Escape From the Asylum Ch37

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 37

In the midst of a ruined wall, thousands of enemy soldiers lay defeated. They had once ravaged this land, and now they repaid it with their own flesh and blood. The resentment of countless ghosts was appeased, and the dark clouds that had lingered dispersed. Above the sky, stars and the moon reappeared. Beneath this starry canopy, Jiang Yuqing stood tall, revealing an exceptionally handsome and pleasing face.

After a while, Jiang Yuqing felt warmth in his palm. He quickly let go, then swiftly grabbed Zhou Qian’s hand, finding the bandage on his wrist soaked red with blood.

Jiang Yuqing frowned immediately. “Bei He, you’re injured!”

Indeed, Zhou Qian was suffering. Having stormed his way here, his stamina was completely drained. Moreover, intentionally dropping his health to below 10%, the excessive blood loss made his head spin.

At this moment, he had a deeper realization about his ultimate ability—he was literally burning his own life force to summon the power of vengeful spirits.

With the support of his ultimate ability, Zhou Qian could still walk and shoot. But now, its effect had ended, and he was struggling. Feeling drowsy, Zhou Qian unconsciously leaned forward, but Jiang Yuqing took a step and steadied him, allowing Zhou Qian’s head to rest on his shoulder.

As Zhou Qian’s consciousness faded amidst a haze of red, he still managed to ask with a smile, “Hey, you could barely stand, and yet you’re supporting me?”

Elsewhere. Inside a gaming room booth. In front of a flat screen.

Mu Sheng watched everything unfold with a nearly malicious grin on his lips. “Ha, as I expected! Sacrificing one’s own health for power… Foolish. Do you think it’s over?”

Hearing this, Priest, who was next to him, raised an eyebrow and calmly responded, “If it followed the original settings of this level, it would have ended.”

“It’s different now that I’m here! It’s not over! I’ve been waiting for this moment! Zhou Qian… your health is at 9%, and your teammate’s mana is almost depleted! I want to see how you can win now!”

“No one can take away my sister. I want you dead! You’re going to die!!!”

With that, Mu Sheng quickly pressed a button on the screen, accessing the system menu with the privileges of a high-level gambler, and opened the item bar.

[Advanced Gambler Mu Sheng used the item: Joyful Modifier]

[Effect: Can forcibly change the storyline; an extremely rare item.]

[Note: Please follow system instructions and input your desired changes within a minute.]

[Advanced Gambler Mu Sheng used the item: NPC Loader.]

[Effect: Can load your consciousness into any NPC; an extremely rare item.]

[Note: NPCs have a hard life. Choose wisely; you have 30 seconds to change your mind.]

……

Seeing Mu Sheng’s actions, Priest frowned. “I advise you to consider carefully. After all, you’ve never been a player, never been to the real game world. Do you really think… you can adapt?”

Mu Sheng replied, “Now is the perfect chance to kill Zhou Qian. I can’t miss it! Zhou Qian, I will repay you in your own coin!”

Priest sighed softly. “Mu Sheng, I think you’ve truly gone mad.”

Before loading into the game, Mu Sheng turned to Priest with manic eyes. “I’ve gone mad, just as you’d like, right?”

……

Inside the game.

The entire playground had turned to ruins.

In the center of this destruction, two figures leaned on each other, resembling the most trusting of comrades or the most intimate of lovers.

Zhou Qian felt more and more dizzy.

After a while, he heard He Xiaowei’s voice. “Qian’er, hey, I’m here. Are you okay? I have a tiny bit of mana left, enough for a basic healing skill. It doesn’t heal much, but it’s better than nothing. Let me try! Wait… Oh my god! What… What is that?!”

Yun Xiangrong’s voice deepened. “My God…”

Situ Qing, usually composed, exclaimed in shock, “How can this be?!”

The voices of his teammates filled with extreme surprise and profound fear echoed around. Zhou Qian blinked tiredly, and then a deep rumbling noise surrounded him, reminiscent of distant thunder. This thunderous sound carried a dangerous aura, like the deep roaring from the sea before a terrifying tsunami.

Raising his head with difficulty, Zhou Qian looked over Jiang Yuqing’s shoulder and gazed ahead.

The situation had indeed changed.

Countless corpses of the S Army, whether intact, twisted, or fragmented, surprisingly stood up under the influence of some invisible force.

The scene was incredibly bizarre because it didn’t conform to the settings and logic of the instance.

In a reasonable game, hints for passing the level would be discreetly embedded in advance. Players could find ways to pass by searching for clues and understanding the storyline. It shouldn’t suddenly introduce a life-threatening monster without any prior clues or methods to defeat it.

So… What on earth was happening?

The next moment, an even stranger event unfolded before the four players.

After countless S Army skeletons stood up, they rapidly converged mid-air, forming a tremendously large humanoid monster.

This creature was made of a pile of corpses, so immense that it seemed to step on the ground and touch the sky. Surrounding it was a gray mist-like substance—the spirits of the deceased S Army!

He Xiaowei couldn’t help but exclaim, “What the… What the hell is this?!”

Yun Xiangrong was almost holding her breath. “This skill looks like Zhou Qian’s! It’s as if… someone copied Zhou Qian’s skills and power?!”

“But that’s impossible. I’ve cleared so many instances and never encountered this,” Situ Qing began, her face turning pale as she seemed to recall something, clenching her fists tightly.

Soon, the giant monster began to move. It twisted its grotesque and incredibly heavy head from side to side, then fixed its gaze on the players. With a menacing intent, it took heavy steps toward them. Each step was accompanied by a loud rumbling sound, shaking the ground as if the entire city would be destroyed beneath its feet!

“This isn’t logical!”

“What’s happening?”

“It’s raising its hand!”

“It seems to be targeting Zhou Qian! It’s going to attack him!!”

Amidst the cries of his teammates, Zhou Qian seemed somewhat indifferent.

He looked ahead, his eyes cold as ice, but he didn’t move.

He truly had no strength left.

Zhou Qian had no ability to counter such a monster. All he could do was think quickly and consider any possible means of survival.

But he couldn’t think of any.

Before the game started, he had observed the trading hall for a long time and hadn’t bought items like the [Universe Teleportation Mirror] that could allow him to teleport instantly. Even if he had, it wouldn’t be of much use against such a gigantic beast.

The teleportation range usually didn’t exceed a thousand meters, which was a distance that the giant monster could catch up with within a few steps.

He Xiaowei was always loyal. He quickly ran to Zhou Qian’s side, holding his guqin. Despite his fear, he said, “Qian’er, I’ll try to heal you. I also have protective items like cloaks and arm guards. Hold on, I’m giving them to you now.”

Yun Xiangrong, standing behind He Xiaowei, turned completely pale.

It’s useless. Zhou Qian’s ultimate skill is limited. With only 9% health left, if he can’t kill the monster instantly, he’ll be killed by it.

He Xiaowei knew this too. As he looked at Zhou Qian’s pale face, tears welled up in his eyes. With a swift pluck of the guqin’s strings, he used up the last of his mana.

[Player Zhou Qian’s HP restored to 13%]

It’s over.

Zhou Qian is finished.

All of us are probably done for.

Suddenly, He Xiaowei noticed a figure with a rifle rushing to the front from behind him.

It was Situ Qing!

Compared to the gigantic monster formed from thousands of spirits and corpses, Situ Qing seemed utterly insignificant, as tiny as an ant or even a speck of dust. Yet her advancing figure seemed fearless and determined, as if she was ready to fight this immensely powerful creature to the death!

This act clearly enraged the giant creature.

It roared, causing the entire ground to shake violently.

The monster then raised its palm, and a whirlwind formed in its grasp, striking fiercely towards Zhou Qian.

In that moment, it seemed as if the gods, in order to punish the criminal who committed a heinous crime, unleashed a wrathful force from the heavens, intending to obliterate him with a single strike.

Under such divine might, no one could find redemption.

He Xiaowei’s heart thudded wildly, as if about to burst. Realizing something, he quickly turned his gaze to Zhou Qian, wanting to assist him in his last moments. After all, it was thanks to Zhou Qian that he had come this far.

But then, an unexpected event occurred!

At a glance, He Xiaowei saw Jiang Yuqing, seemingly dead, devoid of any life force, collapsing backward unexpectedly.

Ignoring Jiang Yuqing’s situation, He Xiaowei rushed to support Zhou Qian by the shoulder, trying to prevent further damage from a potential fall.

Suddenly, the earth trembled even more violently!

Weak and exhausted, Zhou Qian could no longer withstand the shaking and passed out. Seeing this, He Xiaowei instinctively shielded the unconscious Zhou Qian with his body. As the palm formed by the vast grudge force brutally descended, he couldn’t help but let out a desperate scream, which was immediately swallowed by a terrifying storm.

However, moments later, the anticipated divine-like destructive power didn’t arrive.

Surprised, He Xiaowei quickly straightened up and looked up. Along with the shocked cries of Yun Xiangrong and Situ Qing, he saw a dragon!

Its origin was unknown.

Hovering high in the sky, it resembled a deep blue lonely moon, casting a faint blue veil over the entire sky and land, fluctuating with the wind.

The dragon’s tail was incredibly long, covered in deep blue scales, reminiscent of a flowing galaxy or the most beautiful ribbon floating in the air.

With a slight movement of its tail, a strong gust formed into the shape of a blade. This blade faced the storm created by the monster and split the black whirlwind in half, vanishing it in an instant; the next moment, the blade whirled forward and hung over the creature’s head for a split second before slashing down—

The monster was literally bisected alive!

“Roar—!”

The severed beast howled and, under the resentment, quickly reformed. It leapt towards the dragon in the sky.

The dragon, still hovering high, simply swished its tail again, creating another blade of wind. This time, the sharp blade struck the monster head-on. In an instant, the massive creature, formed by countless corpses and spirits, as well as the many buildings and trees behind it, were all turned into dust! Large sections of the city’s ground were lifted, inch by inch!

Even the vast ocean in the far west was affected by the wind blade, as giant waves surged and countless ships were caught in the waves, on the verge of sinking…

This was the true thunderous force—a nearly world-ending power!

In the nick of time, staring at the rising waves in the far west, the dumbfounded He Xiaowei realized something and shouted at the dragon in the sky, “Stop! We still need the ships to clear the level!”

The wind ceased.

The monster vanished, and all the corpses of the S Army turned to dust. Most of the city was completely leveled.

The world fell into silence.

After a while, the dragon in mid-air lowered its gaze, seemingly looking at the center of the playground.

Sensing something, He Xiaowei quickly embraced Zhou Qian again, guarding him closely. Feeling the responsibility of being the only “healer” on the team, he watched the massive dragon warily.

Although it seemed to have helped them earlier, who knows the real intention behind such a terrifying creature?

Suddenly, the dragon vanished from the sky, only to reappear right in front of He Xiaowei. The luminous tail swiped towards him, but without any force, simply nudging He Xiaowei’s hand away.

The moment He Xiaowei touched the frosty dragon tail, his whole body shivered, and he was immediately repelled by an invisible force, landing on his ass in a nearby pit.

Brushing off the dirt as he stood up, just as He Xiaowei was about to question the dragon’s intentions, he saw it coil its tail on the ground of the playground, then wrap Zhou Qian entirely within its lengthy tail.

It was at this moment, due to the close proximity, that He Xiaowei realized it wasn’t entirely a dragon. Its body and tail resembled a dragon, but its ears didn’t. Instead, the ears looked like those of elves from Western fairy tales.

The horns on its head didn’t seem to be those of dragons either. Those twin horns were incredibly sharp, shining coldly in the night, as sharp as knives.

So, it’s not a dragon but rather a dragon-like… monster?

At this moment, Zhou Qian seemed both awake and sleepwalking.

He unconsciously raised both hands, continuously sliding them over the dragon’s scales, occasionally pinching one and flicking it as if intending to rip it out. After playing with the scales in one area, he moved on to another, seeming to enjoy himself immensely.

Zhou Qian’s actions made He Xiaowei’s heart race.

The dragon would feel pain if played with like this, right?

What if it gets angry? Wouldn’t it annihilate us in seconds?!

Yet, the dragon seemed very patient. Regardless of how Zhou Qian toyed with it, its icy-blue eyes merely gazed at Zhou Qian with a gentle expression.

After a moment, its tail wrapped tighter, bringing Zhou Qian up to the area around its neck. In his drowsy state, Zhou Qian naturally leaned in and hugged its neck tightly.

Then the dragon did something that almost made He Xiaowei’s jaw drop.

It bowed its head, gently pressing its lips to Zhou Qian’s forehead, as if tenderly kissing him.

He Xiaowei immediately exclaimed, “Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?! Zhou Qian! Qian’er, wake up! You’re being taken advantage of—”

Suddenly, a cold gaze from the dragon swept over. He Xiaowei found himself unable to speak. The next moment, a chunk of wall flew from somewhere, embedding itself into the ground before him, blocking his view completely.

He Xiaowei: “…………”

……

Zhou Qian felt as if, in a daze, he had fallen into a sweet dream.

It was as if he were sinking deep into the sea or floating among the stars.

He was surrounded by deep blue. The blue should have been cold, but Zhou Qian felt safe.

Zhou Qian often felt exhausted.

Always having to think, always being on guard against others. But now, he felt relaxed. There were no schemes, no guards up; he just needed to sleep peacefully. He wasn’t sure where this sense of safety came from, but he instinctively let down all his guards.

It seemed Zhou Qian dreamt of playing with stars. After some time, a cool yet gentle sensation touched his forehead, and all his pain was healed in that instant.

……

In the virtual game hall.

Mu Sheng was ejected from the system, collapsing on the ground, bleeding from all his orifices. However, only his spirit had entered the game hall, so he wasn’t dead yet, giving Priest a chance to temporarily save him.

Priest gave Mu Sheng a pill and sighed. “You could have been a talent if you weren’t so obsessed. Such a pity…”

As Mu Sheng coughed up blood, he grabbed Priest’s wrist. “What… What power is that?”

“It’s the power of a God Rank player,” Priest said. “A God Rank player entered the instance as Jiang Yuqing. He’s selecting his shepherd.”

Priest sighed again. “There’s a game rule. To select a qualified shepherd, a God Rank player can create some challenges for players without violating the original character design, game plot, rules, and settings. However, they are not allowed to help the players or go out of character.”

“In other words, they can only increase the game’s difficulty, but not reduce it. But there’s an exception—”

“That exception is, when someone outside the game uses an item to forcefully change the game’s plot and significantly increase the difficulty, God Rank players can help the players with their own power. That’s why I said… you really brought it on yourself.”

Priest laughed, glancing mockingly at Mu Sheng. “But I should thank you. Thanks to your actions, I now know who the God Rank player interested in Zhou Qian is.”

Mu Sheng, who had fallen to the ground, coughed up several mouthfuls of blood. He clutched Priest’s calf with both hands. “I promise you. I’m willing to go to Zone X. I’ll accept the transformation! Let me… let me become a God Rank player! I can’t stand being just a gambler hiding behind the scenes! I want to be a player!”

……

Inside the game.

When Zhou Qian woke up, the sky was already tinged with the rosy hues of dawn, marking the end of this lengthy night.

As he stood up from the playground, he felt slightly dazed and somewhat lost. Frowning, he opened his palm and saw a deep blue, shiny scale.

Hmm, so that dragon… wasn’t just an illusion.

It saved him again.

After staring at the scale for a while, Zhou Qian put it away. Looking up, he saw He Xiaowei treating Jiang Yuqing’s leg wound nearby.

The bullet hadn’t hit the bone but had passed through the calf, making it relatively easier to deal with.

Not too far on the other side, Situ Qing and Yun Xiangrong were both lying on the ground, asleep. They must’ve been exhausted, not minding the fact they were resting amidst piles of corpses.

Zhou Qian looked to the west and noticed that a significant portion of the city had been destroyed. Tall buildings that once stood tall were now reduced to mere rubble.

The battlefield was in disarray, but at least the enemy was completely wiped out.

The city awaited the people who could breathe life back into it.

Zhou Qian then approached He Xiaowei and Jiang Yuqing. On seeing him, He Xiaowei exclaimed, “Qian’er! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Zhou Qian replied, then asked, “What happened… while I was unconscious?”

At that moment, He Xiaowei really wanted to blurt out something he had been holding back.

“Qian’er, it seems you were molested by a dragon… ah, no, rather, a monster! It’s weird; there were two beautiful ladies there, but the creature didn’t even glance at them. Why did it go after you, a man? I must tell you, that was no ordinary dragon…”

But recalling the look the dragon gave before it disappeared, he refrained.

So, He Xiaowei simply said, “A dragon appeared and saved us! What the hell is this instance? Or what’s going on in Jiang Yuqing’s consciousness? In any case, the strange monster made up of thousands of S Army corpses was defeated by the dragon. None of us were harmed… Maybe it was some cutscene in the game? Anyway, it doesn’t matter to us clearing the game, right? Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense!”

Thinking of the scale in his hand, Zhou Qian didn’t say much but cast a thoughtful glance at Jiang Yuqing. Then he asked, “Mr. Jiang, are you alright?”

Jiang Yuqing nodded. His pale face still showed signs of weakness. He whispered, “Thank you, Bei He. I’m fine now.”

Zhou Qian smiled at him. “I’m glad we managed to save you. Let’s rest a bit and then take you to the west pier.”

An hour later, He Xiaowei, Situ Qing, and Yun Xiangrong were walking ahead while Zhou Qian, supporting the injured Jiang Yuqing, followed.

After another two hours, they reached the sea.

The clouds over the sea had completely dissipated. The dawn was glowing red, and the vast sky and boundless sea were painted in layers of red and blue, blending into different shades of purple, ultimately merging with the horizon in a distant gray ribbon.

While the other teammates went in search of an intact boat, Zhou Qian and Jiang Yuqing sat on a rock by the sea.

Zhou Qian turned to him. “He Xiaowei told me that when the dragon appeared, you passed out. He was scared and thought you died.”

Jiang Yuqing seemed to not understand, lost in the game’s character setting. He replied, “Thank you, Bei He, and the Falcon Squadron, for everything you’ve done for me and our people.”

Zhou Qian added, “After looking into your eyes, I’m even more convinced that you resemble someone I know.”

Jiang Yuqing blinked as if he still didn’t comprehend.

