Evil As Humans Ch231

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 231: Unexpected Discovery

“There is also a saying among humans about ‘getting stuck in a bug’. Some spaces may appear no different from their surroundings, but they are actually paper-thin and very easy to accidentally get stuck in.”

Qi Xin wandered around the area pointed out by Qiqi, observing and explaining as she went.

“What I do is similar to finding a crack and forcibly prying it open to squeeze myself out. What I can teach you is simply the ‘prying’ action—”

She paused at a certain spot and gestured with her hands. “—just like this.”

The originally empty space gradually distorted into a black-gray vortex. Initially the size of a bowl’s opening, it turned slowly and laboriously. Then, with cracking sounds of crumbling, the vortex spun faster and grew larger, eventually reaching a size barely enough for a person to pass through.

Dr. Meiqiu, in a predatory motion, seemed eager to try. However, at that moment, Qi Xin raised her hand, quickly calming the vortex.

“The path you previously took was a pre-established route, like walking in a prepared tunnel. Crossing between two realms is not that simple.”

Qi Xin glanced at the disgruntled Meiqiu.

“To break through the space on your own is like digging and advancing in quicksand; a slight distraction can lead to losing your way. I can only teach you the technique, but you must gauge your own abilities.”

Next was a strict hands-on teaching session by Qi Xin. Similar to Yin Ren’s expectations, this method wasn’t magic. In short, to break open space, one needed a powerful and meticulous imagination as well as a high level of mental focus.

Meiqiu was the first “God” to create a rudimentary passage.

When it discovered the appearance of the passage, it proudly moved its whiskers, but in the next moment, the passage burst like a soap bubble.

Dr. Cat’s ears drooped, and it tried again. The next vortex appeared just as quickly, but each time it transformed into the size of a walnut, the small vortex met its demise.

“Infinite Ability user, huh? No wonder your calculations and imagination are so astounding,” Qi Xin said, unfazed. “But your focus is too scattered.”

Meiqiu confidently retorted, “It’s not my fault.” It was a natural trait of its species.

After creating several passages, it showed signs of deflation throughout its entire body. “Forget it. It doesn’t matter if I never go back there anyway. I’m tired. I want to go back and sleep.”

Yin Ren beside it was speechless and choked up. At the moment, this cat seemed to be their best hope. Unfortunately, Dr. Cat’s temper was too foul, and they couldn’t force it to do anything.

“Think about your thesis,” the Great Celestial Master advised earnestly. “If you can’t go back…”

“I pursue knowledge to satisfy my curiosity, not to contribute to humans.” Meiqiu flicked its tail, sounding extremely disdainful. “Even if all humans were wiped out, I would still continue my research. Goodbye.”

With a flick of its paw, it disappeared effortlessly into thin air, presumably returning to its base.

Gao Mengyu’s cat looked on with wide eyes, and its two fleshy limbs once again kneaded the cat’s tablecloth. It seemed to hold great reverence for this “true cat”.

Yin Ren looked at Zhong Chengshuo and wanted to say something. Zhong Chengshuo, with his eyes tightly shut, seemed lost in thought, and it appeared it wasn’t suitable to interrupt him.

So Yin Ren obediently sat back in his original position, holding his breath and meditating.

He had imagination. His computational ability might not rival that of the “Infinite” cheater, but after studying magical arts for so many years, he could still be considered a genius. Yin Ren suspected that he had a similar problem to Dr. Cat—he was accustomed to being absent-minded, and over time, random thoughts were prone to naturally grow in his mind.

For example, at this moment, upon hearing Qi Xin’s “Hmm?” sound, Yin Ren couldn’t help but open one eye and sneak a glance.

The space in front of Zhong Chengshuo had changed.

Unlike Dr. Cat or Qi Xin, his vortex didn’t gradually expand. There was a sudden explosion, and a perfectly round, pitch-black hole appeared before him, resembling an alarmed eye.

“Old Fear… Are you calculating everything from the beginning?” Qi Xin clicked her tongue. “That’s also a method. Remember this feeling and maintain it.”

Zhong Chengshuo seemed as if he hadn’t heard her. He opened his eyes with his dull gaze fixed on the black hole about the height of a person in front of him. After hesitating for a moment, he stepped one foot into it.

Yin Ren couldn’t sit still any longer. “Hey!”

“Shh.” Qi Xin stopped him. “Let him go. If necessary, I’ll bring him back.”

Yin Ren said, “That’s not the issue—”

A thousand years ago, even when it was in a stage of confused thinking, the Black Rabbit would still hop around seeking liberation. Love stretched open a gap and spilled a large amount of flesh and blood in the Divine Descent twenty-nine years ago.

It was difficult to forcibly distort the laws of nature and come out unscathed.

Qi Xin glanced at Yin Ren, who had a worried expression on his face. “That’s enough. His current form is safer than yours. The power of ‘Fear’ won’t simply disappear. Since he has abandoned the offensive direction, his defense shouldn’t be lacking.”

“Have you ever seen someone riding a unicycle? As soon as Old Fear finds balance, if you jump onto his ride, both of you will be done for,” she added a final sarcastic remark.

Yin Ren made an effort to keep his feet steady, nervously staring at Zhong Chengshuo’s back. Like being swallowed by an upright dark pool, Zhong Chengshuo’s body was instantly engulfed by darkness.

“At most, five minutes,” Qi Xin said. “Don’t worry, a beginner can’t hold on for long.”

“Why?” Yin Ren asked.

“You’ll find out when you tear a hole yourself.” Qi Xin chuckled.

Zhong Chengshuo acted as if he didn’t hear Qi Xin’s comment, but just by looking at the scene before him, he knew that it wasn’t suitable to stay in this place for long.

Perhaps due to it being his first time, the interstitial space was incomplete.

It was like a scene with modeling errors. The abstract-colored Other Side was half-heartedly materialized, and while the tunnel remained, everything on the tunnel walls had completely changed—

Daily necessities, buildings, withered plants, animal carcasses, electronic machinery… Countless things compressed together. They wriggled in chaos, causing a headache to anyone who looked.

Zhong Chengshuo remembered that he had walked normally into the upright black hole. But upon arriving here, the black hole lay beside his feet, and the direction was a complete mess. Unidentifiable objects squeezed past his feet from time to time, desperately pressing against each other but without making a sound.

There was no light here, and the distant path led to unknown darkness. The surroundings were so silent that it felt as if hearing had been lost. Let alone creating a path to the human world, just maintaining a normal state of mind here was a difficult task.

However, someone’s mental state was exceptionally stable.

Zhong Chengshuo calmly watched the suspicious objects flowing by in front of him with only one thought in his mind—

Since the experiment had progressed, he needed to complete this attempt seriously.

He took a step towards a certain direction.

With reinforced imagination, the black hole at Zhong Chengshuo’s feet followed his every move, sliding over the uneven surfaces of objects. One step at a time, he gradually became more stable.

