Full Server First Kill Ch32

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 32: You Need Me

Late at night, in the hunter’s cabin.

The flames in the fireplace crackled, licking the logs and bringing out the unique, cool aroma of pine. The old hunter went on his usual night patrol with his crossbow. He typically patrolled from 9 p.m. to 2 a.m., always bringing back pheasants and rabbits—of course, he never shared his game.

Now, only Nol and Teest remained in the hunter’s cabin. After guessing the existence of the “archive”, the cozy cabin acquired a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

Teest sat cross-legged in front of the fireplace, casually throwing pinecones into the fire. The flames danced wildly over the pinecones, and the crackling became more intense.

It was their fifth night in the cabin.

The burly man hadn’t shown himself since his defeat. The team of four had split up. The married couple secretly looked for the burly man while Teest and Nol searched for the white wolf. Days passed with no results. Nol had encountered the shadow wolf a few times, but luckily, they always managed to escape.

As the days went by, the mood didn’t lighten. Surviving fourteen days would complete the mission, and the Eternal Church surely wouldn’t sit idly by. The burly man must be plotting something.

Nol spoke less and often stared into a corner, lost in thought. He barely ate and only pretended to eat when the old hunter was present. He also didn’t sleep at night. When Teest and the old hunter went to sleep, he’d get up to craft his magic.

‘Such a peculiar situation,’ Teest thought. Although Nol was unharmed, he seemed drained, as if some vital force was continuously being sapped from him.

Now, Nol sat silently, looking at the flames, but not as if he were really seeing them. His eyes looked as though they had been replaced by a puppet witch, beautiful but with a deadened hue.

“I think the old hunter will be fine. You don’t need to worry about your neighbors.” Teest adjusted the burning logs with tongs. “The Eternalist surely doesn’t want us to know about the ‘archive’, so he has no reason to harm the hunter.”

“I know,” Nol whispered.

Teest continued, “That couple is interesting. Are all you folks from another world like that? I mean, they seem more like comrades than spouses.”

Nol finally looked at him. “A good spouse is always a good comrade… but not everyone’s the same. My parents, for example…”

Teest stopped fiddling with the tongs, making the room go silent.

“…are different,” Nol continued, seemingly unable to stand the silence. “They are reserved, not expressive. But they never missed an anniversary. They’d always buy a cake, even taking time off work.”

“That’s nice.” Teest smiled. “In my family, whenever they got the chance, my parents would act all lovey-dovey, always together, completely disregarding how their child felt.”

The fire illuminated the room, reflecting Teest’s bright and genuinely sincere smile.

Perhaps touched by this sincerity, Nol continued without thinking, “I was always busy with work and didn’t get to see them often. They never complained… I’m their only child; I should’ve spent more time with them. Even if I couldn’t visit, I should’ve called more often… I…”

“So you hope this world is an illusion,” Teest whispered. “That way, you could just wake up from this nightmare and return to your family, right?”

Nol didn’t reply.

Teest set down the tongs, shifting on the fur rug to sit next to Nol.

“I don’t really understand your ‘game company’ that you talk about. But I guess you have a stronger connection to this world than others,” he said with a smile. “You said you know more, and those who know more always carry a heavier burden… especially kind-hearted people like you. You feel guilty towards those who remain in the dark.”

“Guilt?” Nol mused.

Teest grabbed Nol’s cold hand, holding it firmly. Nol just watched him silently, the same way he watched the flames earlier.

“Yes, you feel guilty towards your compatriots and this world.” Teest tightened his grip. “But you don’t need to feel that way for me—I don’t need you to bring me home, relieve my pain, or guide my way.”

His voice softened, sounding almost seductive, like the devil tempting a mortal.

“I am the sinner of this world. No matter what you’ve done, I have no right to judge you… You don’t owe me anything, okay?”

Nol twitched his lips, showing a smile that was almost not a smile. “Are you tempting me, Teest? Trying to make me dependent on you mentally?”

“Hey, then you’ve misunderstood me.” Teest released Nol’s hand. He pointed two fingers at the hollow of Nol’s neck, precisely at the artery. “I swear I’m not hinting at anything. This is pretty clear, honey.”

“…Go on,” Nol said. He grabbed Teest’s wrist and, a moment later, released it as if scalded.

Teest withdrew his hand, his smile growing sweeter. “I want your knowledge, your wisdom. You need me too—to maintain sanity, one must have room to breathe.”

“I am your only respite.”

While speaking, Teest’s gaze shifted downwards. It gently slid over Nol’s collarbone, chest, and waist, eventually resting on a small letter opener in Nol’s pocket.

Teest stared at the dark fabric, his voice sticky and intimate, like a lover’s whisper. “I know you’re smart, so it wouldn’t be strange for you to leave me at any time. I just hope I can stay by your side longer…”

Nol didn’t respond.

“…I can’t hurt you; I can protect you, so you’re not alone. Other than life, loyalty, and love, I can give you everything you want.” Teest looked into Nol’s eyes, sounding almost tender.

‘Well,’ Nol thought, ‘at least this Mad Monk is straightforward.’

Nol doubted that the Mad Monk understood “love and loyalty”. But then again, Nol really didn’t have the energy to nurture friendship anymore, especially with this unpredictable lunatic.

Being overtly kind was a form of burning out, and he was close to being extinguished.

Teest might be right; they needed a simpler, more brutal, and more practical relationship.

Nol knew that Teest was tempting him, but he did need someone—someone to relieve him of the guilt he felt. Otherwise, in time, his sanity would be consumed by accumulated emotions.

Time flowed leisurely. Teest waited silently with a smile, awaiting Nol’s response.

“You want to maintain the engagement, and then we use each other,” Nol summarized. “It’s a deal, right?”

“Yes, yes,” Teest said happily. “To show sincerity, I’m willing to throw in a bonus. Honey, what can I do for you? Hunt polar bears, catch the shadow wolf, or—”

“Hug me,” Nol said.

“…What?”

“I want a hug,” Nol calmly repeated. “Just a hug, until I say ‘stop’.”

Teest was silent, staring at Nol for a full half-minute before finally opening his arms and gently embracing him.

‘So warm, suffocatingly warm,’ Nol thought.

He buried his face in Teest’s neck, holding onto that silver hair as if it were a lifeline. He felt the heartbeat, the rhythm of breathing, the warmth. From Teest’s neck, he caught a faint scent—the sweet, bloody scent of a monster’s blood, mixed with Teest’s own.

It was a sense of ironic reassurance.

Teest felt the dampness on his shoulder, which he guessed was probably tears. But Nol’s body didn’t tremble due to sobbing; he was still and cold, as always.

After a moment’s hesitation, Teest lifted his hand and gently held the back of Nol’s head, running his fingers through Nol’s silky hair, patting his back.

That letter opener was still in Nol’s pocket, and Teest knew it. It was so close, and Nol was defenseless. Maybe he should take it… always being in control. That was the Mad Monk’s rule.

Technically, this wouldn’t breach their deal, he thought absentmindedly. Nol had already agreed to the engagement.

But just now, looking straight at him, Nol’s eyes were faintly alight with that blue fire. Teest really liked their color.

After some consideration, Teest just sighed. He lifted his other hand and wrapped it around Nol’s waist. After that, he did nothing and said nothing.

Nol never said “stop”.

The lich’s breath became fainter and quieter, and Nol fell asleep just like that.

In this regard, Teest wasn’t too surprised. Nol had been tense non-stop for so many days; it was time to relax a bit.

Teest carefully let go of his embrace, pondered for a few seconds, and moved the pillow next to the fireplace. It was warmer there, and Nol didn’t feel as cold to the touch. After some brief adjustments, the two of them lay next to the fireplace.

As for the old hunter’s goodwill… no matter. Anyway, deducting points from zero was still zero.

“Goodnight, Nol.” Teest yawned and muttered quietly.

……

“No good. I still can’t smell anything. That burly guy must have specifically masked his scent.” Dr. Zhu, supporting Officer Luo on her shoulder, moved through the snow.

Rosen’s head constantly scanned from side to side, wary that the shadow wolf could jump out at any moment.

“We can only search slowly. Tailing is always this tedious,” Officer Luo said in a low voice while fidgeting with the wolfkin’s ears.

Julie twitched her ears. “Mm, if we can’t find it by 2, we’ll go to sleep.”

In this godforsaken place, it was essential to keep up one’s strength. They were different from real players. If they messed up at a critical moment, they might not get another chance. To keep themselves awake and alert, the two would chat from time to time.

“Do you have any impression of that Xu Yue?” Rosen suddenly asked.

Julie shook her head. “The neighbors who I have relationships with are families with old and young. But now that you mention it… Xu Yue once spoke in the homeowner group chat. He changed his username from the unit number to his real name. I remember him quite clearly.”

“Eh, I don’t pay much attention to that homeowner group,” Rosen replied.

“Why? Do you think he’s suspicious?”

“It’s not exactly that he’s suspicious, but generally speaking, ordinary people wouldn’t think of using living people as human shields,” Officer Luo said. “I know game players can have some quirky tactics, but this isn’t a simple game. Thinking of such a strategy already feels a bit…”

He inhaled sharply, changing the subject. “I’m more concerned about Teest. There’s something off about him. With that look in his eyes, I’m sure I’m not mistaken—that kid doesn’t even bother pretending in front of me.”

‘Indeed,’ Julie thought resignedly. In many ways, Officer Luo couldn’t influence Teest.

“You think he might have a bad influence on Xu Yue?” Dr. Zhu guessed.

“Yes, in a place like this, people’s moral standards can easily waver.”

Rosen smiled wryly. “Xu Yue is an outsider. I don’t know what he’s seen, but his mental state clearly isn’t right—he’s under too much stress. If this continues, he’ll break down.”

“Well, Xu Yue’s sense of justice is too strong. If he were only looking out for himself, he could hide in the hunter’s cabin for two weeks without searching for the white wolf. Think about it; the shadow wolf can’t get in, and that evil cult player probably can’t beat them.”

Dr. Zhu said, “In the end, he didn’t need to care about us… Maybe he feels responsible because he works at that game company.”

Officer Luo laughed. “What I can’t stand the most is this. Good people always have a harder life than the wicked.”

“If you have no objections, once we clear this instance, we can invite Xu Yue to join us. But first, we need to find that cult player. Actually… Shh!”

Julie suddenly stopped, crouching down and alertly turning in a certain direction. Rosen nodded, threw a few concealment spells around, and readied an attack spell in his hand.

Both of them carefully moved through the darkness towards the depths of the forest.

The skies in the instance were always gloomy. There was no sun during the day and no moonlight at night. Thick clouds continuously poured snow towards the ground, but strangely, the snow accumulation remained at a consistent depth.

Julie stepped over the thick snow crust, and through the darkness, she saw the source of the scent—

The old hunter stood deep in the forest with a crossbow in his left hand and a bag of herbs in his right. The scent from the herb bag was pungent, identical to the smell of Nol’s snow boots.

About ten steps away from him, a white wolf stood quietly.

It was a beautiful wolf with golden eyes and fluffy white fur that seemed to shimmer. It gracefully stood on the snow, looking like a winter forest sprite.

At that moment, it tilted its head, gazing at the old hunter nearby.

The white wolf seemed to ponder something for a few seconds, and then it made its move—lowering its body, it lunged at the hunter.

Julie instinctively wanted to rush to help but was held back by Rosen.

“Something’s off,” she said.

As she spoke, the white wolf had already reached the old hunter. It panted and nuzzled against him affectionately, its tail wagging nonstop.

“You idiot! You idiot!” The old hunter crouched down slightly, vigorously rubbing its head. “Didn’t I tell you to stay away from this scent? Not even if I’m here. Listen—not even if I’m here!”

The white wolf seemed not to hear, only affectionately licking the old hunter’s face. Its teeth were severely worn out, showing its age.

The hunter picked a clean rock and took out some processed wild chicken and deer innards from his backpack. He carefully laid them on the rock. “Eat… Come on, eat. Eat more.”

The white wolf took the clean piece of chicken, dragging it in front of the old hunter, and then hopped to the side of the innards, munching eagerly. Its tail wagged gently the entire time, looking extremely happy.

The old hunter just watched. He held up the piece of chicken while his expression gradually shifted from tender to sorrowful. There seemed to be some tiny reflections in the hunter’s eyes, but Julie couldn’t see clearly—in this freezing winter night, tears wouldn’t flow.

Having eaten its fill, the white wolf joyfully rolled around in the snow. It cleaned its claws and mouth with the snow, then went back to the old hunter, affectionately rubbing against his leg and even attempting to stand up and pounce into his arms.

“My friend…”

The hunter caressed the warm fur of the white wolf, his voice trembling a bit.

“I can’t hurt them. I can’t even hide my true thoughts from them. This is my fate… Even if I could tell a single lie—do something against my will just once—you have no idea how much I wish I could keep them in the cabin, hold out to the very end… Now they’re searching everywhere for you. I feel like I’m about to get you killed, my friend…”

The old hunter slightly bent down, hugging the white wolf’s head. He hugged with much force and sheer desperation.

It seemed the white wolf sensed his sorrow, and it calmed down, allowing the hunter to hold it quietly. Gradually, the old hunter’s back began to tremble. The white wolf turned its head and gently licked his face.

Its tail kept wagging gently.


The author has something to say:

In this chapter, the two completely broke the line of friendship development. You know what’s left to develop, right? (said in a suggestive tone)


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Sendoff Ch82

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 82: Reunion

The pain of addiction was as agonizing as the torture of skinning.

The young Shi Jingzhi closed his eyes. Silence enveloped everything, and the maple forest disappeared. Only intense pain and darkness remained in his memory.

When the crucial memories returned, the pain pierced through time like splitting a bamboo*. Completely recalling that moment from the past, Shi Jingzhi’s mind was almost torn apart.

*(势如破竹) Metaphor referring to something so powerful it’s unstoppable, just like how bamboo can be split with ease when using great strength and momentum.

In that fleeting moment, he finally understood the danger of breaking the ban.

Accompanied by the sweeping fragments of memories, the pain continued without end. It felt like sinking into a swamp, unable to breathe or move. It was as if he was forcefully crammed into a small iron cage, and his entire body was in excruciating pain.

Shi Jingzhi tried his best to maintain a shred of clarity in his mind.

It wasn’t for the sake of the truth; for a moment, desires and bets were thrown to the side. Amidst the growing chaos in Shi Jingzhi’s mind, only one thought remained.

What happened afterward? What happened next?

Yin Ci would return in haste with medicinal herbs, only to find a scene of carnage. Faced with the scattered internal organs and shattered bones, what emotions would he experience?

This was the second time Shi Jingzhi didn’t wait for him to return.

Would Yin Ci fall into madness again? Without him by his side, Yin Ci would be alone once more. At the moment of Yin Ci’s utmost suffering, there would be no one to hold him.

They only had one short month. The best day would be their last meeting.

Twenty-four years later, they encountered each other again at Kushan, but an invisible ban separated them, making them strangers despite seeing each other.

