Full Server First Kill Ch99

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 99: Moon and Dragon

That night, everyone was fast asleep.

Nol turned the power of his earrings up to the maximum, set up an illusion on the spot, and teleported to a certain rocky area a hundred miles away. Only after confirming that no spells or mechanisms had been triggered did he reignite Kando and temporarily return to the Lost Tower with Teest.

Most of the neighbors were asleep. Only Lynn and Gatekeeper Uncle Ma were still awake. Fortunately, the unique shuttling of the black candle allowed Nol to come in with his shiny new look, narrowly avoiding being kicked out on the spot by Uncle Ma.

Hearing the news of The Manor, Lynn woke up Officer Luo and held an impromptu meeting on the spot.

Teest kept his promise.

He made two cups of hot cocoa, deliberately adding a lot of cotton candy. He was the first to sit in the soft armchair and sighed.

“This is comfortable. I really hate the wilderness.”

The Mad Monk leaned against the fireplace in the meeting room, took a sip of the hot cocoa, and melted into the chair.

Nol looked at him helplessly and then cleared his throat, detailing the eerie manor and the bottomless rift.

“Didn’t you go up and look? You just came down like that?” Lynn asked curiously.

“Eugene tried, but there are anti-magic crystals placed beneath the castle.”

Nol held the warm ceramic cup. Not needing to play “Drake” here, he and Teest were a pair, looking soft like two shell-less oysters.

“Flight spells and magical flying objects can’t be used, and below there’s a rift. It’s really too dangerous. Those Investigation Knights drew the topography of the castle, then we descended the mountain.”

“Hey, these foreigners just know about magic and don’t have real experience,” Uncle Ma said with disdain.

The succubi had been freely active lately, well-fed and watered. Uncle Ma’s shell was no longer a living skeleton but a female warrior as fit and agile as a leopard.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, that captivating beauty disappeared without a trace.

“We can set up a temporary cable car.” He gestured enthusiastically. “If that doesn’t work, we can build a ladder out of wood and stone. If all else fails, put some explosives at the bottom. You hide in armor, fly upwards—then throw a grappling hook, hey.”

“That makes too much noise and would be easily discovered by the target—the people of The Manor,” Officer Luo immediately objected.

“I can make an adaptable soft ladder. I just need one person to go up and connect the route.” Lynn pondered. “The problem is, we need to get up there quietly.”

Nol nodded.

The bottom of The Manor was a bottomless abyss, and there was no leverage point in mid-air, making it very difficult to ascend by physical means. If there were other protections at the bottom of The Manor, it would be even more dangerous.

We need to think of a sufficiently reasonable method that can also conceal our movements…

“I want ten parachutes with strong light bulbs attached at the bottom,” Teest casually suggested as he savored his hot cocoa.

Nol turned his head curiously. “Are you talking about those toys?”

The parachute toys were about palm size and were shaped like deformed umbrellas. Merchants would paint the top with bright colors, then stick trinkets like flowers or dolls on the counterweight below.

Children liked to throw it into the sky, watch it unfold in the air, and then slowly descend vertically to the ground. Nol had seen it a few times in Grape Collar, where it was popular to stick grape leaves on the counterweight.

This thing was cheap and indeed employed pure physical means.

“It descends very slowly, creating a brief ‘floating platform’.” Teest put down his cup. “You just step on the top to go up.”

Wow, listen to what this guy is saying.

Just step on the parachute’s surface and go up? Not to mention a palm-sized air parachute, even stepping on plum blossom piles nailed to the ground, Nol was confident he’d take a spill. Such bizarre maneuvers, he had only seen in martial arts films.

Sure enough, the neighbors all looked at Teest with varying degrees of skepticism in their eyes.

“The strong light is necessary. It can create shadows. When the time comes, Ben can kick towards the sky with its claws, and it’ll be able to kick Nol up,” Teest continued leisurely. “And I’ll go up first, hanging Nol with the thinnest silk line, just in case. The strong light can help me disrupt the knights’ vision.”

It turned out to be special effects with wires. The neighbors suddenly understood.

Nol remained silent. The shadow wolf’s ability to travel through shadows was a trait of its own and wouldn’t be blocked by anti-magic crystals. Teest’s idea was theoretically feasible, but the problem was…

“What if, cough, in case I don’t stand steady, flailing in mid-air, or being hung up like a dead person? Eugene will definitely notice something wrong.” Nol’s hand holding the cup trembled slightly. This was scarier than having to perform a talent at a team-building event.

“Don’t worry, honey. We can handle this.” Teest cruelly ignored Nol’s opinion. “Miss Lynn, can you provide such props?”

Lynn looked at Nol worriedly—the Master of Paradise had lost his mood for cocoa, sweat appearing on his forehead, yet in the end, he didn’t speak again. So she sighed deeply. “No problem. But I need two hours to adjust the strong light ball.”

After speaking, she pursed her lips. “During the time you were away, Grape Collar got a new bishop.”

“That guy recently came to visit and brought four neighbors back with him. I pretended to be the Master of Paradise to meet him. Compared to the previous old man, this new bishop isn’t easy to deal with… The Temple of Life is very sensitive. You must be careful with Eugene.”

Nol nodded gravely.

“Anakin also came by. We gave her the backup copy you left.” Officer Luo took over the conversation. “The little girl is quite vigilant. She said some things can only be discussed with you in person. For now, we can only carry some idle conversation—she has secured the rights to the ‘Festival of New Green’, telling you to rest assured. There’s nothing much happening on the Players’ side.”

“Got it. Once The Manor issue is settled, I’ll find an opportunity to talk to her,” Nol said.

Uncle Ma looked left and right. In the end, he also frowned and spoke seriously about “important matters”. “Xiao Xu, the pickled cabbage is ready. Want to eat it? There’s some pork belly left in the kitchen. Let’s roast it together.”

Nol: “.…..”

Nol: “I’ll have some.”

After the little exchange with the neighbors concluded, Teest also helped himself to quite a few ingredients from the kitchen. While waiting for Lynn to make the props, Nol was caught by him outside the Lost Tower.

Looking at the towering giant tower, Nol had a bad premonition. The Lost Tower was crawling slowly, its thick limbs occasionally coiling and stretching, carrying the tower body with a gentle undulation, smoothly gliding along.

“I told you before, you lack coordination.” Teest said, “As long as you practice in advance, our Mr. ‘Drake’ won’t easily embarrass himself.”

“I… uh…” Nol hugged his magic staff tightly.

For so long, he had relied entirely on magic to move around and never thought he’d need to practice physical fitness like a warrior. Keep in mind, when he was still on Earth, he could barely pass the pull-up test.

“Don’t be afraid. You have talent.” Teest walked behind him. “You can completely control your own body, remember?”

“This is a different matter,” Nol said dryly.

“You just need to remember the movement patterns.” Teest’s tone became even sweeter. “Your memory is as miraculous as you are. I’ve seen it.”

Then he quieted down, waiting for Nol to mentally prepare himself—his dear Lich would always pay any price for his “neighbors” and “the truth”. This was something Teest was well aware of.

Nol turned to look at him, and Teest could just see a full profile of his face.

Nol’s hair had been dyed a pale gold by him, almost silvery white under the moonlight. Coupled with those golden eyes, it was as if Nol had been “eroded” by Teest… leaving continuous marks on him—a sensation so intense it made one’s scalp tingle.

Even hanging the high-ups of the Eternal Church on golden threads hadn’t given Teest such a satisfying feeling.

“…I understand.” As expected, in the end, Nol compromised.

Such a terrible sense of responsibility. Teest clicked his tongue. He spread his arms and touched Nol’s wrists from behind with both hands.

“Relax, relax… It’s actually quite simple,” Teest whispered in Nol’s ear. “Imagine you are a falling leaf, drifting with the wind.”

The golden threads crawled up Nol’s skin from Teest’s fingertips, neither too light nor too heavy, guiding Nol’s bodily movements. Their body heat mingled, their limbs softly breaking through the night breeze.

Nol’s body tensed up. This kind of “marionette” teaching obviously made it difficult for him to relax. This tension lasted for a dozen seconds before Nol’s muscles gradually relaxed again.

‘…That was trust—Nol’s heartfelt trust in him,’ Teest thought.

That intoxicating sense of comfort appeared once more.

The two revolved and danced on the platform at the entrance of the tower, like a silent pair skating routine.

“This is the first point. Don’t focus too much on specific parts or specific details.” Teest’s voice brushed against the tip of Nol’s ear. “It’s about the sense of coordination…”

The two moved to the edge of the platform, and Teest suddenly flashed elegantly from behind Nol, stopping in front of him. The Mad Monk had a radiant smile. He pressed his finger to his lips and, like blowing a kiss, touched Nol’s forehead.

With a slight force from his fingers, Nol couldn’t withstand the dreadful strength of the Death Knight, and he fell backwards—right into the high altitude of the Black Forest.

The sound of wind passed by his ears, and Nol only had time to widen his eyes. In his panic, he instinctively followed Teest’s teaching. Unfortunately, before Nol could adjust his posture, he was about to crash to the ground.

Since this height wouldn’t kill him, he gave up and closed his eyes.

Then he fell into a warm embrace.

Teest kicked downward from above, reaching the ground before Nol, who fell just right into his arms.

“This is the second point.” Under the moonlight, the Mad Monk’s golden eyes gleefully narrowed. “You panic because of the feeling of weightlessness, which scatters your attention… I want you to get accustomed to falling.”

Nol was breathing heavily, gritting his teeth. But he had to admit, when it came to “hopping up and down”, Teest was indeed an expert.

“Again!” Nol tugged at Teest’s cheek, squeezing out the request through clenched teeth.

“Alright—” Teest said, grinning from ear to ear with a deeper laugh in his voice.

Before sunrise, in the early hours of the morning, Eugene specially checked the status of the temporary knights.

Most of them were still asleep, while a few were awake. These were clearly the more self-disciplined ones, as they were proactively warming up their bodies.

Before finding a way to enter The Manor, Eugene didn’t intend to take these temporary knights near the fissure—having just planted the radiance of God in the hearts of these lambs, he couldn’t let them think that “the Temple of Life would be obstructed by The Manor”.

However, there were some who had seen the situation, and he planned to take them with him.

“Drake, Sean, Damori. Step forward,” Eugene called out the three who were awake. He said with a smile, “This morning, there will be another exploration of the path—same extra bonus as last time.”

“Sir, I’ve rested well. I also want to go!”

“Yes, Sir, they have just been yesterday!”

“I also want to offer my strength for the Goddess—”

“It’s just scouting. They’ve been through it once, so they are more practiced.” Eugene kept smiling. “Everyone will have many opportunities. Next time there’s a similar opportunity, I will consider you all first.”

He glanced seemingly unintentionally at Drake—being a bit late, Sean and Damori were somewhat at a loss, but Drake was as unflappable as ever, albeit a little pale.

Whether in terms of image or capability, he was a person of potential. After the team returned, he would have to confirm the recent oracles again.

It would be a waste for such an excellent person not to serve the Goddess of Life.

Yesterday evening, they hadn’t acted rashly. When they returned to the starting point, The Manor’s defenses were the same as before.

The knights brought equipment this time—a giant grappling hook launcher, its body imbued with silencing magic and explosion magic, capable of shooting the hook high into the air.

They tried to move the launcher beyond the range of the anti-magic crystal’s influence but found that the distance was calculated just right, tightly limiting the shooting range of the launcher.

Subsequently, Eugene tied a safety rope around his waist, stood on the hook, and had the knights launch it from a distance. He then performed a double jump with his strength.

But as soon as he jumped near the lowest platform, a few giant bird monsters burst out from the shadows and slammed him towards the underground fissure.

While in midair, Eugene had no leverage, not even able to counterattack. He could only protect his body and let his teammates pull back the safety rope vigorously so he wouldn’t fall into the fissure.

“This is more useful than a moat.”

Eugene returned to the team with a hint of helplessness. “It’s also unknown how they managed to make the castle float.”

“Captain, we—”

“Continue the experiment,” Eugene decisively said. “If it doesn’t work by nine, we’ll figure out a solution here and continue trying tonight.”

“I heard that Paradise nurtures flying monsters,” a knight murmured softly. “They said they were going to deal with it, but they haven’t shown up yet. Damn, if there are flying monsters out there…”

“The flying monsters are right over there.”

Eugene cast a sharp look and pointed towards the shadows where the giant bird monsters were hiding. “If they suddenly spoke human language, saying they could take you up, would you entrust your life to them? Remember, monsters are the enemies of mankind and must not be trusted.”

The knight quickly bowed his head. “I was just wondering why Paradise hasn’t appeared yet…”

“Maybe they’re watching in secret,” Eugene said softly.

‘That’s not the case,’ Nol thought. He was watching openly—the Master of Paradise observed the knights busily scurrying about from a close distance with a solemn face.

The sun had made half its journey across the sky. The knights had discovered many defensive measures but still hadn’t found a secret way to infiltrate. Apart from declaring open war, it seemed they had no other choice.

The four moons rose, and the sky was filled with stars. Eugene put away the scroll filled with defensive intelligence.

“Let’s call it a day. You’ve all worked hard. I’ll go back and ponder more,” he said. “Unfortunately, tonight is not the time to take action.”

Nol saw his chance, and with Teest still napping on his back, he took a nervous step forward.

“I’d like to give it a try,” he said.

Eugene stopped what he was doing and looked at Nol for a while, then said, “Alright.”

Nol opened his backpack and took out ten prepared parachutes. The Teest brand cloak on his back woke up with a huge yawn. [Is the show about to start?]

[Almost,] Nol responded in his mind. [As long as I don’t fall.]

[Your invisible lover is with you.] Teest winked at him. [Watch me closely later.]

Nol stood on the edge of the fissure, striving not to look into the darkness. He raised his hand and threw a few parachutes into the sky.

As the parachutes opened at high altitude, a few bright points like stars appeared in the darkness. Teest leaped gracefully, his toes lightly touching the soft canopy, as light as a breeze.

This unique Death Knight soared upwards. Thanks to the blessing of the “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, the strange birds couldn’t sense his presence. In a few seconds, Teest’s shrinking figure disappeared at the edge of the floating stone platform. He popped his head out and waved at Nol.

A thread-like, dim gold line descended from the high altitude, wrapping around Nol’s wrist.

The parachutes were descending, and there wasn’t much time left. Nol took a deep breath and jumped toward the nearest canopy. In the deep night, amidst the shadows beside the bright light, the flesh pad of the shadow wolf threw upwards fiercely, propelling Nol towards another parachute.

…Imagine you’re a falling leaf. Nol’s cloak flowed with the night, creating a ripple of shadow.

…It’s not about the details, but the harmony of the whole. He mimicked Teest’s movements from earlier, adjusting his posture with inertia, like a cat falling from the sky.

…Don’t fear the fall. Nol quietly tightened his grip on the golden line and jumped higher. The strange birds emerged in full force but became stiff under the [Bloodline Suppression], crackling as they fell into the abyss.

Nol’s fingers grabbed the edge of the lowest stone slab.

Teest, with a smile brimming in his eyes, grabbed Nol’s wrist and pulled him up from the void. The wind was cold at such a height, turning Nol’s breath into wisps of white mist.

[Hey, is that dragon’s breath?] Teest teased with his hands behind his back, in a good mood. [Worthy of being the successor to the “Dragonblood Hero”!]

[It was all thanks to you this time.] Nol steadied his heartbeat and sincerely expressed his gratitude.

Test blinked. [If you say that, I might have to think about a reward.]

[No problem.] Nol nodded decisively.

He walked to the edge of the platform and dropped down the soft ladder. The trembling ladder bridge was set up, swaying incessantly in the wind. It stretched out a frightening distance, looking like a thin line from above.

Below.

Eugene was still looking in the direction where “Drake” had disappeared.

That person’s movements were simply not human-like—just by using a few cheap parachutes, he casually cracked the first line of defense of The Manor.

Eugene still remembered the change in the eyes of the two temporary knights.

Under the moonlight, Drake seemed to fly high into the air, stepping on the stars. Gravity lost its hold, and the bird monsters dared not approach. Drake was already handsome, and at that moment, his platinum hair was dazzlingly bright against the darkness, like the incarnation of a silver dragon.

…As perfect as if guided by God.

The joy of “finding a treasure” faded slightly for Eugene.

It seemed that in addition to the oracle of the Temple of Life, he had to confirm the oracle of the Eternal Church as well.

At this point, he couldn’t easily let this person go—whether from the perspective of an “ally” or an “enemy”.


The author has something to say:

Eugene is like the HR of the Temple of Life—

Wow, we’ve recruited a big shot. I’m so happy. The Goddess boss will be pleased! Let me think about how to keep him at the company.

(Husband-husband extreme operation)

Eugene: …

Eugene: Why would such a high-level big shot come to work part-time? Be wary of corporate espionage…


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Escape From the Asylum Ch80

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 80

6 p.m.

The setting sun slowly sank, the lake changed from green to red, and then merged into the inky darkness with the night.

Lights in the villa on the top of the mountain were lit, and from a distance, it looked like stars shining on the mountain’s peak.

That afternoon, the six players in the villa had tried to leave.

However, whether they walked to the front or back door, a system prompt would appear: [Warning, the player is about to leave the plot-restricted area. If you walk another 50 meters, the player will instantly die.]

Thus, the strategy to escape from the villa and save their lives was completely blocked by the system.

The players had no choice but to stay and adapt.

At this moment, in the dining room on the first floor of the villa, Ruan Mei and six “children” were having dinner together. Originally, the cook, the driver, and the driver’s friend were supposed to eat at a small table in the kitchen, but Ruan Mei invited them over.

At the dinner table, the cook was almost flattered and couldn’t help saying, “Madam is so kind!”

“It’s only right. Life’s tough for everyone,” Ruan Mei replied with a smile, gesturing for them to sit. “Help yourselves. These kids won’t eat much.”

The cook said, “Thank you so much, Madam. After I finish eating, wash the dishes, and help the kids wash their faces and feet, I will leave.”

“There’s no need. I’m used to doing all of this. If I wasn’t busy today, I wouldn’t have asked you to cook,” Ruan Mei said with a smile. “After you eat, you can go. You’re not in a hurry, but the driver is eager to go home. Let him wait a bit to take you back! Speaking of which… I’m a bit worried. It’s really far from the city here. When you three get home, please let me know.”

Hearing this, Zhou Qian exchanged glances with Bai Zhou, and the other four players from the Invincible Legion couldn’t help but grip their chopsticks tighter.

Everyone knew what Ruan Mei meant by this—once the three of them left, wouldn’t she be alone? At that time, she could freely start a massacre.

Ma Luoluo, Meng Pingping, and others died silently last night without making a sound, indicating that once players triggered the death condition, they couldn’t even use their items.

With their MP bar depleted and items unusable, all they could do was wait for their death, with no possibility of survival.

The constraints this instance put on players were too much.

The only consolation for the players was that some items without offensive or defensive capabilities could still be used.