But his footsteps still made no sound.

Find the path to the human world… Find the path to the human world…

Zhong Chengshuo repeated this in his mind incessantly as the cluttered objects beneath his feet twisted crazily. Silence and chaos entangled each other, creating a strange sense of unreality in the entire world.

Taking step by step in this disordered place, both the concepts of time and space became chaotic. Just as Zhong Chengshuo was about to slow down and gather his thoughts again—

“Haa… Haa… Haa… Haa…”

A voice echoed from the depths of the clutter, sometimes distant and sometimes near.

The sound of human breathing.

Zhong Chengshuo suddenly stopped in his tracks. There was no sound in this place, so why was there this one sound?

Frowning, Zhong Chengshuo imagined poking the ground with a shovel.

Sure enough, there was still no sound.

“Haa… Haa… Haa… Haa…”

The breathing continued. In this chaotic and incomplete interstitial space, this breathing sound might be the only normal thing and also the most abnormal thing.

After half a second of contemplation while leaning on the shovel, Zhong Chengshuo calmly lifted the iron shovel.

……

The breathing sound moved slowly with the clutter. Over an hour passed, and Zhong Chengshuo finally dug out its source—

It was two young women.

One of them had a petite figure. She had short hair, and her eyes were tightly shut. She held a damaged laptop in her arms. After a quick observation, Zhong Chengshuo saw that half of her shoulder had been smashed into a pulp, and her blood had stained most of her clothes red.

A genuine serious injury. Her internal organs were relatively intact, but the wound would cause her to lose a significant amount of blood and die within a short time.

At this moment, her chest rose and fell laboriously, emitting slow breaths of “Haa… Haa… Haa… Haa…” as if in deep sleep.

The other woman held her horizontally. Her back was slightly bent, assuming a protective posture. She remained motionless, and it was unclear whether she was a corpse or a living being. The two individuals had been here for who knew how long, with the laptop and their flesh conjoined together; even their bodies showed a tendency to merge.

Zhong Chengshuo pried the mass of flesh with his shovel. The two individuals were merely stuck together and separate from the surrounding environment, which was a relief.

He changed his angle and made another shovel strike. Instantly, a thought entered his mind.

[Who?]

Zhong Chengshuo remained silent.

It turned out to be a living person.

Zhong Chengshuo pondered in place for a few minutes, imagining a large construction wheelbarrow. He carefully shoveled the person entangled in the various debris and forcefully stuffed them into the cart.

[Who?!] The shock in that thought grew stronger.

Unfortunately, Zhong Chengshuo’s heart was already fragmented, and he didn’t have the energy to engage in conversation. He made sure he had fully shoveled the person, not leaving any arms or legs behind, before carefully pushing the cart and moving away.

……

“How long has it been?” Yin Ren paced outside the black hole, feeling anxious. “Didn’t you say five minutes?”

“His passage was steady, without…” Qi Xin’s words were abruptly cut off.

Something emerged from the black hole.

A mass of bloody flesh wriggled out, and Yin Ren’s cry of pain built up in his throat. Before the shout could burst out, the true appearance of the flesh was revealed—

The mass of flesh belonged to two individuals stuck together.

This strange amalgamation was placed in the bucket of a construction wheelbarrow, pushed by Zhong Chengshuo. The person wore a serious expression and a “safety first” helmet on their head. It was unclear whether this was a deliberate imagination or an incidental detail.

“I didn’t find a path to the human world, but I dug up this.” Zhong Chengshuo introduced with solemnity. “Look, they’re alive.”

Qi Xin: “…”

Yin Ren: “…Cough, cough, cough!” His cry of pain turned into fitting coughs.

“That’s where the interstitial space is formed.” Qi Xin pinched her forehead in a frenzy. “How could there be living people inside?!”

Zhong Chengshuo paid no attention to her. “Yin Ren, come and take a look.”

“Wait.” Yin Ren hesitated for a moment, then imagined the infirmary at Shian.

Afterward, he approached Zhong Chengshuo and shifted his gaze to the mass of amalgamation.

In the bright and clean atmosphere of the hospital, that mass of flesh appeared especially terrifying. A membranous tissue with fine blood vessels enveloped the two individuals, and their bodies, along with the laptop, were intertwined. Blood vessels wandered on the surface of their bodies like roots.

“Haa… Haa… Haa… Haa…”

Yin Ren sensed a faint breath.

…Indeed, they were alive. The Great Celestial Master took a sharp breath and immediately began examining their hands.

One of the individuals, despite their deformity, seemed to be relatively unharmed. The other had severe injuries, with crushed flesh mixed with broken bones, revealing a dark red color. Fortunately, although their injuries were serious, on the Other Side, the situation wasn’t too dire. Unlike Meiqiu, this person could be saved solely through magic.

Yin Ren half-knelt beside the injured person, carefully casting healing spells.

Strangely, the injured person wasn’t responsive to the healing spells. A spell with full strength only had a ten percent effect on them. Fortunately, the Great Celestial Master’s power was measured in pounds, so Yin Ren ignored the minimal effect and continued to focus on the treatment.

Meanwhile, Zhong Chengshuo squatted on the other side of the wheelbarrow, vigorously searching for any clues within the mass of human amalgamation. Unfortunately, their clothes were torn, their pockets empty, and the laptop screen remained dark, providing no evidence of their identities.

Zhong Chengshuo exerted some force, supporting one person’s shoulder and reluctantly separating them slightly.

This time, he made a new discovery. There was something familiar clutched between the chests of the two individuals. Zhong Chengshuo imagined a pair of tweezers and diligently tried to pick out that object.

Two Shian ID cards fell with a clatter. The faces on the cards were distorted, the handwriting was incomplete, and everything was in disarray.

Zhong Chengshuo squinted and struggled to discern the information.

Fore■ Identification Department (A-level) – Science ■, Zhou■■; this card was hanging from the injured person, with most of the red mark on the card obscured by blood.

■ Identification ■■■ (A-level) – Non-Sci■ Post, Jiao Lian; the black mark on the ID card remained distinct.

“…Jiao Lian? Minister Jiao?” Zhong Chengshuo looked at the two masses in the small cart, tilting his head slightly. Jiao Lian, the head of the Foreign Object Identification Department. He had seen her before, but the Jiao Lian he knew didn’t have a human-like “face”, making it difficult to match her with the blurred female figure in front of him.

The masses didn’t react.

Zhong Chengshuo made a thoughtful exchange this time.

[Greetings, Minister Jiao.]

Zhong Chengshuo greeted slowly, taking a glance at Yin Ren, who was still working hard to treat the injured person, and trying to infuse a friendly smile into his thoughts.

[Zhong Chengshuo, science post of the Special Investigation Team Unit 9 of Shian. It’s a pleasure to see you again.]

The computer screen in the depths of the Shian Building’s special room suddenly flickered faster.

[Hello, Zhong Chengshuo.]

