Qizi Ch44

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 44

Ling Xiao’s visit came to an end. Qian Ji personally escorted them out to the main gate.

“Remember my words, never come here again. The vast world outside is where you should be.”

After bidding farewell to Qian Ji, Ling Xiao returned to the academy with the principal. Compared to the omnipresent oppression at the disease control center, every student here seemed so vibrant and full of life. Just by looking at them, one could feel a sense of hope. Ling Xiao started to understand why the principal chose to stay and work at the academy.

“Do you know why, even though we know the peace during the coming-of-age ceremony is a lie that will eventually be exposed, we still use this lie to paint a rosy picture?”

Ling Xiao shook his head.

“We’ve tried many methods before this. Some people volunteered to be bound during the coming-of-age ceremony, but they bit off their tongues when their blood was taken. Some slept through their tumultuous phase in a sleeping chamber, but when they woke up, their hormone secretion skyrocketed to uncontrollable levels. No physical, chemical, or biological means succeeded before the coming-of-age ceremony.”

“One year, we explained all the drawbacks of what they would experience before and after the coming-of-age ceremony. As a result, the entire cohort of students refused to participate. However, due to one person’s hormonal imbalance, it triggered a chain reaction. The fledglings killed each other, resulting in the greatest tragedy in centuries. That day, a comet named “Ash” passed by; hence, the incident was later known as the ‘Ash Event’.”

Ling Xiao’s heart jolted. The name ‘Ash Event’ had been written in history books. Every year on that day, the academy would toll bells in remembrance. The books merely mentioned it was an accident. The true cause was something he learned today for the first time.

“The coming-of-age ceremony is like a hurdle for our kind. No matter what we try, not everyone can overcome it. Some are always left behind.”

“Did Dr. Yao give you medicine?” The principal suddenly changed the topic.

Ling Xiao hesitated. “Yes.”

“When I first discovered that the drug could alleviate pain, I took it almost daily and became seriously addicted. The doses kept increasing until they no longer met my needs. When I tried to quit, the spiritual pressure I had been avoiding hit back with compound interest. Every ounce of pain I was supposed to endure hadn’t diminished; instead, it had accumulated with high interest.”

“Being a Qizi is like the coming-of-age ceremony; you have to walk a certain path on your own. If you take shortcuts now, you will have detours later. All the debts you thought you escaped are just accumulating. But over the years, I’ve learned restraint and have been taking the medicine less and less.”

Ling Xiao saw a glimmer of hope. “How did you manage to sleep without the medication?”

“I didn’t,” he said calmly. “I just need less and less sleep.”

This truth was a blow to Ling Xiao. He thought that if one was as strong as the principal, one could overcome pain. But the principal had spent a century just learning to coexist with the pain.

“I know what you’re thinking. You feel that living like this is worse than death. But I persist because I still delude myself into thinking that I can meet the person who abandoned me one more time.”

Only then did Ling Xiao realize, in shock, that the principal’s Qizhu hadn’t died. He thought the principal’s experience was similar to Lan Sheng’s, but the principal had actually been abandoned.

“For our kind, nothing is simpler than death. But for some of us, the journey of life is the hardest. Only by living can we have a chance to meet again.”

“This is why I’ve persisted until now. I believe Lan Sheng also has his reasons. What you want to give up on is what some people desperately wish for. Some will never get it. We are still holding on, what reason do you have to give up?”

“If you haven’t been separated, don’t be in a rush to let go. If long separations can end in reunions, what more with those you spend every day with?”

Ling Xiao walked back to his dormitory, lost in thought. His steps quickened until he started running. As soon as he returned to his dormitory, he went straight to the bedside, picked up the medicine Dr. Yao had given him, stared at it for a while, and finally threw the whole bottle into the trash.

Ying Feng had been watching him the whole time. “Why did you throw it away?”

“I don’t need it anymore,” Ling Xiao said, looking down at the bottle in the trash. What he threw away wasn’t just the medicine but also some immature notions he had been holding onto, only to realize they were unnecessary. “I won’t take my life lightly, I won’t be my own enemy, I will live well, get permission to study further…”

He looked up determinedly. “Ying Feng, I promise I won’t drag you down.”

……

The next day, when Ying Feng woke up, he unexpectedly found an extra person in his arms. Ling Xiao buried his head in Ying Feng’s chest and was sleeping soundly. Yet, Ying Feng couldn’t recall when he had pulled him close. Could it have been an unconscious act while he was in a deep sleep?

The day before, he had read a great deal about the relationship between a Qizhu and his Qizi. He also learned about the sleep disturbances a Qizi can experience during a vulnerable period due to the lack of physical contact with their Qizhu. Those who bonded because of emotional ties would inevitably sleep close together like they were now, which meant they wouldn’t experience the problems Ling Xiao had.

However, the soothing effect of this simple physical contact couldn’t compare to the duration of intimacy they shared the previous day. Just as Ying Feng was getting up, Ling Xiao woke up from his dream. His groggy appearance made it evident he hadn’t had enough rest. But he quickly perked up, got out of bed, and sat face-to-face with Ying Feng, intending to “negotiate”.

“I have a suggestion.”

Ying Feng listened quietly.

“We both know our bonding was an accident. You don’t want this outcome, and neither do I. But we are, in essence, in this together now. If I can’t improve my mental rating, neither of us can progress in our education. Since we can’t achieve the kind of equality Dr. Yao mentioned in terms of love, we can establish another kind of equality.”

“Go on.”

“We can each propose our own conditions. Once one of us proposes a condition, the other can propose another. If both agree, the condition becomes effective.”

Ying Feng had no objections. “You start.”

Ling Xiao thought for a moment. “You cannot order me around in public, and not in private either.”

Ying Feng quickly responded, “You can’t be overly friendly with others in front of me or behind my back.”

Ling Xiao weighed the request and felt he was getting a better deal, but he didn’t understand Ying Feng’s reasoning. “Can you tell me why?”

Ying Feng’s face was emotionless. “Because it makes me uncomfortable.”

This answer was unexpected for Ling Xiao. He thought Ying Feng would use the logic “Because I’m your Qizhu” or “Because you’re my Qizi.”

“Agreed,” Ling Xiao affirmed the first condition and then proposed the second. “Don’t use your psychic ability to locate me casually. I have my privacy.”

“You can’t stay out late. In special situations, you need to notify me.”

“Deal. Don’t use your powers to scare or coerce me. And never hit me.”

“To ensure your mental development is normal, I will exercise my rights appropriately. When necessary, I will use certain measures, and you can’t refuse.”

Ling Xiao wasn’t sure what “certain measures” meant, but he instinctively felt it wasn’t good. After some hesitation and considering the importance of ensuring the balance of power, he agreed. “This condition is accepted. For now, these are my three points. Do you have anything to add?”

“Don’t max out the card at the end of every month.”

Ling Xiao’s mouth twitched, and he replied gruffly, “Alright, I haven’t thought of what to exchange for that yet. We’ll discuss it when I have an idea.” Then he initiated the network connection. “Now I want to visit the school. Are you coming?”

The two logged into the education department’s virtual platform. At the entrance were direct portals to various colleges, sorted by comprehensive assessment. The top one was the Royal Sky Military Academy. Ling Xiao didn’t hesitate and chose it as the first stop for their tour. Standing in front of the grand and imposing main entrance of the academy, they felt an overwhelming sense of respect. The Tianxius, who had lived and thrived on this land for generations, were taught from a young age to be loyal to their homeland. Long before they learned to love an individual, they learned to love their country.

It was hard to imagine that such a profound impression came just from a virtual projection. If they could truly stand in front of the school or even enter it, what pride and honor that would be! From the moment Ling Xiao stood in front of the school’s entrance, he was captivated. With a voice full of excitement, he turned to the person behind him and said, “I’ve thought of my next exchange condition. I want to take the entrance exam for…”

“Royal Sky?” Ying Feng swiftly finished the sentence for him. “You can save that condition.”

Ling Xiao turned in surprise. “Why? You don’t agree?”

“No,” Ying Feng denied. “Because that’s also the condition I wanted to propose.”

Ling Xiao suppressed the surging emotions in his chest and took his first step. It was a step into the Royal Sky Military Academy in the virtual network and also a formal step into a new life in the spiritual world.

Inside the virtual campus, there were no real people. To provide visitors with a more intuitive impression, the school simulated images of teachers and students using 3D figures. As they walked from the entrance, they saw students from different majors undergoing various types of training. Unfamiliar battle techniques emerged one after another, making Ling Xiao dazzled.

The staff member responsible for explanations in the admissions office was a real school employee, not an AI. As soon as he saw Ling Xiao and Ying Feng, he greeted them politely.

“Welcome to the Royal Sky campus network. The touch screen provides all the enrollment information and detailed introductions to our majors. Please feel free to browse, and I’m here to answer any questions.”

Ling Xiao approached a large screen. Dozens of colleges were further divided into hundreds of departments. Each department had a symbol next to it; some had a circle, others had an X.

“What do these symbols mean?” He pointed and asked.

“In the past, some of the majors at Royal Sky didn’t admit Qizi. But in recent years, we have opened all majors for both Qizi and their Qizhu to compete fairly. Those with a circled major mean that if the Qizhu passes the entrance exam, the Qizi can enroll without examination. Those with an X require both the Qizhu and the Qizi to take the exam.”

Ling Xiao casually clicked on one, and a new window popped up, providing a detailed introduction to that major. Among the notable alumni, Ling Xiao recognized a familiar face.

“Ah, that’s the one from that day.” The short military officer who had escorted him from the medical station to the detention center. He hadn’t realized that the officer was also a graduate of the Royal Sky Military Academy.

The receptionist wasn’t surprised he recognized Fu Yao, as he was a well-known figure. “Major General Fu Yao and his Qizi are outstanding graduates of our Combat Command major. Many students apply to this major because of him. A few years ago, he accepted our school’s invitation to serve as a guest lecturer in the Joint Combat major, allowing some students the opportunity to be directly mentored by him. It’s now one of our most popular majors.”

“Joint Combat major…” Ling Xiao located it on the list. Its symbol was unique—a circle with an X inside.

“What does this symbol mean?” he asked, puzzled.

“It means both individuals take the exam together, right?” Ying Feng, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up, making his first comment since they arrived.

“Exactly,” the receptionist replied with an appreciative look. “This is the only major that requires both the Qizhu and the Qizi to apply together. If either fails the exam, they cannot join the major. Hence, it’s the toughest major to get into.”

Learning about its difficulty only ignited Ling Xiao’s fighting spirit. He viewed a video featuring joint combat tactics of the Qizhu and Qizi. Watching their skills made Ling Xiao feel like his own abilities were child’s play. He imagined himself and Ying Feng in their place. Would they one day fight side by side with such synergy? Shaking his head, he tried to rid himself of the unrealistic thoughts. Their partnership was based on mutual benefits, not deep feelings like other close couples. The duo in the video, however, worked seamlessly together, almost as if they were one entity.

Ling Xiao downloaded several major introductions he was interested in. Ying Feng noticed all the chosen majors required the Qizi to take an exam, but the Joint Combat major wasn’t among them.

After copying the data, Ling Xiao expressed his gratitude to the receptionist and then logged off the network. He didn’t even plan to look at the rest of the school. He studied the materials until the lights were turned off. By that time, Ying Feng had already gone to sleep, and Ling Xiao intentionally delayed for quite a while.

Once assured that Ying Feng was asleep, he carefully moved closer, like the previous night, sneaking up to press against Ying Feng’s back. It felt comforting, like a ship returning to its harbor or a bird returning to its nest. As sleep overtook him, the person he leaned on turned, wrapping an arm around Ling Xiao, drawing him into an embrace.

Ling Xiao was completely stiffened, and the sleepiness he felt just a moment ago had vanished into thin air. His little act was caught in less than a day, and the exposure of his intentions made him lose face immediately.

Just as he was frozen, not knowing what to do, a cold, emotionless voice from Ying Feng came from above.

“Aren’t you aiming to improve your psychological rating and move on together in school? Since our goals align, let’s work hard together.”


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Escape From the Asylum Ch44

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 44

9:30 in the evening.

Inside Spring Hill Mental Asylum, Zhou Qian was making final preparations to enter the game with Qi Liuxing.

This time, Zhou Qian was unable to bring He Xiaowei along.

Firstly, He Xiaowei needed to revisit the normal instances to earn more skill points. He was planning to become a dedicated healer, enhancing his skills even more.

Secondly, when Zhou Qian chose to be the team leader and created the preparation room, ready to select teammates for matching, the system prompt appeared:

[When players enter a special instance as a team, there’s a limit to the number of members to maintain game balance. Only three teammates can be taken this time.]

Zhou Qian clearly understood the system’s intentions: even in future instances, he couldn’t bring all of his ideal teammates into the game. If everyone was too coordinated, it would indirectly reduce the difficulty of the instance, affecting the game’s balance, as the system warned. Due to the crafty system, Zhou Qian had to leave behind his healer, only taking with him the “Sword and Heart” duo and Situ Qing.

At that moment, He Xiaowei called. “Qian’er, I’m worried! What if Situ Qing messes things up? Who knows if she’s genuinely trying to make amends?”

Zhou Qian responded, “Do you think I can’t see through her?”

He Xiaowei: “…I’m just worried! What if she joins some legion and aligns with a powerful gambler? Or even if she doesn’t change and stays as she was before—”

Zhou Qian: “We can test her in the next Level 3 instance. If she dares to act out, I won’t show mercy.”

“That makes sense. Testing now is better than waiting for a higher difficulty level, which would probably bring more trouble.” He Xiaowei seemed to understand. “But I’m still worried about you guys. Haa… How can a team not have a healer?”

Zhou Qian sincerely said, “So, you need to work hard on leveling up in the normal skill instance. Next time, we’ll have a great healer. We’ll rely on you for future high-difficulty instances.”

“Ah, I am indeed very important.” He Xiaowei seemed suddenly full of energy. “Alright Qian’er, I’ll go!”

Zhou Qian smiled. “Good luck.”

While Zhou Qian was on the phone, Qi Liuxing was taking a shower. Qi Liuxing was a very ritualistic person. Before entering an instance, he would shower and change his clothes, nearly to the point of lighting incense.

After his shower, Qi Liuxing noticed Zhou Qian was off the phone. With only the bedside lamp on, half of Zhou Qian’s face was in shadow, looking somewhat gloomy. Qi Liuxing glanced at the urn on Zhou Qian’s nightstand, hesitated, and then asked, “Do you think… under these circumstances, if he knows from the other side, would your classmate bless us?”

Zhou Qian raised an eyebrow and said meaningfully, “Why don’t you pray to him in the game?”

“What do you mean?” Qi Liuxing was confused.

“Nothing.” Zhou Qian narrowed his eyes. “Well… I’m not entirely sure yet. Let’s keep observing.”

Qi Liuxing noticed Zhou Qian looked quite upset, almost as if he was angry. But with Zhou Qian’s acting skills, Qi Liuxing couldn’t tell if he was genuinely mad or just joking.

“Eh? Are you upset?” Qi Liuxing asked.

“…I’m okay.” Zhou Qian still looked somber.

“Oh.” Qi Liuxing continued, “Didn’t you mention someone took you as a disciple? Where is he?”

“I don’t know where he went,” Zhou Qian replied with a somewhat clenched tone. He quickly accessed the game interface, seemingly searching for something with great intensity.

“What are you doing? Checking the trading hall? Looking for equipment or items?” Qi Liuxing asked.

Zhou Qian: “No. Doesn’t the system have a player feedback function? I’m giving the system some feedback.”

Qi Liuxing: “What kind of feedback?”

Zhou Qian: “I hope they introduce a blocking feature.”

“Ah? Who are you going to block? Not me, right?”

“Of course not, Sword God brother. I’m relying on your damage output.”

“…………”

Then, Qi Liuxing heard Zhou Qian say, “Yes. I should… extort a large sum, then block him.”

……

On the other side, in an instance setting reminiscent of a post-apocalyptic zombie world.

A figure, once sleek, was now covered in wounds and blood. He had been fighting a seemingly indestructible zombie for seven days and nights.

At this moment, he was dizzy, his body merely breathing in and out instinctively. He could distinctly feel that the way he wielded his sword was now purely based on muscle memory and instinct. He couldn’t control his body logically, let alone think of a combat strategy. This person was Hidden Blade.

Hidden Blade felt like he couldn’t get past this obstacle. Amidst his dizziness, he was somewhat concerned about Bai Zhou, wondering how he was faring. In this instance, there were no mysteries to solve, just straightforward monster-fighting to level up and enhance their combat skills.

However, almost no one came to this dungeon. The reason was simple—the boss here was extremely powerful. There were two bosses inside: one strong and one weaker. Hidden Blade was fighting the weaker one; he didn’t dare to approach the stronger one and left it to Bai Zhou.

During this time, one thing Hidden Blade couldn’t help but wonder about was—why hadn’t Bai Zhou summoned his dragon form?

In his dragon form, Bai Zhou’s attack and defense would multiply, reducing their risk and speeding up the dungeon clearing process. It wouldn’t have dragged on for seven days and nights.

These god-level players in the game could transform between human and animal forms. It was said that once they reached the peak and truly “become gods”, they could switch between these forms at will. But they couldn’t do it yet.

Bai Zhou transformation into a dragon and Hidden Blade into a fox were equivalent to using an ability, and the cooldown was quite long.

Hidden Blade had already transformed into his fox form three days ago, so he couldn’t do it again now. But when did Bai Zhou ever become a dragon?

Lost in his thoughts, Hidden Blade suddenly found himself struggling. After a powerful blow to his chest, he was sent flying into the air, crashing hard into the ground. The impact injured his spine, and there was a dull sound from the back of his head hitting the ground, dropping his health to just 5%.

