Escape From the Asylum Ch91

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 91

Two more people died in Room 1112.

An old grandmother and her granddaughter died here. Both of them died in a similar manner: their heads covered with nylon bags, their faces beaten beyond recognition, and their limbs tied into bizarre shapes. As for the floor and walls inside the room, they were all painted with inverted pentagrams.

Xiong Fei and Li Yuan seemed to have become Satan’s minions, constantly killing in the human world and sending them to hell to serve the devil.

After the murders, they left Room 1112 and headed for the elevator.

While waiting for the elevator this time, a wound suddenly appeared on Xiong Fei’s neck, and blood spurted out instantly.

Xiong Fei quickly held his head, seemingly trying to prevent it from falling off.

Afterward, the two of them took the elevator and left.

After the two left, the door to Room 1104 opened, and a woman in a red dress came out.

Before leaving, she yelled into the room, “That’s right, what you’ve given me has never been what I wanted!”

Perhaps because she was too angry, the woman stumbled as she walked out. Her high heels slipped off, and she twisted her foot.

The opposite door of room 1103 opened, and a handsome man walked out.

When he saw the woman, he looked at her with a hint of pity.

Meeting his gaze, the woman lowered her head, as if feeling ashamed to be seen by him in her current state.

The man, however, seemed unconcerned. He walked over to help her up, and seeing that she couldn’t walk, he simply carried her to the elevator entrance.

In a seductive tone, he said to her, “Being with the wrong person isn’t your fault. You deserve better.”

The woman blushed and buried her face in his chest.

The elevator doors opened, and the man carried the woman inside. A moment later, both of them had disappeared.

“My god, what the hell is going on here?” He Xiaowei couldn’t help but say.

“I have some guesses. Let’s get on the elevator first.”

Having said this, Zhou Qian took Bai Zhou’s hand and walked forward, pressing the elevator’s up button.

Inside the elevator, the digital display still showed they were on the 9th floor.

Zhou Qian glanced at the number and pressed the button for the 11th floor.

The elevator soon arrived.

Exiting the elevator, Zhou Qian immediately turned left and walked to the end of the corridor.

This time, at the end of the 11th floor corridor, there was only Room 1107.

As for the old room 1108 where a family of three had died, it had once again appeared to be sealed off with cement.

Seeing this, Zhou Qian went to the opposite room 1107 and swiped his key card.

The room was still empty.

However, this room didn’t have the lampshade decorated with swastikas and human skin tattoos, nor the cold towel with ice cubes left by Bai Zhou. Clearly, this wasn’t the room they had originally stayed in.

After a quick look around the room and making some kind of confirmation, Zhou Qian left room 1107.

Unsurprisingly, they encountered the third murder.

This murder took place in Room 1110.

The victims were still a couple. However, this time there were no children at the scene.

The details of this case were somewhat similar to the previous one, where a family of three were the victims, only this time the roles were reversed.

Initially, the husband was alone in room 1110 and was beaten to death by the fat man Li Yuan.

Later, the wife appeared, accompanied by the bald-headed man Xiong Fei.

The wife didn’t immediately enter the room but clung to Xiong Fei’s hand, seemingly reluctant to let go.

“Once I go back… I’ll have so many troubles.”

She sighed. “This vacation with my husband was supposed to mend our relationship. We used to argue about our child all the time, so we thought we’d try traveling alone… but it seems it didn’t work.”

“He’s not like you. You’re so considerate. You’re the best.

“Ah… The thought of seeing his face later makes me uncomfortable.”

Xiong Fei’s expression changed slightly, but only for a moment.

He quickly returned to his usual demeanor and said, “Don’t you want to go back? But if he finds out… maybe you should go back first. We have plenty of time in the future.”

“Yes, yes, I’ll go back now.”

She sighed and approached the door of Room 1113.

Perhaps because she no longer had any feelings for her husband, unlike the victims in the previous cases, when she saw the blood flowing from under the door, her first reaction was not to check on him but to turn and run.

However, this didn’t change her fate.

The moment she turned around, a small hammer raised by Xiong Fei from the side knocked her out.

The door to Room 1113 then opened, and Li Yuan came out. He grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her into the room.

After killing the two individuals and leaving behind a room with a pentagram ritual circle, Xiong Fei and Li Yuan took the elevator and left.

After the two killers departed, the story of the handsome man living in 1103 and the woman in a red dress from 1104 played out again unexpectedly. This time, as if on cue, they both emerged from their respective rooms at almost the same moment. The instant they opened their doors, they exchanged smiles, showing a deep connection. Afterward, they walked hand in hand down the corridor.

“Why do you always wear a red dress when you see me?”

“Because the first time I met you, I was wearing a red dress. I bought many identical ones… I want to commemorate that day.”

“I get it. Every time we meet, it’s as if it’s our first.”

“Yes. Every time I see you… it feels like the first time.”

After a brief conversation, the two entered the elevator and left.

Subsequent to this, Zhou Qian and his two companions didn’t make any moves for the time being.

They went to the public resting area opposite the elevator; Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou sat side by side on a couch, while He Xiaowei sat on a single soft-back chair beside them.

Looking at Zhou Qian, He Xiaowei was the first to ask, “What… What does all this mean?”

Zhou Qian replied, “It was a bit confusing at first. But after watching it a few times, it’s actually not that hard to understand. Even though it seems the man and the woman can see us, and so can Xiong Fei and Li Yuan, and they even talk to us, there’s no substantial interaction between them and us.”

He Xiaowei scratched his head. “So, does this mean… we can treat everything they do as just an animation or cutscene?”

“Yes. As to the real situation, it’s hard to tell. But for now, we can treat it as an animation.” Zhou Qian explained, “The hotel has 12 floors, but now every floor has become the 11th floor. So, my theory is—”

“We’re always on the 11th floor, and the elevator acts as a medium connecting different time spaces. The numbers on the elevator’s panel no longer determine which floor we’re going to, but which time on the 11th floor.”

“That makes sense! But I can’t find a pattern.” He Xiaowei continued, “I met you guys on the 9th floor. But before that, I took the elevator in and out of the 9th floor several times. Every time I got out, the situation on the 11th floor was different!”

What He Xiaowei said makes sense.

The reason Zhou Qian went back to the 11th floor was to check the situation there again.

From his perspective, he entered a strange space when he went down to the lobby to buy something and then returned to the 11th floor.

At that time, he encountered Xiong Fei and Li Yuan, who had “resurrected” and “changed their personalities”.

When he returned to room 1107, the ice cubes and towels were still there.

But now, after he went to the 9th floor and met He Xiaowei and then returned to the 11th floor with him, the items in room 1107 had changed. Although he was back on the 11th floor, the situation was completely different from before.

“Yes. The elevator panel leads to different time spaces, but it’s not fixed. We need to find out the specific pattern. However, we can ascertain one thing— “

Zhou Qian added, “As we previously discussed, for now, we can treat Xiong Fei and Li Yuan’s murder story and the love story between the man and the woman as animations. They’re playing out two entirely different storylines. So, whenever we exit the elevator, we see different parts of these two animations.”

The woman in the red dress had a troubled relationship with her original husband, with marital discord likely being one of the main reasons.

Additionally, for some unknown reason, they didn’t stay at home but lived in the Saiya Hotel. At least the woman in the red dress did. Hence, she had ample opportunities to cheat. And indeed, she fell in love with the man in room 1103 across from her.

Now, as players traverse different floors, they witness fragments of their story—their meeting, getting to know each other, and falling in love.

After hearing Zhou Qian’s explanation, He Xiaowei nodded. “I get it. When we go to different floors, we’re actually watching different parts of their story. But, we only see what’s related to the 11th floor. We don’t know what they did in other parts of Blue Harbor City.”

“Well, about the story of Xiong Fei and Li Yuan, it’s actually quite easy to understand,” Zhou Qian said. “The ‘animations’ we see are actually the system’s way of vividly showing us their methods of killing. So far, from the three cases we’ve seen, their method of killing has always been the same, involving a well-coordinated collaboration. They don’t target individuals who are alone; their targets are always pairs.”

“To kill two people, it would be much easier to use methods like drugging. However, before Xiong Fei and Li Yuan kill, they clearly need to conduct a specific ritual. Not only do they have to physically beat their victims to death, but they also require their victims to recite words swearing loyalty to Satan.”

“So, they can’t use indirect means like drugs; they have to do it bluntly.”

“In such a situation, if both victims are in the room, it might be hard for them to act.”

“Hence, in each case, one killer lures one victim out while the other enters the room to kill the remaining victim.”

In the first case, a family of three was victimized.

It appeared Li Yuan seduced the husband and lured him out.

Thus, it became much easier for Xiong Fei to deal with the wife and daughter alone.

After Xiong Fei finished the act, Li Yuan, timing it perfectly, brought the husband back. Upon his return, he walked into an ambush and was also murdered.

In the second case, the victims were an elderly grandmother and her granddaughter.

The granddaughter was a female athlete. With both present, and a direct approach, the killers might not have had an easy opportunity.

So, Xiong Fei seduced the granddaughter, taking her out on a date, while Li Yuan killed the grandmother left alone in the room.

In the end, the granddaughter was killed upon returning with Xiong Fei.

The third case followed the same logic.

Xiong Fei seduced the wife.

The husband left alone in the room was then killed by Li Yuan.

Finally, Xiong Fei brought the wife back and killed her at the same crime scene.

After a pause, Zhou Qian said, “What I’m wondering now is—if there’s a pattern among the victims of these three cases.”

Bai Zhou took over. “In the first case, the husband had an affair, in the third, the wife did, and in the second…”

He Xiaowei interrupted, “In the second case, I suspect it’s also related to having an affair!”

Zhou Qian asked, “How so?”

He Xiaowei explained, “Didn’t I mention earlier that the system asked me to help an elderly woman downstairs to the lobby? She must be the recent victim. Although she was unrecognizable due to the beating, I recognized her clothes.”

“When I was helping her downstairs, she chatted with me. She mentioned she came to Blue Harbor City to accompany her granddaughter, who was participating in a competition. She mentioned I seemed nice and would have introduced me to her granddaughter if she wasn’t already married.

“So, her granddaughter was married. And if she was out dating Xiong Fei, isn’t that cheating?”

“Hmm… So maybe when the killers choose their targets, it’s related to infidelity.”

Zhou Qian reflected, then self-corrected, “No, if we phrase it that way, the causality is wrong. The decision to target the victims precedes the seduction. It should be said that the victims are primarily those prone to infidelity, possessing a trait of ‘prone to cheating’.”

Take the first case as an example.

Perhaps the husband was already known to be unfaithful and was easily seduced.

The killers targeted this kind of person.

Given the victim’s personality, he was easily lured.

Therefore, one of the killer duo was sent to seduce him, and once successful, they seized the opportunity to kill his wife and even their child. Then, finally, the husband was also killed.

The subsequent cases follow a similar pattern; only the “easy-to-cheat” target switches from male to female.

After hearing Zhou Qian’s explanation, He Xiaowei speculated, “Shh… I might have found a connection between the two storylines! The woman in the red dress also cheated! She’s likely one of the victims!”

Zhou Qian neither agreed nor disagreed; he just listened while shaking his head.

He Xiaowei continued, “But wait. I still don’t get one thing… If the killer hates cheaters, why not just kill the one who cheated? Why kill their family too?”

“This goes into the killer’s specific motive,” Zhou Qian answered. “That’s something we still aren’t clear about.”

“The killer’s motive… Why are the killers Li Yuan and Xiong Fei?”

He Xiaowei pondered, seeming perplexed. “What’s their motive? Oh right—”

“One of the killers seduces and lures the victim out, while the other takes advantage of the isolated victim. I get that. But why Li Yuan… I mean, no offense to heavy people—I’m overweight too. But how can he easily seduce someone’s husband? It doesn’t make sense.”

“And Xiong Fei, to be honest, looks average. Why could he easily lure and seduce a woman?”

After a long silence, Zhou Qian said, “Xiong Fei does indeed look average. But… the man from room 1103 is handsome and charming.”

“Li Yuan is overweight, and being gay is still a minority. So theoretically, he shouldn’t be able to easily seduce men. However, the girl in the red dress is undeniably stunning.”

He Xiaowei gasped. “Wait… are you suggesting…”

Zhou Qian looked at the closed elevator for a moment, then got up and pulled Bai Zhou with him. He pressed the up button on the elevator. “Let’s go. Whether the truth is as I’ve guessed, we might find out after the next ‘animation’.”

One minute later.

Zhou Qian, Bai Zhou, and He Xiaowei arrived on the 12th floor.

Of course, it was only the number “12” displayed on the elevator’s panel.

They left the elevator, but they were still on the 11th floor.

At the end of the left corridor, room 1108 was sealed off with cement.

This time, the incident took place in room 1212.

The deceased were still a couple.

The husband was, as usual, seduced by Li Yuan and wasn’t present as he had a date with her.

Seizing this opportunity, Xiong Fei sneaked into the room and killed the wife.

Later, when the husband returned holding Li Yuan’s hand, he noticed blood under the door. Upon entering to inspect the situation, Xiong Fei suffocated him with a nylon bag.

After the murder and drawing a pentagram, Xiong Fei and Li Yuan took the elevator and left.

Shortly after, a man and a woman appeared.

Unlike their previous passionate encounters or their initial reserved interactions, this time the two ran out from room 1103 where the man was staying.

The tall, handsome man looked furious, striding forward with a stern face.

The woman, still in her red dress, fell to her knees as she ran out, holding onto the man’s leg.

“Please, don’t go! Don’t leave me. What happened today… It was an accident. I don’t know why he came looking for me! We are already divorced!”

“No. On reflection, we were both wrong. You were wrong. I was wrong too.”

“I…I didn’t…”

“No. We are both married. We betrayed our spouses.”

“It’s not like that. He—”

“I heard it, your husband was asking you to come back. What’s wrong with him… Why? Why would he indulge a wrongdoer like you? You’re a sinner. I’m a sinner. He, who led you astray and indulged your mistakes, is also a sinner.”

“We’re all sinners. We should go to hell to atone.”

After saying this, the man shoved the woman aside and tried to leave.

The woman lunged at him again, falling to her knees. The moment her knee hit the ground, it made a loud impact noise, indicating she was probably seriously hurt.

It seemed the man had no pity for her. “We have to atone. We did wrong.”

The woman, breaking down, said, “I… I’ll atone with you. As long as you don’t leave me, anything is fine!”

Hearing this, the man took out a badge from his sleeve and handed it to her.

At this moment, Zhou Qian could clearly see that the design on the badge was an inverted pentagram.

The man said to her, “Then atone with me. We have to repay.”

After saying this, the man took the hand of the woman in the red dress and left with her by elevator.

Watching the elevator doors close again, Zhou Qian said, “Hmm. I’m pretty sure now that my deduction is correct.”

“Not long ago, He Xiaowei said that the woman in the red dress had an affair, so she’s also a victim. This connects two storylines.”

“But as you all saw…”

“The woman in the red dress is likely not a victim. She’s probably one of the killers. That’s the real connection between the two storylines. So—”

“I need to correct something. In Hall C’s serial murder case, there’s more than two killers.”

“The killer related to the swastika and tattoos, without other evidence, is temporarily considered as one person.”

“But in the nylon bag and inverted pentagram serial killings, the real culprits are a man and a woman working together. The male killer lures female victims, and the female killer lures male victims, cooperating in the murders.”

“I think they do this firstly to test if the victims are prone to infidelity or making mistakes; secondly, for the convenience of murder; and thirdly, after killing so many, they turned it into a ritualistic act.”

Zhou Qian concluded, “So… the animation of the man and woman is about how two normal people became killers. Clearly, this girl was brainwashed by the one she had an affair with, joining a Satan-related cult.”

“They stayed in the Saiya Hotel, becoming hunters of the hotel, targeting promiscuous or conflicted individuals.”

“I guess, in the end, they might have died. They killed all they could within their capabilities. Before getting caught by the police, they might have committed suicide. After all, the man just said he was going to hell to atone.”

“These murderers worship Satan, not fearing death. They not only want to go to hell but also send as many servants to Satan as possible before they do.”

“Perhaps they even believe that killing is an achievement. After going to hell, they will be praised by Satan.”

“Anyway… I think the two of them are dead.”

“Their existence, like a process animation, is a hint from the system for us to clear the level.”

“Assuming this place is some alternate dimension, they might have turned into ghosts after death. After becoming ghosts and using someone else’s identity, they reenact the story of their past crimes. This might also be a direct hint from the system.”

“The most crucial hint hidden here is…”

“Ghosts can take on the appearance of our teammates, like the Xiong Fei and Li Yuan we see now.”

“After the male and female killers died and turned into ghosts, these two ghosts appeared as Xiong Fei and Li Yuan, repeatedly enacting the crimes on different floors to different victims.”

“Of course, I still don’t understand what this space is. The actual situation might be much more complicated. After all, after killing, Xiong Fei and Li Yuan greeted us. They have the memories of players.”

“But for now, I can’t find another term to describe this unknown entity, so I’ll just call it a ‘ghost’.”

“How ghosts become players and why they have their memories, I still haven’t figured out. However—”

At this point, Zhou Qian gave He Xiaowei, who stood in the dim corridor light, a meaningful look.

“One thing is certain. There might be many ‘ghosts’ in this space. They can take on the appearance of players, appear beside us, and then potentially look for an opportunity to kill us.”