As far as he knew, Yin Ci’s “three generations” of relatives were all on Kushan… After the dispersal at the gathering in the Juyi Valley, did Yin Ci never leave the vicinity of Kushan again?

The heartache and sorrow overshadowed even the intense pain caused by the ban. The sadness didn’t solely stem from their separation…

On the day of their forced separation, the eerie battle between Yin Ci and the giant monster was still vivid in Shi Jingzhi’s mind.

According to legends, the immortal body restored its physical form through blood-red fine roots, thus achieving immortality. In Shi Jingzhi’s mind, the ink characters that recorded the legends swayed, and the scattered clues assembled like pearls at this inopportune moment.

Yin Ci was also an immortal.

For a long time, Shi Jingzhi had been seeking the path to longevity, but he had never heard of an immortal body. Chen Qianfan had studied this path for thirty years and only discovered a rumor. The immortal body wasn’t as common as mushrooms after the rain, impossible to appear so frequently.

A near-absurd conjecture gradually took shape.

…What if there had been only one such person since ancient times?

Since their reunion, regardless of the situation, Yin Ci never showed obvious external injuries. His aura, honed through years of experience, and his exceptional combat skills were all unlike those of an ordinary person.

Twenty years ago, Yin Ci was present in this place. He referred to himself as “This Seat”, his authority profoundly imposing.

Was Yin Ci really just a descendant of the “Su Clan”? If the Chigou Sect, which became the top demonic sect in the world, couldn’t find the “Su Clan”, was it really because they chose to live in seclusion? …Did the “Su Clan” really exist?

One hundred years ago, Su Zhi and his renowned Bone Sweeping Sword technique simply passed away, but was it really just a natural death and not fabricated aging using the ghostskin robe? Two hundred years ago, that strange person kneeling before the village—was he also Yin Ci?

This almost pitiful “immortal” state—when did it actually begin?

Numerous questions surged up and down, eventually condensing into waves of palpitations. Thousands of words gathered and scattered, and in the end, he only wanted to give that person a hug, twenty-four years late.

Shi Jingzhi had never wanted to wake up so much before.

The ban sensed his intentions. The headache became more piercing, and more memories rushed in, attempting to disrupt his thoughts and occupy his entire mind.

He saw his own mother.

The woman leaned against the bed, with only a pair of eyes left in her emaciated appearance. She looked at Shi Jingzhi expressionlessly, with traces of her past beauty still visible on her face. Since he regained his memories, it seemed that he had only seen her like this once.

The unfamiliar mother didn’t speak, but simply reached out and caressed his head. The thin, withered hand naturally slid down his face, tucking a strand of unruly hair behind his ear.

The next moment, he saw himself being held down by the eunuch, Lu Fu, reluctantly putting on a tattered mountain villager’s clothes. The clothes reeked of a wild, foul odor, causing the young Shi Jingzhi to be immediately nauseated by the stench.

The eunuch forcefully dressed him, saying, “Ancestor, just behave yourself. If you wear those luxurious and fragrant robes, you’ll be taken away by wild beasts the next day!”

Shi Jingzhi remembered the carriage carrying him to Kushan, the taste of bitter medicine lingering in his mouth. He also remembered the Imperial Preceptor carrying him back to the mansion, with the added aroma of medicinal herbs. He heard people whispering angrily and arguing. He also heard others whispering, mourning, and crying.

Memories became increasingly fragmented, and the voices became louder and more chaotic. Emotions from the past cycled endlessly. The three elements combined into countless invisible hands behind him. They constantly tempted him to lose focus, to be angry, and even to be confused, trying to drag him into the depths of darkness.

In the depths of his mind, Shi Jingzhi felt as if he had returned to Juyi Valley and stepped onto a strange path with no way out. Sweet floral scents wafted behind him, and he knew that as long as he turned around, gave up struggling, the endless pain would stop.

But this time, he strode forward, without even glancing back.

A’Ci told him to wait for him. But he had been away for too long, and he couldn’t waste any more time here.

The “immortal” under the maple tree had been waiting for him for twenty-four years.

Finally, at the end of his memories, a soft sigh echoed. In the last memory, a thin, withered finger pressed against his forehead.

“A bottomless pit of desire, an endless world of mortals. You have collected the desires of all living beings, often destroyed by your own desire. To maintain your sanity, you can only choose one desire.”

“Unfortunately, for over three hundred years, anyone who chose their desire, be it wealth, fame, love, or family, eventually became a calamity, without exception.”

“You are somewhat special… Your desire was formed early, and your character is not yet mature, which makes you suitable for our careful cultivation. Perhaps this great achievement in a hundred years can be accomplished by this old one’s own hands…”

Suddenly, Shi Jingzhi felt like laughing.

Born with an insatiable desire, destined to bring calamity in the future. It turned out that he had even attempted to adopt a disciple and hold a “Zhuazhou” ceremony. But little did he know that the world had already made him go through a “Zhuazhou” once, letting him choose one from countless desires.

A thought flashed, and his mind became clear.

Shi Jingzhi knew what desire he had chosen. On that day, in Yin Ci’s embrace, he grasped a moment of worry-free contentment and lasting satisfaction in his heart.

Countless beings in the world spend their whole lives seeking what they desire. It was no different from this.

That old man really made a mistake. Over three hundred years, Shi Jingzhi didn’t know how many people became those who “chose their desires”, but he must have been the greediest among them all.

In the past, he disregarded everything to seek survival, yet he never found satisfaction. The reason was simpler than he imagined—what he desired was “the happiness of living”, but it was forcefully cut off, leaving only a vague “life” without meaning.

…Until he met Yin Ci again.

At this moment, the person he eagerly wanted to see was just within reach. If he really died due to the ban, wouldn’t it be a letdown to the “bottomless pit of desire” the old man spoke of?

In an instant, a strong gust of wind rose, bringing a heavy sense of oppression.

Chen Qianfan was busy disassembling the formation and almost spat out blood. His movements almost came to a halt.

Shi Jingzhi on the wooden platform had his eyes tightly shut, and his face looked somewhat distorted. Threads of blood-like patterns appeared around him, and his surging inner force went out of control, causing the flames below the platform to scatter chaotically. The ban formation behind Shi Jingzhi’s head manifested again, emitting a series of explosions, significantly weakening the brilliance of the grand formation.

The brilliant golden formation seemed alive. Strands of runes detached from the formation and crawled towards Shi Jingzhi’s temple, burrowing into his flesh and disregarding any resistance. They swelled and wriggled beneath his skin like restless blood vessels.

Between Chen Qianfan’s fingers, silver-blue threads of light intertwined, forming sharp “tweezers”. He held his breath and carefully disassembled and twisted the runes, pulling them away from the formation. The golden runes he plucked wriggled like worms but soon turned into scattered specks of golden dust.

However, their numbers were too great, their structures too complex, and their speed of burrowing into the flesh was too fast. Chen Qianfan’s face became drawn, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Shi Jingzhi’s skin turned a golden color, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his trembling fingers showed signs of resistance.

Without Chen Qianfan needing to explain, Yin Ci knew that it was a critical moment in unraveling the formation.

Shi Jingzhi must have sensed the “root of desire” and was fighting for his life against the ban, which provoked the crazed counterattack of the formation. If Shi Jingzhi lost consciousness, these runes would immediately seize the opportunity to infiltrate his body and turn him into a lifeless husk.

Although Shi Jingzhi was adept at circumventing others, he wasn’t a coward. Judging from the situation, he was forcefully intimidating the runes with his qi, daring to confront them head-on.

Yin Ci saw no trace of retreat or fear on his face, but he sensed a sorrow of unknown origin.

Shi Jingzhi was highly skilled at finding joy in adversity. Even if he faced despair and anger, he always clung to his full vitality. Yin Ci had never seen Shi Jingzhi like this… filled with sadness.

Thankfully, Yin Ci knew how to deal with this situation.

Yin Ci tightened the outer garment stained with blood and stepped back into the formation. He withstood the chaotic inner force while matching the path with his right hand drawing the “Purifying Words”, sequentially pressing on the acupoints around Shi Jingzhi.

His left hand gripped Shi Jingzhi’s trembling fingers, covering them with his palm.

Chen Qianfan immediately puffed his cheeks, glaring at him angrily. “What are you messing around for? Just behave yourself!”

Yin Ci didn’t let go. “I won’t interfere with you in disassembling the formation. I’m just helping him.”

As if sensing a familiar aura, Shi Jingzhi’s trembling gradually stopped, and the rampant inner force around him also quieted down a lot. Whether it was oblivious or deliberate, Shi Jingzhi’s fingers moved in Yin Ci’s palm, as if trying to hold that hand again.

It was this moment that made the ban go completely berserk.

The momentary calm passed, but instead of improving, Shi Jingzhi’s condition became even more terrifying—blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his whole body convulsed. The wriggling runes at his temple struggled frantically, making his complexion even darker, and the former exuberance in him gradually revealed the appearance of decline.

Shi Jingzhi’s fingertips, which were originally scorching hot, now cooled down a bit. Yin Ci’s hand tightened, and his heart turned cold as well.

Did he make another mistake?

Did he once again choose the seemingly correct but ultimately destructive path?

The scorching heat in his palm suddenly changed its nature, and the scene before him overlapped with the tragedy of twenty-four years ago. Yin Ci almost couldn’t control the rising resentment in his heart.

On that day many years ago, he didn’t understand the cause of the Little Mute’s illness. But Yin Ci knew in his heart that he needed some medicine for internal injuries to stabilize the Little Mute’s condition.

He had never exerted his full effort in qinggong like he did that day. At the nearest medicine shop, Yin Ci tossed a few silver ingots and directly took away the most precious medicines in the shop. He continued without stopping, and he couldn’t count how many wounds he got from the branches along the way.

He handled things properly and returned in a timely manner. Even though Yuyi Valley was vast with a wide variety of monsters, it was only a temporary departure, so the Little Mute should be fine.

He couldn’t afford to have anything happen.

Yin Ci already knew that prayers were useless, but at that moment, he uncharacteristically made a wish. In the vastness of the world, he only wished for the heavens to accommodate the destiny of a three-year-old child.

When Yin Ci returned to his original location, the autumn wind blew gently, and the red leaves remained. The monster’s corpse was still there, looking the same as when he left.

However, the smell of blood in the wind was overpowering.

As if it was destined by the heavens, his wish would never be fulfilled. All the hopes he held onto would eventually end in vain. Faced with a ground covered in flesh and blood, in a daze, Yin Ci’s mind found a kind of almost cruel calmness.

He remembered how he had repeatedly inspected those remains, trying to find any traces of the “Little Mute” still being alive. He also recalled how he despaired bit by bit in front of the roasted fish and wild fruits inside the corpse’s stomach.

Yin Ci didn’t fall into madness, although he even hoped to lose his mind.

Even if he couldn’t die, he just wanted to escape from the tragic scene before him and find liberation. Blaming others was easy, but hating oneself was like hell. People said there were eighteen levels in hell, but his personal hell seemed like an endless abyss.

Unfortunately, this time, he couldn’t take that final step off the cliff.

In just one month, Yin Ci had developed a pitiful habit. Just as his resentment surged, it silently dissipated once more.

In a daze, it was as if someone was holding his hand and giving him a sticky embrace.

What a pity. He still wanted a flower.

The heavens indeed gave him an answer that was so sharp it was almost ironic—indeed, there was such a person who, from birth to death, never disappointed him once.

Then he would leave it to fate, continue to maintain his clarity, and wander through the world. If one day that hand could no longer hold him, if that embrace could no longer stop him, he would leap off the cliff once again and perhaps never have a clear day ever after.

Now that he had finally found a glimmer of hope, would he watch it extinguish before his eyes?

Yin Ci tightly held Shi Jingzhi’s hand, unable to meet the man’s face covered in blood. The suppressed resentment of twenty-four years sensed his fear and began to stir once again.

Crack.

A series of cracking sounds followed by continuous explosions rang out.

Within Shi Jingzhi’s heavy qi, a hint of warmth emerged. Golden dust exploded throughout the room. Chen Qianfan’s hand froze in mid-air, and the runes on the “tweezers” continued to writhe.

A hand reversed and gripped Yin Ci’s wrist. The hand was scorching hot and almost burned him, but its strength was just right—gentle yet irresistible.

In an instant of daze, Yin Ci was pulled towards the wooden platform, and the slight resentment within him had no time to dissipate.

Immediately after, he received a warm embrace.

On the wooden platform, Shi Jingzhi’s face was covered in blood, looking disheveled. But his embrace was fervent, and his heart beat steadily and vigorously. The ban was completely shattered, and the dark green sparks on the wooden platform turned into a radiant gold-red color. They were swept up by Shi Jingzhi’s inner force, resembling tiny scattered petals.

“You’re back.”

Shi Jingzhi buried his nose in Yin Ci’s neck and sighed softly.


Kinky Thoughts:

I’m just a hot, crying mess reading these chapters.


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Criminal Psychology Ch307

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

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


Chapter 307

Su Fengzi was an expert at provoking others.

The next moment, Wang Chao grabbed the table leg, his head against the corner of the glass table, looking as if he would bash his head in if he wasn’t allowed to switch teammates.

Lin Chen, not wanting to keep the delivery guy waiting, reluctantly said, “Fine, let’s switch. Wang Chao and I will be a team.”

Although they had to switch teammates at the last moment, they didn’t need to start the game over since Su Fengzi himself had dealt the 7 bottom cards for this round.

Lin Chen led Wang Chao downstairs.

Before leaving, Su Fengzi gave him a meaningful look.

The budget hotel had only one elevator, and 9 o’clock was the peak time for room bookings, so the elevator had to stop at every floor, and it moved slowly.

Wang Chao followed Lin Chen into the elevator, first taking a young couple to the 17th floor, then descending in the empty elevator.

His A’Chen Gege looked calm and upright, holding the cards with one hand and the other in his pocket.

The sound of the lifting motor and cables filled the space, and the metal elevator door reflected the blurry pattern on the back of the playing cards.

Wang Chao swallowed, his mind wandering.

If they exchanged cards, would they be able to guess the general suit in the Demon King’s hand, and discuss the best strategy?

However!

Wang Chao looked at Lin Chen’s serious face.

How could such an upright gentleman like his A’Chen Gege agree to such a petty trick like the Demon King?

Thinking this, Comrade Xiao Wang decided to keep quiet.

“Wang Chao…”

Lin Chen began.

“Huh?”

His A’Chen Gege eyes were full of helplessness.

Lin Chen: “You really don’t know how to be considerate of adults.”

Wang Chao was even more confused.

“I… was wrong!” He admitted quickly, though utterly bewildered.

Lin Chen continued, “Look, I specifically brought the cards down, and you did too…”

Wang Chao clenched his playing cards. “Yeah, to prevent the Demon King from peeking at our cards!”

The elevator door swung open, interrupting Lin Chen’s words.