He received an affirmative response.


The author has something to say:

Xiao Zhong: Professional at picking up people on the road √

Xiao Yin… After all, Xiao Yin was ultimately burdened by his overactive mind.

A giant cat god who’s slightly better than the cat god (×


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Sendoff Ch67

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 67: Immortal Body

Yidu, the imperial palace.

The best lamp was lit on the table, with a bright and smokeless flame, illuminating the table as if it were daytime. Xu Jingxing pressed his throbbing temple and put down the documents in his hand.

Compared to the carefree Prince of Rong, Xu Jingxing, who had been the emperor for so many years, had accumulated a sense of maturity and composure between his brows. His appearance resembled that of the Prince of Rong, Xu Jingming, by two or three points, but his features were more solemn, making him look more handsome.

However, this handsomeness was completely overshadowed by a troubled expression.

Xu Jingxing had slightly higher cheekbones, and his cheeks were slightly sunken. He had never drunk immortal wine, and although his face didn’t show much sign of aging, a few strands of white hair on his head were quite noticeable. He always furrowed his brow, giving off an air of seriousness and lack of laughter.

The Yun Dynasty had enjoyed a prosperous era for a hundred years, and even now it didn’t show any signs of decline. However, governing a large country was like cooking a small fish. Xu Jingxing, who didn’t consider himself a naturally gifted talent, almost exhausted his mental energy just to maintain the words “clean rivers and peaceful seas, prosperous country, and contented people”.

Xu Jingxing didn’t have much ambition, but he also didn’t want to be a clueless and incompetent ruler. He had put a lot of effort into punishing corrupt officials and clarifying governance, but just when things were starting to improve, troubles on the border flared up again, causing Xu Jingxing’s head to ache.

“Just a few months ago, a new king was installed, and the Luojiu people started biting everywhere like crazy. Barbarians are still barbarians. Don’t they understand the need for recuperation?”

Xu Jingxing let out a heavy sigh. The old eunuch Lu Fu hurriedly stepped forward and massaged the emperor’s shoulders.

“Your Majesty, didn’t those Luojiu barbarians cause trouble a few years ago? Last time General Liu led the army, he defeated the elite Luojiu troops and killed several of their generals—”

“That’s enough. We both know that General Liu doesn’t have that ability.”

Lu Fu immediately changed his tone. “Your Majesty, didn’t you have someone keep an eye on that person? If it’s really difficult, let the Yushuei Pavilion help deliver a letter. He wouldn’t dare refuse.”

“He wouldn’t dare? What is he afraid of?” Xu Jingxing bitterly smiled. “Previously, Shi Jingzhi was willing to represent a thousand miles of battlefield with a sand table, but it was just because he was bored. That brat never took me seriously.”

While he spoke, there was no fear in his words. Like the Prince of Rong, there was only a faint sense of disgust.

“Why did Your Majesty let him go in the first place?”

Lu Fu cautiously asked.

“That child is ominous. Your Majesty has a compassionate heart; sparing his life and providing him with good food and drink is already the utmost benevolence and righteousness. If it weren’t for Jiang Youyue’s meddling, I would have thought…”

Xu Jingxing interrupted him directly, “Compassionate heart?”

His tone was more self-mocking than sarcastic.

“No, Shi Jingzhi’s remaining lifespan is less than a year. Let him find his own way to survive. If he finds it, I will have a use for him. If he can’t find it, it can also be considered as giving him a way out—keeping that monster by my side forcibly, if I push him too far, I’m afraid that one day when I close my eyes, he’ll smash my skull with a single palm.”

Lu Fu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and didn’t dare to speak further.

“I thought that without Shi Jingzhi, the military commanders could hold on for a few more years of peace. But it turns out that a mediocre gang of Luojiu can manipulate that group of idiots… Jiang Youyue truly found a talented person for me.”

Lu Fu: “I heard people say that the new king of Luojiu is called a ‘Divine Saint’ by the barbarians. Perhaps it’s not that the military commanders lack strength, but that the opposing side has obtained divine assistance. Your Majesty, please don’t get angry and be careful not to upset your dragon body…”

Xu Jingxing snorted coldly. “Lately, you’ve been speaking more and more like Jiang Youyue. Which new king’s ascension didn’t come with that divine-assisted rhetoric? The barbarians are just exaggerating… Even a monster like Shi Jingzhi—he’s just one person with a head and a heart. When he dies, he dies.”

“In recent prosperous years, Great Yun has relied not on the Immortal Assembly, but on the common people. I will send someone to investigate the matter of the ‘Divine Descent’. If Jiang Youyue’s recommendation is not effective, I will question him.”

“What about Jingzhi…”

“Let him do as he pleases. A small faction like the Kushan Sect can’t stir up much trouble.”

Two hours later, at the Imperial Preceptor’s Residence.

“Master, Lu Fu just brought news. Despite consecutive defeats on the border, Xu Jingxing still shows no intention of fully dealing with the Luojiu.”

Jiang Youyue sat in the small shrine of the Imperial Preceptor’s Residence, reporting in a soft voice.

It still had the appearance of the celestial shrine of the Imperial Celestial, but there was no plaque hanging. The shrine was filled with a strong incense, and an opaque curtain hung in front of the altar.

Upon hearing Jiang Youyue’s words, a low murmuring sound came from within the curtain. 

“This Disciple understands.” Jiang Youyue bowed his head. “The Luojiu is not yet worthy of fear. By using them to put pressure on Xu Jingxing, he might develop a sense of crisis. This matter cannot be rushed; we can only watch the will of the heavens…”

Another indistinct murmur arose.

The curtain shook gently, and something protruded from behind it. Jiang Youyue knelt properly on a cushion, slightly lowering his head.

A withered giant hand passed through the curtain, raising its index finger and lightly tapping Jiang Youyue’s forehead.

The hand was so huge that it could almost grip Jiang Youyue’s entire head. The fingers were thin and bony, covered with a layer of dark brown skin, and moved like the fine legs of a spider.

“…This Disciple will keep your teachings in mind, Master.”

After half an incense stick’s worth of time, Jiang Youyue bowed slightly. He didn’t raise his head to look at the owner of the hand, but his tone became even more respectful.

“Shi Jingzhi has his own destiny, and I won’t assist him in finding a way to survive… Is the ‘Immortal Body’ exhausted? This Disciple has brought a new one for you.”

With that said, Jiang Youyue didn’t look for a servant. He straightened his clothes and personally opened the entrance to a secret passage, entering the secret chamber behind the shrine alone.

When he emerged again, there was a wooden cart behind him.

On the wooden cart was something resembling a human corpse. It was tightly wrapped in white cloth inscribed with blood characters, and the cloth was soaked with an unknown liquid, giving it a pale green color.

Only the neck of that thing wasn’t covered by cloth, and a bowl-sized cavity was exposed, filled with dark brown, withered roots. Those withered roots hung lifelessly, and their color was like rotten blood.