He continued, “So, the reason I’ve been talking to you for so long, explaining in such detail… is to test whether or not you’re a ‘ghost’.”

He Xiaowei was stunned, then burst out laughing. “Qian’er, are you joking? How could I possibly…”

“Yes, how could Xiaowei be a ghost? We’ve been talking for so long, and I feel that you’re still you. A ‘ghost’ couldn’t possibly imitate so perfectly. So, it’s not possible.”

Zhou Qian smiled, raised Bai Zhou’s arm that he was holding, and then looked at him. “Zhou Ge is also one of us. From now on, it’s better for the three of us to act together so as not to give the ‘ghost’ an opportunity. I guess—”

After a pause, Zhou Qian said, “The exhibition hall designs virtual game instances with a function to explain the killer’s motive. Since this male-female killer duo worship Satan… the exhibition hall might really construct a hell in the game.”

“So, this alternate space is probably something like hell.”

“Now that so many people have died, if they all become ghosts, and subsequently take on the identity of players, then that’s troublesome.”

After Zhou Qian finished speaking, he noticed that Bai Zhou seemed lost in thought, as if unresponsive to his words.

He Xiaowei didn’t say anything for a while either, seemingly deep in thought.

Zhou Qian narrowed his eyes, scratched Bai Zhou’s palm, and then noticed a hint of red fleeting across Bai Zhou’s pupils. It was so brief that it seemed like Zhou Qian’s imagination.

Finally, He Xiaowei spoke up. “Wait, that’s not right—”

“How do they obtain these identities?” He Xiaowei asked with confusion, “The two Hall D players, Li Yuan and Xiong Fei, were killed by the swastika killer and died in reality. Were their souls taken over and possessed by ‘ghosts’? Can I understand it that way?”

“That’s indeed a possibility,” Zhou Qian replied. “Hmm… your thought is quite reliable. If ghosts only change their appearance, that doesn’t explain the memory issue.

“The ghosts imitating Li Yuan and Xiong Fei recognize us and can call out our names… The theory of possession is indeed more plausible. They take over the player’s body and subsequently acquire the related memories of the player.”

Upon hearing this, He Xiaowei patted his chest. “From what you’re saying, there won’t actually be a second me or a second you. If I die in reality, only a ghost could possibly possess me. Right?”

“True. That makes sense.” Zhou Qian pondered. “If there isn’t anything like parallel universes, but just spirits possessing bodies to revive them, then yes, that’s the case.”

“So, what we need to guard against next isn’t one of us! What we should really be wary of are those killed by Xiong Fei and Li Yuan. Who knows when they might start a killing spree against us. But…”

“We don’t have anyone here with the ‘prone to cheating’ characteristic, do we?!”

He Xiaowei scratched his head. “There aren’t even couples here. How does this death condition get triggered?”

Hearing this, Zhou Qian smiled and glanced at Bai Zhou, releasing the hand he was holding.

At this moment, Bai Zhou’s pupils looking at Zhou Qian suddenly deepened, his demeanor drastically different from usual.

Yet Zhou Qian seemed oblivious to any change.

He simply said, “He Xiaowei’s idea is quite accurate. That man and woman are the real culprits behind the serial killings. They have now possessed Li Yuan and Xiong Fei. After finishing the animation and the game hint function, they’ll likely make their move on us. So, based on their analysis—”

“Their targets are always couples. We shouldn’t stay together.”

“So, Zhou Ge—”

Staring into Bai Zhou’s eyes, Zhou Qian emphasized word by word. “Zhou Ge, we need to split up.”

At this very moment, the three were right outside room 1107.

Across from them, room 1108 had turned into a wall again.

As for the situation inside 1107, no one knew.

Bai Zhou’s expression changed dramatically, showing an unprecedented level of seriousness and gloom.

He stared at Zhou Qian without blinking, knocking hard on the door of room 1107. When no one answered, he kicked the door open with force.

Seemingly sensing something was amiss, Zhou Qian’s face changed instantly.

His pupils constricted, and he warily looked at the now unfamiliar Bai Zhou.

Taking a few steps back, he shouted to He Xiaowei, “He Xiaowei, something’s off with him. Run! We need to run! Head to the elevator!”

“Okay, okay, I’m on it…” He Xiaowei turned and ran, heading in the direction of the elevator.

Zhou Qian backed up a few steps, quickly turning to follow He Xiaowei.

The next moment, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Zhou Qian almost cried out, “What’s going on? Who are you?”

Bai Zhou seemed to ignore him.

He gripped Zhou Qian’s wrist tightly with one hand while swiftly wrapping his other arm around Zhou Qian’s waist, quickly pulling him into the room.

Once inside, Bai Zhou didn’t hesitate, swiftly delivering two powerful kicks. The first one slammed the door shut, causing a loud bang. The second kick sent a sofa, along with a coffee table, crashing against the broken door, effectively barricading it.

In the ensuing struggle, Zhou Qian seized a moment to free his wrist and tried to run.

However, without the ability to use any skills, he was no match for Bai Zhou.

Bai Zhou grabbed him by the waist and shockingly threw him onto the bed!

As the back of his head and spine hit the bed, Zhou Qian, disregarding the pain, sprung up from the bed. The next thing he heard was the sound of fabric tearing.

The next moment, his right wrist was gripped, and he was uncontrollably thrown back onto the bed, his wrist then being tied tightly to the bedpost with a strip of torn cloth.

It turned out that Bai Zhou had torn the cloth with one hand while subduing Zhou Qian.

His speed and strength were almost unbelievable!

Struggling to lift his head and glance in the direction of the room door, Zhou Qian’s expression had changed significantly from when he looked at He Xiaowei in the corridor earlier.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Qian looked at Bai Zhou, his voice somewhat heavy. “Zhou Ge, can you hear me? You—”

Bai Zhou didn’t respond but simply lay sideways on the bed, with one arm pulling Zhou Qian into his embrace while staring intently into his eyes.

Bai Zhou looked at Zhou Qian.

Zhou Qian was also gazing at him.

Zhou Qian could clearly see that deep within Bai Zhou’s pitch-black eyes, a faint redness was emerging, as if they were about to bleed.

“Zhou Ge?” Zhou Qian tried calling his name again.

He then felt Bai Zhou tightly grip his hand, the strength almost causing him pain.

Zhou Qian immediately furrowed his brows and then felt Bai Zhou lean in even closer.

Staring at Zhou Qian, Bai Zhou remained silent. His heavy breathing and the rise and fall of his chest conveyed a deep, powerful heartbeat clearly to Zhou Qian, who was very close.

Holding Zhou Qian tighter, Bai Zhou then lifted a hand and gripped the back of Zhou Qian’s head, pulling him even closer. Accompanied by this movement, Bai Zhou leaned forward, gently kissing Zhou Qian’s earring.

After a moment, a loud banging sound came from the door.

Zhou Qian heard another Bai Zhou’s voice from outside.

“Zhou Qian? Are you in there?”

Zhou Qian remained still, just gazing deeply at the Bai Zhou in front of him, who seemed completely off.

Soon after, the door of the room, along with the sofa and coffee table blocking it, was flung open.

The next moment, there was a flash of silver, and a Tang sword, which Zhou Qian was very familiar with, slashed through the air with endless killing intent!


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Full Server First Kill Ch109

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 109: The Second Reward

Countless stories crisscrossed outside the window, but Teest’s gaze was fixed only on Nol.

Teest stood with his back to the light while Nol’s face was slightly upturned, his golden eyes shining brightly in the sunlight.

‘How wonderful,’ Teest thought, having seen himself in the mirror countless times. He had never imagined that the same gold could become so scorching.

[Since you still remember, this is a good time for an answer. That guy still has a long way to go in his painting.] Teest tightened his grip on the back of the chair.

He hadn’t looked forward to something like this in a long time—even the second before he threw the corpse at the doorstep of the Evergreen Church and the bishops discovered it, Teest’s heartbeat hadn’t been this fast.

What kind of reward would Nol, with his personality, offer?

What reward would the Creator of this world give him?

Teest realized that his palms were starting to sweat.

There was a bit more tension in Nol’s smile. He looked straight into Teest’s eyes and finally gave his answer.

[A conclusion you will like,] Nol said slowly and seriously.

[A conclusion?]

[Yes, the conclusion between you and me,] Nol said.

Teest felt somewhat dazed.

He had guessed everything from “mysterious artifacts known only to the Creator” to “special vows” and “love”, but he had never thought in this direction.

Teest was mentally prepared to receive a bag of cookies. But when the blindfold was removed, he found himself standing in a candy house.

[Even if the conclusion is “I betray you first”, or “I want you to stay”.] Even in his mind, Teest still spoke softly. [Is that okay? You really want to give me this? Are you sure?]

The smile on Nol’s face didn’t waver.

[If you betray me first, why should I cling to a traitor?]

He was bathed in light, without any coldness of an undead.

[If you want me to stay, then I will look for a way that allows us to be together,] Nol said.

[Even if there is no such way?] Teest’s question collided with Nol’s unfinished sentence.

[If there isn’t one in the world, I will create it. If you are concerned about empty promises, we can add terms to the marriage contract,] Nol answered decisively.

…This was his treasure.

Through those eyes, Teest finally confirmed this.

There was no need for daily temptation, no need for constant planning. Nol was indeed his—his companion, his puzzle, his private god.

But why didn’t he feel a bit of peace of mind?

Nol seemed completely different from his family—

Teest had thought that if one day his family had to give him up, he wouldn’t object. He was aware of his anomaly and knew they had once “loved” him and had tried for him.

It was a pity for such an ending, but there would be no regrets. It was fine for everyone to live their own lives; there was nothing to care about.

But Nol couldn’t do it.

The moment the treasure was in hand, the fear of loss and emptiness became more pronounced.

[You’ve changed.] Teest clenched his fingers tightly, as if to grasp the invisible “ending”. [You used to have so many concerns.]

[Because I realized I like you more than I thought.] Nol admitted frankly. [This world is too chaotic, with countless problems to solve. I don’t want to dwell on this—if I can’t let go, I must hold on tight.]

[You asked about our relationship. This is my answer.]

Teest fell silent. He instinctively felt he needed to do something yet didn’t know what to do.

The Eternal Church had taught him how to charm hearts but not how to properly preserve “love”. Once the plan succeeded, they would kill or abandon the object of seduction. “Heart-to-heart” was never part of the curriculum.

He felt like he was wearing a nightgown and holding a pillow, suddenly brought to a battlefield of flashing swords and shining armor.

[I haven’t decided on the ending yet. I want to keep it.] The Mad Monk spoke cautiously but couldn’t quite hide a trace of helplessness in his tone.

[Whatever you want,] Nol said. [It’s a gift for you, after all.]

Liking this guy, he hadn’t expected any normal romantic relationship. The Mad Monk blinked; his eyes filled with hundreds of thoughts. Rather than watching Teest go in circles probing, it was better to give him what he pursued.

Teest looked dazed by this gift. He gazed at Nol groggily for a while before finally speaking up.

[If it’s to be written in a marriage contract.] Teest imitated Nol’s tone, speaking seriously. [I’ve also changed some thoughts. It can be added.]

[Before I said I wouldn’t give you my life, loyalty, or love. But I’ve found that I’m more willing to take risks for you than I thought. So, well, my life could be considered.]

[Really?] Nol raised his eyebrows amusingly.

[I have to admit the truth,] Teest replied earnestly. [Among these three, I only have ‘life’ to offer. I did my best.]

[Yes, yes.] Nol couldn’t help but reach out, his fingertips brushing over Teest’s hair.

Teest breathed a sigh of relief, that subtle fear of loss finally suppressed. His gaze swept over Nol’s upturned lips, suddenly yearning for a warm, soft kiss.

Now they were each other’s lord and knight, entrusted with their lives. A close kiss should be okay, right?

A few steps away, the painter put down his brush.

“It’s done, Lord Drake,” he said respectfully. “Please see if there’s anything that needs to be changed.”

Nol stood up, slipping away from Teest’s view.

The knight, too late to kiss, pursed his lips silently. He turned on “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” and followed Nol.

The moment Teest saw the painting, he paused.

In the painting, sunlight poured in through tall windows, making everything incredibly bright.

Nol sat in a high-backed chair, looking at Teest standing beside the chair, the colors so pale they seemed to melt into the sunlight.

Teest, with black hair, stood backlit. His shadow was cast on Nol, the position of his head resting on Nol’s shoulder, like a covert embrace.

The painted Nol smiled tenderly, his eyes full of undisguised soft emotions. And the painted Teest looked down, his gaze focused and fiery, as if burning.

Teest subconsciously touched his eyes.

Strangely, that look was very similar to Nol’s just now.

“How affectionate,” the painter remarked. “You must have seen such a look in your lover’s eyes to reproduce it so realistically.”

“No need to modify this painting.” Nol didn’t pick up the conversation. “Remember your promise. It’s not to be exhibited.”

“Of course! The Blanco family has always valued their reputation. I’ll wrap it in silk cloth right away, and even the servants outside won’t see it,” the painter quickly assured, patting his chest, forgetting his earlier sentiment.

“Ah, and there’s this small sketch.” He hurriedly picked up a small piece of cloth from the easel. “You can take this as a souvenir.”

Nol examined the photo-sized piece of fine cloth. It depicted the same scene as the painting, but in even finer detail. It looked more like a photograph than a painting.

“This was ‘captured’ using magic—not strictly a painting, but it’s easier to preserve,” the painter quickly explained. “If you don’t like it…”

“No, I like it very much.” Nol tucked it into his chest.

Later, when everyone had left, he planned to sew it into the last page of “The Complete Recipe Book”.

[I want one too,] Teest protested at his side.

[Having two would be excessive. “Drake” isn’t the type to collect one and play with another,] Nol rejected mercilessly. [You can look at mine.]

The sound of the saluting cannon outside the window finally diminished, as if someone was giving a speech. Just as the servants were about to move the painting out, an earth-shattering cheer erupted outside.

“Ah, the king’s speech is ending. I must take my leave.” The painter packed his tools in a hurry and rushed out the door.

[After the speech, they’ll scatter gold wheels, silver hooks, and copper coins,] Teest said. [But there’s no need for us to join that crowd.]

The king must have announced the news of “the threat of The Manor being eliminated”. Then—

[You have completed the rare area quest: Monster Manor.]

[You have met the perfect completion conditions for the quest “Monster Manor”: Help Eternal Day City resolve The Manor’s threat; Unravel the mystery of the Lord of The Manor’s power.]

[Quest rewards: Prestige in Eternal Day City [Normal] being calculated; Monetary reward [Normal]; Skill Enhancement Stone [Perfect]; Permanent Land Deed (Small) [Perfect], among other rewards, will be settled with subsequent events.]

By now, both of them were used to such prompts.

[There’s no experience points for this quest,] Teest casually mentioned.

[Since we didn’t kill anyone in The Manor…] Nol paused mid-sentence.

“The system that promotes ‘strengthening oneself through killing’ is in operation. Under such rules, you still expect peace?” The shouts of Zhuang Shuhang surfaced in Nol’s mind again, and he pressed his temples.

They needed to inform Paradise as soon as possible and continue their research.

The heroes of Eternal Day City had to exit the stage.

……

On the silver tray, three items were neatly arranged.

A mountain of gold wheels, two crystal-clear light golden gems, and a small scroll emitting a faint glow.

Standing behind the tray, Eugene stood neatly, smiling.

“This is a token of gratitude from the Temple of Life for you, Mr. Drake,” he said, his eyes burning as he gazed at Nol. “Your performance far exceeded my expectations, and I would like to recommend you as an official Investigation Knight in my personal capacity.”

Just as expected.

Nol remained composed.

[Eugene must have consulted the oracles.]

The true Chosen One, Teest, murmured while draping an arm over Nol’s shoulder. [I bet this guy found nothing and just wants to keep an eye on you… Poor thing. His god completely ignores him.]

[I know all this,] Nol said patiently. [We’ve discussed it before.]

[But saying it again in front of him feels especially good.] Teest, still mindful of Eugene’s sword, obediently hid behind Nol.

Nol suppressed a laugh, his expression slightly twisted.

“I’m sorry, but I must decline,” Nol said. “Drawing a sword for the Goddess is my honor. But even without joining the Investigation Knights, I can still wield my sword for Lady Tilia.”

…As if he was a swordsman.

“I see,” Eugene responded easily, his gaze locked on Nol. “Do you mind telling me the reason?”

Nol sighed deeply, tapping his head impatiently. A glimmer of light passed, and the light golden hue in his hair quietly faded, leaving only moonlight-like silver white.

With white hair and golden eyes, Nol now resembled Teest. Even Eugene narrowed his eyes in a moment of doubt—if not for the significant difference in their features and physique, he might have been confused.

“The people will not accept a ‘White Demon’. It’s one of the reasons why I disguised myself to enter the city.” Nol said gravely, “I have no intention of hiding in front of God, nor do I wish to tarnish God’s glory. Please allow me to continue fighting for God in the shadows.”

Eugene narrowed his eyes. “You…”

“I am a distant relative of the Blanco family. Saving Dia Blanco wasn’t out of sheer altruism,” Nol said. “Now you know the truth.”

Beside him, Teest silently grinned.