A delivery guy in blue was waiting at the front desk, holding a bag from a well-known ice cream brand.

Wang Chao was deeply touched. “A’Chen Gege, can we finish eating before going back up?”

Lin Chen’s face showed satisfaction, so Wang Chao took the ice cream bag, sat on the windowsill, and placed the cards beside him.

Lin Chen sat next to him and put his cards down too.

The two decks of cards were very close, and Wang Chao snuck a glance; he could easily see his A’Chen Gege’s cards if he reached out.

Ah, the world is full of temptations!

Wang Chao could hardly control his desire to peek at the cards and turned his back, holding the ice cream box, too nervous to open it.

Lin Chen noticed all of Wang Chao’s small movements.

He didn’t react immediately because he was also quite shocked. His actions were so obvious, and yet Wang Chao resisted the temptation and turned away?

Comrade Xiao Wang was so upright, and Lin Chen’s own thoughts seemed so petty that he was too embarrassed to speak.

An awkward silence lasted for the time it took to eat a bowl of ice cream downstairs.

Upstairs in the family room, things were very simple.

Under the dim chandelier.

First, Xing Conglian looked up.

Then, Su Fengzi looked up.

Next, their eyes met.

Finally, they simultaneously reached out and exchanged the cards in their hands.

When Lin Chen and Wang Chao returned upstairs, everything around the card table seemed normal.

Xing Conglian snuffed out his cigarette, obviously bored, looking at the ice cream that was still on Wang Chao’s face. He said impatiently, “Did you have to sneakily eat it downstairs? What, afraid your boss is going to steal it?”

Wang Chao waved his hand and returned to his seat. “Who knows, Boss? In my eyes, that’s just the kind of person you are!”

Xing Conglian took advantage of the situation and smacked Wang Chao in the head, which was followed by Wang Chao’s howling.

Under the lamp, Su Fengzi propped up his chin with one hand, watching the antics and smiling but not speaking.

Lin Chen stood up, looking down at Xing Conglian and Su Fengzi, feeling that everything about them was forced, and the air was filled with a strange aura.

He must have been showing it quite obviously.

Su Fengzi picked up his cards and glanced at him and Wang Chao. “Even if you were memorizing cards downstairs, you didn’t have to take so long. What happened to your high IQ?”

Wang Chao’s face turned bright red. “Who was memorizing cards? Would I be as shameless as you?”

Lin Chen’s gaze shifted to Xing Conglian. Surely, he wouldn’t conspire with Su Fengzi, right?

Xing Conglian raised both hands and shouted, “Husband, you have to believe in my integrity!”

Lin Chen was speechless and sat down beside Xing Conglian.

If one could say that the previous round of cards was simply played casually, with everyone watching Su Fengzi tease Wang Chao as they played, then this round had begun with everyone mysteriously becoming serious, each harboring their own ulterior motives.

Lin Chen observed Xing Conglian and Su Fengzi’s expressions while playing his cards.

Su Fengzi flipped his cards randomly, and it was impossible to discern his emotions from his face when he drew one to play.

Xing Conglian didn’t smoke, and he held up his cards to play seriously. However, he found them too high, covering most of his face.

As for Wang Chao…

Wang Chao was calculating his cards so fast that he didn’t need any reaction time. Through their pre-arranged signals, the teenager continuously informed him of the possible remaining cards in Xing Conglian and Su Fengzi’s hands.

“Five of clubs.” In the third to last round, Xing Conglian again led with the trump card.

Lin Chen looked at Wang Chao.

If Su Fengzi and Xing Conglian scored 80 points, Lin Chen and Wang Chao would lose no matter what.

At this moment, more than halfway through the game, Su Fengzi and Xing Conglian had already scored 65 points, putting them at a great disadvantage.

The worst part was that Su Fengzi and Xing Conglian knew what their last six cards were, but they did not know theirs.

Now he had two choices: play the big king, to beat the five of clubs, or play a small card, to keep the big king for the last two rounds. He could also force out Su Fengzi’s main card, the king of clubs, but if that card was hidden in the seven bottom cards, then the big king would be tricked out, and they would lose the entire game.

Lin Chen’s fingers gently stroked the edges of the cards without looking at Su Fengzi, who was the last to play, but instead watching Xing Conglian.

“Baby, don’t hold the cards so high; I’m not so good at reading micro-expressions. Don’t worry about me seeing through your hand,” he said to Xing Conglian.

Xing Conglian shivered but did not let his guard down, swiftly putting down his cards and covering his face with his hands.

Lin Chen chuckled.

His finger slid over the card, and he played a useless card.

Su Fengzi sighed deeply; his face was filled with the sorrow of wasted efforts. “It’s just a game of cards, Shidi. You’re too cautious.”

As he spoke, he played the king of clubs, easily stabbing them.

By now, Xing Conglian and Su Fengzi had scored 75 points, and the chances of victory were diminishing.

Wang Chao’s face turned red with anxiety, and he groaned in pain, casting Lin Chen a “Why did you play that way?” look.

Lin Chen shrugged, apologetic.

“Shidi, do we need to play this card?”

At this point, Su Fengzi smiled meaningfully, flipping over his own cards to reveal the big and small kings.

As a small king had already been played, there was no doubt that Su Fengzi’s cards were the biggest.

A complete sweep!

Wang Chao’s eyes widened.

“Damn! So shameless!” Wang Chao yelled. “You hid such big cards till the end!”

As he spoke, he threw out his cards, a pair of tens.

At that moment, Su Fengzi’s face changed slightly.

But Xing Conglian didn’t realize what had happened, flipping over his card and throwing it out, his face filled with triumph.

“Shidi,” Su Fengzi began, his gaze following.

Of course, this couldn’t stop Lin Chen from turning over his card.

Under the lamp, on the transparent square table.

All eyes were focused on those two cards.

They were two bright red big kings, with the joker’s bright red smiling face particularly noticeable.

Now the situation was strange; there could only be two big kings in two decks, but at this moment, there were undoubtedly three cards lying on the table.

Time seemed to slow.

Wang Chao slammed the table, stood on his chair, and pointed at Su Fengzi, yelling, “You’re cheating! Scum!”

Su Fengzi remained calm, arms crossed, leaning back in his chair.

His eyes were cold and deep as he stared at Wang Chao.

Su Fengzi: “You’re so good at counting cards; you should have known that I probably had both the big and small kings in my hand. Why were you so shocked just now?”

Wang Chao recoiled but was not to be outdone. “I was shocked at your shamelessness; you still dare to be so fierce even though you cheated!”

“Is it not by pretending to be shocked that you clear yourselves of the suspicion of buying two decks and secretly switching the cards?”

“Are we you? It’s just a game of cards, and how do you know about buying two decks?”

Su Fengzi smiled. “That’s strange indeed…”

Lin Chen had been quietly watching, while Xing Conglian had been staring at him.

Xing Conglian: “What does Consultant Lin say?”

“Very strange.”

Xing Conglian stifled a laugh. “What’s strange?”

“Now there are only two possibilities.”

“Hmm?”

“First, you cheated. Second, we cheated.”

“Oh?”

“It seems that our going downstairs to pick up a parcel and buying a new deck is more likely, but of course, it’s not impossible that Fengzi secretly brought a new deck.”

“So?”

“So, since it’s a matter of ‘he said, she said’, this round can only be counted as your loss.”

Wang Chao nodded.

“Why?” Xing Conglian was taken aback.

“Normally,” Lin Chen said matter-of-factly, “since everyone has revealed their cards, it’s clear who’s the biggest.”

If it were Wang Chao, he would certainly jump up and retort, “Clearly, this round should be invalidated.” But the benefit of having Wang Chao as a teammate was that he was sure to keep his mouth shut now.

Su Fengzi: “Shidi is waiting for me here. Why is your competitive spirit so strong?”

Lin Chen: “Shixiong has taught me well.”

“I didn’t teach you to cheat, did I?”

“First of all, I didn’t. Secondly, there was a time when the four of us were playing cards with the teacher in the laboratory. How do you explain the 10 various point cards, big and small kings, that were found on you?”

“That was to make you understand that there’s no kinship at the poker table.” Su Fengzi sighed. “I never thought Shidi would become so shameless. You’ve grown up.”

Lin Chen still confronted Su Fengzi, neither giving an inch, and the situation was at a stalemate.

“I have an idea.” Xing Conglian raised his hand. “We can check fingerprints on the three big kings. The one without everyone’s fingerprints must be the cheated card.”

“That’s fine. In that case, why not check all the cards on the table?” Lin Chen looked at Xing Conglian.

“That’s too much trouble.” Su Fengzi spoke up. “Don’t add to the police’s workload. Just check these three.” Su Fengzi pointed to the cards in front of Lin Chen.

Just then, there was a loud bang in the room.

Wang Chao knocked over the chair, glaring at Su Fengzi, grabbed his collar, and yelled, “You are shameless, utterly shameless! I’m ashamed to be associated with you!”

Xing Conglian quickly rushed to pull them apart.

Lin Chen looked at Wang Chao’s performance, astonished. This couldn’t be explained as mere exaggeration.

“What’s wrong with you?” Xing Conglian suddenly asked.

Lin Chen frowned, quickly walked over to Wang Chao, and touched his forehead.

Wang Chao began to laugh, then kicked his legs, cursing Su Fengzi.

Lin Chen suddenly remembered the way the teenager acted when he was drunk and thought this scene seemed familiar.

“I ordered a matcha strawberry double scoop, not rum flavor.” He sniffed near Wang Chao’s mouth, smelling only a faint sweet ice cream scent, making it hard to determine if Wang Chao had accidentally eaten rum-flavored ice cream.

Lin Chen began to call the delivery company, asking what they had sent.

Xing Conglian dragged Wang Chao into the side room.

The company said they would have to investigate, and Lin Chen and Xing Conglian stood by Wang Chao’s bed, watching the teenager wriggle like a caterpillar.

“You didn’t watch him eat?” Xing Conglian asked.

Lin Chen replied, “Of course not. I went to buy a new deck of cards at the time.”

Xing Conglian turned slowly, staring at him in disbelief.

Wang Chao began to act seriously drunk.

Lin Chen never thought his perfect plan to counter Su Fengzi’s cheating would be punctured by a misdelivered box of ice cream.

Su Fengzi looked annoyed. He had finally been able to catch someone to play cards, and now they were one player short. Moreover, the child had a fever, so the guests could hardly have the nerve to stay.

Su Fengzi flipped through his phone contacts, planning to find someone else to play cards with.

As he was leaving, Lin Chen escorted him to the door, with Wang Chao singing “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” out of tune in the room.

“It seems a bit late, Shixiong. Would you like to stay?” Lin Chen asked politely.

Wang Chao yelled from the room, “Playing cards is fun! So much fun!”

Su Fengzi’s face was full of disdain. “Why would I stay? To play a CP for you to develop?”


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Criminal Psychology Ch306

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

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


Chapter 306

During the meal, the atmosphere was turbulent…

Well, perhaps that adjective wasn’t quite right. Specifically, it was more like Su Fengzi unilaterally overwhelming everyone, making everything revolve around his joy.

If this meal gathering were turned into a game scene, it would be like the pea-size Wang Chao, wielding a sword, jumping to attack the giant Su Fengzi. The giant simply raised a finger and flicked the little pea to the ground. Despite the little pea’s cries, it got up and continued swinging the sword chaotically, but it couldn’t leave a scratch on the giant.

After all, it was a basic attribute for giants to have thick skin and blood.

After the meal, Lin Chen felt really full and walked back to the hotel with Xing Conglian.

Surprisingly, Su Fengzi decided to accompany them on the way, perhaps because he hadn’t encountered someone as entertaining as Wang Chao in a long time and it would be such a waste to not keep pressing Wang Chao down repeatedly.

“Come on, let’s compete in a game. I’ll use only one hand!” Wang Chao was still hopping mad.

“Why don’t you compete with me in programming?” Su Fengzi said leisurely.

“Sure, sure, let’s head to the internet café up ahead!”

Lin Chen finally couldn’t stand it anymore and turned around to remind him, “He’s mocking you.”

Wang Chao asked Su Fengzi, “Why are you mocking me?”

Lin Chen looked at Su Fengzi.

Su Fengzi smiled and didn’t answer.

Wang Chao asked, “Are you at a loss for words?”

Su Fengzi: “No, your A’Chen Gege wants to be your interpreter, so of course I’ll give him a chance.”

Lin Chen felt like he was also being mocked and couldn’t help but remain silent.

“Do you have anything else to say?” Su Fengzi added.

“A’Chen Gege, you don’t need to give me face,” Wang Chao said.

Lin Chen was helpless. Wang Chao had absolutely no awareness in this regard. The explanation Lin Chen wanted to provide him with now seemed utterly foolish. He asked Wang Chao with patience, “Why did you want to compete with him?”

“Because he kept challenging me, and I wanted to educate him!” Wang Chao replied.

“Why don’t you just plug your ears and just ignore him?” Lin Chen suggested.

Su Fengzi laughed. “Shidi, I’m still here.”

Wang Chao: “That would be a bit pretentious, and it doesn’t fit my character.”

Lin Chen: “…”

People were passing by the riverside as they walked after the meal. However, Lin Chen felt that this stroll had no meaning in aiding digestion. Fortunately, after a few random remarks, they soon arrived at the hotel entrance. Lin Chen and Xing Conglian simultaneously stopped and turned to look at Su Fengzi.

Xing Conglian cleared his throat. “Fengzi, thank you so much for today.”

Meaning: Is it possible for you to leave now?

“What are you thanking me for? Otherwise, you would have bought Wangji just to have a meal of crayfish?” Su Fengzi retorted.

Xing Conglian felt embarrassed. “How could that be?”

“Shixiong, thanks for today,” Lin Chen added.

“Are you two teaming up to drive me away?” Su Fengzi pretended to be hurt.

Lin Chen asked directly, “Are you leaving or do you have other plans?”

……

Ten minutes later.

Two decks of cards were thrown on the table.

In the small living room of a budget hotel’s family room, four people, one on each side, stared at the playing cards in the middle of the table, silent.

“To be honest, I haven’t played cards in many years.”

Wang Chao had just returned from buying the cards, panting for breath, and from the mere term “playing cards”, one could tell that the young man had neglected this practice of a human cultural heritage that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

Xing Conglian looked at him coldly. “Not playing for many years implies that you have played before. Have you ever played?”

“Eh!” Wang Chao was taken aback. “Some tablets can only play Spider Solitaire; does that count?”

“That doesn’t count.”

“Oh, then I don’t know how to play cards.”

Wang Chao admitted honestly.

“You never taught him to play cards?” Lin Chen asked Xing Conglian.

“Why teach him? With his intelligence, who would want to play cards with him? I might as well play Fight the Landlord*.”

*A card game in the genre of shedding and gambling. It is one of the most popular card games played in China.

Hearing this, Wang Chao’s eyes lit up, and he slapped the table, pointing at Su Fengzi. “You’ve walked into hell!”