At this moment, Ke Er and Ke San were privately chatting using such items.

Ke San: “Boss, what do you think? I feel like something’s off!”

Ke Er: “Indeed, it’s strange. Suffocation, drowning… We can avoid those. But other things are too difficult. You saw the toys Ruan Mei brought, didn’t you?”

At the dinner table, while scanning over the four of them, Zhou Qian obviously noticed that Ke Er and Ke San would glance at each other occasionally, as if discussing something.

However, Zhou Qian pretended not to notice and seemed distracted while enjoying his food. After a yawn, he nudged Bai Zhou with his elbow and pointed with his chopsticks.

“Zhou Ge, I want that.”

Only Bai Zhou probably understood Zhou Qian’s gestures and words.

Swiftly, Bai Zhou used a spoon to scoop out three snails from a plate of stir-fried snails, placing them in his empty bowl. He then used a toothpick to pick out the snail meat, trimming off the muddy tail, and finally placed it in Zhou Qian’s bowl.

“It feels like we’re back in the school canteen.” Zhou Qian chuckled, picking up the snail meat with chopsticks and eating it.

Bai Zhou slowly picked up the second snail and continued to prepare it, while Zhou Qian casually glanced out of the window towards the front yard.

The light inside the house illuminated the yard, revealing two parked cars.

When the cars arrived in the afternoon, Zhou Qian had specifically observed that the driver had driven Ruan Mei in one car while the driver’s friend came in another.

Why bring an extra car?

Upon noticing this, Zhou Qian paid extra attention.

In the afternoon, besides Zhou Qian, the other players naturally noticed this issue as well and quickly gathered in the front yard.

What they saw next was the driver and the driver’s friend parking their cars one after the other. Both of them got out of their vehicles and opened the trunks.

To the players’ surprise, both trunks were filled with toys. The variety of toys was vast, including small cars, toy trains, toy guns, and many boxes of small wooden sticks and blocks. One particular toy caught Zhou Qian’s extra attention—numerous mushroom tacks.

Ruan Mei didn’t bring clothes, commonly used children’s medicine, or books. Instead, she brought a plethora of toys and even used two cars to transport them, clearly revealing her malicious intentions. Given this, the toys likely had a direct relation to potential methods of killing.

The players all realized this.

Zhou Qian noticed that at that moment, Ke San volunteered to help “Mom” move the toys. He indeed carried a lot of toys upstairs, earning praise from the driver and the cook for being considerate.

When transporting the last toy, Ke San lingered upstairs for quite a while. Later, Ke Er, along with Ke Si and Ke Shi, also went up.

Before leaving, Ke Er called out to Zhou Qian. However, Zhou Qian was having Bai Zhou cut an apple for him into small pieces, so he told them he would join them in a bit to inspect the toys.

The reason they went to check the toys was to determine the exact types present.

Those small items couldn’t yet be considered crucial in determining whether the death condition had been triggered. After all, if one wanted to design toys as murder weapons and disguise everything as an accident, specific scenarios were necessary.

It was a test of the players’ imaginative powers—they needed to inspect each toy and ponder how Ruan Mei might transform them into lethal weapons under certain circumstances.

For the time being, Zhou Qian wasn’t particularly concerned about the toy details. What he cared about more was the every move of Ke San, Ke Er, and the others.

After they went upstairs, Zhou Qian, under the pretext of eating an apple, stayed in the kitchen. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the driver’s friend—he had just moved a box of mineral water from the back seat of the car to the storage room next to the kitchen. At that moment, Ruan Mei came over.

Upon seeing the driver’s friend, Ruan Mei handed him a cup of tea, thanking him profusely. The driver’s friend replied with a few polite words and, while accepting the tea, handed something to Ruan Mei. Peeking out from the kitchen, Zhou Qian noticed it was a car key.

Spotting this detail, Zhou Qian confirmed that the reason the driver’s friend drove an empty car over was because Ruan Mei needed a vehicle.

Thus, the car without passengers wasn’t solely for transporting toys. A previously unclear matter became evident to Zhou Qian at that moment.

……

Time returned to the present.

Zhou Qian withdrew his gaze and continued eating leisurely with his chopsticks. Bai Zhou had picked another piece of snail meat for him, and he ate it without hesitation.

Roughly 20 minutes later, dinner came to an end, and it was about time for the cook, the driver, and his friend to leave.

Zhou Qian kept his head down, focusing on his food. Ke San, after glancing at everyone, noticed a bead of sweat on Ke Er’s forehead.

Hmm? Did Ke Er think of another critical issue?

Ke San quickly messaged him through a private communication tool, asking, “Brother, what’s wrong?”

Ke Er replied, “I think… should we convince one of the NPCs to stay?”

Ke San inquired, “What do you mean?”

“Since I saw the toys this afternoon, I’ve been thinking… It’s too hard to avoid the risks in this villa. Drowning and suffocation can be avoided, but everything else is too challenging. Letting a child play on a swing and pushing him off, or simply throwing a child from the third floor… These methods are all too easy for Ruan Mei. Not to mention the various toys, which could correspond to countless murder methods.”

“Before seeing the toys, I thought we might stand a chance, even possibly killing Zhou Qian to claim a reward. But now, I realize it’s not that simple. With the addition of two cars full of toys, there are just too many ways for Ruan Mei to kill us and disguise it as an accident. It’s overwhelming. But I suddenly realized—”

Ke Er continued, “There’s one way to completely avoid all risks! We need to find ourselves a ‘witness’. We need to persuade the driver and the cook to stay. If they stay, Ruan Mei definitely can’t kill anyone!”

Realizing the strategy, Ke San laughed. “Exactly! You’re always the smart one, brother. There are so many ways to die; even if we avoid one, we might fall into another. But having a ‘witness’ will solve all our problems, won’t it?”

As they spoke, the driver and others were already standing up, saying their goodbyes to Ruan Mei, ready to leave. Ke Er signaled Ke San, who quickly approached the driver. “Uncle, auntie, I’ll miss you! Can you stay tonight and play with me?”

Ruan Mei, standing at the door, changed her expression momentarily upon hearing this. However, she quickly reverted to a gentle demeanor, patting Ke San’s head. “Sorry, but they need to go home. They have their children to take care of!”

“Please, uncle!” Ke San turned around and winked at the other players except Ke Er. “Come on, let’s ask them to stay! We’ll only be safe if they stay here!”

While Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou didn’t move, Ke Er, Ke Si, and Ke Shi approached, clutching onto the NPC’s thigh.

Feeling pressured, the driver and the cook exchanged glances, unsure of how to proceed. They wanted to leave but didn’t want to offend the children and, by extension, the Ke family.

Ruan Mei quickly reassured them. “It’s okay. You can go. I’ll handle the children. They’re just being spoiled!”

Ruan Mei’s words seemed to reassure them, like a calming pill. They immediately tried to push away the children in order to leave.

At this moment, Ke Er was clinging to the driver’s friend’s leg. The driver’s friend was trying to pry Ke Er’s fingers away.

Ke Er realized that he currently had the strength of a child and couldn’t match an adult’s force. In desperation, he quickly pulled out a prop.

[Item: Universal Adhesive]

[Function: Allows you to stick to anything. Hold onto it tight, don’t let go, and it will be yours!]

[Status: Currently Unusable]

Seeing the words “Currently Unusable”, veins popped on Ke Er’s forehead in frustration.

He had intended to use this adhesive to keep the NPC here, but who would’ve thought that this tool was also restricted by the system!

Wait, what about Zhou Qian? Why hasn’t Zhou Qian taken any action?

He clearly saw Ruan Mei enter his room last night, but he survived, which meant he was quite clever. He should know how to play in this instance.

Why isn’t he pleading for them to stay?

At the dining table, upon catching Ke Er’s gaze and noticing him desperately clinging to the driver’s friend’s leg only to be heartlessly pushed away, Zhou Qian chuckled.

Zhou Qian then stepped forward, taking a stride towards the door, and said to the driver and others, “If you can’t let us stay, can you take us with you? I don’t want to spend the night on the mountain. It’s too cold here!”

Hearing this, Ke Er and Ke San exchanged glances, quickly grasping the implication, and echoed, “Yes, yes, take us with you! We want to leave this place!”

Due to plot constraints, players couldn’t leave the “Mountain Top Villa” on their own. But if they could persuade the NPCs to take them, it would be like guiding the development of a new storyline. Consequently, the “plot-restricted area” would naturally be expanded, and they could then leave, escaping Ruan Mei’s slaughter.

Yes, Zhou Qian’s idea is good!

Ke Si and Ke Shi were a bit slow to react, but once they understood, they too immediately began pleading, expressing their desire to leave with them.

The cook, probably the most compassionate, melted at the children’s entreaties and immediately proposed to Ruan Mei, “What if… I take them with me?”

Ruan Mei’s face turned quite sour, but in order to maintain her facade, she suppressed whatever she was feeling and astonishingly agreed.

However, her consent came with conditions.

She said, “We only have two cars here, both are ordinary sedans. One car must stay here for any emergencies. As for the other… The driver will drive, his friend in the passenger seat, you can sit at the back, auntie, and you can only take care of two children at most. So—”

Ruan Mei sighed, looking at her “children” and said, “Only two of you can go.”

Out of the six players, only two could leave.

Previously, it was the players pleading with the NPCs, but now there seemed to be a brewing conflict among the players themselves.

Following instructions from Ke Er over the headphones, Ke San was the first to speak up, “I want to go! I’m the one who hates the cold the most! I want to leave! My brother Ke Er and I will go!”

With that, he pulled Ke Er’s arm. “Both of us need to leave together!”

“No, we want to leave too!”

“Yes, us too!”

These were the voices of Ke Si and Ke Shi.

“You all…” Ruan Mei furrowed her brows. “Hurry up and decide who will go, or none of you will! The uncles and aunties are in a hurry to go home. Don’t waste any more time!”

Zhou Qian spoke up, directing his words at Ruan Mei. “Mom, let us discuss for a moment. Give us five minutes?”

“Alright, only five minutes.” Ruan Mei’s expression was getting increasingly stern, but she suppressed something and beckoned the driver and others back into the house, saying, “Come, have some tea. Sorry about this. The more children, the more trouble!”

Outside in the front yard, the door to the living room was temporarily closed, leaving the six players to discuss. They couldn’t leave on their own but could only persuade the NPCs to take them. And only two of them could escape.

Before a formal discussion between the players began, Ke San used a private chat tool to ask Ke Er, “Brother, what do we do?”

Ke Er looked somewhat pale. “We must leave!”

“But only two out of the six can go. This goes against the strategy you set earlier.” Ke San reminded him, “If you fall out with Zhou Qian… you won’t be able to use him against the boss later. If he survives this, he probably won’t fall for your tricks so easily in the future. That reward from the Peach Legion Army…”

“No, that’s where you’re wrong. In this game, there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests!” Ke Er seriously replied. “If we offend him now, so be it. If he’s lucky enough to survive, compared to me, his real enemy is still our boss. At that time, we still have room to collaborate. Besides…

“Heh, I think Zhou Qian won’t survive tonight. The villa is full of deadly traps. Except for leaving with these NPCs, I doubt anyone can escape alive!”

Peeking inside through the window, Ke Er’s gaze grew increasingly cold. “The more I think about it, the more I feel we can’t stay here. So many players have fallen in this instance… It certainly has its wicked ways.”

“I’ve already analyzed it with you at the dining table. After seeing those toys, I realized we absolutely can’t stay here! Toy guns, little wooden sticks… Each and every one of them is a deadly weapon! Ruan Mei could easily take one and insert it into our windpipe, and we’d be done for! The risk of death is inevitable.”

“All in all, the risks tonight compared to last night are on a completely different level. We have to leave!”

While Ke Er and Ke San were chatting privately, Zhou Qian glanced at them and took the initiative to speak up, rather rudely, “You guys really are wallflowers, huh?”

Seeing everyone looking over, Zhou Qian continued, “This morning at Ke Zheng’s house, based on how you acted in front of us… I thought you’d start treating me as your big brother from then on. But now…

“What are you doing? It was clearly my idea to leave with the NPCs and avoid the risk of death, but judging by your behavior, are you trying to snatch this opportunity away from me?”

This time, instead of pushing Ke San to the forefront, Ke Er finally stepped forward and said to everyone, “We need to immediately choose two people who can leave. If we delay too much, Ruan Mei won’t let any of us go. If that happens, no one will have a chance to leave. Why should it come to that? Those who stay and those who leave should communicate with each other. Cooperation for mutual benefit is the right way!”

“Oh? How do you propose we choose then? What’s fair?” Zhou Qian asked.

Ke Er then pulled out a deck of cards and said, “This is a standard deck of cards. It has two jokers in it.”

“To be fair, each of us will draw a card in turn. The two who draw the jokers will be the ones to go. If someone draws both jokers, then they can choose another person to leave with them.”

Apparently fearing the others wouldn’t agree, Ke Er quickly emphasized, “We have no skills right now, and any mildly offensive or defensive items are completely unusable. Fighting or arguing will be pointless and a waste of time. Drawing cards is the fairest way. Let’s settle this quickly and leave it to fate!”

Upon hearing Ke Er’s words, the gamblers in the virtual gaming hall all burst out laughing.

“Ke Er is kind of hilarious. He wants to play cards with Qian Ge?”

“Yeah, which is why I say, players should come here and watch the newbie videos!”

“Do you think he might cheat? Oh my god, is there really someone out there who doesn’t know how fast Qian Ge’s hands are?”

“I’m just waiting to see Ke Er get slapped in the face!”

Inside the game, Zhou Qian was completely unaware of the gamblers’ live discussions. However, he readily agreed to Ke Er’s suggestion. Since he agreed, Bai Zhou naturally agreed as well. Ke Er and Ke San were the initiators of this “draw the joker” game, so Ke Si and Ke Shi, the remaining two, had no choice but to reluctantly participate.

Without any ceremony, the six of them sat in a circle, and Ke Er placed the deck of cards in the middle, saying, “Anyone can draw first.”

“Hold on, I want to check the cards and your sleeves first. Who knows if you’ll try to cheat?” Zhou Qian said.

Ke Er laughed and simply took off his upper garment, baring his torso, saying, “Are you satisfied now?”

Zhou Qian didn’t respond to him directly but took the deck to flip through it, counted the cards, shuffled them a few times, and placed them back. He then looked at the other two. “You two should also shuffle. That’s the only way it’ll be truly fair.”

Upon hearing this, Ke Si and Ke Shi did indeed each take the deck, shuffling and counting to ensure it was a standard, unaltered deck of cards, before placing it back in the center of their circle.

Then, the six players were about to take turns drawing cards. Zhou Qian yawned and handed an orange to Bai Zhou. “Brother, can you peel this orange for me?”

Bai Zhou looked at him and, pretending to be unaware of his intentions, replied, “Peeling an orange can make your hands sticky, which might affect drawing cards—”

“I can draw for both of us!” Zhou Qian interrupted.

With that, there were really only five participants in the game.

The five took turns drawing a card and placing it in front of themselves. When it was Zhou Qian’s turn, he drew one for himself and then another for Bai Zhou, effectively taking Bai Zhou’s place in the “draw the joker” mini-game.

Throughout the process, Bai Zhou sat calmly next to Zhou Qian, steadily peeling an orange for him. Every time Bai Zhou took out a segment of the orange, he would meticulously remove the white pith, since Zhou Qian disliked the bitterness.

Seeing this, the gamblers began another discussion.

“You see, today they had two meals together, and this ​[137] helped Zhou Qian peel shrimp, pick out snail meat, cut fruit, pour water… At first, the other four were quite surprised. But now they’re not!”

“Oh! So we misunderstood Qian Ge! I really thought he was love-struck and in a relationship. Turns out it’s a strategy!”

“What strategy? I don’t get it.”

“Look, Zhou Qian is now using the excuse of eating an orange, letting ​[137]​ peel it for him. The real intention is to control the cards for both of them. This way, when he cheats, he has more control. Watch, he’ll definitely get both jokers!”

“I see! I understand now. If they were directly peeling and feeding oranges at this moment, the other players would definitely find it odd and suspect Zhou Qian.”

“But since they’ve already set the precedent during lunch and dinner… now their actions don’t seem out of place! So, no one suspects Qian Ge of cheating!”

“Exactly!”

“It seems we misunderstood Qian Ge. He wants to play the game properly. He wasn’t thinking about romance.”

“We overthought! We shouldn’t think too much!”

However, two minutes later…

“What… what happened?”

“What?! Did I see it wrong? How are both jokers in Ke Er’s hand?!”

“Dang! Qian Ge’s strategy must have been there! Where did it go wrong?”

“Qian Ge’s strategy must have been right. Could it be… Ke Er is even better at cheating?”

“Geez… did Qian Ge meet his match?”

Outside the game, the gamblers were filled with anxiety. Inside the game, Zhou Qian’s expression turned serious.

Having just eaten a segment of orange, when everyone revealed their cards and saw that Ke Er had both jokers, his face seemed to say, “This orange suddenly doesn’t taste so good.”

Ke Er kept the bigger joker for himself and naturally passed the smaller one to Ke San. He then stood up, bowed to everyone, and said, “Sorry. We will now wait for the driver. You all be careful tonight. You can still make it through. Hopefully, we’ll meet in other exhibition halls.”

Suddenly angered, Zhou Qian threw the remaining orange on the ground, shouting, “You definitely cheated! How could both jokers be with you?”

His face went pale, as if things had completely taken an unexpected turn.

Ke Er looked at him calmly. “Going downhill is just one way to escape. What are you afraid of? Does staying here really mean waiting for death?”

“You—!” Zhou Qian rushed forward, seemingly wanting to pick a fight with Ke Er. But Bai Zhou quickly stepped in to hold him back.

Zhou Qian’s actions seemingly affirmed Ke Er’s words.

Staying here was tantamount to waiting for death.

Seeing his actions, Ke Er took a deep breath, even more convinced that leaving was the right choice. As Ke Er turned to leave, Zhou Qian, still furious, tried to stop him again.

Bai Zhou wrapped an arm around Zhou Qian’s waist, preventing him from moving forward. “We all agreed to leave it to luck—”

“Luck, my ass! Don’t play the good guy here!” Zhou Qian angrily retorted, looking at Bai Zhou. “I don’t want to stay here! He definitely cheated. What about you… Ke Si, Ke Shi? Why are you standing there dumbstruck? Stop him!”

Bai Zhou continued to calm Zhou Qian, “Going after him now, even if you want to fight, is pointless. If we can’t decide, everyone will stay here. If there is real danger here, at least the two of them can escape, which is better than everyone perishing*.”

*The entire army wiped out (军覆没) Idiom referring to complete annihilation/complete failure.

“You… You’re sick! Are you okay?! Is this how you play the good guy?” In his anger, Zhou Qian turned and threw a punch at Bai Zhou. “I might as well die fighting him! Who doesn’t know how to kill a fish and break the net*?”