His pupils shrank in fear as he saw the zombie’s fist coming for his head.

He was out of options. Overwhelmed by the pain, his sword fell to the ground with a clang. Just as he was about to give up and await his fate, a faint light approached.

In this dark world, compared to the fierce zombie, the light was easy to miss. But anyone who saw it was completely drawn to it. It was a thin but sharp light, carrying a deadly intent, as if the God of Death had raised his scythe!

Bai Zhou was here!

The zombie’s punch weakened just inches from Hidden Blade’s face. This was because that faint blade of light had decapitated the zombie!

Witnessing this, Hidden Blade was momentarily dazed. He had chosen his name because of his affinity for blades, aspiring to excel in swordsmanship. He had always believed himself to be an excellent swordsman… until he met Bai Zhou.

When would he ever be as formidable as Bai Zhou?

Suddenly snapping back to reality, Hidden Blade turned his head and saw Bai Zhou walking towards him, his back facing the endless blaze.

Bai Zhou’s silhouette was tall and slender, and his facial features were obscured by the backlight of the fire, making it hard to discern his expression.

As Bai Zhou walked closer, a faint, shimmering light danced on the ground. It emanated from the weapon in his hand—a simple, ancient, yet ferocious tang sword.

Just moments ago, Bai Zhou had gripped this sword and swung it at the zombie from a distance…

With just a single swing, he eliminated the creature that Hidden Blade had been battling for seven days and nights!

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden movement on the ground. It was the head of the zombie, which started to shake.

Indeed, it was a formidable creature. Its head was cut off, and yet it could revive once again!

Following that, Hidden Blade watched as Bai Zhou stepped forward, snapped his fingers at the zombie, and its entire body burst into flames.

In no time, it felt as if the entire world was ablaze—there were only two zombies in this instance, and their bodies were quite massive. At this moment, as both were being incinerated, it seemed as if the entire world was set ablaze.

The pale face, drained of blood, was painted red by the flames. Facing the grand blaze, Hidden Blade gradually regained his composure. He took a deep breath and looked towards Bai Zhou. “Thank you! Thank you so much, God! I’m deeply grateful. Did you defeat the main boss long ago and was just testing me, so you only intervened at the last moment?”

However, Bai Zhou remained expressionless and replied succinctly. “No. I’m short on time.”

“Short… short on time? Oh…” Hidden Blade realized. “Are you going to log into another NPC? Wait… you can’t. Logging into NPCs consumes a lot of mental energy. You should rest. You’re… you’re also low on HP!”

Bai Zhou didn’t utter a word but simply looked down to open his system panel.

“Hey, listen, and please don’t get mad at me for being chatty. I’ve heard… your body is undergoing a severe rejection reaction.”

“You should return to reality, get treated, and then rest properly. You can’t go on like this…”

“In recent times… you want to keep leveling up and also act as an NPC… Well… how about I help you log into the NPC? I swear, I’ll protect Zhou—”

Suddenly, all of Hidden Blade’s ramblings stopped. In front of him, Bai Zhou raised a finger, signaling him to remain silent.

With the deaths of the two zombies, this apocalyptic world began to crumble and disintegrate. The daylight vanished entirely, and darkness engulfed everything.

Standing in front of the collapsing world, amidst the flames and the dark, Bai Zhou’s tall figure stood as straight as the tang sword in his hand. The blade of his white tang sword was smeared with a trace of blood, probably left from when he killed the biggest boss.

Blood also stained half of his face and one black pupil. Holding the sword in his right hand and raising a finger with his left, the sight of him looking over was truly terrifying.

In that moment, facing Bai Zhou’s gaze, Hidden Blade involuntarily shivered, a coldness stemming from deep fear crawling up from his spine. It seemed as though the person standing in front of him wasn’t a hero who had slain zombies, but a monster that brought about the world’s destruction.

He suddenly recalled the questions he asked when he agreed to be transformed.

“Will I die?”

“Can you truly create a god?”

“Are you creating gods or… a monster?”

Wait, no, that’s not right.

Bai Zhou just saved him.

Taking a fearful breath, Hidden Blade tried to muster a smile towards him. “Well…” But he couldn’t finish his sentence. Bai Zhou had already logged out of the instance, completely vanishing from his sight.

……

“10, 9, 8…” This was the countdown on Zhou Qian’s system panel.

Once the ten-second countdown ended, he received a notification from the system.

[Player Zhou Qian has entered the instance: “Flower of Evil”]

[Instance Difficulty: Level 3; Clear Rate: 50%]

[Hidden Achievement Completion Rate: 6%]

[Number of Players: 7]

With the system’s notification, Zhou Qian found himself in a study room. The room was styled like a medieval Western aristocratic chamber. Paintings hung on the walls, brown carpets lay on wooden floors, bookshelves lined the walls densely packed with books, and the desk was expansive but messy, with pens spilling out of a fallen holder, one of which teetered on the edge of the table.

The room’s tones were gloomy, with a faint sense of dampness and cold permeating. In contrast, flames crackled in the fireplace, providing a touch of warmth.

Zhou Qian, Qi Liuxing, Ke Yuxiao, and Situ Qing loaded into this instance and appeared near the room’s entrance wall. The positions of the other three players were relatively scattered.

The first person Zhou Qian noticed was a girl. She had a ponytail, no makeup, wore jeans and a white t-shirt, looking very capable.

[Name: Yin Jiujiu]

[Rank: A]

[Strengths: Primary Tank; Secondary Melee Damage]

[Gambler System Evaluation: A powerful tank-type female warrior; her weapon is a peculiar wine gourd, drinking from it boosts her strength. I’m debating whether to call her “Wine Goddess*”.]

*Referring to Dionysus/Bacchus. The god of wine-making, orchards and fruit, vegetation, fertility, festivity, insanity, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, and theatre.

Not far to the left of the female warrior Yin Jiujiu, a short, thin man with a buzz cut sat crouched. His appearance was very nondescript, the kind that would easily blend into a crowd without notice.

Through the watch, Zhou Qian also accessed information about him.

[Name: Li Buhui]

[Rank: C]

[Strengths: Team Buff, Status Recovery for teammates]

[Gambler System Evaluation: A mediocre player with ordinary skills and an average growth rate. Probably relies on hugging the thigh of the female warrior to level up.]

Hugging the thigh of the female warrior?

Looks like he was brought in by Yin Jiujui.

But why would the gambler system… belittle him like this, openly revealing his secret to other players?

Zhou Qian pondered briefly before turning his attention to his last unfamiliar teammate.

[Name: Wu Ren]

[Rank: A]

[Strengths: Ranged Assassin; Skilled with concealed weapons]

[Gambler System Evaluation: An extremely powerful assassin. The needle is his most potent weapon. When it rains needles, it means he has come with killing intent. I call him ‘Rain Man’.]

[Rain Man]… the title sounded a bit off.

Zhou Qian raised an eyebrow. At that moment, he noticed a box mysteriously appearing on the carpet in front of the desk.

The box was sealed on all sides, with only a round hole on top, just large enough for a hand to reach into.

He wondered if the system required players to reach in and draw something out.

Zhou Qian took a step forward and looked at the box, but only observed it. He took no additional action until further instructions from the system.

Suddenly, a startled sound came from a player nearby.

Turning his head, Zhou Qian saw that it was Li Buhui, the average-looking male player.

He had been squatting against a bookshelf with cabinets below. He had carelessly opened one, saw something inside, and immediately let out a yelp.

“What’s wrong?”

The question came from Yin Jiujui, the female warrior standing close to him.

Swishing her ponytail, Yin Jiujui walked over with determination. Unlike Li Buhui’s timid demeanor, she opened the cabinet boldly and took something out.

It was a human finger. The finger appeared quite “fresh”, with red nail polish still on the nail.

Yin Jiujui didn’t seem scared, but her eyebrows furrowed tighter.

She then pulled out another item from the cabinet—a strand of long, curly brown hair.

“What the hell is this?” [Rain Man] Wu Ren exclaimed.

“I don’t know,” Yin Jiujui replied, glancing at the other players. “What do you guys think? Should we search the room together? Also… can the door be opened?”

She looked at Qi Liuxing, who was closest to the door, as she asked the last question.

“I’m not sure. I’ll try.” Just as Qi Liuxing was about to touch the door handle, he was stopped by a voice.

It was Zhou Qian.

Qi Liuxing quickly retracted his hand and looked at him. “What’s up?”

Zhou Qian now approached the desk. Bending down, he easily saw a photo—a scene of a woman tied to a stake being burned. She held a long, straight, black object.

It was easily recognizable as something like a magic wand.

Zhou Qian said, “Before we receive the next plot clue, let’s not touch anything haphazardly. This instance seems to be related to witches. If we are in a witch’s house, we should tread carefully.”

After saying this, Zhou Qian moved to the front of the desk. Spread open on the table was a diary.

On that page, two strange lines were written in red ink:

The first read: [Evil is a flower, its color vibrant yet cold, its scent strong yet distant, its appearance charming yet eerie, its stature lofty yet hidden. It blooms on the edge of hell. (Note)]

The second read: [That night was so beautiful. The most magnificent fireworks I’ve ever seen… Fireworks bursting, falling like meteor showers. We chased and played under the meteor showers… That night, I made a secret wish. I so hope it comes true…]

These words gave an eerily cold feeling.

Before Zhou Qian could ponder further, he and the other players received the same message—

[Welcome to “Beautiful Flower Town”. You are all visitors here.]

[Ordinary visitors cannot survive here… Perhaps you’ll undergo some changes to adapt to the environment.]

[Please draw a card from the “black box” in the center of the room.]

[Each card has a number, which is your survival point. It’s especially crucial in the latter part of the game.]

[Please keep your card safe. Friendly tip: Do not easily show your points to teammates. Because, survival points can be stolen.]


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Full Server First Kill Ch63

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 63: Server-wide Announcement

The Lost Tower was a few points taller than the tallest trees in the Black Forest. Nol stood on the platform at the entrance of the high tower. The sunlight slammed down from the sky almost violently, and the wind stretched the blue flames of the black candle long.

He found his limbs heating up, his heart racing, and his fingertips trembling incessantly. The wind flowed into his body along the gaps in his robe, bringing a faint sense of pressure, as if wanting to rub off his skin.

He looked down at the swiftly moving monsters and humans on the ground. They brought an unbearable sense of reality, like millions of bullets shooting towards his eyeballs.

The shout “Start the battle” went out, carried away by the wind.

The succubus tribe couldn’t react in time, causing only a burst of turmoil. The two Players moved, then hastily stayed in place, seemingly not knowing how to start.

No matter. He didn’t shout for them.

The movement of the tentacles brought a heavy and soft tremor, sweeping the approaching Nightmares. The silver-edged green flag of the Investigation Knights unfolded in the wind. Nol pulled up his hood, hiding his face in the darkness.

The candle flame ignited a series of characters. They connected into lines and spiraled to his feet. The Lost Tower followed the most direct command, moving to an open space between the trees.

At this moment, the Lost Tower was like a sundial between heaven and earth, and Teest stood in the shadow, symbolizing the moment.

The giant tentacles move slowly, gradually fixing the direction of the Nightmares’ charge. In the blink of an eye, golden threads fill the space between the tentacles, and the rushing Eternalist couldn’t stop. Their bodies were instantly severed.

Teest leaped forward, rushing to the next Eternalist. The ends of the tentacles always appeared where he needed to step. It seemed as if the sky and earth of the Black Forest were like his backyard.

Nol asked, “How fast can you kill?” 

‘By now, he should know the answer,’ Teest thought.

Magic condensed into thousands of golden threads, falling from the dense forest.

It was as light as a lover’s kiss, imperceptible. Then, at some moment—a most inconsequential moment—those golden threads tightened in an instant. The moment the target perceived them, life and blood left their body.

The Mad Monk always acted at night, but he was actually more suitable for the bright daylight. When that molten gold light poured down, the golden threads became shards of sunlight, completely hidden between heaven and earth.

Teest freely danced with his hands, staying away from the distracted Nightmares, focusing on the human commanders. He jumped through the forest, leaving countless delicate traps like a spider.

The Eternalists could avoid the large tentacles but couldn’t avoid the delicate golden threads. With a flick and a pull of Teest’s fingertips, the heads of the attackers fell to the ground like ripe persimmons.

Shadow Wolf Ben extended its mouth from the shadows of the trees and took advantage of the chaos to drink the flesh and blood of the Demon King’s minions. Then it vomited it out with a howl and reluctantly returned to Teest’s side.

Of course, it also tried to open its mouth towards the dead Eternalists, but its mouth was instantly wrapped with Teest’s golden thread, forcing it to give up.

[Did you see it?]

Teest’s hair tips were stained with bright red, and that succubus tail trembled excitedly.

He stood on the back of the wolf, leaping over the surging army of Nightmares. Above the countless hands reaching for the sky, golden threads ruthlessly tighten and loosen.

The black blood of the minions mixed with the blood of humans, creating a cacophony of black and red splashing together. Teest tilted his head, and the blood only managed to touch his cheeks.

[I’m so polite. I didn’t even let Ben eat this fresh meat! Stop being mad at me, okay?] He sent out thoughts half-complainingly with a tone that was more teasing than remorseful.

[No, this wasn’t a minor matter. We should have discussed it properly,] Nol said. [You wore my robe without permission. You started a war without notifying me.]

At the same time, a stout tentacle broke several golden threads and wiped the blood off Teest’s cheek gently.

The smile at the corner of Teest’s mouth deepened. His hands danced twice like he was conducting an orchestra, shaking countless blood beads onto the green leaves.

[I thought you would like this surprise.] Amidst the sound of flesh tearing, Teest became more evidently whimsical. [Even if I messed up, my intention was sweet love!]

[You said you wouldn’t give me “love”.] Nol averts his eyes. The Lost Tower rotated rapidly, and tentacles swept to the other half of the battlefield.

[Oh, sweet appreciation.] Teest smoothly changed his words. [Just as you can’t embed precious gems on a toilet, ‘reality’ is the most suitable lining for you—you were in a daze before, having nightmarish shocks, but now you’re full of vitality!]

[So, I should thank you?] A hint of laughter escaped from Nol’s thoughts.

[It’s what I deserve.] Teest sighed. His raised arm was stained with blood again. On his right ear was a bright red mole, redder than the blood that had just gushed out.

The vanguard suffered heavy losses. The next Eternalists to appear would probably have some status. They were well-equipped, moved in groups, and approached the center of the battlefield cautiously.

But they couldn’t find their enemy.

They saw the golden threads in the sky; they saw the swift, wheat-cutting killings. The Mad Monk danced before them, but they couldn’t see the dancer of this dance of death.

There should be someone there, but whenever they tried to focus, their attention slipped away like dew on a lotus leaf.

They couldn’t see, couldn’t remember, and couldn’t retain any impression.

…The “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” of the succubus tribe—the effect of a single piece of jewelry.

To exert its power to this extent, the user should be a succubus… Was the Mad Monk a succubus? How could it be?

Forget it. It didn’t matter. Corpses couldn’t utilize item effects. They just needed to kill him.

They chose to move forward foolishly.

And in a world where everyone couldn’t hear, the conversation continued.

[So your conclusion is, I shouldn’t blame you, but should also thank you for enlightening me?] Nol’s voice was somewhat tense.

He found that Eugene’s Investigation Knights didn’t approach but chose to observe cautiously. This wasn’t a good sign. It meant they wouldn’t bear the firepower for him—Eugene must have noticed the presence of the Mad Monk. He would rather be the fisherman who benefitted from the fight of the snipe and clam*.

*Idiom referring to while the main parties are engaged in their dispute, a cunning third party can seize the opportunity to gain an advantage or profit. It derives from a fable, which you can read in my Kinky Thoughts.

[Thankful? Maybe,] Teest said in an especially innocent and shy tone. [You say it so straightforwardly that it’s making me shy.]

[What, do you really want to see it to the end?] Following that, Teest jumped off the shadow wolf’s back and hung by a golden thread on the skeleton dragon. His blood-stained silver hair swept past the succubi.

This time, his tone didn’t contain any shyness. [My future subjects are really incompetent. My next service has a cost. Are you sure you want to continue watching? The price is high—I guess, “we don’t heal the queen” resulting in the queen’s death probably doesn’t count as “damage” specified in the contract.]

With that, he pointedly raised his chin towards the Investigation Knights. [This distance is just right. Don’t always wait for people to feed you.]

Nol was about to urge the succubi to guard against the knights, but after Teest’s actions, he was left speechless. That guy seemed to be able to predict what he was thinking, or perhaps, their judgments were inherently close to the same conclusion.

This kind of battle was very… comfortable.

However—

[One code returns one code*.]

*(码归一码) Idiom referring to treat each matter separately or settle each account on its own merits. || Basically, he’s saying this and that are different.

Watching the succubi jump down from the tower like dumplings, Nol continued to argue with Teest. [I’ll thank where thanks are due, but starting a war arbitrarily isn’t negotiable.]

[I’m so sad.]

Teest cried convincingly. If he hadn’t beheaded two or three in passing, this cry would probably be more persuasive.

As soon as the succubi jumped down the Lost Tower, the newly minted Nightmare corpses obediently caught them. They carried the weak succubi on their backs, hiding them among the writhing tentacles.

Standing on the lush grass, the Investigation Knights’ swords were sharp, exuding a vigorous vitality.

…How long has it been since they came in contact with the outside air?

…How long has it been since they preyed on such young and strong targets?

The more experienced succubi immediately formed several teams. Countless charm spells bombarded the young scouts of the Investigation Knights. Indeed, the Investigation Knights had mental resistance training, but this training definitely didn’t include being bombarded by the charm from hundreds of succubi at the same time.