Eugene hummed. “You initially said you were going to save an acquaintance…”

“He has gone far away.” Nol added mentally, ‘Hopping away on one leg.’

It wasn’t a topic suitable for elaboration, so Nol swiftly changed the subject. “The two with me…”

“Sadly, Mr. Sean died for the glory of the Goddess. We found his remains in the shallow layers.” Eugene sighed. “Mr. Damori is fine, just a bit shocked. We’ll compensate him well.”

Sean went for revenge. Having no relatives in this world, it was unclear whom the Temple of Life would compensate.

Nol grabbed a handful of gold wheels from the tray, slowly releasing them, clinking in front of Eugene.

“This is my personal gesture for Mr. Sean,” Nol said. “If there’s no one to claim it, buy a bouquet of flowers for me.”

“…I still hope you’ll fight for the Goddess,” Eugene said.

“I also hope to maintain a good relationship with you,” Nol replied calmly. “If the Goddess wills, we shall meet again.”

Eugene pulled out a light green crystal from his pocket and added it to the tray.

“If necessary, you can contact me through this. Of course, I might also ask for your help,” he said. “Regarding the king…”

Nol showed no interest. He packed everything from the tray into his backpack and nodded at Eugene.

“May your life be full of vitality.” Nol turned and left.

“May the Goddess’s light forever shine upon you.” Eugene smiled again.

As the door closed, Eugene’s smile slowly faded.

“You’re letting him go just like that?” A knight listening in couldn’t help but speak.

“He’s a peculiar character. Forcing him might backfire.” Eugene said, “Have someone thoroughly investigate the Eternal Church’s Chosen One, reconfirm theTtemple’s oracles, and uncover this man—since the Goddess has shown him to me, She must have noticed him first.”

“Yes! And about this…”

“Don’t interfere, don’t track. Show as much friendliness as possible,” Eugene instructed. “I have a feeling we’ll meet again.”

Meanwhile.

Not long after leaving, the two found a dark alley and jumped back to the Lost Tower through a ring of fire, leaving no chance for anyone to track them.

Nol set his destination to his own room and almost immediately collapsed onto the bed. Kando lay on the carpet, still fussing over its missing candle tears.

Teest rushed to the desk, delightfully counting the spoils of war—mainly skill enhancement stones and a permanent land deed.

“Why is there only one?” Teest shook the deed scroll.

“Oh, the permanent land deed.” Nol buried his face in the pillow. “You can use it to designate a piece of land and expel all visitors if necessary… This one is a small version, not very valuable. In an emergency, it can be used as a small base, to store some items…”

“Give it to me.” Teest weighed the scroll in his hand.

“Take it if you like. I need to rest for a while… I have to explain the situation to everyone tonight…”

Considering Kando’s recent anomaly, he had to interrogate the candle thoroughly; then, he needed to decide how to use the skill enhancement stones and adapt to the body of a Dracolich. The workload awaiting him was immense.

Teest climbed onto the bed, causing a slight depression at the foot of it.

Nol, too lazy to move, closed his eyes, feeling the weight shift around. Teest’s hand caressed his neck, then his spine. Nol hummed twice, still motionless.

Suddenly, a heat of magic ignited behind him. Nol jerked up, flipping over. “What?”

Before him, Teest held a torn scroll, looking earnest.

“I’m following your teachings, looking for useful loopholes.” Teest tossed the damaged scroll away, grabbed the wary Kando, and placed it on Nol’s shoulder.

“Expel!” Teest cleared his throat.

With a whoosh, Kando instantly flew out, accompanied by a scream of “Are you crazy?!”

Nol: “.…..”

Nol: “You didn’t…”

Teest leaned in satisfactorily, his fingertips brushing Nol’s neck.

“My permanent territory.”

His tone carried a hint of pride. “See, it can also become a shield to protect you.”

Nol gazed into the close golden eyes.

“Thank you.”

He grasped Teest’s shoulders, kissing them. Teest hummed comfortably, relaxing completely.

Sunlight flooded the bed, and the trees of the Black Forest rustled.

‘Thank heavens,’ Nol thought. Now he had a “home” where he could relax completely—at least for tonight, he could sleep without worries, holding the person he liked.

Regardless of the outcome, he loved this moment.

Far away in Eternal Day City, people didn’t notice the hero’s disappearance.

Old Dill brought the oil painting deep into the mansion’s cellar, to a room specifically for storing paintings.

Drake wasn’t the first benefactor whose portrait wasn’t made public. There were hundreds of paintings here.

The temperature and humidity in this room were perfectly adjusted, coupled with enough magic, keeping the paintings vibrant.

The Blanco family was large, with many descendants having some Wilder blood. When members of the Blanco family set out to establish themselves, they often secretly took a benefactor’s portrait to ward off potential misfortune.

Old Dill moved the painting forward, stopping at an empty spot.

There remained faint traces of a hung painting. If he remembered correctly, that painting was gifted to the now-destroyed Flama family. The night the Flama house was destroyed, it was probably taken by the Temple of Life. Who knows if it was destroyed.

Unfortunately, that painting couldn’t avert their disaster.

Speaking of which, who was in that painting? Old Dill furrowed his brows, pondering for a long time, but couldn’t recall. Well, their new painting fit perfectly here—this was the hero of Eternal Day City, sure to dispel the previous painting’s shadow.

The old man bowed slightly to the hero in the painting.

“May you bless the bloodline of the Blanco family,” he said.


The author has something to say:

White Cat Teest: Hmph, I’ll set up a trap to catch my favorite fish!

White Cat Teest: (Busy preparing) (Casting the net finely) (Various temptations)

Fish God Nol: (Struggling) (Contemplating) (Decided)

The cat is still busy with various enticements, only to be swept ashore and caught by the Fish God.


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Escape From the Asylum Ch90

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 90

At that very moment, inside the virtual game lobby.

The gamblers belonging exclusively to Zhou Qian seemed a bit stunned.

A moment later—

“Damn, I think he has a point!”

“Who is this gambler? He’s kind of awesome! Isn’t he here?”

“If he’s not watching here in the lobby, he must be one of those gamblers who’ve been following Qian Ge all along.”

After discussing among themselves, many sent these insights to Zhou Qian.

[I think he’s right. This is terrifying!]

[I agree. Also, hey Qian Ge, it’s our fault for not sending you any alerts earlier as your gamblers.]

[Mainly, we feel we aren’t worthy.]

[Yeah, it’s not that we don’t want to help. It’s just hard for us to keep up with your thought process!]

……

Messages flooded Zhou Qian like a snowstorm.

After glancing at a few, he didn’t seem to mind and just looked back at Bai Zhou beside him.

Bai Zhou, catching his gaze, seemed to pick up on something and asked, “What is it?”

“Nothing, just received some tips from my gamblers,” Zhou Qian replied. “Don’t you Rank God players have gamblers?”

“No,” Bai Zhou shook his head, then questioned Zhou Qian. “What did your gamblers say?”

“It’s nothing. Just things I’d already considered.”

Zhou Qian stared at Bai Zhou for a while, then smiled. “However, there is one gambler who’s been consistently helpful, occasionally sending useful tips my way.”

“Who?”

“Someone I know in reality. He takes care of me in the real world too. Sometimes I feel…” Zhou Qian whispered into Bai Zhou’s ear, “He’s a bit like you.”

Hearing this, Bai Zhou didn’t respond. His expression remained unchanged, but Zhou Qian could feel him gripping his hand tightly and noticed Bai Zhou’s jawline tighten subtly.

After a thoughtful look at Bai Zhou, Zhou Qian smiled again and turned his attention to He Xiaowei, who was bouncing over.

Once He Xiaowei reached Zhou Qian, he took a deep breath. “Damn, Qian’er, I finally saw a familiar face. I think I’m going to cry. Did you notice? This building is terrifying!

“I can’t get out, you know! No matter which floor I press, when I come out, it’s always the 11th floor.”

“Ah… isn’t this like the legendary ghost hitting the wall*?”

*Idiom referring to losing one’s way in a maze-like place and ending up back where one started (AKA going in circles).

Zhou Qian looked at him. “Is it? But I’ve been on the 11th floor this whole time, and I haven’t seen you.”

He Xiaowei responded, “That means there are countless 11th floors! Damn, what is this sorcery… Wuwuwu, and I keep seeing this man and woman. The guy’s pretty handsome, and the girl’s in a red dress. They seem to be acting out a scene.”

Ignoring his ramblings, Zhou Qian asked, “Where’s Hidden Blade?”

“I don’t know. We got separated!” He Xiaowei replied.

“How did you lose him?” Zhou Qian inquired.

He Xiaowei explained, “Soon after we got back to our room, I went to take a shower. When I came out, Hidden Blade was gone. I tried to contact him but found I couldn’t send messages, as if there was no signal.”

“Then I received a system notification for a compulsory task. I went to the hallway and saw an old woman who had fallen. She asked me to help her downstairs. So I did.

“When I came back via the elevator… everything was off. I even knocked on your door at 1107. No one was there!”

From He Xiaowei’s detailed account, it appeared that perhaps everyone was carrying out a compulsory system task. Regardless of the task’s specifics, everyone had one thing in common—they had all been to the first floor and, upon trying to return to their own rooms via the elevator, ended up in a lost space.

Zhou Qian pondered for a moment, intending to ask He Xiaowei for more details, when suddenly there was a commotion from the direction of room 1112.

Without hesitation, Zhou Qian, Bai Zhou, and He Xiaowei quickly approached room 1112 to investigate.

Then they heard a very familiar voice.

It was from the chubby Li Yuan.

From behind the door, he menacingly demanded, “Swear your loyalty to Satan!”

“I don’t know any Satan!”

An old, frail voice responded, “I…I don’t understand what you’re saying!”

Li Yuan: “You don’t need to understand. Just repeat after me, or I’ll kill you right now!”

Presumably under some form of torment, the elderly voice, unable to bear it any longer, coughed loudly a few times before weakly repeating the words, “Fine… I… I will worship Satan—be loyal to Satan!”

“Good! Now go to hell and meet him!”

As Li Yuan’s words fell, the sound of a blunt object striking echoed.

Soon after, the old voice was silenced.

Another murder had taken place right under everyone’s watch.

After this, Li Yuan didn’t immediately exit the room.

As Zhou Qian was speculating whether Li Yuan was drawing an inverted pentagram inside, the elevator door opened.

A man and a woman emerged.

The woman was an NPC that Zhou Qian hadn’t seen before. She appeared strong and athletic, with pronounced muscles—perhaps she was an athlete or something similar. Intimately holding onto her was the bald man, Xiong Fei.

As Xiong Fei walked, he conversed with her. “Do you think your grandma will really accept me?”

“Of course. No problem,” the woman replied.

“Alright then. I was a bit worried. By the way, you’ve been competing for so many days, aren’t you tired?” Xiong Fei asked.

The woman shrugged her shoulders, smiling at Xiong Fei. “Tired, yes. But if I hadn’t come to Blue Harbor City for the boxing match and stayed at the Saiya Hotel, I wouldn’t have bumped into you! It’s fate!”

As she said this, the woman approached the door of room 1112.

The sight of blood seeping out from beneath the door caught her eye, immediately alerting her that something was amiss.

In a panicked rush, she quickly swiped her card, opened the door, and burst inside.

“Grandma! Grandma, are you okay? Are you—”

Before she could finish, Li Yuan, who had been lying in wait inside, lunged out and quickly pulled a nylon bag over her head!


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Qizi Ch134

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 134

“But why does Fei Jing look so much like Ying Feng?” Red Head also raised this question on the spaceship heading to Huoxiu.

“Our appearances are just random collages generated from a database,” Ling Xiao said nonchalantly. “I’ve seen many people with similar faces over the years.”

Red Head covered his face in relief. “Thankfully, I don’t have a common face.”

“That’s because you’re far below average. The system would be embarrassed to lower the average beauty standard that much.”

“How dare you slander someone as handsome as me?”

Red Head was about to grab Ling Xiao by the neck when their quarrel was interrupted by Yu Ji, who was in the pilot’s seat.

“There’s a suspicious signal ahead, likely enemy forces, and quite a few of them.”

Ying Feng also saw the dense cluster of small red dots approaching them on the radar. “Can we avoid them?”

“I’ll try.” As Yu Ji activated the warp engine, he suddenly looked up, and the spaceship, traveling at high speed, braked abruptly. The unprepared passengers nearly fell over.

“What happened?” Bing Can immediately asked after stabilizing himself.

Xiao Hui, in the co-pilot seat, had a clear view. “Someone is completely exposed in space. Is he one of your kind?”

Ling Xiao rushed to the front and took a closer look. “Zhen He?!”

“He’s not Zhen He,” Ying Feng corrected. “He’s just a Lone Star created in the likeness of Zhen He.”

On closer inspection, Ling Xiao saw that the impostor Zhen He’s eyes were identical to those of a Lone Star.

“So, an enemy then?” Red Head, eager for action, rubbed his hands together. “Whoever he is, let me meet him.”

“Don’t be reckless!” Bing Can hadn’t finished warning when Red Head had already disappeared from the cabin. Looking outside, two figures were already locked in combat.

Bing Can shook his head and asked Yu Ji. “What about the enemy?”

“We couldn’t have avoided them anyway.” Delayed by the Zhen He incident, the spaceship would be intercepted before it could accelerate to warp speed.

“Let’s make it a quick battle then.” Bing Can released three soul crystals, activating them one after another. Each activation increased Red Head’s strength and speed by a level. By the time all the soul crystals were effective, Red Head had already improved exponentially from before.

“He’s much stronger than the Lone Stars I’ve encountered before,” Ying Feng observed the battle calmly as he commented on Zhen He.

“But no matter how strong, he can’t compare to a Qizi enhanced by a level ten spiritual soul crystal,” Shuang Feng said admiringly. “A Qizi of that spiritual level is unparalleled in assisting in battle.”

Ling Xiao’s eyes lit up. “If Ying Feng can activate a level ten spiritual soul crystal, then I can do it too.”

“Stay put.” Ying Feng preempted his eagerness.

Yu Ji had already contacted the accompanying Wolf Star allied forces. “Prepare for battle. The enemy is approaching fast.”

“My Thunder Wolf is already ravenous!” Huo Luo’s arrogant voice came through.

“What did he say?” Xiao Hui asked naively.

But no one had time to translate for him. Red Head was beating his opponent back when suddenly, a swarm of black granular substances attacked him, engulfing half of his legs in an instant.

Bing Can quickly recalled Red Head, and the unidentified matter that had just gathered together quickly dispersed again, spreading in the air like a metallic net.

“What is this thing?” Red Head patted his chest, still shaken. “It’s like locusts; scared me to death.”

“It’s Ant Soldiers, a semi-biochemical, semi-mechanical weapon recently developed by the Interstellar Peacekeeping Force.”

The others were surprised by Ying Feng’s comment. “You spend your days holed up in the church tending to flowers, and you know so much?”

Wolf Star’s mechs were already firing fiercely against the Ant Soldiers. A large number of Ant Soldiers were burned to death, but even more swarmed over. Bing Can, who had carried out missions related to this organization, knew more about them.

“The Interstellar Peacekeeping Force, under the guise of galaxy police, has been plundering resources and eliminating dissidents on low-security planets for years. They’ve long coveted our genes, trying every means to capture our kind alive. The hefty bounties from underground trading organizations are their doing.”

In the short time he explained, Ant Soldiers gradually latched onto their spaceship, their view slowly obscured by dense black spots, almost blinding them.

“If this continues, we won’t see anything.” Yu Ji was practically driving blind.

Right after he said this, a burst of dense laser beams swept uniformly from the front, instantly scorching a batch of Ant Soldiers and triggering the ship’s attack alarm.

Yu Ji skillfully rotated twice, shaking off the Ant Soldiers’ corpses, and turned off the alarm while shaking his head. Sure enough, when their view cleared, Huo Luo’s Thunder Wolf’s laser emitter was directly aimed at them, thankfully mitigated by cannon fodder, causing minimal damage to the ship.

“I’m worried about our allies’ overly unrestrained fighting style.” Bing Can sighed.

The spaceship kept accelerating, trying to shake off the pesky trouble, but the sharp-eyed Ling Xiao noticed something.

“Did you notice, their target is only us. They don’t react to anyone else.”

With his reminder, everyone indeed noticed that no matter how the Wolf Star troops attacked them, they couldn’t attract the Ant Soldiers’ hostility. All the Ant Soldiers were tacitly tracking the same target, their spaceship.

“It seems they really are targeting us…” Bing Can’s words were cut off by a violent hit from the left, and Zhen He’s figure flashed into view.

“The small ones are troublesome enough, and now there’s a big one. He’s really fast.”

“This won’t do. I’ll give it a try.” Yu Ji handed over the piloting controls to Shuang Feng and leaped out. The Ant Soldiers, sensing their target, madly rushed towards him. Yu Ji calmly raised his hands and rhythmically tapped a few points in the air, his movements as graceful as if playing some instrument.

“What is he doing?” Ling Xiao was astonished to see the charging Ant Soldiers stop abruptly, the closest one only a centimeter from Yu Ji.

“He’s imitating the language of ants. Since they are biochemical weapons, they must retain some biological instincts,” Shuang Feng explained, piloting the ship not too far away, but circling the opponent.