Fortunately, the headless corpse didn’t emit a putrid smell. A faint and elegant fragrance of grass and wood floated in the air.

The giant hand grabbed the “Immortal Body” wrapped in the cloth and slowly withdrew behind the curtain. After a while, a faint chewing sound came from inside the curtain, sounding like teeth grinding on fine bones. The fragrance of grass and wood became even stronger, but the candle flames in the shrine didn’t flicker at all, despite the night breeze brushing past.

Throughout the process, Jiang Youyue’s expression remained unchanged, and he didn’t raise his head even once.

“In my opinion, Master is the one worthy of the ‘Shirou’.”

Before leaving the shrine, he sighed softly, speaking to himself.

“It’s a pity that fate is hard to defy.”

At the same time.

After the master and disciple of the Kushan Sect dispersed their golden beads, they returned to the inn in the middle of the night. Unexpectedly, their two servants hadn’t slept at all and had lit three lamps in their room—their eyes bloodshot, waiting anxiously.

The surroundings were too bright that even Lord Bai wasn’t able to fall asleep. The goose demon paced restlessly in the small room, venting its anger.

As soon as the master and disciple entered the room, they were caught red-handed.

“Didn’t I leave a letter? You two should have relaxed and gone straight to sleep.”

Shi Jingzhi laughed awkwardly.

Although they were supposed to be doing something legitimate, for some reason, he still had an inexplicable sense of guilt.

“Sect Master, I have a request.”

Yan Qing sat upright with his hands tightly clenched.

“Su Si has explained it to me. If news of the encounter at the Jianchen Temple gets out, our sect’s path will be difficult.”

“Why, do you want to maintain the reputation of this sword and withdraw?” Shi Jingzhi raised an eyebrow. “I can understand—”

“No. Whether it’s my life, my old friend, or this Sword of Compassion, they were all given to me by the Kushan Sect. If I were to withdraw now, wouldn’t it be the same as burning bridges? “

Yan Qing immediately refused with a quite solemn tone.

“I know that the sect no longer accepts disciples, and I have no intention of pressuring Sect Master to make an exception, but Senior Yin’s martial arts are superb. If possible, I would like to ask Senior Yin to accept me as a disciple. If our sect is caught in a conflict in the future, I can also contribute.”

The young man’s words were passionate, and his eyes were filled with determination. Unfortunately, his target was cold and unfeeling. If he said he wouldn’t give face, he wouldn’t give face.

Yin Ci put away his veil and calmly said, “I won’t accept you.”

Yan Qing: “…”

There was no resentment on his face; only a few hints of a pleading expression, like a young dog being kicked out of the house.

“According to Venerable Juefei’s ‘karmic method’, I can’t teach you. Cultivation techniques must be compatible with one’s temperament, and I am not on the same path as you. I will only lead you astray. If you truly want to achieve something great, you must explore it on your own.”

Yin Ci didn’t hesitate at all. After traveling in the mortal world for many years, he was most skilled at being cold-hearted and cutting off worldly ties.

The remaining bit of goodwill he had left was all invested in the master-disciple relationship at present. He simply couldn’t spare the energy to take care of another person. Furthermore, Yan Qing was a righteous person, and if they became too deeply involved, it would only cause more complications and hinder any progress.

Yin Ci signaled to Shi Jingzhi with his eyes, and the latter immediately understood.

“This is what Venerable Juefei bestowed upon our sect before leaving.”

Shi Jingzhi once again put on his customary kindness. He held the thin book of the “Jade Chime Sword Technique” in both hands as he fabricated a lie.

“He said that this technique is especially suitable for those who wield giant swords, and he wants you to practice it well. If you make a name for yourself in the future, don’t forget the kindness of the Jianchen Temple.”

Yan Qing stood stunned in place. “Sect Master…”

“You’ve laid the foundation in Taiheng, and the foundational cultivation technique of Taiheng is perfect for you. I will teach you the mantra for cultivating inner force, and if you combine it with your sword practice, you will be able to catch up to Su Si within three years.”

“At Su Si’s level, he could thoroughly explain the key points in the manual. A’Ci and I have other matters to attend to, so we won’t interfere in this matter.”

Su Si: “Aren’t you worried that I’ll secretly learn the techniques from the manual, Sect Master?”

Shi Jingzhi smiled brightly. “With your temperament, can you really focus on wielding a giant sword?”

Then he stood up and winked at Yin Ci. “Yan Qing, Su Si can only teach you verbally. So, us two have already previewed the manual and memorized the sword techniques. We’ll demonstrate it to you once, so pay attention—A’Ci, lend me the Hanging Shadow Sword. I’ll give you the flag.”

“Shizun, just demonstrate the giant sword.”

“Lend me the Hanging Shadow Sword.” Shi Jingzhi shook his hand again.

Yin Ci helplessly unfastened his sword and tossed it to Shi Jingzhi. He picked up the Medicine Cures Illness flag and rolled up the flag surface, using it as a substitute for the giant sword.

“Watch closely, this is an offensive move. The first move, ‘Crossing Paths on a Boat’.”

Shi Jingzhi’s sword was like a torrential rain, vaguely resembling Shi Zhongyu’s Green Maiden Sword Technique. Yin Ci counterattacked with the flagpole. His movements were decisive and swift, grand and fluid. His strength was as strong as a thousand jun*, but at the moment of utmost firmness and overflowing killing intent, it transformed into a gentle maneuver, leaving behind a thread of continuous vitality.

*Each jun is about thirty catties or 15 kilograms.

“The second move, a defensive move, ‘Today is Different from Yesterday’.”

Shi Jingzhi changed his attack, using the sword as a knife—each move was sharp and treacherous, directly aiming for Yin Ci’s vital points. The latter responded to the ever-changing attacks with unwavering stability; the flagpole remained steady like an old pine tree in the rain. Occasionally, he moved, with a smooth and steady trajectory, perfectly catching the weaknesses in the knife strikes, turning a bamboo pole into an impregnable barrier.

“The third move.”

Shi Jingzhi’s voice became much softer.

“The final move, ‘Opening Gold and Stone’.”

“Wait.” Yin Ci frowned. “This move is complex. It’s too early to demonstrate it now.”

However, Shi Jingzhi had already made his move.

This time, he used his inner force, and the Hanging Shadow Sword carried an unprecedented murderous aura as it came forward. Yin Ci sighed inwardly and responded to the third move—

The flagpole changed from its previous heavy posture, dancing lightly like snowflakes yet as majestic as a famous river. At the end, within the straight and righteous path of the sword, a warm and compassionate atmosphere suddenly burst forth, as if the wind had stopped and the rain had ceased, leaving behind a profound silence.

This move was completed in one breath, with an overwhelming momentum that appeared extremely exhausting. After completing the set, the Hanging Shadow Sword was decisively knocked away and deeply embedded into the wall.