*The fish is dead, and the net broken (魚死網破) Idiom referring to both parties are willing to fight to the bitter end, even if it results in mutual destruction.

“Zhou Qian, stop this.”

Bai Zhou didn’t argue. He just grabbed Zhou Qian’s wrist to prevent the punch.

The scene was chaotic for a moment.

Zhou Qian couldn’t catch up to Ke Er and Ke San because he ended up fighting with Bai Zhou.

The five-minute time limit soon arrived, and the driver, his friend, and the cook came out of the villa. The moment the driver pressed the remote to open the car door, Ke Er and Ke San swiftly opened the car doors and jumped into the back seats.

It was too late for Zhou Qian to do anything.

With anger in his eyes, Zhou Qian furiously stared at Bai Zhou and pushed him away. As the three NPCs got into the car and the driver started the engine, Zhou Qian rushed to bang hard on the car door.

Inside the car, Ke Er didn’t open the door.

He just slightly rolled down the window, and when he looked at Zhou Qian, there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Ke Er said, “If you have something to say, say it.”

Zhou Qian glared back. “You definitely cheated. I can see it!”

“Mm, I realized from the way you shuffled the cards that you’re one of us. You wanted to cheat too. But so what? You haven’t outplayed me,” Ke Er responded. “Play fair. You still have a chance. Find another way to escape from Ruan Mei.”

Zhou Qian’s eyes reddened further, and he roared in disbelief, “You’re so cold-hearted. How many people have you killed?”

“Quite a few, I suppose.” Ke Er smirked. “In this game, whose hands are clean?”

“How many have you killed directly?” Zhou Qian asked.

“Sorry, I’ve lost count. Maybe around ten or more. Not that many.” Ke Er rolled up the window and said to the driver, “Let’s go!”

The car left, moving out of the villa’s illuminated area, and slowly disappeared into the night.

At this moment, Zhou Qian’s expression completely changed.

He turned around, contemplatively gazing at another car left in the courtyard. Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned back to see Bai Zhou approaching.

Walking alongside the villa’s wall, half of Bai Zhou’s face was illuminated by the light, while the other half remained in the shadows.

Zhou Qian’s expression was entirely different from the anger he showed in front of Ke Er.

Looking at Bai Zhou, he smiled and communicated through a private chat tool, speaking in a relaxed tone, “Zhou Ge, your acting skills aren’t bad. Trained by the NPCs? After all these years, we still have that tacit understanding.”


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Qizi Ch116

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 116

Year 3992 of the New Era, the church.

“Thank you for your consolation Priest Ling. I feel much better than before.”

“Yes, thank you so much. Even as a bystander, I’ve learned a lot.”

Ling Xing sent the two people out of the church with a smile. “I am honored to have been able to help you. If you truly wish to express gratitude, please thank God. It was He who guided my words; I am merely His spokesperson.”

After seeing off the two deeply grateful individuals, he stood with his hands by his side in the courtyard of the church. Although the place was green all year round, he thought the variety of plants was a bit monotonous. It would be nice if some flowers could be added.

Just then, he overheard the private conversation of the two who had just left, probably thinking that Ling Xing had already returned inside, unaware that their conversation was being overheard by the very person they were discussing.

“Priest Ling really is a good person.”

“Yes, but it’s a pity that he still refuses to form a pact, which is worrying. He has been in his fledgling state for over seventy years now.”

“Ah, I’ve heard he’s a survivor of the Ash Event. Is that true?”

“Shh…” The person deliberately lowered their voice further. As the two walked away, Ling Xing could no longer hear their conversation.

Ling Xing’s expression stiffened for a moment upon hearing those words, but he quickly composed himself. Even if someone had been standing in front of him staring, they would have likely missed the fleeting change.

Just as he was about to turn back and return inside, he saw a flying vehicle approaching from afar, landing precisely outside the church. On recognizing the emblem on the vehicle, his smile deepened.

“You’ve gone and used a military vehicle for personal use again.” On the flying vehicle that the visitor piloted, the marshal’s insignia was conspicuously displayed. However, Ling Xing wouldn’t flatter himself by thinking that the marshal himself had come; the person able to drive the marshal’s vehicle must be the marshal’s Qizi—undoubtedly Jing Shi, the current bishop of the church.

Jing Shi, clad in a large robe, made it so that Ling Xing didn’t immediately notice the person behind him. But when Jing Shi stepped aside, the silhouette of a fledgling appeared in Ling Xing’s field of vision.

This fledgling seemed oddly peculiar, standing about ten centimeters taller than Ling Xing, which was considered quite tall among fledglings.

Yet what was more striking was his facial features, which bore no expression.

He seemed like a rather indifferent person, Ling Xing thought.

“I didn’t commandeer the military vehicle privately this time,” Jing Shi said as he walked. Though he was a bishop and Ling Xing was just a priest of a small church, they had formed a close bond and spoke quite casually. “I’m here on official military duty and thought to drop by to check on you.”

Ling Xing joked, “Even the church’s people are being conscripted for public service. The military must be really short-staffed. Or perhaps you just came by to see if I’m still alive or if my soul has scattered, right?”

“Do you even need to ask?” Jing Shi retorted with feigned annoyance. “I think you’re well aware that in history, no fledgling has lived past a hundred years, and you’re already seventy-six years in your fledgling state. Do you really plan to keep delaying?”

Ling Xing chuckled. He was just about to reply, but then paused, realizing something was amiss. “You brought someone with you this time. Could it be…”

Jing Shi couldn’t help but knock on his head this time. “Do you think I’m here to set you up with someone? Your thoughts are too scattered.”

Realizing he had misunderstood, Ling Xing felt a bit embarrassed and sneakily glanced at the fledgling, who, surprisingly, showed no reaction, lessening his embarrassment.

“So, who is this…?” he asked.

Jing Shi looked back and said, “This is the mission I’m on. The school doctor at Bikong just confirmed his identity as a Lone Star. People like him can’t stay at the school. I’ve brought him to stay with me for a couple of days until the military arranges where to send him next.”

Ling Xing was surprised. “A Lone Star? The rare kind that appears once every five hundred years?”

“Yes, after a Lone Star awakens, it can be quite dangerous. They can’t be allowed to live among other fledglings. His emotional area is different from ours, but intellectually, there are no issues. You can try talking to him.”

Jing Shi turned to the fledgling and introduced, “This is Ling Xing, the priest of this church.”

“Hello,” said the Lone Star, expressionlessly.

Ling Xing quickly responded, “Hello, Lone Star—ah no, Lone Star is just a code name. You must have your own name. What is your name?”

“Jing Yu.”

“Jing Yu,” Ling Xing said with a smile, extending his hand. “I’m pleased to meet you.”

Jing Yu shook his hand in return but didn’t show any joy like Ling Xing did.

Ling Xing sighed as he looked at Jing Yu in this state. “As a fledgling, he cannot live with his peers, and if he goes to the military, who will treat him as a fledgling?”

“There’s nothing we can do,” Jing Shi expressed helplessly. “Since ancient times, Lone Stars have always been used by the military as the most powerful combat weapons. In their eyes, Lone Stars no longer belong to the category of humans. They only cultivate them like they would a killing robot, and the loyalty of Lone Stars will make them carry out any orders unconditionally.”

Ling Xing furrowed his brows. “They no longer understand human emotions. If this is allowed to continue, won’t things get worse? Who knows how many innocent beings from other species will suffer because of this.”

He lowered his eyes, seemingly pondering a plan, and suddenly came up with an idea.

“How about this? Let me take care of him until he awakens.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Jing Shi rejected the idea immediately. “Lone Stars cannot stay near any fledgling, including you. When they awaken, they will seek out the strongest among the awakened fledglings to kill as a way to fully mature, and you have already awakened.”

“I just have to be very careful. Even if he is a Lone Star, it takes an average of ten years to fully awaken, and there is still a long time. During this time, although I cannot teach him human emotions, at least I can let him understand the rights and wrongs of human society and try to let him live as a normal fledgling. When he awakens, I swear I won’t interfere with the military’s actions.”

“This…” Jing Shi hesitated.

Ling Xing turned directly to Jing Yu. “Look, my name also contains the ‘star’ character*. We are both fledglings, our eye colors are the same, and we have both studied at Bikong. Considering we have so much in common, would you like to stay and live with me?”

*Ling Xing (凌星). The [Xing] () means star.

“If it’s an order,” Jing Yu replied without blinking.

“See, he’s willing.” Ling Xing immediately turned to Jing Shi, completely twisting the other’s response.

Jing Shi, feeling resigned, indicated he would consider it. “I’ll try to argue with the Marshal.”

“Your relationship with the marshal is so good. A few more words, and he will surely agree.” Ling Xing had an air of confidence.

“These matters need to be decided by the military.” Jing Shi teased him, “If you’re envious of our good relationship, why don’t you also form a pact instead of insisting on staying single?”

Ling Xing smiled and said nothing, pretending not to hear the bishop’s question.

“In that case, I’ll leave him here for now until the military has finished discussing and then come to decide his whereabouts.”

“No problem. I’ll take good care of him.”

“But do you have a place for him to live?” Jing Shi didn’t mean to look down on him. He had seen Ling Xing’s bedroom, which was cramped for one person, let alone another.

“My bedroom is a bit small, but I’ll figure something out.” Ling Xing asked Jing Yu, “Do you mind?”

“I don’t mind.”

“Then let’s go.” Ling Xing extended his hand to him. “I’ll take you to see your new home.”

Jing Shi watched their retreating backs, deep in thought. Lone Star—no, Jing Yu—could he really understand what a home is?

……

“We’ve arrived.” Ling Xing led Jing Yu to his own room, and upon opening the door, even he felt a bit embarrassed. “It does seem a bit narrow.”

Jing Yu, however, didn’t seem to mind at all, as if for him, a spacious palace and a cramped bedroom made no difference whatsoever.

“There’s no room for a bed here, so I’ll set up a bunk above my own bed later. I’ll sleep on the top bunk, and you can take the bottom bunk. How does that sound?”

“Okay,” Jing Yu responded in the same manner to everything he was asked.

“Where’s your luggage? Let me help you set it down.”

Jing Yu didn’t need his help. Opening his own luggage, he took out his frequently used items and arranged them neatly.

Ling Xing glanced at the time. “We should eat first, then set up the bed together after… Oh right, I still don’t know what you usually like to eat?”

Jing Yu picked out two items from his belongings, and Ling Xing looked down to see a bottle of purified water and a bag of plain energy bread.

“Oh, I didn’t mean emergency rations. I mean the food you usually like to eat.”

“I usually eat these,” Jing Yu replied as if it was obvious.

Ling Xing was surprised. “You’ve always eaten these? Every single day for the past year and a half since you woke up?”

Jing Yu didn’t see what was so surprising. “It’s just food and water.”

“No, no, no.” Ling Xing hastily waved his hands. “Even if it’s just food and water for filling the stomach and quenching thirst, there are many varieties. Hasn’t anyone ever suggested you try something different?”

Jing Yu shook his head.

Ling Xing found it quite unbelievable. No one would stick to such energy bread for sustenance if they had other choices.

“Wait here a moment.”

He ran out and bought a bottle of energy drink from a vending machine, handing it to him.

“Try this.”

Jing Yu obediently took a sip.

“How is it?” Ling Xing asked cautiously.

“It’s sweet.”

Ling Xing was amused by such a response. “Of course, besides the taste, it also replenishes energy for your body. It’s best after exercise.”

“And look, there are even more varieties of food. Even just this energy bread you’re eating has five or six different flavors.”

He rummaged through the room and actually found a pack of old stock—a pink package that seemed to be from the last time he went camping.

“This energy bread is strawberry flavored. Try it.”

Jing Yu pinched off a piece and chewed it slowly, taking his time before giving an anticipated response to Ling Xing.

“It’s delicious.”

Ling Xing genuinely smiled. “See, I didn’t lie to you, did I? If you’re willing to try, there are many more delicious things in this world. People have produced so many flavors of food to diversify our diet, both in taste and nutrition, and they’re all worth trying one by one.”

Jing Yu nodded, seemingly getting it.

“Let’s go.” Ling Xing took the bread and purified water from his hand. “I’ll take you to experience even more delicacies.”


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Qizi Ch115

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 115

After reburying Xiao Hui’s secret treasure trove, Ying Feng packed up the tools, and the man and wolf headed indoors.

The small room was still as cramped as ever. Ying Feng had lived here for so long and only added some books to the room; most of everything else was left by Ling Xing, with the decor remaining unchanged.

Xiao Hui stepped into the house and deftly switched on a device with its back legs. Ying Feng didn’t stop it. Instead, he was accustomed to such behavior, as if, over the years, they had spent every day this way.

Ling Xiao’s figure appeared in the center of the narrow room, his voice adding a touch of vitality to the quiet environment, making it seem not so desolate. “I’m about to undergo a treatment, after which I might lose all the memories of these past three months…”

Accompanied by Ling Xiao’s image, Ying Feng organized the sketch of the newly discovered plant and prepared to check the library for any relevant information to confirm its identity. If time allowed, he could still add it to the upcoming revised edition of the botanical atlas.

It was during this time that Fu Yao’s call came. Over the years, Ying Feng, a recluse, seldom kept in touch with old acquaintances. Fu Yao was one of the few who had always taken the initiative to contact him, and their relationship had been maintained this way.

“Ying Feng, are you free? Come to the history museum.”

Since his victorious return from the Huoxiu expedition, Fu Yao had been promoted from Major General to Lieutenant General, but his habit of getting straight to the point had not changed. Ying Feng couldn’t think of a reason why he was being asked to go to the museum.

“What for?”

Fu Yao’s voice was slightly deeper than usual. “The archaeological team found something. They want you to help identify it.”

Perhaps it was his unusual tone or the content of the speech that enveloped Ying Feng with an ominous premonition. He put down the materials in his hand, and just as he was half a step out the door, he unexpectedly received another call.

For someone as antisocial as Ying Feng, receiving two calls in one day was rare. The terminal displayed an unfamiliar number. He answered, and a stranger’s voice came through.

“Hello, may I speak with Mr. Ying Feng?”

“Yes, speaking. Who’s this?”

“This is the history museum…”

Ying Feng interrupted, “Are you asking me to come over? I’ve already been notified and will be there soon.”

“Eh?” The other party was also surprised. “You don’t need to come personally to pick it up. Just leave your address, and we’ll deliver the package to your door.”

A package? Ying Feng frowned. “Aren’t you with General Fu Yao?”

“You might be mistaken, sir,” the person on the other end of the communicator replied. “We are staff from the National History Museum. You have a time capsule package, gifted by a mysterious friend of yours ten years ago, and today is the day it is due to arrive in your hands. Just provide us with your address, and we will personally deliver it. The charges have been settled. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Ying Feng, who had walked up to the Flying Shark, finally realized that these were two unrelated matters, coincidentally happening at the same time.

“I understand, but I happen to be going to the museum anyway. Where are you? I’ll pick it up on the way.”

“Well, we’re on the third floor in the folk relics exhibition area. You can find us at the souvenir counter, right next to the ‘Memorial Stone’ exhibit.”

“Alright.” Ying Feng hung up the call and set the museum as his destination. It was his first visit there since he and Ling Xiao had visited ten years ago.

Fu Yao was waiting for him at the conference center on the top floor. When Ying Feng arrived, he realized that there were many people present. Besides Fu Yao and Nie Yun, whom he recognized, he had not seen anyone else.

“You’re here.” Fu Yao’s greeting drew everyone’s attention to Ying Feng, especially the sunglasses on his face, which garnered special attention.

Ying Feng nodded to those he knew. Fu Yao, familiar with his personality, only gave him a brief introduction:

“These are the museum’s leaders and cultural relics appraisal experts. They asked for you to help appraise something.”

Cultural relics appraisal experts were asking him, an amateur, for an appraisal? Ying Feng didn’t understand.

Fu Yao shifted his gaze to another person present, and that expert immediately stood up to take over the conversation.

“It’s like this, we discovered the ruins of an ancient Tianxiu gladiator arena six months ago, and since then we have been engaged in excavation and restoration work. Last month, a very special artifact was unearthed from the ruins.”

“A special artifact?” Ying Feng couldn’t help but repeat.

“Yes, judging from the degree of weathering, this artifact has a history of several thousand years. However, what’s strange is that it also has the carving craftsmanship of the near-modern era, which is a huge contradiction.”

Ying Feng was silent for a while before he finally asked, “What is it?”

The people in front of him stepped aside one by one, revealing a glass display case at the end of the conference center, inside which lay something quietly on display.

Ying Feng slowly made his way through the crowd, as if traversing through four thousand years of time, to stand before the person he yearned for day and night.

The exterior of the artifact in the display was severely corroded, and its outline could barely make out what seemed to be a dagger, its engraved patterns worn by time no longer reflecting its past appearance.

“I know the actual item might not be clear enough. This is a restoration image simulated with our most cutting-edge equipment.”

The expert turned on the projector, and a highly realistic 3D projection appeared in front of Ying Feng. To allow for a clearer view, the projection was rotating slowly.

The dagger was exactly that dagger, and the place where the handle met the blade was brought to life by the restored image of the Kui.

He and Ling Xiao came together because of the unexpected appearance of the Kui, and thus chose the Kui as the totem on their respective daggers—one with intaglio and one with relief, which could fit together tightly without seams, each one unique and irreplaceable in the world.

He placed his hand on the glass, his gaze no different from the way Xing Lou used to look over the royal emblem of the past. When the dynasty changed, Xing Lou condemned Ying Feng to lose his love forever. In the inexplicable cycle of karma…

However, those present could not see such a gaze because all the sorrow was perfectly hidden behind the sunglasses, betrayed only by a faintly trembling voice.

“You just said its estimated age is…?” he asked.

The expert replied carefully, “It dates back to the ancient Tianxiu era, about four thousand years ago.”

The Tianxiu people didn’t leave bodies behind—only daggers that never left their side, and when only a dagger existed, it often signified a person’s relic. If it was indeed as everyone suspected, its significance was already quite clear.

The room fell into a deathly silence. Including Ying Feng, no one made another sound. Everyone else turned helplessly towards Fu Yao, who shook his head, indicating there was nothing to be done.

After a long time, Ying Feng took out another dagger and silently placed it on top of the glass case. Those close by saw clearly that the pattern carved on it was the positive version of the pattern on the dagger in the restoration image; had history’s cruel erosion not occurred, they surely could have fit together seamlessly, without a gap.

The museum director thought he was lending the dagger for research and hurried to thank him. “Thank you for your support. Once we have made a copy, we will return it…”

Ying Feng interrupted him, “No need.”

He paused before adding, “Although it is not an artifact, please, let the two of them be together.”

Ignoring the puzzled looks from everyone, Ying Feng left the conference hall. Nie Yun felt his action was ominous and, unable to calm down, tugged at Fu Yao’s sleeve.

Fu Yao chased after him. “Ying Feng!”

