this solution… Why? How was he supposed to report this to the Saints Guild? Was the undead giant that reasonable???

While he was still in a daze, a huge cyan-purple snake emerged from the mouth of the necromantic giant. Clearly, the giant was uncooperative. It struggled hard, almost shedding a layer of skin, confusion evident in its snake eyes.

The Undead Serpent King—Abandon recognized it at a glance. This one was definitely high-level. He had only seen lower-level black individuals in burial dungeons, and those with a cyan-purple halo were rare.

The one in front of them was over three meters in diameter, conservatively estimated to be level 100. If it had teamed up with the undead giant, Abandon would have immediately abandoned the mission—this wasn’t a job for humans! It would require the elite team led by Boss Ash to fight a team battle!

Unfortunately, the undead giant lay more peacefully than death, leaving the Undead Serpent King to fight alone.

The Undead Serpent King opened its mouth wide, spewing a large cloud of poison. Before the dark purple mist could spread, it bit towards the cloaked person.

The cloaked person didn’t even use his staff. Still holding the succubus’s tail with his left hand, he only lifted his right hand to push out a ping-pong ball-sized blue fireball.

As soon as the mist touched the fireball, it instantly burned away in reverse. The Undead Serpent King didn’t have time to retract its head and inhaled the fireball.

In an instant, it froze like the undead giant.

But it didn’t have the chance to go back to playing dead—it remained in its attacking posture, turning from head to toe into snowflake-like ashes. The succubus even grabbed a handful of ashes in the air, happily plucking a small amount.

The entire process took less than two minutes.

The team moved forward again, the mercenaries in front no longer making noise, seriously discussing something. Abandon overheard a few words—they were estimating whether the group leader or that mage was faster, arguing heatedly.

For a moment, Abandon deeply doubted the “absolute strength” of the Players.

…What is the background of this mercenary group?

…And what exactly is the background of Paradise?

At first, several big shots said that they should be cautious about approaching “Paradise”, and many Players scoffed at this. Now, looking back, Abandon felt a chill down his spine.

That was definitely main storyline level strength!

He dared not to be overconfident anymore and could only obediently puff out his chest and hold his head high, following the main force into the underground.

In just a few minutes, this team of about sixty “people” disappeared into the darkness.

……

In the distant Eternal Day City, Knight Eugene led his team into the city. Accompanying them was the leader of the “Homeward Saints Guild”, Hot Ash, and his elite force of a hundred men.

In the records of the Temple of Life, “Hot Ash” was noted as phonetically similar to “Hot Ash”*.

*Clarity: The leader, Hot Ash, is named (热灰) while the name recorded in the Temple of Life is (霍塔什). They both mean hot ash.

Mr. Hot Ash, whose face was still hidden in his helmet, spoke with a muffled voice. “You didn’t set this place before.”

“Eternal Day City has been harassed by The Manor and wasn’t open before,” Eugene replied gently. “Actually, it has always been the most suitable city for a supply point. In the past, the Dragonblood Hero Drake started his journey from here to Desolation Island.”

At this point, Eugene paused for a few seconds.

“This time, the person who saved Eternal Day City is also called Drake. What a sacred coincidence.”

Hot Ash chuckled dryly. “It’s a pity that Mr. Drake didn’t stay.”

From south to north, the Fini Empire, New Gemino, Shiva, and Gratice bordered the Endless Sea. Among them, New Gemino was the closest and the most severely corrupted by the Demon King.

Before, the elite team of the Saints Guild had been roaming the borders of these four countries, on the one hand dealing with the Demon King’s corruption and, on the other, frantically leveling up.

Hot Ash thought such peaceful days would last a little longer, but after the Players arrived, the Demon King became more and more insane. It had been quietly staying on Desolation Island for thousands of years, but in the past few months, it suddenly wanted to come over and take a look.

“…Our astrologers have precisely calculated that the Demon King is moving from Desolation Island to Brick Shadow.”

Eugene said seriously, “The number of monsters following it is countless. If it really lands in Brick Shadow, it will cause a huge disaster.”

‘Indeed.’ Hot Ash sighed softly inside his helmet.

Gratice and the Fini Empire were a bit better off, but New Gemino and Shiva were the first to be hit. To say that it was disastrous was an understatement. Especially in New Gemino, where they were, it was possible for the country to be completely destroyed.

“But I still have to say, we are here to confirm the situation.” Hot Ash glanced at Eugene, speaking rapidly. “Combat is not the priority. These are the core combat forces of the Saints Guild. I cannot risk them—if necessary, I will prioritize the protection of my people, not the civilians here, nor you.”

“I completely understand.” Eugene nodded sincerely. “Please believe me. If necessary, I will also prioritize the protection of everyone, not myself.”

“So let’s regroup for a few days and then head to Brick Shadow.” Hot Ash looked toward the nearby mountains.

The Temple of Life had their prophesied “God-slaying Hero” in their party. It was interesting, whether it was for surveillance, protection, or both.

It was noon, and the sky above the Brick Mountain Range was cloudless, with the sun shining brilliantly. Under the scorching sun, the light-colored stones of Eternal Day City glittered like snow.

Knight Hot Ash squinted his eyes and quickly averted his gaze. He tightened the reins and led his team forward.

In just a few minutes, the team melted into the light.

To everyone, it was just an ordinary day. A small adventure, necessary observation, and everything proceeding as usual. This land had been peaceful for thousands of years, and the impending disaster was still far away.

At that time, no one could have imagined that, much later, this day would become a critically important node in the history of Tahe—

The prelude to the “Demon King War” was thus unveiled.


The author has something to say:

The Succubus Knight returns to the stage.

Teest: I am disguising my identity, not because I want to wear it, mm.

Nol: ……

Teest: And definitely not because the tail is very useful ^w^


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Escape From the Asylum Ch95

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 95

In less than a minute, Zhou Qian had changed his clothes.

After the two left room 1107, even though they knew the likelihood of anyone being present was low, they still forcibly opened all the doors on the 11th floor to check the inside before leaving the floor.