If quality wasn’t enough, make up with quantity!

Eugene looked up at the tower. He just lowered his gaze to find that a dozen scouts at the forefront were all gone.

Eugene: “…?”

Unless they ran away, the scouts couldn’t have disappeared without a sound.

“Be careful of the charm spell!”

Within a few seconds, Knight Eugene reacted. “Everyone, retreat. Activate long-range magical defense. We’ll approach after the conflict in front is resolved!”

“The mage…” Behind him, the deputy commander said in a strained tone, “Captain, the mage has also…”

Good, the mage also ran. The opposite side must have experienced old succubi, and the total number was at least over a thousand.

Eugene’s smile almost disappeared.

He pulled the reins and sternly urged the entire knights to retreat. The problem was, as far as they retreated, those soft tentacles stretched out. The succubi, like clownfish hiding in poisonous anemones, didn’t approach, didn’t attack, but just kept casting charm.

Damn it.

Seeing the Mad Monk’s golden thread for the first time, Eugene decided to watch the battle on the spot. When the two sides had fought enough, it would be the best time for the knights to intervene.

That was the Mad Monk—the blasphemer he wanted to tear to pieces. This was a great opportunity and mustn’t be easily missed.

Who would have thought that the succubi, silent for two hundred years, would actually emerge from their lair, bypassing the fierce central battlefield and directly cause trouble for the Investigation Knights…

These succubi aren’t actually suitable for fighting. Was it arranged by the tower’s master?

Knight Eugene didn’t think this tower was a gift from the Goddess of Life.

It was surrounded by numerous corpses, emitting a strong evil aura. Not to mention the elusive Mad Monk inside and the attacking groups of the Black Forest tribe… Without a doubt, this was a tower belonging to monsters.

Where did it actually come from?

……

“The dream magic of the Black Forest has disappeared.”

Crimson was sitting in a room at some inn in Grape Collar, listening to the report coming from the communication crystal.

The Eternalists were very patient. They had monitored the Black Forest tribe for two to three hundred years. Crimson wasn’t surprised. Domesticating livestock required generations of effort, and domesticating monsters was no exception.

Now the magic protecting the succubi had disappeared.

Perhaps this generation’s ruler died suddenly, and the succubi didn’t have time to choose a successor. Crimson took a sip of the complimentary juice from the inn, thinking indifferently.

“…An unknown tower has appeared in the Black Forest. The ‘Corrupted Nightmares’ sensed a large amount of succubi presence in it. The members currently stationed in the Black Forest are launching an encirclement attack. If Your Lordship is interested…”

“I’m not interested in the skills of the succubi,” Crimson said. “I am more curious about that tower. I have never heard of succubi using towers as nests.”

“After the battle is over, the front line will sort out the information. We have deployed sixty thousand Corrupted Nightmares in the Black Forest. Unless there are dragons in that tower, they definitely cannot withstand God’s attack.”

The voice coming from the communication crystal was full of confidence.

After speaking, the voice paused for a few seconds.

“Eugene’s Fifth Brigade is causing disturbances nearby. The situation may be a bit chaotic. You…”

“I’m not interested in that Eugene either. Tell me the results after you have finished fighting,” Crimson said indifferently. “I’m just a bit curious.”

He had his own goals.

The leader of the caravan, Enbillick Alva, the renowned adopted son of Duke Alva. He was handsome and wealthy and in his prime. His wife was gentle and considerate, and their children were lively and lovely.

Such perfect prey, so favored by fate… Compared to that immature Eugene, this was a sacrifice suitable to be offered to his God. Crimson had been watching Enbillick for many days, preparing to choose a good day to make a move.

Today was indeed a good day to kill.

Crimson unilaterally cut off the communication and changed into a new outfit. He sheathed his dagger and leaned out of the inn window. Below on the main road, Enbillick, riding a strong gray horse, led a team of mercenaries towards the outskirts of the city… Hm, mercenaries. No Players.

After that group of mercenaries passed, Crimson donned his cloak and quietly left the room.

Once out of the city, the team immediately rushed towards the direction of the Black Forest.

What’s going on? Why is the Black Forest so lively today? Crimson raised his eyebrows and closely followed the team.

Upon reaching the destination, Crimson, in a rare moment, was distracted. He leapt to a higher vantage point, staring dumbfoundedly at everything before him.

The Black Forest was trembling.

Standing on the edge of the forest wasn’t a tower at all—it was a giant monster hidden in a tower. Its black tentacles were whipping in the forest, uprooting giant trees as easily as a gardener pulling weeds.

Among the rumbling sounds of falling trees, the whistles became even sharper. The group of Nightmares was dwindling, slowing considerably. The many hands on their heads and necks hung down limply, somewhat at a loss.

Faced with a monstrous tower that might not even have thoughts, their proud psychic influence was useless.

The Eternalists, who were commanding with shepherd’s whistles, became increasingly disordered, turning the powerful whistle into a child’s airy sound.

Groups of black Nightmares rushed forward, turning into minced meat under the stir of tentacles and then becoming decaying corpses guarding those tentacles. They moved forward to where they came from, tearing the flesh of their kind with broken and deformed hands and twisting wet viscera, until the victims became one of them.

The minions of the Demon King emitted a cold aura. After they became corpses, this aura became even colder. The soil and the leaves were dyed brown-black by their blood, emitting a pungent stench.

Sixty thousand Corrupted Nightmares.

Crimson watched the scene of flesh and blood flying before him and couldn’t help but recall that person’s proud tone.

Sixty thousand cannon fodder is more like it. He knew how these things were made—the bodies of Nightmares came from the corruption of the Demon King, plus a bit of control magic. They were even dumber than the boots on his feet. Encircling weak succubi was one thing, but faced with an absolute power difference, they couldn’t think of any decent idea.

The tentacles of the huge tower maneuvered through the horde of corpses, with the ground’s flesh and blood reflecting a greasy light. The masters of the Eternal Church swarmed towards the golden thread like headless flies, soon becoming a part of the carpet of flesh.

The living-like huge tower stood still, almost lazily, like an adult idly stepping on a colony of ants while waiting for a date.

At the base of countless tentacles, on the platform of the first level of the huge tower, Crimson saw a figure.

It was a thin, youthful-looking man holding a magic staff over half a person tall, with a black candle burning at the top of the staff.

…A black candle?!

Black candle plus black tower—this information would definitely lead to something good from the Church. Crimson’s gaze sharpened momentarily. He put his plan to hunt Billy aside and approached the tower through the shadows.

Crimson bypassed the screaming monsters and crossed the battle line of flying magic. He evaded the Investigation Knights and carefully avoided the dangerous area where charm spells were flying.

The base of the huge tentacle was close at hand. Until—

“It’s you, you piece of shit!”

Solo jumped down from above, initiating a series of traps. “Damn, I was just thinking about how to cope without killing—it’s so good it’s you. Beasts aren’t considered humans!”

Why are there Players here?

What is the situation with this tower?

Fortunately, the opponent was just a little rogue, while he was a formally promoted “Night Assassin”. The two were simply not on the same level. Crimson ignored Solo. He rushed straight towards Nol, his hands clawing at the stone bricks on the edge of the tower.

Then he received a hard hit on the head, almost seeing stars.

Anakin was crouched at the edge of the empty ground in front of the tower. The magic stone on her wand, “Perfect Tear”, was covered in blood. She bared her teeth at Crimson and stepped heavily on his outstretched fingers.

Below, Solo has already prepared the trap net. Crimson forcefully resisted the dizziness and kicked hard on the tentacle, barely avoiding being caught.

“Who is this!” Succubus Malvina—Uncle Ma squatted next to him, pointing at Crimson without any hesitation. “Why are you guys fighting so hard?”

Anakin’s expression blanked for a moment. She hesitated for a while and finally decided to explain in Earthian narrative. “A fugitive from Country A who came to Country C. He has killed many people in Country A.”

“Shit.” Uncle Ma cursed sincerely. “That kid talked to me about some game. I knew I shouldn’t believe it. A game that accepts this kind of thing? The police didn’t catch him?”

Wait, game? This special monster knows about the “game”? Who is “that kid”?

Anakin opened her mouth. “Weren’t you a Player before?”

Uncle Ma gave a long hum, and his tail slapped the ground irritably. “Player? Does fighting the landlord* counts? Well, didn’t Xu Yue tell you about me? I admit my attitude was quite bad before, but it’s not like it was unjustified.”

*One of the most popular card games in China.

Anakin lost control of her magic and directly threw a dozen holy light bullets at Crimson who was climbing up. She stared at the female-shaped succubus knight in front of her. “…Who’s Xu Yue?”

Uncle Ma: “……”

Uncle Ma: “…God.”

Ma Zhigang clicked his tongue a couple of times. He looked around and finally puffed up his chest. “Over there—the black-haired mage—that’s my neighbor. We’re from the same community, Joy Garden.”

There was a tone of “We’re very close. It’s all his fault”.

The sounds of fighting and Solo’s constant screams came from below. Anakin turned a deaf ear, looking at Nol, who wasn’t far away, directing the huge tower.

This Mr. Xu grinded the heretics of the Eternal Church like a meat grinder, actively attacked the Investigation Knights of the Temple of Life, and even had an unclear relationship with the Mad Monk.

The Church, Temple, monsters—the three forces were fighting here, and that guy seemed not to mind at all!

Does this kind of person really come from a law-abiding society? Are these monsters non-Players from Earth? Neighbors? What is going on?

What secrets are hidden in this world…?

Moreover, moreover… The Temple of Life is indeed lying to them.

Among a storm of questions, Anakin successfully caught hold of a heavy reality.

……

“Friends, friends.”

As the battle continued relentlessly and the red light ignited in the western sky, a resounding voice suddenly echoed through the forest.

Enbillick Alva, mounted on his gray horse, stepped into the blood and flesh marshland with a usual expression. His voice was amplified by magic that even the shadow wolf had to drop its ears.

“This conflict has been going on for quite some time. I believe everyone can see the outcome. Why not save face for our merchant group and both sides step back a bit?”

He deliberately or unintentionally stopped in front of the Investigation Knights, with the mercenary troops behind him blocking the succubi, who were feasting frenziedly.

A quarter of the knights behind Eugene were gone, but this didn’t stop him from showing a polite smile. “Lord Alva.”

“Call me Billy,” Enbillick said boldly, his ash-colored eyes curving with a smile. “Mr. Eugene, I think those succubi will kill your knights, and the members of the Eternal Church have almost perished. It’s dirty and messy here. Why don’t we go back to the Temple for a drink? What do you think?”

“You’re right. The succubi aren’t highly dangerous, but those starving to death might be—especially when the Mad Monk is here, mingling with those demons.” Eugene said softly, “I’m sorry, Billy. This is important work for the Temple.”

“Ah, then there’s no way.” Billy drew his sword with a touch of melancholy. “You see, this is also my important work.”

Eugene maneuvered his warhorse half a step forward, raising his eyebrows.

“Over a hundred years ago, the wealthy Decoste on his deathbed offered all his assets. He gave the Alva Merchant Group an indefinite commission—if the succubus tribe in the Black Forest appears, we must help resist the possible threat.”

Golden Sword Billy laughed very cordially, but his words said otherwise. “…Like the threat you pose.”

Eugene’s smile seems painted on his face. He said nothing and remained motionless.

“Our merchant group values its reputation. A commission from over a hundred years ago is still a commission.” Seeing Eugene not responding, Billy continued sincerely, “Captain, if you insist on continuing, I will have to note this account down.”

“So.” Eugene opens his moss-green eyes, void of amusement. “Can I understand that the Alva Merchant Group, for the sake of money, would rather stand with that mysterious monster tower?”

“Just like you, for the sake of money, are willing to listen to me talk until now. Even if it involves monsters, reputation is very important.” Billy saluted on horseback. “How about it, sir? …Oh yes, regardless of the outcome, remember to send my regards to the Archbishop.”

Behind Billy, the battle still raged. Golden threads flashed, and limbs flew, dyeing the towering black tower in a bloody glow from the sunset.

Eugene looked in the direction of the gathering golden threads, then at the withered succubi, and finally, he sighed deeply.

“The Temple will request corresponding compensation,” he said.

“Thank you for your understanding. We, of course, all want to coexist peacefully.” Billy laughed loudly. “Then let us next—”

Snap!!!

Before he could finish his words, a tentacle covered in minced flesh slammed violently beside them, showing signs of interception. Billy let out a surprised exclamation, while Eugene lifted his head, looking expressionlessly towards the tower.

The sounds of battle between the monster tower and the Eternal Church had somehow subsided.

And around them, golden threads had appeared unknowingly.

Numerous golden threads wove into a delicate and deadly web around the black tower. Thick, black tentacles snaked through the gaps in the golden threads, and below them was a large blood puddle congealed from dirty blood.

Something lit up at the top of the tower, vast and clear.

It was a strange symbol, resembling a distorted clover. It exhibited a ghostly blue resembling that of a will-o’-wisp, extraordinarily conspicuous in the sunset.

That was exactly the logo of the Joy Garden Community.

Anakin held her head while lost in thoughts while Solo was kicked into the corner by Crimson, who was attempting to climb the tower again.

Uncle Ma frowned while the neighbors were waiting in the distance… and in more distant corners of the world, the wandering Players and monsters.

And Teest, standing above the golden threads, was smiling.

At this moment, everyone with Player privileges saw a burning emblem appear before them. Below the blue emblem, a brief declaration was quickly loading.

At the end of the battle, Nol activated the last function of the “Lost Tower”; a not-so-important small function—

The first guild to activate a large system stronghold could issue a server-wide announcement.


Kinky Thoughts:

The Sandpiper (Snipe) and the Clam

One day, taking advantage of the sunny weather, a clam opened up its hard shell to bask in the sun on the banks of the river. A sandpiper saw it and quickly put its beak into the clam shell to peck at the meat inside. The calm hurriedly closed its hard shell and sealed the sandpiper’s mouth shut. The sandpiper couldn’t peck at the meat, and its mouth was sealed shut, so it threatened the clam and said, “If you don’t loosen your clamp on me, you will eventually die of thirst.” The clam responded without showing weakness, “Your mouth has been clamped by me. If you can’t pull it free, you’ll starve to death!” In this way, the clam and sandpiper fought each other on the beach, and neither would relent. Over time, they became exhausted. A fisherman happened to pass by, and when he saw that they were tightly entangled and neither could move, he easily caught them and took them both home.”

This story was told during the Warring States Period, when the Qin Empire was strongest. On one occasion, the Empire of Zhao declared war on the State of Yan. At the time, the king’s younger brother, Su Dai, was entrusted to go to the Empire of Zhao to persuade the King of Zhao not to send troops. When he arrived, the King of Zhao demanded what he was doing here, to which he told the fable.

After finishing, Su Dai said to the King of Zhao, “If the Empire of Zhao and the State of Yan go to war, the two sides will inevitably be at a standstill for a long time, eventually becoming exhausted. In this way, the mighty Qin Empire will be like the fisherman, who just needs to sit back and reap the benefits. Your Majesty, please consider it carefully before making a decision.” The King of Zhao felt that what Su Dai said was reasonable and dispelled the idea of attacking the State of Yan.


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Full Server First Kill Ch62

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 62: A Breeze

Nol had once envisioned many possible developments.

Most of them originated from intense conflicts concerning differences in lifespan, the Eternal Church, and even racial differences. The ultimate result was the separation of the two due to unhappiness—a standard tragedy.

But she said she had lived a good life.

Even if the queen knew that her strength would eventually be exhausted, destined to walk towards death or madness. Even if she knew that her tribe might not be able to break the siege, what awaited them might be long and hopeless suffering.

Hyacinth would still bless the successors again and again.

May your journey lead to the light.

The message of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” ended, and the dim scene quickly dissipated. Sunlight poured into the Lost Tower, and Nol’s eyes were somewhat sour.

The two Players were stunned, probably thinking this was a fixed part of the quest. Uncle Ma remained silent. His eyes, looking at the unconscious current queen, were extremely complicated.

Only Teest showed no change in expression. His fingertips were playing with one of the earrings. When it wasn’t worn, it no longer looked like a little red mole but like a burning spark.

[Honey, are you still angry?] Teest’s thoughts came. [Old Hunter was forced to follow his fate, which made you unhappy. The queen is different from what you envision, and you’re still unhappy. It’s really hard to figure out…]

​[My arrogant master, do you wish to pull the strings more than I do, to let everything develop according to your wishes? This is somewhat difficult, as living beings will always struggle for themselves.]

Next, his thoughts carried an almost malicious smile. [In any case, Hyacinth was a successful ruler. You see, you qualify as the “chance for change”.]

Nol didn’t know how to respond.

He just suddenly realized that he could breathe again. His mind was cold and numb, as if someone had torn away the layers of fog wrapped around them.

Nol looked at the succubus tribe huddled not far away and then at the current queen lying on the ground. Before, to maintain sanity, Nol could only regard them as the legacy of Queen Hyacinth or a symbol representing misery. This was the first time he seriously looked at them.

Yes, this world is reality.

Here, he was no longer the absolute ruler. Those vivid lives would weave the future on their own and continue their journeys. What he knew was just a dream that failed to happen. He could only…change some things.

…Fortunately, there was still much that could be changed in time.

Instead of condescendingly pitying all beings and manipulating fate, shouldn’t he need to enter this world more humbly?

And compared to a ghost indulged in guilt and obsessed with the past, this world needed a “turning point”, embracing kindness more.

In this long journey, maybe what he should abandon wasn’t empathy, but the arrogance that was attached to countless responsibilities… Queen Hiya’s warning was correct. The rulers were lost. Indeed, one should not go alone.