Yu Ji’s wrist flicked deftly, suddenly pointing aggressively to one side. The bewitched Ant Soldiers immediately changed direction. Zhen He, not far away, was engulfed in an instant, the swarm enveloping him layer by layer, eventually forming a disgusting, spike-covered sphere.

“Well done!” Ling Xiao blurted out.

But Yu Ji returned to Shuang Feng’s side with a troubled face. “I feel like I might have done something wrong.”

“No, look.” Ying Feng interrupted him.

The spike ball, which had seemed so sturdy, exploded apart again. Zhen He, who was engulfed, appeared unharmed, with the Ant Soldiers causing him no damage.

“I guess they didn’t like the taste,” Ling Xiao said.

“Zhen He is one of our kind, and the Peacekeeping Force created this breed to target us, yet they don’t react to Zhen He, who is also one of us.”

“There are two possibilities.” Ying Feng analyzed, “One is that the Peacekeeping Force hasn’t yet had time to include the newly emerged Lone Stars as targets, and the other is that they are only interested in us who possess intelligence.”

“That makes sense.” Xiao Hui naively added, “If there are two communication devices, one an outdated brick phone and the other a new smartphone, I’d also want the new one.”

Ling Xiao earnestly educated him. “How can you look down on brick phones? Brick phones have long battery life, signal everywhere, and most importantly, you can crack walnuts with a brick phone. I used a brick phone in my past life. Have you ever seen me despise it?”

Xiao Hui: “…”

How would I know about your past life!

Yu Ji sighed in relief. “Good thing they didn’t want it. Whether it’s the Lone Star or us, we can’t let more people get a hold of us.”

“We’re approaching the stargate. Crossing it should help us shake them off.” Shuang Feng increased the speed, and the spaceship, with a magnificent tail, sped towards the stargate. The Wolf Star troops followed closely, continuously shooting down the Ant Soldiers tailing them. Only Zhen He, lacking in persistence, gradually fell behind.

“The situation doesn’t look good. Why do I feel like their numbers are increasing?”

Red Head’s concern was proven right. The surviving Ant Soldiers, amidst the Wolf Star’s gunfire, rapidly laid dark insect eggs in space, which quickly hatched and grew, ready for battle in an incredibly short time.

“This is the most disgusting enemy I’ve ever seen. Why doesn’t the Universal Environmental Protection Committee clean them up?” Ling Xiao expressed his disgust.

“They’re reproducing too fast. We’re losing control!” It was rare for Huo Luo to show weakness.

“I’m also helpless against this number,” Yu Ji said helplessly. “I can’t ensure that all the Ant Soldiers see my commands, but if this continues, the ship’s energy won’t be sufficient to maintain.”

“It looks like I have to go out again.”

“I’m going too!” Ling Xiao quickly said.

This time Ying Feng didn’t stop him and handed him a headset. “Wear this, so you can communicate in space.”

Red Head and Ling Xiao exited the cabin one after another, faced with countless black dots swarming towards them.

“Ready?” The two joined hands.

“Of course!”

The perceptive Huo Luo, seeing their action, quickly ordered, “Everyone, clear out!”

All the Wolf Star mechs quickly retreated, and in the space they cleared, a tornado-like phantom appeared in the absolute vacuum, sucking in all the Ant Soldiers that charged into it, disappearing without a trace.

The accompanying Wolf Star people were dumbfounded. “How, how did they do that?”

“Tsk tsk,” Huo Luo, leisurely watching from the side, clicked his tongue. “That’s why I least want to face the Tianxiu people.”

As the vortex grew larger, thousands of Ant Soldiers rushed into it like moths to a flame, gradually forming a rapidly spinning helix. Two figures shot out from the center of the vortex, using a massive circular shield to capture their spoils.

“I need some insecticide!” Ling Xiao yelled.

Shuang Feng appeared from somewhere, pressing his palm against the outside of the shield. Soon, from the point of contact, a large number of transparent crystals rapidly formed. The crystals spread wildly inside, solidifying upon contact with the Ant Soldiers. The two substances mixed and compressed against each other, eventually filling the entire space. The black corpses and transparent particles intertwined, forming a patchy surface that looked like a mini planet from afar.

“It’s easier to clean up such large trash.” Ling Xiao kicked their joint creation, which then drifted away in the opposite direction of the initial force.

“It’s going to become a satellite, huh!” Ling Xiao waved in the direction it drifted away.

Red Head looked at him with disdain. “Have you ever seen such a small satellite? And one made of bugs at that.”

“Don’t relax. We’re not done cleaning up yet.” Shuang Feng prepared for battle against another wave of approaching Ant Soldiers.

“Looks like there’s nothing left for us to do, right?” One of the Wolf Star warriors asked through the communicator.

“Who knows.” Huo Luo scratched his neck, and the Thunder Wolf scratched its ear. “Let’s play cards for now.”

“My soul crystals are almost used up,” Red Head was about to ask Ling Xiao for some when he looked up and saw an unwelcome guest hidden in the swarm of Ant Soldiers behind him. “Watch out!”

A shield appeared behind Ling Xiao, completely blocking an attack from the right rear.

“Wow,” Ling Xiao let out a relieved exclamation, turning to face Zhen He, who had caught up. Ying Feng had just blocked an attack for him.

“Thanks,” he thanked casually through the mic, and then complained about Zhen He. “Why are you so persistent?”

Zhen He, devoid of any human emotion in his eyes, neither heard nor responded but relentlessly attacked Ling Xiao. Just like Ying Feng said, he really wasn’t an ordinary Lone Star. In a one-on-one fight, Ling Xiao might not stand a chance.

But Ling Xiao was full of confidence, as he wasn’t fighting alone. The power surged endlessly from within him, and the energy he received from Ying Feng was fully unleashed on Zhen He.

“You are indeed strong. You must have killed a powerful companion to gain such strength, right?”

Ling Xiao’s punches grew stronger and faster, and Zhen He, who was previously able to parry, gradually became unable to do anything but passively receive hits.

Ling Xiao spoke with each punch and kick. “But, the power obtained in this way, is not at all, something to be, happy about!”

With a flying kick, Zhen He was sent flying far away. “Weapon!” Ling Xiao shouted.

His arm was wrapped in layers of metal pieces, complex and precise parts forming part of a launcher. Ling Xiao clasped his hands together, aimed in the direction Zhen He was kicked, and fired a blue-glowing missile that hit its target squarely.

“Cool!” Even he couldn’t help but praise himself.

“Stop showing off and come help!” Red Head, exhausted by the countless Ant Soldiers and nearly out of soul crystals, called out. Shuang Feng was fighting enemies on another front, and the Wolf Star mech troops had re-engaged in battle.

“Coming!” Just as Ling Xiao was about to head over, he was unexpectedly intercepted again by the badly injured Zhen He.

“You…” Ling Xiao looked at him with a bit of pity. “If you keep fighting, you’ll die!”

“He can’t hear you!” Red Head shouted.

“That’s what Lone Stars are,” Shuang Feng said, taking a breath after wiping out a wave of enemies. “Unaware of pain or fatigue, they fight till the last moment, as long as they’re alive.”

Suddenly, Yu Ji’s anxious voice came through the earpiece. “Ling Xiao, come back quickly! Something’s wrong with Ying Feng!”

“What’s wrong?” Ling Xiao panicked, realizing why he hadn’t felt Ying Feng’s assistance recently.

“I don’t know. Bing Can is giving him emergency treatment. His temperature is dangerously high!”

Ling Xiao, no longer interested in fighting, tried to teleport back but was repeatedly interrupted by Zhen He, who seemed to have entered a berserk state due to his severe injuries, becoming very difficult to handle.

“You go back first. I’ll handle this!” Red Head came to help him intercept Zhen He, with the Ant Soldiers relentlessly pursuing them.

“But…”

“Stop talking, just go!” Red Head pushed him, and with that force, Ling Xiao bounced several meters away, only a step from their spaceship.

“Qian Si!” Shuang Feng’s shout startled Ling Xiao, who turned to see Red Head hit by something unknown in his spine, reeling back in pain, his face twisted in agony. The suppressed groan was still loud enough to startle Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao’s soul crystal froze in his hand, torn between rushing to Ying Feng and going back to rescue Red Head. Shuang Feng, Huo Luo, and others were rushing towards Red Head. Ling Xiao glanced at the mechs passing by and, with a grit of his teeth, jumped back onto the spaceship.

“Red Head is in danger! How is Ying Feng?” He landed and immediately asked.

Without needing Yu Ji to explain, he saw Ying Feng leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, his face alarmingly red. Bing Can, with glowing hands, was fully focused on treating Ying Feng, ignoring Ling Xiao’s question.

“Ever since he used the soul crystal on you, he’s been like this. We suspect it’s the virus in his body!” Yu Ji pushed Xiao Hui into the pilot’s seat. “I’m going out to help!”

Xiao Hui, unable to fight outside the ship like the others, piloted the spaceship, closely monitoring every move outside while keeping an eye on Ying Feng’s condition.

Ling Xiao rushed to Ying Feng’s side, interlocking his fingers over Ying Feng’s head. Moments later, a faint golden light appeared around them. Ying Feng’s high temperature alarmed him. Ling Xiao continuously offered his spiritual power until Ying Feng’s eyes slowly opened.

Fu Yao’s projection appeared on the communication device. “We’ve resolved the situation on our end. How about you?”

“Things aren’t great here.” Xiao Hui made room. “Ying Feng passed out. Ling Xiao and Bing Can are treating him… Eh? Where’s Bing Can?”

Bing Can had vanished the moment Ying Feng was out of danger. Ling Xiao was equally anxious but couldn’t leave Ying Feng behind.

A signal from the base was patched through, showing Yu Quan’s worried face.

“I’ve monitored Ying Feng’s condition; it’s extremely unstable. What happened?”

“He just used a soul crystal, but he seems better now.”

“Yes.” Yu Quan closely monitored the data. “His temperature is steadily dropping. I didn’t expect this. The virus seems more severe than we thought. He must not use his mental powers again.”

Ling Xiao, exhausted, slumped to one side. Ying Feng’s complexion gradually returned to normal. Xiao Hui looked back and forth.

“Ying Feng is okay now, but…”

He stared ahead, his mouth agape in shock.

“But what?” Fu Yao pressed.

Ling Xiao, already weakened, struggled to stand upon seeing the same scene, staggering forward.

In the battlefield he had just left, a gigantic, spike-covered sphere floated silently, nearly ten times larger than the one that had trapped Zhen He. All the Ant Soldiers had gathered to form this abhorrent object. The Wolf Star mechs, led by Thunder Wolf, continuously attacked it from a distance, unable to make even the slightest dent. Its constituents seemed lifeless but were indestructible.

“Red Head… Red Head!” Ling Xiao blurted out.

“Red Head is inside!” Xiao Hui also shouted.

Ling Xiao clenched his right hand, but nothing happened. Opening his palm, he saw the intact soul crystal. His mental power had been depleted in his recent efforts.

Just as he was about to leave through the hatch, he was forcefully held back. Turning, he saw Ying Feng, who had been on the brink of death moments ago.

“Red Head is trapped in there!” Ling Xiao, worried about his companion, disregarded his own condition.

“You can’t even activate basic oxygen supply. Going out now is suicide.” Ying Feng pointed out sharply.

Ling Xiao was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly thought, “Bing Can! Recall Red Head!”

“Can’t do it.” A low voice came through the earpiece. “The sphere is completely isolated inside and out. Yu Ji and I, even together, can’t break it.”

“This thing is specifically designed against you,” Huo Luo said furiously. “Ordinary weapons are useless against it.”

“What do we do!” Ling Xiao said anxiously. “Are we just going to let them take Red Head?”

“Wait a minute! Look!” Xiao Hui pointed ahead, excitedly.

The seemingly indestructible sphere suddenly cracked. The cracks widened and deepened, and the power that had been brewing inside burst forth, shattering the sphere. Red Head, with bloodshot eyes, leaped out.

“Hahaha, it’s Red Head! He used Ember! He came out by himself!”

Ling Xiao didn’t know how to express his joy, gripping Ying Feng’s arm, almost jumping up. He was too excited to notice Ying Feng’s subtle sigh of relief.

“Remember to purify!” he shouted, regardless of whether his reminder was needed or not.

Bing Can grabbed Red Head, who had just escaped, and kissed him fiercely, ignoring the others. Red Head’s eyes gradually cleared, and he responded passionately, showcasing a dramatic reunion after escaping death in space.

“Don’t do this.” Xiao Hui shyly covered his eyes. “I’m still a virgin wolf.”


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Qizi Ch133

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 133

Hearing his name called by the other, Ling Xiao pointed to himself in surprise. “You know me?”

“Don’t you remember me?” The man approached, laughing and clapping Ling Xiao on the back. “I’m Huo Luo.”

“Huo Luo?” Ling Xiao still felt the name was unfamiliar.

Thankfully, Ying Feng clarified for him, “He’s Luoluo.”

“Luoluo?!” Ling Xiao’s voice rose an octave. “You’re Luoluo?”

He looked Huo Luo up and down in disbelief. “How did you grow so much?”

Huo Luo, already taller than Ling Xiao, crossed his arms. “You think you’ve only been gone a few days? I’ve grown up a long time ago. Now I’m the Wolf King of the entire tribe!”

His eyes sparkled with the distinctive gleam of the people from Wolf Star, and his kingly demeanor confirmed his words. Ling Xiao felt happy for him but also regretted not witnessing everyone’s growth over the years.

“You’re the Wolf King. What about Ying Feng?”

“Ying Feng retired many years ago. His successor stepped down two years later and went traveling with his love. Apparently, it was you who forcefully paired them up. Remember?”

Ling Xiao certainly remembered; he had a deep impression of the black and white wolf pair. “They really got together? And what about Shachi Bo?”

“He’s so old, he’s reverted to his beast form and will return to Mother Earth any day now. I rushed over as soon as I got Ying Feng’s message that you were back. He also asked Thunder Wolf to send his regards.”

“Thunder Wolf?”

Huo Luo stepped aside, and the mech wolf he had been piloting lifted its right rear leg and scratched behind its ear as if to greet them.

“Thunder Wolf now belongs to me. I combined it with my previous main mech. Doesn’t it look more imposing now combined?”

Indeed, Ling Xiao had to admit he wasn’t sure he could take it down with a single strike anymore.

Huo Luo continued proudly, “I’ve heard about the situation in Tianxiu, so I brought my subordinates to see if we can help. Our tribe is no longer the small thousand-person tribe you saw back then. We’re now a powerful nation with millions of members, part of the joint government, and have a say in the affairs of Wolf Star, thanks in no small part to Ying Feng’s efforts.”

Ling Xiao looked back at Ying Feng; pride evident in his eyes.

“We do need your help right now.” Ying Feng briefly recapped the situation.

“No problem.” Huo Luo slapped his chest. “The last 800 EAU distance for Ying Feng, leave it to me.”

“But the relationship between Wolf Star and Tianxiu…” Ling Xiao was a bit confused.

“Tianxiu revoked Wolf Star’s subjugated star status a few years ago. In fact, they’ve been maintaining mutually beneficial cooperation for even longer. Wolf Star is now our ally.”

“That’s right.” Huo Luo confirmed Ying Feng’s words. “If you go to Wolf Star now, no one will throw chicken legs at you anymore.”

“That’s something only you would do.”

Ling Xiao, feeling relieved, suddenly remembered there was a Wolf Star person in his own family. “Right, let me introduce someone to you.”

He gestured to Xiao Hui. “Come here!”

The humanoid Xiaohui ran over, and Ling Xiao proudly gestured. “This is my Xiao Hui.”

“Hey, just call me Huo Luo.” Huo Luo greeted Xiao Hui, ready to perform a Wolf Star greeting ritual, but Xiao Hui just stood there, clueless about his intentions. Ling Xiao, seeing Xiao Hui’s nonresponse, suddenly realized, “Oh no! Can Xiaohui understand the Wolf Star language?”

A cold wind blew, complementing Xiao Hui’s confused expression and making everyone realize Ling Xiao’s concern.

“Quick, give him a chip!” Ling Xiao exclaimed.

“You idiot.” Red Head smacked him on the back of his head. “Can Wolf Star people even implant chips?”

Rubbing his head, Ling Xiao was frustrated. “Then what do we do? Starting from scratch to learn a language is hard.”

Having learned ancient Tianxiu language himself, he could help but complain to Ying Feng. “How could you raise a child without teaching them their mother tongue?”

“I didn’t know he was human even later than you did,” Ying Feng replied coolly, leaving Ling Xiao to laugh awkwardly.

“No problem, we have another innate universal language.” Huo Luo transformed into a majestic male wolf, his brown-black fur gleaming. He howled, and Xiao Hui, understanding, also transformed into a wolf and happily howled back.

“Now that the final escort problem is resolved, shall we start planning?” Yu Quan inquired.

“I’m ready.” Ying Feng nodded.

After a few seconds of thought, Fu Yao agreed. “There’s no time to waste. Since it’s decided, let’s proceed quickly.”

While Ying Feng left with Yu Quan, Red Head pulled Ling Xiao aside.

“What are you dragging me over here for?” Ling Xiao was suspicious of Red Head’s secretive behavior.

“What do you think? You didn’t tell me about the stone earlier,” Red Head complained. “Even if we rush to the museum now, we probably won’t make it.”

Ling Xiao watched him pick and examine each stone on the ground. If dissatisfied, he’d throw it away and continue. This behavior looked very familiar to him.