Once inside the elevator, they pressed the number “12”. When the elevator door opened, as expected, all the door plaques still displayed numbers starting with 11. They had arrived in a new timeline on the 11th floor.

As usual, they first saw the murder scene of Xiong Fei and Li Yuan. This time, the incident took place in room 1111, and the victims were still a couple. The murderer’s method was largely similar to the previous times, with no new tricks.

After skillfully killing the couple, Xiong Fei and Li Yuan left.

Next, based on the pattern, it was time for the animation of the second story—the story related to the handsome man and the woman in the red skirt.

However, this time, Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou waited for quite a while but saw no sign of it. Neither the woman nor the man emerged from rooms 1103 or 1104.

Zhou Qian wasn’t in a hurry. He and Bai Zhou waited in the corridor for about five minutes when they noticed an unusual burning smell. Upon closer inspection, they realized it was coming from room 1103.

Leaning against the corridor wall, Zhou Qian unconsciously lifted his foot and tapped it on the floor several times. After a while, he looked at Bai Zhou, who was standing opposite him, nodded towards room 1103, and finally said, “Zhou Ge, it’s up to you.”

Hearing this, Bai Zhou gave Zhou Qian a few more glances, seemingly trying to gauge his current mood.

Soon, he nodded without asking any more questions and walked over to Zhou Qian. Turning his body slightly, Bai Zhou gave a forceful kick to the door, breaking the lock.

“It might not be safe inside. You want to go in now?” After taking a quick look inside, Bai Zhou asked Zhou Qian.

“We won’t know if it’s safe unless we go in,” Zhou Qian responded, hinting, “Hmm? This time you didn’t throw me onto the bed after breaking the door, did you?”

“Zhou Qian…” Bai Zhou frowned slightly and reached out to grab Zhou Qian’s wrist.

Zhou Qian dodged and went into the room first.

Bai Zhou’s brows deepened. He stepped forward to follow, but Zhou Qian immediately stopped him.

“Don’t come in. Let me check the situation first. We shouldn’t both be caught off guard,” Zhou Qian said.

Bai Zhou shook his head. “I know what you’re trying to do. You go out. Let me handle it.”

“It’s fine.” Zhou Qian glanced at him, pushed Bai Zhou into the corridor, and then closed the door behind him.

Inside the room, it was just as Zhou Qian suspected. The room, covered in pentagrams, had all its windows and doors tightly shut. A man and a woman lay side by side on the bed, and next to the bed was a basin of burning charcoal. They were attempting suicide via charcoal burning.

Zhou Qian had left Bai Zhou outside, fearing that both of them might succumb to carbon monoxide poisoning. He was still unsure if all the scenes involving this man and woman were merely animations. Therefore, he wanted to test it out himself.

After leaving Bai Zhou outside, Zhou Qian approached the man and woman. They both opened their eyes and looked at him. At this moment, Zhou Qian asked, “Did you kill those people?”

The man was the first to reply. “Yes.”

Zhou Qian then asked, “I guess you don’t feel guilty. But aren’t you afraid of dying?”

This time, the woman answered. Her voice was weak, but she smiled and said, “Of course not! Others fear death because they’ll have nothing when they go to hell. We’re different! Those who die by our hands will be our slaves! They’ll serve us in hell! Death will bring us true wealth!”

The man quickly added, “I’m now filled with boundless joy. I’m about to see Lord Satan! This world is filled with sin, betrayal, and pointless desires. Only Satan can give me… the pleasure and peace I desire!”

“If death pleases you, then perhaps you shouldn’t die.” Zhou Qian smirked, picking up a bottle of unfinished mineral water from the table next to him and pouring it into the charcoal stove.

“What are you doing?”

“Stop! Stop this useless and foolish act!”

“To be honest, I think what I’m doing probably doesn’t serve any real purpose. But seeing the two of you so angry and distorted before death, it seems worth it.” Zhou Qian narrowed his eyes and said, “It’s just a shame that this is so much lighter than what you’ve done to other victims. I guess you’ll never get what you want. You’re just brainwashed. There’s no Satan in hell.”

The man and woman could no longer speak because they gradually lost consciousness.

Zhou Qian poured out the entire bottle of mineral water, but the charcoal fire was unaffected. The smoke, mixed with the harmful gasses from incomplete combustion, continued to fill the room.

About three minutes later, the couple was dead. Zhou Qian was unharmed and didn’t even feel any discomfort. He could see the couple and smell the scent of burning charcoal, as if he were in the same space with them. But in reality, it wasn’t the case.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and Bai Zhou entered. His pace was unusually hurried. After entering the room, he immediately grabbed Zhou Qian’s wrist and dragged him to the door. “Do you feel okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Zhou Qian looked straight ahead at the man and woman on the bed, their bodies becoming transparent and then disappearing from the room.

At the same time, the charcoal fire and the pentagrams throughout the room also vanished. The room looked brand new, as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Qian reached into his bag and found something:

[Item: Useless Paper]

[Function: No function; transformed from an illusion, its existence is very short-lived. If not placed in the bag, it would have already disappeared.]

[Note: Keeping it in the bag is a waste of space and has no practical use. It is recommended that players take it out as soon as possible. It will disappear immediately when taken out.]

Upon seeing the note, Zhou Qian took the item out. It was the money given to him by the man in room 1103 as a delivery fee.

As the system said, the money disappeared shortly after leaving the bag, just like the suddenly vanished couple and the marks they left in the room.

“So, things didn’t start to go awry until we returned to the 11th floor from the lobby. The alternate dimension appeared much earlier. The first time we met that couple, they were already ‘illusions’ and not real. They could see us and talk to us, but they couldn’t interact with us in any substantive way. They had already died in ‘history’ and didn’t exist in this time and space.”

Suddenly, Zhou Qian laughed, turned to Bai Zhou, and held up another item—

It was what they bought from the front desk in the lobby.

“So this thing is useless to them after buying.” Zhou Qian said as he walked to the trash can and threw it away. “What a pity it can’t be used.”

After disposing of the item, Zhou Qian stared at the trash can for a moment. Various thoughts crossed his mind.