Su Fengzi didn’t respond, probably feeling hot. He finally slowly took off his suit, then reached over and slowly tore the packaging off the sealed deck of cards and began to shuffle them with a rattle.

The lighting in the small living room wasn’t bright enough; Xing Conglian had just smoked a cigarette, and the indoor smoke was swirling, floating like a thin veil under the light, creating a weird and solemn atmosphere.

“Can I check the rules for the card game ‘shuang ji*’ on Baidu Encyclopedia? Will one minute be enough?”

*Also known as level up, is a trick-taking card game played in China. They have dynamic trump, which cards change every round. As these games are played over a wide area with no standardization, rules vary widely from region to region. You can go to the Wikipedia to see the rules.

Su Fengzi also looked up and seriously asked Wang Chao.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Chao had already closed the Encyclopedia page, put down his phone, and replied, “Let’s do this!”

Xing Conglian had never played cards like this before, or rather, he had never played such a serious game.

Because of seating arrangements, Su Fengzi and Wang Chao sat facing each other, becoming teammates.

Wang Chao, although intelligent, had never played cards before, and was very awkward in the first round.

Su Fengzi sternly pointed out his mistakes, and Wang Chao even apologized earnestly.

Xing Conglian looked at his teammate, Lin Chen, and the two turned a blind eye to this instructional style of play.

“Pair of 9s, pair of 10s, pair of Jacks.” Wang Chao threw down another hand.

Su Fengzi stopped him. “They’re now grabbing points. If your A’Chen Gege throws QQ, KK, AA, we’ll be in big trouble.”

Lin Chen rubbed his forehead. “Shixiong, you’ve peeked at my cards again…”

Su Fengzi shrugged. “I’m not that kind of person, Shidi.”

Lin Chen didn’t believe it at all and turned his head to check all the reflective objects around him, then noticed the metal frame on the cabinet door behind him.

Su Fengzi looked surprised. “There’s actually a metal strip there, but don’t hurry to change places; I’ve only peeked in the first round.”

Lin Chen was speechless.

Wang Chao changed his play, but because of Su Fengzi’s spoilers, the teenager had already calculated their hands and played a pair of 10s, reporting as he played, “A’Chen Gege has Q-A, and the Boss didn’t play a pair of A’s in the last round, so the probability that the Boss has AA is very small. I don’t have it, so the pair of A’s should be in the hands of the big demon king!”

Su Fengzi shook his head helplessly.

“I told you not to teach him to play cards!” Xing Conglian complained.

“Endure it.” Lin Chen threw out a pair of Kings. “We’re leaving tomorrow anyway.”

“What do you mean?” Xing Conglian was stunned. “Tomorrow?”

“Yes, a game with Teacher Su takes at least 12 hours. Otherwise, why would he pester us so much?”

“Why?” Xing Conglian threw his cards out.

“Because his playing style is too shameless, and he’s skilled at counting cards, so basically no one wants to play with him.”

Lin Chen finally said, moving his gaze to the small glass table.

“Damn it!” Wang Chao jumped up, staring at the table in a perverted way, looking at the pair of A’s that Xing Conglian had finally played.

“You obviously had cards, why didn’t you play them just now!” Wang Chao said angrily. “Why are you so calculating!”

“Because this round is 40 points, the last round was only 20.” Xing Conglian educated. “40 is greater than 20, so the pair of A’s should be used here.”

Wang Chao ignored him, turning to the next person to question. “Why didn’t you remind me that you didn’t have a pair of A’s!”

“That would be cheating.” Su Fengzi continued the education. “Mainly to let you know how treacherous people are at the card table.”

“It’s too treacherous.”

“Yes.”

The two sang in harmony, and Wang Chao believed that Su Fengzi really didn’t remind him on purpose to teach him a lesson.

For Su Fengzi, shuang ji, a two-on-two game, was like playing Fight the Landlord; he himself was the only dealer, and as long as he could trap others, any way to play was fine.

But Lin Chen understood this quite well. For him, playing cards was too simple, so creating difficulties and then solving them was much more interesting than simply winning cards.

Lin Chen had to continue playing and looked at Xing Conglian, both equally speechless.

In fact, Wang Chao soon saw through Su Fengzi’s routine without Lin Chen pointing it out.

“Fuck, you did it on purpose, didn’t you!”

The good situation was once again uncertain because Su Fengzi had thrown the game.

The teenager angrily threw the cards; he was barefoot, and at this moment one foot stepped on the chair, and the other foot almost stepped on the glass table, tipping it over.

“You must have a calm mind when playing cards; being too competitive isn’t good.” Su Fengzi laughed.

“A’Chen Gege, I don’t want to be on his team anymore!” Wang Chao said.

“I don’t want to be on his team either,” Lin Chen said seriously.

Wang Chao’s eyes moved to Xing Conglian.

Captain Xing glared at him. “Comrade Xiao Wang, who gave you the courage to break up the CP?”

Wang Chao was almost in tears.

Lin Chen was helpless, and at that moment, his phone rang.

Lin Chen answered it; it was the takeout he had ordered earlier.

“Thank you, I’ll come down right away.”

Lin Chen hung up the phone and said to Wang Chao, “I ordered ice cream for you.”

The teenager’s interest was quickly diverted. “A’Chen Gege, how can you be so nice!”

“Experience,” Lin Chen said, picking up the unfinished cards, standing up, and gesturing for Wang Chao to go downstairs with him.

“What kind of experience?”

“The experience of cooling down. The last teammate who played cards with Shixiong was so angry after five rounds that he wanted to take a heart-relieving pill.”

“Is it too late to not want to play now?” Wang Chao wanted to hit the wall.

“Do you dare? I don’t anyway,” Lin Chen said honestly.

Hearing him say that Su Fengzi was very pleased. “Shidi, you flatter me.”

He nodded, modestly.


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Criminal Psychology Ch305

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

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


Chapter 305

Comrade Xiao Wang’s pleas for mercy were in vain, but Lin Chen and Xing Conglian didn’t betray him.

How to put it? After all, it was Su Fengzi who came, and nobody could figure out what he was thinking.

Therefore, when Su Fengzi stood before them, Lin Chen and Xing Conglian exchanged glances, each hoping the other would be the first to greet him. Probably because they were too in sync, they found that both were trying to avoid taking the initiative, so they glared at each other.

Su Fengzi saw this and merely smiled, not saying a word.

‘Indeed, my Shixiong’s mind is as mysterious as the bottom of the sea and terrifyingly abnormal,’ Lin Chen thought, shaking his head helplessly.

He looked Su Fengzi up and down, from his suit to his shoes, and casually asked, “Isn’t it hot?”

“It’s hot, but since my Shidi needs me, I have to get dressed even if it’s hot,” Su Fengzi replied.

Lin Chen probably understood what was going on and casually said, “Thank you.”

Su Fengzi nodded but said nothing, standing tall in the night.

Xing Conglian and Wang Chao were at a loss. They felt that it was a bit strange that Su Fengzi didn’t make fun of them.

A disturbance suddenly arose at the entrance of Wangji’s restaurant.

Outside, diners were calling out, “Madam Boss”, “Madam Boss”…

A vigorous female voice responded politely, and soon, a woman was standing before them.

Xing Conglian’s eyes widened as he realized that the goddess of all crayfish enthusiasts, Madam Wang Meimei, was now standing in front of him.

Wearing a white dress and high heels and a sparkling diamond necklace around her neck, Wang Meimei was well-known on TV, especially during crayfish season. She was more than just an ordinary restaurant owner; she was almost considered a celebrity.

Now that the crayfish goddess appeared before them, it was obvious who she had come for.

Xing Conglian looked at Su Fengzi, more confused.

Indeed, the crayfish goddess only had eyes for Su Fengzi. She stepped forward, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and said, “Teacher Su, I’ve missed you so much.”

Her words weren’t flirtatious but full of genuine longing and respect for Su Fengzi.

Was Wang Meimei not part of Su Fengzi’s entourage but someone he had helped before? But Su Fengzi wasn’t like Lin Chen, meddling in other’s affairs…

As Xing Conglian was lost in thought, Wang Meimei explained herself.

“Will ‘The Domineering Tyrant’s Love’ be updated soon? I’ve been waiting so painfully!”

The crayfish goddess changed her tone and complained to Su Fengzi.

“…”

The room fell into silence, all stunned by the name.

Xing Conglian looked at the crayfish goddess, not expecting her to have such a taste.

Su Fengzi, however, acted as if everything was normal.

“How about I write a chapter for you to read?” he shamelessly offered.

Wang Meimei pondered seriously for a moment, then said, “I really want to read it, but since Teacher Su has come to have crayfish with me, let’s eat first.”

Su Fengzi nodded and asked, “Shall I tell you the outline?”

Wang Meimei’s porcelain-like face instantly brightened. “Yes, yes, but wouldn’t spoiling it be bad?”

As she spoke, she confidently led the way into the restaurant, taking them to a specially reserved private room, satisfying Xing Conglian’s vanity to the fullest.

“Why not? You’re so cute; what’s wrong with telling you?” Su Fengzi laughed.

Wang Meimei’s face turned red, and she sat down proudly next to Su Fengzi, looking honored.

Su Fengzi opened a napkin for her, and they began a passionate discussion about whether the Dragon Emperor liked the fourteenth Yunyang immortal more than the Crayfish Goddess.

Xing Conglian, looking at the well-dressed Teacher Su, finally understood who the suit was for.

“Interesting, right?” Lin Chen sat down beside him and smiled.

“Interesting,” Xing Conglian replied.

Wang Chao spread his chopsticks and made a face, silently despising Su Fengzi with a look that said, “You’re not braindead, are you?”

It was hard to tell whether Su Fengzi saw this look from Comrade Xiao Wang.

Lin Chen exchanged a glance with Xing Conglian, silently lamenting.

The dishes were served quickly. The four of them plus the restaurant’s boss sat at a table with more than half of the seats left empty, but the crayfish covered the entire surface.

Oil-braised crayfish, steamed crayfish oil, fried crayfish balls, scallion grilled crayfish…

To balance the richness, they also had garlic mashed cucumber, cold edamame, and marinated lotus root.

The sight was filled with red and green, and the spicy fragrance rushed to the face.

Xing Conglian ordered two bottles of Yongchuan draft beer, and as he heard the pleasant sound of the bottles being opened, he seriously considered the feasibility of acquiring Wangji.

It didn’t seem to cost much, and spreading Wangji restaurants all over the world would be a way to enhance the country’s prestige, right?

Su Fengzi continued to discuss the outline with Wang Meimei.

They had gotten to the part where the Dragon Emperor broke through and ascended to the Nine Heavens, where the great sect’s Senior Uncle’s Ancestor (female) fell in love with him at first sight, insisting on dual cultivation with the Dragon Emperor.

Upon hearing this, Wang Chao couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of cola.

Su Fengzi put down his chopsticks and looked over.

“What are you looking at me for?” Wang Chao hurriedly wiped his mouth.

“Why did you suddenly spray cola?” Su Fengzi asked sincerely.

Wang Chao, perhaps emboldened, directly said, “Because you’re selling dog meat under the guise of mutton. Let me tell you, real male channel upgrade novels with a stallion theme aren’t like this. Your work has big problems!”

Su Fengzi didn’t get angry but smiled and said, “I would like to hear more.”

Basically, when Su Fengzi showed this expression, even Xing Conglian knew not to argue directly, as this person’s thinking was too bizarre.

But perhaps Wang Chao was too delighted with the meal, or maybe Su Fengzi’s acting was too good, as he thought Teacher Su was sincerely asking, so he benevolently instructed, “First of all, your title is very perverted. I thought it was a CEO novel, but you actually wrote a stallion story. There’s nothing like ‘Martial Arts’ or ‘Different World’ in the title. You dare call it a stallion? Isn’t your title a bit effeminate?”

Xing Conglian seriously doubted whether the cola in Wang Chao’s glass had been secretly spiked with alcohol. How else could a well-behaved kid go crazy like this?

Lin Chen was peeling crayfish like nothing was happening, and Xing Conglian also lowered his head, realizing that Lin Chen was more experienced in turning a deaf ear.

“Yes,” Su Fengzi replied to Wang Chao’s criticism, showing no resistance.

“And then there’s the female ancestor from the Nine Heavens Realm; this hag is a few thousand years old… Who wants to see her sleep with the male protagonist?” Wang Chao continued.

“Shut up! How can you talk about Teacher Su’s work like that!” As expected, Teacher Su’s number one fan, Miss Wang Meimei, couldn’t agree with it and rose to her feet, rebuking Wang Chao.

Su Fengzi, the author himself, took a small sip of the tea in front of him and smiled at his fan. “Don’t be angry.”

“But Teacher Su, he’s too much. How can he be so rude!” Wang Meimei was still furious.

“He’s just a child. He’s quite cute,” Su Fengzi explained gently, with a forgiving and magnanimous expression.

“That still doesn’t allow him to speak to you like that,” Wang Meimei insisted, still upset.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Su Fengzi gestured for his fan to sit down. “Shall I take revenge for you?”

Wang Meimei was momentarily confused.

Su Fengzi turned to Wang Chao. “You sing a song.”

“What? Why suddenly ask me to sing?” Wang Chao’s mouth was still full of crayfish, and he was utterly perplexed. “Are you looking for trouble?”

“Yes.” Su Fengzi smiled.

“Hey!”

“Don’t adults usually ask children to perform for guests when they take them out for meals?” Su Fengzi said softly.

“I’m an adult!” Wang Chao shouted angrily.

“An adult, huh…” Su Fengzi rested his chin on one hand, insinuating something. “Then can you recite a poem, like ‘Preface to the Prince Teng’s Pavilion‘?”

“Screw that!” Wang Chao yelled.

Su Fengzi and Wang Meimei looked at each other and laughed.

“Cute, isn’t he?” Su Fengzi playfully pointed in Wang Chao’s direction with the end of his chopsticks, as if he were no longer teasing Wang Chao, but instead asking Wang Meimei.

“He’s adorable. I want to pinch his cheeks!” Wang Meimei revealed a creepy-aunt grin.

“He’s the prototype of Eunuch Jiangling in the book.”

“Really, it does seem like him. Oh yes, that little eunuch in the book was teased like this the first time he met the Dragon Emperor.”

The two continued to chat as if no one else was there. Su Fengzi seemed to be letting Wang Chao off, but his voice was loud, clearly speaking for Wang Chao to hear.

Comrade Xiao Wang, a pure and innocent youth, never thought that one day he would be written into a book like “The Domineering Tyrant’s Love” as an eunuch. For a moment, he was thunderstruck, his worldview shaken. However, he couldn’t help but ask, “Who is that?”

“A little eunuch beside the Dragon Emperor. Don’t worry, there is no sexual relationship between them,” Su Fengzi answered.


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Criminal Psychology Ch304

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

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


Chapter 304

For Xing Conglian, the dividing line between spring and summer was marked by the large influx of crawfish to the market.