Yan Qing forgot to breathe, his face turning red, his eyes unwilling to blink.

Su Si, on the other hand, had a solemn expression. “This is a method for dealing with multiple enemies. Injuring a thousand while harming oneself by eight hundred. It should only be used as a last resort.”

However, this time, no one followed up with his remark.

Shi Jingzhi took hold of the flagpole and leaned in towards Yin Ci. The latter furrowed his brow slightly, his face showing a tinge of color due to the intense battle, making him appear less cold.

“A’Ci,” Shi Jingzhi whispered almost inaudibly, “you said you’re not suited to teach Yan Qing, but why do I feel that this move, ‘Opening Gold and Stone’, is quite suitable for you?”

His eyes sparkled, wearing a look of certainty. Yin Ci couldn’t help but lightly flick Shi Jingzhi’s nose.

“Just an empty facade.”

Yin Ci responded nonchalantly.

“…Shizun, you should first remove the Hanging Shadow Sword from the wall. If it’s not repaired before dawn, it will cost you money.”

Shi Jingzhi’s smile suddenly disappeared, and he let out a cold breath. “Yan Qing, remember to fix the wall later. Consider it as tuition for this lesson.”

As Shi Jingzhi turned around, Yin Ci quietly extended his hand and plucked a fine feather from his hair.

It looked like a sparrow feather, with a faint trace of demonic qi… Interesting. Is it a message from a sparrow demon?

Yin Ci didn’t know if Shi Jingzhi had used it to investigate him.

To be honest, Yin Ci himself wasn’t entirely clear about his own past. The memories from that time seemed both real and illusory, ethereal like the reflection of the moon on water and the flower in the mirror*.

*Metaphor for what can be seen but can’t be obtained.

He wondered how far his master would be able to uncover the truth.


Kinky Thoughts:

I need to make an errata. Previously I translated the Imperial Preceptor [Guoshi] (国师) as the National Teacher. This isn’t quite the correct term as Imperial Preceptor is more accurate.

The Imperial Preceptor is a title awarded by the emperor. They play a crucial role in the education, guidance, and advice given to the emperor and the crown prince, as well as the education and moral development of the royal family. They also serve under the emperor’s authority to protect the religion and guide the state through divinations. You can think of him as the head of the state religion.

This is an important distinction because he plays a role in guiding the nation through divination and not necessarily a “teaching” role.

Previous chapters have been updated to reflect the change but for those who were reading before the change, please note this.


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Sendoff Ch66

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 66: Disrespect

Yin Ci looked at that eye.

In that eye, there was only confusion. As soon as it saw the light, it sluggishly turned and stared straight at Yin Ci. Whether it was due to the stimulation of light or residual consciousness, the eye in the gap slowly became moist, and tears shimmered on the surface of the deformed eyeball.

Unfortunately, the flesh statue had no mouth, and the shrine remained silent.

The eye contact was only for a moment, but it felt endless to Yin Ci.

As a popular belief in the Yun Dynasty, the Imperial Celestial Shrine was considered a highly sacred place. The greatest disrespect within the shrine was the act of occasional theft disguised as reverence—stealing a bit of gold or scattering money and then immediately leaving.

Even the most unruly thief wouldn’t dare to directly violate the statue of the god, fearing retribution.

In fact, the Yun Dynasty didn’t exclude other beliefs. Sects like the Jianchen Temple, devoted to Buddhism, coexisted peacefully with the outside world. Yin Ci had sought answers within the divine path before, but there were thousands of various deities and Buddhas. He wasn’t insane enough to dissect each one of them.

Especially a statue that was in a bustling city.

The shrines were bustling with people, and the statues were imbued with the atmosphere of the mortal world. Who could have imagined that it would be related to such strange events?

[If I hadn’t called you here, this ‘place’ would have been beyond your reach in your lifetime.]

For centuries, he had stopped at numerous shrines, never considering investigating the statues themselves. It seemed that this was just another “beyond reach” place right under his nose.

Yin Ci touched the seam and felt a mixture of emotions.

Who could have expected that the “immortal” he had searched for a hundred years would be found in the form of a slightly smelly flesh idol?

The only “peer” who had outlived the lifespan of a mortal.

Beneath the statue, a row of cushions sat peacefully. The offerings were still fresh, and the incense ashes were still warm. Did the residents of this prosperous city truly know what they were worshiping?

Someone deliberately placed a flesh idol here, but for what purpose?

Since the establishment of the Great Yun Empire, the followers of the Imperial Celestial had been increasing. Thousands of shrines were built all over the country, but how many flesh idols were mixed among them?

The process of creating living human idols in the Yuanxian Village wasn’t fast. How many “Yuanxian Villages” were hidden throughout the Great Yun Empire?

After a long absence, Yin Ci felt his blood turning cold, as if he had touched a spider’s web in the darkness. He couldn’t figure out whether he was the prey, the spider, or simply a strand of wandering spider silk.

Noticing Yin Ci’s lack of reaction, Shi Jingzhi picked up the package and squeezed his way to the back of the statue.

He first saw Yin Ci’s complicated expression, and then he saw the dry eye in the seam. The eye was fixedly staring at Yin Ci, refusing to look away.

Familiarity bred ease. This time, Shi Jingzhi didn’t tremble.

He picked up the fragment from Yin Ci’s hand and mercilessly embedded it back into the seam. Once he confirmed it was sealed, he used the yang fire to seal the cracks, leaving only faint irregular marks that were difficult to notice even upon closer inspection.

The man kept a straight face throughout, showing no signs of pity or hesitation.

“A’Ci, let’s go.”

Without waiting for Yin Ci’s response, Shi Jingzhi hooked his waist and led him away from the shrine.

Yin Ci closed his eyes, allowing himself to be led away.

Outside the shrine, the moon was faintly visible in the sky.

It was early spring, and the severe cold had subsided. It wasn’t yet late at night, so the streets were still lively. Many people had set up stalls, selling various trinkets and snacks. Others had finished work and carried peculiar tools or goods.

The two of them were dressed plainly, and even with their hoods on, they didn’t stand out among the pedestrians.

Although Shi Jingzhi noticed Yin Ci’s abnormality, they both tacitly refrained from further questioning. He simply took Yin Ci to a secluded alley, where he melted a golden candlestick into gold beads, quietly waiting for Yin Ci to regain his composure.

Shi Jingzhi now had full control over yang fire. He gently held the melted gold in his palm, gradually forming small round beads.

In this manner, Shi Jingzhi melted each bead carefully, stealing a glance at Yin Ci. He deliberately emitted an aura of “I also have things to attend to”, behaving calmly and steadily without any sense of urgency.

The shocking discovery left Yin Ci emotionally torn, so this considerate silence felt like a welcome relief. He glanced at the silent Shi Jingzhi, not pretending that nothing had happened but continuing to contemplate on his own.

Shi Jingzhi continued his task with his head down, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

By the time he had sorted out his emotions, Shi Jingzhi had melted the entire golden candlestick into small beads, leaving no trace of its original form.