How does the system train Rank God players? One would think Bai Zhou spent these years cultivating some emotionless path. 

So does he have feelings for me? 

Especially after tying people up and biting ears… What is he doing?

Taking a deep breath and yawning, Zhou Qian turned around to see Bai Zhou leaning against the door, seemingly deep in thought. When Bai Zhou noticed Zhou Qian’s gaze, he looked back and said, “Everything we’ve seen feels like a flashback*.”

*Revolving lantern (马灯). It’s a lantern consisting of a revolving cylinder that has cutouts of pictures on its surface. When a light source is placed inside, it projects moving images on the surrounding walls, creating an effect similar to a modern film reel. Metaphorically, it’s used to describe rapid flashing of images or replaying of memories (AKA one’s life flashing before their eyes).

There was a saying that people would recall their most important memories before they die. Could the illusions or animations players saw be the memories of these murderers flashing back before their suicide?

Zhou Qian became serious, taking the lead to leave the room and head towards another. “Remind me, let’s check room 1111.”

Room 1111 was where they had witnessed another murder when they first arrived on this floor. If the traces of the “charcoal suicide case” in room 1103 disappeared, what about the other rooms? And were there any clues they might have missed?

Leaving room 1103, Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou quickly headed to room 1111. As they approached, they were hit by a strong smell of blood. The murder scene in this room hadn’t “vanished”.

Indeed, everything inside was intact. Two bodies were tied up, their heads covered with nylon bags, and the room was marked with inverted pentagrams.

The story related to that man and woman is indeed a kind of illusion, akin to an animated existence. Perhaps the story came from the flash of memories like a revolving lantern, or maybe it was the shadow of history cast through time and space to the present.

Regardless, they didn’t really exist in this time and space and wouldn’t have any substantial impact on the player.

However, it could now be determined that the cases committed by Xiong Fei and Li Yuan may not be the same.

Suppressing his disgust at the blood in the room, Zhou Qian said, “The actions of Xiong and Li are indeed closely related to the man and woman. Their behavior is an exact replica of the adulterous killers.”

“The fake He Xiaowei previously claimed that the ghosts of the man and woman possessed the bodies of Xiong and Li after they died. But this claim is untenable. He said that just to clear his name and make me believe he was the real He Xiaowei.”

“So, the question I raised earlier is still unresolved—why did Xiong and Li appear as if they were ‘resurrected from the dead’?”

“Now it’s clear that, unlike the situation with the man and woman, these dead people haven’t disappeared; they are not illusions or animations that vanish after playing. So where did these dead people come from? Where did the fake He Xiaowei and the fake version of you come from?”

As he spoke, Zhou Qian heard the sound of a blade being unsheathed. Turning his head, he saw Bai Zhou holding his incredibly sharp Tang sword.

The Tang sword has a long and straight blade, much narrower than ordinary swords. Compared to a double-edged sword, the single-edged Tang sword was thicker and sturdier. Its hilt was long, allowing for a flexible two-handed grip. But mastering it wasn’t a task of just a few days.

The dim light from the corridor cast Bai Zhou and his Tang sword in two long, narrow shadows. Shifting his gaze from the shadow on the floor, Zhou Qian looked up to see Bai Zhou lifting the sword. Reflected on the slender snow-white blade were Bai Zhou’s shining black eyes.

After a moment, Bai Zhou said, “For a long time, I did nothing but practice with this sword. During that period, every challenge I took on was related to swordsmanship. It took me years to achieve my current proficiency.”

Zhou Qian understood his point. “Yes, I was curious earlier. How could that counterfeit last so long against you?”

Bai Zhou added, “This sword is called ‘Breaking Dawn’. I received it as a reward when I reached god rank. I had defeated the most powerful boss in the game. The system emphasized that it’s unique in the entire game.”

Zhou Qian remembered something and asked, “When I attacked you earlier, you didn’t even touch my weapon. Why? Were you afraid my weapon would get damaged? Is your ‘Breaking Dawn’ so sharp that it can easily shatter the Rib of God?”

“Yes, it can break anything,” Bai Zhou replied. “So, logically, there shouldn’t be another identical sword here. It appears that this instance has somehow duplicated both me and that sword.”

After the word “duplicate” was uttered by Bai Zhou, Zhou Qian pondered on it, piecing together the events in his mind.

The 11th floor of the Saiya Hotel seemed to be an ominous floor where many had been murdered. The killers were a pair of lovers who ended their lives in a charcoal suicide pact.

Many years later, eleven impoverished tourists checked into this hotel. One of them, likely a hotel staff, murdered two tourists, Xiong Fei and Li Yuan.

After this, an alternate dimension appeared. The birth of the shadows of the man and woman marked the beginning of this dimension.

Suddenly, the hotel seemed off. The 11th floor seemed to overlap with multiple timelines.

Two killers appeared, replicating the forms of Xiong Fei and Li Yuan. Their actions mirrored the adulterous killer duo.

Meanwhile, the other nine tourists were duplicated, leading to the appearances of another Bai Zhou and He Xiaowei. Victims of the adulterous killers, who should’ve died at different times, were also duplicated, repeating the tragedy.

“So… are the numerous 11th floors some kind of ‘duplication’ or ‘reproduction’?”

Zhou Qian wondered aloud. He then moved closer to a bedside table in the room. Earlier, they hadn’t found any clues on the deceased, only deducing that they all shared a trait of ‘prone to cheating’. Thus, Zhou Qian had overlooked one detail during his first investigation.

Upon his second entry, he discovered a signed photo with the name “Luo Yu”.

On the back of the photo, written in a different font, were the words: [I finally saw you in Blue Harbor City! You are my most admired idol!]


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Midnight Owl Ch4

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 4: Ice Waterfall

The black bear’s pounce caused the entire sleigh to jolt violently! Unaware of what was happening behind them, the reindeer kept pulling hard, but with the added weight of a bear, their speed immediately slowed down.

The other three people sensed something was wrong and instinctively looked back, feeling their scalps tingle at the sight!

The black bear had stabilized itself and began to struggle into the sled.