His voice echoed in the empty museum.

Ying Feng turned around; his expression forever calm behind the sunglasses.

Fu Yao approached him, unable to find any flaws in such a composed Ying Feng.

“You…” He started to say something but then changed the question. “Theoretically, even if Ling Xiao’s dagger is an unearthed cultural relic, it legally belongs to you. Are you sure you want to donate both daggers?”

“Yes,” Ying Feng replied calmly. “Ancient artifacts require professional care, which is beyond my ability.”

Fu Yao didn’t believe him. “Is that really what you think?”

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving first.”

Fu Yao watched him turn to leave, unable to help calling out. “Ying Feng, I want to remind you that you are now in a fledgling state. You cannot be reborn.”

Ying Feng actually stopped, then asked him, “Do you think I will form a pact with someone again?”

Fu Yao was left speechless by the question. Ying Feng continued, “Since that’s the case, whether this day comes sooner or later, what difference does it make?”

His straightforward answer confirmed that Fu Yao’s worries were not unfounded.

He thought that after nine years, with Ying Feng spending his days gardening and raising dogs, acting as if nothing had happened, everyone had let their guard down around him. But he didn’t expect that as soon as Ying Feng learned there was no hope for Ling Xiao’s survival, he immediately decided to end his life, which was infuriatingly frustrating.

“I’m telling you, in your case, even the Nightmare Hall won’t take you in!”

“But the Nightmare Hall isn’t the only way, is it?”

Ying Feng pressed the elevator button, leaving Fu Yao outside. He directly pressed for the ground floor and called the priest.

“I have sorted the manuscript of the Botanical Encyclopedia. It’s on the table in my room. Please take care of the publishing.”

Ying Feng often went out, so the priest didn’t suspect anything unusual. “Okay, have you decided to go on a trip again?”

The elevator reached the first floor, and Ying Feng walked out. “Yes, please take care of Xiao Hui for me.”

“Don’t be so polite. I will take good care of it and won’t let it run around.”

Ying Feng hung up the phone and walked to his car, considering if there was anything he had not yet taken care of. He needed to send a confirmation letter to the estate recycling center, but before that, he had to make a trip to Wolf Star to hold a new election for the Wolf King.

That strange number called at just the right time.

“Sir, have you arrived at the museum yet? We are about to close soon, so I wanted to confirm with you.”

Ying Feng then remembered he had forgotten about this.

“No need,” he replied. “I don’t need the package anymore.”

“How could that be?” the person on the other end hurriedly said, “It might be from someone close to you.”

After a moment of silence on the communicator, “I no longer have anyone close.”

Seeing that the person on the other line was about to hang up, the museum staff hurriedly called out, “How can you know it’s not important if you don’t take a look? This package has been waiting for you for ten years. If you give up on it like this, isn’t it a disservice to the intentions of the person who sent it?”

Ying Feng closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Alright then, which floor did you say you were on?”

The souvenir counter staff saw someone approaching from a distance, and the first thing they noticed was the sunglasses on his face, which made them take a few extra glances.

Due to their unique eye structure, they could see clearly in both strong light and darkness without suffering from any eye diseases. Some researchers wear flat glasses to record data, but sunglasses used to block light were rare, hence they drew particular attention.

However, because the eyes were covered, the staff couldn’t determine his identity and could only guess from the height that this was probably a Qizhu.

“I am here to pick up a package.”

As soon as he spoke, the staff recognized him. “Mr. Ying Feng, is it? Your package is here. Could you please sign for me?”

Ying Feng signed the tablet and then took the package from the staff. It was strange that someone would send him something, and that it was sent ten years ago.

“What’s inside?” he asked casually.

“It’s a remembrance stone,” the staff said with a smile. “This is a special service of our museum, originating from ancient artifacts that have been unearthed continuously for thousands of years. People used the same handwriting to carve words of longing on stones, a tradition that has never been broken for four thousand years. Although historians have not yet deduced how this has been done, people have become accustomed to using this method to express their longing for their partners.”

Ying Feng opened the package while the employee was explaining, and inside was a palm-sized stone engraved with characters he couldn’t understand.

“What does this say?” he asked.

“Oh, sami suka,” the employee replied. “In the ancient Tianxiu language, it means ‘I miss you.'”

“How do I know who sent this?” Ying Feng inquired.

“There’s a card under the stone.”

Following the instructions, Ying Feng picked up the stone, and indeed, there was a small card pressed underneath. The person who sent the gift might have been in a hurry or maybe had nothing to say because the message area was completely blank, with only a sloppy signature.

When he saw the name on the card, Ying Feng looked up anxiously. “You said there are many such stones? From four thousand years ago?”

“Uh, those are unearthed cultural relics. Your piece is from a visitor…”

“Where are those stones?!” he interrupted.

The employee, though puzzled by his excitement, still gestured with his right hand toward the side, “Right over there in the display case…”

Before he could finish, the strange visitor had already rushed to the display case, pressing his temple, and the sunglasses on his face disappeared with a click.

The employee opened his mouth in surprise; this fully developed adult had a pair of smoky gray eyes that only fledglings possessed.

He immediately thought of someone—the only pair in the entire Tianxiu—who had dissolved their blood pact, the “adult juvenile”, who shocked the nation when the news came out. Could it be him?

Ying Feng carefully examined each of the thousand-year-old stones up to the most recently discovered one, comparing every one with the remembrance stone in his hand, fearing he would miss any detail.

The same handwriting, the time that leaped constantly, repeatedly told the same phrase:

Oh, sami suka. I miss you.

He would drift forever in the crevices of time until his soul dispersed in the river of time.

Ying Feng’s hand, holding the remembrance stone, trembled slightly. The label on the stone in front of him estimated it to be 30–40 years old.

“He’s still alive.”

Ying Feng shook his head in disbelief, his face a mixture of sorrow and joy.

“Ling Xiao is still alive.”


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Sendoff Ch162

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 162: Sendoff

After breaking free from the flesh idols, Shi Jingzhi’s constitution improved to the point of causing envy. Not only did he stop coughing blood, he could also run ten miles without panting. Sect Master Shi was overly pleased and started behaving recklessly, like jumping into streams and enjoying the chilly night air. Yin Ci couldn’t control him, and it seemed that fate intervened before anything dire could happen. Upon returning to the Northland, Shi Jingzhi sneezed more than a dozen times, nearly falling off the wooden carriage.

Both of them had medical knowledge and knew that Shi Jingzhi’s condition was minor. A bit of warm soup and rest would set him right.

Yin Ci understood but was unable to bear seeing Shi Jingzhi constantly sneezing. Without hesitation, he handed over his fox fur coat to Shi Jingzhi, who gratefully wrapped himself in it and used a handkerchief for his nose.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the end of it. Yin Ci kept glancing at Shi Jingzhi with a teasing look in his eyes. Soft yet mocking. Shi Jingzhi, feeling slightly embarrassed, buried his face deeper into the fox fur.

What happened? All Shi Jingzhi wanted was to catch some fatty fish in the Northland waters. Who could have predicted that even in the warm autumn, the Northland stream would be cold enough to give him a chill?

…But on the bright side, he managed to catch a basket full of fish. Since he had already caught a cold, it was a good reason to have some pepper fish soup.

It had been more than half a year since the war with Luojiu, and the Northland had already returned to calm. The disciples of the Mishan Sect lived scatteredly in remote areas. Despite the martial world being in chaos and the imperial court almost changing hands, they lived peacefully.

However, this trip wasn’t to visit the Mishan Sect.

The massive dogs pulling their cart were panting heavily as they arrived at their destination. A thick layer of snow covered the ground, hiding the ruins beneath. At first glance, it seemed no different from any other place.

In front of the ruins, five people were already standing.

Yin Ci stopped the wooden cart gracefully and patted the panting dogs. Shi Jingzhi, still wrapped in thick fur, put down a few fish.

“What’s the matter with Sect Master Shi…?” Jin Lan began but stopped mid-sentence.

Yin Ci: “He caught a cold, but it’s nothing serious.”

Jin Lan didn’t press further, knowing better than to engage in idle chatter with the two formidable men.

The impact of the Qu Duanyun incident was profound, putting tremendous pressure on Taiheng. Later, Qu Duanyun was abandoned by the Qu Clan and even had one of his legs disabled by the martial arts community. However, he refused to accept his fate and caused more chaos, which in turn relieved some of the pressure off Taiheng.

In the case of the “Twin Roots”, they had testimonies, but who would have expected that Qu Duanyun was so eloquent and persuasive? He firmly claimed that no one had witnessed the event firsthand and that there was no concrete physical evidence; only a few vague statements “heard days later”. As a result, he surprisingly managed to avoid a death sentence.

Jin Lan personally witnessed Taiheng being torn in half by this person. Later, with much effort and under Shi Zhongyu’s guidance, he managed to correct those “twisted thoughts”. He himself also became a candidate for elder, which could be seen as a blessing in disguise…

…What utter bullshit!

The Hanging Tree on the side of Luojiu needed handling, and as one of “Shi Zhongyu’s close confidants”, he naturally had to follow along. This trip would conservatively take about five to six years. Given this heavy responsibility, Jin Lan felt pride in his heart, but his stomach couldn’t bear to leave Great Yun. The conflict made his head dizzy.

“Elder Sister, is Sect Master Shi also going to Luojiu?” Jin Lan asked pitifully.

“No, just like me, they are only here to pay respects to the deceased.”

Shi Zhongyu had already become the sect leader of Taiheng. She wore plain-colored clothes and even changed her hairpin to the simplest style. She took several well-preserved peach blossoms and offered them in front of the remains of the small house.

Yin Ci seemed to anticipate that Shi Zhongyu would offer this. He took two jars of mild sweet rice wine and six packets of high-quality tea leaves and placed them at the entrance of the ruins.

The remaining three stood a little further away, silently waiting.

“May I ask Minister Shen, what is this…?”

“This is the combined grave of Chen Qianfan and Wei Chun, I suppose. Initially, Sect Master Shi forcefully lifted the ban of the Immortal Assembly with their help.” A cold wind brushed past, giving Shen Zhu a faint blush. She wasn’t one to be easily moved by emotions but witnessing such a scene still stirred feelings of melancholy within her.

“No.” Yan Zheng, after a brief struggle, began again. “I’ve heard of the deeds of the two elders. What I want to ask about is, um, this goose…”

Isn’t this Su Si’s goose?

As the former Patriarch of the Ling Sect, Yan Zheng had long desired to withdraw from the martial world. Unfortunately, remnants of the Ling Sect still sought its revival. Just as the Yueshui Pavilion was seeking someone to deal with the Luojiu Hanging Tree, Yan Zheng eagerly stepped forward.

Yan Zheng hoped to meet his brother Yan Qing, but instead, he encountered another “old acquaintance”—

Lord Bai was bound tightly and held by Shen Zhu. Having been overfed in the past six months, it was fat to the point of bursting, and its flesh threatened to spill from between the ropes. Perhaps sensing the kinship between Yan Zheng and Yan Qing, the goose let out a mournful cry as if seeking help.

“Ah? Oh, I borrowed it from Patriarch Su. He’s always looking for an opportunity to sneak out with the Alliance Leader. He clearly doesn’t plan on being buried. This goose is being wasted, almost literally dying of obesity. Why not use it against the Hanging Tree?”

Shen Zhu stared into the distance solemnly while speaking rapidly.

Yan Zheng: “…” Miss Shen, people tend to talk a lot faster when they’re feeling guilty.

Yu Zikuan patted Yan Zheng and shook his head. This was Shen Zhu’s arrangement. Although two prominent figures from the Kushan Sect had arrived, the Patriarch of the Demonic Sect and the Martial Alliance Leader weren’t invited. Wasn’t the reason obvious?

But the goose had grown so fat, it was almost unrecognizable from before. If they hadn’t seen this goose demon with long tentacles, they might have mistaken it for tonight’s dish. It was said that people from Luojiu enjoy eating fatty goose liver cooked over a fire—a unique delicacy.

Yan Zheng and Yu Zikuan exchanged glances, their eyes conveying deep meaning. Sensing their gaze, Lord Bai’s cries grew even more pitiful.

It had miscalculated! Grown complacent! Su Si, being selfish and impulsive, never bothered with “greater causes”, especially those concerning other countries. With Su Si, the Patriarch of the demonic sects around, it was pampered to no end, so the goose thought it would live out its days in luxury. Who would’ve expected it to be stolen for the second time by such cunning foes!

Shen Zhu was one to achieve her goals by any means necessary. Even more so than Su Si. While it hadn’t predicted the ominous signs and owed Shen Zhu a life-saving favor, its days of idleness and ease were clearly over.

Recalling the warm pond and tender fish, Lord Bai pea eyes grew moist amidst its lament.

Perhaps irritated by the goose’s noise, once the few finished paying their respects to the two elders of Mishan, Shi Jingzhi moved further away.

He stopped in an empty snowy area, back turned to the ruins. With clear skies and radiant sun, the reflection on the snow was blinding. Shi Jingzhi wore two thick fox furs and with pure white against his rounded figure, it made the scene look somewhat comical.

After pouring the last of the sweet rice wine, Yin Ci approached. “Feeling sad?”

“There’s one more person I haven’t paid respect to.”

Shi Jingzhi half-crouched, placing one hand on the snow.

“The ‘Arcane Arts’… The Queen of Milan, finally dispersed here.”

Yin Ci hesitated, unsure of what to say. Shi Jingzhi only looked at the snow, so Yin Ci couldn’t see his expression.

“Had I not met you, this might have been my best ending—discovering a secret, passionately passing it down, letting future generations harbor grudges and seek revenge on my behalf. Now that the Hanging Tree is destroyed and the Immortal Assembly is in decline, the lineage of the Imperial Preceptor has no chance of revival. She would surely want to know.”

Shi Jingzhi scooped up some snow, which quickly melted from his warmth. A piercing cold wind blew across the snow, stirring up icy particles.

Yin Ci remained silent for a moment before retrieving a jar of strong wine from the cart. Using a strand of vital qi, he broke the seal and handed the jar to Shi Jingzhi.

“Go talk to her.”

Shi Jingzhi struggled to turn his head, smiling weakly at Yin Ci. He then poured the wine onto the snow. When the golden flames met the alcohol, a bright blaze erupted, illuminating the pristine snow without producing any smoke.

Amidst the short burst of golden flames, Shi Jingzhi slowly stood up, ultimately saying nothing.

He gave a salute towards the empty space and then revealed the most brilliant smile. Yin Ci’s heart skipped a beat seeing that smile, and before Shi Jingzhi could turn around, Yin Ci slightly pulled him closer and bit his lip.

Shi Jingzhi slightly opened his eyes. Illuminated by the northern sunlight, they looked as clear as amber. Just as he was about to deepen the kiss, suddenly—

“Achoo!”

Shi Jingzhi stepped back, turning his head to deliver a massive sneeze. He stepped back so hastily that he almost fell on his butt. Fortunately, Yin Ci was quick and grabbed the front of Shi Jingzhi’s clothes. From a distance, it looked like he was grabbing a big furball.

Demonic Lord Yin, with his hard-hearted nature, burst into laughter. Several people nearby saw this scene and couldn’t help but smile.

The rich aroma of wine spread out, and the last bit of sunlight extinguished under the sun’s rays. Perhaps it was just their imagination, but the chill in the air seemed to have diminished a bit. The cold wind gradually softened, brushing past the people.

It felt as if someone quietly left, gently flicking their robe.

At night, Shen Zhu led five people back to the main army.

Although it was referred to as the main army, there were only about twenty people. In addition to the representatives from various sects, even the imperial court sent a few masters. The Child of Desire, despite his thick skin, didn’t have the nerve to make small talk in public. Shi Jingzhi reluctantly contributed all the fish, and had Yin Ci personally cook a pot of creamy white pepper fish soup.

After the big unrest, these people came from all over the country, each having suffered in their own way. Now, as they prepared to leave the nation, they became sentimental, chatting nonstop. But once the fish soup was served, its spicy and aromatic scent dispelled the cold. Paired with a pot of good rice, people almost swallowed their tongues in delight, no longer in the mood to talk.

Of course, no one noticed Shi Jingzhi quickly finishing his fish soup and rice, secretly pulling Yin Ci into the darkness.

The next day, the group officially set off. The master and disciple of the Kushan Sect stayed behind with Shi Zhongyu, watching the group fade into the distance. Shi Zhongyu’s eyes turned red, and just as she was about to speak—

“Achoo!” Both the master and disciple sneezed at the same time.

Shi Zhongyu: “……”

Forget it. Her tears and sentiment were choked back in.

Miss Shi looked at the two for a moment, then laughed and shook her head. “It’s cold in the north. You two better return to the Central Plains soon. I’ve brought some arrow horses. How many shuttles do you need?”

“Just one, one is enough… Achoo!”


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Escape From the Asylum Ch79

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 79

The weather was fine, with clear blue skies stretching for miles.

The medium-sized minivan wound around the mountainous road in loop after loop. Throughout the journey, Zhou Qian leaned on Bai Zhou’s shoulder, appearing to nap, but his eyes were constantly observing the outside.

Ke Yun’s villa was situated at the mountain’s peak. Along the route, there was a desolate view, with no signs of surveillance cameras. This kind of place was perfect for nefarious deeds, where a body thrown into the water might not be discovered immediately.

Inside the virtual game hall, gamblers were discussing—

“Is Zhou Qian really asleep?”

“I don’t think so. He’s probably studying the terrain.”

“But those four guys from the ‘Invincible Legion’, after seeing Zhou Qian sleeping, also went to sleep.”

“Have you guys ever met people in school who claimed to always be playing around, even when they were obviously studying? Then, when others naively followed their lead and played instead of studying, they got poor grades, while the one who claimed to be playing topped the class?”

“Oh? So Zhou Qian’s planning to secretly prepare and then impress everyone?”

“Well, maybe not everyone, but for those four idiots who once threatened him, Zhou Qian might want to have a bit of fun. He loves playing with villains.”

“Yeah, I remember how he toyed with Zhu Qiang. If I were Zhu Qiang, I’d be infuriated.”

“So, based on Qian Ge’s previous implication, does he intend to recruit those four as his underlings?”

“But who knows what those four are really thinking? Wallflowers are the least trustworthy!”

“Right, Qian Ge will have to test them.”

“I’d advise them not to try any tricks. Otherwise, I’m looking forward to watching them seal their own fate.”

……

Starting from Ke Zheng’s house, the van drove for a full three hours before it brought the six players to their destination.

The villa was indeed built on top of a mountain, three stories high. It wasn’t luxurious in style but rather resembled the popular bed and breakfast of the time. The middle part of the first floor was suspended in the air, with the entire building supported by columns at its four corners, somewhat reminiscent of stilt houses.

Living here, one could enjoy the view of green mountains and clear waters at any time, making it a perfect vacation spot. According to the driver, Ke Yun built this house to relax on weekends and during vacations.