Seeing Yin Ci regain some vitality, Shi Jingzhi shouldered the package. “Are you done thinking?”

“Let’s go back.” Yin Ci’s tone returned to normal. “Now that the stove is free, I’ll go back and make sweet and sour fish for Shizun.”

However, Shi Jingzhi shook his head and grabbed Yin Ci’s wrist, pulling him back onto the street from the dark alley.

“We’re leaving for the north tomorrow, and who knows when we’ll have a chance to visit a city like this again. A’Ci, let’s wander around before going back.”

Seeing Yin Ci furrowed his brow slightly, Shi Jingzhi added another sentence.

“Your hands are freezing. At least have a hot meal first; this is Master’s orders.” His words brooked no disagreement, but his tone was remarkably gentle.

Yin Ci rubbed his forehead, thinking that this person was just acting on a whim. “Fine, I’ll go with you.”

Shi Jingzhi’s smile grew even brighter. He put his hood back on and pulled Yin Ci to a wonton stall.

The semi-open wonton stall was located on a street corner, filled with people from all walks of life. The orange glow of fire, mingled with the white steam, created a sense of warmth in the cold wind. Several robust men, who had drunk their fill, were loudly arguing by the stall. The white vapor from their words mixed with the steam from the hot food caused most of the customers’ faces to appear hazy.

Although this place was in a bustling city, it had a certain hidden quality, and the stall was unusually clean.

Shi Jingzhi’s eyes were as discerning as ever.

Even if the money he spent came from the offering box in the shrine, he showed no psychological burden. Shi Jingzhi ordered two large bowls of wontons and asked the owner to add extra meat and egg toppings before returning to their seats.

Shi Jingzhi relaxed his demeanor, and coupled with the bustling atmosphere, the cold night felt lively and vibrant.

As Yin Ci continued to watch, his gaze softened slightly.

The eye in the seam faded away from his mind, replaced by a sense of warmth. Sitting among the ordinary stall, the coldness in his bones slowly dissipated, as if an invisible hand had pulled him back to the mortal world.

The wontons arrived, filling the air with a delightful aroma.

The small wontons had thin skin and little filling, just enough to be eaten in one bite. They had a simple and warm flavor. Hot food on a winter night always had a special charm that put one’s mind at ease.

Shi Jingzhi didn’t immediately start eating. He lifted the gauze in front of his hood, and his eyes were filled with a smile as he looked at Yin Ci.

…He hadn’t successfully placated the other person; instead, he found himself being swayed by this young man. Yin Ci was momentarily speechless, unsure of what emotions were stirring within him.

Shi Jingzhi knew well that his own origins were mysterious, and his formidable strength was evident. Yet, he carried himself with unyielding confidence. Sitting comfortably in front of his cheap master, he emanated a benevolent goodwill without appearing subservient, giving off an air of self-assuredness bordering on arrogance.

It must be said that this “arrogance” had initially made Yin Ci wary, but now it seemed somewhat endearing to him.

“A’Ci, if you keep staring at me, the wontons will get cold.”

Shi Jingzhi took a sip of hot soup, sighing deeply.

“Take your time eating, and have your fill. We still have a lot to do later… As for the money, find a place where beggars gather and leave it there. Gold is too conspicuous; we’ll scatter it on our way back to the inn.”

“Why? Is Shizun afraid of reprisal from the Imperial Celestial?” Yin Ci asked.

“Fear? I’ve even hacked that thing up before.” Shi Jingzhi scoffed.

Yin Ci: “…”

He understood now. His master feared only what he couldn’t see or touch. No matter how unreasonable something was, once this person knew it could be chopped, he no longer felt any fear.

Yin Ci suspected that this “unreasonable thing” might even include himself.

Disrespecting ghosts and gods, disrespecting immortals, disrespecting elders, and disrespecting the heavens. Yin Ci always felt that his cheap master shouldn’t be called Shi Jingzhi but should learn from Yan Budu and be called “Shi Bujing*” instead, which would be more appropriate.

*Disrespectful.

“But the money is donated by the common people to the shrine. If we spend it without authorization, won’t it betray those devout believers? Eventually, the money will end up in the pockets of the shrine or the Immortal Assembly. So, I’m just helping the Imperial Celestial by using this money to assist the needy, and in return, I only ask for the reward of two bowls of wontons.”

Shi Jingzhi spoke with righteous confidence.

“These are wontons acquired from the hands of gods and immortals, so eat more, A’Ci.”

Yin Ci had no choice but to stuff a large bowl of wontons into his stomach. When he put down his chopsticks, he even had a slight sweat on his nose.

“A’Ci, actually, I understand. You have been following me without complaints or regrets until now, and this investigation is probably closely related to this flesh idol.”

After Yin Ci finished eating, Shi Jingzhi spoke lightly and cheerfully.

“Playing a role is exhausting; I understand that very well. A’Ci, from now on, you don’t have to deliberately conceal yourself in front of me. Even if I want to figure you out and you don’t want to tell me, I won’t force you.”

His smile became even more pleasant.

“Just as we agreed before, this is a grand competition.”

Yin Ci chuckled. “Shizun, are you still thinking about that ‘exposing each other’s secrets’ competition?”

“Of course.”

Shi Jingzhi reached out and adjusted Yin Ci’s hood.

“I wish you were stronger than I imagined—to understand everything about me sooner… To find me and come to my side.”

“If that’s the case, why not just tell me everything?”

“If A’Ci only had strong martial arts skills and no connections, it’s better not to get involved in this matter. Honestly, I really don’t want to let go of your assistance, and I really don’t want to involve you in something you’re powerless to handle.”

Shi Jingzhi smiled and shook his head, and for the first time, that relaxed demeanor dimmed slightly.

“Let’s go. Let’s each place a copper coin. We’ll meet outside the city gate after three incense sticks.”

“That works.”

After parting ways, Yin Ci didn’t immediately hide the copper coins but headed straight to the postal station.

Before he entered the Buddhist Heart Formation on the mountain, he had requested an investigation into Shi Jingzhi. According to the initial agreement, the messenger pigeons would deliver the letters to Yongsheng. Even if Shi Jingzhi didn’t come voluntarily, he would secretly come anyway.

And now was a convenient time.

Unfortunately, just as Shi Jingzhi had said, his background wasn’t so easy to investigate. Combining several letters, Yin Ci only obtained one clue.

That old man, Sun Huaijin, had seven descendants with the surname “Shi” who were still alive. They all seemed extremely ordinary, and while some were well-off, they couldn’t be considered wealthy. Those with modest backgrounds were just average, leading simple and honest lives, as if they were born and died as farmers.

No matter how he looked at it, none of them would have a peculiar relative like Shi Jingzhi.

However, there was still a discovery to be made—one of the records of a deceased person piqued Yin Ci’s curiosity.