“Are you carving a remembrance stone?”

“Yeah.” Red Head held one in each hand, asking him, “Which one’s better?”

“The left one.”

“Come here.” Red Head threw the one in his right hand away and sat down with Ling Xiao, pulling out a dagger. “How do you write those few characters?”

Ling Xiao, having carved many times, knew it by heart and wrote it on the ground. Red Head clumsily tried to mimic his strokes on the stone.

“Ah, that’s wrong. That stroke doesn’t bend like that.” Ling Xiao, unable to watch, tried to take over and correct it.

“Go away.” Red Head quickly leaned to protect his work. “I want to carve it for my little angel myself. Don’t mess it up.”

“You’re writing it wrong!”

“That’s my style!” The two bickered until Red Head finished his crooked carving.

“How’s this?” He proudly showed his masterpiece to Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao smirked. “Probably only Bing Can won’t mind.”

“He’s going to love it.” Red Head looked down, fondly rubbing the stone. “I really hope he gets it.”

Ling Xiao, ready to tease Red Head, suddenly couldn’t utter a word. After a brief emotional moment, Red Head was back to his usual self.

“Here, keep this for me,” he said, handing Ling Xiao the remembrance stone.

“Why give it to me?” Ling Xiao didn’t understand.

“In case I don’t come back, remember to send it out for me.”

Ling Xiao struggled to find words, finally blurting out, “Are you stupid?”

“Heh heh.” Red Head warmly draped his arm around Ling Xiao’s neck. “They must be done by now. Let’s go.”

Ling Xiao, with the heavy memory stone in his waistband, joined Yu Ji and the others to reach the departure point. Ying Feng, Fu Yao, Nie Yun, and everyone from the military department, who showed no visible change, were waiting there. The Wolf Star people returned to their vehicles, circling above the base.

Nie Yun handed three orange syringes to Ling Xiao, Red Head, and Shuang Feng, but not to the others. “This is Ember II. Ling Xiao, you must be familiar with it,” Fu Yao teased.

Ling Xiao, a bit embarrassed to receive it, couldn’t forget it; in some ways, it was also the “culprit” that brought him and Ying Feng together.

Fu Yao continued, “The side effects of Ember II can be 70% neutralized by the saliva of a Qizhu, but it should still be used cautiously. As for the Qizhus, the medical conditions you’ll encounter aren’t sufficient to counteract its effects, so we haven’t prepared it for you.”

The three solemnly pocketed the syringes. Nie Yun added, “We’ve contacted Tai Ruo for support at Huoxiu. Once Ying Feng interfaces with their mainframe, we can briefly control it. We’ve timed it; once this process is completed, Ying Feng will be at his physical limit.”

“Understood,” Ling Xiao said determinedly. “I’ll seize the moment and bring Ying Feng back safely.”

Fu Yao nodded, his gaze sweeping over each of the six faces one last time. “Ying Feng, Ling Xiao…”

“Here!”

“…Bing Can, Qian Si, Yu Ji, Shuang Feng…”

Each name was followed by a strong response.

“Are you ready?”

The six stood in a row, answering in unison, “Ready!”

Fu Yao took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, “I wish you success.”

“With our souls as witness!”

Fu Yao stepped back, standing shoulder to shoulder with Nie Yun.

“Salute!”

Everyone saluted in unison. After returning the salute, Ling Xiao and the others boarded the spacecraft to Huoxiu. As the spacecraft slowly ascended, the soldiers below maintained their salute, watching the heroes depart. As the spacecraft rose higher, the figures on the ground shrank. The Wolf Star troops tactfully followed, surrounding them at a distance.

Ling Xiao and Ying Feng finally had a moment alone.

“What’s it like to be a human bomb?”

Ying Feng answered by holding Ling Xiao’s hand, letting him feel his warmth.

“You’re warmer than before.” Ling Xiao couldn’t help rubbing his hands, showing his true emotions for the first time since departure.

“Other species call this phenomenon a fever, a bodily mechanism to fight viruses,” Ying Feng explained, his scholarly habits intact.

“Thank you for not stopping me.” Ling Xiao didn’t want to dampen Ying Feng’s spirits and quickly gathered his sadness, speaking lightheartedly.

“You didn’t stop me either,” Ying Feng replied.

“Because I’m a Qizi you trust with your back,” Ling Xiao confidently said.

He stopped joking, gazing intently at the person in front of him. “I won’t let you dissipate in the cosmos.”

Ying Feng, seeing his reflection in those light gray yet bright eyes, replied, “I believe you.”

“They’ve already departed,” reported “Zhen He” expressionlessly on another warship to Zhu Yue.

“Who’s following them?”

“Only the people from Wolf Star.”

Zhu Yue sneered. “Have they fallen so low as to seek help from other races?”

“Enough.” He waved dismissively. “Go meet them… No, wait in ambush midway, just in case. But I doubt they’ll make it there.”

“Yes.” “Zhen He” left to carry out the orders, while Ying Feng, as expected, encountered the guests they had been waiting for.

Zhu Yue, leading the remaining forces of Huoxiu, intercepted Ying Feng and his team en route.

“I thought we wouldn’t meet again,” said Zhu Yue, connecting to the video communication of Ying Feng’s ship. After scanning the cabin and not finding the person he was looking for, he asked, “But where did Ling Xiao go?”

“To complete our plan, I alone am enough,” Ying Feng replied casually.

“I didn’t expect you’d actually go to your death willingly. But you probably didn’t expect that not all our people were dispatched,” Zhu Yue gloated. “Sadly for you, your plan has been leaked. You’ll probably never reach Huoxiu, and our plan has already commenced.”

He spread his arms, self-indulgent. “Soon, in this universe, you’ll no longer be alone.”

Ying Feng remained composed. “It’s because I anticipated you might still have some power left that I intentionally leaked our plan. Of course, I won’t reach Huoxiu because my destination is here.”

Zhu Yue, not getting the reaction he expected, found it dull. His smile faded, allowing him to better observe Ying Feng.

“You’re not wearing sunglasses anymore, but gloves? Your taste in clothing sure has changed.”

“Yes.” Ying Feng slowly curled one corner of his mouth. “Who says it hasn’t?”

Zhu Yue’s smile disappeared completely at this unfamiliar expression. “You’re not Ying Feng! Who are you?” He demanded, suddenly tense.

“Someone who’s eager to teach you a lesson with this hand.” Fei Jing casually removed his glove, revealing a sleek black mechanical hand, and clenched it menacingly.

Zhu Yue looked around alertly as warships bearing the Tianxiu military emblem started to decloak, surrounding the Huoxiu forces from all directions, outnumbering them several times over, trapping them like a net. Escape seemed impossible.

On the communication screen, Fei Jing disdainfully shifted aside. “Catching you was a task I could’ve handled alone, but an old friend insisted on seeing you, so I brought him along.”

Zhu Yue’s eyes widened as he saw the person descending the lift, blurting out in disbelief, “Principal?”

Ta Yun joined Fei Jing, his gaze regretfully meeting Zhu Yue’s. “I never expected we’d meet again under these circumstances. Your actions after leaving Bikong have deeply disappointed me. I need to reflect on my failure in education.”

“For a student as unruly as you,” Fei Jing smirked mischievously. “I’ll have to educate you on behalf of your principal.”

Zhu Yue angrily slammed the table. “Where’s the real Ying Feng?”

Fei Jing pointed upward with his metallic finger. “Look up.”

Zhu Yue looked up immediately, seeing dozens of Wolf Star mechs escorting a ship identical to Fei Jing’s speeding overhead towards Huoxiu, quickly becoming distant.

Fei Jing pressed the communication button. “The obstacle here is cleared. The rest is up to you.”

“Much appreciated,” came Ying Feng’s voice.

“Godspeed.”

Zhu Yue, realizing escape was futile, suddenly burst into hysterical laughter, his voice eerily distorted.

“What are you laughing at?” Fei Jing asked displeased.

“Do you think they’ll reach Huoxiu unobstructed after this?” Zhu Yue stopped laughing, grinding his teeth. “You’re naive. Tianxiu has made enemies all over the galaxy. Who knows how many are waiting for them ahead? Thinking you can safely deliver Ying Feng to Huoxiu is a fantasy!”

“Then let’s let you witness our dream coming true.” Fei Jing gazed in the direction Ying Feng had departed. “Looking so much like me, you better not embarrass me.”


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Qizi Ch132

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 132

Every person witnessed this iconic moment through the screen, and amidst countless blessings, only one person harbored resentment.

Light flickered on Zhu Yue’s face, casting his sullen eyes in an even more sinister light.

“Why is it that those I painstakingly tried to separate end up together, while what I desperately sought to keep leaves me alone?”

In the camera’s view, the two were tightly embracing, their companions joyfully making a fuss around them. This was a stark contrast to the despair and pain Zhu Yue had envisioned for Tianxiu’s doomsday. He had carefully manipulated the descendants of the ancient Tianxiu people, but this wasn’t the outcome he desired.

Amid the cheers and encouragement, Zhu Yue’s hand slowly moved towards a button to establish communication. He hadn’t wanted to make this decision, but now he had changed his mind.

“If that’s the case… it’s time for these usurpers to feel the wrath of the original masters of this land.”

The jubilant post-war interview was interrupted by an urgent encrypted communication request, and Fu Yao and the others returned to the temporary command center set up at the base. They saw an alien with red eyes on the communication screen.

“He claims to be from Huoxiu.” The communicator distributed Huoxiu language chips to everyone present. “And he has urgent matters to discuss with our Marshal.”

Huoxiu? It was Tianxiu’s biggest enemy at the moment. With skepticism, everyone implanted the chips, curious to hear what this likely descendant of the ancient Tianxiu people had to say. “Are you the current highest leader of Tianxiu?” The Huoxiu man looked doubtfully at Fu Yao, who was noticeably shorter than the others.

Fu Yao, unaware of the other party’s origins, replied curtly, “You contacted us. What do you want to say?”

The person on the other end immediately straightened up nervously. “Just now, I overheard my brother communicating with someone. They are planning to develop new higher-intelligence life forms on the existing Lone Stars.”

The people, who had only recently learned about the origins of the Tianxiu people, immediately became alert.

“Your brother?” Fu Yao asked with a frown.

“His name is Tai Er, and I’m Tai Ruo. Our ancestors come from Tianxiu, and the codes for the Lone Star have always been safeguarded by our family.”

Tai Ruo swallowed hard, continuing, “We were ignorant of our family’s history until my brother rescued an ancient Tianxiu person claiming to be our kin from space, who then deceived him into using the codes left by our ancestors.”

“Our ancestors left a mandate: under no circumstances should Lone Stars be created on our own initiative. My brother’s plan faced opposition domestically, but he persisted, and now he wants to escalate his research into intelligent life. This was a lesson our ancestors repeatedly emphasized, which I didn’t understand until I heard from Zhu Yue about the rise and fall of the ancient Tianxiu people. Only then did I realize the significance of our ancestors’ actions.”

“Now that you know the truth, you understand that we were responsible for the demise of the ancient Tianxiu people. Why contact the very people responsible for your species’ extinction?” Fu Yao asked.

“Because that’s all history now! History has happened and can’t be changed.” Tai Ruo leaned anxiously on the console. “But we can’t let the mistakes of history repeat themselves! I heard their conversation. Zhu Yue said our genes have changed significantly and implanting them into the Lone Stars poses even greater risks. He’s now urging my brother to participate in the experiment personally, as his genes are closest to the ancient Tianxiu. But I don’t trust that guy at all. I’m very worried about my brother’s safety! Please, you must stop him. Only you can do it!”

His earnest expression was utterly sincere, showing no sign of deception, and the Tianxiu people, initially half-doubtful, gradually began to believe him.

“We have received your message, and we will discuss how to proceed. That’s all for now.” Fu Yao ended the communication, and the screen went black.

Nie Yun immediately said, “I think he’s telling the truth. That kind of nervousness and concern doesn’t seem feigned.”

“We always thought that by patiently waiting, we could reclaim their souls, but that seems too naive now. The enemy will never give us time to wait; we must take the initiative. But,” Fu Yao pondered, “even if what he says is true, how can we stop it? We can’t even reach the range of Huoxiu…”

“Not everyone is out of reach.” Yu Quan stood up. “Although lacking soul traction is a trait of the Lone Stars, among our remaining people, everyone has a unique constitution. Huoxiu is 800 EAU beyond our set limit, but perhaps this distance can be overcome by someone among us with a special constitution.”

“But what good is it to find such a one-in-a-million person? What can one person do?”

“They can bring our ‘Trojan Horse’ there.”

“Trojan Horse?” No one present had heard of this term.

“I know this term is unfamiliar to everyone. It’s a powerful virus program discovered on another planet, sometimes used to refer to all viruses,” Yu Quan explained, entering several keys on the main console. “Our bodies are immune to biological viruses, but the base’s computer can be invaded by viruses in another sense. To prevent this, the base is constantly protected, and we’ve mastered many Trojan Horse technologies.”

He demonstrated a simulation program on the computer. “This is the most powerful Trojan Horse program we’ve discovered to date. It can give the virus planter control over the entire system of the base. With our capabilities, we can intercept this virus, but Huoxiu, just having acquired the Lone Stars, certainly can’t have such advanced firewall technology.”

“With such a program, we just need to remotely implant it into the enemy’s mainframe,” Nie Yun said excitedly. “What does this have to do with the person you mentioned?”

“The difficulty lies here. Due to its nature, this program can’t be stored in any medium or transmitted over the network.” Yu Quan showed an old news article. “The developer of this virus is Chang Jiang. You might not recognize the name, but as the founder of Tianyuan Network, he is well-known. Chang Jiang once used this virus to paralyze the Genetic Center’s computer system for nearly a day. Unfortunately, he was reborn soon after his arrest, and his motives remain unknown. This remained a highly confidential matter until long after his rebirth.”

“Xing Lou…” Ling Xiao looked at the photo on the screen, and a feeling of déjà vu flashed across his face.

Only Ying Feng, who was closest to him, heard it. “What did you say?”

“He’s Xing Lou,” Ling Xiao confirmed again. “I’m certain it’s him. If he did this, it must be related to Yue Ying.”

“That makes sense,” Heng He interjected. “After I took over the Genetic Center, I also reviewed the records from that period. I found that during that time, Yue Ying’s computer mainframe suffered a severe malfunction and had to enlist the help of a civilian computer expert to resolve it. That expert was Chang Jiang.”

Yu Quan nodded. “That malfunction allowed Chang Jiang frequent access to the Genetic Center. Despite this, the center was very cautious with him, not allowing him to bring anything in or out. No one expected he would use his own body to carry the virus.”

“His body?” Everyone was shocked. “Yes, that’s the uniqueness of this virus; it can only use a human body as a carrier for transfer. Thus, it also gained the nickname ‘Human Bomb’ in the research process. Those implanted with this code don’t live long, which is exactly what led to Chang Jiang’s death. Although it’s been a long time, Chang Jiang’s expertise in computers remains unrivaled, and no other Trojan Horse program has surpassed it to this day.”

After he finished speaking, the scene maintained a silence as deep as a pool until Fu Yao threw a stone into it.

“I think everyone understands now. Whether this plan succeeds or fails, its executor is destined to sacrifice, dying in a place like Huoxiu with no chance for their soul to return,” Yu Quan said with downcast eyes. “That’s why I didn’t mention it earlier. The chance of success is hard to predict, but the probability of death is a hundred percent. Even if we find someone suitable, it’s understandable if they refuse to go.”

The silence continued for a few more seconds, then Fu Yao said, “But let’s try it anyway. Maybe it’s me.” Nie Yun immediately said, “Maybe it’s me.”

“Maybe it’s me too!” Ling Xiao didn’t want to be left behind.

“You just got back. Stay put,” Red Head scolded him, then quickly added, “Maybe it’s me.”

Fu Yao made a stop gesture. “Let’s not fight over this. Start by selecting from the remaining people in the military.”

Yu Quan activated the program, and the profiles of the surviving soldiers were displayed, with hundreds of data points flickering rapidly on the screen, dazzling the onlookers. Everyone held their breath, trying to spot their own names amid the dense data, but no suitable candidate was found by the end of the search.

Fu Yao frowned. “Broaden the criteria. Continue searching in all departments related to the military—logistics, medical, base, genetic center.” Yu Quan did so, but hope was dashed again. Even he sighed. “This was a possibility. After all, people with special physiques are extremely rare, and we just lost a group of elites.” Seeing Fu Yao’s silent, pursed lips, he asked without much hope, “Should we search among the civilians?”

Fu Yao, almost ready to give up, replied, “Let’s try.”

With a much larger civilian population, several computers worked simultaneously, processing high-speed data. As time ticked by, one computer suddenly beeped.

“What does this mean?” Fuyao asked immediately.

Yu Quan, somewhat incredulous, replied, “We have a match.”

He quickly switched to the profile, and everyone, upon seeing the photo, simultaneously turned to look at a particular person in the room, realizing they had overlooked this extraordinary individual among the civilians.

Ling Xiao realized, “The Lone Star has no soul traction. Its reincarnation is less affected by the soul traction than ordinary people. How did I not think of this?”

The chosen Ying Feng calmly said, “I’ll go.”

“Ling Xiao just got back!” Red Head raised his voice.

“Unless you can find someone more suitable than me among the remaining civilians.”