Xu Wang, unarmed and desperate, kicked at the bear’s head!

The bear didn’t dodge but instead opened its mouth to catch it!

Xu Wang realized something was wrong, but it was too late to retract his kick!

Just as his foot was about to enter the bear’s mouth, a large leg appeared out of nowhere and kicked the bear’s forehead!

The force of the kick sent the bear’s head reeling backward, and instead of biting Xu Wang’s foot as intended, it only caught the tip. Xu Wang used the reaction force from the bear’s teeth to retract his leg quickly!

He felt a sudden chill on his foot—he had managed to pull back his leg but not his shoe.

Wu Sheng kicked the bear’s paw off the sled with two more swift kicks until the black bear fell into the snow with a thud. He then turned to Xu Wang and yelled, “Are you trying to lose your foot? Don’t you know you can take injuries out with you? Are you planning to hop on one leg for the rest of your life?!”

Xu Wang’s lips parted and closed repeatedly, but he couldn’t muster a single reply.

The words were well-intentioned… but why did it sound so snarky!

“Fuck, this thing must be fake. It’s a robot bear, right? How does it not get tired from running?!” Sun Jiang cursed, drawing everyone’s attention back. Sure enough, the black bear had caught up again, having been kicked off by Wu Sheng only to close the gap once more.

Kuang Jinxin was hugging the rear of a reindeer, making him the farthest from the bear among his companions. Yet, this did little to comfort him. Looking back at his partners and then at the bear, he felt like crying. “We shook it off easily on the sled yesterday. What’s happening today?”

“This won’t do.” Wu Sheng raised his arm to check the map. “We’re about to reach the coordinate point. If we can’t shake it off by then, we only have two choices: one, we stop the sled and risk getting killed by it while searching for a trigger prompt, or two, we don’t stop, and all our efforts tonight will be in vain.”

Xu Wang patted his shoulder. “Just say the third option directly.”

Wu Sheng was surprised. “You know I have a third option?”

Xu Wang smiled at him—an innocent, friendly smile. “Once you start showing off, that means you’re confident.”

Wu Sheng: “……”

He wondered if returning to his country had been a mistake.

“When we get close to the coordinate point, none of us should act. Wait for the bear to climb in successfully, then we’ll all jump off and let the running sled take the bear away,” Wu Sheng explained his plan succinctly.

Kuang Jinxin swallowed hard but was the first to agree. “It’s risky, but it seems feasible.”

Sun Jiang had no objections, which counted as tacit agreement.

Xu Wang stopped joking and nodded seriously.

With a shared goal, Wu Sheng looked down at his arm. “According to our speed on the map, we have about two more minutes to reach the coordinate point. Be ready.”

Kuang Jinxin and Sun Jiang rolled up their sleeves and stared at the maps on their arms, identical to Wu Sheng’s.

Xu Wang leaned in and saw they were looking at [Cheat Sheet] on their arms. He hurriedly opened his own [Cheat Sheet], and the same content immediately appeared—a small map with a coordinate point marked (116.4085, 39.9616) and, not far below it, four tiny squares moving steadily towards the coordinate point.

Xu Wang remembered what Wu Sheng had said about needing to reach a specific coordinate point, and he belatedly realized that the reindeer sled wasn’t running aimlessly but was precisely heading towards the coordinate point! The small map represented the area, and the four tiny squares were themselves!

The sleigh shook violently, its speed drastically slowing down—the black bear had once again dug its claws into the sleigh’s backrest!

Looking at the map, they saw the coordinate point was imminent. The four looked at each other and nodded in unison—it was now or never!

As the black bear struggled upwards, the four held their breath and stayed still, except for Kuang Jinxin, who was already far enough. The other three leaned forward as much as possible, giving the bear ample space to climb in.

Finally, the bear flipped over the backrest and landed with a heavy “thud” into the sled.

That sound was the signal, and all four leapt from the sled in unison!

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Fwish—

Suddenly lighter, the sled gave the reindeer a burst of energy. They lifted their antlers and dashed off, pulling the sled away in an instant.

Xu Wang rolled several times in the snow before coming to a stop. He had jumped while the sled was still moving slowly, but the snow was unforgiving. He felt his shoulder wound tear open from the impact, the pain going from intermittent to constant.

The others fell around him, rolling into “snowmen”. Wu Sheng, closest to him, was already getting up and coming over to help him. “Is your shoulder okay?”

Xu Wang didn’t move, but then the person just reached out and pulled him up.

Wu Sheng had grabbed his uninjured shoulder, whether by chance or intentionally.

After standing up, Xu Wang quickly withdrew his arm and subtly lowered his eyes. He brushed the snow off his body and, amidst a pounding heartbeat, pretended to be nonchalant by whistling. “It’s fine. Remember how I used to take on three at a time? You know that.”

Wu Sheng finally caught the chance to return a similarly innocent smile. “Yeah, I remember when I called the teacher over, you were already being tossed into the soccer goal by those kids.”

Despite the years, Xu Wang still got riled up when this incident was mentioned. “Why didn’t you come over to help directly? What’s the point of calling the teacher!”

“Nonsense.” Wu Sheng raised an eyebrow, exuding a righteous aura. “You were picking fights with those big guys, and I was still small back then. What good would I have done by going there? In times like those, you need to be smart!”

“That being said, brother, I don’t really want to interrupt your reunion here, but…” Kuang Jinxin timidly extended his hand in front of them, then slowly directed their gaze somewhere. “It seems like the bear jumped down with us.”

A few meters away, the black bear that had taken a hard fall seemed to just regain its senses, huffing and puffing on the ground.

Xu Wang widened his eyes at Wu Sheng. “Weren’t we supposed to jump down and then let the sled carry the bear away? Why did the bear jump down too?”

Wu Sheng gave him an innocent look. “You’re asking the wrong person. You should be asking the bear.”

Fuck me!

Xu Wang felt like screaming in frustration. Why was it that every time he decided to trust and rely on this guy, he always ended up failing in a hundred and one ways!