After the car stopped, the driver let the “children” choose their rooms freely. He helped everyone bring in their toys and clothes and mentioned that the cook would arrive shortly.

Zhou Qian was the first to get off the van, and he went into the house with Bai Zhou to explore the elegantly furnished residence.

There had been a murder at Ke Zheng’s home, and Ke Yun was very suspicious of Wang Mei. With the police frequently visiting Ke Zheng’s home for investigations, Ke Yun decided to bring the children to her own residence for some peace.

She didn’t dare to let Wang Mei, Ke Di, or anyone else visit. Only the children’s mother, Ruan Mei, was allowed to come and take care of them.

But what Ke Yun never expected was that Ruan Mei was the murderer. Nor did she expect that this vacation home she had purchased would become a prime murder scene.

By the time Zhou Qian had finished touring the entire building, the cook had arrived.

Catching a glimpse of the cook heading to the kitchen, Zhou Qian quickly followed her downstairs.

Bai Zhou joined Zhou Qian in the kitchen, while the remaining four members of the “Invincible Legion” cunningly stood by the door, listening to their conversation.

When they first arrived in this “instance” the day before, Ruan Mei was cooking, Ke Zheng and others hadn’t returned home yet, and the players had 20 minutes to explore.

At that time, Zhou Qian and the others looked everywhere but didn’t find any particularly significant clues. Zhou Qian’s only discovery was a photo album he had seen in Ruan Mei’s room.

The album contained photos of ten players, from their infant years to childhood.

Zhou Qian flipped through it from back to front, and when he saw Bai Zhou’s photos, he stared a bit longer, remarking on how Bai Zhou looked as a child.

The order of the photos in the album was strictly from “ten” to “one”.

However, pages before the section labeled “Ke Yi” were mysteriously empty.

Zhou Qian then wondered if the role Bai Zhou was playing as “Ke Yi” wasn’t actually the eldest. Perhaps there was an older brother or sister ahead of him.

The previous night, Zhou Qian had tried to inquire about this. While waiting in line for Ruan Mei to help everyone get washed up, Zhou Qian asked her.

Ruan Mei hesitated and said nothing, merely patting his head, which only fueled Zhou Qian’s suspicions further.

According to the driver, Ke Yun had invited her household cook.

This cook had been with Ke Yun for over a decade, so Zhou Qian thought she might know something. Hence, upon her arrival, Zhou Qian specifically approached her for information.

As Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou entered the kitchen, the cook smiled and asked, “Is there anything special you’d like to eat? If you don’t tell me, I’ll just whip up something on my own!”

Zhou Qian replied naturally, “I don’t eat onions, ginger, garlic, parsley, fennel, star anise, and the like. Please go light on salt and oil and make it bland overall. For fish, I prefer it boneless, and for shrimp, please peel them for me. Also—”

The cook looked taken aback. Then, from behind Zhou Qian, a player with the name “Ke Er” above his head said, “Maybe… just a touch of garlic could be okay?”

Ke San added, “Yeah, I saw scallops. How can you eat seafood without garlic?”

Zhou Qian turned around, looking surprised, and asked them, “Do you want to eat garlic, or do you want to stay alive?”

Ke Er and Ke San immediately responded, “Whatever pleases you, Qian Ge! Light and bland is good!”

After a moment, the cook said with a smile, “Alright, I got it. I’ll make sure you young masters are satisfied!”

Zhou Qian gave her a particularly sweet smile. “Thank you for your hard work!”

“It’s no trouble at all,” the cook replied. “It’s what I should do!”

Zhou Qian took a few steps forward and asked her, “Auntie, do you know what happened in our family before?”

“Previous events? You mean…” The cook looked a bit confused.

“I just can’t quite remember. Do I have an older sister or brother?” Zhou Qian asked.

“Ah? Oh, yes, you do. You have an older sister,” the cook replied, letting out a sigh. “When I was previously working at the young madam’s house… your parents brought you all over for a visit, and I saw her once. It’s such a pity.”

“What happened to my sister?” Zhou Qian inquired. “Auntie told me my sister became a star in the sky, but what does that mean? I count stars every night, and I can’t find her.”

With his emotive words, Zhou Qian was naturally persuasive.

As he asked this, his eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes shone brightly. The cook, clearly moved, with tears in her eyes, began, “Stars, stars mean…”

“Dad told us that children shouldn’t lie. So, adults shouldn’t lie either,” Zhou Qian continued. “What really happened to my sister?”

The cook sighed deeply and said, “Your sister, Ke Ling’er… She had a sudden epileptic seizure when she was young. They couldn’t save her in time, and she died. Your mother was devastated. I heard she fainted right there in the hospital. Afterward, the young madam came to your home and helped take care of all of you for quite a while. You were so young then, I thought you might not remember.”

“I see…” Zhou Qian, feigning innocence, looked at the cook for a while before asking, “Auntie, one more question. After already having so many children, why did my parents adopt others?”

“Oh, I heard the young madam talk about it,” the cook began. “Your mother is truly kind-hearted. Once, the Ke Corporation went to an orphanage for charity work. Your mother accompanied them and felt pity for two children, so she brought them home. It’s fate! Even without blood ties, they can still be family.”

“Did my dad fully support my mom’s decision to adopt children?” Zhou Qian asked.

“Your dad might have a bad temper and act like a young master, not liking house chores, but he truly loves your mother and is kind-hearted. When your mother brought it up, he agreed without objection. At least, that’s what the young madam told me,” the cook recalled with emotion. “That’s why the young madam always praises your mother in front of me. She often says that even though your mother might not have had the best upbringing or experiences, she’s a good person at heart.”

……

Ten minutes later, the cook continued preparing food in the kitchen, while the driver left again in the van, presumably to pick up Ruan Mei. Meanwhile, Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou entered a bedroom on the third floor and stepped out onto its balcony, gazing at the scenery outside.

From their vantage point in the three-story villa, the main living spaces were spread across the second and third floors. Both floors had the same design, with a corridor splitting the living spaces into two sections: the west side facing the mountain and the east side facing the water.

Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou were on the water-facing side. At that moment, looking up, they could see distant mountains reflected in the shimmering lake, bathed in sunlight. Such a serene view seemed entirely out of place with the impending slaughter.

“Our eldest sister is named Ke Ling’er. Her name ‘Ling’ actually corresponds to the number ‘0’*. This is a small trap set by the game designers, trying to mislead players into not realizing that there is a number before ‘1’, hinting that there was another child in this family,” Zhou Qian started. “Moreover, the cook just mentioned that Ke Ling’er had an epileptic seizure. Therefore—”

*Clarity: Her name is Ke Ling’er (柯玲儿). The [ling] () in her name is a homonym of zero [ling] ().

He looked at Bai Zhou and continued, “In relation to the exhibition hall, she should be Ke Xue, the girl in Exhibit 2 who was foaming at the mouth.”

“Yes, Ke Xue had foam in her mouth, consistent with the symptoms of a childhood epileptic seizure,” Bai Zhou said. “Perhaps in reality, Ke Xue, who corresponds to Ke Ling’er in our game, wasn’t killed by Ruan Mei. If it were poisoning, it would easily be detected, and it doesn’t match the ‘accidental death’ pattern seen with the other victims.”

“So Ke Xue died from epilepsy, a natural death unrelated to the murders. In our game, she’s represented as Ke Ling’er. After her, Ruan Mei began her killing spree. Meaning…

“This ‘0’, besides hinting that there’s another child before ‘1’, likely has another meaning: after ‘0’ died from illness, Ruan Mei began her slaughter, targeting us players starting from ‘1’.”

“Corresponding to reality, after Ke Xue’s death, which seemed like opening Pandora’s box, Ruan Mei began to gradually kill all the remaining children. But why?”

In a flash, Zhou Qian grasped Ruan Mei’s motive for the murders. However, he narrowed his eyes and didn’t delve further into that topic.

Pointing to the distant lake, Zhou Qian shifted the topic. “Next, we should try to predict the possible ways players could die. The suffocation death in Exhibit 1 already occurred yesterday. But this method might repeat, given that there are pillows in the house.”

“Besides that, there are now multiple ways to die, such as drowning. If I remember correctly, drowning is in Exhibit 5, right?”

Bai Zhou nodded. “Yes. From Exhibits 1 to 7, the causes of death are: 1. Suffocation; 2. Epileptic seizure; 3. Blunt trauma to the back of the head; 4. A hole in the forehead, possibly caused by a sharp cylindrical object; 5. Swelling suggestive of drowning; as for the last two—”

As Bai Zhou spoke, Zhou Qian recalled the conditions of the child corpses in the last two exhibits.

They were a boy and a girl.

The girl had wet hair and numerous swollen lumps on her forehead. The most peculiar thing was the scratch marks all over her face, arms, and thighs, which seemed self-inflicted.

However, the exact cause of her death remained uncertain. As for the boy, his hair was slightly wet, his face was flushed, and he was sweating profusely. Fresh blood oozed from his nostrils, still warm to the touch.

Regarding the causes of death for these two children, Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou were still somewhat unclear.

The exhibition didn’t provide further details, and players could only infer from what was presented. After all, they weren’t forensic experts, and even if they were, they couldn’t conduct autopsies under those circumstances to find deeper clues.

“It’s actually quite challenging to throw a child directly into the lake from this villa. After all, the lake is quite a distance away,” Zhou Qian remarked.

“Therefore, as long as we decline when Ruan Mei suggests taking us to play by the water, we should be able to avoid the risk of ‘drowning’. Instead of water, we should be more wary of the causes of death in Exhibits 3 and 4, namely protecting our foreheads and the backs of our heads, especially avoiding ‘falls from high places’.”

“However, the villa is situated on a mountaintop, unlike a pillow that can be hidden. This geographical condition is ever-present and cannot be avoided by the players. We’ll have to come up with strategies as situations arise. As for the last two methods of death… I haven’t figured them out yet.”

“We’ll see when the time comes. But for now, it seems safer to stay in rooms facing the water at night.”

This so-called idyllic vacation spot by the mountain and water was practically a slaughtering fest for Ruan Mei. The seven corpses in the exhibition hall correspond to seven causes of death.

Even if they excluded the epileptic seizure from Exhibit 2, there were still a whopping six potential causes of death that players are about to face.

What everyone needed to do was avoid these six deadly risks entirely, especially when they couldn’t use any skills or props.

……

On the other side, the two players labeled “Ke Er” and “Ke San” met in a room on the mountain-facing side.

Ke San said to Ke Er, “Brother, we were lucky to have listened to you last night. Ruan Mei came straight to our room after leaving Ma Luoluo’s. If you hadn’t told me to hide the pillow, we’d be dead!”

Unlike his previous subservient demeanor towards Zhou Qian, Ke Er now looked extremely cold.

Ke Er didn’t respond, prompting Ke San to ask, “So, what should we do today?”

Ke Er advised, “When choosing rooms, let’s stay on the water-facing side. The balconies there overlook trees, and the water is far away, making it relatively safe.”

“This side, however, if you look out from the balcony, has large rocks below. Falling would mean certain death.”

“Moreover, we saw several swings in the backyard earlier, right? I suspect Ruan Mei could use those for her schemes. If she suggests playing on the swings, we must decline.”

“Brother, you’re brilliant!” Ke San exclaimed, rubbing his hands. “I’ve always said that big brother is poor at judging character. This is the best proof. With Ma Luoluo dead, you can take his place.”

“The boss always looks down on me.” Ke Er narrowed his eyes. “I should show him what I’m capable of this time. I actually have an idea—”

Ke San curiously inquired, “What idea?”

Ke Er laid out his plan. “If we can kill Zhou Qian, we’ll do it and then present his death as a token of loyalty to the boss. If we can’t kill Zhou Qian… then, after we exit, in the next hall, we can use Zhou Qian to kill the boss. Once Zhou Qian takes out the boss, we can then kill Zhou Qian.”

“That’s brilliant!” Ke San exclaimed, clapping his hands. “This way, not only can you become the leader of our legion, but you’ll also gain fame and earn the rewards from the Peach Blossom Legion!”

Gazing out of the window, Ke Er added with an inscrutable expression, “With Ma Luoluo’s actions, it’s actually quite favorable for us. Zhou Qian and that Rank God player 137, must think our legion is filled with idiots. Their underestimation of me is the key to my victory!”

……

3 p.m., downtown. The backyard of the Ke family villa.

Ruan Mei was in a very bad state. Her eyes were red and swollen, looking as though she might faint at any moment. As Ke Yun was trying to usher her out, she tried to persuade, “I’ve already asked the cook to go over. If you’re still worried, I can hire another nanny. Given your condition, it’s best if you don’t go.”

At that moment, Ruan Mei staggered, and rushing to support her wasn’t Ke Yun but Ke Zheng, who was holding a thermos. Holding Ruan Mei’s arm with one hand and the thermos with the other, Ke Zheng frowned and said, “Yes, listen to elder sister. What’s the rush? You haven’t even drunk the soup I made!”

Ruan Mei, clutching her husband’s hand and looking at him with love-filled eyes, inquired, “Did mom and dad safely reach home?”

“They have. Don’t worry,” Ke Zheng replied.

Ruan Mei smiled weakly. “It’s such an inconvenience for them and Uncle to come all the way just for me…”

“What’s there to it? We’re family, and it’s only right for us to support each other. You don’t need to say all this; everyone knows you’re feeling distressed.” Ke Zheng advised, “Really, you should rest.”

Ruan Mei shook her head and said with red eyes, “I can’t. Such a major incident has occurred at home, and it’s good for the children to have a change of environment and stay there. I truly can’t be at ease…”

After much persuasion from Ke Yun and Ke Zheng, Ruan Mei finally managed to convince them to let her go and take care of the children herself. Despite that, Ke Yun still had her own driver personally take her.

As her husband Ke Zheng personally opened the car door for her and helped her in, then closed it, Ruan Mei waved to him and Ke Yun, and said “Thank you” to the driver. She then lowered her head, burying her face in her hands.

As the driver started the car, he glanced back at her, thinking she was crying.

Everyone actually thought Ruan Mei was crying.

But only she knew that she was smiling.

How wonderful.

Now, everyone’s attention… is all on me.

They all care about me.

Ruan Mei thought with a smile—What could be more satisfying and joyful than this?

In just about half a day, her in-laws, neighbors, her husband’s business partners, and the ladies from other wealthy families, all of whom usually looked down on her, came to visit her.

They spoke words of comfort to her that they had never uttered before, gave her many gifts, and showered her with care and consolation. Her heart felt profoundly fulfilled.

In her everyday life, Ruan Mei felt like an “invisible person.”

She tried her best to fulfill the role of a “wife”, vowing to be a good mother and a loving spouse.

In other affluent families, the ladies would indulge in flower arranging or appreciate famous paintings and writings. She wanted to learn these arts too, but she often couldn’t grasp them and was frequently mocked for it.

Later, she decided to focus on household matters and have many children, hoping to gain her husband’s affection and her in-laws’ respect. But for some reason, it seemed everyone looked down on her even more.

Her children took her sacrifices for granted, treating her as though she were merely their nanny. Every time Ke Yun saw her, she would say, “A woman shouldn’t just be stuck between her husband and children; you should have a life of your own.”

Why? Why was everything she did wrong?

She was genuinely trying!

Ruan Mei had once dreamt of becoming an actress as a child, wanting to stand in the spotlight and captivate everyone’s attention. But she didn’t become an actress and instead felt overlooked by everyone.

She couldn’t understand—

She carefully took care of her husband, children, and paid attention to every relative’s needs. She put in so much effort; why couldn’t anyone see it?

Then, half a year ago, Ruan Mei’s daughter Ke Ling’er died of juvenile epilepsy. After that tragic event, Ruan Mei unexpectedly received an outpour of care and affection from everyone.

Everyone perceived Ruan Mei as someone who put her children above all else. They believed that losing a child would be overwhelmingly painful for her, and she might succumb to depression or even consider suicide.

So, after Ke Ling’er’s death, they visited her, gave her gifts, and expressed concern and comfort. Her husband, Ke Zheng, also began to show unprecedented care and concern for her.

In the month following Ke Ling’er’s demise, Ke Zheng would make breakfast for her, brew her soup, and frequently console her, fearing she might fall into deep sorrow due to the loss.

However, people’s attention was fleeting.

It had been six months since Ke Ling’er passed away, and the care and concern that everyone showed began to wane. Ke Yun started being patronizing again, behaving as though she was above her.

Her husband, Ke Zheng, reverted to being cold and distant, showing more warmth towards his subordinates than to her.

And then there was Wang Mei, who continued to act haughtily and bully her.

No, this shouldn’t be happening.

They should treat me as they did before…

Should the “accidental death of Ke Ling’er” happen again?

I’ll be… very careful this time.

About half an hour into the drive, Ruan Mei lifted her face, her smile now gone. She looked at the driver and said, “There’s a supermarket ahead, right? Please wait, my sons like to play with mushroom tacks. I want to buy some of these toys.”

“Madam, you’re so thoughtful for your children,” the driver remarked.

“It’s my duty,” she responded, momentarily looking distant. “By the way, after dropping me off tonight, would you like to have dinner at the house in the mountains?”

“Thank you for the offer, Madam,” the driver replied.

Ruan Mei inquired, “After dinner, will you be driving back to the city?”

“Yes, I need to go home. I have family to look after. If you need the car tomorrow, I can pick you up early in the morning,” he responded.

Ruan Mei, with a deep gaze, said, “I fear I might need the car tonight. Can you arrange for a friend to bring another car? Both of you can have dinner at the house. After eating, you both can leave together in this car, leaving the other one behind.”

“I just want to have a car on standby there. My son had a medical episode last night… I’m terrified it might be too late next time.”

By the end of her sentence, tears flowed down Ruan Mei’s face. The driver quickly responded, “Don’t cry, Madam! I’ll take care of it. You go buy the toys, and I’ll make a call. I’ll definitely arrange a backup car for you!”

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Some comments from the gamblers that I didn’t include in the main text.

“Have you guys noticed another issue?”

“What issue? Hmm?”

“What’s the deal with Bai Zhou? The relationship between him and Qian Ge seems a bit strange.”

“Oh, you mean… No way, no way. Didn’t Ke Yuxiao and the others joke about Qian Ge having a puppy love? Could it be true?!”

“Damn, is there really a gay scenario happening right beside me?”

“You’re missing the point. Regardless of whether his love interest is male or female… this is not acceptable! My idol Qian Ge should be focused on his career. How can he be dating?!”

“Exactly! If Qian Ge starts dating, I’m going to stop being a fan. This would definitely affect his leveling up speed!”

“You guys are so dramatic. You’ve invested so much into him; can you even pull away?”

“Do you think Qian Ge might be deceived by him? I’m kind of worried.”

“That’s impossible. I will always have faith in Qian Ge. He can only deceive and play with others; it can’t be the other way around!”

“No matter who he deceives, the bottom line is, he cannot be in a relationship!”