Red Head fell silent.

“I’ll go too!” Ling Xiao’s voice drew everyone’s attention to him.

“What are you going for?” Fu Yao asked.

Ling Xiao confidently declared, “If there’s one person who can bring Ying Feng back, it’s me.”

Fu Yao exchanged a complicated look with Nie Yun, undecided.

“If that’s the case, I’ll go too.”

The third person to volunteer was Bing Can.

“The journey from here to Huoxiu is long. Although I can’t make it that far, I can at least escort them part of the way.”

“How could I not join when my Qizhu is involved,” Red Head said nonchalantly, raising his hand. “Count me in too.”

“I’ve always regretted not having the chance to fight alongside Ling Xiao and Ying Feng,” Yu Ji said with a smile. “So please let me join.”

“It’s ‘us’,” Shuang Feng corrected him.

The former partners from the Joint Operations Department stood together again, volunteering for a common cause. Fu Yao looked over their faces one by one. They were all excellent students he had personally trained, and he knew no one was more suited for this mission than them.

“Even if you can escort Ying Feng to Huangxiu, the critical part is the next 800 EAU. Just because Ying Feng can break through this limit doesn’t mean his abilities won’t be limited. He will weaken as the distance increases. Have you thought about how to solve this?”

Ying Feng, who had been silent since initially speaking up, suddenly said, “Reinforcements are coming.”

Everyone looked and indeed saw several black dots approaching on the surveillance screen. Their speed was so fast, they almost arrived simultaneously as they stepped out of the hall. Leading them was a large and formidable mech wolf, which landed beautifully with a roll from mid-air, then howled skyward.

The chest hatch of the mech wolf opened, and a tall, burly man jumped down, striding towards Ling Xiao and the others with a commanding presence. He wore clothes made of beast fur, completely out of place with the style of the Tianxiu people, and his exposed, muscular body was covered with tattoos. People dressed similarly, apparently his subordinates, followed him, and soon the ground was filled with various mechs and flying vehicles.

Ling Xiao didn’t recognize the newcomer, but the man, upon seeing Ling Xiao, greeted him with an excited lift of his chin.

“Yo! Ling Xiao!”


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Qizi Ch131

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 131

When Ling Xiao appeared at the base, Red Head’s expression immediately became very strange. He tried hard to hold back, but eventually couldn’t resist turning his face away. Even so, he was still uncomfortable and finally buried his head in Bing Can’s back, so Ling Xiao couldn’t see his face. Bing Can, who was initially fine, was also infected by Red Head’s actions and couldn’t help but smirk.

Ling Xiao finally couldn’t stand it anymore. “If you want to laugh, just laugh! Don’t make yourself sick holding it in!”

“Pfft. Hahahaha—” Red Head burst into a series of hearty laughter almost immediately. Laughing so heartily on the second day of the nation’s crisis seemed quite inappropriate, but he just couldn’t control himself.

His laughter was infectious, and the expressions of others present varied. Nie Yun, being of a milder temperament, was more restrained, while Fu Yao and Fei Jing seemed almost to be reveling in schadenfreude. Ling Xiao knew it would turn out like this and kept telling himself that, as someone who had seen thousands of years, he shouldn’t stoop to their level. But seeing Red Head laugh until tears came out, Ling Xiao still felt the urge to strangle him.

Red Head, unable to contain his laughter, collapsed on Bing Can’s shoulder. A history that was oppressive and heavy, but anything involving Ling Xiao somehow had the effect of turning tragedy into comedy.

“Speaking of which,” Red Head finally stopped laughing, “so the founding Marshal was Ying Feng’s first life. We even went to the museum to admire you during our time in Lion Academy.”

“Don’t just casually use the word ‘admire’, okay?” Ling Xiao scorned him.

“The news has spread faster than I thought. By now, everyone must know about this.” Nie Yun was still worried. “I wonder how the public is reacting.”

Fu Yao’s subordinate quickly brought the first-hand report.

“Report to the Marshal and Deputy; there’s good news and… uh, ordinary news.”

“Start with the important one.”

“Many people have voluntarily signed up to join the military, wanting to serve the country.”

“That’s good news,” Fu Yao agreed. “And the ordinary news?”

“The portion of the populace not signing up for the military is now… rushing to shop.”

“Shopping?” Fuyao was baffled, then realized, “Because of the war, are they stockpiling supplies?”

“No.” The subordinate wiped the sweat from his forehead. “After the news was released, a large number of people flooded into the history museum to buy ‘remembrance stones’, and the number is continuously increasing. The museum entrance is now jam-packed, and the curator… is asking for your advice on whether to dispatch troops to maintain order.”

Everyone: “……”

“We’re busy reconstructing the base. There’s no manpower to spare, so let him deal with it himself.” Fu Yao bluntly refused the request, and the subordinate quickly left to relay his words.

“Yesterday was a day of national crisis; is today Valentine’s Day or something?” Red Head regretted not going earlier to grab a piece himself. “Unknowingly, Ling Xiao, you’ve started an industry.”

Ling Xiao felt wronged. “But I haven’t made a single penny from it.”

“At least you’ve boosted consumer spending,” Fu Yao said, sounding more sarcastic than complimentary.

As the group walked toward the great hall, Red Head asked, “Ling Xiao, now that you’re back, are you going to continue jumping to future time points?”

“I don’t know. At least I don’t feel like disappearing now,” Ling Xiao answered honestly. “But my wish has been fulfilled, and I have no more concerns. It would be nice to see what the future looks like.”

Ying Feng glanced at him but said nothing.

“Hey.” Ling Xiao poked Ying Feng quietly when no one else was paying attention. “What if I time-travel again?”

“Then I’ll carve stones for you,” Ying Feng replied without hesitation. “I’ll carve one every year, and you can dig them out and sell them in every era you visit. Eventually, you’ll also have a lot of money.”

“I like that idea.” Ling Xiao chuckled. “You better not forget.”

Reporters covering the post-war situation immediately approached them for a statement from the newly appointed Marshal. Fu Yao looked directly into the camera with an intense gaze. “The day that just passed was the darkest day in Tianxiu’s history. The audio-visual records distributed to everyone must have overturned everyone’s understanding.”

“But we are the Tianxiu people, the masters of this land for four thousand years. We possess thoughts, wisdom, and emotions no different from ordinary people. Once we have all these, we are no longer machines controlled by others.”

“Loyalty, bravery, fearlessness of sacrifice—these qualities we were endowed with have become an ingrained part of our genes, accompanying our growth for thousands of years, and will never fade.”

Behind him, people were busily repairing the most important building for the Tianxiu people. On their faces, there was no sign of the despair of a destroyed homeland, only a spirited determination for the future.

“I believe our compatriots will not be defeated by any difficulty. As long as our souls are still shining, our spirit will never be extinguished.”

Fu Yao lifted his head. Though his stature was small, his image was towering.

“Regardless of who created us, we will be the masters of our own fate. No matter who wants to destroy us, we have the courage to fight to the end, never retreating.”

The cameramen were so moved they almost wanted to drop their equipment to applaud him. The reporter then asked a few more questions of public interest before turning the microphone to Ling Xiao.

“As the only person who has witnessed four thousand years of Tianxiu’s history, do you have anything to say?”

“Um…” Ling Xiao, usually quick-witted, was at a loss for words in front of the camera. “My true thoughts have already been expressed in the previously uploaded footage. I’m glad that through my experiences, I could restore the truth of history…”

He inadvertently glanced at Ying Feng beside him and suddenly had a thought. “I also hope that in the future, our fledglings can be properly educated about the significance of the coming-of-age ceremony. When we are reborn and become fledglings again, we can live without lies. I look forward to that day.”

“So what about you?” After learning that Ying Feng was the reincarnation of the founding Marshal, the reporter even used a respectful tone. “Do you have anything to say to your Qizi in this life?”

Knowing that Ying Feng wasn’t good with words, Red Head and the others were waiting to see him stumble. Ling Xiao, feeling sympathetic, stepped in for him. “Aren’t you here for post-war coverage? Asking such personal questions isn’t very appropriate.”

“It’s precisely because the atmosphere is so oppressive that we need to find some positive topics to give people confidence,” the reporter replied confidently.

To everyone’s surprise, Ying Feng, described as “not good with words”, silently took out a small box from his left breast pocket. The cameraman, with keen eyes, immediately gave a 360-degree close-up of the object in his hand.

Ling Xiao suddenly felt nervous and whispered to Ying Feng in a voice others couldn’t hear, “Hey, we’re alive.”

Ying Feng casually acknowledged his reminder but still lifted the silver metal box to his eyes and slid his thumb across it, opening the lid.

The people around gasped in surprise, and even the reporter was too excited to know how to continue. The only person who could still speak and burst into laughter was Red Head.

“Ying Feng, the ring you chose is so outdated! That’s a style from decades ago. I can’t believe you still found it!”

“Because I bought it the day before you disappeared.” Ying Feng gently took out the ring, deemed outdated by Red Head. “That day was our first anniversary of forming our bond. I originally planned to rush back to give it to you… I wish I could have returned a bit earlier.”

Ling Xiao was overwhelmed, his vision filled with the small ring. He hadn’t expected Ying Feng to remember the day of their bond, especially since it wasn’t a particularly happy occasion for either of them.

Broadcast via satellite into homes across the planet, under the witness of all its inhabitants, Ying Feng lifted Ling Xiao’s hand and solemnly slid the ring onto his ring finger.

“After so many years, I can finally put this ring on your finger myself.”

Ling Xiao’s eyes wanted to cry, but his mouth wanted to smile. He foolishly gazed at his left hand, feeling unreal as if in a dream.

Even Red Head couldn’t help feeling emotional.

“Forming a bond before dating, consummating the marriage before proposing—truly the most unconventional couple I know,” he said mockingly while wiping his eyes. “I was wrong. I will never again say Ying Feng isn’t good with words. Actions are indeed much more powerful than words.”

Seeing the two standing there foolishly, he led the crowd in chanting. “Kiss!”

Encouraged by the crowd, Ling Xiao took a step forward. They didn’t kiss but hugged each other tightly instead. Their souls that had been exchanged through lifetimes were now inseparable once more.

On a day that should have been for remembrance and sorrow, happiness spread as smiles on everyone’s faces, passing on indefinitely. It brought a ray of hope to this planet that had just suffered a great blow, like the dawn after darkness.


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Escape From the Asylum Ch89

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 89

The disappearance of the ring had a plausible explanation: another guest staying here had come out after hearing the quarrel and picked up the ring from the floor.

However, the room that should have been empty but wasn’t not only made this event inexplicable but also added a layer of mystery to the disappearance of the ring.

Zhou Qian immediately had an idea about what was going on. He grabbed Bai Zhou’s hand and bit the back of it fiercely, leaving a deep bite mark.

Afterwards, Zhou Qian extended the back of his own hand to Bai Zhou. “Come on, bite me too.”

Bai Zhou obviously understood Zhou Qian’s intention. He took Zhou Qian’s hand, but instead of biting the back, he gently bit the index finger, leaving a slightly bloody mark.

The reason Zhou Qian did this was, of course, to take precautions.

Having witnessed the strange phenomenon before him, he had a subtle hunch. Although he knew his guess might not be correct, it was always good to be prepared.

After biting Bai Zhou’s hand, when Zhou Qian tried to communicate with him through a private chat tool, he discovered the tool was unusable. This development seemed to align with his suspicions.

As for the secret hidden within the exhibition hall, before entering Hall C, Zhou Qian had a guess: different exhibition rooms corresponded to different points in time, suggesting that the exhibition hall could potentially connect to different time periods.

Analyzing from a game design perspective, if one considered the entire exhibition hall as a large instance and each virtual game within as small instances, hiding various secrets of the larger instance within the smaller ones was a common game design approach.

Zhou Qian and He Xiaowei had played in Halls A and B, but the information these two revealed was very limited and had no mention of “time connectivity”. Hence, the now more challenging Hall C might be linked to the concept of time.

Given this, when they returned to the 11th floor and witnessed a series of abnormalities, Zhou Qian’s first reaction was that they had been transported back to the 11th floor many years ago.

Since the concept of “time” was in play, there could be a parallel timeline trick at work. Zhou Qian was concerned that another version of himself and Bai Zhou might exist in this “past” space, which was why he marked their hands with bites.

What Zhou Qian thought of, Bai Zhou immediately realized as well. He tightly held Zhou Qian’s hand and said in a low but certain voice, “We’ll stick together.”

By now, more and more blood was flowing from room 1108. The woman’s screams grew fainter and eventually disappeared. The sounds of beating stopped briefly, presumably because the woman had died.

But after about 30 seconds, the beating sounds resumed. This time, instead of a woman’s cries, it was a child. The child, not as resilient as an adult, didn’t cry for long before falling silent.

Horrific brutality was taking place just beyond the door, its sounds causing Zhou Qian to frown deeply. Then he heard the “ding” of an elevator door opening. Looking towards the elevator, he saw two men walk out.

One man, an NPC Zhou Qian didn’t recognize, was dressed in a suit with oiled hair, appearing quite respectable. The other was the fat player from Hall D, who, by all accounts, should have been dead.

The reappearance of a supposedly dead player made Zhou Qian wonder: did this instance involve parallel timelines? Were the same group of “budget travelers” staying in the hotel from years past?

As Zhou Qian pondered this, he noticed something else. The fat man was walking effeminately, holding the hand of the man beside him.

They seemed intimate, even sharing a kiss once out of the elevator. But shortly after, the suited man quickly let go of the fat man’s hand, as if afraid of being caught in an illicit affair. The fat man stepped back, keeping a considerable distance.

The suited man walked straight down the corridor, passing Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou, and stopped in front of room 1108. He obviously noticed the blood seeping out.

Panicking, he hurriedly used his keycard to open the door. But the moment he did, he was met with a nylon hood.

His head was quickly covered, the door was shut, and a ruthless male voice demanded, “Swear to me—”

The suited man pleaded, “I swear! Please let me go! I’ll swear to anything!”

The aggressor demanded, “Swear that you will worship Satan and be forever loyal to him!”

The suited man responded in sheer terror, “I s-swear, I’ll worship Satan and be forever loyal to him!”

The response to him was a swift and powerful blow.

“Very well, I give you this opportunity! Now, I’ll send you to hell to serve! You’re going to be a loyal servant of Satan!”

After the malicious words, another quick and intense blow was heard.

After a while, the room became silent again, indicating that the man in the suit was probably dead.

However, the killer inside didn’t leave immediately. It seemed he was still doing something in the room.

By the time he emerged, three minutes had passed.

Three minutes later, holding a baseball bat, a man pushed open the door of room 1108 and entered the corridor.

After a few steps, he stopped, turned his head, and looked at Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou.

His baseball bat was covered in blood, and droplets of blood also adorned his forehead, nose, and face.

With a bloody, eerie smile on his lips, his bloodshot eyes squinted slightly, and he said in an incredibly hoarse voice, “Bai Zhou, Zhou Qian. Hello… I hope you’ll join me in serving Satan.”

Hearing this, Zhou Qian tried to read his data and the chubby man beside him through the system panel and, surprisingly, could get information about them as players—

The man with the shaved head holding the baseball bat, who had just killed someone in the room, was called Xiong Fei. The chubby man was called Li Yuan.

Through Xiong Fei’s words, Zhou Qian realized that they still recognized him.

But their personalities had drastically changed.

Li Yuan, the chubby man, gave Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou a glance that was somewhere between a smile and a smirk.

Xiong Fei picked up the baseball bat again and naturally draped his arm around Li Yuan’s.

The two turned around and headed towards the elevator.

Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou exchanged glances and went to room 1108.

The door was wide open, revealing three dead bodies inside: a man, a woman, and a young girl.

All three had nylon bags over their heads, their faces brutally beaten, and their organs damaged to varying extents.

As for the walls and floor, they were smeared with inverted pentagrams in fresh blood.

A family of three died in room 1108 on some date. The room was sealed with cement, and the room number was removed.

Later, the other rooms in this corridor were renumbered.

The room known as 1108 was no longer this one but was on the other side of the corridor near the elevator.

Years later, Zhou Qian and a group of tourists checked in here.

This should be the sequence of events.

Initially, Zhou Qian thought he had traveled through time, returning to the scene of the crime before room 1108 was sealed with cement.

However, if it was just time travel, they shouldn’t have met Xiong Fei and Li Yuan.

Zhou Qian hypothesized that there existed two parallel timelines, “past” and “present”.

In both timelines, eleven budget tourists checked into the Saiya Hotel.

However, if this were true, Xiong Fei and Li Yuan shouldn’t have changed so dramatically.

Thus, it seemed that the concept of time travel alone couldn’t explain the situation.

Why Xiong Fei and Li Yuan, both supposedly dead, appeared in a timeline that resembled the “past”; why Li Yuan appeared to have turned into a woman, leaning against the man in the suit as they emerged from the elevator… These questions remained to be answered as they continued further.

Zhou Qian pondered seriously for a while, then opened the system panel to check. “Can’t send messages to He Xiaowei. The system has a new restriction.”

Bai Zhou, holding Zhou Qian’s hand, led him back to the corridor. “There’s so much blood here. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Zhou Qian replied, catching something out of the corner of his eye and looking towards the elevator.

He noticed that Xiong Fei and Li Yuan were still standing by the elevator doors, probably because someone on another floor had pressed the elevator button, and it hadn’t returned to their floor.