Nol couldn’t help but look at Teest. Did this guy see through it long ago?

Something that was pressing on his back, cold and heavy, quietly dissipated at this moment.

Right, to maintain the magic, “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” couldn’t be taken off for more than ten minutes.

Next, they would return the jewelry to the queen first, and then he would command the Lost Tower to clean up the monsters… Then… after that, he could treat the queen and discuss the plans with the succubi properly.

His thoughts became clear and light as a feather. Nol’s eyes gradually lit up. He straightened his robe and took a deep breath.

He took back the crown from the bowed head of Uncle Ma and the necklace from the two Players. But when he stood in front of Teest and reached out. Teest gently grabbed Nol’s wrist and kissed his palm.

It was a soft, dry kiss.

“For you,” Teest said.

“Eh?”

Nol’s thoughts were still in turmoil, and he couldn’t react for a moment. Teest’s smile was deeper than usual, with a bit more smugness and slyness.

“I’m glad. You don’t look like those boring Players now, but you’re still a bit off,” Teest said vaguely. “Your position is still a bit off.”

…What position?

Nol looked at Teest suspiciously. The latter was skillfully playing with the earring on his fingertip, the scarlet color rolling between his fingers. Suddenly, Teest opened both hands in front of him, and the earring disappeared like magic.

“Surprise!” Teest said with a chuckle.

“The time is almost up. Please put ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ back on!” At the same time, Succubus Doni screamed in horror.

Nol had no time to savor those subtle insights. His hair stood on end, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back. If “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” couldn’t be put back in time, the magic protecting the dream would directly shatter.

The succubi were closely watched by the Eternal Church. In the real world, besides the Nightmares, there must be other forces from the Eternal Church. The Investigation Knights led by Eugene were lingering near the Black Forest, closely monitoring the nearby movements.

Once the dream shattered, the Lost Tower would be exposed to everyone’s sight.

Considering that the succubus lair was already empty, and the Lost Tower didn’t resemble a certain castle in Disneyland, Nol didn’t believe that the two religions would start with a friendly talk.

Nol grabbed Teest’s hand and kept groping him. Teest was wearing a thin layer of succubus costume, so the white fabric and pale skin were slightly dazzling under the sunlight. The vivid red earring was hard to hide, but Nol found nothing.

“Teest, stop it.”

Nol anxiously pried open Teest’s fingers, his eyes scanning through the other’s empty gaps. “Quickly take out the earring!”

“No, you don’t look really panicked.” Teest laughed. “So you have other arrangements. You’re just not quite sure—not sure where your position is.”

“I—”

“You’re just missing a gust of wind to push you, honey.” Teest stuck out his tongue, and the red diamond earring rested on the tip. “Now, it’s magic time.”

Whoosh.

The ten-minute limit had arrived, and a slight breathing sound resonated in everyone’s ears.

Nol was stunned, then quickly rushed out of the Lost Tower. He didn’t even have time to close the door.

Before his eyes, the dreamlike blue-purple sky was peeling off crazily. The fog between the trees had disappeared. The soft filter on the trees quickly vanished, revealing the original rich and intense colors.

The space didn’t shake or crack. That layer of dream was like dust floating on reality, dispersing with the breeze.

At this moment, above the massive Lost Tower, an endless blue sky unfolded.

Hundreds of magical fluctuations emanated from every corner. In this second, the news of the destruction of the Dream Edge was about to enter countless ears, and this tower would also pierce countless eyes.

Those Nightmares appeared again in reality, along with the Eternalist blowing shepherd’s whistles. Following them, thousands of cold breaths approached from the depths of the forest. And at the edge of the Black Forest, the flags of the Investigation Knights fluttered in the wind.

Teest followed out at some point, still wearing his succubus costume, his long tail happily swaying behind him.

He stood barefoot on some tentacle at the edge of the black tower facing Nol, happily spreading his arms. Behind him, the dense Black Forest lifted the dust, and complex breaths came rushing from all directions. A chaotic storm was at hand.

“Welcome to the real world!”

Teest announced with a smile. The harsh sunlight enveloped his arms, and his silver hair was fluttering wildly in the high wind.

He whistled to the anxious succubi at the gate. “The queen is still in a coma. As the Crown Prince, I command you—vent and take revenge! From this moment on, all incoming enemies are food.”

“I know you don’t like the way my husband and I do things, so you’d better guard this tower. In case the queen dies inside, you will have to endure the two of us.”

The wrinkled succubi instantly transformed into a group of bitter melons. More than a dozen guards swiftly lined up, already in a position ready to attack.

Nol felt the rapidly approaching forces. Damn. Teest was forcing him to make a move. That guy only gave him time to think of a countermeasure.

Luckily, he just happened to be very good at devising countermeasures.

…And, this meant he could have a good fight with the Eternal Church. Nol found, to some surprise, that his hands were slightly trembling with excitement.

“How fast can you kill?” Nol aggressively questioned the chief culprit of the chaos.

“I’m willing to give you 90% of my power.” Teest smoothed out his messy hair around his ear and said with a laugh, “Of course, provided that you cooperate with me with all your strength and assure that you won’t nag about this afterwards.”

Nol gritted his teeth hard. “I just need to vent. This time, I will forgive… No, after this is over, I will settle accounts with you in a more moderate way.”

As he spoke, Nol dropped the crystal cover holding Kando. The black candle’s vertical eye opened instantly. The black-cover notebook was pressed against his chest, and the staff tapped the ground, causing majestic magic power to spread instantly.

The soil near the Lost Tower roiled, and a skeleton dragon soared into the sky, swirling around the tower. The bones of giant beasts hid in the shadows of the tentacles, with numerous eyes burning with blue fire looking towards the outside world. The tower, originally horrifying, now looked eerie, like Death itself.

Under the leadership of the Eternalists, those strange Nightmares, contrary to their usual behavior, rushed towards the black tower in madness. The first to rush weren’t many. Nol cleanly tilted his staff, and giant tentacles swept across. The strong smell of blood began to spread in reality.

The shattered monster skeletons jumped and reassembled. They stood up shakily with blue fire ignited in their broken eye sockets.

They turned around and rushed towards the Eternalists who were blowing the shepherd’s whistle.

“I’m responsible for all close-range defenses,” Nol explained in a deep voice, aligning with this eerie scene.

“The succubi will primarily deal with the Investigation Knights. Use charm spells to dissolve their will to fight. Try not to cause harm.” He then gave his order straightforwardly. “If possible, try to lead them to the people of the Eternal Church.”

“Anakin, Solo, Malvina. If other enemies slip through, remember to deal with them,” Nol said, raising his voice.

“Why the hell am I involved too?” Uncle Ma yelled back from inside the tower. “Don’t you know to respect the old and love the young*? Besides, with your lousy arrangement, it’s all about defense. Who the hell is going to attack!”

*(尊老爱幼) Idiom referring to a person with good moral character (as respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a tradition virtue in China).

Anakin and Solo showed shocked expressions almost simultaneously. They ran to the door and stared straight at Uncle Ma.

“What are you looking at?!” Uncle Ma bared his teeth to them.

“Someone is responsible for the attack.”

Watching the three connect, the corner of Nol’s mouth ticked upwards.

“…The crown prince of the succubi has decided to take up this responsibility, and as his husband, I will assist him fully.”

Teest laughed loudly, winking at the nervous succubi. He maintained a slightly open arm position, leaning back and falling towards the ground like he was jumping off a cliff.

But he didn’t really hit the ground.

At some point, golden threads were stretched between the trees, and Teest stopped steadily on them. The golden threads bounced slightly due to his weight, and Teest lifted his head, making eye contact with Nol, who was looking down from above.

“I push my beautiful vase back on the table… Back on the table—”

Teest hummed a tune he had improvised. In the shadows, he blew a kiss to Nol, his whole body seemingly floating with delight.

“I deserve the best reward—”

Not far away, the main force of the Eternal Church approached first. The bushes shook, the branches broke, and hostility and killing intent pricked the skin like needles. Teest could even see the dark aura around the Demon King’s minions.

“Get ready!” Nol shouted from the tower. Those blue eyes seemed to have been dusted by the wind, becoming even more pure.

“…Start the battle!” he declared loudly.


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Escape From the Asylum Ch43

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 43

The gentle breeze rustled, causing the tree shadows to sway.

After noticing Zhou Qian remaining still for a long while, Qi Liuxing played with his phone for a bit, then asked him, “By the way, I accompanied you to meet someone at noon. Will you accompany me to meet someone tonight?”

“Who?” asked Zhou Qian.

“The one who is in my group,” Qi Liuxing replied. “His name is Ke Yuxiao.”

“Which ‘Yu’?” Zhou Qian questioned.

Qi Liuxing responded, “The ‘Yu’ from the universe*.”

*Clarity: [Yu] () from universe [Yuzhou] (宇宙).

Zhou Qian pondered for a moment and said, “Hmm. Nice name. ‘The heavens and earth were mysterious and yellow, and the universe was vast and primitive.'”

“You memorized the ‘Thousand Character Classic*’?” Qi Liuxing asked. “So, will you meet him? I want to introduce you to him. If you think it’s fine, we three can team up for the next instance. He’s a really good person. When you guys were looking for me for the [Tick Tock Clock], I was almost beaten to unconsciousness by a monster. If he hadn’t risked his life to save me, I’d have died!”

*A Chinese poem that has been used as a primer for teaching Chinese characters to children from the sixth century onward. It contains exactly one thousand characters, each used only once, arranged into 250 lines of four characters apiece and grouped into four line rhyming stanzas to make it easy to memorize. || What Zhou Qian said is the first two lines from it.

“Alright, I’ll meet him. But—” Seeing the person in the room in Zone X not moving and not receiving any system notifications, Zhou Qian jumped off the tree, squinted, and stepped closer, locking eyes with Qi Liuxing. “Why do I feel like you’ve turned so quickly? You miss one instance, and you’re already swayed by someone else?”

Qi Liuxing: “……”

Zhou Qian continued, “If I go to one instance and him to another, who would you team up with in the end?”

Qi Liuxing paused for a moment, then retorted, “You’re so childish. Why not ask, if Ke Yuxiao and you both fell into the water at the same time, who would I save?”

“Oh. So if both of us fell into the water at the same time, who would you save?” Zhou Qian pressed on.

Qi Liuxing blinked several times and finally responded sternly, “Boring!”

That afternoon, Zhou Qian and Qi Liuxing didn’t manage to leave the hospital.

Ke Yuxiao came to visit them, posing as a visitor, and brought a bouquet of fresh flowers.

He also brought a lot of exquisite snacks.

These treats were from a famous local handmade pastry shop known for their limited daily inventory and high prices. Recognizing the quality of the treats, Zhou Qian looked at Ke Yuxiao with a pleasant expression.

Ke Yuxiao looked about 25, much older than Qi Liuxing.

Ke Yuxiao’s flute was for long-range attacks. According to Qi Liuxing, one was melee and the other ranged—a perfect combination.

Moreover, Ke Yuxiao’s skills were very unique, having a buffing effect. For instance, if Qi Liuxing’s sword move could only scratch, Ke Yuxiao’s flute could enhance its power, causing real damage.

Ke Yuxiao had a gentle demeanor, appearing very approachable, radiating a homely vibe.

But he was definitely not weak; he seemed innately strong. He gave off the impression of someone who might cook meals and water plants in his daily life, but when the situation called for it, he’d immediately take up arms and head into battle.

While Zhou Qian was snacking, Ke Yuxiao and Qi Liuxing chatted on a bench.

Zhou Qian noticed that Qi Liuxing, who always acted cool in front of him, was talkative around Ke Yuxiao. In contrast, Ke Yuxiao seemed like an older brother, always ready to listen.

Overhearing their conversation, Zhou Qian chimed in, “Ke Yuxiao, so you’re a veteran player? Do you have mental health issues?”

“Yes, I was discharged not long ago. I was a bit depressed due to family and work issues,” Ke Yuxiao replied.

“How long have you been playing?” Zhou Qian inquired.

Ke Yuxiao said, ” Two months. But I’ve not been to many instances, and my achievements are average. I focus on instances that can enhance skill values. I’ve never been to the ones with hidden achievements like you guys.”

“Oh, then you can join me next time. I’ve unlocked an instance with hidden achievements. As long as you team up with me, you can enter. Also, you mentioned earlier—” Zhou Qian looked at him, “the Rank God player? What’s that about?”

“There are two types of players in this game: Rank God players and regular players. Their training methods are completely different,” Ke Yuxiao explained. “We, the regular players, might end up as shepherds in the end.”

“I know that. But you mentioned that Rank God players… can become NPCs? How does that work?” Zhou Qian inquired.

“Players below Rank S typically engage in regular instances with difficulty levels around four or below. Rank God players can’t just become NPCs in any instance; they can only make guest appearances in instances of level four or below by channeling their consciousness into an NPC,” Ke Yuxiao explained. “Moreover, once they’re in an NPC, they can’t betray the NPC’s established character or reduce the instance’s difficulty. Often, they might even increase the game’s challenge, as they aim to select and guide players.”

After a short pause, he continued, “However, I’ve heard that few Rank God players do this. Firstly, it takes time away from their own progression and leveling in the game. Secondly, many NPCs have quite challenging roles. Why would they put themselves through that? The game instances are already designed by the system, so it’s better to let the system screen the players directly.”

Zhou Qian’s eyes lit up. “So… if a Rank God player becomes an NPC, we can’t contact them in the system. Meaning, they would be in an [offline] state?”

Ke Yuxiao replied, “Perhaps. But I’ve never witnessed it. Most of what I know about it is from hearsay.”

Every time [137] “came online” was when Jiang Yuqing was conscious.

[137] says that due to the rules, he couldn’t disclose anything.

So… the so-called [offline] was when their consciousness entered an NPC?

Moreover…

When the dragon appeared, Jiang Yuqing “fainted”. In He Xiaowei’s words, he looked as if he had died. In a way, could it be interpreted that Jiang Yuqing’s spirit left his body? Something similar to astral projection?

And also, why did the dragon appear?

Or to rephrase, why was there a creature, clearly not in line with the instance’s supposed difficulty and design logic, made up of S Army corpses?

After leaving “Last Wish”, Zhou Qian naturally contacted He Xiaowei to ask about what happened after he fainted. According to him, Situ Qing uncharacteristically charged at the creature, which only angered it more…

At this moment, Qi Liuxing continued chatting with Ke Yuxiao.

Zhou Qian stepped out onto the balcony and contacted Situ Qing. “What do you know about that creature?”

“I can only speculate,” Situ Qing replied. “My brother Mu Sheng mentioned he could adjust the difficulty of the instances. He once joked…”

Situ Qing chuckled wryly, “He told me to confidently attempt any instance and if I ran into a section I couldn’t pass, he’d use a rare item to directly change the settings and lower the difficulty. Now it seems he never spoke a truthful word.”

“Where is your brother now?” Zhou Qian inquired. “Can you talk about it?”

“I don’t know. He left the game. When I returned to the rental, he was gone,” Situ Qing said. “Maybe… seeing everything in the game, he thought I betrayed him. He might think I’ve sided with you.”

Zhou Qian caught on to something. “Rental? You weren’t hospitalized? You don’t have a mental illness?”

“No, I… wait.” Situ Qing shook her head. “Maybe I do. Why else would Mu Sheng have brainwashed me? You’ve reminded me. I might get it checked.”

“Did you notice… a lot of players in this game are from mental hospitals?” Zhou Qian asked.

“Yes,” Situ Qing replied. “But I thought it was normal. They’ve experienced trauma, which drove them mad. Why did they suffer trauma? Probably because they underwent major life changes, giving them desires and wishes to fulfill. Hence, the game found them. It seemed logical. As for me…”

“I was lured into the game by Mu Sheng. However, I don’t know how he initially came into contact with the game. He’s a gambler, not a player.”

What Situ Qing said sounded plausible at first glance.

However, Zhou Qian didn’t entirely agree with her.

After all, many people become mentally ill not due to external events but because of inherent neurological issues, which are pathological damages.

But Zhou Qian gleaned a lot from Situ Qing’s words.

Now, his understanding of the game has fundamentally shifted.

First, the game had come to this world a long time ago.

Second, while most players were chosen from mental hospitals, some didn’t belong there, like the employee from his father’s company and Situ Qing. Also, Ke Yuxiao, who was currently chatting with Qi Liuxing in his room, was quite special. He was fully cured and left the mental hospital, but he was still a player.

When he thought of this, Zhou Qian heard a sigh from Situ Qing on the phone.

“Influenced by Mu Sheng, I entered this game, originally to help him get a new leg. However, as soon as I started the first mission, the game imposed a deadline for our next entry. If we exceed the time and don’t enter the mission… I will die. So even though I am no longer bound by Mu Sheng, I have to keep playing.”

“In fact, I have no wishes now. I just want to live a peaceful life. But obviously, I can’t. No, wait, I do have a wish. If possible, I want to make amends.”

“Zhou Qian, I don’t know… if you would trust me. I… I want to make it up to you, to Yun Xiangrong, and to Gao Shan. Trading for a life is not easy. The system might demand a fortune. But count me in.”

“I hope we can team up for the next mission. I promise you, whatever gold coins I earn, I don’t want anything. I just want to use them to bring back Gao Shan’s life.”

A minute later, Zhou Qian hung up the phone.

Many players were willing to join the game because they had wishes. However, once they joined, whether or not their wishes could be fulfilled, they couldn’t leave. Because once they did, they would die.

Players entered the game, cultivated, and gained more and more powerful strength… trying to approach the gods, asking the gods for power to fulfill their wishes.

But could they really get what they want?