“What are we waiting for?” Seeing the black bear struggling to get up, Sun Jiang was almost ready to beat someone. “Guys, quickly find the coordinates!”

He was the first to start walking, checking all directions to align with the coordinates.

Xu Wang also wanted to help, but just as he took a step, he inhaled sharply from the cold—only then did he remember he was missing a shoe!

He hadn’t felt anything while sledding or rolling in the snow, as he was too busy bickering with Wu Sheng. Only now, as he tried walking, did he realize his foot was numb from the cold!

When Wu Sheng saw Xu Wang suddenly raise one foot in the stance of a golden rooster standing on one leg, his memory came flooding back, recalling the harrowing moment of “bear snapping off a foot” on the sleight. Without thinking, he immediately crouched down, ready to take off one of his shoes to give to Xu Wang, but as soon as his hand touched the shoelace, he heard a “ding—”.

No, four dings.

A crisp alert sounded from everyone’s arms.

Xu Wang lifted his arm, exited the [Cheat Sheet] to return to the main four options, and noticed a new little “1” in the top right corner of [Stationery Box]. Upon clicking, what was previously an empty slot now contained [(Defensive) My Skate Shoes].

“What the hell are skate shoes?” Xu Wang looked to his companions for help, bewildered. “Are we supposed to use the soles to hit the bear?”

Wu Sheng, looking down at his own arm and hearing Xu Wang’s question, looked up just as confused, a mix of bewilderment and perplexity in his eyes. “What skate shoes?”

Xu Wang, utterly baffled, waved his arm, assuming everyone else was in the same boat. “Isn’t there a pair of skate shoes in the stationery box?”

Wu Sheng shook his head. “Our update was for the [Cheat Sheet].”

Xu Wang was stunned, not knowing what to make of it. “Aren’t we… a team…”

Wu Sheng pondered for a moment before a hint of realization flicked in his eyes. “It must be different roles. Who gets what might be random, or maybe it’s because you’re missing a shoe, so it gave you that item.”

Xu Wang: “Then what did your [Cheat Sheet] update?”

Wu Sheng: “Stay still.”

“What kind of hint is that? And…” Xu Wang looked him up and down. “If you’re supposed to stay still, why are you squatting?”

Wu Sheng looked off into the distance, refusing to answer.

Kuang Jinxin’s pitiful voice sounded from beside him. “Xu Ge, I think it might not be a hint. It’s an order…”

Xu Wang looked in the direction of the sound and saw Kuang Jinxin two steps away, with one foot forward and the other back, the front leg bent and the back leg stretched, maintaining a bow-step forward charge posture. His stance seemed fierce and vigorous, but his expression was one of pitiful misery.

Putting it together with the “Stay still” from the [Cheat Sheet]…

Xu Wang’s face fell. “You guys didn’t…”

Kuang Jinxin’s mouth drooped even further, looking utterly dejected. “As soon as I stepped forward, I got stuck.”

Xu Wang understood. No wonder Wu Sheng’s hand froze while touching his shoe. But luckily for them, they had the [Cheat Sheet] always in view. If they had updated the [Stationery Box] like him, they wouldn’t have been able to move at all to check it.

In a whirl of thoughts, Xu Wang looked towards Sun Jiang, who was also immobile except for his neck. The only luck he had was that when he was “frozen”, he wasn’t in any odd position and now stood as straight as a post.

Seeing Xu Wang looking, Sun Jiang, nearly bursting with urgency, yelled, “What are you dawdling for? Use whatever you’ve got. It might just be the game-changer!”

Wu Sheng was much calmer, understanding Xu Wang’s worry, and said assuredly, “Don’t worry about us. If the trigger for everyone arriving is to stay still, then staying still won’t pose a fatal risk. Otherwise, it doesn’t make sense.”

Reassured, Xu Wang took a deep breath and activated [My Skate Shoes]!

The moment the icon disappeared, Xu Wang felt himself suddenly ten centimeters taller. When he looked down again, the remaining shoe had vanished, replaced by a pair of skates… with four wheels underneath.

Aren’t these just fucking roller skates?!

“Careful—”

The three people rooted in place suddenly shouted in unison!

Xu Wang only felt a shadow approaching from the corner of his eye. He shifted to the left and slid out several meters before realizing the snow here was extremely hard, as if compressed by a road roller, making skating effortless!

The black bear pounced and missed. As it got up to pounce again, it noticed three more motionless figures closer to itself and immediately shifted its target!

Xu Wang, seeing this, nearly stopped breathing. He could dodge, but his three teammates seemed as if they were grown into the snow!

In a life-and-death moment, Xu Wang thoughtlessly scooped up a hard chunk of snow and fiercely threw it at the bear’s back!

But he was a step too late. By the time the snow chunk fell, the bear had already pounced on the three!

Bang—

A huge collision sound that hurt just to hear.

Xu Wang’s eyes widened. He was certain there was nothing around the three, but the bear hit an invisible wall just a foot away from them and slid down dejectedly.

The impact was severe, adding to the injuries from a previous sled fall that hadn’t fully healed. The bear didn’t even groan and lay completely still a foot away in the snow.

Xu Wang was thoroughly confused by the series of events. He sadly realized that in this territory, he was just a weakling* with neither ability nor intelligence!

*Scum power of 5. This is a reference to Dragon Ball where Raditz first lands on Earth and, using his combat analysis lens, measures a farmer with a combat power of only 5 (the scum in this case basically means a five combat-powered trash). It’s now slang used to refer to someone who performs poorly in battles or competitions. 

His teammates, rooted like pine trees, meant Xu Wang couldn’t run. But with no new hints appearing, what else could he do?

In desperation, Xu Wang looked up at the sky, foolishly hoping for a guidebook to fall from above.

Of course, that didn’t happen.

But when he lowered his gaze, he noticed the scenery he had previously ignored.

A whole cliff of ice waterfall.

Right in front of him, behind his three teammates, the massive waterfall was like a galaxy falling, frozen in its most beautiful and spectacular moment by the cold winter. It was crystal clear, surging and flying, and if you listened closely, you could almost hear the sound of water like shattered jade curtains.