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Full Server First Kill Ch98

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 98: Wound and Fissure

A faint glow reflected the horses’ hooves that tread upon the dew-covered grass leaves.

The knights battalion advanced towards the location where the meteor fell at a pace that was neither fast nor slow. The difference between the temporary knights and the regular knights gradually became apparent—

At first, the excited temporary knights whispered amongst themselves, discussing the miracle they had witnessed not long ago. After continuing on for three hours, no one was in the mood to talk anymore. As the horses moved up and down, they began to feel a dull pain in their loins and butts, and their legs grew increasingly stiff and sore from maintaining the same position for so long.

As a Lich, Nol naturally didn’t suffer from these physical details. He kept a calm facade, looking straight ahead without uttering a word the entire time.

His pale golden hair, golden pupils, fine features, and a relatively slender figure made “Drake” stand out among the temporary knights, like a porcelain idol mixed into a bunch of rough clay figurines.

What no one knew was that this seemingly quiet knight hadn’t shut his mouth since the early morning.

Nol leaned into Teest’s embrace, muttering madly in his heart as they went over the details of the battle with Lich Valdorlock. In the end, they began to organize the snippets of information revealed by the candle.

[You are the creator of the system. It’s only natural for it to want to protect you.]

Even though the gaze had vanished, Teest still held Nol tightly, hands resting on his waist.

[Think about it. If we hadn’t been cursed at that time, you would have become a real Lich—powerful, but not unique, with well-known attributes and weaknesses. Once targeted by a being skilled in light magic from the Temple of Life, you’d stand no chance.]

The Mad Monk speculated with interest.

Nol didn’t respond immediately.

Suppose the system’s actions were indeed out of goodwill. By cursing him, making him a unique entity… perhaps that was only part of the reason, Nol thought.

If he had taken the straightforward path to leveling up, he would have had many choices and wouldn’t have focused on the unorthodox method of “slowly increasing attributes”—wouldn’t it be faster to grab some rare equipment instead of spending time fighting powerful monsters?

In that case, he might not have acquired the [Fallen Death] mutation skill.

Nol had a vague premonition that, because of this skill, he would embark on a completely different future.

[…The system gave me the ‘God’s Forsaken’ skill, making the gods unable to watch over me and binding you and me together, perhaps also to protect you.] Seeing that Nol didn’t continue, Teest eagerly went on.

[No, that’s not it.] Nol immediately refuted.

[Hmm?]

[When we first met, we didn’t know each other, and there was no guarantee that we would get along. No one was forcing you to protect me.]

Nol stared at the seemingly endless green grassland ahead, analyzing carefully.

[Even if the curse prevents us from divorcing, we could still ignore the marriage contract and separate… There’s too much uncertainty in such things. I tend to believe that ‘God’s Forsaken’ is there to protect you personally.]

Nol was very serious in his thoughts. [This means that in the eyes of the system, you are special enough—special to the point of needing to be hidden from the sight of the gods.]

The only native with Player privileges. The “White Demon” who could use the system’s power even before the Players arrived.

To say the system merely picked up Teest as a tool was something Nol was the first to disbelieve.

[That’s one interpretation.]

Teest was far from modest. He rubbed his chin against Nol’s shoulder. [According to your idea, we are both very important to the system, and it doesn’t wish for us to fight each other.]

Nol nodded almost imperceptibly, continuing to analyze. [Kando said that if it speaks of certain things, it will immediately draw the attention of the ‘gods’.]

[I have a guess—at certain special moments, the ‘gods’ inspect the situation in the world. Like Eugene’s sacrifice, like Kando’s secret… like when a Player uses inconceivable methods to clear a high-level dungeon for a rare profession beyond their level.]

If there hadn’t been any curses at the beginning, they might have been targeted by some malicious “god” the moment they stepped out of the dungeon’s teleportation point.

But the system made two severe curses take immediate effect, so even if the “god” couldn’t pry, the curses would cause them to overlook the matter—”Physical Destruction” and “God’s Forsaken”. The targets of the curses were essentially useless accounts that wouldn’t affect the big picture.

Cold sweat broke out on Nol’s back belatedly.

From the beginning, the system was quietly protecting them under the “gods’” nose… It all made sense.

[Ah, how touching. Your system has had so much nonsense added to it, but it still tries hard to be on your side,] Teest murmured happily. [It seems that the so-called ‘gods’ can’t fully control the system. How interesting.]

[I’ll let that pass. I’m more concerned about why the system wants to protect you so much,] Nol muttered back.

[Because I am your lovely husband? Your reliable knight? Your venerable pope?]

Nol, unable to tolerate any more, turned his head slightly, glaring at him with the corner of his eye. […Or a detestable narcissist?]

[Adding that to the list is fine too,] Teest expressed generously.

……

After several days of traveling through the cold dew and the wilderness, they finally reached the foot of the Brick Mountains.

The mountain range was dark and steep, like black waves frozen in mid-air. The slopes were shrouded in mist, making it difficult to see clearly. By comparison, the knight’s procession seemed like a line of ants walking beneath a city wall.

They followed the mountain range for a long time, gradually feeling the illusion of not moving at all. The mist atop the mountain lingered, and the sides of the range were too similar, like a fixed loop in the background.

To find a specific location in this featureless wilderness was difficult enough, let alone return the way they came.

Fortunately, the Investigation Knights had noted the direction of the meteor. After half a day’s journey, the location indicated by the meteor was within reach.

“Halt. Make camp,” Eugene ordered.

For the past few days, Eugene had never allowed the troop to pitch camp. They wrapped up in sleeping bags to rest, and meals were dealt with in an hour’s stop or they simply nibbled on dry rations while mounted.

Such high-intensity progress made the Investigation Knights seem relaxed, but the temporary knights were somewhat unable to bear it.

Most of them collapsed on the ground like rotten meat. Even the decorous Sean couldn’t keep his footing, stumbling and kneeling after a few steps. Damori crawled off his horse, plopping onto the grass, then yelped and jumped up, clutching his backside.

Nol thought, without looking, that the kid’s legs and butt must be chafed raw.

The robust “Drake” naturally didn’t have this problem.

His expression was unfazed, as if stubbing his little toe on a table corner wouldn’t change his color. In fact, he was secretly refreshing his butt every day—Nol realized for the first time since coming to Tahe that the convenience of an undead wasn’t to be underestimated.

Teest, accustomed to exercise, cared even less about these things. Taking advantage of the fact that others didn’t notice him, he warmed up with one foot stretched on the horse or would stand on his head from time to time. If not for Nol’s gravity magic keeping him safe, the warhorse would have kicked him off long ago.

When Nol was tired, he just relaxed and leaned against Teest’s chest. After Teest had his fun, he would lie on Nol’s back, sleeping soundly.

These past few days, the two hadn’t missed any rest and could be said to be in excellent condition.

“These past few days have been hard on everyone.”

Eugene came to the temporary knights group to offer his consolations. His complexion was rosy and healthy and his tone sincere and friendly, showing no sign of his recent near-death experience from “summoning the miracle”.

“I’ve instructed the logistics knights. They will prepare a hearty dinner for you all. Someone will come to distribute diluted fruit wine and mint tea later. Please rest well.”

“Thank the Goddess for Her grace.” Sean crossed his fingers like heads of wheat, making a prayer gesture.

“Time is precious. We need to scout the area near our destination first,” Eugene said, shifting the tone of the conversation. He scanned the room with a smile, his gaze pausing briefly on “Drake” who was standing upright.

“According to the rules, I need to bring three temporary knights with me—those willing to go will immediately receive ten gold wheels, and I invite everyone to apply as they see fit.”

“It’s alright if we don’t have enough people. Even one is sufficient, as we need a fair witness. Don’t worry about safety. I will accompany you personally. The safety of the camp will be the responsibility of my two deputy commanders.”

As the only person present who could still stand upright, Nol nodded at Eugene. He stepped over his contorted comrades-in-arms and stood quietly by Eugene’s side. While Eugene wasn’t paying attention, Nol looked regretfully at the steaming mint tea.

Teest draped over Nol like a fur coat. [I’ll make some hot chocolate tonight. Let’s drink it together.]

Nol, with his indifferent expression, thought happily, [Great!]

Sean, watching Nol’s relaxed posture, also struggled to his feet and staggered in front of Eugene like a cripple. “Please allow me to contribute my strength for the Goddess.”

“The Goddess will reward your loyalty,” Eugene said, patting his shoulder as the glow of a healing spell passed over him. “Any more volunteers?”

Even after witnessing the healing spell, the temporary knights present still hesitated.

At that moment, Nol particularly understood their feelings—it wasn’t just about their physical condition—

It was like working overtime for three or four weeks straight, with everyone’s spirits at their limit. Just when a holiday was in sight, the boss announced voluntary overtime.

Even with overtime pay, not everyone would agree.

Sure enough, after a long while, only Damori struggled to come over—or perhaps “hopped over” would be more accurate—he held his backside with his face contorted. “Please take me… hiss!”

Eugene chuckled, patted Damori’s shoulder, and intentionally enhanced the healing effect. Damori let out a long sigh of relief, and his standing posture improved considerably.

“We’re already familiar with each other. It’s good to have someone to look out for one another,” Damori said in good spirits.

Nol suspected this was only half the reason. The other half was the ten shiny gold wheels of overtime pay. Thinking of his colleagues with families and mortgages, he looked at Damori with a bit more sympathy.

By Nol’s side, Eugene withdrew his observational gaze, his smile a few degrees more sincere.

Ten minutes passed, and Damori’s mood didn’t improve.

It was somewhat cold at the foot of the Brick Mountains, still within the range of “autumn cold”. Once they ascended the mountain, the temperature plummeted toward that of a freezing winter. Coupled with the thin oxygen, it felt as dry and brittle as frost, cold from the inside out.

The Investigation Knights were considerate, but they didn’t go so far as to conjure warm winds and oxygen for the three “temps”—everyone walked on snow and ice and melting it would be more dangerous.

Like the other knights, Nol was tied with a rope around his waist, quickly climbing up the cliff, keeping pace with the full-time Investigation Knights.

In this group, only he, “Drake”, looked steadfastly forward, never once looking back.

It wasn’t that the office warrior had suddenly become coordinated, but in the unseen corners, there was always a dark furry ball with paws reaching out from the shadows, providing Nol with footholds.

His determined gaze wasn’t that of the Creator’s aura—Nol was certain that if he dared to look down even once, he would scare himself stiff and slip down the mountain.

[Honey, your coordination is terrible, and your joints are a bit stiff.]

Three or four meters ahead of Nol, Teest perched on a rocky spire like a snow eagle, without dislodging a bit of snow.

[In my previous world, this kind of activity was called extreme sports—extreme sports!] Nol emphasized. [I haven’t even climbed stairs for this long…]

[I didn’t expect you to be afraid of heights.] His Holiness Pope Teest openly mocked his god.

[I’m not usually afraid.]

As they neared the summit, the chilling wind became fiercer, and Nol’s thoughts seemed to become discordant. [Damn, with Eugene here, I can’t freely use magic… There’s not even a railing here, and you’re not by my…]

Teest raised his eyebrows proudly. [Not by your what?]

Nol exhaled a large cloud of mist, ignoring him. Teest hopped down from the cliff and stopped beside Nol, his hand smoothing Nol’s back—before Teest, the slippery, icy rocks seemed to turn into a living room floor.

[Don’t be afraid. I’m right by your side,] he said with a chuckle.

The wind was too strong. Nol adjusted his stance and felt his back touch something. It was a layer of light yet tough netting, which, amid the wind and snow, subtly supported his back.

The Mad Monk’s golden thread.

Nol closed his eyes and took another step upward. The mountain rocks were still wet and slippery, but his fear had been swept away clean by the cold wind.

The other two temporary knights weren’t so lucky.

Damori, being more robust, managed to push forward. Sean, originally a mage, now resembled a cocoon wrapped in a blanket, being dragged upwards by an Investigation Knight.

When they reached the summit, the sunset dyed half of the sky red, and the clouds near the mountain were also tinged with gold.

But no one was there to appreciate this magnificent scene.

Apart from Damori, who was gasping for air on the ground, and Sean, whose consciousness was blurry, everyone noticed the anomaly not far away—

A string of gray-black castles suspended in the air.

It was described as “a string” because the castle seemed to have been brutally dismembered, its fragments falling from top to bottom. Yet, these fragments were connected by sinew-like links of black and red, reminiscent of rotting flesh, just hanging there in midair.

At the very top, in the largest piece of the castle ruins, all windows were lit, clearly indicating habitation. The clouds churned endlessly below the castle, like a stormy sea of gray and white.

This was the rumored “The Manor”.

Nol narrowed his eyes. He was 120,000 percent sure that Siren Fischer was in one of those ruins.

[Look below.] Teest tugged at Nol’s wrist, his voice serious again.

Surrounding them was a sea of clouds, black rocks, and snow, and what caught everyone’s attention first was the castle lights. But looking down was even more horrifying.

Directly below the castle was a hellish, long, narrow fissure.

It was deeply hidden in the shadows, parallel to the Brick Mountain Range, stretching far at both ends, its length and depth impossible to gauge.

In comparison, the castle in the air was like a drop of blood ejected from the massive fissure.

Nol hung his head, fascinated by the crevasse.

It was like the eyes of a dead person that hadn’t fully closed. Nol felt that something in the depths of the fissure was looking back at him.

Suddenly, an abnormal chill seeped into the cold wind.

Nol subtly moved forward a step, shielding Teest behind him. Eugene, making a quick decision, plunged his longsword deep into the snow. Golden light spread, and the twelve present were encased in a semi-transparent golden dome.

The White Night came, for the third time.

This time, Nol saw its source.

From the depths of the fissure came a heavy, chaotic, spine-chilling rumble. It was like the sighs, groans, and wails of thousands. A shadowy blackness surged up from the depths of the crevasse, the scene truly resembling blood oozing from a wound.

The darkness surged, branched off, crawled over the mountains, and raced in all directions. The Manor’s castle, situated higher up, remained unharmed in the rampaging White Night.

The darkness surged around the protective shield. Perhaps due to Eugene’s strong defense, this time it didn’t have the previous “thousand hands grasping” anomaly that occurred with Siren.

After several minutes, the darkness ceased, and the crevasse, like a wound, temporarily “healed.”

The booming became distant and the surging darkness vanished beyond the horizon. That darkness would become the White Night that corrupted the lands, took countless lives, and eventually dissipated in the wind.

Above the sky, the castle’s light remained as usual, as if this was just an ordinary moment on a mundane day.

[In your setting, there probably wouldn’t be this castle, let alone this fissure.] Teest sighed inwardly. [You wouldn’t create something so… despair-inducing, I guess.]

Nol instinctively reached out and firmly grasped Teest’s hand, which was within reach.

It was the closest and only source of warmth.


The author has something to say:

“How to Refresh Away Your Awkwardness and Fatigue” — Nol

Eugene: Truly a master of great physical fitness.

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Full Server First Kill Ch97

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 97: Theism

Eugene led Nol all the way to the church’s parlor.

This place had been converted into Eugene’s temporary office. Nol noticed the incongruous desk and the excessive number of magic candles.

Besides Eugene, there was a young knight standing guard in the room. Nol recognized him at a glance—it was Manley, the knight they had rescued in Whitebird City. He had recovered well. One couldn’t tell he had been so gravely injured.

Seeing a familiar face lightened Nol’s mood.

If it were just Nol by himself, he might have been on high alert. But now, with Teest swaggering up to Eugene’s desk, taking liberties to sneak peeks at the documents, Nol couldn’t muster up any nervousness.

“Please.” Eugene gestured towards the sofa in the meeting area. A teapot floated by itself, pouring a cup of hot tea for Nol.

“No need. It’s late. Please speak directly,” Nol said dutifully, playing the role of the “Dragonblood Hero Drake” from his impression. He couldn’t deny there was a bit of joy in treating his temporary “superior” this way.

Out of the corner of his eye, Nol saw Teest plopping down in Eugene’s office chair, stretching his neck to look at the documents on the desk. There was a map with many letters and manuscripts on it. Teest was nearly reaching for a cup of tea to drink while he read.

“We have noticed your outings and are aware that you are volunteering to deal with the corrupted monsters,” Eugene began straightforwardly. “Your vigilance is also high. You neither go to the places where knights are stationed nor let our people witness the scene… We can only speculate that your method of dealing with corrupted monsters is very special.”

“I like to act alone,” Nol said. “I ran out on my own. If I involve others, precious time would be spent explaining.”

“As for special, I don’t know what you mean?”

Nol was genuinely puzzled. Teest dealt with the bodies entirely using the methods of the Temple of Life. Before this, Nol had only heard a few “last wishes” from the corrupted—nothing more.

The content of those last wishes was very similar—confused pleas for help, expressions of pain and despair, murmurs of wanting to see family. It was normal human sentiment—nothing out of the ordinary.

“The abandoned house in the east of the city, the space under Colt Tower, the cobblestone path in the city center, the mill on Fluorite Street… Tonight, you’ve dealt with four corrupted monsters, right?”

Eugene continued with a smile, “The corruption of the Demon King is very stubborn, and even after being thoroughly purified, that land will be somewhat colder than other places.”

“The places you’ve cleaned are as warm as normal land. Do you mind telling me how that is?”

Nol: “……”

He had been careless. Indeed, he hadn’t known this detail about the temperature difference.

A few steps away, Teest lifted his head, innocently looking towards Nol, his head shaking like a rattle. [Honey, do you think the former me would have been so kind as to help clean up corrupted monsters?]

At that moment, Teest was on tiptoes, peeking at scrolls on a shelf. As he turned his head, the stack of scrolls he was secretly fiddling with almost collapsed. Fortunately, the Mad Monk was quick and managed to steady them in time.

…Before Nol could pass this buck, his “only Pope” preemptively set up defenses, ready as if beating the drum to pass the blame. This relationship of faith was really too healthy.

Nol tried to discard the thought of “spouses are like birds of the same forest*” from his mind. Eugene wasn’t an easy man to deal with, so he decided to be a bit more honest. “I really don’t know how I did it.”

*The line following after is: When disaster strikes, they fly separately. It’s a proverb used to describe a situation where a couple may seem to be close and committed, but when a serious challenge arises, they may abandon each other and act selfishly.

“Don’t know, huh…”

There wasn’t much disappointment in Eugene’s voice. He casually changed the topic. “The background of all temporary knights has been checked except for yours. You and I are both children of God. It’s better not to keep too many secrets.”

He lifted the teacup, the moss-green color of his eyes floating at the edge of the cup.

The inevitable still arrived.

Nol launched the [Bloodline Suppression] that stemmed from the dragon without hesitation.

Merely affected by the aftermath, the young knight inside the room stumbled, almost falling in place. Eugene, being the target, didn’t even shake the hand that was holding the teacup. He lowered his gaze, set the cup down lightly, and clapped his hands twice.