Was the story of Epoh in Apple Paradise some kind of… highly suggestive metaphor?

……

Thus, three more days passed.

During these three days, Zhou Qian hadn’t received any messages from [137]. He also couldn’t contact [Hidden Blade].

In the end, Zhou Qian simply decided to ignore it.

Preparing for the next mission, Zhou Qian considered his teammates: himself, He Xiaowei, Qi Liuxing, Ke Yuxiao, and Situ Qing, making five in total. The next mission was for seven people, and he wondered what kind of two teammates they would be paired with.

Additionally, now that Yu Xian was dead, would the system assign him another gambler?

Zhou Qian didn’t know the answer for now.

Four more days passed.

In the early morning, Zhou Qian and Qi Liuxing welcomed Dr. Li Xuehai for a round of checks.

After a detailed progress check on their conditions and adjusting the medication, Li Xuehai packed up his notes, looking like he was about to leave.

Zhou Qian looked at him, noticing his scholarly appearance, and couldn’t help but say, “Hey, your tie is crooked!”

Li Xuehai, always expressionless, simply said, “In an hour, come to my office. There’s something I want to discuss with you.”

“Oh?” Zhou Qian was slightly surprised but nodded, “Alright.”

An hour later, Zhou Qian indeed went to Li Xuehai’s office.

Currently, there were no other doctors present.

It seemed he arranged his schedule to ensure that their conversation wouldn’t be overheard.

So, upon entering the office, Zhou Qian naturally closed the door.

Sitting down in front of Li Xuehai, he asked, “Dr. Li, what’s the matter?”

Li Xuehai, although having a refined demeanor, was usually very serious.

His expression now was even more so, making him look sterner.

Looking at Zhou Qian, he said, “It’s strange… I saw you playing some game.”

Hearing this, the smile on Zhou Qian’s face also disappeared.

In a flash, he realized something.

Indeed, he heard Li Xuehai say, “Now… it seems I’ve become your gambler.”


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Qizi Ch43

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 43

A figure dashed over swiftly. With a flick of his right hand, there was a cling sound as he flicked a crystal into the air and caught it accurately. All movements flowed in one smooth motion. Miraculously, it seemed as if a suction force appeared under his feet. To this individual, a vertical building was just like flat ground. Within a matter of seconds, he climbed from the bottom to the top of the building, grabbing Ling Xiao by the collar and leaping onto the platform with him.

Ling Xiao hadn’t even realized why he was suddenly airborne when his feet safely touched the ground. Only then did the principal, who had effortlessly hoisted him up, let go. He turned to Ying Feng, who was still outside the wall, and asked, “Can you manage on your own?”

In response, Ying Feng gripped the edge of the wall, jumped back inside, and quickly approached Ling Xiao. The imposing manner in which he moved made both Yao Tai and the principal think he intended to attack Ling Xiao, and they instinctively stepped in front to block him. Even Ling Xiao thought the same, but to everyone’s shock, Ying Feng rudely brushed past the two, placed both hands on Ling Xiao’s shoulders, and without warning, kissed him.

The shock made the kiss seem longer than it actually was. Everyone was stunned, especially Ling Xiao, who was part of the act. His mind went blank, his ability to think floating away into the clouds.

When the kiss ended, Ying Feng released him. The petrified Ling Xiao stood still, for one second, two seconds, three seconds, and then he began to fall forward. Predicting this, Ying Feng caught him smoothly. If the onlookers were dumbstruck earlier, words failed to describe their astonishment now. Seemingly uncomfortable under their direct gazes, Ying Feng reluctantly explained, “I read in a book that this method can hypnotize and soothe emotions.”

Both the principal and Yao Tai turned their heads stiffly to exchange incredulous glances, then turned back.

“You know,” Yao Tai said bluntly, not meaning to flatter, “the only commendable thing since you became a Qizhu is your godlike speed in mastering all the Qizhu’s skills.”

Ignoring the sarcasm in her words, Ying Feng lifted Ling Xiao. Before he could move, the principal stopped him. The principal, with remarkable composure given the recent events, said, “Can you hand him over to me?” Ying Feng looked at him questioningly. “I’d like to try and talk to him. We’re both Qizi; maybe communication will be easier.”

After some consideration, Ying Feng handed Ling Xiao over. The principal admitted awkwardly, “I can’t carry him.”

The principal’s physical strength has been significantly diminished due to a prolonged lack of adequate rest. Now, when it comes to endurance, he’s even weaker than an average fledgling. The moves he just performed were already his limit.

“Where would you like me to take him?”

“The infirmary will do. I’ll wait there for him to wake up.”

When Ling Xiao woke up, only the principal was with him. He wasn’t sure how he’d fallen asleep, but the recent memory lingered, making him wonder if the kiss was just a dream.

“You’re awake,” the principal said, reminded of his own disoriented awakening years ago.

“Principal?” Ling Xiao looked down at the bed, confused. “Why am I here?”

“You fell asleep. Ying Feng brought you here on my request,” the principal replied, his similarly gray eyes soothing Ling Xiao. “Do you feel better now?”

Ling Xiao hesitated before nodding.

He had forgotten that he hadn’t intentionally jumped earlier.

“Would you like to visit someone with me?”

“Who?”

“Your good friend, Lan Sheng.”

……

This was Ling Xiao’s first visit to the Psychiatric Disease Control Center. He had imagined it as a hospital, but upon arrival, it resembled more of a prison.

“Long time no see,” a man in a white uniform greeted them at the entrance.

“If I could, I’d hope never to see you in this lifetime,” the principal replied with a smile, introducing Ling Xiao to the man. “This is Director Qian Ji of the Disease Control Center. He was my primary doctor back in the day. Never thought he’d become the director now.”

“Is it more surprising for a doctor to become a director or a patient to become a principal?” Qian Ji teased. “A hundred years ago, I was worried if you’d survive. Who could’ve predicted that today you’d be the head of an entire school?”

“It seems I’ve disappointed your expectations,” the principal joked back.

Qian Ji responded to his joke with a slight smile and then gently patted Ling Xiao’s back. “Is this the student you mentioned in your correspondence?”

“Yes.”

Qian Ji turned to Ling Xiao. “Your principal told me that Lan Sheng, who was hospitalized recently, is your friend, right? He’s a very strong person. I can’t let you meet him, but I can allow you to see him.”

Ling Xiao was somewhat puzzled. Under Qian Ji’s guidance, they walked from the main entrance to the main building.

“The place has changed a lot,” the principal said as he looked at the buildings along the way. He remembered that when he left years ago, some of the buildings didn’t look like this.

“When you were here, you almost tore down every house. The moment you left, we immediately applied for funding from the higher-ups and renovated the entire center.”

“Don’t listen to his exaggerations,” the principal said helplessly to Ling Xiao.

“I knew you wouldn’t admit it, so we kept evidence.” He led them to a patient’s room and told Ling Xiao, “Look, this is the room he stayed in.”

This room—no, to be precise, this cell—was extremely small. Apart from a single bed, there was nothing inside. Three sides were closed, and the side facing the corridor was made up of cold bars. Upon closer inspection, Ling Xiao noticed that the wall material was the same as the material used in the training room. Shockingly, despite the wall’s toughness, there were many signs of impact, with some indentations being half a foot deep.

“Why is there nothing inside?” Ling Xiao couldn’t comprehend. He thought that even if the center’s environment wasn’t comfortable, it would at least be habitable.

“Because anything inside would end up smashed. Any seemingly insignificant object might be used as a tool for self-harm.” Qian Ji saw the principal gazing thoughtfully at the room and discreetly motioned for Ling Xiao to step back.

“Your principal stayed there for six years.” Qian Ji only began speaking when they were out of earshot.

“That long?” Ling Xiao was shocked, thinking he couldn’t endure even six days in such an environment.

“From the day he was admitted until he left, a full six years. The day he left was the sixth anniversary of his admission.”

“How could this be…” Ling Xiao was in disbelief.

“We all once believed he wouldn’t come out. But he did, and although we thought he wouldn’t last long outside, every year he proves us wrong.” Qian Ji’s admiration was genuine. “Your principal is truly a respectable person. Everyone still looks up to him with respect.”

Ling Xiao only knew that the principal, as an undeveloped Qizi, lived independently for many years and was secretly targeted. However, he didn’t realize how tough his life was.

“Back in the day, he was a prominent figure in Bikong, ranked alongside Fu Yao as the future hope of Tianxiu. He caught the military’s attention just in the primary academy, promising a bright future.”

“But life is unpredictable. Fu Yao found his perfect lifelong partner, and now they both shine brightly in the military. But your principal, due to one mistake, hasn’t even been able to grow.”

“Two young men who were once the center of attention—their outcomes are now as different as night and day. Every time I think back, it’s hard not to sigh with emotion.”

After Qian Ji finished reminiscing, he saw the principal walking towards them.

“Done with your moment of silence?” He intentionally adopted a casual tone.

“Why didn’t you fix that room?”

“Such a significant place must be preserved. Every time a new patient comes in, the center uses you as an inspirational figure, telling them that one day they will leave too. Even though you’re gone, your spirit shines bright, illuminating the path for others.”

The principal replied with a bittersweet smile. “Then I am truly honored.”

“Now that we’ve remembered the past, let’s move on.”

As they continued along the corridor, they encountered more and more people. Ling Xiao saw many patients behaving oddly. Some stared blankly, some muttered to themselves, some screamed angrily, and others banged their heads against the wall. The more he saw, the heavier his heart felt.

“Patients coming here for treatment need to sign a contract. There are two types: a ‘Life Pact’ and a ‘Death Pact’.”

Ling Xiao was confused. “What is the ‘Life Pact’?”

“It’s a more flexible contract. We try our best to help the patient survive. But if they find it unbearable and wish to give up, the center respects their decision.”

Qian Ji pointed at those in patient uniforms who moved freely and said, “They are the signatories of the ‘Life for Death’ contract. Recovery is up to luck, but most will never walk out these doors again.”

“What about the ‘Death Pact’?”

“The Death Pact is a binding agreement. No matter what happens or how the patient requests, we must ensure their survival by any means necessary.”

“The pain endured because of the Death Pact is indescribable. Very few choose to sign it. Your principal signed it years ago, and so did he.”

Qian Ji stood at the entrance of a room. The railings of this ward were down. As Ling Xiao approached, he saw Lan Sheng.

“Now you know how strong your friend is. You should be proud of him.”

The moment Ling Xiao saw that familiar face, tears almost spilled from his eyes. He was forcefully restrained on the bed, wailing and struggling in pain. Around him, three medical staff were holding down his limbs; even this seemed strenuous.

“Why…” Ling Xiao couldn’t understand. “Why not give him sedatives?”

“What you see now is him during the day, trying to rely on artificial control. Sedatives are only used during the more severe symptoms at night. Tianxiu people build resistance to drugs quickly. The dose of sedative he uses now is more than ten times that of an average person. It can’t be increased anymore.”

Ling Xiao felt a sting in his nose. He now understood why Qian Ji didn’t let them meet. Even if Ling Xiao stood in front of Lan Sheng, he might not recognize him.

“He has a severe sleep disorder, as does everyone here. They cannot sleep night after night, and if they do, they wake up quickly. Many give up just because they can’t bear this. Medicine is advancing, but it’s always at a loss for these people.”

“The influence of the Qizhu on the Qizi is significant. A Qizi who loses their Qizhu can never feel secure in their lifetime. They’re like aquatic plants cut from their roots, drifting day by day until they wither.”

“I used to wonder why Tianxiu people have such a distorted mating system. After researching many ancient texts, I found that the absolute control the Qizhu has over the Qizi is not exploitation but a concession.”

“A concession?” Even the principal hadn’t heard of this.

“Yes. Although most ancient texts are vague, according to a rare historical record, the initial relationship between the Tianxiu people wasn’t like this. Their fate was much harsher than ours; lovers had to kill each other to grow. Later generations couldn’t bear such tragedies, so the blood pact was created.”

“In the pact, the Qizhu transfers part of their soul to the Qizi, and the other half is exchanged for life by relinquishing all their rights, surviving solely as a Qizi attached to the Qizhu. That’s why the Qizhu can control the Qizi because they are controlling a part of their own soul.”

“So, on the surface, the relationship between the Qizhu and the Qizi seems oppressive, but the original intention of the blood pact was a concession the Qizhu made for their Qizi to live. It’s a proactive sacrifice. As to why lovers initially had to fight to the death, even the ancient texts don’t record.”

“Now you know why a developing Qizi struggles to survive after leaving their Qizhu. They can’t find a place for the soul they received from the Qizhu. The rescue work we do goes against their nature. Some say we do this out of humanitarianism, but after witnessing so much pain over the centuries, I don’t recognize the word ‘humanitarianism’ anymore.”

He sighed after finishing. “I’m sorry for making you bear my negativity.”

“No.” Ling Xiao shook his head. “Thank you for telling me.”

Qian Ji looked at him with deep concern. “Dr. Yao told me about your situation. The Qizi treated here either lost their Qizhu early or were abandoned. Compared to them, you are much luckier.”

“Now you’ve seen everything here. Your principal said he never wanted to see me again. How I wish never to see him, you, or anyone else here in this place again. The Disease Control Center is a place no one should come to. If there’s even a tiny chance, stay away. Not everyone is as strong as your principal. Most who come in never leave.”

As if to prove his words, a commotion came from a room at the end of the corridor.

“What’s happening?” Qian Ji stopped a passing medical staff.

The staff lowered his eyes slightly. “Patient No. 31 has decided to give up, making the final confirmation.”

Qian Ji’s gaze dimmed. He turned to the principal. “You should be familiar with such scenes.”

The principal nodded silently.

He then turned to Ling Xiao. “Let’s go see.”

Ling Xiao and the group followed the medical staff. The patient referred to as “No. 31” was in the next room, with a female doctor talking to her. Through the glass, Ling Xiao couldn’t hear their conversation. He only saw her shake her head and then nod from time to time. Before long, the female doctor stepped out.

She gave a slight shake of her head. Everyone present understood the implication of this gesture.

A bell rang overhead in the center. Its sound echoed, long and distant. Against the backdrop of such a solemn and somewhat desolate bell, everyone collectively bowed their heads.

The doctor went in with a syringe, bowed slightly to patient No. 31, then confidently pushed the needle through her pale skin, puncturing her vein accurately.

The girl looked up, her youthful face and light gray eyes. From awakening to death, the color of her eyes was the only change in this life. As she was about to bid farewell to this world and embark on a new life, perhaps because everyone else was looking down, her gaze met Ling Xiao’s, the only person looking her way.

Their eyes locked, and Ling Xiao became the last image she saw in this life. And the girl in Ling Xiao’s eyes sweetly raised a slight smile towards him.

“Goodbye,” Ling Xiao saw her lips mouthing, even though they had never met before.

The girl’s body gradually became transparent and vanished, eventually transforming into a beautiful blue soul, reminiscent of the appearance of the morning sky.

This was the second time that Ling Xiao watched a soul fly away right before his eyes, disappearing into the horizon from less than two meters away from him.

“Did you see that?” The principal’s hand quietly rested on Ling Xiao’s shoulder. “This is the Disease Control Center, a place you would never want to set foot in again once you’ve been here.”


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Sendoff Ch126

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 126: Come Together

Xu Jingming had just climbed out of the cellar, and upon witnessing the outside scene, he forcibly threw himself back inside.

The cellar door was shattered, and the inside remained suffocating. Flammable oil flowed into the cellar with flames following, and in places without fire, green tendrils spread everywhere, creating a scene resembling hell.

Asphyxiation coupled with intoxication made Xu Jingming feel woozy, as if needles pricked his head.

He should have been seated safely in that magical sedan chair, guarded by the masters’ guards of the Rong Palace. He should have passed through the desert with Qu Duanyun, safely returning to the scenic Yidu. However, by the firelight, he saw that he was surrounded by followers of the Chigou Sect. How had he returned to the Chigou Sect’s territory after leaving it the day before?

Given the dire circumstances outside, even if Xu Jingming were obtuse, he’d realize someone was after his life. After having a few drinks, he was groggily captured and almost buried with a bunch of rebels.

Qu Duanyun should have come to save him.

But no matter what means the bandits used, they kidnapped him right under Qu Duanyun’s watch. Touching the painful back of his head, Xu Jingming’s expression darkened.

Indeed, he had drunk happily last night because Taiheng acquired the Shirou—as if he himself had. He only needed to present this magical item to the Emperor, and this whole drama would end.

However, the Emperor was indifferent to the ways of the immortals. If he died in Chigou’s territory, the Emperor would not actively seek the Shirou. Consequently, Chigou would retreat from the competition, and the Shirou would naturally become Taiheng’s possession.

Such a great strategy—killing two birds with one stone!

Thinking about their journey so far, Qu Duanyun’s attitude towards him was neither humble nor arrogant, showing no sign of closeness or harmony. It was so standard that it seemed like he was just going through the motions of official business. Everyone says that the Qu Clan is extremely upright, but can he truly trust Qu Duanyun?

Xu Jingming’s face twitched, and after taking a deep breath, he started to claw his way out of the cellar again.

As a royal prince, even in death, he should die amidst luxury. If he were thrown underground, burned alongside filthy men, he wouldn’t rest in peace.

The Prince of Rong was proud and radical, but his courage was undeniable. Xu Jingming once again leaped to the cellar entrance, gripping his folding fan. As he emerged, he was confronted by Wu Huai, whose throat had been slit by Su Si.

The Red Scorpion Feet and Hua Jingchun were tightly wrapped by the tendrils. Yan Qing and Su Si also had some on them, but it didn’t hinder Su Si’s actions—he was ruthless, slashing half of Wu Huai’s neck without leaving room for survival.