Sun Huaijin had a granddaughter named Shi Chongyu.

Shi Chongyu’s father was a somewhat famous merchant, and he had two sons and two daughters with Sun Huaijin’s daughter. Shi Chongyu was born with a beautiful face and possessed both literary and martial talents, making her quite outstanding. However, her father was conservative and wanted to marry her off early.

Shi Chongyu was stubborn and unwilling to accept her fate. She directly severed ties with her family and embarked on her own journey in the martial world.

She made quite a name for herself on that journey.

Shi Chongyu had a fiery temperament and excelled in spearplay, earning her the nickname “Broken Jade Spear”. Despite her young age, she had gained some fame and was eventually taken in as a disciple by Taiheng. However, the mountains and rivers were vast. People in the martial world came and went. After actively participating as the “Broken Jade Spear” for about five or six years, she disappeared without a trace.

She was self-taught and spent too much time outside to be considered a top disciple of Taiheng. In a world where talented individuals emerged one after another, no one cared about her disappearance. The only rumor left behind by Shi Chongyu in the martial world was that she had “died of an illness in her early twenties”.

And that rumor was more than twenty years ago.

Yin Ci closed the letter and burned it in the postal station’s brazier.

Based on Sun Huaijin’s bloodline, Shi Chongyu was the most likely person related to Shi Jingzhi. Since they would be passing through Taiheng on this journey, this clue was worth investigating.

He had to figure out the twenty-four-year gap between the “Little Mute” and his “cheap master”.

…Not to mention that Shi Jingzhi hoped he would “find him”.

Even if Shi Jingzhi wanted to retreat, Yin Ci would tear through the haze of the years and go to that person’s side.


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Criminal Psychology Ch273

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

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


Chapter 273

Inside the Hongjing Detention Center, the police officers were installing a television.

Lin Chen had agreed to something with Shen Lian, and from the very beginning, he had no intention of avoiding it.

Shen Lian sat with her legs crossed, looking like a lovely little girl, eagerly anticipating the black screen to light up.

“Where was I…?” Lin Chen got a little distracted by turning his head, so he asked suddenly.

Shen Lian raised her handcuffed hands, pinched her thumb and index finger together, pretending to pull out a long thread, but she didn’t say anything.

Lin Chen nodded. “In the beginning, after facing a true moral dilemma, I was lost. To fill my state of ignorance, I read many books discussing the origin of morality and human psychological evolution. But the more I read, the more bewildered I became. The things I firmly believed in, such as fairness, justice, freedom, reason, kindness, and goodness… were they truly existing, or just constructs invented by people to maintain human society?”

He spoke eloquently and didn’t shy away from this experience. In fact, at that time, he believed that in order to defeat the opponent, he must unravel the answers. However, everyone knew that no one could unlock the real answers.

Shen Lian, on the other hand, sat with her arms crossed, her contempt evident in her gaze. Being someone with such strong beliefs, she naturally looked down on the indecisive Lin Chen.

“Some philosophers might choose suicide, probably for the same reason, as the purposeless chaotic state can easily make people feel lost.” Lin Chen placed his hands on the table and casually continued, “In principle, I should have committed suicide too. But one day, I suddenly realized, why do I have to find definite answers?”

He looked at Shen Lian and smiled. “You see, this is where he and I fundamentally differ.”

“Social contract, natural law, collective subconscious, selfish genes… I can recognize and understand many viewpoints, and I also understand the criticisms against these views. Therefore, I am confused, as I cannot find something absolutely correct. But he is different. He is obsessed. He surveys the history of human evolution, finds something he approves of, takes it as a life-saving straw, as the ultimate truth, and instills it in all of you. He desperately needs the recognition of those he considers as his kind, and he even needs the society he rebels against to accept his views. Faced with such a madman, all I, an ignorant and powerless person, can do…” Lin Chen paused and looked at Shen Lian, saying, “All I can do is figure out what he believes in, what he is thinking, and what he is planning in my area of expertise, and then… defeat him.”

The interrogation room was really small, with gray-white walls, and his voice dissipated completely upon hitting the walls. Outside the iron window, the flowing clouds seemed to freeze, and there was not a single sound in the silence.

“Pfft.”

Shen Lian laughed.

The woman looked at him as if watching a pitiful insect. Lin Chen thought it was normal for her to do so.

“He used the isomer of TERN to prove the physiological inevitability of so-called criminal behavior. He used the trolley problem presented to everyone to demonstrate the widespread selfishness among humans. He wants to prove that the morals held by most people in this society regarding matters of personal interest are false and fragile. That’s an obvious motive, but… then what?” Lin Chen lightly tapped his fingertip on the broken tabletop between him and Shen Lian and said, “Even if he proves it, so what? The stable social contract established among people in this society won’t shatter into pieces because of a madman’s game. So until I saw the term ‘balancing game on a tightrope’, I couldn’t understand what he really wanted.” Lin Chen paused, and his expression suddenly froze. “In fact, he is even crazier than I imagined.”

……

Hongjing Municipal Police Bureau, Command Room.

Xing Conglian wasn’t very good at doing this kind of thing, but at this moment, Lin Chen was struggling to break Shen Lian’s spiritual belief. Therefore, he had to take on some other tasks.

He tapped the glass panel and said, “The original meaning of this term is a hypothesis that specifically refers to subtle moments in the evolution of human morality. Let’s take an example. Forget all the concepts about modern society—no skyscrapers, no luxurious living. Let’s go back to Africa 45,000 years ago when anatomically modern humans existed.” He paused and continued, “Yes, that’s right, modern humans just like us.”

Xing Conglian pointed at everyone in the room and said, “We were all together, but at that time, we didn’t have any moral or legal concepts like we do now. We were no different from chimpanzees. If you encroached on my territory or took my woman, I would kill you without any problem. Some theories suggest that it was the selfishness of genes that led to our selfish behavior. Each one of us was a born ‘egoist’ back then. But as time went on, more and more people lived in tribes, and mistakes started to appear.”

“I’m physically strong and capable of arbitrarily killing others, posing a serious threat to your safety. I also have supporters behind me, leading to a confrontation. At this point, the highly respected Minister Shen stepped forward and said that I should be killed. As other members of the tribe, you couldn’t tolerate me any longer, so you united and killed or expelled me and my followers. Those who responded to Minister Shen’s call to confront me were warriors with qualities like loyalty, bravery, and empathy; they are ‘altruists’.”

“Waves of extremists were eliminated, and the tribe gradually stabilized. Stability made the tribe more competitive, which allowed for better reproduction and growth. This is the result of natural selection. The definition of morals gradually solidified through the reproduction of altruists, and rules, laws, and social contracts emerged. This is the group selection theory* of the origin of morality.” Xing Conglian looked at everyone present and said solemnly, “But, is all of this truly the inevitable result of natural selection?”

*Proposed mechanism of evolution in which natural selection acts at the level of the group, instead of the level of individual or gene.