In reality, he had no particular requirements for food and often ate instant noodles and takeout with Lin Chen.

However, just like Lin Chen’s obsession with breakfast, he had a passionate love for crawfish.

Thirteen spices were good, steamed shrimp was also nice, but only spicy crawfish was the king, unparalleled.

Moreover, in a year, there were only one or two months when crawfish reached their peak in taste, so it wasn’t excessive to drive a hundred kilometers to Yongchuan to eat crawfish for two days during the weekend.

When he proposed this idea to Lin Chen, they had just left their office building.

“Then let’s go.” Lin Chen replied.

Wang Chao cheered from behind. Xing Conglian looked up at the fiery clouds in the sky and felt that the weather was truly pleasant.

As a genuine man, there was no need to prepare when going out. They arrived in Yongchuan with just one press of the gas pedal before the sky completely darkened.

This time, of course, they didn’t need to show off or worry about being embarrassed, so they decided to find a place not far from Yongchuan University to stay.

The suburban hotels like Cohen May couldn’t even order take-out. Besides a comfortable bed, they had nothing else to offer.

However, when they were getting off the highway, Xing Conglian still sought Lin Chen’s opinion.

Lin Chen opened his phone and randomly selected a budget hotel around 500 meters from the late-night food market based on ratings. When placing the order, Wang Chao in the backseat was still complaining, “Why do you need A’Chen Gege’s help to search for things? What’s my status?”

Lin Chen turned to ask him if he had any other ideas, such as staying near the children’s amusement park…

Wang Chao seriously considered this suggestion, but in the end, his overwhelming love for spicy crawfish prevailed.

And it didn’t stop there. Perhaps Lin Chen’s question triggered some memories in Wang Chao, and the teenager started rambling about his bitter experiences and reminiscing about the sweet moments.

“At that time, we really, during our hardest times, ate canned soybeans for three months, and even our farts smelled like that.”

“We even had to chew on camel meat in the desert, and the taste was simply bizarre.”

“When the Boss said he was retiring and returning to the country, I was so happy that I cried. Finally, we wouldn’t have to eat pizza every day. It was like living like a god!”

Wang Chao’s story became more and more outrageous. He even started to cry and wipe his tears in the lobby of the budget hotel while telling Lin Chen about the first time he had spicy crabs and cried over it.

“I held onto the table and refused to leave. The Boss tricked me and said there was crab at Mailin that was even better! Later, I found out it was a lie—a complete lie!”

“Okay!”

In the elevator, although Lin Chen’s face remained calm, Xing Conglian finally couldn’t help but stop Wang Chao. “Didn’t I compensate you afterward?!”

“Wow, Boss, are you talking about the month we ate stewed mutton as compensation? Mailin, tropical climate, scorching heat, and stewed mutton, for me!”

“What’s the matter? Do you have any complaints? The stewed meat was even airlifted from China.”

“But the dipping sauce! The key is that Mailin’s lamb dipping sauce is sweet! That’s what I mean by bizarre!”

“Bizarre.”

When the elevator arrived, Lin Chen, who had had his hands in his pocket the whole time, said nonchalantly.

Xing Conglian was dumbfounded and slowly turned his head.

“Eating soybeans for three months is also excessive.”

Entering the corridor after the elevator, Lin Chen said again.

Upon hearing this, Wang Chao almost choked up and clung to Lin Chen’s thigh.

“For these two days, just order whatever you want, and your boss will pay for it.” Lin Chen swiped the room key, firmly making the final decision.

Wang Chao felt like he had won a lottery and couldn’t help but shout for joy. To show his support for his A-Chen Gege, Wang Chao immediately turned around and said he wanted to queue at Wangji Spicy Crawfish. Within three seconds, he disappeared from sight.

Lin Chen entered the room and opened the window for ventilation. The hotel’s location wasn’t great, the furnishings were simple, and the family room had a small dining area with one table and four chairs. The bar counter only had an electric kettle and some tea. Lin Chen quietly boiled water and sat in one of the chairs, waiting for it to boil.

Xing Conglian sat down across from him, wanting to say something but not knowing where to start.

The air was filled with the hissing sound of an electric kettle boiling water, and the sound of vehicles passing by outside the window was clear yet somewhat distant. The atmosphere settled into a comfortable calm.

Xing Conglian looked at Lin Chen’s face under the soft yellow light and blinked gently. “Consultant Lin, what’s wrong?”

“Obviously, I’m feeling a little sorry for you,” Lin Chen said straightforwardly.

The water had just reached a boil. Lin Chen stood up to heat the cups and brew two servings of green tea.

Xing Conglian stood up and walked over to hug him. His stubbly chin rubbed against Lin Chen’s neck, but it didn’t interrupt Lin Chen’s tea preparation.

“Then I’ll have to treat you, you little glutton. You know how much you can eat,” he said with a smile.

“But I also feel a bit emotional. After feeling emotional, it’s appropriate to be a little angry.”

When Consultant Lin mentioned being “a little angry,” it meant just that—not too much or too little.

But with that peaceful tone, Xing Conglian was afraid that he might accidentally spill hot water on him.

He could only steel himself and say, “It’s not like I can’t apologize first. If I apologize, you will surely ask me what exactly I did wrong, and if I don’t know, I’ll have to kneel on the keyboard. But how could I not know? Everything that happened before is a thing of the past, like a dream or an illusion. It’s best to view it as such, and now everything is fine…”

Lin Chen finally put down the electric kettle and turned around. He also hugged Xing Conglian in return, and Xing Conglian let out a sigh of relief.

“If it were the old me, I would probably think that since you didn’t say anything, I shouldn’t ask either, and it’s fine to respect each other’s privacy regarding some past secrets…”

“That’s right!”

“However, that’s when I had secrets that I couldn’t tell. Now that I have no secrets, how could you still have secrets… Wife.”

As Lin Chen spoke, he kissed Xing Conglian’s earlobe, causing Xing Conglian to shiver and swallow a mouthful of saliva. “What do you want to hear?”

“Let’s start with the three months of canned soybeans.” Lin Chen paused. “You can skip the classified parts.”

Xing Conglian kissed him back and earnestly expressed his loyalty. “Actually, there are no classified parts, and how could there be anything I can’t tell you?”

“Why have you never mentioned it before?”

“A true man sheds blood, not tears.”

“Hm?”

Xing Conglian fell silent but held Lin Chen tightly. He could only say, “I felt very bitter. My personal qualities were not enough, and it wasn’t appropriate to talk about it as a casual chat.”

“On this point, you’re far inferior to Wang Chao,” Lin Chen said.

Xing Conglian let out a long sigh, unable to argue.

When Lin Chen said he was “inferior”, he meant that he wasn’t as carefree as Wang Chao, who didn’t take things seriously and would bravely face any situation.

For people like them, the most common way of dealing with things was to let the past be the past, not say much about it, and leave it at that.

However, some things would not truly be in the past until the day they were mentioned again.

This was probably some form of psychological treatment, but Xing Conglian thought it could also be classified as “when you’re unhappy, I’ll kiss you to make you feel better.”

In the end, this topic didn’t continue.

Wang Chao quickly called them, shouting in a panicked tone, “Boss, there are 500 tables waiting for Wang Ji. Has the world gone crazy?”

“If it’s so hard to wait at Wang Ji, don’t you have experience? Why didn’t you hack the queue system in advance?” Xing Conglian angrily replied.

“Boss, I’m a high-level expert, hacking a small crawfish restaurant’s queue system is beneath me!” Wang Chao said angrily, then turned into a flatterer. “But I have a new idea!”

“What do you want to do?”

“Why don’t you buy Wangji now?”

“Fuck off!” Xing Conglian was furious. “Do you think I’m demeaning myself by making a call for this kind of thing?”

“I think it’s quite imposing, like a domineering president.”

“Then hacking a queue system is also quite expert-like, right?” Xing Conglian sneered. “Or can’t you get in?”

“The art of provoking doesn’t work on me.”

Wang Chao wanted to say more, but Lin Chen finally spoke helplessly. “Do you guys still want to eat?”

“Of course!”

They both said simultaneously, on the phone and in person.

“No way, huh?” Lin Chen paused, then changed his tone. “Is there a way that you both don’t want to help?”

“As ordinary people, there’s really no way,” Wang Chao said righteously.

Looking into Lin Chen’s eyes, Xing Conglian also nodded.

“Alright then.” Lin Chen took out his phone and dialed a number. “I guess I’ll have to figure something out.”

20 minutes later, they stood together at the entrance of Wangji, surrounded by a dense crowd of customers. The aroma of crayfish wafted through the door, and Wang Chao was excited. “A’Chen Gege, you truly deserve to be the man supported by the boss. One phone call, and we’ve settled it with Wangji. Can we go in now?”

“Wait a little longer.” Lin Chen’s gaze drifted, giving a non-committal reply.

Wang Chao sniffed, his face showing a worried expression.

Sure enough, just at that moment, a figure in a tailored suit emerged from the end of the street. It was a scorching hot day, yet the person was still dressed in a smoking-gray suit with a dark blue tie, like someone from another world.

Wang Chao looked at the person for a few seconds, then exclaimed in fear, “Boss, is hacking the queue system still not possible? I was wrong!”


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Full Server First Kill Ch31

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 31: Insane

Nol didn’t hesitate to use [Bloodline Suppression]. Facing a target as formidable as the shadow wolf, the second time wasn’t as effective as the first. The freezing effect wasn’t triggered, and the shadow wolf’s movement only hesitated for a moment.

While using [Bloodline Suppression], Nol summoned the skeletons of two shadow snow leopards. These leopards were massive in size, born with wind attribute magic, and they moved as if they were on flat ground when running on the snowy plains.

At the same time, Teest slammed several small balls into the ground, which exploded upon impact, releasing a pungent odor. Teest then quickly grabbed Nol by the waist and mounted one of the leopards.

In just a blink of an eye, by the time the shadow wolf’s front paws hit the ground, Nol had already been whisked away by Teest.

Dr. Zhu reacted swiftly, grabbing Rosen and jumping onto the other leopard.

“Don’t go to the hunter’s cabin,” Nol murmured. According to the game’s settings, the shadow wolf wouldn’t harm the hunter, giving players more room to operate. If the hunter was killed off, who knew if a successor would emerge from that couple.

“I know.” Teest, controlling the snow leopard, raced in the opposite direction of the cabin.

Teest didn’t want to prolong the fight. They couldn’t handle a single shadow wolf, let alone one accompanied by other threats. Jack’s defense was as thick as a turtle’s shell. Before they could break through it, the shadow wolf would have already devoured them.

Yet, uncharacteristically, Nol seemed fixated. Even when dragged onto the snow leopard by Teest, he kept his eyes on Jack, unleashing a barrage of wolf-tooth bullets. They hit the protective shield with a clattering sound and then weakly fell to the ground.

The shadow wolf leaped among the shadows of trees and rocks. Even though Teest specifically chose the most open and flat route, the creature still pursued them relentlessly.

Its shadowy web stretched out, shooting forward now and then. Teest had to dodge left and right on the snow leopard, avoiding being caught directly by the shadow web.

Moreover, there were ice spikes summoned by that burly guy that appeared from time to time. He used a “trip up technique”, making the dried grass come alive and wrap around the skeletons, making the group’s progression extremely difficult.

Nol lowered his eyes.

The shadow wolf’s attack logic remained the same—it prioritized players who had taken on the quest. But it seemed as if it couldn’t see that burly man. Could it be that he, like Teest, was an NPC with unique talents? The thought made Nol shiver involuntarily. NPCs, players… He used to analyze these terms without a second thought, but now they made him deeply uncomfortable.

Suddenly, the burly man summoned what seemed like a surfboard out of thin air and hopped onto it. The totem on the board emitted a faint glow, allowing it to glide swiftly over the snow. He pursued closely behind the shadow wolf, clearly intent on not letting them go.

“Hand over the candle!” he shouted at Teest. “You can’t escape! I’ll chop off your legs and make you cry licking my feet!”

He seemed to be enjoying this as if it were a fun game.

Nol realized that the ability to summon items out of thin air was a feature exclusive to a player’s system inventory. The burly man was indeed a player. Paired with the invincible shadow wolf, they were at a severe disadvantage.

Nol leaned back against the skeletal snow leopard, hugging Teest. Looking over Teest’s shoulder, he stared intently at the Eternalist. Nol had only encountered relatively ordinary players like Bly and Barto before. Their reactions to being trapped in the game were typical.

But what about this burly guy? Didn’t he notice the abnormalities of this world? Why did he join an organization like the Eternal Church? Why did he say such things? Why was he laughing?

“…est.” The howling cold wind fragmented Nol’s voice; he had even forgotten to use telepathy.

“What?” Teest tilted his head.

“Teest, stop,” Nol said. “We must repel that player; otherwise, we have no chance of winning.”

“To fend off the shadow wolf, I need a shield, and there’s no sturdy shield around,” Teest replied. “No offense, but your neighbors aren’t much help.”

Nol chuckled. “Who says we don’t have a shield?” Pointing to the burly man chasing them, he added, “Isn’t that one?”

Teest paused, taking a sharp breath.

Nol continued, “The shadow wolf won’t attack him. I want to know the extent of this ‘non-attack’. If it genuinely won’t attack him, then he’s the best shield. If the shadow wolf bites him, he won’t die… He’s a player.”

Teest turned, silently staring at Nol, whose beautiful blue eyes were dimmer now.

“I have to know why the shadow wolf won’t attack him,” Nol whispered while staring at a certain point in the void. “Bugs need to be addressed properly.”

“If he dies, what will you do?” Teest casually remarked. “He is, after all, your kin.”

‘But this is also my world,’ Nol thought.

“I will use a revival spell,” Nol replied calmly. “I won’t let him actually die.”

Teest smiled. It might’ve been Nol’s imagination, but this time, his smile seemed genuinely sincere. He whistled, signaling the couple to step back, and made a graceful turn with the snow leopard beside him, leaping into the snow.

Nol’s expression hardened, and with a gesture of the book in his hand, countless skeletal hands emerged beneath the burly man, firmly holding onto the protective shield and trapping him in mid-air.

Caught off guard, the burly man froze in place.

The shadow wolf charged forth. With a jump, Teest lightly landed behind the tall man. Just as the massive wolf jaws were about to reach the burly man, the shadow wolf abruptly stopped.

It looked at the tall man with confusion. Not out of fear, but more like someone who doesn’t eat cilantro discovering it in their bowl.

Finally regaining his composure, the burly man exclaimed, “Fuck!”

He tried to break free from the skeletal hands, but they kept emerging, not attacking but merely holding him up in the air, tossing him around.

Teest used the burly man as a live shield, nimbly dancing around the skeletal hands, stabbing at the shadow wolf like a silver gust of wind. The wolf, with its long neck and sharp claws, just couldn’t get a hold of him.

Alongside the attacks, a health bar appeared above the shadow wolf’s head, exaggeratedly long compared to the lich, to the point of despair.