Turning his gaze back to the vast sea, Zhou Qian said, “This dungeon was really dangerous. But I vowed to get out alive. I dug up his ashes and even took down his tombstone. So, I must live to see if the tombstone I ordered has been prepared, so I can give him a proper burial. Otherwise, if I meet him in hell—”

 Zhou Qian turned back, looking deeply into Jiang Yuqing’s eyes. “What if he blames me?”


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Qizi Ch37

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 37

After returning to the dormitory, Ying Feng didn’t find any sign of Ling Xiao, just as he expected. As time passed, there was still no indication of Ling Xiao’s return.

Earlier that day, Ying Feng had just learned the basics of controlling another’s mind. It felt like discovering an uncharted land, and he was eager to determine the extent of his new-found power and whether he could do whatever he wished on this land.

Closing his eyes, Ying Feng recalled the words spoken by Yao Tai that morning. Following her guidance, he spread his consciousness infinitely.

The thoughts he sent out were like beams of light with eyes, quickly and thoroughly scanning every corner of the academy. Soon, Ling Xiao appeared before him, roaring, shouting, and violently slashing at those beams of light. He resisted Ying Feng’s intrusion, summoning multiple images of himself to attack Ying Feng’s spirit.

Ying Feng stood unflinchingly as blows came from all directions.

“They’re all illusions.”

With those words, the illusions disappeared one by one.

“Insignificant,” he commented coldly.

Continuing forward, he saw various images of Ling Xiao: some stared at him with defiance, some were overtly hostile, some were pale-faced, and others trembled in fear. He dismissed each of them, believing they were mere virtual shadows. As he walked past each one, it vanished, being ignored to oblivion.

Ying Feng moved through the crowd of Ling Xiao’s images until all the illusions were gone. What remained before him was a single, crying Ling Xiao with tears streaming down his face. Ying Feng’s steps slowed.

“Please, don’t come any closer,” the figure pleaded.

Ying Feng stared for a moment. “You’re not the real Ling Xiao. The real one would never say such things.”

Upon hearing this, the figure’s expression shifted from sorrow to despair, and with a bang, it vanished. Back in the physical realm, Ying Feng suddenly opened his eyes and saw a vision.

Ling Xiao lay on a large stone platform, surrounded by twilight. Recognizing the setting as the rooftop of the teaching building, Ying Feng realized that the place where Ling Xiao lay was the same spot from where he had overheard his conversation with Zhu Yue.

After pinpointing Ling Xiao’s location, Ying Feng discreetly withdrew his consciousness. This whole event happened unbeknownst to all. As for Ling Xiao, he felt nothing. It wasn’t until curfew that the dormitory door was reluctantly pushed open. Ling Xiao had hoped to return after Ying Feng had fallen asleep, only to find him sitting alertly on the single sofa, watching him intently from the moment he entered.

Being watched in such a manner felt even worse than being ignored, especially with the clear displeasure evident in Ying Feng’s eyes.

“Where have you been?” he inquired.

Ling Xiao hadn’t expected Ying Feng to question his actions and, not wanting to answer, turned his head away.

“Where have you been?” Ying Feng pressed.

A sudden surge of anger rose within Ling Xiao. He confronted Ying Feng. “Can’t you see for yourself?”

Just as he finished speaking, Ling Xiao suddenly crumpled to the floor, hands trembling violently against the ground, breath coming in short gasps, pupils constricted, and cold sweat dripping down his face onto the smooth floor.

His back arching, a wave of terror gripped Ling Xiao, rendering every muscle taut and uncontrollably trembling. Desperately raising his head, drenched eyelashes clouding his vision, he tried to see the person before him, unable to believe that he would do such a thing.

Ying Feng, who had imposed a daunting effect on Ling Xiao, now realized the full extent of what Yao Tai had described as total physiological and psychological domination. With a mere thought, he could completely overpower another, even the most stubborn of Qizi could not resist the force of their Qizhu.

“Where did you go?” he asked for the third time.

Ling Xiao’s lips moved, but he couldn’t make a sound. Ying Feng slightly reduced his power.

“The… The rooftop…” Ling Xiao finally said weakly.

Just after he finished speaking, the overwhelming presence above him vanished. It felt as if someone was suddenly relieved from extreme tension, the whole body felt limp, and they were so weak that they couldn’t muster any strength. If not for the last shred of dignity holding him up, he would have fallen to the ground.

“You’re not allowed to come back this late ever again,” he warned.

Ling Xiao struggled to lift his head, but the best he could do was raise his eyes. The fear had faded, and anger surged anew.

“If you have any abilities, use them all at once,” he said through gritted teeth, “but don’t think I’ll obey you.”

This was precisely what Ying Feng wanted to test—how much he could control the other person. He slightly closed his eyes, and with a thought, Ling Xiao’s condition rapidly changed.

Ling Xiao maintained the humiliating posture from before. His rapid breathing gradually slowed down, but each breath became more prolonged and heavier. His previously pale cheeks now showed a hint of red.

His constricted pupils dilated until they lost focus. The floor blurred before his eyes, but the sound of his sweat dropping became incredibly clear. A tingling sensation spread from his fingertips to his heart, feeling like thousands of ants crawling in his veins. A trembling sensation from his lower abdomen felt like an unquenchable flame ignited inside him.

He knew this was Ying Feng’s handiwork. However, he gritted his teeth, struggling not to make any sound. The palms that had been against the ground clenched into tight fists, nails digging into the flesh, using pain to resist the desire.

Seeing Ling Xiao resist so hard, Ying Feng intensified the effect, eventually forcing a moan from Ling Xiao. This moan from the ever-defiant Ling Xiao greatly satisfied Ying Feng. For the first time since their pact, he was somewhat pleased with their relationship.

Ying Feng, satisfied, removed his psychic control and went to sleep, leaving Ling Xiao almost paralyzed with sweat pooling on the floor.

By the time Ling Xiao managed to get up, he didn’t know how much time had passed. His legs were weak, effects from the intimidation and arousal. He stumbled and had to lean against the wall to walk. He staggered into the bathroom, unable to distinguish between hot or cold water pouring over his head.

Images of Ping Zong and Lan Sheng flashed before his eyes. The most recurring image was of Lan Sheng jumping off the rooftop. As Ling Xiao felt the sensation of stepping into the void again and again, the figure jumping off changed to himself.

……

The instructor looked over the group and noticed not only Ying Feng but also Ling Xiao were present. Recently, many had participated in the coming-of-age ceremony, and most newlywed couples chose to take leave. It was rare for both to attend class.

“Today’s first training is resilience practice. Pair up for thirty minutes.”

Ting Lei turned around and immediately saw Ling Xiao.

“I’m pairing with you,” he decided for him.

“Uh,” Ting Lei, remembering yesterday’s event, glanced uneasily at Ying Feng in the distance, who was also looking back with displeasure. “Won’t Ying Feng mind?”

“Who cares about him?”

Ling Xiao insisted, and Ting Lei reluctantly agreed.

Ting Lei got into a lunge position, and Ling Xiao helped press down on his leg.

“You look pale. Didn’t you rest well?” After holding back for two days and out of concern for Ling Xiao, he finally asked.

“I’m fine.” Ling Xiao brushed it off.

“If you’re tired, just take a leave,” Ting Lei said, noticing that among those who had completed the coming-of-age ceremony, they were the only ones attending the class.

“I told you, I’m fine. Stop fussing.”

“You say you’re fine, but you’re so weak. It’s like you haven’t eaten. Let me press your leg instead.”

Ting Lei switched places without waiting for an answer. “I saw Ying Feng having lunch with Zhu Yue in the cafeteria yesterday.”

“What’s that got to do with me?”

“You two have already made a pact. Even if you didn’t get along before, you should try now. Anyone would get angry hearing this. It’s different when ordinary friends eat together. Zhu Yue had been ardently pursuing Ying Feng and hasn’t given up even now. You should be wary of him plotting against you in the future.”

“I never thought you were this nosy,” Ling Xiao interrupted him. “I said I don’t want to hear about him. Whoever he dines with has nothing to do with me.”

Ting Lei knew it was useless to continue arguing. It seemed that the two had a lot to grind out. They changed positions, standing back-to-back to carry each other. Ting Lei easily carried Ling Xiao.

“Ling Xiao, I feel you’re light. Haven’t you been eating recently?”

“Stop with the nonsense.”

“Can you even manage? Maybe you shouldn’t carry me. I’m afraid I might crush you.”

Unwilling to back down, Ling Xiao exerted force and managed to lift Ting Lei. But as he bent over, his vision darkened. In that fleeting moment, he toppled over, with Ting Lei crashing down on top of him.

“Ouch!” Ting Lei yelled loudly, drawing attention from those around them. “See, I told you not to overdo it!”

Ling Xiao, hurt from the fall, retorted, “What are you shouting about? Get up!”

Ting Lei struggled. “I twisted my back! It’s not that I don’t want to get up.”

As they were bickering, someone effortlessly lifted the burly Ting Lei by his belt and threw him several meters away.

With the weight off him, Ling Xiao sprung up. Standing before him was Ying Feng.

“You look pathetic.” Ying Feng’s face was grim.

Ling Xiao, already embarrassed by the fall and upset by Ting Lei’s treatment, snapped, “Mind your own business!”

Ying Feng coldly glared at him. “Come with me.”

“On what grounds? We’re in class!”

Ignoring him, Ying Feng turned to leave. Ling Xiao wanted to refuse but involuntarily followed, leaving everyone, including the instructor, in a dilemma—after all, they were a couple, and some matters were best settled behind closed doors.

Once the two left, friends hurriedly helped the injured Ting Lei.

“Is Ying Feng out of his mind?” Ting Lei groaned. “We were just training.”

“I saw you touching Ling Xiao’s leg,” a classmate commented without emotion.

“That was a leg press!”

“And his waist,” another added.

“That was bending down! Don’t you guys do these moves all the time?”

“Not anymore. They’ve formed a bond. You shouldn’t have intervened.”

“It wasn’t my idea! Ling Xiao approached me. Now help me to the infirmary.”

At the infirmary, seeing Ting Lei’s funny appearance, Yao Tai naturally couldn’t avoid some inquiries. After listening to the account, she sneered.

“Serves you right. They just bonded, and you dared to be so intimate with Ling Xiao in front of Ying Feng. Are you courting death?”

Ting Lei was puzzled. “We’re just good friends. It was just normal stretching.”

“That doesn’t matter. Do you think only the Qizi has turbulent phases? The Qizhu are also emotionally unstable during this period, establishing ownership rights. At a time like this, you come up and overly socialize with Ling Xiao; it’s already polite of him to not beat you up.”

She paused, sensing something amiss. She hoped she was just overthinking, and that Ying Feng wouldn’t vent his anger on Ling Xiao.

“So, is every Qizhu this neurotic?”

“That’s not being neurotic; it’s our physiological instinct. Even if this period passes, such possessiveness will only fade, not disappear. Especially considering that Ying Feng has an inherently strong desire for control,” Yao Tai said with force, adjusting Ting Lei’s waist. Ting Lei screamed out in pain. “If you don’t believe me, you can flirt with the doctor in front of me and see if I’ll let you off.”

All three of them shook their heads in unison, as if shaking a rattle drum.

Ting Lei ventured to ask, “Does Ying Feng getting angry indicate that he has feelings for Ling Xiao?”

Yao Tai replied impatiently, “A dog finds a bone, licks it twice, and thinks it’s its own. Can that be called having feelings? Both of them are so stubborn. If neither is willing to compromise, their relationship will never improve.”

Everyone present immediately became worried about Ling Xiao’s future.

“Dr. Yao, based on what you’ve said, does it mean that a Qizi can’t even have friends?”

“They can still socialize. Right now, Ling Xiao needs encouragement. As his friends, you should support him as much as possible. However, you must be cautious. For the next ten days—no, a month—try to avoid physical contact, especially in front of Ying Feng. This time it’s just a sprained waist; I can’t guarantee what might happen next time.”

Everyone nodded, taking the advice to heart.

“It’s over.” Ting Lei suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. “Ying Feng took Ling Xiao away angrily just now. If the situation is as serious as Dr. Yao described, would he lose control of his emotions and become abusive towards Ling Xiao?”


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Sendoff Ch120

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 120: Trade

Qu Duanyun coldly looked at the tea in the cup.

The Red Scorpion Feet was an assassin organization trained by Chigou, especially proficient in pharmacology. This drug should be the formula of theirs, colorless and tasteless. After being mixed with water, it only becomes slightly bitter, making it very suitable to be added to wine or tea. Qu Duanyun tasted just a little, and his tongue started to feel numb.

If he looked closely against the light, he could see a very inconspicuous floating powder in the tea. Ordinary people didn’t have such good eyesight, so with a little shadow, this oversight was practically negligible.

Qu Duanyun, having trained in the Immortal Assembly, could taste that subtle difference. The drug was potent; even if he, with his profound inner force, drank it, would be paralyzed for a moment. It was even worse considering he was momentarily distracted, and if paralyzed for even a few moments, it could be disastrous.

…Fortunately, someone sent a warning in advance.

Perhaps this time, the “fate” mentioned by his master stood by his side. The corner of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly.

Each guest’s seat was fixed, and under Qu Duanyun’s fruit plate was an inconspicuous note. On the note were just a few words, neatly and beautifully written:

[There’s deceit in the tea.]

Wu Huai was arrogant and ruthless. Now that he was almost in the position of Patriarch, he didn’t publicly oppose Qu Duanyun. With a twist of his hand, using his inner force, he made a singing girl drink the tea. She struggled briefly and then fell to the ground, falling into a deep unconscious state.

After pondering for a moment, he repeated the act, making several others drink the tea. The singing girls panicked, but fortunately, no one else was harmed. It seemed only the bowl chosen by Wu Huai was drugged.

Wu Huai’s face darkened.

“How can this be!” A chubby Protector exclaimed. “Where’s the manager?”

A skinny man hurriedly stepped forward and knelt. “It’s my fault! But, but the drugs and wine were discreetly purchased from unrelated merchant groups. I don’t know how the mistake occurred—”

Before he could finish, a long sword pierced through his head. Wu Huai casually withdrew the sword and sneered, “You can’t even keep news about the procurement safe. And our prestigious Chigou can’t even secure a couple of bags of drugs. Absolute stupidity.”

Hearing this, the elder in charge of the guards was sweating profusely. Just as Wu Huai was about to lift his sword, a burst of qi from Qu Duanyun deflected the blade slightly.

“Today is a big day for the Chigou Sect. Seeing blood is ominous,” Qu Duanyun said calmly but firmly. “Patriarch Wu, it’s better to stop now.”

Wu Huai clenched his teeth, wiping the blood off his sword. He looked over the silenced members of the Chigou Sect who were silent in the audience. As the sun rose higher and the last traces of wind disappeared. The bells hanging around quietly resembled eyes looking down upon the earth.

“Forget it.” Wu Huai showed a creepy smile. “Whoever dared to drug so many, I’d like to meet them…”

Before he could finish, several strands of cold qi shot out, directly piercing through some inconsequential singing girls and servants. Those with some status in the sect were safe, but the lower-ranking members, unaware of the internal unrest, began to gather and shout in confusion.

The “corpse incense” was almost burned out, and Wu Huai stood amidst the mist, sword slashing, turning nearby objects into ash. He didn’t move but stared intently at the few entrances to the courtyard.

The people of the Yueshui Pavilion silently recorded everything. Qu Duanyun returned to his seat, took a sip of water, and had no intention of stopping Wu Huai.

Not far away, in the secret chamber.

“Go!” Hua Jingchun, hearing the commotion, immediately ordered.

Shi Jingzhi said leisurely, “Protector Hua has many people in the sect. Hasn’t anyone given a clear signal?”

“Too many eyes and ears, easy to mess things up.” Hua Jingchun shook her head, showing a trace of ruthlessness on her face. “Even if we fail, there’s no turning back. Dying here, in front of the former Patriarch’s portrait, is worth it.”

Shi Jingzhi didn’t ask any further and rolled up his flag. “The Chigou Sect has righteous people like you. It won’t perish yet.”

Hua Jingchun smiled briefly before rushing out of the chamber with a prosthetic leg, followed by only about ten people, making this a huge gamble. Just as Shi Jingzhi was about to follow, he heard Yan Qing urgently say, “Sect Master, Miss Shen Zhu hasn’t returned yet. Should we leave a note…”

“No need,” Shi Jing Zhi responded without looking back. “I know where she is and what she’s doing.”

When he said this, Shen Zhu had already arrived at the Chigou’s treasure vault.

The usual relaxed expression on her face was gone, and there was a trace of wet ink on her fingertips. When she cracked the entrance mechanism, Shen Zhu specifically rubbed her fingers on the hem of her clothing, wiping off the ink completely. She then seemed to think of something and took out a booklet she had with her. A page of fragmentary paper was torn out and scattered under the lush holly.

The missing part of that fragment was identical to the note that Qu Duanyun received.

On the day of the ascension ceremony, with distinguished guests present, the defenses in other areas of Chigou were much weaker than usual. Chigou’s treasure vault was where the top antiques were stored. Even if it was still heavily guarded, if something happened to the new Patriarch, the masters here wouldn’t just stand by. With the masters gone, she might be able to cope.

…However, if the “kidnapping of Wu Huai” went too smoothly, Shen Zhu would run out of time.

The Kushan Sect only wanted Wu Huai and the clay figure. The clay figure, not being a valuable item, would certainly not be stored in the treasure vault. Once this occurred, Chigou’s defenses would only become tighter, and she would no longer have a chance. Even if they owed a huge favor, Hua Jingchun would never agree to “entering the Chigou treasure vault to search”. Shi Jingzhi’s life was at risk, so he wouldn’t help her with such a troublesome task that came at a great cost.

So, the best way was to stir up trouble, let the group outside fight for more time, and act first and report later. As for what would happen next… if things went well, she would stay; if not, she would just run away.

Shen Zhu bit down on her breath-holding ring and quietly disabled the mechanism. Bypassing over a dozen patrolling followers, she squeezed herself into a very narrow ventilation shaft and finally reached the outer perimeter of the treasure vault.

There was no one around. She took off the Chigou robes that concealed her, revealing her fitted attire underneath. The room was dark, so she lit a spell-activated torch. Her gaze quickly scanned each neatly placed artifact, searching for her target.