“No wonder you are also called ‘Drake’.” Eugene’s tone was somewhat relieved. “Another person with dragon’s blood. That’s a good sign.”

“So that’s how it is.” Nol said, “Many people still have concerns about mixed bloodlines, which is why I hide my identity on normal days. I change my appearance every time I take on a task.”

“I understand your worries.” Eugene nodded, his posture relaxed. “Your bloodline is as outstanding as your appearance, but indeed, both can bring trouble.”

“You don’t mind? The duty of the Investigation Knights is clearly to eradicate monsters and the darkness.”

“As long as you are willing to exert effort for Lady Tilia, that’s enough. In the eyes of the Goddess, nobility and commonality are equal—there is no difference between monster mixed-blood and human pure-blood… Wasn’t the Dragonblood Hero from two hundred years ago also a hero among humans?”

Eugene cast a heating spell on Nol’s tea, causing the cool tea to steam once again.

Interesting. As devout believers, Knight Eugene and that Sean had completely different interpretations of the “rules”. Nol was somewhat surprised. Eugene wasn’t as difficult to communicate with as they had imagined.

“Then I’ll just say it—the anomaly in the purification might be due to my special bloodline. Dragon’s magical talent is stronger than humans. Perhaps my purification is more thorough.”

The timing was right. Nol gave the excuse he had prepared in advance.

“Perhaps.” Eugene said, “You may go back now, Mr. Drake. I look forward to your performance. May your life be full of vitality.”

“May the Goddess forever bless you and me.” Nol nodded, and Teest, having completed his snooping, hurried back to his side.

The young knight Manley moved to the door, politely opening it first.

Could the anomaly be related to that [Lost Last Wish] skill? Nol walked on, thinking to himself.

Those corrupted people had expressed their grievances fully before death, removing their resentment? …No, this line of thought was too reminiscent of ancient Country C style. Nol doubted it was that simple.

Teest curiously turned his head to spy on Eugene’s actions.

Whoosh!

A flash of sword light came from behind Nol.

It brushed past Teest’s temples, stopping within two fists’ distance of Nol’s shoulder. Teest dodged just in time, or else he would have lost a large tuft of hair.

Nol stopped but didn’t turn around. “Captain Eugene, what’s the meaning of this?”

“I just sensed hostility and surveillance near you,” Eugene answered nonchalantly, his expression revealing no ripples of emotion. “That feeling didn’t seem like you… Ah, perhaps it’s still too late. My judgment was flawed.”

“You didn’t dodge.” Seeing Nol continuing towards the door without a word, Eugene casually added.

‘That’s the reflex of an office warrior. Even if you were to stab at me head-on, I wouldn’t be able to dodge,’ Nol muttered to himself internally but still didn’t turn back, nonchalantly responding—

“You are a knight favored by the Goddess. You wouldn’t attack someone from behind.”

“Hahaha, indeed!” Eugene swiftly sheathed his sword. “I hope we will have the chance to work together.”

No, my family likes to dump corpses in front of the Evergreen Church. I guess you wouldn’t accept this. Nol took heavy steps, walking towards the midnight corridor.

[We need to stay away from him,] Nol thought to himself after leaving the room.

[He really is a troublesome guy. Just now, I only cursed him in my mind.] Teest internally ranted nonstop. [Worthy of the renowned Chosen One.]

[Do you know his prophecy?] Nol became interested.

[Only the higher-ups of the Temple of Life know.] Teest snorted. [Next time you can inquire about it from that Annakin. I am also curious.]

[Mm…]

At the same time, inside Eugene’s office.

“The Chosen Ones and servants of the Temple have all had their identities confirmed,” Eugene muttered as he scrolled through the scroll. “In recent years, no new oracles have emerged…”

But that Drake was clearly not an ordinary person. Eugene prided himself on his intuition. The feeling he got when he faced Drake was no different from when he faced other powerful Chosen Ones… In fact, Drake seemed even more exceptional.

…Could it be that the Goddess didn’t favor him? Drake was evidently a decent pantheist.

…Or was it that Drake wasn’t as simple as he appeared on the surface?

Right, the hostility he sensed earlier was almost inexplicable… Standing there, Drake seemed like the mix of two extremes of good and evil, exuding a very inconsistent aura.

Eugene drew his longsword, and the firelight turned its blade into a mirror. Eugene gazed at his own puzzled eyes reflected in it.

…It should also not be a Supplement Demon. The Eternal Church didn’t have the capability to obtain a fresh, complete dragon corpse to make potions. If they dared to do so, the angry dragons would have flattened the Eternal Church long before.

Eugene thought hard but couldn’t come up with an answer.

In the end, he could only pull out the battle force arrangement chart, placing Drake under the close watch of the Investigation Knights.

“You should rest early,” Knight Manly reminded him. “After all, tomorrow you have to…”

“Thank you for the reminder. I remember.” Eugene cut him off.

……

The next day, outside the city.

After returning yesterday, Teest boasted about the intelligence he had gathered—

On the big shared bed, Nol pretended to be asleep with his eyes closed. Teest crawled under his blanket, chirping non-stop inside the bulging blanket.

Indeed, he had gathered quite a bit of information, such as the multiple conflicts between The Manor and Eternal Day City, and the rough battle plan of the Investigation Knights’ mission.

As Nol expected, Eugene’s arrangements didn’t include a “negotiation” phase. What they couldn’t understand was the absence of an “investigation” phase as well.

The Investigation Knights were unable to confirm the location of The Manor, only knowing that it was on the edge of “Brick Shadow”, and for some reason, divination magic had no effect on it.

Through the captured Siren Fischer, Nol knew the approximate location of The Manor. He had planned to find an opportunity to reveal it to the Investigation Knights, but who would have thought that Eugene would lead the team out of the city so directly, appearing exceptionally confident.

As a temporary knight, Nol was given a horse and was currently squeezed on it in tandem with Teest. To avoid the horses getting too dissatisfied, Nol even kindly used gravity magic. Aside from his back being entirely covered by Teest, warm enough to be irritating, the situation was still under control.

[Are the Investigation Knights always this confident?] Nol asked. [Or is it that they are just accustomed to acting first?]

[No, Eugene Malloy is a very cautious person.] Teest rested his chin on Nol’s shoulder, lazily hooking the reins with his fingers. [He would only make a move when he’s certain of the target. He probably got the news from some other channels.]

With the addition of temporary knights, the expedition force was a full two hundred and ten strong. Each member of the Investigation Knights troop was elite, and this force was equivalent to an elite combat group of a large guild.

Eugene led them to a stop on a vast grassland.

He galloped out of the formation, stopping before the crowd, ensuring that everyone could see him. Nol curiously leaned closer to Teest, their heads cocking as they observed intently.

“In the midst of last night, the Archbishop has returned with the results of the divine revelation,” Eugene said in a loud voice, as the rustling sound of the morning grass surrounded them. “Even the most powerful divination cannot pinpoint the exact location of The Manor.”

“Surely, you must have noticed something special about The Manor recently. Its members come and go without a trace, and with The Manor’s activity, the occurrence of the White Nights has increased more than tenfold… This is a very dangerous adversary. Listen well, everyone. Underestimating the enemy on the battlefield is a grave mistake.”

“Eh? No divination results?” Damori exclaimed in surprise. “Then where do we go?”

Confusion wasn’t exclusive to him. Aside from those like Sean who fully trusted in the Temple, the rest of the temporary knights were more or less puzzled, and whispers began to spread.

“To resolve the issue of The Manor as swiftly as possible, I have decided to request the Goddess’s mercy.”

After two minutes, Knight Eugene spoke again. “I will make a sacrifice here, to let the omnipotent God guide us and reveal the way to us.”

Nol clenched the reins in his hand, and behind him, Teest’s body tensed up slightly.

A direct request to God? What does that mean? A magic trick, or truly summoning a god?

Nol’s mind rapidly sifted through various divination spells, his gaze unflinchingly on Eugene. The rest of the temporary knights gradually fell silent, looking toward Captain Eugene with reverence.

Eugene smiled at everyone and waved to his own team. Two knights approached on horseback. They stopped, one on each side, flanking Eugene squarely in the middle.

With a swish, Eugene drew his longsword.

In the early morning, everything was dim and hazy, as if a thin veil of gray-blue was draped over all things.

The pale light of the sword pierced through this softness, and Eugene’s actions were decisive—he thrust the sword directly into his own chest.

Simultaneously, the knight to his left swiftly drew his sword. Two swords pierced through the armor, and Eugene’s upper body was marked with a cross made by the swords. His body was penetrated, and blood gushed out rapidly.

It soaked the armor and the horse’s fur and drizzled onto the grass. Eugene himself didn’t move; his face quickly turned pale, but his smile remained unchanged.

The scene fell into utter silence.

[There’s definitely no magic like this in my ‘Tahe’.]

[He avoided the vitals, but he will die from blood loss soon.]

Nol and Teest almost simultaneously voiced their thoughts internally.

[This is more like black magic that requires a sacrifice…] Nol was about to add something to his mind when suddenly both of them heard a rustling system noise.

[Attention….. Player Teest, please… hold the person next to you……]

[Attention…… Player Teest, please… hold the person next to you……]

[Attention…… Player Teest, please…… hold the person next to you……]

The system’s voice was distorted and stuttered, faint to almost non-existent. Teest hesitated for less than a second, then fiercely hugged Nol, with such force as if to embed him into his body.

Seeing the system’s abnormality for the first time, Nol didn’t dare act rashly, cooperating with Teest’s movements, pressing close to him.

In the next instant, he thought he knew the reason for the prompt’s trigger.

The air nearby suddenly became immensely heavy, and something… almost like a vision, surged from all directions. The feeling of being watched by a pride of lions on the grassland, amplified a million times, was probably close to what Nol was feeling now.

…Something, something extremely powerful, cast its gaze upon them.

The wind stopped, and all bird and insect noises vanished, the breathing of hundreds of people around was barely audible. In this terrifying silence, Eugene curled his lips upward. With his arms drenched in his own blood, he reached out to the void, as if yearning for an embrace.

“O beginning of the world, sovereign of all things, Supreme Goddess Tilia.”

He called out with a voice full of joy.

“Please guide the way for your devoted knight. Let your loyal sword slay the enemy… Please tell me the location of The Manor.”

The feeling of being watched persisted for a dozen seconds before gradually disappearing.

The next second, Demori, a few steps away, let out a suppressed cry of surprise. Sean dismounted and knelt to pray on the spot—

In the early morning sky, an emerald green meteor descended from the heavens. It trailed a long tail, slowly falling towards a certain location in the Brick Mountains.

Amidst the pool of blood, Eugene ignored the two swords in his chest and performed a proper knight’s salute. “Praise be to Your Grace.”

His complexion was paler than fresh snow, looking as if he might fall off his horse at any moment.

The knight to Eugene’s left quickly acted. With two puffing sounds, the blood-covered swords fell to the grass. The knight on his right immediately cast a prepared healing spell, dousing Eugene with a healing potion that soaked him through.

Knight Eugene then caught his breath. His face was still frightfully pale, but his breathing gradually returned to normal.

Meanwhile, the emerald meteor at the edge of the sky had just vanished.

“Rest for ten minutes, then advance towards The Manor,” Eugene instructed. “The Goddess watches over us. We will surely prevail!”

“Yes!!!” Dozens of temporary knights erupted in cheers. Even the nominally faithful Damori’s cheeks were flushed with excitement.

Passing through the forest-like raised arms, Eugene’s gaze fell on Nol’s direction. “Drake” responded to his look seriously and calmly.

At this moment, the tumult within “Mr. Drake”, or Nol’s heart, was perhaps only known to his templar knight.

[That location is absolutely fine.] Nol muttered frantically in his mind. [That was definitely not normal magic just now. I didn’t feel any magical fluctuations, but the location indicated by that meteor is indeed correct, matching exactly with where the siren is located… Teest, do you know this spell?]

This might have been their closest encounter with the so-called “God”.

Unexpectedly, Teest didn’t respond to him excitedly. The Mad Monk remained silent, both in body and spirit.

[Teest?]

[I was thinking about the system prompt just now.] Almost half a minute later, Teest finally responded. [It wanted me to stay as close to you as possible.]

Nol was stunned. The impact of the “divine” intervention was so great, he almost forgot this detail.

[I have an interesting hypothesis.] Teest stroked his chin, his tone a bit… peculiar. [Do you remember the curse on me? The one left by the Lich.]

[Of course, I remember.]

[Deceiving God with unworthy means, God will no longer watch over you. There’s a line in the system description of “God’s Forsaken” that says this. And that candle said, God must also absolutely obey the rules of the system.]

Teest took a deep breath, his tone losing its usual lightness.

[That is to say, “God’s Forsaken” isn’t only binding me. With this curse, God is equally unable to watch over me.]

[Nol, was the curse placed by the system really to “curse” you and me?]


The author has something to say:

Here it comes!!! The story is in the middle phase, gradually filling in the gaps~

System: Urgent request, stick together! (voice breaks)


Kinky Thoughts:

Making an erratum. For those who have been reading along, note that God’s Abandonment is now changed to God’s Forsaken as I think that sounds better. Earlier chapters have been fixed to correct this change.


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Escape From the Asylum Ch78

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 78

Early the next morning at 7 a.m.

Zhou Qian was awakened by a loud knocking on the door.

Ke Yun’s voice rose—

“Kids, wake up! Something’s happened! Something’s happened!”

Zhou Qian yawned, rubbed his eyes, climbed down the ladder, and noticed the small wooden table had already been set with milk, bread, and even a plate of peeled shrimp.

He looked at Bai Zhou in surprise. “When did you wake up?”

Bai Zhou simply replied, “About an hour ago. I heard some noises and woke up earlier.”

“What’s the situation outside?” Zhou Qian asked.

“If nothing unexpected happened, probably four players are dead,” Bai Zhou said. “You go freshen up and eat something, and I’ll explain in detail afterward.”

Zhou Qian glanced at him and went out.

Outside, Ke Yun was knocking on everyone’s doors. Normally a well-dressed, graceful lady, she now looked quite disheveled. She had thrown a coat over her nightwear, and her socks were mismatched.

“Why is it so noisy so early in the morning?”

The words came from Wang Mei, who looked annoyed as she opened her door.

Seeing Ke Yun’s state, she seemed surprised. “Sister, what’s going on?”

“Stop pretending,” Ke Yun responded angrily. “The police will be here soon, and you won’t escape!”

“What are you talking about? What happened?” Wang Mei seemed genuinely confused and was also getting irritated. “You invited us here, and now you’re giving me attitude so early in the morning? Just because I respect you as my elder sister doesn’t mean—”

She was interrupted by Ke Di, who came out of his room.

After assessing the situation and noting his sister’s red eyes, Ke Di asked, “What’s going on? Where are my brother and his wife?”

Listening intently for a moment, Ke Di said, “Usually, at this time, my sister-in-law would be in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Why isn’t she…”

“I just received a message that said,” Ke Yun paused, tears streaming down her face. She took a deep breath. “Let’s talk about it downstairs in the study. I have questions for you.”

She shot Wang Mei a cold look, then said to the children, “Sorry for waking you up. Get ready and go to the kitchen for breakfast. Auntie… I… I’ll talk to you later.”

Upon seeing this, Zhou Qian deduced that Ke Yun had probably received a message via her pager, informing her that four children had encountered trouble. In her panic, she quickly woke everyone up.

But after awakening the children, she regained some composure and realized she didn’t know how to approach the subject with them.

So, she decided to first discuss the matter with Wang Mei and Ke Di. Evidently, from Ke Yun’s words, she harbored suspicions about Wang Mei.

Consequently, the three adults headed downstairs. The other four players, apart from Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou, stood in the hallway, seemingly still unaware of what had transpired. Zhou Qian glanced at them but chose not to say much. He went to freshen up and returned to his room to eat his breakfast.

While Zhou Qian had breakfast, Bai Zhou narrated the events from an hour ago.

Ruan Mei woke up early, and when she left the master bedroom, her demeanor was calm, as if nothing had occurred the previous night.

She first went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and then proceeded to wake up the children.

After visiting two rooms and noticing something amiss, she rushed to the master bedroom to awaken her husband.

Subsequently, with tears in her eyes, Ruan Mei, accompanied by Ke Zheng, left the master bedroom and went to the two rooms where the incidents had occurred. She sobbed uncontrollably, nearly fainting, but didn’t make much noise.

After a while, when Ke Zheng emerged from one of the rooms, he carried one child and dashed downstairs. Ruan Mei did the same, but she was holding two children from another room. In this manner, the two of them, carrying four children in total, made their way from the living room to the garage. They placed the children in the car and drove away.

“They couldn’t believe the children had died, so they went to the hospital, thinking there was still hope,” Bai Zhou said. “Of course, Ke Zheng truly didn’t believe it. But Ruan Mei was pretending.”

“Hmm, your behavior as an older brother is also quite strange.” Zhou Qian teased while nibbling on a shrimp. “You watched as four of your younger siblings died, and you’re not sad. While the parents rushed the kids to the hospital, you calmly peeled shrimp for me in the kitchen?”

Bai Zhou looked at Zhou Qian for a moment before nodding. “Yes, we have limited ingredients. Make do.”

Hearing Bai Zhou’s response, Zhou Qian laughed and continued, “How did you wake up so early? I didn’t hear anything.”

Bai Zhou replied, “They were indeed very quiet. Ruan Mei’s portrayal of the perfect wife and mother was impeccable. Even when crying, she barely made any noise. When she and Ke Zheng went to check on the children, she quietly reminded him that the other kids were sleeping and not to disturb or scare them.”

“Hmm… so Ke Zheng never suspected that his own wife could be the murderer.” Zhou Qian observed. “But Ruan Mei’s mental strength is quite impressive.”

This story was designed as a game, so many details were altered, like the number and age of the children. But the general logic was consistent.

In the real-life story, Ruan Mei likely suffocated a child with a pillow during the night. Yet, the next morning, she pretended as if nothing happened, trying to wake the child. When she found the child unresponsive, she acted clueless and sought her husband.

She cried, shed tears, and was filled with panic and helplessness. She couldn’t believe the child had died and pleaded with her husband to take the child to the hospital. Even in the midst of this turmoil, she reminded her husband to be careful not to wake the other children.

Later, the already deceased child was rushed to the hospital by the couple. Ruan Mei might even have kneeled before the doctors and nurses, begging them to save her child, perhaps even kowtowing to them in desperation.

But in the end, when all resuscitation attempts failed and the child was pronounced dead, Ruan Mei collapsed in despair…

Under such circumstances, who would suspect Ruan Mei to be the murderer?

Yawning, Zhou Qian looked at Bai Zhou, narrowing his eyes slightly. “There’s still an issue—”

“What issue?” Bai Zhou asked.

“How could you hear such subtle movements from outside? Because of the enhanced senses of a Rank God player?” Zhou Qian probed further.

“Yes, correct. I’ve had training in this area,” Bai Zhou explained. “Our senses are much sharper.”