While waiting, Li Yuan raised his head, yawned, and, to everyone’s shock, his head dropped to the floor.

His head was rather bouncy, as it bounced a few times before settling.

Li Yuan’s headless body seemed to panic and clutch onto Xiong Fei’s arm.

Shortly after, a huge wound opened up on Li Yuan’s neck, gushing blood.

Xiong Fei patted him on the shoulder, picked up his head, and placed it back onto Li Yuan’s neck.

The wound on Li Yuan’s neck vanished, and his head was securely in place. With Xiong Fei’s support, Li Yuan stood up.

Finally, the elevator arrived. The two, hand in hand, entered it and left.

Zhou Qian stared at the closed elevator doors for a moment, then walked with Bai Zhou to the room opposite the crime scene 1108. The door of this room still bore the number 1107.

Not long ago, Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou were eavesdropping behind this door. They wondered if the door they had listened at was still the same now.

Taking out the room card, Zhou Qian tried swiping it. With a “click”, the door actually opened. No one was inside, and everything was as he remembered from his last visit. Even the towel filled with ice cubes that Bai Zhou had used to soothe Zhou Qian’s injury was still there.

Upon seeing the towel, Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou exchanged a knowing look. Both had the same thought and left room 1107 together, heading in unison towards room 1109.

That room should have been occupied by He Xiaowei and Hidden Blade. If they hadn’t left, they might still be inside.

Bai Zhou pulled Zhou Qian behind him with his left hand and, with his right, held his Tang sword, knocking on the door with its hilt. However, no one answered. It seemed the two were indeed not there.

Zhou Qian had suspected this. With all the noise in the corridor, if they were inside, they would have responded.

After a brief consideration, as Zhou Qian was about to suggest they check another floor, suddenly, the door of room 1104 opened.

Not long ago, there had been an argument in room 1104 between a couple, ending with the wife being pushed out into the corridor.

A man from room 1103 soon joined her, and they were openly affectionate, even asking Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou to buy condoms. Now, from the same room 1104, a woman in a red dress identical to the previous one emerged.

The first time Zhou Qian saw her, she was on the corridor floor, looking very upset, until she saw the man from 1103, and then her mood lifted.

Her expression now was quite different. She seemed less than pleased but was not despondent. Her eyes and expressions were free from malice. After leaving room 1104, she headed for the elevator, walking lightly, showing she was in a relatively good mood.

As the woman in red waited for the elevator, suddenly, the door to room 1103 opened, and a man came out. This was the same man who had asked Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou to buy him condoms earlier.

Previously, he and the woman in the red dress couldn’t keep their hands off each other in the corridor. Now, they seemed like strangers. The man quietly approached the elevator and waited with the woman. When their eyes met, they just nodded as a polite greeting.

After a while, the elevator door opened, and the two entered, one after the other. Zhou Qian, exchanging glances with Bai Zhou, followed the two NPCs into the elevator.

The entire corridor was silent as a church. Except for the man and woman, there seemed to be no other NPCs around, and the whereabouts of the other players were unknown. Given the inability to forcibly break into all the rooms for the time being, Zhou Qian speculated that exploring this floor further would yield no new findings. Thus, he decided to take the elevator and assess the situation on another floor.

Inside the elevator, upon seeing Bai Zhou and Zhou Qian, the man and woman looked up at the two of them. They both took a few steps back, almost pressing their backs against the elevator wall, evidently making space for the newcomers. Following suit, Zhou Qian, holding onto Bai Zhou, entered the elevator and casually pressed the button for the 9th floor. No other floor numbers lit up on the elevator’s digital panel.

It appeared that the man and woman hadn’t selected any floors.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, Zhou Qian asked, “Which floor are you heading to? Shall I press it for you?” Turning his head around after posing the question, he found the space behind him empty.

The man and woman had vanished out of thin air!

Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou exchanged glances, remaining silent. The grip they had on each other tightened just a tad more.

The elevator quickly descended to the 9th floor. As they stepped out, they noticed that the entire corridor—from the ceiling to the sofa and tables in the lounge area across from the elevator—all of the furnishings were identical to those on the 11th floor.

Having a certain hunch, Zhou Qian, still holding onto Bai Zhou, headed straight to the end of the corridor.

As suspected, where there should have been a room, there was instead a wall. On the other side of this wall was a door with the number “1107” on it.

It was clear that they were still on the 11th floor.

Zhou Qian was about to frown when he heard a voice exclaim, “Qian’er! Damn! Finally, I see a familiar face!”

Recognizing the all-too-familiar voice, Zhou Qian turned around to see He Xiaowei rushing towards him.

At that moment, his wrist vibrated. Zhou Qian received several messages from Li Xuehai—

[The elevator might now be a medium leading to different spaces.]

[Something’s not right here. The teammates you see might not be the actual teammates, like this He Xiaowei. Also…]

[Given your intelligence, I probably don’t need to remind you. But I’ve noticed that your relationship with Bai Zhou is special, and he might deceive you.]

[So, I still want to remind you. Don’t forget, earlier, when you were showering in the room, he went down on the elevator by himself to ask the front desk for ice cubes. Have you ever thought…]

[Maybe the one who returned isn’t the real Bai Zhou?]


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Full Server First Kill Ch108

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 108: Hero’s Portrait

The castle fell. The anti-magic crystal lost its effectiveness, and large chunks of debris rained from the sky.

Eugene immediately slowed the falling debris, finally creating a way out for the three trapped at the bottom of the stone platform. The moment they escaped the terrifying chasm, Knight Marion immediately knelt on one knee to thank the Goddess, while Damori sat down on the ground, gasping like a depleted dog.

Eugene stood on the edge of the cliff, so close to the chasm that half a step further would cause him to lose his balance. Explosions continued within the chasm, with corruption smoke furiously erupting, passing over his pale golden protective shield.

“Captain!” Marion called out to him.

“The castle wouldn’t collapse on its own, knight.” Amidst the roaring wind, Eugene stood firm. “You take Mr. Damori back first and report the situation. I will witness this to the end.”

“But—” The explosion and wind scattered the knight’s shouts.

At the edge of the cliff, Eugene turned back, giving her a warm smile. “God wants us to witness.”

The nearby corruption was thick, and the soil was already showing the color of rotten blood. Marion tried to support Damori, who could barely stand up.

Damori looked at Eugene with a complicated gaze, coughing hard. “Um, earlier… I said many disrespectful things. I didn’t expect…”

“The Captain won’t mind,” Marion whispered softly.

“No, it’s my insincerity towards God.” Damori hung his head. “I was favored by the Goddess to witness all this. I-I want to stay, as a sign of repentance.”

Marion looked helplessly at Eugene, who didn’t turn back but nodded.

“God will see your faithfulness,” Eugene declared loudly.

Damori then relaxed, continuing to sit collapsed on the grass. An ominous tremor came from deep within the ground. The night grew deep, and the castle crumbled layer by layer before his eyes, leaving only vague silhouettes.

At this distance, they couldn’t see clearly—on one of the particularly large silhouettes, something was moving.

In the blood pool, half a body propped itself up, struggling to regain “combat power”.

High Priest Fischer’s wound ignited with blue fire, the two halves of his body self-adhering. The blood on the ground slowly flowed back into his body through the wound.

“May everything be eternal.”

Fischer sighed faintly.

As a Supplement Demon, he wasn’t a complete undead creature. Having obtained the “immortality” trait from an undead monster, it could only take effect once.

“Such unilateral decision-making, worthy of being the Chosen One by our God.”

He leaned towards the abyss, drawing a circle on his chest. “For true eternity, I must bring you…”

He suddenly became dazed in the middle of speaking. “I must bring you… bring you…”

Fischer covered his face, his eyes trembling amidst the blue flames through his fingers. A bizarre sense of chaos rampaged through his mind, as if cursed.

His pupils trembled, weakly kneeling back to the ground.

Speaking of which, among the high priests of the Eternal Church, Fischer Reginald was quite unique.

If Teest had heard his title rather than his real name, he would never have asked such a question as “How are you sure it’s me?”

This man successfully merged many monsters, but his specialty wasn’t in combat but in strange auxiliary skills. Among them, his most famous and bizarre ability became his title—

[Eye of the Storm]

Whenever Fischer decided to participate in something, he always got involved in the whirlpool of fate with this ability.

After getting involved, “Eye of the Storm” couldn’t affect the event itself. But it always allowed him to be lucky enough to get into the core of the event, knowing the entire development and changes.

The importance of information was no less than combat ability, and magic related to fate was rare.

In the past decades, High Priest Fischer never doubted divine grace—the Eternal Son favored him, allowing him to have this almost miraculous talent.

But as a fanatical believer, he now undoubtedly wavered in his faith.

…To follow that Chosen One, to follow the Mad Monk.

…This is the meaning of your return from death. This is your destiny.

Fischer hugged his head, his stiff wings spreading, shakily flying in the air.

God, what the hell is going on?!

……

At the same time, at the bottom of the chasm.

“Hmm?” Teest hummed in confusion, stopping what he was doing.

“What’s wrong?” Nol immediately turned around.

Not long ago, after the shock, Nol’s first decision was very decisive—to completely seal off this deadly chasm. Regardless of the nature of this world, the “mass emergence of corruption” was a sign of destruction and couldn’t be allowed to persist. As for post-event research, he could rely on Kando to travel directly.

He had the Lost Tower behind him and companions to unravel the mystery together. Nol remembered everything he saw underground and had Teest pack up Zhang Shuhang’s research materials, preparing to relocate the research base to Paradise.

…However, legitimately sealing the chasm meant that “Drake” had to appear again.

After packing up the spoils of war, the two dragged tables and chairs out of the ruins and crafted a new image on the spot.

Nol’s burnt hair was cut off by Teest, who then smeared hair dye on Nol’s head again. Without the long hair to cover him, Nol felt somewhat exposed. Teest tore up several linen shirts, resolutely creating a set of battle-worn attire to cover the important parts.

By now, Nol finally noticed the crisscrossing crown-shaped dragon horns on his head and the huge dragon wings on his back that he couldn’t retract. The roots of the dragon horns were black, with tips resembling blue gems, and ghostly sparks splattered on them. The dragon wings were also magnificent, their dragon scales captivating.

…Beautiful indeed, but irretractable!

Thus, the scene just now unfolded—Nol himself blushed with embarrassment. Teest, meanwhile, was squeezing and pressing around, then suddenly stopped like a bolt from the blue.

“There seems to be a problem with my skills,” Teest said, summoning the system window.

Nol let go of his horns and leaned in to take a look.

Teest’s [Necrotic Dominion] was activating, with the number of subordinates shockingly showing “1”.

“I killed that Fischer, the High Priest of the Eternal Church,” Teest explained with a frown. “At that time, I was focused on… well, finding you, and didn’t notice the system prompt.”

Was the High Priest of the Eternal Church so easy to kill?

Nol was puzzled for two seconds. But given Teest’s current strength, a rare combat class ambushing at close range, it barely made sense.

“It’s possible he automatically transformed into an undead and then was counted as your subordinate by the system,” Nol explained. “Your [Necrotic Conversion (Short-Term)] lasts up to half an hour, after which it will automatically be lifted.”

“We’ve been down here for almost two hours.”

Nol: “……”

“Is this skill really okay?” Teest breathed into Nol’s ear.

“Are you sure he was dead at that time?” Questioned about his design, Nol’s creator’s pride swiftly returned.

Challenged on his killing method, the Mad Monk’s murderous pride quickly joined in.

Teest stepped back half a step, vividly recounting the situation, almost like finding something to chop.

“…Split in two like a salted fish, one half even fell to the ground.” Teest gestured with both hands. “Even if he’s a Supplement Demon, being cut like that would cause instant death.”

“If he has undead monster traits, he might not die.” Nol stroked his horns. “Many low-level undead have ‘regeneration’ or ‘undying’ type skills, needing to be killed twice.”

“But undead monsters don’t have a ‘death’ concept. Once you kill them, they disintegrate on the spot, making [Necrotic Conversion] and [Necrotic Dominion] ineffective.”

As a competent creator, he certainly considered extreme cases. Nol added seriously.

“But Supplement Demons aren’t real ‘undead monsters’.” Teest pondered.

“……”

“If he was alive just now, really died, then revived using the traits of the undead within him, does it count as whether I killed him or not?” Teest brutally pointed out. “Under this premise, can [Necrotic Dominion] really take effect?”

“…………”

Schrodinger’s High Priest, huh? Nol’s face slowly turned pale.

If he ever got the chance, he’d definitely hang up the instigator, the Eternal Son, and beat him—Supplement Demons were too chaotic, and his skill logic had another bug!

Both fell into silence, staring at the “1” on Teest’s panel. As time ticked by, the simple number remained unchanged.

“Purely by design, [Necrotic Dominion] has no expiration time.” Nol spoke painfully. “If, and I mean if, Fischer’s condition caused a glitch in [Necrotic Conversion (Short-Term)], he will always be under your command, until death.”

Teest solemnly closed the skill window, pondering for two seconds.

“Fischer Reginald.” He theatrically ordered into the void. “Bring out the list of ‘Paradise Monsters’ from your subordinates and hand it over to the ‘General’ of Grape Collar.”

“Then find a cave in the Black Forest for secluded cultivation—no leaving without orders.”

After speaking, he paused to feel the effect for half a second.

“…Really feels like I’m in control.” Teest exclaimed. “Fischer Reginald, hop on one foot all the way back. See you later!”

After saying that, he circled back to Nol, his face full of excitement. “Even the errors in your world are amazing!”

Nol had nothing to say, so he just seriously twisted his wings.

Teest took the opportunity to lean down and kiss the soft wing membrane not covered with scales. The touch of the soft membrane and lips was too strange; he couldn’t help but gently lick it with his tongue.

Nol shivered from head to toe, and with a whoosh, the kissed half of his wing disappeared into the void.

Silence fell again.

“Oh.” A few seconds later, Teest’s fingertips ran through Nol’s hair, all the way to the back of his neck. “I heard that arranging the appearance of a god is also the job of the Pope.”

With a smile, he leaned forward again, lightly biting the other wing.

……

The sun was about to rise, and the darkness became thin.

A few hours earlier, the explosions at the bottom of the chasm had stopped. The castle that was once floating in the air had completely disappeared, and the corruption had calmed down significantly compared to before. Eugene could even withdraw the magical protection and directly feel the morning breeze.

He stared intently at the chasm, dew forming finely on his eyebrows.

In Damori’s view, everything probably ended. Perhaps the Great Drake and The Lord of The Manor fought to their mutual destruction. But Eugene’s gaze was so certain that, to avoid being contradicted, Damori tried his best to remain silent.

Just before sunrise, in the center of the chasm.

A beam of white light shot up into the sky, shattering the dim shadows before dawn—

Nol, with Teest hidden under the guise of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, burst out of the chasm in one go. His hair returned to a pale gold, and his golden pupils twinkled faintly.

His knight’s armor was almost gone, leaving only bloodstained linen fabric, barely covering the key parts. Large patches of pale skin were exposed, shimmering with the unique light patterns of dragon scales.

The unconscious Dia Blanco was carried on his back, arms dangling limply. In Nol’s shadow, the shadow wolf happily dove in, its tail tip flashing briefly.

Through layers of smoke, Knight Eugene looked up, meeting “Drake’s” gaze.

“Drake” had an expressionless face, just weary.

Their eyes met, and Drake immediately withdrew his gaze. Carrying the unconscious knight on his back, he hovered in mid-air, extending a broken sword towards the dark chasm.

The tranquility that enveloped the area completely disappeared.

The earth trembled continuously, and the rocks made sharp compressive noises.

In the depths of the chasm, in a corner Eugene couldn’t see, countless bone hands stretched out from both sides of the chasm. They grasped each other, hand to hand, until the hands from both sides successfully interlocked.

Countless “bone-hand ropes” tensed and retracted into the soil. The sides of the chasm shook violently, and the huge chasm, like a deep wound, was slowly stitched together.

In mid-air, Nol hid the freshly revived “The Complete Recipe Book” behind him. He and Teest joined hands, activating a purification magic together.

During the closing process, the escaping corruption smoke instantly ignited into brilliant golden flames, illuminating the morning as if it were day.

The corruption on the ground quickly dissipated in the flames, and the previously murky air became crystal clear. The black and red in the soil slowly faded away, leaving only brown earth.

The morning sun rose from the land, burning with golden fire. The moment the chasm closed, bright light completely struck the earth.

So that’s how it is.

Eugene stretched out a hand to shield his eyes from the dazzling light.

Was this what Lady Tilia wanted him to see? The birth of a hero, or perhaps…

Regardless, he would remember this moment.

Not far away, Damori’s eyes were wide open, greedily taking in everything.

……

“Thank you very much!”

Old Dill bowed deeply to Nol, who was sitting on the bed. “These past few days, Mr. Eugene has been spreading your story. Without you, Lord Dia would surely have died at the hands of The Manor. You helped us expel The Manor and the White Night. You are a hero of Eternal Day City—the king demands a celebration. Everyone is eager to meet you.”

Just kill me already. Nol decisively refused. “No need.”

At this moment, Nol only wanted to be with Teest.

He had put on a perfect heroic performance in front of Eugene and then, according to the script—of course, also to accommodate his own physical condition—dramatically fainted.