Unfortunately, while the outer items were rare and valuable, they weren’t what she was looking for. Time ticked by, and Shen Zhu took a deep breath, holding it as she began to undo the restriction leading to the middle layer. The dense runes reflected in her eyes, but they couldn’t hide the burning determination within.

[A’Zhu, refining wushu ore is a craft that not everyone can do,] her mother’s now blurry face from her memories said. [Our whole village relies on this to eat. The methods of the Sun Village and Wang’ankou are stolen from our village.]

[Stolen?]

[They might steal the form, but not the essence. Our wushu armor from Shenhe Village is a royal treasure. A’Zhu, you’re so smart; when you grow up, you’ll definitely be more successful than us.]

[Yes!]

…However, whether it was Sun Village, Wang’ankou, or her hometown of Shenhe Village, they all perished one by one in a strange “natural disaster”. On the day Shenhe was wiped out, the village was celebrating. She had argued with her parents and ran far away in anger.

Children were often temperamental and would quickly lose their temper. The young Shen Zhu walked until her stomach was empty and her feet blistered. She had no choice but to turn back home. From a distance, she saw her parents running out to look for her.

Her father relaxed the moment he saw her, almost collapsing to the ground.

Her mother was anxious and angry, but she couldn’t bring herself to hit her. [Wild child, always running around. Aren’t you afraid of being kidnapped?]

Shen Zhu wore straw sandals that day, which were soaked with blood. Her mother, feeling sorry, squatted down in front of her and opened her arms. [Come here, I’ll carry you. Tonight, when we go back, we will—]

Unfortunately, Shen Zhu never heard the rest of that sentence.

The Invitation to God Formation was activated, and all living beings within it were obliterated, as if an invisible fire was burning. The boundary of the formation separated Shen Zhu from her parents. She watched as they suddenly distorted, collapsing to the ground, turning into twitching human skins.

Just like rain penetrating parched land, her parents quickly shriveled into pieces and disappeared, leaving behind a pair of sweat-soaked clothes.

…Ordinary villagers, without any inner force, naturally couldn’t survive even a single breath.

Villages capable of refining wushu ore were consecutively destroyed, and the method to refine wushu ore was lost. After that, wushu ore products on the market disappeared one after another. To get to the bottom of the conspiracy of the Immortal Assembly, she had to obtain a piece of wushu ore product—

Yin Ci had the Hanging Shadow Sword, but he was abnormally strong, and Shen Zhu knew she couldn’t ask for the sword. However, since the Ghost Tomb could excavate a “Hanging Shadow Sword” made of wushu ore, the most likely place to have wushu armor would be the tomb-raiding Chigou.

Shen Zhu suppressed her memories, exhaled sharply, and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she had arranged the runes in order and broke the seal.

“Father, mother,” she mouthed silently. “Let me take a look at the wushu armor. I’ll surely figure everything out and take you away from the City of Unjust Death.”

At this moment, the commotion from the Chigou area returned to silence.

Hua Jingchun led a group of people rushing into the courtyard, immediately spotting Wu Huai on the stage, who was sneering coldly. Wu Huai firmly gripped the hilt of the “Bone Sweeping Sword”, looking down on Hua Jingchun from above.

“It’s really you.” His grip on the sword tightened. “Protector Hua, I gave you a chance once.”

Hua Jingchun glanced over the shattered cups scattered on the ground and understood the situation. Her face remained calm, and she looked straight at Wu Huai. “I’m already here, yet you’re still blabbering nonsense.”

She purposely moved her injured leg, her tone becoming more ruthless. “You call this ‘giving a chance’? I’d love to offer you such a chance. Huai Ge, it’s been decades since we met, you’ve truly rotted to the core.”

“Merely a turtle in a jar*. Call me whatever you like.” Wu Huai stood unfazed, despite Hua Jingchun’s insults.

*(瓮中之) Idiom referring to someone who’s trapped or in a predicament where there’s little to no room of escaping (AKA rat in a cage, sitting duck). 

Yin Ci clicked his tongue lightly.

Wu Huai appeared to be in his twenties, around the same generation as Yan Qing and Su Si. However, when Hua Jingchun mentioned “it’s been decades”, it became clear that he was an old cucumber painted over—presumably, he consumed some immortal wine. And if he did, then he was inevitably linked with the Immortal Assembly.

Thinking of this, Yin Ci attempted to exchange a glance with Shi Jingzhi. However, the Sect Master was admiring the portrait of “Su Zhi”, oblivious to the tense atmosphere around him.

Yin Ci: “…”

Shi Jingzhi, ignoring the tense atmosphere in the courtyard, seemed to regard the Taiheng Sect and the Yueshui Pavilion as air. He approached Hua Jingchun and tugged on her sleeve. Poor Protector Hua, with her face still stern and ready to sacrifice, took a while to react. “What are you doing?”

“The situation has changed—”

Hua Jingchun didn’t even look at him. “If the situation has changed, then you should leave first. This is an internal conflict of Chigou; you don’t need to be involved.”

“No, the situation has changed, and I need to be compensated more.” Behind the mask, Sect Master Shi narrowed his eyes mischievously, his tone even softening. “Sister Hua, I want the portrait of Patriarch Su. If you agree, I’ll help you take down Wu Huai.”

Hua Jingchun was expecting a big demand, but this request took her by surprise. She finally shifted her gaze from Wu Huai, looking incredulously at Shi Jingzhi.

“That portrait is an antique and is just for ceremonial use. It isn’t worth much. What on earth…”

“I’ve taken a liking to it.” Shi Jingzhi specifically glanced at Yin Ci, then continued with a grin, “So, are you willing or not?”


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Sendoff Ch119

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 119: Shocking Change

In the deep of night, all was silent.

The servants had gone to rest, leaving only Qu Duanyun alone in the room. Setting aside his book, he drew a scroll of paper from his sleeve. He ground the ink well before absorbing it with the nib of his pen, holding it above the paper.

He pondered for a moment, then clicked his tongue lightly. It took him a while to pen down the words “To the Esteemed…”

[Northern Shafu. The Great Prohibition in the northwest operates as usual, but due to the increasing sandstorms in the west, the market is not flourishing.]

Xu Jingming was talkative, but fortunately, he admired the emperor immensely. To avoid bothering the emperor, Xu Jingming rarely visited the Imperial Preceptor’s Residence after growing up. He could surely tell a harmless little lie to Jiang Youyue without being found out.

Jiang Youyue was an excellent master in many aspects but was overly bound by traditions and left things to fate. As the saying goes, indecision brings trouble upon oneself. Although Shi Jingzhi only had less than a year left to live, he shouldn’t be underestimated. Leaving things as they were wasn’t wise.

What if something happened to Shi Jingzhi? Then wouldn’t everyone’s efforts be in vain?

But whenever these concerns were raised, Jiang Youyue was always evasive.

“Once you inherit my mantle, you’ll understand the truth,” was always his answer to any query.

While Jiang Youyue highly valued him as a disciple, Qu Duanyun could sense that he had kept many secrets from him. The Great Prohibition in the northwest was one such mystery—where did this power from this seal come from? Even a disciple of the Imperial Preceptor couldn’t figure it out.

How could there be such “power” without reason?

Jiang Youyue mentioned that as long as the Great Prohibition of the Northwest exists, no matter how much Shi Jingzhi struggles, he cannot change his fate. Maybe by concealing some harmless information, he could slightly deviate from the plan set by his master.

There was no problem in the world he couldn’t solve, and no situation he couldn’t control. Qu Duanyun didn’t want to dedicate his life to that crafty “artificial demon”. Would his master still remain unfazed once Shi Jingzhi fails and he successfully takes over?

Thinking of Shi Jingzhi’s face, Qu Duanyun’s grip on the pen tightened, and rare anger appeared on his face. He took a deep breath to continue writing calmly.

[This morning, Wu Huai will ascend. With the closure of the Jianchen Temple, the dissolution of the Ling Sect, and both Chigou and Taiheng in our hands, everything is ready.]

The morning light was dim, and it was almost dawn. In the Chigou courtyard, smokeless celebratory firecrackers were lit.

All the followers changed into their brightest robes, gathering in the courtyard. The lower-ranked followers were cheerful, not knowing what the new leader looked like. Those of higher rank hid their concerns well.

The Protectors of the sect displayed a variety of expressions. Among the nine, Hua Jingchun was missing, leaving eight with different moods. They sat casually in the main seats, resembling a demonic version of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea.

Although the ceremony was outdoors, numerous steel wires hung above the courtyard, with bone chimes floating among them. In the center stood an ancient cauldron, with three sticks of blood-red incense. The scent was so strong it was dizzying.

Protector Hua and her group hid in a nearby secret chamber. She sniffed the peculiar fragrance and said sharply, “It’s ‘corpse incense’. The ceremony has started.”

As Shi Jingzhi turned to Yin Ci, the latter explained as if reading his mind. “It’s a detoxifying incense used for corpse purification and during tomb visits.”

During major ceremonies with large crowds, there was a risk of poisoning. As Chigou was notorious for grave robbing and had many enemies, such precautions were necessary.

“What about the tea mixed with the drug…?”

“As it was chosen by Protector Hua, it won’t be detoxified.”

Yin Ci explained while examining the chamber. This was the execution room where he used different methods to kill himself during his “persistence period”. The spacious and hidden room provided easy eavesdropping. He wondered how Hua Jingchun found this place and thought that if she dug deeper, she might find many “old bones”.

Now, with Shi Jingzhi blinking and standing there, he felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

Hua Jingchun couldn’t afford to be distracted. She counted the time bit by bit, chanting, “Remove the mask to show the true face, offer past commitments for peace. Respectfully announce to the world, a cup of wine disrupts the Yellow Springs… Six cups of tea, half an hour, and two incense sticks are still needed.”

Yan Qing was familiar the second time after the first encounter. He had caused a commotion in the Ling Sect once, and at this moment, he had already gripped the stone sword tightly. Only Su Si was playing with the butcher knife, his beautiful eyes wandering around, unknown of what was on his mind.

“Where is Shen Zhu?” After looking around for a long time, Su Si asked in a low voice.

“I don’t know. She said she had something urgent just now.” Yan Qing scratched his head. “Miss Shen is as smart as ice and snow. She must know the way… Why are you asking this all of a sudden?”

“This place is gloomy, and the aura of death is too heavy, making me feel anxious. What’s wrong with that Su Zhi? Why does the Patriarch of Chigou have such weird rooms?” Su Si frowned, showing no sign of nervousness.

Yan Qing hesitated for a while, and the momentum he had built up was almost drained.

Their ability to hide their movements wasn’t as good as that of the master and disciple of the Kushan Sect. Hua Jingchun’s gaze immediately shot over. “You brats, be quiet!”

Unfortunately, the youth were often curious. Once Yan Qing was led away by Su Si, he couldn’t hold back. He moved closer to Su Si and whispered, “Doesn’t she recognize you?”

Su Si snorted back like a mosquito. “Chigou fears that the Protectors and the Great Protectors will try to woo the Young Patriarch in advance. According to the rules, the Young Patriarch won’t reveal his true face easily. Many people have been chased by Chigou, and those who chase me don’t even know why.”

He smirked coldly.

“The token is the most tangible evidence. Insiders in the sect vouched for it, probably because Matron Wuxue knew many secrets of the Chigou Sect, and her strength wasn’t weak.”

After the two finished chattering, they waited quietly for an incense stick’s time.

“Miss Shen hasn’t come back yet. Did she encounter something?” Yan Qing sounded worried, seeing that Shen Zhu hadn’t appeared for a long time.

Su Si was distracted and said, “The Sect Master isn’t in a hurry, why are you? San Zi, did you fall for her?”

Yan Qing’s face instantly matched the color of his eyes, and he finally managed to reply, “Maybe the Sect Master might not know, I…”

“San Zi, let me teach you something. Shen Zhu is a subordinate of the Sect Master. If the master doesn’t care about the actions of his subordinates, there are only two possibilities—first, he knows exactly what the subordinate is doing and believes everything is under control. The second…”

Su Si laughed mischievously.

“Second, he knows that whatever the subordinate does, it won’t hinder his main business.”

Qu Duanyun was sitting in the guest seat, carefully watching the ceremony in front of him.

Bells rang in the wind, making a crisp sound. The smoke from the corpse incense was dense and heavy, forming a milky mist that flowed from the ancient cauldron to the ground, covering the ground in a foggy wave. The singers from the sect sang the folk songs of Shafu, melodious and smooth. The tune was mixed with the roughness unique to the desert land, and every melody seemed to have been polished by the wind and sand.

His eyes watched and his ears listened, but his heart wasn’t there. Since he sent back the word cloth, Jiang Youyue hadn’t responded. The word cloth in his sleeve was quiet, without any warmth from magic activation.

As always.

Most of the affairs of the martial world were handled by him. Although figures like Juefei, Qi Xundao, and Matron Wuxue died due to the Twin Roots, he had been leading the efforts to destroy the Ling Sect and deal with Taiheng. Despite this, his master always looked at the sky, murmuring words like “fate” and the “immortal path”.

It seemed as if, just by relying on the word “fate”, all these troubles would resolve themselves.

He couldn’t understand why the Imperial Preceptor didn’t want to learn from their past mistakes. They revered the rules left by the Saint, yet they weren’t willing to be flexible.

In his opinion, the Hundred-Year Project didn’t necessarily have to involve the “Child of Desire”.

The melody reached its climax, and the women’s voices were strong, singing with the might of thousands of troops. Qu Duanyun smiled calmly, but under his sleeves, his hand slowly clenched into a fist.

Finally, Wu Huai stepped onto the stone platform in the middle. He took off his mask and picked up a stick of corpse incense.

Wu Huai had a handsome face, and combined with the mist on the ground, it gave him a somewhat celestial appearance. He deliberately imitated the attire of Su Zhi, wearing all black with delicate gold embroidery at the edges. As the hem of his robe flowed through the mist, his original fierceness was masked, turning into a harmless cold aloofness.

In the innermost part of the courtyard, there hung a large portrait of Su Zhi. The person in the painting wore a mask, only showing a chin. However, he had a dignified posture and an extraordinary aura, as if a flying immortal had descended to the world. Compared to the demonic sect courtyard, this painting was more suitable for being placed in a shrine.

Wu Huai held the incense in both hands, paying his utmost respects to the portrait with a bow. Then, with a twist of his body, he inverted the incense and placed it back into the censer. A burst of vital qi swept over, reigniting the tip of the incense.

“I am Wu Huai, the Patriarch of the Chigou Sect, successor to our third Patriarch, Su Zhi. With all of you as witnesses today, from this moment onward, Chigou is my Chigou.”

He gripped the handle of the Bone Sweeping Sword and turned to face the guests from Taiheng and the Yueshui Pavilion.

“Servants, bring the wine and tea!”

A mute and blind servant presented a tray to Wu Huai with six cups on it. At the same time, everyone in the guest seats received a cup of Shafu herbal tea. Wu Huai glanced over the cups, picked up the one infused with honeysuckle and mint, and raised it in salute to the sky. As his lips touched the rim and he was about to down it in one go—

“Stop!” Qu Duanyun shouted.

Wu Huai paused his movement, almost instantaneously stopping his hand. “…Sect Master Qu, what advice do you have?”

Qu Duanyun narrowed his eyes at the teacup in his hand, gently swirling its contents, and took a slight sip. Immediately after, he slammed the cup down on the table, revealing for the first time a stern expression in public.

“Patriarch Wu, something has been added to this tea. It would be wise to check the one you’re about to drink.”


The author has something to say:

Fox Shi: The painting is not bad. Once the fight is over, I’ll take it back and hang it in my Kushan Sect—

Demonic Lord Yin: …


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Qizi Ch36

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 36

When Ying Feng and Ling Xiao appeared one after the other, the noisy classroom fell into an eerie silence. News about the two of them had spread throughout the campus the day before, but when their classmates, who had been with them day and night, witnessed the contrasting color changes in their eyes, their shock was beyond words.

Bystanders were speechless, and Ling Xiao’s friends were awkwardly at a loss for how to comfort. If Zhu Yue could be considered a friend of Ying Feng, the rage in his eyes was beyond description.

The tense situation continued until the arrival of the instructor and the Director of Discipline.

The first to speak was the Director of Discipline, who was in charge of the school’s discipline. Whenever he spoke, it was always bad news.

“During the last health and physiology class, tenth-grade students were organized to visit the base. During this, two students from this class seriously violated the rules. The public punishment is as follows—”

“Students Ying Feng and Ling Xiao, despite clearly seeing the ‘Entry Prohibited’ sign, broke into the base laboratory. Both are recorded with a major demerit.”

“Student Ling Xiao, for stealing prohibited drugs, also receives a major demerit. With a total of two demerits, he will graduate late and be on probation.”

“I object.” Zhu Yue raised his hand. “It was clearly only Ling Xiao who stole, why is Ying Feng also punished?”

“Ying Feng is Ling Xiao’s Qizhu. If the Qizi makes a mistake, it means the Qizhu’s guidance was insufficient. They share the responsibility.”

“They weren’t in that relationship when he stole!”

“The relationship is determined at the time of the offense, not before. It’s the rule. There’s no need for further discussion,” the Director of Discipline firmly overruled Zhu Yue’s objection. “The school’s punishment is just the beginning. Their actions were severe and violated the law. The final judgment will be made by the military. The academy has no right to interfere. I hope all students will take this as a warning and not make the same mistake.”

After announcing the punishment, the instructor took over.

“During this field training, some accidents occurred. Considering the unique circumstances, this year’s training results will not be included in the grade calculation.”

“Fortunately, no students were harmed. In the future, we will strengthen the safety measures for field training to ensure such incidents don’t happen again.”

Switching topics, he said, “Regarding the epic rare wild species, they have not been a significant part of our curriculum. This is partly due to the low probability of encountering them and partly due to the lack of detailed information.”

“Today, we will supplement our understanding of one characteristic of the 3S-species.” He turned and drew a few things on the board. Zhu Yue’s eyes widened uncontrollably at one of them.

“We know that every beast has a soul stone within it. What we see now are rare minerals that counteract the soul stone, called the soul binding stone.”

“On our planet, there are twelve known 3S-species, each with its corresponding soul binding stone. The biggest difference between the two is that soul binding stones don’t exist within creatures and even maintain a certain distance from them. Yet, wherever an epic creature appears, a soul binding stone is sure to be within a 500-meter radius.”