But it didn’t matter; their goal wasn’t to defeat it.

This was a basketball game where the “Eternalist” acted as the ball and the “shadow wolf’s massive mouth” was the hoop.

The couple quickly caught onto their intentions and swiftly joined the fight.

Rosen set up rings of light spells, gathering all nearby shadows around the burly man, drastically limiting the wolf’s mobility. Julie, with Rosen on her back, dodged and jumped to avoid the combat.

Jack, seeing his struggles were futile, began to use spells. However, he wasn’t a magic-based class, and his attempts barely disrupted Teest’s movements. Even more annoyingly, each time he was about to cast, a skeletal hand would interrupt him. The magic backlash alone wiped out 20% of his health.

Jack knew the strongest players around, and none were like this.

…Where did they come from?

While the burly man, Jack, was dazed, Teest successfully baited the shadow wolf into opening its mouth. At the right moment, they tossed Jack into the wolf’s mouth.

Crack!

Jack’s protective shield was bitten through, losing four layers. The shadow wolf, eyes wide, spat him out. Before Jack could curse, he was lifted into the air again by the skeletal hands.

“Fuck you all. I’ll cut you down myself!” Jack was furious. “Wait until you fall into my hands—fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Crack! Crack!

After a familiar setup by Teest, the wolf opened its jaws again. Nol made the “shot”, and Jack’s shield dwindled to its last layer, its glow almost gone.

This won’t do; I need to run. These two are too troublesome. With me here, the shadow wolf can’t fully utilize its powers.

Painfully, Jack took out a small crystal ball and swallowed it. The next moment, he turned into a colored mist, finally escaping the skeletal hands’ grasp.

Invisibility, double agility, solid smoke, sensory disturbance… Jack ripped one spell scroll after another, disappearing into the spreading smoke.

With the burly man gone, the battle was won.

While the smoke hadn’t cleared, Teest threw a couple of stink bombs. Without the burly man’s interference, fifteen minutes later, they managed to shake off the shadow wolf.

By dawn, the four had found a secluded spot and hastily built an igloo. Teest brought out honey, and they all ate it with snow, barely restoring some energy.

This was their first encounter with the shadow wolf, and luckily, no one was injured. Nevertheless, the group looked uneasy, especially Nol.

On the contrary, Teest seemed as casual as if he was out for a night stroll… he even appeared somewhat happy.

“If you can accept quests, can the two of us also?” Rosen spoke to Nol again, seemingly trying to make conversation.

“If there’s no prompt, probably not,” Nol replied lethargically. “You can only accept quests inside the instance. You two directly possessed creatures inside, skipping the ‘entry’ step… It’s like a game bug.”

Rosen sighed. “This damn game has too many bugs. Brother, is this really a game? Is it because the system isn’t compatible with the ‘real world’ that it’s so—?”

“I haven’t found conclusive evidence yet.” Nol quickly interrupted Rosen, his face expressionless.

So far, apart from Witch Lynn that he had guessed on his own, Nol hadn’t told anyone that he was the producer himself. Even the dragon nest trio didn’t know. Initially, Nol just wanted to avoid disputes, but now he really couldn’t dare to speak out.

This fact was like a wound, gradually festering at the bottom of his heart.

There was a hint of worry in Rosen’s gaze as he looked at Nol. But when he looked at Teest, that worry turned into caution.

“The person just now seemed to be a player.” Julie deftly changed the subject. “He must have come in on a quest. Why didn’t the shadow wolf attack him?”

Nol lowered his head. “I’ve verified, it’s not that the wolf ‘never attacks’. He must have used some method to interfere with the shadow wolf’s judgment. If the fight had continued, he would’ve been bitten to death.”

After saying that, he smirked. “Theoretically, the instance shouldn’t allow items that can ‘avoid the shadow wolf’s attacks’. I’m more inclined to believe he exploited a system loophole.”

“Like wearing the hunter’s clothes?” Teest asked with a smile.

Rosen was startled. “What?!”

“When we fought earlier, I also noticed any potential items, especially since he’s a magic-poor class. Unfortunately, I didn’t detect any unknown aura, and he was using all common magical items.” Teest shrugged. “But his clothes were strange, sewn with deer and bear hides; I’ve only seen such clothing on hunters.”

“I also wore the hunter’s clothes, but the shadow wolf attacked me.” Nol pointed to his snow boots. “Dr. Julie, your sense of smell should be similar to that of the shadow wolf. What do you think? Can you smell the hunter’s scent?”

Julie sniffed a few times.

“The smell of medicine is pungent, but I can indeed smell other people’s scents,” Dr. Julie said solemnly.

“The Old Hunter is still alive, so we can’t make a direct comparison.”

Teest continued enthusiastically, “That clothing is slim and long. It doesn’t cover the Old Hunter’s big belly, but the sleeves cover his hands. It’s not the Old Hunter’s clothes—it should belong to another hunter—a dead hunter.”

Rosen frowned. “That’s not right. We’ve seen the records. When a hunter dies, their bodies vanish.”

“Unless that guy knows where the bodies have gone,” Nol said slowly.

He finally looked up, a smile on his face.

“I’ve always wondered, the cycle of the hunters is weird… Some hunters die from injuries, old age, or sickness. Some should die in their houses, so some should leave marks on the walls. But there’s nothing.”

The hunter’s cabin looked ordinary, almost identical to the original concept art. When Nol first saw it, he didn’t notice any issues. Of course, after moving in, he did notice the traces of time on it, but—

“The current hunter’s cabin has been standing for at most 40–50 years. The earliest records of the cabin date back over a century ago,” Nol stated.

Seeing his smile, Rosen frowned. “What are you trying to say?”

“In the snow, there’s a hunter’s cabin, and inside lives an enthusiastic hunter.”

Nol turned to him, his blue eyes shimmering in the dark. “When a player arrives and finds the cabin and hunter mismatched, or when there are too many strange traces in the house, that’s not good. The player would feel uneasy, so the hunter and the cabin must match. When the hunter dies, the corresponding cabin must also be ‘refreshed’.”

For a moment, no one spoke. The outside blizzard roared like a beast.

“Since the hunter’s bodies haven’t truly vanished, can I assume the hunter’s cabins also can’t just ‘refresh’ out of thin air? They might be stored somewhere in the instance, like the hunter’s bodies,” Nol said calmly. “Yes, that makes sense… That’s a complete ‘save’.”

The corners of his mouth rose. “Every time a hunter dies, his body and the cabin are both preserved, convenient for later research.”

“The system must protect the saves from being damaged, which is why the shadow wolves don’t want to attack a player wearing ‘part of the save’.”

“Oh, what about those white wolves? They’ve been hunted, and their bodies didn’t vanish,” Teest asked sweetly, as if listening to a fascinating bedtime story.

“They have simple behaviors and lack research value,” Nol replied.

“I see,” Teest murmured.

Rosen moved closer to Julie. His back was slightly hunched, clearly on guard. Julie wrapped his hand with her claw, squeezing it reassuringly.

“I understand,” Julie said in a comforting tone that doctors often have. “I’ve heard that this kind of ‘save’ seems to be purely background data and won’t manifest within the game instance.”

“If that player got the ‘save’ clothing, does it prove that this world isn’t just a simple game…?”

Nol’s smile faded.

“Perhaps,” he replied. “But we still need conclusive evidence.”

……

Jack hurried through the night, gasping for breath.

He miscalculated; those guys weren’t easy to deal with. The dwarf and wolfkin were certainly not players. Even if the mage and warrior were, including him, there should still be one more player spot left. If Crimson was here, he wouldn’t be in such a sorry state. He shouldn’t have lied about the instance being full, trying to hog all the credit for himself. Now, all he could do was grit his teeth and endure.

Tonight’s battle was a complete defeat for him. Damn, how humiliating. It was a pity the player he brought in died. Otherwise, he could’ve taken out his frustrations on him.

Jack refused to end the game like this. The style of that mage was similar to the previous masked monster—perhaps they were the same person. This was crucial information. Even if he couldn’t find the candle, he must salvage something before leaving…

No, no! This was just a lapse in his judgment. Next time, he would be better prepared.

The burly Jack trudged through the snow, one step deep and the next shallow, finally reaching his destination.

Two identical spruce trees stood about a meter apart, their roots surrounded by mirror-image clusters of weeds. Even knowing the location, Jack almost missed it.

He exhaled a frosty breath, closed his eyes, and walked right between the two trees.

When he opened his eyes again, it was still the same forest, but there was something new in the clearing—

Over twenty identical wooden cabins were neatly lined up, piled up in the snow like cubes. The cabins all looked the same, differing only in age and damage. Some had white plaster on the walls, and some were patched up with differently colored boards. One was covered inside and out with chaotic scribbles in blood, appearing almost black in the snowstorm.

It stood silent among the trees, like a quiet fortress.

Jack entered the hut in the middle of the bottom row. Inside lay the player he had brought in.

The player was frozen solid, his limbs stiff and pale. Fortunately, the extremely low temperatures meant slow decomposition, so there was hardly any smell. After briefly admiring the corpse, Jack tossed it into the snow outside, where three or four other bodies already lay, all of them well-proportioned and handsome.

Only one didn’t look so good, belonging to a male half-beast. The body was naked, with a messy, dirty beard. His left leg was torn apart by wild beasts, and his right hand still clutched a crossbow. The cabin had once belonged to him, but Jack had dragged his body out. Now it was his.

Jack lit the fireplace, carefully removed his beast-skin coat, and hung it near the flames to dry. The room gradually warmed up. Sitting down in front of the fireplace, his mood had lightened considerably since entering.

The night was deep, and a snowstorm raged outside. The warm firelight cast a soft glow over everything in the room.

“It’s quite beautiful when you look at it this way,” Jack mused, stretching out his legs and getting drowsy.

Those fools outside probably never understood what the shadow wolf was—who would have thought this place would have a “physical save”? Even Jack shuddered a bit when he first saw these identical cabins.

‘If there’s a god in this world, it must be utterly insane,’ he thought.


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Celebrating the young couple’s first basketball game together, quacking happily.

Shadow Wolf: Woof! Why do people keep forcing cilantro into my mouth when I don’t like it!

You all got fooled by Jack regarding the number of instances!

The advanced tech of the Eternal Church be like: This is what Lord Demon Jack said.jpg


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Full Server First Kill Ch30

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 30: Virtual or Reality

The sky grew darker, and spending the night outside in the cold winter was perilous. The couple couldn’t get close to the hunter’s cabin, so they simply found a nearby cave to stay in.

Nol and Teest hunted some deer, wild chickens, and rabbits. They left half for the couple and dragged two deer back to report.

“We got the deer.” Nol smiled at the old hunter.

To win the old hunter’s favor, Teest skinned the deer and portioned the meat before bringing it back. The old hunter rolled his eyes, inspecting the chunks of meat and deer skins. After a while, he scolded, “Where’s the deer blood? Both of you, imbeciles.”

His tone was harsh, like a father reprimanding his son.

“Cutting the meat in such large pieces makes it hard to dry! And the deer skin… It smells too gamey when brought inside. Where are the bones? Surely you didn’t throw them away? Idiots, both of you. You understand nothing!”

Nol’s smile twitched slightly. Should I just summon the bones to dance in front of you?

The old man’s temper was unbearable. Logically, the hunter should at least provide them with basic instructions. Yet, not only did the old hunter not guide them, he barely spoke a word unless it was to scold.

Recalling the misfortunes of other hunters, Nol swallowed his anger. “Sorry, we’ll be more careful next time.”

“What next time? You’re staying here again tonight?” The old hunter coughed. “Damn, so annoying.”

Nol, Teest: “…”

Teest maintained a smile but quietly clenched his fist, causing his knuckles to crack.

Luckily, the Mad Monk’s self-control exceeded his malice.

Late at night, after eating the deer stew Teest made, the old hunter went out with his crossbow. The moment he left, the atmosphere inside the cabin became several times more relaxed.

“For some reason, the old guy seems prejudiced against us.”

Teest slumped into a chair near the fireplace and looked like he was about to melt from the warmth of the fire. “I wonder what reward he’ll give us based on his fondness? We’ll be lucky if he doesn’t slap us.”

“I doubt it would come to that.”

Nol sighed. He was sitting cross-legged on a fur rug, engrossed in a history book.

The old hunter couldn’t be that bad; after all, he had given them boots suitable for snow. Otherwise, he could’ve just let them freeze their toes off.

At the moment, two pairs of boots are drying in front of the fireplace. Old Hunter also stuffed the boots with herbal pouches that have antibacterial and moisture-absorbing properties. As the flames heated them, a rich medicinal aroma wafted through the room.

“He seems to hate us staying in the cabin. Perfect, tomorrow we’ll…”

Mid-sentence, Nol realized Teest had dozed off.

…Indeed, he was the unpredictable Mad Monk. He probably hadn’t had a regular schedule. Given the tough environment, he was probably on edge. Nol covered Teest with a fur blanket.

The flickering firelight illuminated Teest’s face, dancing over his long hair. For a moment, Nol admired his companion’s good looks. Many players designed their characters to be handsome or beautiful, but Teest’s appearance was natural. What kind of family did he come from?

After settling Teest, Nol returned to his book. The only sounds were the rustling of pages and the crackling of wood.

He’d been catching up on this world’s history, comparing it to his memory of the game’s setting.

This continent, called Tahe, hadn’t yet understood the concept of planets.

After a long dark age, war broke out in Tahe. After centuries of strife, the era known as the Evergreen Age began, signifying peace. The history mirrored the game’s setting, except for religious aspects.

The Temples of Life and Eternal Church seemed to exist since the age of strife. They flourished and left numerous records. There were various other religions, but they faded into history.

The main storyline of Tahe was set around the 496th year of the Evergreen Age. The last time Nol checked in Whitebird City, the current date was August 7, 723, meaning he woke up more than 200 years after the game’s setting.

During these 200 years, countries that were once peaceful had conflicts, and the continental borders had shifted considerably.

The Kingdom of Gemino was originally one of the three major nations in the setting. It borders the Desolation Islands, which was ruled by the Demon King, on its west side and was under constant attack from monsters. Seeing the king doing nothing, Gemino split into two countries, East and West.

More than the shifts in the world map, Nol was more concerned about the “Demon King”.

The owner of the item shop in Whitebird City once mentioned that two hundred years ago, the dragon-blood hero Drake went to subdue the Demon King and has since been missing without a trace. Historical records also frequently mentioned the “Demon King.” Books on the Demon King weren’t detailed, only noting that he dwells across the Endless Sea. No one had ever successfully defeated him, so there wasn’t much information.

People only knew that the Demon King’s power corrupted the land, causing everything to decay and die, making him the nemesis of all living things. Even the Eternal Church, which venerates death, didn’t get along with the Demon King.

…This setting seemed very clichéd, and Nol couldn’t quite figure it out.

He was only sure that in his “Tahe World” game, there was no such thing as a “Demon King”. The enemies the players faced were just crazed monsters or evil humans with ambitions.