Just thinking about it was exhausting. Recently, he had been through countless ups and downs. In the end, he even had to hang in midair, twisting his body into a cool pose.

Teest wasn’t in much better condition.

Considering that Nol had to pretend to be a magic swordsman, Teest had to help hold the Staff of Sacrifice and “The Complete Recipe Book”. He also had to ensure that Nol’s free fall was aesthetically pleasing, not face-down, and not breaking Mr. Dia Blanco’s neck—this was the first time he used the golden thread to save someone’s life, and his feelings were complex.

The two were busy and somehow managed to wrap up this act.

What followed was simple.

According to Teest, the awakened Mr. Blanco was grateful and insisted on taking Nol to the Blanco family’s estate for recuperation. The house wasn’t far from the church, and the conditions were indeed better. Eugene agreed readily.

As it turned out, Knight Eugene was quite foresighted. As soon as the news of “Eternal Day City’s White Night source disappearing” spread, people flocked to the Evergreen Church, trying to find the hero.

Even at this distance, Nol could hear the cheers from the church.

“I just want some quiet time. I don’t want to see anyone.” Nol—”Drake” expressed coldly. “Mr. Blanco is an excellent knight. His survival is due to his own efforts.”

A normal person would have had their intelligence halved by Teest’s repeated slaps, but luckily Mr. Blanco had a tough enough head.

“The Blanco family will never neglect a benefactor. I will ensure everyone stays quiet. Now that you’re awake, would you like some lunch?”

“We’ve prepared roast pigeon, braised beef, egg custard, and mixed fruit sweet porridge, as well as herbal tea with honey.”

Old Dill’s words were sincere, and his attitude had improved significantly since their first meeting. He seemed genuinely fond of Knight Dia.

Dia Blanco was about the same age as Teest. Nol wondered if Teest had received such affection as a child.

Nol’s hand shifted, pressing down on Teest’s hair—Teest, taking advantage of the protection of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, was shamelessly sleeping beside Nol.

“Two servings of each dish, please. Thank you.” Nol nodded. “I’d like to eat in the room.”

“Of course, of course.”

Old Dill bowed deeply again. “By the way, we have a request…”

“Please speak.”

“After you finish your meal, we hope you can leave a portrait,” Old Dill said. “The Blanco family’s painter is in the city, and his skill is unparalleled. Half an hour is enough.”

“The Blanco ancestors were Wilders, and they still believe that ‘the portrait of a benefactor can ward off misfortune’. We will prepare additional compensation if it’s convenient for you—”

According to “Drake’s” character setting, agreeing or not would both make sense. Nol was about to refuse when Teest, beside him, turned over and lazily stretched.

“No problem,” Nol said. “But I have two conditions…”

After a pleasant breakfast in bed, Teest’s eyes widened in surprise.

[…What’s the meaning of this?]

[From now on, you are the magical illusion of my deceased lover.] Nol tied Teest’s hair while speaking. [They want a portrait, and I requested one of the two of us.]

[Honey, I’m really touched.] Teest touched the freshly braided long hair hanging on one side. [But why did you agree to him?]

[“Hero Drake” is a creation of both of us.]

And he liked such a memento.

[We might get recognized by Eugene.]

[I also requested that the portrait not be shown after it’s done because “Drake” hates ostentation.] Nol withdrew his hand. [And your appearance right now is just perfect, “Mr. Landus”.]

Teest resumed his appearance as “Brother Landus”, with long black hair and eyes the same blue as Nol’s.

Until they sat for the portrait, Teest maintained a serious contemplative expression. The painter settled in front of them, stunned for a moment, before picking up his brush.

He had never had such perfect models.

The handsome Drake sat in a high-backed chair, and his lover’s illusion stood beside the chair, an arm draped over it. The two gazed at each other as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.

Sunlight streamed through the arched windows, encircling them in a hazy glow, the scene reminiscent of exquisite murals in a cathedral.

[The quest isn’t yet completed.] Teest leaned against the chair, communicating telepathically. [There are no prompts now. Probably need to wait for the king to officially announce the news… Haa, we still have to deal with Eugene and the king later.]

[So relax for now,] Nol said. [There’s much to do ahead.]

Teest was silent for a moment, then couldn’t help but speak again. [So that’s it?]

[Hm?]

[Our relationship now,] Teest said. [And the second reward you promised me, have you forgotten?]

Nol smiled at him. [Of course not.]

At that moment, the painter decisively pressed down his brush, and the paint spread across the paper like a living thing.

Outside the window, celebratory cannons roared non-stop, and cheers were overwhelming. A few meters away, Eugene stood with his sword, quietly watching the Blanco family’s mansion.

Further away, Damori squeezed through the boiling crowd and dived into an alley.

“The investigation is complete. I will submit the incident report within three days.”

He gasped for breath as he activated the communication crystal. “This investigation was too dangerous. You need to pay more, Mr. Enbillick.”


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We’ve got the wedding photo√


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End of the arc.


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Full Server First Kill Ch107

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 107: Skill Endpoint

Kando was still sobbing, nursing its candle tears, while Nol gently tapped his magic staff, expanding the range of the blue fire’s illumination.

His free hand gripped Teest’s tightly. Standing side by side at the edge of the ruins, Nol and Teest gazed into the distance at the scene before them.

This was the apocalypse after the sky had fallen and the earth had shattered.

Tall buildings collapsed, and glaze tiles shattered on spherical machines. Rock layers looked like two rows of molars, brutally crushing two completely different worlds.

…Wait, were they really two worlds?

The gap beneath the chasm wasn’t large. Nol’s dark vision couldn’t see too far. He pursed his dry, tense lips and activated ​​[Bat Eyes].

He saw the corruption remains of terrestrial species, presumably some unlucky ones who had fallen here and were devoured by the corruption.

He saw bizarre corpses that didn’t belong to Tahe. Most were skeletal remains lying in the crevices of buildings, dressed in technologically advanced suits or ancient robes.

He saw relatively intact castles and buildings, fallen amidst dull, unknown remnants. Those huge remnants seemed to stretch out limbs, as if to protect them underneath.

Finally, beyond layers of collapsed rocks and decayed buildings, Nol saw an eye.

The moment he spotted it, his pupils dilated sharply, and his heart skipped a beat—

It was a round plastic eye, covered in scratches.

It flickered intermittently with red light, like a setting sun in the absurd ruins. The huge eyeball belonged to an even larger teddy bear.

This teddy bear was larger than a blue whale. Its body was decayed, and its seams were burst open, covered with vines Nol had never seen before.

Round and cute vines pierced through the rotten stuffing, blooming with bright flowers—pink-white, powder-blue, candy-like, dreamy colors.

The flowers swayed quietly in the deep darkness, as delicate as a lie.

“…Three.” Nol slowly squatted down, clearing away the ruins.

Three worlds had shattered here.

He picked up an especially cute plastic teacup, his fingertips trembling slightly. Not long ago, Nol had subconsciously categorized it with the “futuristic” world, but it wasn’t that; it represented yet another destruction.

Everything before him was strange and unfamiliar. Nol didn’t recognize these works—if they really were works.

He understood Zhang Shuhang’s obsession.

The scene before him was beyond common sense, like a bizarre dream, impossible to occur naturally. How could a normal person consider this place a “normal world”?

Zhang Shuhang, coming from an internet giant, was already knowledgeable about games. Once he learned of the existence of “Players” in Tahe, it wasn’t strange for him to firmly believe this place was a game.

This was the only explanation—the only one that could keep the survivors of The Manor sane.

Otherwise, this world was simply—

“Too terrifying.”

“Too wonderful.”

Nol and Teest spoke almost simultaneously. The former sighed, while the latter was exhilarated—

“Look at this!”

Teest excitedly tapped the cup, his fingertips casting an identification spell.

Orbs of light passed over several types of ruins, emitting gold halos of varying brightness.

“The cup is the oldest, then those strange machines, and finally those red walls and glass tiles. I can’t determine the exact years. What a pity.”

Holding Nol’s hand in one and touching the truth with the other, this feeling was too blissful. Teest decided to postpone his anger.

Carefully avoiding the corruption, he observed a delicate metal pen. “Two religions arguing non-stop, saying darkness descended on the land, a Demon King destroyed the splendid civilization. Then their gods led humanity to revive Tahe… blah blah, that sort of nonsense.”

“This ‘splendid civilization’ is more thrilling than I thought.”

“Yeah.”

The types of civilizations were completely different, some too splendid. Nol gripped the cute cup in his hand tightly.

The question arose: were those worlds really destroyed by the “Demon King”?

The Eternal Church and the Temple of Life had written a bunch of nonsense, and Nol wasn’t about to believe another word they said. The Demon King’s corruption was indeed destructive, but it didn’t seem to have its own consciousness.

No matter how he thought about it, compared to the corruption itself, the person who scattered the corruption everywhere seemed more like the culprit, right? Nol still vividly remembered the grudge he held when he was attacked by the Thousand-Hands Nightmare in the Black Forest.

“Praise to your reward. What a great experience.” Teest floated closer. “So, shall we go back first, honey?”

“…Wait a little longer.” Nol shook his head.

It wasn’t enough.

Zhang Shuhang said that the Demon King’s corruption was “the corpse of a god”. He wouldn’t have come to such a conclusion without reason.

Activating [Bat Eyes]​​ once again, Nol looked along the direction of the chasm.

When his eyes began to hurt, Nol found his target—

A barely noticeable missing piece.

There was a huge piece of black-red debris. Judging by the traces on its surface and the surrounding buildings, there should have been a large castle here.

Around this piece of debris, there were clear signs of human tidying.

“Teest.”

“Hmm? …Whoa!”

Nol hugged Teest and spread his wings again. They flew over the corruption, crossing the dangerous areas with sharp steel rebars, heading straight for the predecessor of “The Manor”.

Zhang Shuhang didn’t disappoint them.

There were some charred bones nearby, probably also monsters that had accidentally fallen here. They were likely the reason why Zhang Shuhang survived at the bottom of the chasm.

Before escaping the chasm, Zhang Shuhang had organized the textual records within the debris and even tried to restore some of the machinery.

The records were diverse and fragmented. Fluorescent screens flickered in the darkness, the familiar text emitting waves of cold air. Teest and Nol’s heads squeezed together, reading rapidly.

The “Teddy Bear” world left no records, hence unverifiable.

The “Near Future” world had two types of records. One type recounted a world-saving genius, while the other spoke of the “world collapsing after the genius’s death”.

The description of the genius was incredibly exaggerated—calling him the “protagonist of the era” wasn’t an overstatement.

Considering this was a work, perhaps he really was the protagonist. Nol sighed—such a standard plot design. The protagonist saves the world, gains perfect love and friendship, lives a magnificent life that surpasses thousands, full of grandeur.

But his life was destined to end before this world.

After the genius’s death, the world prospered for a while. People discovered a marvelous energy source underground—black with a hint of red, mostly solid, even more useful than oil.

…Shortly after this energy was exploited, a strange plague erupted in the world. As survivors struggled to survive, a corner of the sky collapsed.

That thing fell like a meteorite to the ground, shaking the entire world.

All who witnessed it died, the Earth’s crust shifted, and the climate became chaotic. The entire planet seemed to have gone mad. Soon after, people found familiar black and red fragments at the edge of the crash site.

[Our god has fallen.] This was the last record left by the survivors, written in English from Earth.

The records of the “Ancient Style” world were all on paper, decayed and moldy, making them difficult to read.

Unlike the “Near Future” world, it didn’t have a specific protagonist, but it mentioned many “divine edicts”, “fates”, and… “daily tasks”.

Nol didn’t recognize this work, but the framework was all too familiar to him—it was undoubtedly a daily life management game.

Its records, too, ended with the exploitation of the black-red “flesh coal”. Soon after, plagues broke out, and a mysterious, massive seismic event caused volcanoes and tsunamis.

[The underground true dragon has died, and the four seas have scorched earth.] This civilization directly used ancient characters from Country C.

“Corruption out of control, gods dying, civilizations collapsing, dead gods becoming new corruption.” Teest casually tossed aside the document, commenting, “Then the next civilization encounters the corruption, continues to perish… This damned place really is disaster-prone.”

Although from his tone, the Mad Monk didn’t seem to find this regrettable.

“So, the Demon King’s corruption really can be considered the ‘corpse of a god’.”

Nol slowly lowered his head, looking at the black-red debris beneath his feet.

Droplets of water condensed on the surface of the debris, oozing out slowly flowing black corruption, like juice seeping from rotting flesh.

They fell into the nearby soil, turning it a rich black-red. They mixed into the air, stirring up a slightly foul-smelling murky fog.

Nol had seen these before. They were everywhere in The Manor.

This was the goal that Zhang Shuhang pursued. He wanted to bring the corruption to the surface, destroy the current world… and then welcome the “game ending” he firmly believed in.

Nol wiped away the stray corruption, carefully observing their source—the pile of debris resembling dried, rotting flesh.

Teest hummed a tune as he flipped through the remaining records. Halfway through, his voice suddenly stuck, falling silent.

“…Are the gods of ‘Tahe’ really the Eternal Son and the Goddess of Life? Isn’t that too much?”

Teest turned his head, looking at Nol with a complex gaze. “According to previous records, those ruined worlds only acknowledged one god.”

Nol suddenly understood Teest’s implication.

These vanished civilizations were all “works” and works always have creators. Three worlds lay dormant here. Where did their creators go?

As the creator of the fourth world, a chill ran down Nol’s back.

…Why did these “works from Earth” become real here?

…Why were they destroyed time and time again?

…And those black-red remains…

They had touched part of the truth, a part far beyond Nol’s previous expectations.

Nol closed his eyes, and after about five minutes, his breathing became steady again.

…He seemed unable to feel despondent.

Nol’s nerves felt numbed, lacking the energy for sorrow, only driven by the urge to smash those question marks.

Perhaps it was because of the warm Teest pacing around him, constantly picking up interesting-shaped remnants of civilizations.

He had promised this guy to seek the truth together. He couldn’t break his word again.

“Teest, I need to do something a bit dangerous,” Nol said. “I need your help.”

Teest withdrew his hand from studying the relics, his smile completely disappearing. “Danger again?”

“I won’t die. If something goes wrong, just take off my head and purify it vigorously.” Nol patted his head. “Just giving you a heads up.”

“That’s more like it.” Teest snorted and said, “If things really go south, you can regenerate your body after ten minutes—in exchange, I want to observe your head up close for ten minutes.”

“Deal,” Nol agreed seriously.

He picked up the ancient plastic cup, scraped off a piece of the black-red debris, and earnestly requested, “Can you make this edible for me?”

Teest: “.…..”

Teest: “I love the moments when your brain is off-kilter, honey.”

“The ones I ate before were all secondarily corrupted products. It’s time to verify the ‘source’ itself,” Nol said. “I also like your courage to do anything. Let’s do this.”

Previously, Nol would never respond like this.

Caught off guard by the “like”, Teest was stunned for half a second before remembering to light a fire.

Under Kando’s light, Teest set up a campfire, took out a lot of cream and spices. Chopped debris mixed with milk, cream, and various aromatic herbs, along with a lot of sugar, boiled into a light gray slurry.

Teest rapidly froze the mixture with magic, then used the “Betrayer” to cut it into fine powder and sprinkled it with jam. The whole process was astonishingly quick.

He served it in the pink cute cup.

“Here.” Teest cleared his throat with a flourish. “Not quite suitable for the season, but it’s the best way to suppress the odor.”

Nol nodded, taking the cup of light gray shaved ice with both hands. “Thank you.”

He had consumed corrupted monsters before, so it wasn’t a big problem. Recently attacked by pure corruption, he could suppress it with [Lost Last Wish]​​.

Now he was just eating a bit of the source of corruption. The impact was still within a controllable range.

Nol took a small spoonful, cautiously bringing it to his mouth.

A very faint taste of blood, overwhelmed by a strong, sweet flavor. The coldness of the corruption itself mixed with the actual ice, making it hard to detect anything odd.

The next second, two voices appeared simultaneously.

[Save me… I want to go home… Save me… Dad… Mom… Take me away…]

​​[Lost Last Wish] activated. The delirious murmurs of corruption crazily burrowed into Nol’s mind.

The other voice made Nol’s mouth bitter.

It was the sound of ​[Fallen Death]​ successfully activating. That meant the “Demon King’s corruption” indeed was some kind of remains.

[Corrupted False God: Fragile creations, crude laws—their world cannot survive. This skill has no effect, this skill has no value, and this skill cannot be used.]

[Similar origin skill found. Do you want to merge “Lost Last Wish” and “Corrupted False God”?]

[Note: Merging can create a new skill. The new skill will retain the original skill sources, and the new skill will will will will bring you extremely dangerous knowledge. Please choose carefully.]

The strange stuttering occurred again.

“Yes.”

Nol looked again at the remnants slumbering in the darkness, those desperate murmurs still echoing in his ears.

[Origin analysis in progress… Will transmission in progress…]

[Skill merge complete.]

In that instant, the continuous murmurs abruptly stopped, leaving only boundless silence.

The newly formed skill lay quietly in the skill bar, its description surprisingly simple—

​​[To My Compatriots: Please kill me.]

[This is not a skill.]

[This is a request.]


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Here we are!!! The unveiling is essentially complete—

Next up, it’s time to visit the Demon King!


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