“Soul stones and soul binding stones are interdependent pairs. Epic creatures have varying dormant periods, and during these periods, their soul stones are also dormant. But once a soul binding stone is moved, the soul stone inevitably activates, and its owner awakens.”

The instructor and the Director of Discipline scanned the faces of the students, searching for any hint of guilt. Zhu Yue, feeling uneasy, lowered his head, hoping to avoid their scrutiny.

“You’ve probably heard that yesterday, a Kui appeared in the mine where you were training. Before the trip, the school scanned the entire area to ensure no active rare creatures were present.”

“After the incident, the military conducted a thorough search of the area but found no trace of the soul binding stone. Thus, we suspect a student might have inadvertently taken it.”

“It was our mistake not to educate everyone about the soul binding stone in advance. If anyone unknowingly moved it, the school will not blame them.”

“However, the soul binding stone is not the same as the soul stone. It’s a special energy mineral that can have adverse effects on a human’s soul. So, if any student has come across it, please hand it in promptly to avoid uncontrollable consequences. That’s all.”

After the two left, murmurs of discussion began to rise in the quiet classroom. Zhu Yue had just been startled, but now that the crisis had passed, he bravely lifted his head again.

“Haha,” he suddenly scoffed in a mocking tone, making an anonymous taunt that sounded particularly grating amidst the low discussions. “Those who always brag about wanting to be the Qizhu end up becoming someone else’s Qizi, even causing others to get punished and be unable to advance in their studies.”

Several of Ling Xiao’s close friends stood up in unison. “Who are you talking about?”

“Do you even have to ask? Who once shamelessly said they’d take someone’s heart’s blood but, even after stealing medicine, still failed? Such a disgrace, why not just jump off a building like your best friend?”

Before Ling Xiao’s friends could react, Zhu Yue was yanked from his seat and punched so hard that he knocked over several desks. The students involved wisely moved aside.

“You can insult me however you want, but I won’t let you speak of Lan Sheng like that,” Ling Xiao warned with a grim face.

Sitting on the ground, clutching half of his face, Zhu Yue defiantly retorted, “What’s the difference between you and him? All of you think too highly of yourselves, assuming you’d become the Qizhu, but end up losing miserably. It’s a pity he didn’t succeed in dying. Why don’t you fulfill that wish for him?”

Ling Xiao, in rage, lifted Zhu Yue from the ground by his collar. His clenched fist, raised high, suddenly froze mid-air. Not just his fist, but his entire body seemed paralyzed.

Struggling to turn his head, he looked in disbelief at the person sitting at the back of the class.

How could he forget? When Lan Sheng was on the brink of death, Ping Zong couldn’t bear to invade his mental barrier. Yet, a day after confirming his relationship with Ying Feng, the latter could easily control his actions.

“Behave yourself,” Ying Feng said coldly.

Only after he spoke did he release his mental control. Ling Xiao, feeling drained, weakly let go of Zhu Yue’s collar.

Upon witnessing this, Zhu Yue grew even more resentful of their special relationship. “So mighty, yet now so obedient? This isn’t like you…” His words were cut short as a paper ball shot into his open mouth, hitting his tongue with enough force to draw blood.

“Shut up.”

Most of the classmates were already somewhat fearful of Ying Feng. His aura seemed even more intense after becoming a Qizhu. His black eyes were too intimidating to meet, and no one dared to challenge his commands.

Spitting out the bloodied paper ball, Zhu Yue angrily set the overturned furniture right, deliberately making a loud noise to vent his frustration.

Ling Xiao was half-supported, half-coaxed back to his seat by friends who patted his shoulder in comfort.

Ting Lei, perhaps Ling Xiao’s closest friend besides Ping Zong and Lan Sheng, gave him a comforting half-hug. But when he turned and met Ying Feng’s gaze, he shuddered at the hostility it held. Even after returning to his seat, he felt Ying Feng’s eyes on him, making the following classes uncomfortable.

Because of the commotion, the class was on edge all morning. It wasn’t until the afternoon, when the two were absent, that the atmosphere began to relax.

Meanwhile, Ying Feng and Ling Xiao were at the closest spouse registration office to Bikong. The glaring sign overhead was painfully bright. Ling Xiao had once dreamt of coming here hand in hand with his beloved, solemnly writing their names on the document. But when the moment arrived, both sides were cold to each other.

Filling out the form was Ying Feng. Ling Xiao, standing beside him, clearly watched him write:

Qizhu: Ying Feng; Adult Age: 10 years in fledgling state; Awakening Date: New Year 4016, August 12th

Qizi: Ling Xiao; Adult Age: 10 years in fledgling state; Awakening Date: New Year 4016, August 12th

Coming-of-age Ceremony Date: New Year 4026, September 7th

After filling out the form, the staff quickly checked it over. “Awakened on the same day and coming of age on the same day. You and your Qizi truly have a deep connection. Congratulations.”

“My name is Ling Xiao,” Ling Xiao suddenly interjected.

The staff smiled and nodded. “Congratulations to you as well.”

He collected the form. “After reaching adulthood, you will get a new personal terminal. Please hand over your original ones.”

“It’s damaged,” Ying Feng replied succinctly.

The staff was taken aback. “Damaged during the coming-of-age ceremony?”

Ying Feng didn’t wish to explain, so the staff assumed that was the case.

“In that case, please sign this document—both you and your Qizi.”

“My name is Ling Xiao. I have a name.”

“I’m sorry, Ling Xiao. Please sign as well. Thank you.”

After both signed the document, the staff transferred their data to the new terminals. Ying Feng’s looked much the same, but Ling Xiao’s was a size smaller.

“All your data has been imported. The adult personal terminal has many new features compared to the fledgling version. There’s a user manual stored inside, so I won’t go into details.”

He continued, “With the new terminal’s identity verification, you can access all public areas of the Tianyuan Network. Currently, many higher education institutions have set up virtual campuses online. I suggest you explore them when you have time to prepare for future studies. Here’s the college preference form. Once filled out, submit it to the school’s admissions office.”

Ling Xiao watched as the staff handed a form to Ying Feng but none to him.

“Where’s my preference form?” he asked.

The staff pointed to Ying Feng’s form. “The supplementary form is right below the main one. The primary Qizhu fills it out.”

“Why can’t I fill out my own preference?”

The staff chuckled and explained, “Both partners are admitted together. If you choose institutions in separate places, it won’t be good for you.”

“It’s my decision, whether it’s good or bad.”

The staff turned to Ying Feng. “Try to persuade your… Ling Xiao.”

He remembered the name this time, but his correction in mid-sentence sounded awkward.

“Ah,” Ling Xiao’s hand suddenly jerked back. Just now, an electric current passed through his fingertips, causing a brief moment of pain. Although it lasted for only a short time, it served as a clear warning.

Seeing this, the staff sighed. “It’s about persuading, not controlling. Youngsters these days can be so impulsive.”

Seeing Ling Xiao upset, the staff handed him a business card from under the table. “Here, take this. My Qizi runs a jewelry store nearby. Present this card and get a 98% discount on rings. Pick an expensive one and let your Qizhu pay.”

Ling Xiao, with a cold expression, refused to take it. The staff’s hand hovered awkwardly in midair. Eventually, Ying Feng took the card.

“Anything else?” he asked.

“No,” the staff replied with relief, rarely encountering such a mismatched pair of newlyweds. “Congratulations on becoming official partners. Would you like to make a vow?”

“No need,” they both said in unison.

The staff shrugged. “Alright then, wishing you a happy union.”

By the time the two returned to the academy, it was dinner time. Ying Feng knew Ling Xiao was following a few meters behind, but soon after entering the school gate, he disappeared.

Not wanting to wonder where he went, Ying Feng, perhaps due to the growth after reaching adulthood, felt hungrier than usual.

The cafeteria worker served him a single portion, which wasn’t enough, so they added more, but it was still not enough.

“Can I have some more?”

The worker finally looked up and noticed Ying Feng’s eyes, which clearly indicated his status.

“Oh, you’ve come of age. Congratulations.” She not only gave Ying Feng extra rice but also fetched a can of milk from the storage cabinet. “Make sure to nourish yourself during the growth period.”

Ying Feng took a tray that seemed to hold portions for almost two and a half people and found a quiet spot. However, it wasn’t long before an unwelcome person took the seat opposite him.

Zhu Yue took a seat opposite Ying Feng, uninvited. “Back then, you rejected my heartfelt affection. Now, you’re forced to be with someone who dislikes you. If you had known, it might have been better to choose someone who actually liked you.”

Ying Feng kept his head down, focusing on his meal, but Zhu Yue continued to speak indignantly. “He even dared to steal from the base. It must have been to target you. Knowing he couldn’t beat you, he resorted to such despicable means to outdo you…”

Finally, Ying Feng put down his utensils. The noise interrupted Zhu Yue mid-sentence. Being closely stared at by Ying Feng’s black eyes for the first time, Zhu Yue realized that Ying Feng had become colder than before.

“This is my personal matter. What does it have to do with you?”

Those mere words left Zhu Yue speechless. He had assumed that even if Ying Feng treated him coldly like before, he would at least recognize the truth in his words, given the evident strained relationship from this morning’s events. Seeing Zhu Yue still frozen there and unwilling to leave, Ying Feng issued a clear directive. “I don’t want my appetite ruined by unrelated people. There are many empty seats here. Please leave.”

Zhu Yue stood up; his face darkened with embarrassment. Yet, before he could take a step, he heard Ying Feng’s voice from behind, steady but filled with undeniable authority. “Regardless of how Ling Xiao and I are related, he is now my Qizi. I don’t wish to hear words like this morning again.”

Over time, Zhu Yue’s one-sided admiration finally twisted into a distorted determination on this very day, when all hope was lost. Ying Feng would never know how those few words had laid the groundwork for significant future dangers in Tianxiu. Many would pay the price for it, and all of this stemmed from casually defending someone.


The author has something to say:

Ling Xiao is currently going through the most tumultuous period of his life. He is strong, and I believe he will persevere. I will steadfastly stand by him and accompany him through it.


Kinky Thoughts:

Author… you literally wrote him in this predicament.


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Escape From the Asylum Ch36

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 36

In the narrow alley under the night sky.

The streetlight cast a sinister silhouette of the high-ranking officer from the S Army, making him appear like a viper slithering in the darkness.

Inside a nearby single-story house, the four players could only hold their breath, waiting for him to leave the alley. They refrained from taking any shots, not wanting to raise an alarm prematurely.

The area could be full of ambushes. With the assistance of the ghosts, they had cautiously made their way here, and they couldn’t afford to act recklessly now.

Only after the man was out of sight did the four emerge, one by one, jumping from the windows. They then circled back to the rear gate of the school.

The vast playground was brightly lit, and countless skeletal remains, glaring eerily under the illumination, seemed restless in death, as if yearning for revenge. Regrettably, their restless spirits were sealed by numerous talisman papers, rendering them unable to escape.

In the middle of the playground, there were about thirty wooden stakes with dark, dried blood visible on them. It was clear that many had been tied there and lost their lives. At the moment, 27 people were being herded under gunpoint and subsequently tied to the stakes. Through binoculars, Zhou Qian could see Jiang Yuqing prominently positioned at the center.

Once everyone was tied, a soldier approached Jiang Yuqing and spoke to him. Due to the distance, Zhou Qian and his team couldn’t hear the conversation, but they could guess that they were threatening him for some formulas or something similar.

About half a minute later, a series of explosions reverberated. The outskirts of the city’s core were under attack, with buildings being destroyed as the S Army advanced.

Now that Jiang Yuqing had been located, they didn’t hold back. Their intent was clear: destroy every possible hideout of the Falcon Squadron and, ideally, annihilate them.

Zhou Qian looked back to see half of the city ablaze.

However, upon closer inspection, the S Army had spared parts of the city. They probably didn’t want to damage the talismans and dog’s blood set up in haunted areas to avoid unleashing hordes of ghosts.

Zhou Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, then waved at his teammates, leading them back into the single-story house.

“Damn it! So frustrating!” He Xiaowei couldn’t help but whisper angrily, then quickly added, “Wait, how did Jiang Yuqing attend the wedding at the venue earlier?”

“I had thought that he might have slipped through the city’s smaller streets because there were fewer people. But now that doesn’t seem… possible.”

Yun Xiangrong pondered for a moment and replied, “Didn’t the officer mention that Jiang Yuqing was hiding in a basement? Maybe there are tunnels in this city? He could’ve used a tunnel to get to the wedding venue and then returned?”

Recalling the bizarre scene at the wedding where he had seen Jiang Yuqing, Zhou Qian nodded. “That’s very likely. Given that Jiang Yuqing and the others were found in the basement of the school cafeteria, maybe compared to other parts of the tunnels, the school offered better ventilation, ample food, and water supplies, making it their base.”

“The trapped scholars, with no combat experience, stayed hidden, unsure of potential ambushes in the city. Attending the wedding was an exception for Jiang Yuqing, given that he wanted to celebrate his comrade’s big day; hence, he took the risk.”

Zhou Qian lowered his voice. “No wonder he hurriedly gave the gift at the wedding, didn’t stay for the ceremony, and left without even entering the main hall. He needed to return to the city center urgently, concerned about his compatriots.”

“If the S Army found his compatriots while Jiang Yuqing was there, there might’ve been room for negotiation. Jiang Yuqing could’ve bartered his knowledge of the formulas with the S Army in exchange for their lives. But if they found out he wasn’t present, they might’ve simply executed them.”

Thinking of the bones on the playground, the two children forced into complicity, the bride in her fiery red dress, and the clear eyes of the girl from the photograph…

He Xiaowei’s anger bubbled, his chest heaving with rage.

Soon after, he heard Yun Xiangrong say, “Our mission is to take Jiang Yuqing to the west pier to catch a boat. So, if we follow the normal approach, we openly seize Jiang Yuqing, then take him through the heavy encirclement to the west pier… This is obviously impossible. It’s already hard for us to deal with the elite forces on the playground, not to mention the many more outside.”

“So, should we find a way to contact Jiang Yuqing and ask him for the location of the tunnels? Then we can use the tunnels to employ guerrilla tactics, moving outwards and escaping to the west pier?”

He Xiaowei said, “That’s also tough! How can we approach Jiang Yuqing and ask him where the tunnel is? How can we remember the complicated tunnel routes in such a short time?

“This world is actually constructed from Jiang Yuqing’s consciousness. In the real historical process, he might indeed have escaped through the tunnels. But for us, in this scenario, this task seems impossible!”

Walking to the window, He Xiaowei looked at the tower of the school from a distance and sighed deeply. “I heard Qian’er talk about his plan before, and it sounded so inspiring! I originally thought that we would rush to the tower and overlook the entire city center. We would take that highest ground, and whoever dared to approach would eat our bullets!”

Once the players captured the highest ground, when the S Army found Jiang Yuqing, whether they brought him to the playground or elsewhere, the city center was so small, and besides the tower, there were no other tall buildings. So, players could see every move of the S Army.

If things went smoothly, they could take down the enemies one by one. After that, they could take Jiang Yuqing and escape, shooting and throwing explosives and grenades along the way, with the four of them cooperating seamlessly until they brought Jiang Yuqing to the west pier…

However, all of this was just a fantasy in He Xiaowei’s mind.

He never expected the city center to be so brightly lit, and he never expected so many elite S Army troops, let alone… Jiang Yuqing and so many of his compatriots were now tied to the stakes on the playground.

“If we can’t come up with a solution… If Jiang Yuqing and those compatriots die. Our mission fails, right?” He Xiaowei said angrily, “I don’t care about the mission now; I just want to kill those S Army troops!”

For quite some time after this, only He Xiaowei and Yun Xiangrong spoke.

Situ Qing, always a woman of few words, remained silent, which was normal. Although she was a strong fighter, she rarely offered constructive suggestions when wisdom was required.

But now even Zhou Qian had been silent for a long time, which seemed unusual.

He Xiaowei turned to look for Zhou Qian. He saw Zhou Qian standing in the shadows of the building, in a spot the streetlight outside didn’t reach. All his expressions were hidden in the darkness, making him hard to read.

He Xiaowei walked over and asked, “Qian’er, don’t scare me. If you’re out of ideas… Wait, didn’t you say you had a real plan?”

After a moment, Zhou Qian’s deep yet confident voice came. “Don’t worry. I led you through the side quests, and I brought you into this main quest of this difficulty level. So I will definitely get you out.”

He Xiaowei uncertainly asked, “So, what now?”

Zhou Qian succinctly replied, “Wait.”

He Xiaowei: “Wait… for what?”

“For the two little dragons I sent out,” Zhou Qian said. “I can sense they are still alive. Now the external S Army has accelerated their sweep, moving quickly towards the city center. This might actually work in favor of my plan.”

“So your plan is—” He Xiaowei’s heart began to beat fast in excitement.

“When the time is right, you all follow my instructions.” As Zhou Qian said this, his eyes gleamed in the darkness.

Zhou Qian quickly stepped out of the shadows and opened the window. The depths of his eyes lit up brightly when hit by the lamp’s light.

“The S Army outside is heading towards the city while bombing houses on their way. They might bomb this place soon, so we need to leave this single-story house quickly.”

“By the end, a large number of the S Army will probably gather at the playground. It will be even more challenging for us to enter at that time. So, while there are only about ten people there, we should find a way in.”

Glancing in the direction of the school’s back playground, Zhou Qian continued, “There are a few big trees near the edge of the playground, close to the back door. Their canopies are dense and away from the light source. Let’s hide there for now.”

After issuing instructions to his team, the four of them quietly returned to the back door.

Through the iron gate, everyone attentively watched the movements on the playground.

The dozen or so S Army soldiers seemed to be waiting for their officer and the rest of the troops. Although the main forces were not present, they remained alert, each holding a gun, vigilantly monitoring their surroundings.

After observing for a while, Zhou Qian noticed a consistent and apparent pattern in their movements.

They all faced west uniformly, turned right to the north after two minutes, and then turned right again to the east two minutes later, and so on.

So, when they all turned their backs, Zhou Qian quickly signaled Situ Qing and He Xiaowei.

The two promptly drew their weapons and used their abilities, minimizing the noise.

After a moment, very soft bell and string plucking sounds emerged, fading quickly as if carried away by the night wind, almost like an illusion.

But this wasn’t an illusion. The sound was real.