“Desolation Islands”—just by its name, it shouldn’t be in a casual game.

The players and neighbors trapped here, the missed two hundred years, the suddenly appearing gods and a Demon King… there were too many unknown puzzles. Nol decided to prioritize the most important one.

He needed to first figure out if this place was a game or reality, as it was directly related to their plan to go home.

Organizing his thoughts, Nol put down the book and decided to spend the remaining time studying magic.

Now, he could save on sleep, as the rules of the “advanced undead ” were waiting for him to explore.

……

Teest quickly woke up, as he never slept deeply. He noticed the blanket on him and smelled the peppered meat soup.

Nol filled an iron cup with soup and warmed it by the fireplace. Seeing Teest awake, he looked up with a smile and threw the paper filled with writings and calculations into the fire.

“We don’t have milk here. Drink some soup before heading out. Your shoes are dried and over there,” Nol said, taking a cup for himself. “It’s been exactly two and a half hours. The old hunter should be back soon.”

Teest looked at him for a while. “How did you know I wanted to go out?”

“Because we didn’t find any clues during the day,” Nol replied with a mysterious smile. “The night might hide more secrets.”

…Sorry, he actually knew that the white wolf would only come out at night! But it was hard to explain. If the player’s affinity with the hunter was high, the hunter would provide this clue. Since they couldn’t rely on the old hunter, Nol had to step in.

Fortunately, Teest was smart, so he wasn’t too concerned.

Teest took a couple of sips of the soup and exhaled. “Not bad. I was planning to stay up.”

The two were on the same page.

Woken up in the middle of the night by Nol, the couple got ready without a word. They made simple preparations and ventured into the dark.

The wolfkin Julie and Nol joined forces. The four of them conducted a wolf census in the vicinity—two pinpointed the wolf’s location.

Nol set up a skeletal trap, and Julie tackled it, pinning down its neck. Under the intimidation of the gray wolfkin, those wolves barely whimpered.

There were brown, gray, and even a few black wolves, but no white wolves. To ensure the white wolf didn’t stain itself, they scrubbed every wolf with snow.

“Could it be that the mission’s time is too short and the white wolf didn’t spawn?” Rosen, seated on his wife’s shoulder, stroked his chin in confusion. It wasn’t that he was too lazy to walk; when Officer Luo stepped into the snow, her short legs were mostly buried. Julie was worried he’d get lost.

“It’s probably bad luck,” Nol replied, sounding disheartened.

This was supposed to be a fun and peaceful game instance.

Players would enter, search for the white wolf’s traces in a vast snowy forest, and enjoy the wonderful snowy scenery out of season. They could taste the delicacies of the snowfields and watch the unique animals of the cold regions.

Enthusiastic hunters would share legends and assist players in completing tasks. If they unfortunately encountered the shadow wolf, players would just black out and find themselves outside the instance.

Now? NPCs who entered mistakenly were brainwashed into becoming the hunter. And if they were caught by a shadow wolf, it probably wasn’t as simple as “black out and get kicked out of the instance.”

The shadow wolf surely hovered around the white wolf. The fact they didn’t encounter the white wolf right away might be a good thing. Nol was more concerned about the lurking Eternalist. If possible, he wanted to catch that person first.

“Should we look elsewhere?” Thinking of this, Nol suggested. “We still have time. I’d like to see the relics of where humans once lived.”

Maybe this could pique the curiosity of the Eternalist and lure them out.

“Good idea.” Teest’s gaze wandered around constantly. He was obviously considering the same thing.

For a brief moment, Rosen showed a troubled expression. He glanced at Julie, who first shook her head, then nodded.

“I’ll lead the way,” Julie said calmly. “I’ll take you to the biggest ruins.”

Upon arriving at their destination, Nol seemed to understand Rosen’s dilemma.

Here, the site was located next to a rocky hill, with several logs scattered around, indicating there once was a small community. Around the cave, there were even three or four collapsed tents.

The lost people had made weapons out of stone and built stoves and tables using mud and bones. On the table was a bowl carved out of wood, with its remnants of soup long frozen. Large animal skins were spread on the stone beds, with three frozen corpses lying on top.

A man and a woman clung to each other face-to-face, with a four- or five-year-old child between them. The three were emaciated, their faces showing twisted pain. Their bodies were pale like stone, almost blending in with the stone bed.

They clung tightly to each other, fingers digging into each other’s skin. The extreme cold had preserved every detail of their bodies, from the child’s thin face, the woman’s swollen right arm, to the terrifying bite mark on the man’s leg.

The walls of the cave were inscribed with words, which later turned into blood writing. It started with pleas and prayers but ended with curses of despair. Compared to this place, the Dragon Tomb Garden seemed so peaceful.

Nol stood still, already chilled by the cold wind, but now he felt like the cold had penetrated his soul. Those curses seemed like sharp arrows, piercing him from head to toe.

‘It shouldn’t be like this,’ Nol thought, bewildered.

Not long ago, he approached challenges with a puzzle-solving mindset. The plight of the trapped was tragic, but it was just fragments of a story. Now, this scene violently invaded his mind.

Is this your world? A tiny voice whispered in his heart.

All this happened because you didn’t give the hunter a fixed personality, just as you didn’t name the master of the lich. Your neighbors, your kin, the locals… everyone is suffering, dying in the world you created.

Can this world still be called a “game”? 

No, it must be a game. It cannot be real. It absolutely can’t be.

“This is not a place where a village can thrive. Too few resources, harsh weather, and people who come here are almost unprepared,” Rosen murmured, lifting his torch higher to brighten the space.

“Actually, considering the circumstances, they did relatively well. They had a somewhat normal life for a while and left in a dignified manner.”

Julie gently touched the corpses and sighed. “The others had it worse. I don’t recommend you look… Some preferred to eat their family and friends rather than die of cold and hunger.”

Nol didn’t reply. In the dark cave, he felt like he was about to be swallowed whole.

“Brother, are you sure you’re okay? Don’t force yourself. Even us police need counseling when faced with such scenes.” Rosen walked towards Nol while casting a discreet glance at Teest.

Teest looked at the scene indifferently, unfazed, as if the family on the bed were genuinely stone statues. Compared to the tragic scene, he seemed more interested in Nol.

In the darkness, those golden eyes kept staring at Nol, not moving for a second.

“I’m fine.” Nol took a deep breath after half a minute. “You chose this place not just because it’s more… peaceful, right?”

Rosen hummed in agreement. He walked over to a part of the cave wall, tiptoed, and pointed to the densely written words: [Look here.]

According to the records on the wall, six people initially arrived. One of them unfortunately became the hunter, but he seemed more temperate than other hunters—he had a brief conversation with his family, who came to recognize him.

The hunter said he couldn’t provide them with supplies or help. He could only offer these conveniences to the “players”, for the “players” were his real family.

“I thought I misunderstood at first, but now it seems that the word refers to ‘players’,” Rosen moved a few steps and pointed to another spot. “Look at this.”

The record was shorter this time.

The master of this place found a white wolf. The white wolf was docile and wouldn’t attack humans, making it perfect prey. When a white wolf was hunted, another one would appear the next day—equally docile and white, but possibly of different age and size.

“It seems that not only hunters have been replaced by cycles, but they are really well-prepared.”

Teest spoke with a light tone. “After all, the white wolf is just an ordinary wild beast. With so many wolves here, catching one, dyeing its fur, and brainwashing it is much easier than dealing with humans.”

Nol punched the stone wall. His flesh was damaged but quickly healed, leaving only cold blood stains behind.

“Shh…”

Seeing this, Teest took two steps closer and supported Nol from behind. He stood between the couple and Nol, blocking Rosen’s view.

Nol let him hold him.

He had a false heartbeat, but his body was extremely cold. Teest’s hands felt as hot as flames. Through the thin fabric, Nol almost felt burned by those hands.

“Don’t be so upset,” Teest whispered, his voice almost bewitching. “The past is the past. You still have time to save your neighbors. Save that punch for the Eternalists.”

‘But this is no longer about the neighbors,’ Nol thought. Even so, he managed to force a wry smile.

He then turned to Rosen and Julie. “I’m sorry, I lost control a bit.”

“The smell of blood!” Rosen was about to reply when Julie suddenly spoke up.

Teest instantly activated a skill to remove their auras, followed by Nol’s invisibility—after the upgrade of the dragon-skin notebook, he no longer cared about conserving invisibility space. To outsiders, the four of them seemed to disappear on the spot.

Julie set Rosen on her shoulder and nodded silently to the two men. Rosen clenched his teeth, casting an AOE wind spell. The group moved silently on the snow, leaving no footprints.

The scent of blood came from a giant polar bear.

This bear could reach a height of four meters. Although it was huge, it was very agile. At this moment, it was fighting a large black wolf and was clearly losing.

The giant wolf was nearly three meters tall, pitch black to the point that its fur details were indiscernible. From their distance, they could only see its glowing red eyes, and its blood-covered fangs, tongue, and claws.

It was the Shadow Wolf, a symbol of disaster.

Its shadow seemed alive, entangling the polar bear like a fishing net, rendering it immobile.

The Shadow Wolf easily tore through the thick bear skin. With each bite and claw, blood spurted. The polar bear’s continuous howls made it sound like a helpless lamb. The worst part was that the Shadow Wolf seemed to be playing more than hunting—after feasting on the softest belly meat and organs, it left.

It didn’t run away, but instead jumped effortlessly, merging into the shadows of the trees.

The one-sided hunt lasted less than five minutes.

Nearby, the group remained still. As the bear’s corpse began to freeze, Officer Luo couldn’t hold back anymore.

“…Damn, bullets probably can’t penetrate that thing’s hide,” Rosen murmured.

“Nol said this is a plot boss. It’s not meant for you to defeat.”

Julie spoke casually, but her tone was serious. “We should find the white wolf quickly. If this creature can move through shadows, it’ll be hard to detect and defend against.”

“You two,” Teest cleared his throat, “I think you spoke too soon.”

Something warm and pungent dripped onto everyone’s heads, translucent with a faint hue of blood.

Teest pulled Nol close while Julie grabbed Rosen, and they retreated in opposite directions. The Shadow Wolf missed its bite, its lower half still tucked within the shadow of a huge rock.

It bared its teeth at them, exhaling a mist full of the scent of blood.

Nol deactivated his invisibility, directly invoking the Dragon’s [Bloodline Suppression]. The Shadow Wolf whimpered, freezing in mid-air.

Teest wanted to draw his sword, but Nol stopped him. “Run!”

Although the Lich Valdorlock’s strength adjusted according to player strength, the lich was designed for players to defeat, while the Shadow Wolf was designed to defeat players.

“Can this thing be stronger than a dragon?” Teest asked while running.

“Impossible. There’s basic logic in species strength,” Nol said. “But it’s a special monster, definitely at least twice as strong as the lich.”

“Brother, give me a comparison I can understand,” Officer Luo said while catching wind on Julie’s shoulder.

Nol replied calmly, “A bite from the Shadow Wolf is like an ordinary wolf biting a mouse.”

“Tsk.” Teest suddenly hit the brakes.

Nol tensed up, wondering if Teest was about to lose it again. But he soon saw the reason—

“We meet again.”

A tall figure in a cloak blocked their path. He held a long sword, layered with multiple protective barriers.

“The skull mask from last time isn’t here? …A dwarf, wolfkin, mage. Ah, I see. So, the one who wielded the sword last time was you.”

He raised his right hand, pointing the blade directly at Teest. “Tell me where the candle is, or I’ll give you a taste of hell.”

Nol clenched his teeth, taking a step forward. “Have you lost your mind? The Shadow Wolf will be here any moment, and it’ll tear apart every living thing—”

“Except for me.” The tall man laughed.

The next second, the Shadow Wolf leapt out from his shadow, lunging straight for Nol.


The author has something to say:

The ordinary wolves around: In the middle of the night, a bunch of freaks break into our home, pin us down, and give us baths one by one. Any ideas, everyone?

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Regarding the confusion in the last chapter about the number of players in the instance… I have probably three things to explain!

① Do not believe the nonsense of the Eternalists.

② Do not believe the nonsense of the Eternalists.

③ About whether Teest is considered a player… You can think of him as an offline player? He’s still a player, can level up, take on quests, and get rewards… but that’s pretty much all he can do.

The same goes for the people in Nol’s community (those with incomplete player rights).


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Criminal Psychology Ch303

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

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


Chapter 303

On weekends without work, life would change from a police drama to a sitcom, possibly the comedy type.

Lin Chen wanted to get up early but wasn’t careful when he got out of bed. While stuffing his hug pillow into Xing Conglian’s arms, he accidentally woke up Captain Xing.

At that time, he still held the pose of bending over and pinching the corner of the hug pillow. Xing Conglian probably felt something was off and opened his eyes in a flash, catching him red-handed.

Their eyes met, and the scene was very awkward for a moment.

“I… wanted to make you breakfast,” Lin Chen pointed to the closed door, saying seriously.

“You didn’t say that before going to bed last night.”

Xing Conglian embraced the pillow. A blue blanket was draped around his waist, exposing his strong chest and muscular arms. His skin was even fairer than Lin Chen’s, and as he lay on the deep blue satin sheets, he looked quite charming, though his moist green eyes looked very aggrieved.

Lin Chen felt a stir, but he steadied his heart and breath and earnestly said, “Captain Xing, you can just ignore what a man says when he’s lost in passion.”

He pinched Xing Conglian’s ear to comfort him.

“Is my technique not good?” Xing Conglian sat up, insisting on asking.

“Very good.”

“Weren’t you comfortable yesterday?”

“Very comfortable,” Lin Chen answered truthfully.

“You said we would do it again this morning. Why did you sneak away?”

Lin Chen sighed deeply and sat down on the bed. “Because it was too comfortable, I felt physically exhausted, and my legs are weak now.”

Xing Conglian wrapped his arms around his waist, slightly doubtful after hearing this answer. “Really?”

“Really.” Lin Chen nodded.

In an instant, Xing Conglian let him go, retreating to the other side of the wooden bed.

“What’s wrong?” Lin Chen asked.

“Consultant Lin, hurry and leave. I’m afraid I might lose control of myself,” Xing Conglian said, gritting his teeth, looking quite restrained.

Lin Chen found his acting first thing in the morning utterly adorable. So, he sat on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs, gently caressing the bedsheet, and chose not to leave.

“Why… are you not leaving?” Xing Conglian frowned, pretending to ask in pain.

Lin Chen didn’t speak and started unbuttoning his newly put-on home wear from bottom to top.

The curtains were still drawn, so the dim light cast an ambiguous shadow, outlining Xing Conglian’s handsome face.

Lin Chen bent down, hugged his back, and gently bit his shoulder.

Xing Conglian chuckled. “I’ll just rub it. I won’t go in.”

“Okay…”

But since this was a sitcom, there must be something to interrupt after he said “okay”.

Sure enough, at that moment, the living room resonated with Wang Chao’s agonizing cry.