The ice waterfall seemed to respond to his searching gaze, suddenly reflecting a bright, crystal clear light!

Xu Wang was blinded and couldn’t open his eyes until the intense light faded. When he looked again, the words “Dragon Coiling and Tiger Crouching*” in golden characters appeared on the ice waterfall, as if written with a brush dipped in gold powder, strong and majestic!

*(龙盘虎踞) Idiom used to describe a place with a strategic geographical location that’s easy to defend but difficult to attack. It conveys a sense of grandeur or majesty of a location, suggesting the place is imposing like a tiger or dragon.

Stunned, Xu Wang watched for a while before reacting. The characters suddenly transformed from “Dragon Coiling and Tiger Crouching” to “Golden Wind and Jade Dew*”. It was then that he noticed a countdown in the upper left corner of the ice waterfall, starting from ten, then nine, eight…

*(风玉露) Idiom referring to the scenery of autumn.

Confused, Xu Wang’s changed expression was fully captured by Wu Sheng. “What happened? Where did that light come from?”

Coming back to his senses, Xu Wang hurriedly pointed forward. “There’s an ice waterfall on the cliff behind you. After that flash of light, words started appearing on the ice, first ‘Dragon Coiling and Tiger Crouching,’ then ‘Golden Wind and Jade Dew’…”

“Tweet tweet—”

A warning-like piercing whistle cut through the air. The countdown that had only two seconds left suddenly reset to ten seconds, and “Golden Wind and Jade Dew” disappeared, replaced by a new phrase “Summer Insect Speaks of Ice*.”

*(夏虫语冰) Idiom referring to someone who has limited experience and perspective trying to understand something beyond their capabilities, akin to a summer insect, which never experiences winter, to speak of ice and snow. Basically, someone who is shortsighted due to their limited experience or understanding and doesn’t know what they’re talking about.

“I get it!” Xu Wang had a moment of inspiration. “It wants us to play a guessing game with idioms! I describe, you guess, but I can’t say the words in the idiom, so when I just mentioned the literal words, the countdown ended early and switched to a new phrase!”

Wu Sheng understood, but judging by the look of “astonishment” in his eyes, it was obvious that the “level” he had gone through so much trouble to trigger was far from what he had originally expected.

Sun Jiang was outright internally fuming, his face clouded with a “are you fucking kidding me?” expression.

“I’m good at this. Our class played it last year at the party!” The happiest was Kuang Jinxin, forgetting the bear lying a foot under his feet, eyes brimming with eagerness. “Xu Ge, what’s the phrase now? Hurry and start!”

“Okay, but we only have ten seconds per word, and it changes after that, so we must be quick!” Xu Wang said in one breath, immediately turning to “Summer Insect Speaks of Ice” and started organizing his thoughts. “It’s like… someone… who’s quite narrow-minded…”

The countdown ended.

The ice waterfall changed to “A Face like Peach Blossoms*.”

(人面桃花) Refers to a woman’s appearance complementing peach blossoms. Later, it was used to describe when a man and woman fall in love by chance and the man reminisces about the past, evoking a sense of nostalgia and melancholy for past beauty.

Kuang Jinxin was mentally counting down, and as Xu Wang suddenly stopped, he quickly realized it was time for a new phrase, hurriedly suggesting. “Xu Ge, you don’t have to explain. You can use actions, context—whatever gets us there fastest!”

“Stay calm, don’t rush.” Wu Sheng also accepted reality and quickly got into “combat” mode. “We’ll guess together. Ten seconds is enough.”

His voice was steady, a stark contrast to when he’s mocking or joking, which made him a calming force.

The phrase changed again—“Friendship as Strong as Cutting One’s Throat*”.

*(颈之交) This is a bit of a literal translation. Idiom referring to a friendship that’s so strong and loyal that you are willing to risk your lives for each other’s sake, sharing a bond of life and death (literally cutting your own throat for your friend).

Xu Wang made a decisive move, lifting his hand in a gesture of cutting his own throat, repeatedly acting out, and saying, “Two people are very close, very close!”

Kuang Jinxin watched Xu Wang repeatedly pulling something from his neck to his chest when suddenly a lightbulb went off and his eyes suddenly brightened. “The Love of Boat Trackers*!”

*The joke here is that Kuang Jinxin thinks Wu Sheng’s action is “rowing” and the hint given, so he thought of The Love of Boat Trackers, which is not an idiom, but actually an (old) song by Yin Xiangjie feat. Yun Wenhua. From what I gather from the lyrics, it’s basically about the love between a girl and a boat rower. You can click on the YouTube link for the song and translation.

Xu Wang despaired. “Idioms! Idioms, brother!”

Are all people born after ’95 this nostalgic for oldies?!

The timer ended, and the words changed—“Hundred Years of Good Harmony*.”

*(百年好合) Idiom referring to the happy union of men and women. This is often used as a blessing for newlywed couples (like “Wishing you a lifetime of happiness together”).

Xu Wang went all out, blowing a kiss at Wu Sheng. “I want to join you in matrimony—what’s next?”

This was the context method Kuang Jinxin talked about, giving the first part to guide his teammates to say the next.

Wu Sheng caught the flying kiss and the underlying message his classmate wanted to convey. “Clouds and rain in Wushan*.”

*(巫山云雨) Idiom referring to (unite in) sexual intercourse. It comes from a story involving Yaoji, the Goddess of Wu Mountain (Wushan). 

Xu Wang: “……”

Wu Sheng slightly frowned, surprised his answer wasn’t correct.

The joy between fish and water*?”

*(鱼水之欢) Yet another idiom referring to sex. Comes from “The Romance of the West Chamber” by Wang Shifu.

“……”

Blending like water and milk*?”

*(水乳交融) Idiom referring to blending in perfect harmony (meaning people getting along well with each other). In this context though, it means really well (if you get my drift).

“……”

Like dry wood and a blazing fire*?”

*(干柴烈火) Idiom referring to passionate sex.

“Can you stop thinking dirty?!”

With Xu Wang’s desperate shout, the phrase changed.

No one noticed the black bear lying on the ground had moved slightly.