The sound waves, together with a slight snowy breeze, swept across the ground. Two minutes later, from the alley behind the single-story house to a part of the back door of the playground, the talisman paper and dog blood vanished.

Time was limited, and the area they cleared was small. But for now, it was enough.

After clearing the ground, Zhou Qian threw a few pebbles he had picked up earlier onto the road behind.

The rhythmic “tap-tap-tap” of the pebbles was a pre-agreed signal with the hidden ghosts.

At that moment, upon hearing Zhou Qian’s signal, a dozen ghosts appeared.

At Zhou Qian’s gesture, they quickly passed through the school’s back door, heading straight to the playground.

A significant part of the playground was still covered with talisman paper. If the spirits rashly entered the covered area, they would be sealed.

But the S Army soldiers stationed at the playground didn’t know that the talisman paper near the back door had been cleared. When they looked at the back door and saw a group of ghosts rushing at them, they initially believed that the talisman paper was ineffective against them.

The soldiers of the S Army were thrown into a momentary panic. Their formation quickly disintegrated, and they hurriedly discussed countermeasures. Two even ran off with their guns, perhaps to seek advice from an officer.

However, their confusion didn’t last long.

Firstly, these soldiers were well-trained elites from the S Army and would not flee easily when faced with danger. Secondly, they soon realized that the ghosts only hovered near the back door and couldn’t approach them.

After a while, they noticed the ghosts had retreated.

No matter how powerful those two kids were or how many ghosts they sealed, there must be some that slipped through the cracks in the city.

Regardless, with the talisman paper and dog blood covering the playground, it seemed the ghosts couldn’t get in.

This was what the soldiers thought.

They were unaware that during their brief moment of chaos and negligence, four people had sneaked into the playground using the ghosts as a distraction. These individuals then climbed up two tall trees and concealed themselves among the dense canopies.

After the four players successfully sneaked into the playground and hid in the trees, they waited, just as Zhou Qian had suggested.

About fifteen minutes later, the main forces of the S Army arrived.

The school’s back door faced a residential area, with long streets on the other three sides.

From their vantage point in the trees, the players could vaguely see that the three streets were packed with people, giving a sense of the scale of the S Army’s numbers. It was indeed not a situation where players should confront them head-on.

The three wide streets were packed with people. Not only that, but in no time, the back field was occupied by countless soldiers from the S Army. Looking around, the entire field had been divided into squares, with only the central area left empty. That was where our 27 compatriots were tied up.

Soon after, the interrogation of Jiang Yuqing officially began.

The officer that the players had seen before walked out, and he started to loudly berate and threaten Jiang Yuqing.

As befitting someone of a general’s stature, his voice was intimidating, making one’s blood run cold upon hearing it. Even the soldiers from the S Army standing next to him straightened up, not uttering a word or even daring to blink.

Hidden in a tall tree, Zhou Qian remained as still as a mountain, staring intently at the bound Jiang Yuqing.

Though he held a military rank, Jiang Yuqing was always a scholar, having never held a gun. His demeanor was still scholarly and refined. Yet, at this moment, he showed no sign of fear.

Zhou Qian couldn’t see his facial features clearly, but he could see Jiang’s head held high, never once bowing down.

The officer from the S Army approached Jiang Yuqing and whispered something, then suddenly fired his gun.

The target wasn’t Jiang Yuqing, but a compatriot to his left. After a loud gunshot, blood sprayed out, staining half of Jiang Yuqing’s face red. However, he still looked straight ahead, displaying unwavering determination.

Only his clenched fists subtly revealed his inner rage and injustice.

Raising his pistol, the officer blew into the muzzle of the gun. He then had someone untie Jiang Yuqing.

After being freed, Jiang Yuqing was held at gunpoint by two people. Soon, a table was placed in front of him, and a pen was forcibly shoved into his hand.

The officer shouted, “Write down what we want, and we’ll treat you well! But if you’re stubborn, just like how your compatriot just died… the others will suffer the same fate. Every ten minutes, one will die!”

As soon as the officer finished speaking, someone among the compatriots shouted, “Dr. Jiang! Don’t tell them! Once we develop that weapon, we can annihilate all of them! Then, our country will never be in this situation again!”

Another person chimed in, “Yes, Dr. Jiang! Our lives don’t matter! You must never reveal the secret of the weapon to the enemy!”

Two gunshots rang out, and the two individuals were immediately killed.

Jiang Yuqing’s shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably.

The officer pointed his gun at Jiang Yuqing’s face, tapping him with it and said, “You’ve just lost twenty minutes.”

Jiang Yuqing looked at him almost calmly and said, “The experimental data and formula have already been handed over to the Seventh Army’s experimental base. You can kill us all. Consider it as us giving our lives for the people of Cyress City. But don’t expect to hear a word out of me—”

Jiang Yuqing’s words were interrupted by a gunshot, hitting him in the shin.

He stumbled, almost kneeling, but even with the excruciating pain, he managed to hold onto the table and stand.

He’d sworn never to kneel before the enemy!

“You have ten minutes left. After ten minutes, another one dies,” the officer declared. “If I kill six of you, that would take an hour… We don’t have that much time to waste on you. The first six are lucky; I’ll shoot them in the head. The rest… will be tortured. An hour later, I’ll start with their eyes and ears, use electric torture, waterboarding, one by one. When all of them are dead, it’ll be your turn, Dr. Jiang.”

At this moment, near the back door and up a tree, Zhou Qian could feel that He Xiaowei, who was very close to him, was trembling with rage to the point that the treetop started to sway. Pressing down on his shoulder, Zhou Qian said, “Hold on.”

He Xiaowei whispered, “I can’t stand it anymore. I’m so angry! Qian’er, what are you waiting for?”

Even though the situation was dire, Zhou Qian still said, “Wait a little longer. Stay calm.”

Ten minutes later, there was another gunshot as the S Army’s officer executed another person.

He Xiaowei, drenched in sweat, turned to Zhou Qian, but Zhou Qian just sat quietly on the tree trunk, lips pursed tightly together, not saying a word.

Another ten minutes later.

The third compatriot was killed.

This time, he didn’t die from a gunshot. Instead, two people simultaneously stabbed him with their knives.

Out of what seemed like sheer fury, they repeatedly stabbed him, causing blood to instantly flood the floor. Even the white paper placed on the table in front of Jiang Yuqing by the enemy was completely stained red.

The red color seemed to further excite the commander of the S Army.

He chuckled softly, picked up the paper to smell it, seemingly enjoying its scent, and then instructed his subordinates to replace it with a new sheet for Jiang Yuqing to write data and formulas.

The scene was too much for He Xiaowei to bear. He turned to Zhou Qian, almost growling, “Qian’er, you—”

Suddenly, Zhou Qian interrupted in a deep voice, “They’re here!”

Who’s here? What’s here?

Following Zhou Qian’s gaze, He Xiaowei looked towards the bungalows behind them. He saw two little dragons, escorted by ghosts, moving through the darkness and lamplight from the deep alleyways.

The two little dragons hopped around adorably. One held a uniform from the Seventh Army, and the other held a peculiar brush. It was unclear what its purpose was.

The scene was eerily humorous—two frolicking little dragons followed by countless pale, footless spirits.

But He Xiaowei didn’t find it amusing. Sensing what Zhou Qian planned to do, his blood began to boil.

“What’s that brush?” He Xiaowei asked with uncertainty.

Zhou Qian replied, “It’s the [Bling Bling Brush] we got from the last instance. Blood, mud, sweat stains, dust… everything can be cleaned by it. That’s what the skill description says.”

He Xiaowei exhaled a hot breath. “So…”

“So, imagine how powerful the resentment energy would be from the countless spirits in this city, and from all the corpses?”

Zhou Qian drew a knife and made a cut on his wrist.

He spoke softly yet firmly. “I’m amplifying my power.”

Zhou Qian’s abilities were limited. Without the power of resentment, his ultimate skill would be harmless. But the damage from this ability had no limit. With the entire city’s population massacred, Zhou Qian could now channel the city’s anger and injustice to avenge all of them!

As the blood dripped from Zhou Qian’s wrist, He Xiaowei gasped in horror, “Those two little dragons—!!! Oh my god!”

Before He Xiaowei could elaborate, Zhou Qian saw it—the two little dragons had fallen. The city center had been heavily surrounded by the S army. It wasn’t easy for them to get this far under the protection of the ghosts. They probably got shot earlier but forced themselves to run here to show Zhou Qian.

The S Army used two children to seal the ghosts.

Earlier, Zhou Qian had the two dragons discreetly clean up all the dog’s blood and talisman papers in the city to unseal all of them. Using the uniform of the Seventh Army as a signal, he summoned all the spirits to the city’s center. The little dragons, having accomplished their task, turned into dull scales as they collapsed.

Glancing at them, Zhou Qian’s eyes reddened with anger. He then looked back at the center of the playground. Gripping his knife tighter, his health began to drop rapidly.

[Player Zhou Qian’s HP has dropped to 70%]

[Player Zhou Qian’s HP has dropped to 40%]

……

“He Xiaowei, you have two tasks. First, in the chaos, work with Situ Qing to clean up the dog’s blood and talisman papers on the playground; second, keep my health stable at 9%!”

At this moment, spirits surged from all directions, forming an overwhelming tide about to engulf the playground. Cries of sorrow, anger, and hatred echoed as they all targeted the S Army.

In the past, they were ruthlessly slaughtered, but their attachment to their homeland kept them lingering.

Today, as powerful spirits, they would seek revenge for themselves, their loved ones, and their violated lands!

Dark clouds loomed abruptly, and the radiance of the stars and moon in the sky was completely devoured. A chilly wind swiftly swept across the entire playground. With the sudden drop in temperature in this region, it was as if the gates of hell had flung wide open, letting out an icy wave tinged with the scent of death. Every member of the S Army shivered, nearly wounded without even battling.

Meanwhile, up in the tree branches.

[Player Zhou Qian’s HP has dropped to 9%]

Ignoring his pain, Zhou Qian quickly wrapped his injured left wrist with a bandage from his toolkit. He then raised the Rib of God with his right hand, standing tall atop a tree.

“Being the villain that I am, driven by circumstances, if this instance demands me to play the hero, then I shall honor that role.”

“Those who invade our land and massacre our brethren—all must die!”

As his words faded, Zhou Qian leapt down from the tree.

“Bang, bang, bang”, several bullets shot towards him.

Yet, astonishingly, several skeletons appeared rapidly in front of him, blocking all the bullets before falling apart onto the ground.

Seeing this, the officer nearest to Jiang Yuqing was taken aback. He lifted his gun and fired another bullet at Zhou Qian. Yet Zhou Qian, unfazed, continued forward, waving the bone in his right hand. The shattered bones at his feet swiftly reassembled into humanoid forms. Within moments, they surged up again, blocking another bullet for him!

From 300 meters away, that officer panicked, his gun-holding hand trembling. Suddenly, the temperature on the playground dropped further. Thousands of ice and snowflakes solidified from thin air and descended layer by layer, followed by a massive sound wave that flattened the snow and wiped away every talisman and drop of dog blood on the ground.

Beneath the playground lay the corpses of hundreds of teachers and students. At this moment, the seals were suddenly lifted, and hundreds of ghosts appeared. Driven by their own hatred and the Rib of God in Zhou Qian’s hand, they headed towards every soldier on the field.

Simultaneously, as Zhou Qian waved the bone, hundreds of skeletons also rose to their feet. At his command, they charged at the soldiers!

The well-arranged squads on the playground became chaotic. No matter how advanced their weapons, they were no match for the spirits or the fury and thirst for vengeance. Even their elite training didn’t help, as they ran around like headless chickens.

The skeletons feared no bullets; even if blown apart, they could instantly reassemble. The ghosts were impervious to weapons, attacking the myriad of soldiers as if meeting no resistance!

In no time, over a thousand soldiers on the school’s back playground were killed by the skeletons or ghosts. A few who managed to escape the chaos and run out of the school gates found themselves facing hordes of spirits coming in like a tide from the city’s outskirts, consuming them in an instant.

And to their horror, they realized that the main forces on the three streets were entirely disarmed, decimated by the pervasive yin qi, collapsing to the ground in agony.

The situation was more favorable than expected.

The S Army feared ghosts, making children seal them; if they found a way to lift the seals, the ghosts would deal with the S Army. It was a straightforward logic to clear the level.

The most challenging part was dispersing the dense talismans and dog blood in the heavily guarded city core. Without resolving this, spirits from other places couldn’t advance, even if their seals were lifted. But Zhou Qian’s unique skill could forcibly summon spirits from kilometers away under the effect of the Rib of God skill, assembling them into an unstoppable army.

Amidst the overwhelming victory, Zhou Qian stepped forward until he reached the once arrogant officer, now trembling in fear on his knees.

Pulling out a gun he had previously acquired, Zhou Qian pressed it against the officer’s forehead. Without hesitation, he blew the man’s head off.

Blood splattered, and Zhou Qian, with a look of displeasure, stepped aside to avoid the mess. Once the blood had settled, he continued walking. With countless spirits behind him and surrounded by skeletons, amidst the triumphant cheers of the spirits, he approached Jiang Yuqing.

Jiang Yuqing seemed a bit stunned. Due to a gunshot wound in his leg, he couldn’t stand firmly and still clutched the table for support.

Seeing this, Zhou Qian walked over and gently grasped Jiang Yuqing’s wrist, helping him to stand.

Zhou Qian then smiled at him and said softly, “Mr. Jiang, I’ve come to save you.”

Jiang Yuqing turned his head to meet Zhou Qian’s gaze. In that moment, it was as if an invisible dark cloud had dispersed. Zhou Qian could finally see his true appearance.


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Full Server First Kill Ch55

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 55: Two Sides of the Gold Coin

That was undoubtedly an old man’s shirt—a white tank top style. This item had a high appearance rate in Country C during the summer and was deeply loved by elderly men of all ages.

Its stitches were neat, and the sewing style was completely different from other succubus clothes. It stood out amongst a pile of armor, as abrupt as a hand grenade appearing in a costume drama.

[Homemade Underwear: Hand-sewn intimate clothing.

※Produced by Succubus Malvina]

The two Players examined the clothing inside and out, momentarily speechless.

Anakin dove back into the wardrobe for a more thorough search. She found a pair of large underpants among a pile of cloaks, tailored from beige cloaks, just past the knee in length, with specially sewn deep pockets, and the waist was tied with magically enhanced vines.

Anakin compared the old man’s shirt and underpants, falling into deep silence—this style was too similar to a street old man and was entirely out of place in this delicate and beautiful Western fantasy palace.

Solo found a pile of draft paper at the bottom of the drawer, with clothing cutting diagrams drawn on it. “What is… this?”

Anakin approached with the underpants, her gaze suddenly freezing.

It hastily drew designs for cutting the old man’s shirt, large underpants, and simple guard clothing. The annotations were modern, in the succubus language, and…

“This is the modern basic method, isn’t it?” She muttered. “I have customized armor in Grape Collar. Those NPCs didn’t do it this way.”

“But succubus can’t be Players, so they can’t choose this race.” Solo stared blankly at the design in his hand. “According to what Doni said, Ma…Knight Ma-something has been friends with the queen since childhood. We have only been trapped for two months.”

Anakin’s mind was equally confused.

The developers of “Tahe” invited a large number of excellent professional and amateur Players, popular game anchors, gaming KOLs, and even a few people who like to study game culture. This showed that they were full of sincerity.

However, from the current point of view, many scoundrels had mixed in among the Players.

No one knew how they entered the game. These people weren’t even in the same novice village as a normal Player, and most joined the Eternal Church… This was the most shocking secret they had discovered so far.

“Hermitage has been exploring the direction of ‘the game has problems’, right?” Anakin said, her voice dry.

“Yes, ‘Mentor’ has been leading the group in research.”

Solo rigidly sat on the edge of the bed, still holding those few design drawings.

“The most recognized opinion in the Hermitage was the ‘Terrorist Attack Theory’—the game has been hijacked and infiltrated by terrorists aiming to achieve some purpose. They said if it were an internal staff going mad, they couldn’t bring in so many scumbags.”

This was also the view of the vast majority of Players.

Those trapped Players who had been invited by the official to experience the game had a good understanding of the game. The “Homeward Saints”, “Amazon,” and “Hermitage”—these three guilds had very clear existences.

Solo’s “Hermitage” was the only non-combat guild.

It was led by a university professor who loved gaming culture, was independent, and strived to be objective. The members came from all walks of life, hiding in every corner of this world.

The members had only three goals: try to survive, collect information, and figure out what the hell is going on in this world.

Over the past two months, the Players’ understanding had gradually unified.

This world was a game hijacked by terrorists. As long as you could find a way to clear the game, everyone might be able to exit.

However…

“Terrorist organizations obtaining login devices and permissions, implanting criminals, I can understand.” Anakin stared at the old man’s shirt spread out on the bed. “They have no ability and no need to turn people into game monsters, right…?”

Solo swallowed. “Perhaps, it’s a game bug. Someone logged into a monster model.”

“Everyone has counted the list. Normal Players aren’t missing.” Anakin clutched the old man’s shirt.

“The system is still there. Don’t diverge too much. It must be those criminals illegally logging in, creating such bugs… You also said that normal Players aren’t missing. We know those monsters aren’t our own. Isn’t this enough?”

Solo insisted, his voice loud and anxious, containing a trace of fear.

Anakin gave a bitter smile. She knew what he was afraid of. People always preferred to believe what they wanted to believe. No Player was willing to accept the idea that “there may be something wrong with the game itself.”

And… And this really didn’t prove anything unless they could find that succubus knight and confront her in person.

She hoped those two NPCs could survive safely. This time, she also had to step out of the quest and genuinely investigate this matter.

Various mechanisms collapsed, and characters decayed after logging out. All could be attributed to terrorists destroying the game program.

But if there were really unrelated ordinary people turning into monsters… Could this game still be considered a “game”?

“This world has normal quests, and there is also a Demon King. Except for games, where else would there be a deliberately set final boss?” At the bedside, Rogue Solo was still murmuring softly, not knowing who he wanted to convince. “Defeating the Demon King is clearing the game. Clearing the game means going home… Clearing the game means going home. This must be the case…”

……

“That is part of the Demon King’s minions!” A female voice yelled from behind Nol.

The Devil King’s minions? …That thing?

Nol looked towards the “Thousand-Hand Nightmare” not far away, while Teest remained the same, ignoring the stranger’s words and quickly rushing towards the target nearby.