“I see… There’s Hidden Blade guarding He Xiaowei’s side, so he should be fine. I can’t contact him, probably due to some restrictions in the exhibition hall. Hearing you now, I feel a bit relieved,” Zhou Qian mused.

He glanced at Bai Zhou’s demeanor, wiped his hands, and walked over to him. With Bai Zhou seated, Zhou Qian adopted a dominant stance, looking down at him.

“What is it, Zhou Qian?” Bai Zhou inquired.

Zhou Qian approached and, leaning down, hooked a finger under Bai Zhou’s shirt hem, lifting it slightly to glance at his abdomen.

Before Bai Zhou could respond, Zhou Qian sat back down, nonchalantly remarking, “So, you don’t have scales on your body.”

Bai Zhou chuckled. “Do you want to see me with scales?”

Zhou Qian counter-questioned, “What was the scale you gave me for?”

Bai Zhou explained, “When we establish a one-to-one Shepherd relationship, it will come in handy.”

“I thought it was some powerful self-defense tool,” Zhou Qian replied with a hint of disappointment. He then questioned, “Giving it to me so early on, did you know I’d agree to be your Shepherd?”

“It didn’t matter whether you agreed or not,” Bai Zhou responded.

“And if I declined?” Zhou Qian probed further. “Would you have found someone else?”

Bai Zhou simply stated, “There’s no one else.”

After a brief silence, Zhou Qian, with a sincere tone, expressed, “Bai Zhou, the followers who consumed Epoh’s apple in an attempt to become gods went mad. The setting in that instance is a metaphor, right? The minds of Rank God players can also go out of control. Without a Shepherd to guide you, what would happen to you, Bai Zhou?”

Switching to a more serious tone, Zhou Qian said, “I’m not just saying this in anger. I’ve genuinely realized I don’t know you well enough. I’ve always thought you were a rational person, but now…”

“Zhou Qian,” Bai Zhou suddenly interrupted, emphasizing, “I live in Zone X of Spring Hill Mental Asylum.”

“I still don’t know what this game is truly about, but there’s one thing I’ve likely deduced.” Zhou Qian continued, “To the outside world, Zone X claims to house the most dangerous lunatics. But from my perspective, it’s a secret training ground for Rank God players.”

“Some people have died in reality, but their bodies are held in Zone X while their minds get trained within the game. There are no real lunatics in Zone X. It’s a diversion created by certain individuals.”

“Haven’t you ever doubted… maybe I am truly mad?”

As Bai Zhou said this, he fixed his gaze unblinkingly on Zhou Qian. His eyes were gentle like water, and his tone was soft. The breeze and sunlight streaming through the window softened his childlike features, but his words hinted at a hidden danger. It felt as if a trap was silently closing in from behind him.

Zhou Qian seemed stunned for a moment.

Noticing his expression, Bai Zhou continued, “Perhaps the Bai Zhou in your memories and I are two completely different people. How would you feel?”

Growing up, Zhou Qian lacked the love and care of his parents. Therefore, every act of kindness from Bai Zhou was magnified infinitely in his eyes. A separation of seven years only deepened Zhou Qian’s memories of Bai Zhou, with each recollection further amplifying Bai Zhou’s goodness.

If the thick layer of rosy memories were to shatter now, would Zhou Qian think that the real Bai Zhou beneath those memories had always been different from what he imagined?

“Bai Zhou, I have a sharp intuition about people. Saying I don’t know you well doesn’t mean my opinion of you will change,” Zhou Qian said with a definitive yet mysteriously alluring look.

“The more challenging the instance, the more I like it. The more complex the puzzle game, the more interested I am. So, this has become even more intriguing.”

“Zhou Ge,” Zhou Qian said, hinting at something. “You’ve truly never disappointed me.”

……

Five minutes later, Ke Yun gathered all the children in the corridor.

By now, she had changed into a dress, put on high heels, applied lipstick, and regained her elegant demeanor.

However, her tone of voice betrayed her unease. “There’s been an… incident at home. Some police officers will be coming over soon. For the next few days… you all will be staying at Auntie’s newly bought house, alright? Go grab some clothes and your favorite toys. In ten minutes, I’ll take you there!”

The one labeled “Ke Shi” asked, “Auntie, where are… Brother Five, Brother Six, Brother Two, and Brother Three…?”

At this, Ke Yun struggled to hold back her tears. Wiping them away, she replied, “Here’s the thing, Xiao Shi, siblings might start life together, but not everyone is fated to stay together. Some might leave us first and become… become little stars in the sky…”

If they were truly innocent children, someone would likely have asked, “Why did they become little stars?” But these children were fundamentally players, and they understood Ke Yun’s implication.

The remaining four underlings of Ma Luoluo, looking pale, instinctively turned their gaze to Zhou Qian. They seemed accusatory. However, when confronted with Zhou Qian’s intimidating gaze, they involuntarily backed up until they were against the wall.

Once Ke Yun went downstairs, Zhou Qian addressed them, initiating the conversation. “Did you ever expect that Ma Luoluo, who was hell-bent on killing me, would end up dead himself?”

“You bastard…” One of them stepped forward. “Was it you? Did you do it?”

Zhou Qian looked at him with pity. “I really wonder how someone with your intelligence managed to reach Rank S. If you just hung onto coattails or endlessly grinded to level up… then why didn’t you play it safe and progress slowly? Why would you dare enter such an instance? Isn’t that just seeking death?”

“Show some damn respect!”

As the person was about to shout further, Zhou Qian interrupted, “I genuinely pity you guys, being sold out and not even realizing it.”

The person paused, then demanded, “What the hell do you mean?”

Zhou Qian explained, “Why do you think Ma Luoluo and Meng Pingping chose different surnames but made all of us adopt the surname ‘Ke’?”

The four of them exchanged glances, looking bewildered. Zhou Qian continued, “It’s because Ma Luoluo, based on some clues, believed the murderer was targeting only those with the surname ‘Ke’. But he only shared this with Meng Pingping and not with you. Why? Because he wanted you to be cannon fodder. Got it? He never cared about your lives!”

They were taken aback, their faces pale. Zhou Qian added, “He thought he was smart, especially after seeing Wang Mei spend a long time in my room; he became even more convinced she was the murderer… but you saw the outcome, right?”

“I think the game’s setting maintains for three days, so there might be a limit to the number of murders the real culprit can commit each time. Otherwise—you all would be dead.”

As Zhou Qian emphasized this point, the one named Ke Shi’s legs gave out, and he dropped to his knees.

With a cold smile, Zhou Qian continued, “To put it plainly, Ma Luoluo, that fool, lacks both intelligence and integrity. At a critical moment, he chose to betray you. Why follow someone like that?”

“Only I know who the real culprit is and how to clear this level.”

30 seconds later, once they had processed this revelation, the four directly knelt before Zhou Qian.

“Qian Ge, we were wrong before!”

“Please, show us mercy!”

“Please tell us, how can we escape?”

Zhou Qian showed no sympathy for these fair-weather* followers capable of killing for money.

*Wallflower that sways with every wind /fence sitter (墙头草) Metaphor describing someone who wavers between two sides without showing loyalty to either (AKA a flip-flopper).

After ridiculing them, he coldly said, “Alright, then let’s make a deal.”

“What kind of deal?”

“When we get out of here, if you come across your other boss, that bald man… you must turn on him and help me deal with him.”

……

30 minutes later.

Six “children” got into a minivan.

The driver was arranged by Ke Yun and said he would take them to her house first.

Zhou Qian sat shoulder to shoulder with Bai Zhou in the front row. He looked at the driver and asked, “What are the adults doing?”

The driver replied, “The young madam didn’t specify, but they have some matters to handle. Was your house robbed? I just saw the police heading there.”

Zhou Qian didn’t respond to that but asked, “Do you know our schedule for today?”

The driver said, “The young madam only mentioned that I should take you there first. Someone will arrange lunch for you. Don’t worry. Later on, your parents will come to join you. Rest assured!”

Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou exchanged glances. Zhou Qian then asked, “Where is Auntie’s house?”

The driver replied, “It’s on the mountains. She bought it for vacation. The place is surrounded by mountains and rivers. The scenery is beautiful!”

Hearing this, a chill ran down Zhou Qian’s spine.

Surrounded by mountains and rivers, wouldn’t that make it easy for another “accident” to occur?


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Qizi Ch114

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 114

Ling Xiao, who had always remained outside the realm of history, was suddenly entrusted with such a heavy responsibility and was momentarily bewildered.

His tone was filled with uncertainty, and his eyes, which kept shifting downward, revealed his inner turmoil.

“To be honest, if it were me who had just completed the coming-of-age ceremony and traveled back in time, I might have given an answer without a second thought.”

“Back then, I harbored a deep hatred for this system. Death seemed like a release compared to living without dignity.”

“If I knew that the origin of inequality was a matter of choice, perhaps, as you said, I would have resented the person who made this choice, who decided the fate of everyone for their own selfish reasons, and wondered how many people would despair, truly feeling that it’s better to be dead than alive.”

But gradually, as he recalled more of his past, he grew more confident, and his troubled gaze began to show resolve.

“However, I must admit, this system has given us a possibility—a possibility for people in love to be together. Without this system, our future would be hopeless that not even despair would exist. What’s the point of having freedom and dignity in such a future where there’s nothing to look forward to?”

“I’ve seen many people suffer because of the existence of the blood pact, like Ping Zong and Lan Sheng, the Principal and Fei Jing, Tai Yin and Shang Yang… but I’ve also seen many more who have found happiness through it, like Doctor Yao and the Professor, Commander Fu Yao and Instructor Nie Yun, Bing Can and Red Head, and many others. If to avoid the misfortune of some, we must deprive many others of their happiness, where then is their freedom to pursue happiness?”

“When I was still naive, a health physician at the academy once said that in true love, there is no hierarchy, no winning or losing. Even though the Qizhu has strong controlling power, if it’s a pair of true lovers, this power will not come into play; their souls are equal, their statuses are equal.”

“In my youthful ignorance, I dismissed it as nonsense, but only after I experienced true love did I realize that this is actually the crystallization of wisdom that our people have striven for and pursued over four thousand years, pouring countless hearts and souls into it. Our ancestors, through lifetimes of self-destruction and lonely reincarnations, have only gained a small step forward, and your descendants will also continue step by step in your footsteps.”

Ling Qi and Ye Zheng held each other’s hands tighter in private, and everyone present yearned for the beautiful future he had outlined.

“Moreover,” Ling Xiao showed a smile on his face that he himself didn’t notice, due to the image of a certain person that appeared in his mind, “without the existence of the blood pact, Ying Feng and I would not have been able to fall in love with each other again without knowing that we were lovers in a past life.”

“We would have missed each other, perhaps separated by life and death at the coming-of-age ceremony, or perhaps we would never have crossed paths at all. With his low emotional intelligence, he might end up holding a peach pit and living in loneliness forever, or even dispersing his soul. How could I rest assured?”

“As a beneficiary, I am grateful for the birth of the blood pact. If I have to choose a prefix for living on, I hope it’s that no matter what, I can be with the one I love, because only such a life has meaning.”

Ling Qi and Ye Zheng both let out a sigh of relief, along with everyone present. The difficult choice became simple and pure because of the emergence of this mysterious person.

“What you said is right.” Ling Qi smiled. “If you die, you have nothing, but if you live, there’s always a chance for a turnaround.”

“Compared to real humans, we wake up with the knowledge of language, writing, and all the skills necessary for survival, so in our long lives, we have enough time to learn how to get along with each other.”

He picked up Ye Zheng’s hands, their foreheads touching, fingers interlocked. “From now on, our relationship will no longer be equal, which itself goes against the original intent of love. But I believe that our descendants will find a way to interact with equality within this unequal relationship, carrying on the intentions of our hearts, lifetime after lifetime.”

“Perhaps in the future, there will be better solutions. Maybe in another four thousand years, people will find the key to undoing the coming-of-age ceremony. But in this life, at this moment, in this place, I am willing to give up everything to be your Qizi, with no regrets.”

The crowd was immersed in this warm atmosphere for a long time before they belatedly realized that this must be the first wedding since the birth of the Republic. The delayed applause added a touch of liveliness to the simple ceremony, and people’s faces were filled with joy. Since they had learned how to smile, this was the first time they had shown such smiles after the coming-of-age ceremony.

“It’s just incredible,” Tai Shao said to Ling Xiao. “Do you really come from four thousand years in the future? Can I check your data?”

Ling Xiao stretched out his arms generously, allowing Tai Shao to connect the instrument to his wrist, and the data values for him and Ling Qi were listed side by side on two screens.

“I wasn’t quite convinced before, but seeing this data, I have to believe,” Tai Shao exclaimed. “You have undergone significant upgrades and evolution compared to the Tianxiu people of today. It must be that your kin have been working hard over these four thousand years to achieve such remarkable progress.”

“The only pity is that with my personal abilities, I cannot transplant your code directly, let alone the fact that the bodies of the modern Tianxiu people wouldn’t be able to handle it. High-end software can only run on high-end platforms, and too advanced code would only cause the system to crash. All I can do is make a simple modification to the base, and more than that will have to rely on your next life. Fortunately, you have already proven that you can do it.”

He typed on the keyboard. “‘Loyalty to the royal family’ is a core command that cannot be changed. In order to compensate as much as possible for the unequal relationship brought by the blood pact, I’ve supplemented it with ‘Always be loyal to one’s partner when the royal family does not exist’, and set it as the highest priority. Loyalty is already your primary attribute, so such a modification should be easily accepted. The coming-of-age ceremony is also impossible to abolish, but we can add a contradictory command to constrain it. For example, change the command from needing to kill the other to develop to…”

He couldn’t think of an alternative.

“Develop through a union of both parties?” Ling Xiao suggested casually.

Tai Shao snapped his fingers. “That’s a good idea! Let’s decide on that.”

Ling Xiao: …I feel like I’ve dug myself a big hole.

“No, actually, we could discuss this issue further…” Ling Xiao tried to interject.

Tai Shao ignored him and continued, “I will close your replication rights. From now on, you can only obtain souls through the Soul Tree. Newborn souls will no longer need genetic transplantation from real humans but will be born with humanoid intelligence directly.”

“Why is that?” Ling Xiao asked, puzzled.

“This is the agreement I made with the people of this country. In exchange for helping you modify your code, you will give up the right to replicate yourselves and only let the Soul Tree automatically control your population. If you abide by the agreement and live peacefully, the Soul Tree will continue to produce souls, making your population thrive. But if you continue to invade as before and harm the interests of other nations, the number of new souls will become fewer and fewer until completely cut off.”

Ling Xiao felt somewhat guilty, but luckily no one else noticed. They were still immersed in the joy of the changes in their current situation. As for the population crisis, it was too distant for them, not a concern of people in this era.

After sending Ling Qi back with Ye Zheng and instructing him on the matters to be aware of during the chaotic period—since he was the first in all of Tianxiu to go through the chaotic period without prior experience—Ling Xiao began to doubt whether his purpose for returning was to help his past life through this difficult time.

“I have safely gone through the coming-of-age ceremony. What about you? When will you leave here for the next time point?” Ling Qi asked after carefully noting down every word of Ling Xiao’s instructions.

“I don’t know.” Ling Xiao scratched his nose. “Maybe soon, or maybe I’ll be here for a long time. If you don’t see me one day, I’m probably gone.”

“Although I’m reluctant, I hope you can return to your world soon and reunite with Ye Zheng’s next life.”

“I will,” Ling Xiao waved at them, climbed out the window, and jumped onto a tree.

“Why does he live in a tree?” Ling Qi asked.

Ye Zheng shook his head. “Don’t know. Maybe it’s a habit of people from the future.”

From a distance, Ling Xiao spotted peaches on the tree. He grabbed the biggest one, wiped it, and was about to bring it to his mouth when he noticed his hand becoming transparent.

‘Let me have a bite before I go!’ he cried inwardly, but alas, the goddess of time didn’t hear his plea. He watched helplessly as the peach slipped through his hands, cheerfully tumbling towards the soil beneath the tree.

Thud—something hit the ground, rolled for a bit, and then came to a stop.

Ying Feng, who was loosening the soil in the flowerbed, heard the noise and looked up to see something round beneath the tree.

He walked over to investigate and found it was a wild peach from the tree, fallen because it had ripened unpicked and was now somewhat rotten.

Xiao Hui also came over for a symbolic sniff. Judging by its size, it could now be called Da* Hui. Having spent so much time with Ying Feng, the wolf had become very aloof, nothing like the lively creature it had been when it was with Ling Xiao.

*Big.

“Do you want to eat it?” Ying Feng asked.

Xiao Hui haughtily turned its head away in refusal.

Ying Feng looked up and saw many ripe peaches still on the tree. If a certain person were still here, they would probably be very happy.

He contemplated picking the peaches but, by accident, spotted a little sprout poking through the soil under the peach tree.

“What’s this?”

He approached for a closer look. Over the years, he had become familiar with many plants, but he had never seen a sprout like this one. It seemed to be some sort of woody plant, but it didn’t belong to any known category.

How could such an unidentified plant suddenly appear here?

Ying Feng took out the paper and pencil he always carried with him and quickly sketched the new sprout. As he closed his notebook, he realized that this environment seemed somewhat familiar.

I have always kept it because it is very important to me, but if it means making someone important to me unhappy, between things and people, I would of course choose the latter.

Ying Feng finally remembered—it was here, the place where he had decided to bury the keepsake, beneath the peach tree in the backyard of the church.

…Could it be?

In his bewilderment, Ying Feng noticed some disturbed soil in a corner nearby, as if someone had dug it up and then covered it again.

What now?

He walked over, and just as he squatted down, Xiao Hui nervously followed and sat conspicuously on the suspicious spot.

Ying Feng was almost certain it was Xiao Hui’s doing. Without further ado, he shooed the wolf away and dug up the soil with a shovel to reveal what lay beneath.

Gnawed bones, the desiccated corpse of a mouse, cicada shells, a lump of cloth too decayed to identify…

Ying Feng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. “Did you collect all these?”

The aloof Da Hui’s secret stash was exposed, its head swiveling east and west, unsure of what expression to maintain its aloof demeanor.

“That sprout over there is your doing as well, isn’t it?” Probably not knowing where it found the seed, it buried it in the ground, where it just happened to sprout.

Xiao Hui looked confused, but to Ying Feng, who saw things from a different species’ perspective, that probably indicated a degree of guilt.

“Why are you like a monkey, liking to hoard all sorts of junk?”

Xiao Hui’s eyes brightened for a moment, then dimmed down, its head drooping listlessly.

After blurting out that remark, Ying Feng also fell silent. Man and wolf faced each other wordlessly. A gentle breeze passed by, and the little sprout in the distance swayed its tender young body with the wind.

After a while, Ying Feng reached out and rubbed Xiao Hui’s head.

“Let me help you bury these again.”

Xiao Hui lay dejectedly on the ground, emitting a low whine from deep in its throat.


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