Kinky Thoughts:

Just a note: It is highly recommended you read the translation notes, as they give a bigger context to understanding the game and also a lot of the jokes in this novel. Many items/props (stationery) in this novel are also idioms or cultural references, so it’s best to understand them to get a better picture of how they work.

I’m wheezing from this chapter.


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Midnight Owl Ch3

Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

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


Chapter 3: Stationery Box

Xu Wang’s original intention was simply to divert the topic to avoid bringing up yesterday’s “foolish actions”. But as the conversation turned, the shadow of these two consecutive days of bizarre encounters spread over him.

Wu Sheng, thrown off by his barrage of questions, had forgotten what he was initially going to say and could only shake his head in response to Xu Wang’s inquiries. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have met you after so long in casual clothes yesterday. At least I should have dressed more formally to show respect to an old classmate like you.”

“You serious? Those were pajamas.” Xu Wang realized that despite ten years passing, some things never change—like Wu Sheng’s insistence on maintaining his dignity no matter the circumstance and his own instinctive desire to tease. It was as if both their essences had weathered through all trials without changing at all.

A deliberate cough of impatience broke the “peaceful and harmonious” atmosphere. “Do we really have such a lack of presence?”

Xu Wang was startled and only then noticed two other people standing behind Wu Sheng—a man in his forties and another young man in his early twenties. The older man had a buzz cut, a lean face that was expressionless, hands in his pockets, and eyes full of irritation. The younger man had short hair, a round, fair, and clean face, and was almost as tall as Xu Wang’s 180 cm. He had handsome features but had a naive simplicity about him. As their eyes met, the young man gave off a friendly smile, his eyes narrowed into slits—definitely the “puppy” type according to the popular classification.

“Have you… been here all along?” Xu Wang genuinely hadn’t noticed them.

The young man nodded, cheerfully saying, “Yeah, yesterday too. We’ve been here all along, but you didn’t look at us…”

“Wait,” Xu Wang interrupted, swallowing hard. “Yesterday…?”

The young man scratched his head awkwardly, mumbling, “Yeah, seeing how engrossed you were, we didn’t feel like interrupting.”

Xu Wang: “……”

If anyone should feel embarrassed, it should be me. Why are you, as a bystander, acting embarrassed?!

Wu Sheng finally regained his rhythm, interjected by the young man’s assistance, stepped forward, and said, “Yesterday…”

“Yesterday, I fooled you all, right! Ha ha!” Xu Wang interrupted at breakneck speed, wearing a face of triumphant glee.

Wu Sheng was taken aback, his firm gaze faltering.

Xu Wang feigned surprise; his expression was so sincere that he could instantly win an Oscar. “No way, you didn’t really believe it, did you? I was just kidding yesterday!” He slapped Wu Sheng’s shoulder heartily, his tone and sly smile as familiar as ever. “A reunion of old classmates, of course, needs some special seasoning to be memorable.”

Wu Sheng stared at him for a long time, then slowly lowered his gaze.

Xu Wang knew that he believed him; the stormy expression on his face was proof. However, the other’s silence made him anxious because, based on his understanding of Wu Sheng, this person is definitely not one to suffer in silence. Whether bullied or tricked, he has a hundred cunning ways to retaliate. Thus, the current “extinguishing of fire” made him particularly unsettled.

Finally, Wu Sheng sighed deeply, crouched down, and started aimlessly drawing circles in the snow.

Xu Wang felt a bit guilty. After all, he was the one who made an impromptu confession, took advantage, and then said it was all in jest. Maybe Wu Sheng wasn’t the same impenetrable cool boy anymore; perhaps time had softened his heart…

With that thought, Xu Wang felt a pang of empathy and immediately crouched down to make amends. “Actually… Fuck!!!”

A fist-sized snowball rolled in from the back of his neck. The icy chill startled him into a leap. The snowball, on its conquering path, scattered into numerous flakes, intensely kissing every inch of skin on his back.

The culprit shook off the melted snow from his hand and smiled at Xu Wang, looking refreshed and cheerful.

“Wu Sheng, are you eight years old!” Xu Wang, having forgotten his recent antics of “adding spice to the reunion”, berated him through gritted teeth while lifting his clothes to shake off the snow. Focused on his battle with the snowball, he forgot about the injury on his shoulder, and a sudden movement caused him to sharply inhale from the pain.

“What’s wrong?” Wu Sheng stood up, the previous schadenfreude gone, replaced by a flicker of concern in his furrowed brow.

Xu Wang irritably opened his collar to reveal a bit of the bandaged shoulder.

Wu Sheng connected the dots. “The bear yesterday?”

“What else. I’m already this miserable, and you still pelt me with snowballs. Have you no humanity!” Xu Wang was infuriated, though the pain from the injury had already subsided. What truly stung was falling for Wu Sheng’s childish trick!

“Considering how spirited you are, the injury can’t be that serious.” Wu Sheng teased, though the sight of the white bandage still bothered him.

Xu Wang didn’t feel like arguing anymore. He just wanted to know, “What should we do? Is there any other way back to reality besides being pounced on by a bear?”

Wu Sheng became serious, his gaze earnest.

Xu Wang noticed that Wu Sheng still had that exceptional focus when it came to serious matters.

“First, this isn’t a dream. You, me, and them are all real. That should be a common understanding by now; second, according to the roster, we four are currently a team, and according to the cheat sheet, we need to head to a coordinate; third, what we’re supposed to do after reaching the coordinate is unclear because after you disappeared yesterday, the three of us reached the coordinate, but nothing happened. So, I guess full attendance might be a necessary condition to trigger an event or update the prompt; fourth…”

Xu Wang’s head was starting to hurt from all the information, and he raised his hand. “Can I take notes on a small notebook or something?”

“Last point,” Wu Sheng continued undeterred, looking intently into his eyes. “If you get pounced on by a bear again and return to the real world, just stand still and don’t move.”

“Why?” Xu Wang asked.

“Because as a team, we need to meet up in reality, and yesterday, Xiao* Kuang and I drove all over Beijing looking for you, almost getting lost near Xizhimen Bridge,” Wu Sheng explained.