Nol didn’t think that the “Thousand-Hand Nightmare” was very strong. Roughly estimating its strength, it wasn’t a match for both of them. However, even at this moment, it was still emitting that strange aura that made him feel uncomfortable all over.

​[Teest, danger!] Nol shouted in his mind.

This time, Teest abruptly stopped with a sharp and neat brake and easily jumped back as if inertia didn’t exist for him. [What’s wrong, honey?]

​[What that person said makes sense. We’re not in a rush. We should be cautious,] Nol ​thought.

​[But I have a better idea.] Teest’s thought came with a smile.

Immediately, Nol watched as Teest changed his step and turned into a silver whirlwind, rushing in the direction where the woman’s voice came from.

“What the fuck—!” The woman yelled in a confused common language, leaping out of her hiding place and running away.

She was quite far from them, and Nol could only see a silhouette.

The silhouette was almost like a living skeleton, but healthier than any succubus he had seen. Her clothes were a bit weird, and she was holding something curved overhead in her right hand, the outline resembling a crowbar.

“Wait!” Nol paused for a half-second, not caring about the Nightmare creature. “Wait, I also—”

Before he could shout out, the figure of the succubus disappeared into the fog.

Nol caught up, panting, and gripped the hem of Teest’s robe. “She kindly reminded us. Why did you scare her off?!” Damn, she could have been his neighbor!

“Look at the strength, the intention to fight, and the purpose. The instinctive reaction will not lie,” Teest said indifferently. “That guy is a female succubus. She’s not weak and has no intention of being our enemy. She’s very good at escaping, and she has a clear direction of escape. She definitely has a base.”

Although Teest appeared polite and gentlemanly on the surface, Nol suspected that this guy automatically regarded all breathing entities as enemies.

Now the compatriot was scared away. Nol rubbed his temples hard and sighed. “Consult me next time.”

Teest slightly turned his head. “No. Such probing requires the element of surprise.”

Fine. Nol wiped his face.

No matter how much sharp emotion he accumulated, in the face of this guy, they would collapse into a soft feeling of powerlessness.

At least they knew that there might be a succubus neighbor here, and the neighbor seemed to be in a good mental state.

Nol thought for a while on the spot and gently tapped Teest’s tail tip.

“Since the person is lost. Let’s go back first.”

“What do you mean the person is lost? I can continue tracking,” Teest muttered.

“Chase now or later, it’s all chasing. Give her some time to recover. If we chase now, it’s no different from an actual chase.” Nol shook his head. “Let’s check on that ‘Demon King’s minion’ first.”

He had seen the explanation of “Devil King’s minions” in history books.

They were mainly distributed around the border of the Desolation Islands and basically didn’t appear in inland areas. The book said they were monsters formed by being corrupted by the “aura of the Demon King”. They were irrational, uncommunicative, irredeemable, and full of malice towards everything.

The description was vague, and the setting was quite cliché. He didn’t know how many times he had seen it in various works.

‘Seeing is believing,’ Nol thought.

The surrounding area was still a dark nightmare scene, and the monster didn’t catch up. Nol skillfully released the invisibility spell and stepped on the path he came by.

By the time he reached the location, Nol almost couldn’t hold back and really vomited—

The earth wall he erected had already completely collapsed, and the originally empty ground was now crowded with those “Thousand-Hand Nightmares”.

They were packed like City A’s subway during peak hours, their bodies almost melting into one another, and it was impossible to distinguish them apart.

A thousand monsters? Ten thousand? Nol couldn’t count. He only saw endless, interlacing, skinny arms and the numerous human-like palms on them.

It was as if a new layer of shrubbery made of flesh and blood had grown in the forest.

Nol smelled a strong scent of blood—the wounded monster was surrounded in the middle, with nearby monsters surging incessantly. Along with the blood scent, there was also the faint sound of flesh being torn apart.

The monsters in the outer ring were slowly waving their arms, their fingers slowly twitching, like blind people exploring in a strange environment.

…Here, Nol couldn’t use his proudest summoning technique; it was difficult for him to deal with enemies of this scale.

A chill went through Nol’s heart.

No wonder the basic requirement of the mission “Survive or Die” was to “leave the Dream Edge alive.” Facing these monsters, they seemed to have no choice but to run away.

…How many of these things are there?

…How are they going to break through this sea of monsters’ tactics?

…The succubi are surrounded by them layer by layer. What can they do to save the succubi tribe?

“Wow, it would be strange if those succubi could win. Once these things step in, they could crush all the succubi.” Teest evidently thought of the same thing and almost whistled.

“Honey, if you want to find out the truth, you don’t have much time left.”

Nol remained silent.

“You’re not still thinking of saving those succubi, are you? From the hands of these things?”

Teest chuckled at the pun about “hands”, poking Nol in the chest with the tip of his tail. “No offense, the shadow wolf is much smarter than these filthy things. Although you are very charming, you better not think about getting along with them.”

‘Indeed,’ Nol thought.

The shadow wolf was at least filled with the vitality of normal creatures. The things in front of him only emitted emptiness and death.

Endless terrifying monsters, the walking dead succubi… this problem was really tough.

Nol manipulated the flesh under his collarbone to disappear and casually caught Teest’s precious coin. Oddly, even after residing in his stomach acid for a moment, the blood stain on the coin seemed to have seeped into the metal and remained extremely conspicuous.

And the scratches on that gold wheel didn’t seem like normal scratches; they looked more like irregularly carved marks.

“You take it back first,” Nol said, the flesh in his abdomen silently recovering.

The coin still held his body temperature, lying warmly in his palm. Teest took the coin, casually tossed it in his hand, then slapped it on the back of his hand.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m making a bet with myself,” Teest said lightly. “If the coin is heads, I’ll assist you—no matter how much I hate it—in saving this tribe; if it’s tails, I’ll look for a way out first.”

He continued, showing a bright smile, “Then, when you fail the ‘perfect clearance’ challenge, I’ll snatch you out of here.”

Nol was silent for two seconds. “What’s the answer?”

“Unfortunately, it’s heads.” Teest didn’t sound very happy.

“You can actually control the coin flip, right?” Nol couldn’t help but pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Unfortunately, yes.” Teest sounded even unhappier. “Making a decision is hard. I need a bit of ceremony.”

Nol gave up on understanding his thought process. “Thank you for your full support. Is your ceremony done yet?”

“No,” Teest said unhappily. “You know, I’m very fickle. So, I need one final step—”

Teest walked in front of Nol and stretched out his hand. The hot coin was pressed again against Nol’s lips with just the right amount of force.

The gold sank into the soft, red flesh, and the edge of the coin knocked against Nol’s teeth, making a ‘clink’ sound.

“Please keep it for me,” Teest whispered.

“So you won’t leave me?”

Nol didn’t swallow the coin immediately. Teest’s knuckles were resting on his chin, astonishingly warm.

“No, no, no.” Teest’s voice lifted slightly. “This way, when I want to leave you, I will hesitate—very, very much.”

“This way, you will have a chance to grab my tail, honey.”

Nol stared at those nearly sincere golden eyes. He slightly opened his lips and swallowed the coin again.

This time, he swallowed slowly, almost provocatively. “Then I will definitely hold on tightly and never let go.”

Teest laughed as he withdrew his finger. The hand slowly approached his waist, then swiftly waved—only to see a flash of sword light, and several trees in the distance fell with a crash.

A familiar female voice screamed from the bushes. The person hiding inside was pressed perfectly.

“It seems everyone has the same idea.”

Teest rushed towards the bushes. “…Nobody likes to let go of their prey easily.”


The author has something to say:

Another neighbor is online! Roughly estimated, there are probably a thousand people in Nol’s community?

Neighbor: (Cursing loudly)

Neighbor: You’re all being sweet! What do you care about me?!


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Full Server First Kill Ch54

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 54: The Demon King’s Minions

For the two Players, in the blink of an eye, those two NPCs disappeared along with the thick fog. Just a few steps away, they couldn’t see anything clearly, as the whole process was frighteningly fast.

Solo suppressed a scream that was stuck in his throat. He was stunned in place for a full five seconds. “Fuck, it’s over—!”

Triggering the event right from the start, this quest is too perverse! They had just stepped into the Dream Forest on the first day. There should at least be some time to get familiar.

Were quests normally arranged like this, with absolutely no room for error? Did they also need them to tie those two NPCs to their belts and walk them like dogs…?

“Alright, alright, stop wailing.”

Anakin was equally tense. She immediately summoned the quest dialog box to repeatedly confirm. “The condition ‘Assist in saving the soon-to-be extinct succubus tribe’ is still there. Those two must still be alive—at least they haven’t both died.”

After all, those two NPCs were the ones who proposed the “rescue”. If they had died just now, the quest condition would certainly have been grayed out—otherwise, with the assisted ones gone, how could the Players achieve “perfect completion”?

“Yeah, yeah, those two guys really look extraordinary. They definitely have a big plot on them—yeah, a big plot.” Rogue Solo patted his chest, trying to comfort himself.

Anakin held her magic wand half-raised cautiously, and the two Players shifted towards the direction where Teest and the others disappeared.

They scanned every detail with their eyes. The environment where the two disappeared was no different from the surroundings. Unusual leaf arrangements, deformed trees, stones shining with special glows… Nothing, absolutely nothing.

So they boldly followed the mist, traveling through the dense fog, still unable to achieve any results.

“The attacker probably really thought that the white-haired one was a succubus, so they made a move.”

Solo, circling around the same tree for the fifth time, couldn’t help but speak up. “I vaguely saw it. The black-haired one made a forward movement at the end. It didn’t seem like he was taken away actively.”

“If you keep calling them ‘white hair’ and ‘black hair’ so casually, be careful when you say it in front of them. Their goodwill might plummet… tsk tsk tsk.” Anakin rested against a tree, responding irritably.

“Why do Western names have to be so hard to remember? It hurts my brain!” Solo argued loudly. “Movies are my limit. You know I can’t watch series. I forget who is who by the second episode.”

Anakin curled her lips. “Alright, I was actually considering this just now too. The mechanism in the mist may indeed be targeted only at succubi.”

“Sister, I think it’s useless for us to keep looking. How about you wear the succubus costume?” Solo suggested.

“Okay, you dress me up.”

A few minutes later, a freshly made pair of succubus siblings stepped on the fallen leaves.

Although their tails weren’t stiff, they hung stiffly, like genuine leather decorations bought online. One could say they looked quite soulless.

“It’s hard to control. It reminds me of when I first learned to ride a bike.” Anakin grinned. “I saw Landus controlling it quite easily. Could that guy really be a succubus?”

As she said this, she casually grabbed Solo’s tail. The latter immediately screamed and sat on the ground.

“Why are you pulling so hard?!” His tail flapped around like a live fish.

“Does it hurt that much?” Anakin curiously touched her own tail. This touch was critical. She shivered all over—that feeling wasn’t pain but was more like sensitive skin being stimulated. The surface of her tail seemed to be made of sole skin. Touching it made her extremely uncomfortable.

“Uhh, that Landus wrapped his tail around someone’s wrist, I thought…” she said while sucking in cold air.

“That white-haired brother is really fierce.” Solo wobbled to his feet. “My legs went soft just now. Oh god.”

The two semi-finished succubi wandered around the forest for a long time, but the surroundings were still quiet and beautiful.

“I’m wondering too. Could that white-haired brother really be a succubus? Or are we just too novice, and they look down on us…” Solo stared blankly at the fog, murmuring as he squatted under a tree.

“Then we can only follow the NPCs’ instructions.” Anakin squatted ungracefully a few steps away, both looking like idle old men at a village entrance.

“The NPCs’ instructions?”

“Yes, before they disappeared, they said they would go back and inquire about that female knight.”

Anakin stood up. Behind the tree trunk, she changed back to her original attire. “Old rules. If the way of finding people doesn’t work, we follow the process first.”

Seeing only two humans coming back, Succubus Doni, in charge of reception, said nothing and just looked at them expressionlessly.

“They said they need to investigate thoroughly,” Anakin said in her gentle and holy voice, her smile even more perfect than her voice. “The Lord sent us back to investigate some minor things.”

Doni still looked at them coldly. “This is not a place where humans can wander around.”

“We want to see the room of that female knight—Miss Malvina.” Anakin skillfully ignored his unfriendly attitude. “Our companions want to do their best to find the queen. They don’t want to miss any clues.”

She emphasized the lines “our companions” and “do their best”.

The skeletal-looking succubus narrowed his eyes. He finally looked at the two Players, and the corners of his mouth twitched. “Fine, but we have conditions. Just like last night, you need to keep providing life energy until you leave this place.”

Rogue Solo opened his mouth, his cheeks gradually reddening. “What, last night it was you…”

“I have no objections.” Anakin quickly covered her cousin’s mouth, suspecting that if she were a bit slower, this guy would ask the succubus if they could customize the plot.

“…I have no objections either.” Solo finally complied.

Doni gave a perfunctory nod, extending his thin arm. “Then please follow me… Malvina’s room, right? She lives nearby.”

“Why not tell them about Malvina? Since they are looking for the queen, this is pretty important, right?” Along the way, Solo couldn’t help but ask.

Doni glanced at him, clearly not wanting to deal with this human, but ‘beggars can’t be choosers*’ was also a fact.

*The mouth that has eaten someone’s food is soft (吃人嘴软) Idiom referring the feeling of obligation or gratitude that one feels after accepting a gift or favor from someone else.

“Malvina is the one among us who cares the most about our race. She always left food for the weak and became weaker faster than anyone. Two months ago, she almost died.”

He narrated in a flat tone. “Since then, her mind hasn’t been right—perhaps due to extreme despair, Malvina has become erratic and is no longer so devoted to the tribe and the queen. She and the queen disappeared separately. The two cannot be discussed as one.”

They reached the end of the corridor, and Succubus Doni stopped in front of a beautiful double door. “This is Malvina’s residence. You can stay as long as you want. Just make sure to sleep every day.”

Anakin and Solo looked at each other and almost simultaneously reached out their hands to push the door open.

……

The smoke was filled with a bitter, fishy stench, reminiscent of the thick smoke produced by burning inferior coal. Nol tightly hugged Teest’s waist, incessantly coughing due to the strange mist.

The thick mist hadn’t yet dissipated when a pair of hands suddenly choked him from behind.

No, more than one pair of hands.

Nol’s arms were tightly gripped by five or six hands, and his ankles were being dragged down fiercely by cold palms. The cloak on his body was also being pulled tightly, making it hard for him to breathe… If he indeed needed to breathe.

It seemed like they were planning to peel him off Teest and kill him swiftly, and the order of doing these two things seemed quite indifferent.

Teest’s tail was tightly curled in his hand, obviously not in a good situation either. This encounter wasn’t a quest design—they were facing an opponent who was adept at seizing the opportunity to strike when one was sick, catching them at a very tricky time.

Nol ignored the hands on his neck, clinging onto Teest like a drowning man.

[Bloodline Suppression] activated.

The fear effect of [Bloodline Suppression] took effect.

[Death Threat] conditions were met. The target had become immobilized for five seconds.

…The Mad Monk certainly wouldn’t miss this opportunity.

Sure enough, Teest’s tense tail suddenly relaxed, and then the muscles in his waist tightened.

Nol heard the dull sound of a blade cutting through flesh and bone, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling—the arms that had been choking them suddenly lightened, and a warm liquid drenched Nol.

Throughout, he hadn’t let go of Teest. The staff almost got dragged away by those hands. Kando opened its crystal shell like a hermit crab, and its candle tears tightly entangled Nol’s clothes, barely avoiding disaster.

Something let out a painful shriek and ran away. Nol tentatively opens his eyes. His eyelids were glued together with thick plasma.

The blood emitted a stench like rotting flesh, appearing to be as black as oil.

“Shh, shh—it’s okay now. Well done.”

Teest spoke softly. The “Betrayer” had transformed into a long sword with thick black blood sliding down its blade. “You can let go of me now.”

Nol let go of his arms and wiped the black blood on his face. He then grabbed the staff with his blood-covered hand.

Kando rolled its eyes several times but cautiously didn’t reveal itself, quickly retracting back into its disguised crystal shell—however, this time, it closed its shell with unusual loudness.

The mist had mostly dissipated, allowing Nol to finally see the nearby scenery.

If the forest at the Dream Edge was like the Black Forest with a cute dreamy filter added, the forest in front of him was the horror movie-exclusive dark version—

The trees were still the same, but the colors and atmosphere had become especially oppressive. The sky, once ambiguously soft, had turned into a moonless, starless night.

Through night vision, Nol also clearly saw what attacked them.

It was a… monster that he couldn’t simply summarize.

This thing was large, entirely black, and barely resembled the dried corpse of a war horse in size. Unlike the clean and refreshing pure black of the shadow wolf, its body surface was like sewer sludge, reflecting a sticky light.

And it didn’t have a head on its neck.

Its dried neck was like a tree trunk, branching and branching again, extending dozens of “branch arms” that kept waving, and each arm ended with a human hand.

Currently, nearly half of its arms had been severed by Teest, and black blood was still pouring out endlessly.

The fingers of the remaining hands were frantically moving, like mad spiders. A blurred, hoarse shriek came from inside it, and it was unknown which organ was making the sound.

After the incident with the Lord of the Whitebird City, Nol thought he had developed some resistance to these inexplicable creatures. However, the familiar nauseous feeling returned, and he almost retched out loud.

[It… its body is like a nightmare.] Nol clamped his hand over his mouth, reminding Teest in his thoughts.

Nightmares, the old foes of succubi.

Nightmares also controlled dreams, drawing life force from them. However, they preferred nightmares—apart from a few with peculiar tastes, most people didn’t experience erotic dreams and nightmares at the same time. There was serious predatory conflict between these two species.

If succubi could use dreams within dreams to hide their bases, then it made sense that Nightmares could use them to capture prey… The problem was, no matter how he looked at it, this thing only had the skeleton and a touch of a Nightmare.

A Nightmare was supposed to be a robust warhorse with a mane burning in dark red flames. Its black fur should be sleek and healthy, and its blood should be an ordinary red color.

They would only politely feed on nightmares and wouldn’t physically attack their targets.

“I know about Nightmares. This thing looks more like a modified corpse of a Nightmare,” Teest commented. “You’re indeed an expert, recognizing it.”