Yet, not much blood gushed out.

Countless green tendrils instantly sealed the wound. Wu Huai coughed up blood; his eyes were bloodshot. With a raspy voice, he croaked, “…Young Patriarch? You?”

As he spoke hoarsely, the “jade man” that was originally dealing with Hua Jingchun quickly moved back in front of Wu Huai, taking a defensive stance.

Su Si licked the blood from his lips, grinning even brighter. “Indeed, it’s me. Unfortunately, I had the Bone Sweeping Sword remade; the hilt still bears the Chigou mark. Protector Hua should recognize it.”

Hua Jingchun: “……”

She didn’t know whether to be grateful to this man or to kill him along with Wu Huai.

“Rather than using these external trinkets, isn’t it faster to fight directly?”

Su Si tossed the knife directly to Xu Jingming.

“Prince of Rong, I’ve heard you dare to venture into the Ghost Tomb so you must have some martial arts skills. Take this for self-defense. If you die here, we’ll be in trouble.”

Without waiting for Xu Jingming’s reply, Su Si charged at Wu Huai with bare hands. Yan Qing, seemingly in sync with him, waved his sword to fend off the flames and tendrils, freeing Hua Jingchun and the Red Scorpion Feet.

“I taught him the ‘Red Chi Hand’ technique. Is that kid really…?”

Hua Jingchun recognized Su Si’s moves; her expression was filled with astonishment and uncertainty. It wasn’t like she had ignored Su Si; that kid had been eating and drinking as usual these days, never taking the chaos of the Chigou Sect seriously. With the appearance of Wu Huai, the “Young Patriarch”, she had assumed the real Young Patriarch had long been dead.

But that “Red Chi Hand” technique couldn’t be faked.

Hua Jingchun shook her head and immediately ordered, “Protect that young… that young warrior!”

The Red Scorpion Feet members were all assassins. Ignoring their wounds, they instantly began to deal with the bizarre “Jade Person”. Su Si seemed to have predicted this, so he concentrated all his energy, sticking close to Wu Huai.

Clean knife wounds could easily be blocked by thin threads, but what about when a large chunk of flesh was torn off? He didn’t want to run away with his back to Wu Huai. No matter why Wu Huai was stalling, he’d prefer to kill him as soon as possible.

Wu Huai wasn’t someone to be taken lightly either. With his long sword, he drew countless sword flowers, each emanating a deadly aura. However, the wound left by Yin Ci hadn’t healed, making Wu Huai’s movements slightly sluggish. When facing the ruthlessly aggressive Su Si, the scene resembled a punishment of Lingchi—if he wasn’t careful, Su Si would rip off a piece of his flesh and throw it into the fire along with its skin, giving no opportunity for the threads to “stitch” it back.

The air was filled with the lethal smell of roasting flesh.

Yan Qing’s side wasn’t going smoothly—even when he and many assassins faced the “Jade Person”, they couldn’t gain the upper hand. No matter how they tried to slash at it, more threads would wrap around it, making the green humanoid regenerate as before.

So Yan Qing could only utilize his skills to repeatedly send it flying, giving Su Si the opportunity to face Wu Huai one-on-one. Compared to when it was first spat out by Wu Huai, the entity had grown quite a bit, its size resembling that of a slender young man.

“A’Si, the thread cage is shrinking!” Yan Qing suddenly realized.

The threads forming the Jade Person kept drawing from the “separation cover”. Just moments ago, the cover was as tall as four or five people, but now it was only about two people high. If it shrank further, they’d all have to return to the underground cellar, waiting to suffocate to death.

With the resilient threads blocking the entrance of the cellar, Yan Qing wouldn’t be able to break them open quickly. Wu Huai’s arrival suggested he had no intention of letting anyone leave alive.

Su Si momentarily paused but didn’t respond.

Xu Jingming had a bigger reaction. He tightly held the butcher knife, attempting to cut an opening in the cover to escape as soon as possible. But as soon as his blade touched the isolating threads, the Jade Person charged at him like a mad dog. If not for Yan Qing’s quick action, Xu Jingming would have been fatally stabbed.

The Jade Person, stopped by many swords just in front of Xu Jingming, extended its sharp “arm” forward, stopping just an inch away from Xu Jingming’s head. Upon closer examination, the vague features of the Jade Person appeared to be fused from thin roots, giving it a jade-like texture. Its “skin” still had the intricate patterns of interconnected roots, making one dizzy. Xu Jingming couldn’t look at it for long without feeling like he might vomit.

After this turmoil, The Prince of Rong didn’t dare touch the cover anymore. He made a gloomy face, quickly cutting the threads off his body, looking like a string bean removing its own tendons. The Jade Person seemed to have neither cognition nor pain perception. Seeing Xu Jingming stop his desperate actions, it turned its attention, despite its many “wounds”, to Su Si.

Luckily, Su Si was reckless.

He allowed the threads to wound him repeatedly, ignoring the assassins falling one by one around him, biting onto Wu Huai relentlessly without any distractions. Wu Huai was covered in wounds, and his missing flesh was filled with filaments, looking terrifying.

“I’ve also studied the ‘Red Chi Hand’.” Wu Huai dodged while speaking hoarsely. “You can wound me, but you can’t kill me.”

The thread cage above everyone’s head was shrinking rapidly, now only one and a half persons tall. Su Si’s strength lay in speed, and Yan Qing’s stone sword required ample space for big swings, increasingly restraining both of them. Although the situation seemed to be at a standstill on the surface, Wu Huai was gaining the upper hand.

Su Si’s attacks gradually slowed. Before long, he was driven by Wu Huai to the corner of the cage.

“What a pity.” Wu Huai sighed, raising his sword. “You’re extremely talented. If you had joined the Immortal Assembly, you would have achieved great things.”

Su Si seemed like a butterfly trapped in a web. He had lost a lot of blood. The surrounding threads kept coming, and the undead-like Wu Huai was still standing. Yan Qing was using all his strength to block the Jade Person, and nobody could assist him.

His lips trembled for a moment before whispering something. Wu Huai didn’t hear it and moved closer. “What did you say?”

With an expression of anguish and plea, Su Si repeated it softly. Wu Huai still didn’t catch it and, seeing him look like he was on his last breath, he moved even closer. This time, he clearly heard Su Si’s words:

Su Si: “Fuck you, motherfucker.”

Immediately after, Su Si backed into the thread cage. Predictably, the Jade Person charged forward the next moment. Wu Huai, having his back to the Jade Person, instinctively turned to face it. At the same instant, Yan Qing, with his Sword of Compassion, joined the fray. With four of them gathered at the edge of the cage, Wu Huai found it difficult to adjust his movements.

This wasn’t good.

The sound of the stone sword blocking the Jade Person’s charge echoed together with the light sound of footsteps rubbing against the ground.

Before Wu Huai could dodge, someone took the opportunity to climb onto his back. Su Si, using all the remaining strength and the elasticity of the thin net, pasted himself onto Wu Huai’s back. He wrapped his arms around Wu Huai’s neck and locked his legs around Wu Huai’s waist, like a vengeful ghost coming to take a life.

“Be careful!” Protector Hua shouted urgently. “This man cannot be choked to death!”

From this angle, Su Si’s range of motion was quite limited. The most lethal move would be strangulation. However, there was already a slit on Wu Huai’s neck. As long as the filaments made a small gap, Wu Huai would still be able to breathe.

Su Si gave her a smile that could send a shiver down one’s spine.

What happened next made even the skilled assassins of the Red Scorpion Feet ashamed. Su Si didn’t twist Wu Huai’s neck. Instead, with veins bulging, he grabbed Wu Huai’s head and pulled it backwards along the throat injury.

Using his elbow as a fulcrum, his strength was immense. The fine threads finally couldn’t hold, and the wound on Wu Huai’s throat reopened.

Su Si heard the sound of flesh tearing but didn’t stop. His eyes fixed on Yan Qing as his fingers dug into the sides of Wu Huai’s skull.

A sticky sound of flesh being ripped apart echoed.

Without any hesitation, Su Si took advantage of the initial knife wound and gruesomely tore off Wu Huai’s head. The head was still attached to a part of the spine, and the green threads on it were scrambling around in confusion.

Holding the head, Su Si landed gracefully with a faint smile on his face. As Wu Huai’s breathing stopped, the jade figure dispersed into chaotic threads, quickly burrowing into the ground. The surrounding net of threads immediately shattered, and without the magic shield, flames illuminated the sky.

Seeing the beheading, Xu Jingming carefully placed a knife in front of him and then used his fan to hide his pale face. Su Si paid no attention to him; his eyes were still fixed on Yan Qing.

Using his sword to prop himself up, Yan Qing met Su Si’s gaze and comforted him with a smile. “A’Si, you’ve suffered.”

Relieved, Su Si continued to roast the head over the fire, fearing Wu Huai might revive.

Hua Jingchun, with her injured leg, knelt on the ground, catching her breath. She then said loudly, “I pay my respects to the Young Patriarch!”

“Respect to the Young Patriarch!” Half of the Red Scorpion Feet had died, but the remaining followed Hua Jingchun’s lead.

“Oh, I just wanted to tease him and cheer you guys up,” Su Si said, turning around. “Let’s talk about this later.”

With that, he winked at Yan Qing, and then, exhausted, he fainted with the head in his grasp.

When Su Si woke up, the first thing he saw was the magnified face of Sect Master Shi.

He was so startled he shook the bed, only then realizing his entire body was bandaged, he groaned in pain. Lord Bai jumped over, stepping on his fresh wound, causing Su Si to scream even louder.

Shi Jingzhi looked disgusted and said, “Awake, are you?”

It was pitch dark outside the window, and there was still a faint smell of burning in the air. He probably wasn’t unconscious for too long. Su Si took a deep breath and looked around—

Yan Qing had minor injuries and was sitting on a chair, drinking medicine. Xu Jingming had a cloth gag in his mouth and was firmly tied to another chair. Wu Huai’s head was placed on a tea table, and despite her injuries, Protector Hua stubbornly stood with a crutch.

The remaining two, the master and disciple, had a displeased look. Yin Ci looked pale, seemingly recovering from a severe illness.

Looking at everyone, Su Si thought they all seemed fine. He ignored the angry muffled noises from Xu Jingming and said, “Sect Master, I killed Wu Huai and have made a merit. Don’t I deserve some sleep?”

“Yes, you have merit,” Shi Jingzhi hummed, still looking somewhat displeased. “But you stole Chigou’s wine and revealed your identity without permission. The good and the bad cancel out. As a reward, I won’t punish you.”

Unbeknownst to Su Si, Shi Jingzhi had discovered a shocking secret. Su Si’s eyes darted between the disheveled master and disciple, and he grew genuinely aggrieved. To hell with canceling out merits and faults! This cunning fox not only didn’t reward him but also held grudges!

Su Si tried to sit up, but the pain caused him to gasp.

“I’ve called everyone here for an important discussion,” Shi Jingzhi said, exuding the aura of a sect leader. “I heard Taiheng has found the ‘Shirou’. But they don’t have the ‘key’. It won’t be easy for them… Okay, Xu Jingming, you don’t need to cover your ears. I won’t kill you to silence you.”

Only then did Xu Jingming stop struggling.

Yin Ci gave a helpless smile. Whether it was an illusion or not, Su Si felt there was a subtle change in the man’s aura.

Yin Ci turned to Protector Hua and said calmly, “The Kushan Sect is small and can’t compete with the overwhelming numbers of Taiheng. While the chaos over the ‘Shirou’ hasn’t yet subsided, we want to promote a great martial arts conference.”

Su Si and Yan Qing: “…” Can’t compete? Who are you trying to fool?

Poor Protector Hua, who was kept in the dark, responded, “What does the righteous path have to do with our Divine Sect?”

Yin Ci looked at her for a moment, his gaze briefly touching Wu Huai’s head. “Does Chigou want revenge?”


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Sendoff Ch125

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 125: Conspiracy

Su Si groggily opened his eyes and then, as if splashed with cold water, abruptly came to his senses.

A tingling numbness lingered in his limbs, clearly a reaction from being poisoned. Using all his strength, Su Si felt for the butcher knife at his waist. Perhaps due to its unappealing look, no one had taken it from him.

The place was dark and stifling. Instinctively, Su Si employed the skills he acquired during his training in the Red Scorpion Feet. He forcefully pressed several acupoints on his head to wake himself fully.

It felt as if he were waking up from a drunken stupor and his memories were slowly coming back together.

That night, Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci went to the Fallen God Tower for business. Su Si, uninterested in the affairs of Chigou, chose to stay at the Immortal Seeker’s Residence with Yan Qing.

A day had passed since Wu Huai escaped. The irrelevant merchants cleared out, and Taiheng officially set out. However, the Immortal Seeker’s Residence wasn’t empty. After taking power, Wu Huai was bloodthirsty and murderous, wreaking havoc in the village. Some followers of Chigou couldn’t bear to watch and therefore left Chigou. Once news broke out about Wu Huai’s escape, they joyfully returned.

It was rumored that Hua Jingchun spread the word that, under Wu Huai’s rule, defectors would not be punished. But defectors were still defectors. To prevent potential threats, they were placed in the remote Immortal Seeker’s Residence.

Compared to the ascension ceremony, the Immortal Seeker’s Residence was now even more lively.

With Wu Huai on the run, people were particularly delighted and didn’t miss a chance to drink and feast. Yan Qing was slightly resistant to alcohol, but Su Si took the opportunity to drink to his heart’s content. He saw the wine being brought out of storage and opened in front of everyone. His minor suspicion was blown away by the strong aroma of the wine.

Who would still work for a defeated dog like Wu Huai?

But this drink led to a total mess.

Unexpectedly, instead of drugging Wu Huai, they were the ones who got drugged. In the chaos and noise, Su Si didn’t notice anything.

Who was behind this? Was someone in the sect still supporting Wu Huai?

Su Si pressed his temples for a while, but the effects of the drug were still lingering. He cut open a small wound on his collarbone. With the combination of pain and bleeding, he finally felt better.

He was lying on top of several people, some of whom had already stopped breathing, their bodies cold and stiff. There was a smell of decaying plants in the air.

Su Si recognized the smell. They were in some underground cellar filled with a poisonous gas that could silently take lives. Combined with the sleeping drug, even the strongest martial artist could be killed without a trace.

Had it not been for Su Si’s resistance training against drugs at the Red Scorpion Feet, he wouldn’t have woken up and would’ve met his doom.

Cold sweat formed on Su Si’s back. He took out a torch, but it wouldn’t ignite. Just as he decided to escape in the dark, a faint glow caught his eye.

Drawing closer while holding his breath, he discovered a folded fan with a glowing pearl pendant. The handle of the fan was exquisite and obviously of high quality. An idea formed in Su Si’s mind, and he decided to use the fan’s owner as a potential source of money. The person had strong inner force but wasn’t a top master. Why not exchange kindness for gold?

With this lovely idea in mind, Su Si tried various ways to wake the man.

The man had a smell of alcohol on him and was terrified. His voice was hoarse as he said, “You… You—”

“You what, you? Call me your savior,” Su Si whispered. “We can’t stay here for long because of the gas. We need to escape quickly.”

The man seemed experienced and didn’t panic for long. After a brief hesitation, he got up with Su Si’s help. The luminous pearl wasn’t bright enough to light the way, so Su Si continued to grope in the dark, sometimes using the bodies around as steps. In less than half an hour, he found a door-like entrance.

As they approached the slightly ventilated door, the smell of kerosene became clearer. While Su Si tried to pry the lock with his knife, he listened carefully to the surroundings.

Near the entrance of the cellar, the man seemed to breathe more easily. With his hoarse voice, he finally said, “Who did this?”

“Who else? It’s Wu Huai’s people. To kidnap so many of us without Chigou noticing, seems like the traitors weren’t completely eradicated,” Su Si replied while working on the lock. “However, this method is too messy. It looks like we’re being held hostage.”

The man remained silent.

Su Si assumed he was scared and continued to ramble, “Don’t panic. With so many people around, we must still be near Chigou. When my brother notices I’m gone, he will surely come looking for me. He’s the naivest person in the world and would never easily compromise. You, young man, are wealthy; there will surely be many looking for you.”

“I…”

“Shh!”

Su Si broke the lock of the cellar but didn’t escape immediately. He listened closely to the outside, and indeed heard two sets of footsteps. One belonged to a young man with a limping stride, apparently severely injured. The other was a woman’s, with an uneven gait, clearly also limping.

“I came alone,” said the woman, and it was indeed Hua Jingchun. “Release my brothers and sisters, and for old times’ sake, I might spare your life.”

The other voice, weakly, responded, “Spare my life? That’s rich. Where are the beasts of the Kushan Sect?”

“The Sect Master and his disciples are resting at the Fallen God Tower, and they’re unaware of this. Wu Huai, I’m telling you again—”

“How ridiculous,” Wu Huai coughed. “You really don’t get it. If I hadn’t turned a blind eye, would that old servant have planted the trap for you? Since you survived, why come back?”

“You tarnish the name of Chigou, and I should thank you?”

“I fear that before the nest even collapses, there are cowards eager to jump ship. This time, the Chigou Sect has chosen a lively Patriarch, who surely will be more effective than you.” Hua Jingchun didn’t buy into his talk. “A sect that has lasted for more than a hundred years, and you say it’s doomed? Back then, I shouldn’t have…”

“Never supported me into the Immortal Assembly?”

“We had a deal. You would make connections and amass wealth. I stayed with Chigou, prospering the sect. Grave-digging opportunities were dwindling, so we adapted. In another hundred years, Chigou would’ve risen to prominence.”

Hua Jingchun was furious.