Lin Chen rolled off Xing Conglian, panting.

The latter was even more direct, sternly saying, “Should I go kill him?”

Lin Chen’s heart almost stopped. He stroked Xing Conglian’s forehead and said, “Just knock him out with some chloroform or something?”

However, Wang Chao obviously wouldn’t give them the chance to discuss what drug to use.

“Boss, Boss, A’Chen Gege! Xiao Wang is missing!”

The teenager pounded at their bedroom door, shouting loudly.

……

“Is this what you call ‘missing’?”

About a minute and thirty seconds later, they stood by the window facing the river in the living room while Xing Conglian coldly questioned Wang Chao.

The gauze window was torn with a large hole, and the light blue plastic gauze that was bitten was swaying in the wind. Just outside the torn window, on the lower left corner of the air conditioner unit, Comrade Xiao Wang was fearlessly basking in the sun.

Indoors, Wang Chao was sweating so profusely that he might even kneel down and beg for mercy in the next three seconds. “I… I… I was too nervous about Xiao Wang’s safety!”

“Hm?” Lin Chen stood against the wall with his arms folded and surprisingly joined in the conversation.

“A’Chen Gege, look. When I got up and saw such a big hole, I was afraid that Xiao Wang had accidentally taken a leap of faith into the river and died. It’s well known…”

Before finishing the sentence, the orange cat lying on the air conditioner unit woke up leisurely.

Every strand of its fur was sparkling. It got up, shook its fur, and then turned its plump body around. Its front paws reached the window ledge, and then it kicked with its hind legs, swiftly passing through the hole and landing steadily on the floor. Its agile figure was the best mockery to Wang Chao.

“Haha.” Xing Conglian laughed out loud.

Wang Chao’s face turned red, and he grabbed the orange cat’s waist and shouted. “I’ll fight you!”

Then…

Xiao Wang shook his front paw and slapped Wang Chao firmly on the face.

This time, even Lin Chen couldn’t help but laugh.

Wang Chao was shocked, covering his face, and watched as Xiao Wang’s figure slowly walked away, unable to believe everything he had just experienced.

The teenager pointed to the cat and then pointed to his own cheek.

“It hit me!”

“Well deserved.”

Xing Conglian responded smoothly.

Wang Chao held his chest, feeling very hurt, looking as if he was about to run away from home.

Lin Chen took a step forward, blocking Wang Chao’s escape route, causing the teenager to almost fall to the ground.

Xing Conglian kicked Wang Chao’s butt.

“Stop pretending,” Lin Chen said. “You can’t run away.”

“You two are teaming up on me!” Wang Chao shouted aggrievedly. “I really just care too much about cats.”

Lin Chen leaned against the wall and looked at Xing Conglian. “Zhang Xiaolong said that the bureau has been shorthanded in organizing old paper files recently.”

“Yeah, a big group of people have to work overtime on weekends.”

“It’s too hard.”

“Indeed.”

“If there’s extra help, especially someone skilled in computers, it should improve efficiency, right?”

“Naturally, as colleagues in the police station, we should lend a hand.”

At this point, they both looked at Wang Chao.

“This is the first weekend I’ve had off in twenty days!” Wang Chao stated indignantly.

“You care too much about cats that you don’t need this kind of vacation,” Lin Chen said.

“Get lost!” Xing Conglian summed up the statement.

……

Although Xiao Wang’s disappearance was just a false alarm and it ended with Comrade Wang Chao working 48 hours of overtime, Lin Chen later searched online and found that plastic gauze windows were easily torn by cats. This was their mistake.

The disrupted morning couldn’t continue, so Lin Chen and Xing Conglian changed their clothes, closed all the doors and windows, had a quick breakfast, and went straight to the home improvement store.

Of course, the salesperson recommended replacing all the doors and windows at home and gave a very shocking quote.

There were too many doors and windows at home, so they calculated the price and found it unnecessary.

Xing Conglian searched for DIY cat protection net tutorials online, and he and Lin Chen studied it together. They felt that it seemed safer than replacing all the gauze windows.

So, ignoring the disdainful eyes of the salesperson, they turned around and left, went to the hardware area, and bought a bunch of materials based on the measurements.

In the afternoon, the other party arranged for the delivery.

Lin Chen looked at the large pile of wire mesh in the courtyard and then at the police captain, who had changed into a sleeveless vest and was ready to work vigorously and gave up the idea of helping.

“Consultant Lin, you rest. I’ll take care of everything!”

Xing Conglian stood in the sunlight, stepping on the wire mesh with excitement.

He had broad shoulders and graceful muscle lines, making him even more attractive under the sun. Lin Chen scanned him from head to toe, then headed to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and grab a random book. He lay down under the umbrella, signaling Xing Conglian to proceed as he pleased.

Captain Xing was experienced in outdoor survival, and repairing equipment was a piece of cake for him. He had complete supplies at home.

Lin Chen watched him move a large pile of tools from the cellar of the gazebo, some of which might come in handy, while others might not, and continued drinking his tea.

Perhaps Xing Conglian’s movements were too loud. Starting from when he began cutting, Xiao Wang, who had been sleeping on the cherry tree in the courtyard, was suddenly awakened.

The orange cat, who was still half asleep, rubbed against the pink cherry blossoms a few times, looking dazed and not very stable.

Lin Chen put down his teacup and walked to the foot of the tree. Xiao Wang cooperated well and jumped down gracefully, hitting Lin Chen’s chest like a cannonball. The famous saying “ten oranges, nine are fat*” was indeed well-deserved. Lin Chen took a few steps back before catching the cat.

*It’s a saying referring to how, out of 10 orange cats, nine are fat.

“Are you okay?” Not far away, Captain Xing, who was working seriously, even took the time to show concern.

Lin Chen waved at him and held Xiao Wang by the neck, sitting back under the umbrella and yawning.

With a cat on his lap, tea in his hand, his lover in “revealing” clothes not far away, the warm sunshine and sweet cherry blossoms, and a book purely for show, it made him feel drowsy, so he actually fell asleep.

The nap wasn’t long. At least Lin Chen felt that he was probably woken up by something licking him as soon as he closed his eyes. The tongue was smooth and flexible, obviously not Xiao Wang’s. Lin Chen chuckled and hooked the person’s neck without opening his eyes.

The other person struggled and said, “Let go, let go. I need to work.”

Lin Chen opened his eyes.

Xing Conglian’s face was very close to him. His white overalls were soaked with sweat and thin to the point of transparency. Their noses were almost touching, and their breaths were entwined.

Lin Chen playfully nudged Xing Conglian’s calf with his foot and wrapped his arm around his waist, gradually lifting his overalls. He said seriously, “Here, I’m working too.”


Kinky Thoughts:

Never trust a man when he says, “just the tip” or “I won’t put it in”.


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Criminal Psychology Ch302

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

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


Chapter 302

Adopting Xiao Wang was a wonderful accident.

It was pouring that day, and Wang Chao went out to the internet cafe to play games, coming back home drenched like a drowned rat.

As he was shaking his hair under the eaves, he saw a cat, soaked and muddy, crouching by his feet, shaking off the water with him.

“Wow, I think this is a wonderful fate, so I took it in!” Lin Chen opened the door to find a soaked teenager pointing at the soaked cat at his feet saying this.

There was muffled thunder in the sky, and dark clouds pressed low.

Everything, including the pond’s koi, was gloomy and damp, and only the teenager’s smile was brilliant.

Lin Chen crouched down and petted the cat lying on its back, showing its belly, and found it to be a similarly brilliant orange cat, so he had no reason to refuse.

Lin Chen turned and led the two wet comrades into the house.

He found a fluffy large bath towel from the wardrobe to wrap the cat, while Wang Chao had already shouted “so cold” and rushed into his bathroom.

Lin Chen held the cat by the window to dry it.

Outside the window, the rain was heavy, turning the river into black mud. The sound of splashing water came from the bathroom. The room was filled with the unique chill of the southern region, but when holding the cat, everything was peaceful and warm, even carrying the unique warmth of small animals.

In short, the connection between cats and people always caught one off guard. Often, you wouldn’t think much before going out, but when you came back, suddenly you were a person with a cat.

However, for Wang Chao, this serendipity lasted only until Xing Conglian came back from duty.

Xing Conglian came in and saw the cat sleeping on the rush mat while closing his umbrella, so he threw the umbrella at the door, and excitedly went to Lin Chen, exclaiming, “Wow, do we have a cat now?”

Wang Chao, hiding in the corner playing mobile games, heard this and jumped up, shouting, “It’s not ‘we’, thank you. This is my cat!”

But Xing Conglian paid no attention to what Wang Chao said, as the view by the window was too good.

Lin Chen was sitting cross-legged on another rush mat, holding his chin in one hand and looking at his phone, showing a serious and thoughtful side face and a delicate, flexible neck.

His other hand was slanting by his side, with the fluffy head of the orange cat resting on the back of his hand, leaving only his fingertips lightly touching the edge of the rush mat, as if trying to maintain balance, afraid to pull his hand away carelessly.

Xing Conglian quietly came over, crouched down next to Lin Chen, and looked at the round orange cat, clicking his tongue in admiration. He was so happy he didn’t know what to say.

He leaned over and kissed Lin Chen’s ear, then asked in a low voice, “What should we name our cat?”

Lin Chen did not answer but looked at the irate Comrade Xiao Wang next to him.

The teenager immediately came over and seriously gave his opinion. “I’ve thought about it. Let’s name it Pikachu! The color, the cuteness, it’s all very close!”

Probably because Wang Chao’s voice was too loud, the orange cat suddenly lifted its head and looked at him in confusion with its green eyes, not knowing what was going on.

“What?” Xing Conglian didn’t understand.

“It’s Pikachu from ‘Pokémon’!”

“Did you say Mantis Shrimp*?” Xing Conglian asked back.

*Clarity: Pikachu (卡丘) vs [Pipixia] (皮皮)

“That joke’s outdated, Boss. You older people’s pop culture sense is so embarrassing,” Wang Chao said seriously.

Xing Conglian was about to grab Wang Chao’s scalp.

Lin Chen relaxed his palm and scratched the orange cat’s fluffy forehead with his fingertips, staring into the cat’s eyes, and seriously asked, “Xiao Wang?”

The orange cat meowed softly.

“Eh?” The teenager was quite bewildered.

Xing Conglian stared at Lin Chen’s finger, reacting faster. “Calling it Xiao Wang is good. How about adding an eight*?”

*Clarity: The joke is [wang] () combined with eight () becomes bastard/son of a bitch (王八). So it’s like Little Bastard (in reference to Wang Chao).

“Why, what kind of joke is this?” Wang Chao was dissatisfied.

“Because it’s similar,” Lin Chen casually replied, looking at the teenager in front of the sofa and then at the clever orange cat on the rush mat.

The heavy rain came and went in haste.

Wang Chao was tangled in a matter regarding the name for a while, but the rain stopped, and the sky revealed a pale gold hue at dusk.

Lin Chen put his mobile phone back in his pocket, finally stood up, found a canvas bag at home to put the cat in, and prepared to leave with it on his back.

Seeing this, Xing Conglian went to the door ahead of time and stood in front of Lin Chen. “Consultant Lin, can we still be with people with a cat?”

“A’Chen Gege, where are you taking Xiao Wang?” Wang Chao asked from behind.

Lin Chen put on his shoes and waved his phone at them. “The encyclopedia says, if you find a stray cat, first take it to the vet for a check-up…”

He picked up the bag, walked a few steps, and looked back at them. “Why don’t we have teppanyaki for dinner?”

Wang Chao cheered while Xing Conglian took the bag holding the cat from Lin Chen but didn’t seem very pleased.

They walked along Yanjia Lane.

After a downpour, the river had risen considerably, and households along the street began to cook; the fragrance of cooking oil wafted everywhere.

Black tiles, white walls, green trees, yellow flowers, humid air.

Xing Conglian put a cigarette in his mouth but, realizing he was still carrying the cat, didn’t light it.

Lin Chen walked beside him and naturally held his other hand. Xing Conglian quickly grasped it, feigning seriousness on his face.

“Captain Xing, what are your demands? You can raise them now,” Lin Chen casually asked.

“When can we have a world for just the two of us, without any third wheels?” Xing asked.

Xing Conglian looked back at the mentally handicapped teenager, who was walking a long way behind them and was still playing with his phone while yelling. He was quite upset.

“When we sleep,” Lin Chen said seriously.

“That’s restrictive too. You’ve been very suppressed lately, Consultant Lin. It’s not good for your health in the long run, right?” Xing Conglian approached while asking with a smile.

“Don’t you like this style?” Lin Chen’s dark eyes lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Such a light smile, yet Xing Conglian felt his heart touched by a soft feather.

He immediately thought of Lin Chen’s restraint and suppression, even curling his toes in his sleep, and wanted to throw both the cat and Wang Chao away and take Lin Chen home immediately.

Lin Chen was clearly teasing, saying, “But we have a cat tonight, so it might not work.”

The cat was uncomfortable in the canvas bag, peering out, not understanding what they were saying.

Xing Conglian held up the cat, looking at its fluffy paws and head. Although the cat was… utterly adorable, having those eyes watch them at night during their passionate times seemed inappropriate…

With resolve, he shouted, “Wang Chao, get your ass over here.”

The teenager ran over instinctively, braking suddenly when he realized he was being too obedient, and yelled, “What for, Boss!”

Xing Conglian was heartbroken, but Lin Chen slightly lowered his head, looking regretful.

He could only bear the pain and hand the canvas bag to Wang Chao, emphasizing, “Your cat!”

Wang Chao was shocked. “What!”

“Only yours at night!” Xing Conglian stressed.

The pet hospital was where Duan Yang once worked.

Time had changed, and the doctor was now a very cute girl. She patiently examined the cat, gave it a bath, dewormed it, and told them to come back for vaccinations in a few days.

Apart from being overweight, their cat had no problems, which greatly pleased Xing Conglian.

Wang Chao, to assert his authority over Xiao Wang, paid all the examination fees and bought various cat supplies, insisting he could carry the cat litter, cat food, litter box, and the cat itself back home without any issues.

Xing Conglian had no objection.

It was already dark. Lin Chen was still holding hands with him; his handsome face held an indescribable meaning in the hazy night.

Xing Conglian thought back to Lin Chen’s reaction to the cat and suddenly realized he might have overlooked something.

“You… don’t actually like cats?” he asked.

Lin Chen looked at him helplessly. “No, I like them.”

“Then…”

“Why didn’t I help you and instead let you give the cat to Wang Chao?” Lin Chen asked.

“Mm.”

Lin Chen smiled, stopped, and ruffled Xing Conglian’s hair.

Under the dim streetlight, this simple gesture almost made Xing Conglian’s heart leap out of his throat.

Just then, Lin Chen leaned forward. His gentle breath brushed Xing Conglian’s ear.

“Because, the only one who can sleep with you is me, Captain Xing.”


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