The creature’s skinny arms were moving sinisterly as it started circling them slowly. Nol quickly lifted his staff, standing back-to-back with Teest.

It emitted an aura that made Nol very uncomfortable. Despite knowing that it would be hard for it to kill them again, the weird, icy feeling still made Nol shiver.

If it used the same tactics to capture the succubi, the weakened succubi indeed couldn’t resist. The problem was, where did those captured succubi go? Were they eaten by this thing, or…

Jingle.

With a crisp sound, an old, rounded gold wheel appeared on the fallen leaves, emitting a glaring golden light in the surrounding darkness.

Blood stained the coin, precisely on the eye of the engraved king’s face, leaving very fine traces, like a line of bloody tears.

The other side of the coin was engraved with leaves and the sun. The surface, which should have been smooth, was full of scratches, appearing somewhat dim.

Rolling around, the coin rolled under the “Thousand-Hand Nightmare”, as if following it.

One by one, identical coins rolled out from the darkness, gathering in groups behind the “Thousand-Hand Nightmare”, rolling together, bringing a sense of absurd unreality.

The monster was gradually narrowing the encirclement. The group of coins was getting larger and closer, grinding over the fallen leaves like a swarm of insects.

Teest’s tail gently pressed against Nol’s lower back, coiling tightly again. He moved, seemingly wanting to protect his pouch.

“Is what you saw earlier this?” Nol asked.

“Yes,” Teest admitted. “Honey, summon something. I don’t want them getting any closer—I don’t want to lose the real thing.”

…If this creature indeed had the characteristics of a Nightmare, this coin probably had significant meaning to Teest, and not in a good way.

A cake smashed on the ground along with the blood-stained gold wheel. He seemed to have touched a bit—a little bit—of the soul belonging to the Mad Monk that was human.

“I tried just now. I can’t summon corpses here. It seems dreams within dreams are special.” Nol made a sound of agreement, suppressing his urge to inquire further. “But I have an idea. Teest, take out the real thing.”

Teest titled his head, watching Nol from the corner of his eye. His left hand tightly grasped the pouch, and his tail rummaged inside for a moment before coiling around an old gold coin.

“What next?” Teest asked, his tail tip tightly wrapping the coin.

“Then face me.” Nol said, releasing a neat and sharp spell creating a wall of earth.

With the enhancement of the magic staff, the soil arched, and the fallen leaves quickly rose. A tall and hard mud wall was raised, temporarily blocking the creature and the group of coins outside.

Teest silently turned around, and Nol smiled at him, slightly opening his mouth.

He pointed to the tip of his bright red tongue with a calm and natural expression. “Please keep it here.”

Once this battle was over, he could let the flesh disappear. The coin would directly fall from his stomach. After all, stomach acid couldn’t corrode gold.

Teest’s expression froze.

“Time is limited.” Nol urged him, “Hurry up.”

Finally, Teest silently took out the coin from the tip of his tail. He didn’t hand it to Nol but pinched it with his fingertips and gently pressed it to Nol’s lips.

Nol raised his eyebrows and, in the end, neither questioned nor avoided it. His tongue tip curled around Teest’s fingertip, prying away the coin, and successfully clamped it between his lips. Then, he frowned slightly. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and the small coin was successfully swallowed.

“…Cough cough.”

Nol wiped his lips. The metal was too hard that he was still choking a bit. “Now you can play freely, Mr. Mad Monk—fortunately, your treasure is a coin. If it were a ball of gold thread or something, I would be powerless.”

Teest stared at Nol’s lips and slowly showed a smile. “I’m really lucky, aren’t I? …You are right. Treasures should be kept together.”

The next moment, the mud wall behind him collapsed. Nol raised his magic staff, and the hot wind brought up Teest’s hair strands. A terrifying fireball blasted towards that creature. The rain-like jumping coins flickered with fire and poured towards them.

With his back to the exploding dark flames, Teest curved his eyes.

He skillfully grabbed Nol’s hand and left a light kiss on the back of his hand. Then he turned around. The long sword in his hand drew an orange arc of light.

But before they set off, they had already launched [Betrayal Overture], Nol thought.

However, this problem only troubled him for a moment. In the instant, he raised his magic staff, and a recovery spell shot out.

“Stop!”

At this time, behind them, a woman’s voice shouted. “Don’t attack anymore. Be careful, or you’ll attract more!”

“Those are the Demon King’s minions!” she shouted hoarsely.

……

Anakin paced around in the female knight’s room. It was a large and open room, showing that Malvina didn’t have many personal belongings.

Solo was desperately searching near the desk. “Maybe she wrote a diary… There should be some diary hints in this situation!”

Anakin sighed as she closed another weapon cabinet. “Not every key figure has the habit of keeping a diary. Otherwise, it would be too ridiculous.”

“This place is almost like a succubus template room. There are no clues at all.” Solo painfully flipped through those books. “Sister, are we looking in the wrong direction?”

Anakin sighed even louder. “They won’t let us see the Queen’s residence. Let’s finish searching here first.”

At this moment, Anakin was checking the only wardrobe in the room. She had to agree with Solo’s opinion. This Malvina really didn’t have any personality to dig into.

The female knight’s clothes were all basic succubus styles, rows of square white cloth hanging full of the closet; the scene was like copy-paste. Her underwear was also folded neatly. Anakin could only see that she was a very disciplined person… and that was it.

Maybe they really were looking in the wrong direction. She numbly shuffled through each succubus suit.

Suddenly, her hand stopped.

Anakin hissed and pulled out one of the clothes—it was also white and hung with other white clothes that she almost missed it.

The fabric of that garment was the same as the other clothes but had very fine stitches, showing it was skillfully modified.

…And its shape, every person from Country C would be incredibly familiar with it.

Anakin held it up and flipped it back and forth, the puzzlement on her face growing thicker. Solo glanced over with his mouth wide open.

A few seconds later, he spoke up even more puzzled—

“Is this… an old man’s shirt?”


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Escape From the Asylum Ch35

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 35

In front of Building A, the bodies of two snipers lay silently on the ground.

Zhou Qian didn’t let his team go out for the time being but waited for three minutes.

During these three minutes, ghostly whispers continued to emanate from the building. No new snipers emerged from inside or outside, and no other potentially lurking S Army troops nearby noticed any anomalies and rushed over.

Thus, after confirming that there were only these two snipers here, Zhou Qian gestured and walked over with his other three teammates.

In less than half a minute, they quickly stripped the two corpses of their bullets, guns, and other tools.

During the process, He Xiaowei tried to strip off their clothes, thinking that if they could wear the uniforms of the S Army, maybe they could blend in later on. But he realized he couldn’t do that.

Because these gunmen had no faces and no tangible clothes. They were like shadows formed into human shapes, able to see, hear, speak, and kill, but they weren’t really humans.

While his teammates gathered the spoils, Zhou Qian slowly walked to a spot 200 meters directly in front of the building, illuminated by a streetlight. He bent down, and after a while, he found a dull scale that hadn’t been washed away.

He reached out, placing the scale in his palm, and stared at it intently, as if deep in thought.

He Xiaowei came over with a gun, squatted next to him, and also looked at the scale. After a while, he patted Zhou Qian on the shoulder. “You’re quite an enigma. You don’t seem as cold-blooded as you appear.”

“Huh?” Zhou Qian asked in surprise. “Do I come off as ruthless? I feel like I’ve been very friendly to all of you. Haven’t I?”

He Xiaowei: “…”

Putting the gathered bullets and gunpowder into their bags, He Xiaowei then asked, “Ahem… What’s with that dragon? Is it some kind of… mental creation of yours?”

When players exited the game, all their injuries would be healed. So, He Xiaowei speculated that they didn’t enter this game with their bodies but with their minds.

Their training and leveling up in the game were actually upgrades on a spiritual level. Therefore, it was entirely possible for the mind to differentiate itself into some creature or even a human within the game world.

Zhou Qian, looking at the scale in his hand, said, “It might be. But I feel… they are not entirely the product of my mind alone.”

He Xiaowei was puzzled. “Huh? What do you mean? If not just yours, then whose?”

Zhou Qian remained silent, recalling how the little dragon seemed to have its own consciousness the previous night, heading towards Room 701 with a clear goal—Jiang Yuqing.

Zhou Qian was led into the game by a dragon. Although everything since then related to his own choices and all the hidden instances were opened through his own efforts, he always felt as if someone was expecting him to follow a predestined path.

Zhou Qian clearly didn’t like being “arranged”. After all, he was always the one arranging others.

But at that moment, he didn’t say much more. He just packed up the scale, stood up, and looked back at Situ Qing and Yun Xiangrong. “Let’s go. Our next target is Building B.”

……

Half an hour later, the snipers in Buildings A, B, and C had all been dealt with in a similar manner by Zhou Qian’s team. Now, the city’s second safe zone was theirs for the taking.

In games, monsters usually appeared where important treasures were. After killing these monsters, apart from what you could loot from their bodies, searching their surroundings would often lead to finding valuable items.

This pattern held true in this instance too. The four of them gained a lot, finding many weapons, including smoke grenades, flashbangs, and explosives.

Now better armed, they set up explosives as traps on a main road, anticipating the incoming S Army from the outskirts. Then they hid in Building A, the building closest to the west pier.

Upon entering the building, they were surrounded by a horde of ghosts. But quickly, all four took out their Seventh Army uniforms, and the ghosts joyfully welcomed them.

“Ah, the Seventh Army is here!”

“They’ve come to save us!”

“Are you tired? Thirsty?”

Zhou Qian only said one thing to the ghosts, “The S Army will arrive soon. Within ten seconds, you need to extinguish all the lights. After that, no one should speak. We will set an ambush here.”

Once Zhou Qian finished speaking, the ghosts immediately complied. Their shared hatred for the S Army enabled them to swiftly complete Zhou Qian’s instructions.

True to his word, within ten seconds, all the lights in Building A went out. Furthermore, the building fell silent, with none of the ghosts speaking.

Of course, before returning to Building A, Zhou Qian and his group had given the same instructions to the ghosts in Buildings B and C. From a distance, all three buildings appeared silent and dark, as if nothing had happened recently. It seemed as though S Army snipers were still lurking there.

After choosing an optimal vantage point at the top of Building A, the four-member squad took their positions to ambush.

About five minutes later, members of the S Army started to arrive. They came from three directions—east, north, and west—covering all directions that Buildings A, B, and C faced.

The most significant group headed towards building A, as it was the closest path to the second main road, right into the ambush set by Zhou Qian. The smaller squads took other paths, heading in the west and north directions.

Only the southern direction was unoccupied.

Zhou Qian considered three possibilities.

First, the wasteland might genuinely have landmines.

Second, countless citizens of Cypress City were buried there, making it a cemetery. But since the area lacked items like dog blood and talisman paper, perhaps the S Army was superstitious and chose to avoid it.

Third, with only a few trees and no buildings, the wasteland offered little cover; it was unlikely that Jiang Yuqing would be hiding there, so there was no need for the S Army to search that area.

From the top of Building A, Zhou Qian watched a large troop approach using his binoculars. They didn’t head straight to the main road. Instead, they methodically searched house by house, looking for Jiang Yuqing. People kept entering and exiting houses. Those exiting shook their heads to indicate that Jiang Yuqing wasn’t found.

Once the troop finished searching the whole street and was sure Jiang Yuqing wasn’t there, Zhou Qian signaled Yun Xiangrong. She immediately took out her flute and played a soft note.

The flute’s sound was melodious but subtle from the building’s height. As she played, soft willow catkins surrounded her. In the past, these fluffs could heal wounds. Now, they became weapons.

However, this time, Yun Xiangrong’s weapon wasn’t the catkins itself. She used it as a medium. As the catkins gathered, He XIaowei quickly ignited it with a lighter. The catkins transformed into glowing embers and dispersed as Yun Xiangrong played a more urgent tune. The embers floated out of the building and began to fall.

Discussions erupted among the S Army below.

“What’s that?”

“Fireflies? Are there fireflies in Cypress City?”

“That doesn’t seem right!”

“What harm can fireflies do?”

Suddenly, the dark night was lit up by countless falling sparks, resembling a meteor shower. But this beautiful sight was deadly.

The embers aimed not at the troops on the road but at the edges. The faint “pop” sounds were the fuses of the hidden explosives igniting—a sound all too familiar to veterans.

“It’s an ambush!”

After a shout, the well-trained troops scattered. But it was too late. Explosions resonated throughout the street, turning it into an inferno. The flames, like a monster, devoured every escaping S Army member.

On the main road, the entire S Army troops were obliterated. The flames almost turned the sky red.

The S Army squads from other directions realized the danger and ran with their guns drawn. However, by this time, Zhou Qian and his group had already silently left Building A, heading straight to the last “safe zone”—the core area of Cypress City!

……

Leaving the second main road, Changjiang Road, the four players checked along the way for any signs of dog blood and amulets on the ground while moving forward in the dark.

When they reached a certain point, Zhou Qian made a gesture, and all four of them stopped.

The reason he wanted everyone to stop was simple: about five hundred meters away, almost every place was brightly lit.

Why, in the central area of the city, were all the lights on in every household?

Zhou Qian suppressed the doubts in his heart and rearranged the team into pairs. After grouping, everyone did the same thing as before—climbing trees or getting on top of buildings to check the situation in the city center and see which tall buildings had talismans around them.

The central area of the city was relatively small, covering an area of about three kilometers in diameter. This time, it took less than ten minutes for them to roughly check the area and regroup.

However, everyone looked serious. The situation seemed much more complicated than they had imagined.

Not far ahead was the very center of the city. The largest building there was a school.

The school had many buildings, and one of its towers was the tallest structure in that area, a place Zhou Qian was keen to take control of.

Three sides of the school were surrounded by wide, straight roads connected to many alleys and various buildings, while the remaining side had a row of low houses.

Initially, the players speculated that most of the S Army was on the outskirts of the city, fearing the numerous ghosts in the city. They let two children slowly sprinkle dog blood and paste talismans until most of the ghosts were sealed.

Under such circumstances, the number of S Army members who initially entered the city center would not be large, approximately the same as the snipers in the three ABC buildings.

However, their findings contradicted this. Fortunately, they stopped in time. Starting from about 300 meters ahead, almost everywhere was covered in talismans. In the dark night, the many bright yellow talismans almost formed a river, laid out on every road.

This suggested that there could be ambushes in every building in the city’s core area.

“What the hell is going on?” He Xiaowei whispered in shock. “Not only are there so many S Army on the outskirts, but there are also so many in the core area! We initially thought there were hardly any people here!”

Zhou Qian slightly frowned, then said, “So we need to revise our initial judgment. But if you think about it, this makes more sense. Remember the two plot points we triggered?”

“Yeah,” He Xiaowei immediately replied. “The first was about marrying a ghost bride, and the second was being robbed by ghost children on the main street!”

“Right, in both plots, Da Shou and Xiao Pang appeared. They first went to the place of the marriage ceremony and then to the main street. Compared to the outermost main street, the alley where the ghost bride event occurred is closer to the city center. So,” Zhou Qian continued, “we can infer that these two children started from the center of the city and moved outwards. Therefore, based on our current observations, the real situation might be that a team from the S Army arrived in Cypress City first and directly reached the core of the city. Da Shou and Xiao Pang might have been in the very center of the city from the beginning.”

For various reasons, a team from the S Army came to the city’s core area first.

It could be speculated that there were no landmines or the like in this area because these people need to run around here. That was why they pasted talismans all over this place.

From the beginning, Da Shou and Xiao Pang were brought by this S Army team to the very core of the city. It was this team of the S Army that forced them to move from the city’s core area, scattering talismans all the way to the west pier, paving a path for the rest of the large forces to easily enter the city center.

So, the two children started from the city center and moved towards the outskirts, leaving talismans in many ghost-prone areas under the S Army’s instructions. They also placed many talismans in tall buildings where snipers might be stationed.

In this way, they first encountered the ghost bride, sealed her, and then retreated to the city’s outermost main street, where they tried to seal a large number of ghosts.

Hearing this, He Xiaowei couldn’t help but ask, “When a unit from the S Army initially arrived at the center of Cypress City… what were they there for?”

Yun Xiangrong replied, “Perhaps it’s related to the storyline. Isn’t there a school in the city center? Maybe there’s some kind of laboratory inside. Or perhaps Jiang Yuqing left some notes at that university. They needed to search the school. Jiang Yuqing’s notes are crucial, so despite the ghosts not being sealed, they went in first.”

Zhou Qian, who was sitting in a tree, squinted towards the direction of the school.

“Actually, the full sequence of events could be that a contingent of the S Army first arrived in Cypress City, and at the same time, they captured Jiang Yuqing.”

“Maybe, as Yun Xiangrong suggested, Jiang Yuqing had visited this school before and left something behind; or perhaps a professor here was classmates with Jiang Yuqing and knew some related information and wrote down some draft notes related to formulas…”

“In any case, this S Army brought Jiang Yuqing to the school, forcing him to write down the formula while simultaneously searching the school.”

After a brief pause, Zhou Qian continued, “However, later on, Jiang Yuqing was rescued. Meanwhile, all the exits from this city were occupied by the S Army. This pretty much ensured that Jiang Yuqing hadn’t left the city and is still hiding somewhere. Afterward, they arranged for children to spread talisman papers and other things. Due to the ghost disturbances, some people retreated to the pier, but because the mission was urgent, others continued to stay around the school searching for information.”

“My guess now… is that, based on the principle that the most dangerous place is often the safest, Jiang Yuqing is hiding in that school, or nearby. The troops outside the city will search layer by layer, but those left inside are also scouring every inch for him. So maybe… Jiang Yuqing will soon be found. Moreover, the above speculations indicate a very important matter.”

With a tense expression, He Xiaowei hurriedly asked, “What important matter?”

Zhou Qian’s gaze became grave. “The S Army currently located in the city center is the vanguard. This means they are the real invading force. The citizens all over the city… were first slaughtered by them!”

The elite force that invaded Cypress City and massacred its residents was right now in the city center. Those on the pier were partly the reserve force, arriving only after the vanguard successfully captured Cypress City.

As such, the combat capabilities of the S Army in the city center might be entirely unmatched by the small fries they had encountered before. They were a formidable team, but also extremely brutal.

Having understood many key points, Yun Xiangrong couldn’t help but frown. “This level… cannot possibly be just a level-two difficulty. Where does the 60% pass rate come from?”