*Little/small () Often, it’s used as an address for someone who is younger or lower rank than you. It signifies familiarity and closeness with that person.

“Xiao Kuang?”

The fair young man, with a naive smile on his face, raised his hand. “Kuang Jinxin.”

Xu Wang quickly shook hands with his comrade. “Xu Wang.” He then turned back to Wu Sheng, returning to the topic. “Do I really have to stand still? That’s a crossroads, quite an awkward place, with all the traffic…”

“Do you want to resolve this quickly?” Wu Sheng frowned.

“I do!” Xu Wang didn’t hesitate.

Wu Sheng: “Then why all the questions?”

Xu Wang: “What I mean is, wouldn’t it be more efficient and safer if I just give you my phone number now?”

“……”

The older man, who had been silent until now, finally lost his patience and kicked the snow in front of him. “Can we start getting serious about this now? I don’t want to be dragged here every night. I’m going crazy!”

Xu Wang understood his frustration. Anyone suddenly dragged into such a magical place would be at their wit’s end. He was about to speak up to calm everyone down and make introductions to foster camaraderie when suddenly his sixth sense kicked in.

The air had quieted down, so silent that even the sound of the kicked snowflakes falling was crystal clear.

Xu Wang looked around nervously, and before he could make sense of it, he was suddenly tackled!

He hit the snow with the back of his head, looking up at Wu Sheng on top of him, unsure if this was a sign of impending doom or an impending boon.

The other two didn’t need to be tackled. As if they had rehearsed, two loud thumps could be heard as they dropped to the ground.

With Wu Sheng on top of him, Xu Wang couldn’t see anything but him, but the increasingly loud footsteps and the muffled growls of a bear!

And it wasn’t just one!

Xu Wang tensed up, daring not to move, while Wu Sheng suddenly grabbed his arm and tapped it forcefully twice!

A fierce wind suddenly rose while the bears roared, but the wind was even more intense, drowning out their roars!

As if anticipating this, Wu Sheng didn’t look around at the changing surroundings but instead pulled Xu Wang up and tapped his arm for the third time.

Xu Wang could see clearly this time. He had tapped on the [Stationery Box] from the four options on his arm, which displayed rows of grid-like slots akin to an inventory bar in a game. He didn’t know what item Wu Sheng had tapped that caused a gust of wind earlier, but the third tap was on the last remaining item in the box—[(Defensive) Jingle Bells].

As this icon disappeared, the [Stationery Box] was completely emptied, and suddenly, a sleigh appeared on the ground, drawn by four reindeer and adorned with jingling bells and Christmas wreaths.

Yes, a sleigh had just sprung up from the ground.

“Stop gawking!” Wu Sheng leapt up agilely onto the sleigh. Xu Wang snapped out of it, hurriedly clambered up to follow, and sat down inside, followed by Kuang Jinxin and the stern-faced older man. Once all four were seated, the reindeer, as if sensing their readiness, dashed off at a gallop. The sleigh broke through the air, whipping up frost and snow in its wake!

Xu Wang, watching the antlers before him, exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, “After this, nothing will surprise me, really.”

Kuang Jinxin squeezed next to him, patted his shoulder, and kindly suggested, “Brother, you might want to take another look behind us.”

Xu Wang turned back. The speeding sleigh had put a considerable distance between them and the black bears, but he could still clearly see a “tornado” that had diverted the bear pack.

The tornado was a spectacular sight, whirling and howling. The bears jumped around, trying to catch the densely packed, lively fish leaping about in a frenzy inside the tornado.

Xu Wang slowly withdrew his gaze, genuinely repentant for his previous bravado. “I’m sorry, I was too naive.”

Kuang Jinxin looked excited, finally finding a “kindred spirit”. “I felt the same yesterday. When I first saw the icon in the stationery box, I was like, ‘What is a [Fishnado]?’ But when I used it, I was stunned. It opened a new world for me!”

Fish… nado*?” Xu Wang wanted to discuss life choices with whoever named it.

*In Chinese, tornado is [long juan feng] (龙卷风) which broken down means dragon rolling winds. This is a play on that word and replaces the dragon () with fish () becoming fish rolling winds [yu juan feng] (鱼卷风).

Kuang Jinxin enthusiastically continued, “Yeah, it’s called ‘Fishnado’. It and ‘Jingle Bells’ seem to be the default items in everyone’s stationery box who enters here. The three of us have it, but Wu Ge’s* was used up yesterday. Mine and Sun Ge’s disappeared today when we came in again. I’m not sure why, but luckily yours was still there.”

*Brother () Term used often by someone younger to refer to someone who is male, who’s older or higher rank than you and whom you have a good relationship with or respect.

Xu Wang nodded, acknowledging his “unexpected gain”, and turned to the stern-faced older man beside him, extending a hand of friendship. “Sun Ge?”

The stern-faced older man hesitated, his mood instinctively not wanting to respond to such idle pleasantries, but since one does not hit a smiling face, he reluctantly reached out his hand. “Sun Jiang.”

Just as Xu Wang was about to say something more, he felt a shadow in his peripheral vision. Instinctively turning back, he saw a bear’s paw swooping towards him!

Xu Wang was too slow to react, feeling the bear’s claws nearly graze his eyelashes, when suddenly someone pulled him back by the nape of his neck, tilting his body just in time to avoid the deadly strike!

“Move forward!” Wu Sheng released his grip on Xu Wang’s collar, sharply instructing the entire team. Not needing to be told, everyone had already leaned forward, with Kuang Jinxin nearly sprawled on a reindeer’s back.

As the reindeer ran faster, the undeterred black bear relentlessly pursued them, its speed not befitting a bear but more like a leopard!

Xu Wang maintained his backward glance, fixated on the bear that wasn’t lured away by the Fishnado, watching as it closed in once again—closer, even closer—and suddenly lunged forward, its paws catching onto the back of the sleigh!

Xu Wang was going mad.

What kind of place was this? Who had dragged them into this? And did such a dangerous activity even have a business license?!


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