“After decades apart, I returned to a monster. Seeing you, the ‘Young Patriarch’, did you ever consider my—”

“Childhood promises are void. Adaptability is the key to survival.”

Wu Huai casually interrupted her.

“Plundering the villages, when Chigou is done, the followers will share some money. Why end up like the Ling Sect, achieving nothing? As for the common folk, they’d die sooner or later. I simply acted first. I thought you’d be sensible, but you’re just a fool.”

His voice grew weaker, but the mockery intensified.

“People’s lives are worthless, yet you’re here haggling over them. It’s laughable.”

Su Si’s heart sank, quickly calculating his next move. “Protector Hua, run! He never intended to negotiate!”

“I don’t need you to tell me!” Hua Jingchun snapped back.

As she roared, more footsteps approached. The sounds of those footsteps were soft, sounding like the footwork of the Red Scorpion Feet.

Feeling she had the upper hand, Hua Jingchun’s voice turned icy. “I thought you’d have a good excuse, but it’s all madness. Guards, seize him—What is this?!”

Hearing her scream, Su Si couldn’t restrain himself and tried pushing the cellar door. The door he had previously pried open was now immovable, as if a mountain lay atop it.

Screams continued outside.

Oil seeped in, and the heat intensified. Su Si, running out of air, slashed at the crevice. His blade met something resilient before being grabbed. Struggling, he retrieved the blade, covered in green liquid.

Above, fire raged; below, toxic gas. Without air, everyone would suffocate.

Desperate, Su Si slammed against the cellar door. The hilt’s Mountain Ghost coin glistened blood-red in the firelight. As the flames grew and the air thinned, his vision blurred—

Crash.

The cellar door shattered, and warm air rushed in. Su Si gasped for breath. He looked up to see a round, straw figure.

Su Si almost lashed out with his knife.

“A’Si, it’s me!” a familiar voice called out.

Yan Qing, with immense strength and a hint of the Jianchen Temple’s prowess, slashed through the green tendrils. He fended off the flames, grabbing a Chigou follower and pressing him against his Sword of Compassion. The stone sword, heavy as a mountain, instantly crushed the cellar door.

Su Si quickly grabbed Yan Qing’s hand, pulling himself out of the cellar.

Judging from the buildings alone, they obviously reflect the style of the Chigou Sect. Yet in the sky, there were numerous thin threads swaying, forming a net, blocking all the flames and thick smoke inside. Outside the threads, the starry sky twinkled, creating a scene of dim tranquility. Hua Jingchun was struggling to deal with those threads, and even the assassins of the Red Scorpion Feet were trapped in place.

Wu Huai stood on the grass-like threads with the corner of his mouth sporting a torn wound. The wound, illuminated by the firelight, resembled a sinister smile. He stood still, watching everyone, with a clear hint of pity in his eyes.

Flames licked the threads, filling the air with a rich scent of grass and wood. By the looks of things, they were meant to burn everyone here alive.

…For a minor act of revenge, Wu Huai was making quite a spectacle.

Su Si thought to himself, but his hands didn’t hesitate. He immediately wielded his blade, cutting off the threads entangling Yan Qing. As he turned around, intending to pick up the money pouch he had just found and pull it into the basement, a flash of fire caught their attention, and the three of them stood still.

Xu Jingming stood blankly at the entrance of the basement with a complicated expression.

‘So that’s how it is,’ Su Si thought, gripping the hilt of his butcher knife.

According to the Immortal Assembly’s methods, Wu Huai was here to “deal with” the Chigou Sect. Letting it decline was one way, and getting an imperial relative killed within the sect was another.

The Chigou members in the Immortal Seeker’s Residence—each one of them was a defiant “thorn”. Keeping them around would only cause endless trouble. Dealing with them and Xu Jingming and then attracting Hua Jingchun would be perfect. Once Hua Jingchun and this group died, the most fiery members of Chigou would disappear. With Xu Jingming gone, Chigou would certainly be targeted by the imperial court and face its end.

Knowing he was no match for the Kushan Sect, Wu Huai deliberately excluded them from his plans. ‘What a strategy,’ Su Si thought angrily. The sect leader of the Kushan Sect was far away at the Fallen God Tower. By the time he realized something was wrong, his two subordinates would probably be as cold as dead.

Seemingly sensing Su Si’s anger, Wu Huai glanced at him. By his expression, he clearly didn’t regard the two subordinates of the Kushan Sect highly.

“Protector Hua, considering our past relationship, I let you taste the flavor of ‘victory’ for a day.” Wu Huai sighed. “Unfortunately… among the remaining eight Protectors, most are old. With the example of Matron Wuxue, some still know what’s best for them.”

“You bastard…”

“Just remove one plank of wood, and the bucket can’t hold water anymore. Do you think the next ‘Patriarch’ will make Chigou prosperous again? Going against heaven’s will is in vain.”

Hua Jingchun collapsed amidst the threads, her chest heaving in anger. Threads drilled into her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. Under the intense pain, she couldn’t speak much, only managing to spit out.

“Fuck the so-called heavenly will, and to hell with the Immortal Assembly.”

She took a deep breath, and a cluster of threads formed in front of her, resembling the “little jade figure” Wu Huai had vomited that day. It looked at her, its neck twisted at an unnatural angle.

This was a clear intention to kill.

With a cold laugh, Hua Jingchun seemed to activate something. A dazzling white light illuminated the area. Even though it was confined by the thread net, it still stunned the attacking threads.

“Members of the Kushan Sect, leave!” she shouted. “You don’t need to save anyone; just spread this shit out!”

Yan Qing didn’t think of escaping amidst the chaos. What surprised him was that Su Si was still there.

The anger on Su Si’s face gradually faded. He took a deep breath and shielded Yan Qing behind him. His facial features were naturally sharp and paired with a despondent expression, looking quite pitiable.

“Why involve us if you want to harm Chigou or resent Kushan?” he said mournfully. “We’re just servants. Even if we die a few times over, our sect leader won’t care. Please, let us go.”

Su Si pretended to beg, subtly moving closer. Hua Jingchun’s eyes blazed with fury. “Coward!”

“You saw those strange things. What if we can’t escape? Maybe you’re using us as bait to divert his attention!”

Su Si replied confidently. He made a few hand gestures behind his back to Yan Qing.

Wu Huai was momentarily distracted by their argument, and in that brief moment, Yan Qing swung his stone sword.

The sword’s wind tore apart countless threads. The wind directed Su Si, who, despite the pain, moved with it. Powered by the wind and his own momentum, he reached Wu Huai in an instant.

His butcher knife drew an arc in the air, cutting open Wu Huai’s throat.

“Grandpa is the true Young Patriarch,” Su Si said with a cold smile. “Now, taste the real Bone Sweeping Sword.”


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Escape From the Asylum Ch42

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 42

Zhou Qian and Chen Yangzhou arranged to have lunch together at noon and, incidentally, discussed various questions Zhou Qian wanted to ask.

At 11, Chen Yangzhou drove over, picked up Zhou Qian and Qi Liuxing, and left. Of course, he also returned the urn to Zhou Qian.

Spring Hill Mental Asylum implemented zone management. Both Zone 2 and Zone X had a prison-like nature, and the patients inside were under strict supervision. Especially in Zone X, entry and exit were strictly prohibited for anyone other than medical staff.

However, the management of Zone 1 was much more relaxed.

For someone with mild symptoms like Zhou Qian, with the doctor’s evaluation and the occasional leniency of the nurse, he could apply for the chance to leave.

This time the police came to take him away, making things even easier.

On the way to the restaurant, inside an SUV.

Zhou Qian and Qi Liuxing sat side by side in the back seat. Zhou Qian held an urn, occasionally glancing inside. The scene seemed eerily familiar.

The only difference was that this time, the driver wasn’t a rideshare driver, but the policeman Chen Yangzhou.

Before Zhou Qian could ask Chen Yangzhou in detail, he received a call.

He answered and heard the voice of Yun Xiangrong.

Guessing what news Yun Xiangrong might bring, Zhou Qian fell silent, frowning.

Yun Xiangrong said directly, “[Tick Tock Clock], I’ve returned it to Qi Liuxing. Also… Gao Shan passed away not long after last night. Car accident. He didn’t make it.”

Without responding, Yun Xiangrong continued, “I’m just letting you know. I know you’re not the type to genuinely console others. I didn’t expect you to say anything comforting.”

She then became more serious. “A man named ‘Priest’ came to see me, asking me to join the ‘Peach Blossom Legion’. Perhaps he’s the mastermind behind Gao Shan’s death.”

Zhou Qian’s tone also became serious. “Yun Xiangrong, I need to remind you. When we were in the instance, I didn’t have time to chat with you. Moreover, with the gambler watching, it wasn’t convenient. But now I have time, and I can tell you that I don’t agree with your choice. Do you know what you’re facing? Do you think they’d rashly trust you and really sever ties with me?”

Yun Xiangrong replied calmly, “But this is the only way I can get closer to them faster.”

Zhou Qian frowned. “Actually, Situ Qing isn’t inherently wicked. The reason she would kill…”

Glancing at Chen Yangzhou in front of him, Zhou Qian continued, “She killed that young boy in the game because she feared the group behind her. She’s afraid of terrible punishment. She’s terrified of revealing secrets about that group. A group that could force someone as inherently not bad as her to commit such acts—”

“Given this, [Priest] coming to you and even revealing the group’s name… What do you think his intentions are?”

“I know. He wants to use me. Maybe they think I’ve betrayed you and see me as someone malleable, someone they can use against you using my resentment for you.”

“But of course, there’s also the possibility that they guess I’m pretending, that I haven’t truly betrayed you. In this case, they can still use me. Use the fact that I can still contact you, use me against you. But regardless…”

Yun Xiangrong smirked. “I can use them back. I will get close to them. Whatever happens afterward, we’ll just adapt.”

“Before Shan Ge closed his eyes, he told me he wished you wouldn’t seek revenge,” Zhou Qian said. “I told him I couldn’t persuade you.”

Hearing this, Yun Xiangrong didn’t say anything. After a moment of silence, she hung up.

Zhou Qian slowly lowered the phone, watching it lock itself, but didn’t do anything else.

At that moment, sensing something, he looked forward and saw, through the rearview mirror, Chen Yangzhou’s questioning gaze.

Zhou Qian quickly adjusted his expression, then patted Qi Liuxing on the shoulder, gesturing for both of them to give Chen Yangzhou a goofy, rich-kid smile.

Then he said to the driver, “Officer Chen, don’t mind us. We were just talking about a game!”

“Well, your game sounds quite adolescent and seems pretty dramatic. What’s it called?”

Chen Yangzhou, nearing forty, seemed to have a grasp on younger generation lingo from the way he asked.

“Ugh, staying in the ward every day is so boring. Just playing around for fun.” Zhou Qian asked him, “What do you plan to treat us to?”

“We’re almost there. How about a roast duck restaurant?” Chen Yangzhou asked.

Zhou Qian’s face immediately showed distaste. “It better not be one of those fly-infested little diners. I won’t go.”

Chen Yangzhou shrugged. “I don’t earn much. Don’t expect me to live up to the lifestyle standards you’re used to.”

“We can treat you then!” Zhou Qian offered.

“I’m much older than you both. You could practically call me ‘uncle’,” Chen Yangzhou said, pressing on the accelerator. “Why would kids like you pay for the meal?”

“Uncle? Well, that might be a stretch.” Zhou Qian laughed. “You’re not even 40 yet.”

“Still, I’m sort of friends with your father. We are of the same generation.” Chen Yangzhou glanced at Zhou Qian through the rearview mirror. “What game were you guys talking about earlier?”

“Just some online games, mostly about cultivation and stuff. Why?” Zhou Qian inquired.

Chen Yangzhou shook his head, speaking with a hint of nostalgia. “It’s just that… I remember your dad being quite addicted to games. He would often hide with his phone for hours.”

“I’ve always wondered if his bankruptcy had anything to do with gaming. I hope he wasn’t involved in gambling games. Zhou Qian, learn from his mistakes. Don’t gamble.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qian was genuinely surprised. His expression grew stern, and his eyes became deep and thoughtful.

After a while, Zhou Qian interrupted Chen Yangzhou’s words of caution, “How did you get to know my dad?”

Chen Yangzhou signaled a turn and drove to another lane. “An employee at your dad’s company committed suicide. It didn’t seem like the guy had any reason to kill himself. I was suspicious and often visited your dad’s company to interview the employees. This is how I got close to your father.”

“Your dad is a good person, very cooperative, and he didn’t blame me for interrupting his work. Later on… he would occasionally invite me for meals and such. We’re not very close, but you could say we’re friends. So, treating you to a meal is really the least I can do. Hmm, let me think… Oh right, we were talking about games—”

“Didn’t your dad frequently invite me for meals? But I noticed that many times he would take his phone and lock himself in the bathroom, staying in there for several hours without coming out. When I asked him what was going on, he said he was playing a game… See, games can be harmful. One shouldn’t get addicted!”

In Zhou Qian’s view, the people his father associated with weren’t trustworthy. He had never taken an interest in his father’s social circle, let alone knowing his connection with Chen Yangzhou.

From Chen Yangzhou’s words, Zhou Qian started to have strong suspicions. Could it be possible that his father, Zhou Chongshan, was involved in this game?

Chen Yangzhou mentioned his dad hiding in the restroom with his phone. It seemed that if Zhou Chongshan was really connected to this game, he was more of a gambler than a player.

At least from what Chen Yangzhou had observed, Zhou Chongshan seemed to take on the role of a gambler.

If Zhou Chongshan indeed had deep ties to the game, then his association with a police officer like Chen Yangzhou makes sense.

Police investigate cases, and players who lose in the game die in real life. If Zhou Chongshan was close to Chen Yangzhou, he could glean a lot of information.

Zhou Qian didn’t doubt that the so-called “suicidal” employee from Zhou Chongshan’s company might have had ties to the game and possibly even to Zhou Chongshan himself. Zhou Chongshan’s motive for getting close to Chen Yangzhou now seemed apparent—he was afraid Chen Yangzhou would uncover the true secret behind the employee’s death.

Externally, Zhou Qian kept his composure, just holding the urn tighter and looking down at it. Every day, many people die. But which of these deaths were natural and which involved some supernatural force?

Now, Zhou Qian realized that his father’s death might not have been so simple.

A certain intuition, whose origin even he was unaware of, could it be true?

After all, if there was someone in this world who would help him unconditionally…

In Zhou Qian’s view, that person could only be Bai Zhou.

“What’s wrong?” Chen Yangzhou asked, noticing Zhou Qian’s silence. “Are you okay?”

Zhou Qian shook his head and continued, “So, what was the final verdict on that suicidal employee?”

“No choice. All evidence pointed to suicide. At the time of the incident, he was locked inside his own house with windows shut tight. Elevator surveillance even showed no one visited his floor when it happened.” Chen Yangzhou sighed. “I had to close the case as a suicide.”

“So… did he have a mental illness?” Zhou Qian asked.

Chen Yangzhou countered, “Why do you ask?”

Zhou Qian replied, “Based on what you just said, he must have committed suicide. Could he possibly have had depression or something similar?”

“He doesn’t have depression. As far as I know, he doesn’t have any other mental health issues either,” Chen Yangzhou said. “That’s why I said he shouldn’t have any possibility of committing suicide. But the fact is… all the evidence points to suicide. Haa, who knows what really happened.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qian exchanged a glance with Qi Liuxing, both of them falling into a brief silence. What Zhou Qian was pondering was: his father was likely a gambler, and the employee who “committed suicide” was probably a player who failed to clear a level in a game and consequently died in real life. From the information Zhou Qian had gathered, whether genuinely ill or not, players seem to have some association with mental hospitals.

So why did this particular employee have no mental issues?

To avoid arousing Chen Yangzhou’s suspicions, Zhou Qian didn’t probe further but used his phone to search for more information about Yu Xian.

Yu Xian was murdered in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, and the killer was Zhu Qiang.

Yu Xian and Zhu Qiang, Zhou Qian had just met them both through the game interface not long ago. By game time, this incident took place three days ago, but in real-time, it happened yesterday. In such a short span…

Yu Xian was indeed killed by Zhu Qiang. It seemed he didn’t heed Zhou Qian’s warning to flee.

But what awaited Zhu Qiang?

Would he be simply arrested as the murderer… or did he have a way to escape?

Zhou Qian’s gaze temporarily left his phone, taking a brief glance ahead. Despite a murder occurring yesterday, Chen Yangzhou could still dine with him, indicating that the incident probably wasn’t within his jurisdiction.

Thus, Zhou Qian decided not to ask further.

If the game involved supernatural entities and if Zhou Chongshan and his employee died because of it, then the game’s arrival in this world was earlier than Zhou Qian had imagined.

After all these years, the game’s secrets had remained hidden. Thus, the system behind the game, or its designers, likely didn’t want humans to uncover its truths.

Given Chen Yangzhou’s sensitive position, he might be a target closely monitored by the game system.

He was a decent man, and Zhou Qian didn’t want to cause him unwarranted trouble. So, he decided not to bring up the subject again.

Aside from inquiring about Bai Zhou, Zhou Qian resolved not to ask Chen Yangzhou anything further. It wasn’t necessary to involve him.

……

On the way to the restaurant, Zhou Qian managed to glean some unexpected information from Chen Yangzhou. As for Bai Zhou, he’d have to wait until they were seated to properly inquire.

Zhou Qian realized the place Chen Yangzhou brought him to was quite shabby. The restaurant was tiny, with only five tables. Cleanliness and ambiance would score zero, and even the furniture appeared greasy.

But Qi Liuxing, who wasn’t on the same page as Zhou Qian, commented upon entering, “The aroma of the roast duck is wonderful! I’d love to taste how good it is.”