At this moment, Situ Qing glanced at Zhou Qian next to her and said, “I guess there are two main tasks. If we hadn’t completed the side quest named ‘Check and Balance’ yesterday, today’s main task would be much easier.”

“But now… we’re going for hidden achievement. So this mission seems too hard. Not to mention that the enemies in the city center are very tough to deal with. Even if we manage to deal with them… we have no idea how many are at the pier. How can the four of us go against an entire army?”

After discussing for a while, the three players looked at Zhou Qian with indescribable expressions. They saw Zhou Qian casually taking out a piece of paper and a pen, starting to sketch out a map of the city center.

He then said, “The elite S Army inside is elite, but they are just more accurate snipers, stronger and more brutal. However, their weapon configurations must be similar; they won’t suddenly bring out a powerful weapon that deviates from the game’s logic to deal with us.”

“Moreover, having slaughtered the city, they’ve likely used up a lot of their ammunition, significantly weakening their strength since their siege. Lastly, there must be a way to clear the game. If the three safe zones are seen as three small levels, then the rules given in the first two levels must also apply to the third one.”

“Otherwise, the storylines and levels provided earlier would be meaningless. If game designers capriciously changed the rules, then this isn’t a game. Why wouldn’t they just kill players outright?”

“Therefore, avoiding light can prevent sniping; cleaning up dog blood and removing talisman papers can unseal the ghosts. These rules will continue to apply. Let’s think positively; the only added difficulty in the final level is that previously, we only had to deal with Buildings A, B, and C. Now, the area we have to cover is just a bit larger.”

Everyone thought to themselves—This is what you call a bit larger?

In the urban core area, everywhere was littered with talisman papers and dog blood. All the places were brightly lit, making it impossible for them to hide. Another 500 meters, and they would be exposed under all those lights.

How the hell were they supposed to handle this?

Situ Qing was the first to speak. “Cleaning up such a vast area of dog blood will deplete my mana. Without it, we won’t be able to use our abilities against the S Army. Sniping by myself… I doubt I can take them all down.”

He Xiaowei sighed repeatedly. “I wish I had learned to shoot earlier.”

Yun Xiangrong bluntly said, “Even if you had learned earlier, it wouldn’t make a difference. Given the vast difference in numbers, whether Situ Qing is the only one sniping or both of you are, the outcome will be the same. We have to think of another way.”

He Xiaowei was taken aback. “What do you mean by that?”

However, Yun Xiangrong turned to Zhou Qian and asked, “So, what’s your plan?”

Zhou Qian quickly drew a rough sketch on a draft paper, then he highlighted a path. “Based on our two teams’ reconnaissance, I’ve drawn a map. The path I’ve marked has the fewest talismans, dog blood, and lights combined.”

“All three of you, cooperate and do one thing.”

“Yun Xiangrong, follow this path and use willow catkins to cover the streetlights, bit by bit, silently. After covering one-third of the distance, as you continue to cover the lights ahead, blow away the catkins from behind so that the previously obscured lights light up again, so it doesn’t seem suspicious if the entire path goes dark.

“He Xiaowei and Situ Qing should follow the previous method and clean up the talisman papers and dog blood on this path.”

“If we’re only dealing with this path… our mana should be more than enough. But—” Yun Xiangrong glanced at Zhou Qian’s map. “Does this path lead to that school?”

“Yes. Following this route, we can pass through a row of residential houses and reach the school. From my observations, it’s the back entrance of the school.”

Zhou Qian elaborated further, “Since the S Army’s primary target is the school, it’s likely the first place where a massacre occurred. Da Shou and Xiao Pang might have been nearby, possibly even attending school here. The S Army might have decided to keep them after seeing the talisman on them and realizing they knew some occult techniques.”

Zhou Qian circled the location of the school and added, “The school’s labs, library, or offices are suitable for Jiang Yuqing to write. So after the S Army finds Jiang Yuqing, they’re likely to bring him to the school.

“Instead of trying to infiltrate the school later, we should take advantage of the fact that the main forces haven’t arrived yet and sneak in now. That’s the first reason for heading to the school.”

“As for the second reason—” Zhou Qian’s tone grew solemn. “Given the high probability of a massacre at the school, there must be many ghosts here. So, by breaking the seals, we can utilize a lot of spirits.”

“This means going deep into enemy territory and turning the tables.”

……

After about seven more minutes, following Zhou Qian’s method, the four successfully navigated the narrow path and reached the back door of the school directly.

Inside was the school’s rear playground.

The night seemed incredibly long and heavy.

There was no moonlight to be seen, but the lights from the edge of the playground revealed bones scattered all over.

How many students, teachers, and citizens were massacred here?

Hiding behind the wall next to the back door, the players felt an overwhelming weight on their hearts.

Just then, footsteps suddenly echoed near the back door, and everyone quickly retreated to a nearby house.

While they were clearing the talisman papers and dog blood earlier, they had unsealed many ghosts. Not only did they ask them to stay quiet, but they also had them scout the area, confirming that at least this row of houses had no S Army. The reason for the talismans here was likely that the S Army needed to search the houses for information, look for Jiang Yuqing, and collect supplies.

At this very moment, they all crouched low, hiding in a civilian house. Separated by two walls, they could hear the back door being opened.

The sound of heavy military boots resonated in the alleyway.

A voice from an S Army soldier soon followed. It was him speaking to someone over a walkie-talkie.

“Yes, notify the main troops outside the city that Jiang Yuqing has been found. There’s no need for them to continue searching everywhere.”

“Where was he? Haha, there’s an old saying here that it’s darkest under the lamplight*. Turns out it’s true. He was actually hiding in the school’s cafeteria! There’s a very concealed basement under the wine cellar. Damn… how much effort did it cost us?”

*A colloquialism referring to not seeing or noticing things and events close to them. It stems from the idea that although the lamp illuminates its surroundings, the area right beneath it might remain in the dark or in shadow.

“Of course, we’ve already tied him up.”

“What’s the next plan? Haha, did you know, besides Jiang Yuqing, there are also quite a few students and teachers in that basement. I suspect there are also some of their national intelligence agents. Probably around twenty or so in total.”

“Hmm… send out the message to tie Jiang Yuqing and those people up in the schoolyard.”

“Have Jiang Yuqing start writing the formula immediately. Of course, we have plenty of time to wait for him, but every ten minutes, we will shoot one of his compatriots! Until he completes it!”


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Qizi Ch35

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 35

Ying Feng sat alone on the bench in the corridor of the medical building. Subconsciously, he continued his usual habit, taking out the peach pit and slowly rubbing it in his hand. But the calmness he usually felt when doing this was absent today. Instead, he felt more restless, and the object in his hand mysteriously seemed heavier, prompting him to hastily put it away.

Ling Xiao spent much more time inside than he did. He wondered what Yao Tai could be discussing with him that would take so long. The corridor was quiet, and he could faintly hear some sounds from the room. If he wished, he could listen more clearly. But he deliberately turned off the part of his brain that processes external information, turning the conversation behind the wall into an indistinguishable blur.

After what felt like an eternity, the closed door finally opened, and Yao Tai escorted Ling Xiao out herself.

“You should go and pack your belongings now. It might be too late if you delay any further. I’ll inform you if there’s anything else.”

Ying Feng didn’t understand what she meant by “pack your belongings” until after Ling Xiao had left. Only then did Yao Tai say to him, “You can come in now.”

Upon re-entering the medical room, Yao Tai remained silent, merely staring at Ying Feng with an indecipherable expression, making him uneasy.

“What’s the matter?” Finally, even someone of Ying Feng’s temperament couldn’t contain his curiosity any longer and had to ask.

“You two have already… done it, haven’t you?”

The bluntness of her question caught Ying Feng off guard, and there was a brief moment of unease on his face before he tacitly confirmed.

Actually, it was quite evident. When Ling Xiao took off his shirt, Yao Tai had spotted something suspicious, and his medical report solidified that observation.

“Other than that, I can’t think of any reason that would suppress the side effects raging within Ling Xiao. According to the medication records from the medical station, they didn’t even administer a purifying agent to Ling Xiao. That both of you, by some twist of fate, managed to save each other’s lives—even as a scientist, I have to admit that sometimes destiny is indeed magical.”

No matter how mature and composed Ying Feng usually appeared, he had only just become an adult less than a day ago. He couldn’t discuss such matters as casually as Yao Tai. So even if he didn’t fully understand some parts of her explanation, he pretended to be indifferent and refrained from asking.

Recognizing his discomfort on the topic, Yao Tai moved on without elaborating and placed two medical reports in front of Ying Feng.

“When Ling Xiao was at the medical station, his psychological assessment was low risk. In less than two hours, it became high risk. Can you explain why?”

Ying Feng hadn’t expected such a drastic change. “He was taken directly from the medical station to the detention center by military personnel. But we quickly bailed him out. The entire process didn’t exceed half an hour,” he summarized succinctly.

Yao Tai had suspected as much. “Ling Xiao’s current psychological assessment is Level E, which is high risk. Level F is a severe warning level, akin to the mental state Lan Sheng was in. If Ling Xiao drops to F, for safety reasons, we must isolate him. However, I really don’t want to do that. Even the most advanced medical treatments can’t compare to the company of a Qizhu. Forced isolation often leads to the Qizi’s mental state deteriorating further, eventually reaching Level G.”

“And once the psychological rating drops to Level G, the suicide rate is 99%. The only difference is between succeeding or failing. Even though Ling Xiao appears calm on the surface, this tranquility could be a sign of utter despair. This must be taken very seriously.”

“No matter whether you two were brought together by choice or circumstance, what’s done is done. He is now your Qizi. You have the responsibility to protect him.”

“A Qizi, especially one who has just completed the coming-of-age ceremony, is easily influenced by their Qizhu. Your words, actions, and behavior can push them towards extremities. The ten days following the coming-of-age ceremony are crucial. Any minor misstep could result in irreversible psychological damage.”

“The colder you are towards him, the more his unease will intensify. Once negative emotions accumulate to a certain level, he might resort to self-harm or even worse outcomes. As a school doctor who has witnessed nearly a hundred tragedies, I am not exaggerating the gravity of the situation.”

Ying Feng fell silent for a moment. “What do you want me to do?”

“Embrace and caress, care for every detail. These can alleviate the unease of a new Qizi, depending on whether you’re willing to do it.”

“What if I’m not willing?”

“Then control him. Control his heart, dominate his actions, and prevent him from harming himself.”

“How do I do that?”

“Focus on breaking through his mental barrier. Regardless of how much he resists or how much pain he displays, ignore it.”

“Is this how you treated the doctor before?”

“We’re different. I never faced such dire circumstances. I took ample time to gradually weaken his mental defenses, slowly penetrating his heart. It took me about six months to master this ability.”

“How can you be sure that the ability you took half a year to master, I can acquire in such a short time?”

“As long as you focus, you can do it. It shouldn’t be difficult for you.”

“If it’s so simple, why couldn’t Ping Zong do it?”

“Because he had feelings for Lan Sheng. Do you have feelings for Ling Xiao?”

Yao Tai hit the nail on the head, and Ying Feng didn’t respond.

“Ying Feng, Lan Sheng, and Ping Zong were your classmates too. You were there when the accident happened. I believe it must have affected you. Can you bear to see Ling Xiao follow in their footsteps?”

“You’ve been classmates with Ling Xiao for ten years. Even if there isn’t love, isn’t there some sort of camaraderie? Please, I don’t want to see another soul leave this academy.”

Ying Feng’s gaze flickered, avoiding her expectant look.

“There’s one more thing, perhaps, as the school doctor, I shouldn’t say. Out of all the tenth graders, the two I least wish to face during the coming-of-age ceremony are you two.”

“But if you two inevitably face each other, a winner must be decided.” Yao Tai’s gaze was complicated as she looked at him. “Ying Feng, I hope it’s you.”

Ying Feng was slightly moved.

“I admit, it’s unfair to Ling Xiao to think this way, but if you lose, I know you wouldn’t choose to live.”

“But if Ling Xiao loses, whether he can survive depends on you, and moreover…”

Yao Tai’s voice suddenly stopped, and Ying Feng found it odd. “Moreover what?”

I’ve already been humiliated enough. Please let me retain the last bit of my dignity.

Yao Tai shook her head, dismissing the lingering image from her mind. “Never mind, Ling Xiao should be waiting outside your dorm by now. You should hurry back.”

“Why is he waiting outside?”

“Don’t you know? Qizi doesn’t have the right to own a key card. Once he becomes a Qizi, his card will be demagnetized, and his dorm will be canceled. He can only stay with you. This is also for his psychological well-being. Being alone would make him anxious, especially at night. Remember my words, only you can help him.”

Yao Tai saw Ying Feng out. When he was out of sight, she turned to find someone standing in the dark corridor.

“Principal? Why are you here?”

The principal slowly emerged. “I was worried, so I came to check.”

“I’ve said everything. As to whether they can do it,” Yao Tai wasn’t very hopeful, “it’s up to them.”

“What do you think will happen?”

Yao Tai sighed deeply and shook her head. “If someone doesn’t realize their feelings in time, by the time they do, it’s often too late.”

……

Ying Feng returned to his dorm to find Ling Xiao indeed waiting outside.

He and his luggage were standing there alone, resembling a homeless stray dog.

Ying Feng slowed his pace, stretching out the time to absorb this scene. Lost in thought, Ling Xiao only noticed him at the last second.

He immediately turned his head, this moment felt even more awkward than when Ying Feng had cruelly pinned him to a door during a previous encounter.

Ying Feng entered without another word, leaving the door ajar without inviting Ling Xiao in. Ling Xiao hesitated for a long time before finally stepping inside. The layout of Ying Feng’s room was the same as his own. He now understood why single dorm rooms had double beds. Recalling how he had once joked it was to prevent falling off during sleep seemed so absurd now.

Ying Feng showed no reaction to the sudden addition of someone in his bedroom, as if Ling Xiao’s presence or absence had nothing to do with him.

Without saying a word, he went about his own business—brushing, turning off the lights, going to bed. Ling Xiao stood there as if he were a redundant decoration. However, even decorations could have aesthetic value, yet the master of the room didn’t even bother to give him a sparing glance.

With the lights off, Ling Xiao actually felt slightly better. He looked at the bed, where Ying Feng had already lain down, occupying the left half, leaving the entire right side empty.

Ling Xiao remembered that in the past, Ying Feng had refused to share a tent with anyone, preferring to sleep outside rather than share a bed. However, looking around, there was nowhere for Ling Xiao to lay his own bedding, especially since his sleeping bag had been taken to their training location and was now missing.

After what seemed like ages of standing in the dark, Ling Xiao finally took a reluctant step.

Although Ying Feng was lying down, he wasn’t asleep until the rustling sounds from within the room reached him. He heard Ling Xiao enter the bathroom, followed by the sound of water. Soon, the water stopped, and footsteps approached the bed.

Ying Feng could imagine the internal struggle Ling Xiao was facing. After an unknown length of time, Ying Feng felt the bed shift, indicating that Ling Xiao had finally lain down, being careful not to be noticed.

Ling Xiao occupied a small edge on the other side of the bed, leaving an entire shoulder-width gap between them on the double bed—enough space for another person to lie comfortably.

The room was incredibly silent. Neither made a sound. This was their “wedding night,” and it had arrived without fanfare.

……

Ying Feng was indeed not suitable for sharing a space with others. It took him a long time to drift into sleep, but he was soon awakened by a peculiar noise.

Propping himself up and turning around, he saw Ling Xiao, who had previously laid down, now curled up in a corner. Despite his efforts to control himself, he was trembling. It was this shaking that had awakened Ying Feng.

Ling Xiao bit hard on his wrist to stifle any noise, his eyes fixed on a spot. Ying Feng remembered learning in class that this method could be used to concentrate and not lose consciousness when experiencing extreme pain.

Because of his ability to perceive any slight illumination in the dark, Ling Xiao’s translucent eyes appeared exceptionally bright, almost as if they glowed. But the emotions they held weren’t of vigor but of fear and unease.

So, this was the dreadful night of the so-called “chaotic period”. If Ying Feng hadn’t witnessed it, he would never have imagined someone with Ling Xiao’s strong-willed nature showing such vulnerability.

“You…”

Before Ying Feng could say more, a pillow was thrown at him. After swatting it away, he saw a Ling Xiao, unlike the daytime version, anger glaring from those luminous eyes, seemingly furious that his current state was seen by Ying Feng.

“Mind your own business!” His voice was out of control, almost hysterical.

Known for being more assertive than anyone, Ying Feng’s concern evaporated. He turned over and ignored Ling Xiao’s current state, pushing away any thoughts of the chaotic period.

For Ling Xiao, every time he closed his eyes, he felt like he was in an endless void. Sometimes floating, sometimes spinning, sometimes in an eternal free fall.

In the infirmary Yao Tai advised that without physical contact between the Qizi and their Qizhu, it would be like their souls were separated, making sleep impossible at night. But Ling Xiao would rather maintain his pride in front of Ying Feng. However, he never expected even this humiliating moment to be witnessed by him.

Thinking the day was long, he found the night seemed much longer. As dawn broke, the feeling of disconnection finally faded, but his energy was drained.

Having his sleep disrupted, Ying Feng woke up later than usual. Upon waking, he noticed a distinct change in his body. Even though this change occurred during the pre-awakening period, it wasn’t as intense as now.

Before Ying Feng fully awoke, Ling Xiao pretended to be asleep. After a quick glance at him, Ying Feng headed to the bathroom to take care of his “trouble”. When he returned, he found Ling Xiao up and about, heading into the bathroom himself.

Ying Feng had no idea that Ling Xiao couldn’t sleep at all. He thought that after experiencing what happened last night, Ling Xiao might sleep a little longer. Hence, in a not-so-friendly tone, he asked, “What are you doing?”

Ling Xiao answered even more coldly, “Going to school.”

Ying Feng reminded him, “You’re on leave.” A full fifteen-day honeymoon leave. He had unintentionally heard other students discussing this leave before, and their tones were rather intriguing.

Ling Xiao was well aware. He was one of those who discussed this leave with an intriguing tone, often saying that it wasn’t a vacation but a honeymoon leave. This probably meant they were kept so busy by their Qizhu that they couldn’t go out. Precisely for this reason, he was more determined to attend class.

“I don’t need it,” he declared, and then forcefully closed the bathroom door.


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