“Yes,” Chen Yangzhou agreed. “These ducks are free-range from the countryside and have absolutely no hormones. The chef here has excellent technique. There’s no other place like this in our city. Ah, my wife…”

“Ahem, she never lets me eat this. Today is finally a chance to feast on duck.”

Considering Chen Yangzhou’s statements, Zhou Qian, although uneasy, sat down. With a requesting demeanor, he looked earnestly at Chen Yangzhou. “So, Officer Chen—”

Before Zhou Qian could finish, Qi Liuxing interrupted. “Are you sure… you want to eat while holding an urn?”

Zhou Qian’s fierce gaze darted over. “My friend has been lying underground for years. Can’t I let him experience the… the unique aroma of this city’s roast duck?”

The restaurant owner, serving appetizers, paused upon hearing this, then pretending not to hear, quickly placed the dishes and scurried away.

However, Chen Yangzhou, being an experienced detective, had weathered many storms over the years. Given that he knew about Zhou Qian’s mental issues, his expression remained unchanged, and he was extremely calm, showing not a hint of surprise.

When Zhou Qian turned his head back to look at Chen Yangzhou, his face immediately softened. “So, what exactly is going on with my classmate, Bai Zhou?”

Chen Yangzhou was worried about triggering Zhou Qian’s emotions, so he said in a very gentle tone, “Based on some bone residues that were not completely burned, it seems they are human bones for sure, but other details can’t be discerned. After all, DNA is organic, and once it’s burnt, it’s impossible to conduct further tests.”

Zhou Qian frowned.

Chen Yangzhou then asked him, “Why do you think these aren’t Bai Zhou’s ashes?”

“He appeared in my dream, telling me he wasn’t dead.” Zhou Qian’s gaze was pure and innocent. At this moment, his expression clearly indicated one thing: he’s asking these questions because he suffers from a mental disorder.

So, Chen Yangzhou just sighed deeply.

Zhou Qian quickly asked, “Did you find out anything else for me? Like how he died?”

“Oh. I did ask around for you. He died of illness,” said Chen Yangzhou.

“Illness?” Zhou Qian’s brows furrowed. “What illness?”

ALS*,” Chen Yangzhou replied. “You might have heard of it, also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease or motor neuron disease.”

*Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis is a rare neurodegenerative disease that results in the progressive loss of motor neurons that control voluntary muscles. Motor neuron loss continues until the abilities to eat, speak, move, or, lastly, breathe are lost. There is no known cure.

“I’ve heard of it. Stephen Hawking had it, right?” Zhou Qian was momentarily stunned.

Chen Yangzhou continued, “Yes. It’s said that the disease often strikes those older than 30. For your classmate to get it at 16 or 17 is quite rare.”

Zhou Qian, slightly taken aback, didn’t respond.

He immediately pulled out his phone to search for the symptoms of the disease.

From what Zhou Qian found, those with the disease initially feel easily fatigued, experience sudden weakness, or have uncoordinated movements. But in its later stages, the whole body’s muscles atrophy, swallowing becomes difficult… until they die in endless pain.

At that moment, the restaurant’s owner brought over the roast duck, loudly announcing something about giving them some duck liver as a treat.

Qi Liuxing seemed to notice something was amiss and gently called Zhou Qian’s name.

Chen Yangzhou began to elaborate on how to eat different parts of the duck…

Voices overlapped, and the clear sound of chopping from the kitchen echoed. But Zhou Qian paid no attention. Before his eyes, the memory of a high school ping pong match emerged.

During the finals, surrounded by cheering classmates, Zhou Qian gripped his paddle, looking intently at Bai Zhou across the table. This match meant a lot to him. He felt he had to best Bai Zhou in some way.

It was Bai Zhou’s turn to serve. His serving technique was always impeccable, making it extremely difficult to return. But that time, as Bai Zhou tossed the ball with his left hand, preparing to hit it with his right, his right hand suddenly dropped, missing the ball… a service error.

Then, Zhou Qian slammed the ball, and Bai Zhou had to return it with a backhand. Zhou Qian’s shot was a bit off, not landing in a tricky position. Bai Zhou should’ve been able to hit it, but Zhou Qian clearly saw Bai Zhou’s hand tremble, and the ball missed the table and fell to the ground.

Zhou Qian couldn’t hear the cheers or questions from the surrounding students. All he heard was the diminishing “thump, thump” of the ball hitting the ground. And what he missed at that time but recalled now was Bai Zhou’s momentary daze and lost expression while holding the paddle.

The scene changed, taking Zhou Qian to a pathway on the way home from school. Yellow leaves were falling, and the sound of the ping pong ball echoed.

Zhou Qian saw himself gripping Bai Zhou’s collar, asking fiercely, “Why did you let me win on purpose?”

In that moment, was Bai Zhou’s gaze as calm as Zhou Qian thought? In the dim light, in the corners not lit by streetlights… Did his eyes reveal something Zhou Qian missed?

“Zhou Qian, are you okay?!”

Following that loud shout, Zhou Qian felt two strong pats on his shoulders.

He looked up to see two worried faces—Qi Liuxing and Chen Yangzhou.

“I’m fine.” Zhou Qian’s voice was slightly dry. He asked Chen Yangzhou, “Bai Zhou fell ill. And then?”

“Oh… Bai Zhou…” Chen Yangzhou took a few more looks at Zhou Qian. After sitting down again, he picked up a duck leg and began to gnaw on it, continuing, “Bai Zhou was in the Municipal People’s Hospital at the time. My cousin is a doctor there. He said he remembered Bai Zhou. Because the kid was exceptionally handsome and reportedly excelled both in character and learning. My cousin still feels it’s such a pity; he remembers him vividly. He said Bai Zhou did die, although…”

Zhou Qian picked up on something. “Although what? Tell me the exact words of the doctor.”

Chen Yangzhou replied, “Although his condition worsened faster than expected, he indeed died in the end.”

……

That afternoon. Spring Hill Mental Asylum, Zone 1, Public Rest Area.

Qi Liuxing began his lookout duties again.

Because Zhou Qian was sitting in a tree with the ashes in one hand and binoculars in the other.

“Aren’t we supposed to go and bury him? Why are you still holding onto his ashes?” Qi Liuxing, sitting under the tree, couldn’t help but ask. “I paid for that tombstone too! We can’t waste it!”

Zhou Qian just looked at the opposite Zone X and said lightly, “I thought about it. There’s no need to bury. The graveyard management is so messy.”

Qi Liuxing: “So…?”

Zhou Qian: “Just keep it in our ward. You won’t mind, right?”

Qi Liuxing: “How do you know I won’t mind?”

Zhou Qian: “Your brother is staying with us, and I don’t mind.”

Qi Liuxing: “…………”

“So, what are you doing now? Where are we going next?”

“I’m waiting… for [137] to take me as a disciple.”


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Qizi Ch42

Author: 易修罗 / Yi Xiu Luo

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


Chapter 42

When Ling Xiao said this, his expression was extraordinarily melancholic. For a split second, Ying Feng never wanted to know the truth inside that box.

What he didn’t know was that just yesterday, Ling Xiao had the idea to destroy the contents of the box. Yet, Ying Feng’s actions today in defending him dispelled that thought. Agreeing to let Ying Feng open it after his death was the greatest concession he could make. Still, even then, Ying Feng would probably think it was just a pile of worthless junk inside.

Then, he saw Ying Feng pull out a dagger from his chest. Due to this action, his eyes widened in shock.

“Just to see what’s inside, you’re so eager to kill me?”

Upon hearing this, the corner of Ying Feng’s eyes twitched. He then handed the dagger to Ling Xiao, hilt-first, with a cold expression.

Ling Xiao stared intently for a while, finally realizing Ying Feng’s intention.

He tentatively took it, half-doubting. “For me?”

Ying Feng didn’t deny.

“Mine…”

“It broke when fighting the Kui.”

Only then did Ling Xiao remember. With all the unexpected events happening lately, such trivial matters had been pushed to the back of his mind.

Realizing his misunderstanding, Ling Xiao shyly lowered his head under the pretense of inspecting the dagger. He then noticed the pattern engraved on it. After closely identifying it, he realized it was a depiction of the Kui.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“Kui,” Ying Feng succinctly replied.

“I know it’s Kui… I’m asking why is it Kui?”

“Just a memento.”

Because of the Kui, both their life trajectories had changed. Whether they liked it or not, the Kui had intertwined their paths. So, when the shopkeeper asked what to engrave, the first thing he thought of was the Kui.

Ling Xiao hesitated. Under these circumstances, he should say thank you. But thinking of the recent events and all that Ying Feng had done, he couldn’t bring himself to utter those words. As he grappled with his emotions, Ying Feng sat down to read a book borrowed from the library.

Ling Xiao knew that Ying Feng didn’t expect a thank you, just as he didn’t expect an apology for the other day. The room was silent except for the rustling sound of pages turning. Ling Xiao never knew that Ying Feng was such a studious person. Unfortunately, with his back turned, Ling Xiao couldn’t see the book’s cover or its contents.

Feeling the atmosphere was too stifling, Ling Xiao moved to leave. As he opened the door, Ying Feng, without turning his head, asked, “Where are you going?”

The words “none of your business” circled in Ling Xiao’s throat but eventually came out as a muffled, “Going to eat.”

This time, Ying Feng didn’t stop him. Ling Xiao used the secondary card that Ying Feng had given him to pay in the cafeteria. The balance was considerably higher than the previous day. He wasn’t good at math, so he struggled to figure out how much extra was added, which seemed more complex than simply doubling the allowance.

“Hey, you’re back.” The cafeteria worker greeted cheerfully upon seeing him. “Going for the most expensive meal again?”

Ling Xiao smiled embarrassedly. “Just the nutritious meal, please.”

“You look much better than yesterday,” the worker remarked. “Yesterday you looked as if you hadn’t eaten in days. If you don’t nourish yourself well during your growth period, you might not grow tall.”

Ling Xiao thanked him for his concern and found a spot to enjoy his meal.

……

Back in the dorm, Ying Feng alone opened the first book he borrowed, flipping directly to the chapter he was interested in, reading it carefully.

—The fluid of a Qizhu, based on the Qizhu’s intentions or the needs of the Qizi, has varying effects on the Qizi, with each fluid having a specific function.

Below are examples:

—Blood: Enhances combat power, provides nutrients, invigorates, and can delay death in critical situations, mainly for strengthening.

—Saliva: Calms pain, detoxifies, hypnotizes, numbs, and can mildly alleviate negative emotions of the Qizi, mainly for suppression.

—Semen: Causes hallucinogenic effects, unusual excitement, similar to how drugs affect other races, easily addictive.

Ying Feng recalled the events of the previous night, confirming that he had no intention of seducing Ling Xiao at all, because he didn’t even know that blood had such an effect.

According to the book, the triggering conditions were one, the thoughts of the Qizhu, and two, the needs of the Qizi. This meant that Ling Xiao’s reaction was actually caused by the subconscious needs of the body.

If this guess was correct, then the rumors from the logistics staff weren’t rumors, but facts. The combination was the best way to safely pass the danger period, but what was the reason?

Setting aside this doubt for the moment, he turned to the next chapter of concern, which was an explanation of mental damage:

—If the negative emotions triggered by hormones are not fully appeased during the disorder/danger period, these negative emotions will linger in the subconscious of the Qizi, causing lifelong mental damage.

—Mental injuries can be categorized as mild, moderate, or severe, corresponding to the time the Qizi can live independently from the Qizhu. A mentally fully developed Qizi will not be affected even if separated from the Qizhu, but a mildly mentally damaged Qizi will gradually develop symptoms such as anxiety, restlessness, and insomnia after leaving the Qizhu for a month. As time goes on, the symptoms will gradually deepen until they reach the level of danger.

—The separation period that can be accepted for moderate severity is about half of the mild, and those with severe mental injuries cannot leave their own Qizhu for even one day. Otherwise, they will not be able to sleep normally and can only rely on drugs for sleep.

Ying Feng’s brows became more and more furrowed, and by the last line, he simply closed the book and set off to find Yao Tai.

When Ling Xiao finished eating and came out, he happened to see Ying Feng passing by. He looked so solemn that he didn’t even notice himself not far away, which aroused Ling Xiao’s curiosity. Without being noticed, he secretly followed and came to the medical building with Ying Feng.

When Yao Tai saw Ying Feng, the first thing she thought of was a problem with Ling Xiao, “What happened to Ling Xiao again?”

“He’s much better than yesterday.” But Ying Feng wanted to talk about something else. “You said he had mild mental damage. Does this mean the two must live together forever? As long as they are separated, will the Qizi’s mind have problems?”

“What kind of answer do you want to hear?” Yao Tai countered. “Didn’t you disdain it the first time I told you? In theory, yes. But in practice, no pair of Qizhu and Qizi live separately. All spouses live together, and the so-called separation is only temporary, such as going out to fight. Unless you join the military in the future and fight on alien planets, then you need to consider having a mentally damaged Qizi at home.”

“Is this damage really impossible to heal?” Ying Feng pressed.

“It’s impossible to heal, but it’s easy to get worse. If you neglect it like before, it’s only a matter of time before it develops into a moderate or even more serious level. Now you have no other way, you can only control it.” Yao Tai paused. “You should be grateful that Ling Xiao doesn’t know about this yet. His danger period is not over. To keep in a good mood, you must not stimulate his emotions. After this period is stable, you can slowly tell him the truth.”

Ling Xiao, hiding outside and hearing every word between the two clearly, covered his mouth tightly. He originally thought that as long as he gritted his teeth and persevered for a few years, he could fly freely. It wasn’t until this moment that he realized how wishful his thinking was. Invisible shackles had already chained him, yet he naively believed freedom would come.

He couldn’t hear what the two inside were saying anymore, and he left in a daze, coming to a place that haunted his memories. Lan Sheng jumped down here, and from that day, Ping Zong left them forever. It seemed that from that moment, the luck of his life had come to an end.

He lost his best friend, freedom, dignity, everything. He had nothing left.

He sat where Lan Sheng had once jumped, looking at the scenery he had seen. The ground was so distant, yet the clouds were within reach.

Never before had Ling Xiao felt so defeated—he had sworn to become a Qizhu but ended up someone else’s Qizi; he thought he could make it through the tumultuous period with effort, but in the end relied on Ying Feng’s power; he once thought he could live strong alone, but even this right was taken away. He would have to live his life attached to another person, and only death could bring true relief.

“Lan Sheng,” he muttered to himself. “We promised to see each other again, but I didn’t want our meeting place to be the disease control center. I’ve always insisted on waiting for you outside, but if I have to rely on the mercy of others just to survive, is such persistence really worth it?”

“Do you know, even after what happened last night, I initiated it. I have lost face my whole life, and in front of him, I have none left to lose. When he’s cruel to me, I feel it’s brutal. When he’s good to me, I feel it’s charity. No matter what he does, I can’t face him. I used to have the motivation to leave, but now even that is gone.”

“Lan Sheng, if you and Ping Zong were still here, would you encourage me to go on? Or to give up?”

Sadly, neither Lan Sheng nor Ping Zong could answer.

“Ling Xiao!” A voice roared with anger. Ling Xiao turned around to see a familiar scene. It must have been the same view Lan Sheng saw when he stood there, except that Ping Zong would no longer appear at the door, and their roles had been reversed.

Ling Xiao saw the expressions on Ying Feng and Yao Tai’s faces and knew they had misunderstood. Not wanting them to think he was giving up on life, he pushed off the wall, intending to jump back over it. However, his hand slipped, and he accidentally fell.

Is this a joke? I wasn’t planning to die.

His body lost its balance. Ying Feng’s face disappeared bit by bit behind the wall. Ling Xiao could clearly see the shock in Ying Feng’s eyes. So, even Ying Feng could make such an expression.

Ling Xiao wondered, ‘Would Ying Feng feel even a little sad if I died?’

Suddenly, a force gripped him, stopping his fall. Looking up, he saw Ying Feng dangling in mid-air, one hand on the wall and the other clutching the corner of his sleeve. Despite Ying Feng’s strength, he couldn’t pull him up with just that grip. Ling Xiao felt himself slipping.

Ling Xiao hadn’t expected Ying Feng to try to save him. Actually, upon reflection, Ying Feng had always been good to him: buying him bread, comforting him during tough nights, taking him to escape during danger, and facing death alone—all because they were classmates, not because he was a Qizi.

Why couldn’t they just be classmates?

Due to exertion, Ying Feng’s hand started shaking uncontrollably. Ling Xiao wanted to help, but as he tried to raise his free hand, it froze. He remembered Lan Sheng, who was once gripped by Ying Feng in the same manner and chose to pull out a dagger to cut his own sleeve and fall. He suddenly understood why Ying Feng restricted his movements: had Ping Zong been able to control Lan Sheng, he wouldn’t have cut his sleeve, and Ping Zong wouldn’t have died.

However, in that moment, Ling Xiao felt utter despair. Whether to hold onto Ying Feng or to pull out the dagger, whether to live or die, was not his decision. From the moment the Kui appeared, his fate was sealed. It was his delusion to prolong his life, but now he had to pay the price.

What he truly desired deep down was freedom. All past stubbornness suddenly became meaningless, and his attachment to life disappeared. He hoped in the next life, whether as a Qizhu or Qizi, he would find a mutual love.

Lan Sheng, it’s a pity I can’t fulfill our promise.

Ping Zong, I wonder if I’ll get a chance to sleep beside you in the base.

Ying Feng, what I’m most grateful for are the words that never left my lips, forever remaining in my heart.

With no distractions, Ling Xiao closed his eyes, calmly facing the end of his life.


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