He didn’t give everyone time to ponder. He asked directly and decisively, “Did a dangerous moment exist during the process of human evolution when the forces of ‘egoists’ like me and the forces of ‘altruists’ like you reached a delicate balance? It was a life-or-death moment. Once either side gained the upper hand, society would take on two completely different forms. If you won, society would become what you desired. But if I succeeded, the descendants carrying my genes would lead the entire human society into the abyss I expect.”

With his hands in his pockets, Xing Conglian spoke extremely coldly. “This is the balance on the tightrope—a truly great moment that will determine the future form of human society.”

……

A remote control was placed in front of Lin Chen.

Lin Chen picked up the remote control, nodded to the police officer in thanks, and asked Shen Lian, “So, what is his real purpose?”

He asked and then answered, “I think his purpose is not to immediately create this moment. He has a much deeper plan; he wants to plant a seed of selfishness in everyone’s hearts.”

“This seed is planted in the hearts of the choosers, the abstainers, and even the observers. Through generations of human reproduction, the seed grows and gives extreme egoists like you, who are not accepted by society, a possibility in the future.”

“One day, the egoist population will eventually grow to a terrifying scale, and at that moment, humanity will once again face the balancing game on the tightrope, getting another chance to make a fateful choice.”

“That is what he truly aims to achieve.”


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Criminal Psychology Ch272

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

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


Chapter 272

Hongjing Municipal Bureau, Command Center.

The sound of ringing phones echoed throughout the room as nearly thirty police officers sat in rows, answering the latest news from various sources.

“Understood, is it on the main road in Meicun?”

“Connecting you to hotline three.”

“I’m sorry, this information is currently classified. We will inform you of any updates in a timely manner.”

They were like weavers sitting on a dense web of information, gathering and refining countless pieces of information, condensing them into concise and useful reports, and submitting them upward once again.

The hall was filled with bustling voices as the officers weaved and shuttled around. So much so that when the Provincial Bureau Chief accompanied by others arrived, no one paid excessive attention to him either.

The visitor was dressed in the simplest iron-gray overalls, with the cuffs and collar washed to a pale white. Paired with gray hair and the most ordinary gold-rimmed reading glasses, he looked no different from an old man taking care of his grandchildren on the street.

The only difference was that the old man looked weary, with traces of exhaustion around his eyes and brows. Yet, even so, you could still sense the authority characteristic of someone in a higher position from the gaze hidden behind the reading glasses.

In fact, if there were no special circumstances, the officers present would only be able to see this level of leadership on television throughout their entire lives.

Behind the old man were police experts, emergency response department specialists, medical department professors, and even Mr. Zhang’s dream mentor, Academician Zhang, following closely behind.

In the entire hall, the first to notice the situation was Comrade Zhang Xiaolong, the deputy head of Xing Conglian. A female officer stood up from her seat and saluted. She was about to inform the Chief of the situation when the old man waved to them, saying, “Please sit, do whatever you need to do,” before leading the massive entourage across the entire hall and arriving at the entrance to the command room on the innermost side.

A floor-to-ceiling glass partition separated the hall from the command room, like two separate worlds.

The noise from outside and the quietness inside formed a sharp contrast. In the spacious room, there was only Xing Conglian, sitting quietly in front of the TV, smoking and watching the news about the impending attack on Meicun.

The Provincial Bureau Chief thought of knocking on the door, but the old man stopped him. The group of people stared at the screen through the glass, as if watching a silent film.

The TV screen showed the tragic scenes from the Meicun clothing market. The incident happened during the peak period of shipping in the afternoon. The escalators were crowded with workers carrying large and small packages. Due to many blind spots in the surveillance, it was impossible to determine the exact location of the incident. Someone rushed to the escalator and madly rushed downward. As a result, the crowd pushed and fell off the escalator, resulting in trampling and crushing. The uninformed crowd desperately tried to escape but never made it out.

The camera panned across a brown blood stain from top to bottom, and children’s sandals were left on the railing.

There were no casualties in the footage, and the scene had already been cleared. Under the hazy white incandescent light, there were only large patches of disarrayed, colorful clothing, like soulless shells, drifting gently in the air.

The news footage ended, and only then did the old man push open the door.

On the LCD screen, the TV had already switched to the hospital. The host was reporting on the list of casualties and missing persons, and each name sounded extremely heavy.

Xing Conglian stood up to inquire, but when he turned around to see the old man, there was no surprise or shock in his gaze. He furrowed his brows, and his eyes were as deep as a pond.

“Minister Shen,” he calmly saluted the old man and then put his hand down. This attitude surprised many people around.

“Don’t waste time. We have already seen the latest briefings on our way here. Can you catch the criminals within 24 hours?”

Unexpectedly, the Minister was straightforward. He sat down with his entourage of experts around the circular table in the command room and spoke to Xing Conglian in such a manner.

“It’s difficult.” Xing Conglian only replied with two words.

“What do you mean?” The old man suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze sharp. “Facing so many victims, you’re telling me it’s difficult? If you can’t do it, get out of this position, and I’ll replace you with someone else!” The old man slammed the table, scolding him angrily.

Xing Conglian stood in front of the glass curtain wall covered with densely packed strategies and didn’t become fearful because of the old man’s anger.

The news was now interviewing eyewitnesses at the clothing market. A middle-aged woman covered in blood looked traumatized as she said, “I told them not to push, not to push, but nobody listened; everyone went crazy.”

Xing Conglian raised the remote control and lowered the volume.

“This isn’t a simple attack case,” Xing Conglian said.

The old man was impatient and asked, “I don’t need to hear the difficulty. When can we get Shen Lian’s confession?”

“Shen Lian’s confession may not be as simple as catching a criminal,” Xing Conglian said, showing no respect for the senior leader in front of so many people.

“Xing Conglian!” Minister Shen didn’t raise his voice, but real anger finally appeared in his eyes.

The chief secretary hurriedly signaled to the police captain in front of the glass panel.

However, Xing Conglian didn’t accept it. “There is no point in getting angry with me here.” He paused and said very clearly, “The criminals are just creating a time gap between us fully researching the drug and the huge social impact it causes.”

“Isn’t the current social impact bad enough?” Minister Shen said coldly.

“Compared to what they want to achieve, what we have now is just an appetizer.”

Xing Conglian’s voice had a metallic and deep quality, and he didn’t deliberately make the statement eerie, but it still sent a shiver down the spines of many present.

“What exactly are the criminals demanding? So far, no organization or individual has claimed responsibility for this matter.” Fearing that the old man might get a heart attack from Xing Conglian’s fearlessness, the head of the provincial department intervened.

“Demands?” Xing Conglian’s gaze turned cold. He turned around and wiped off a large area of useless water-based pen marks on the glass panel behind him, then wrote down the words in red.

The edges of the writing looked blurred, and the old man squinted.

Xing Conglian stopped and looked down at all the experts in the office. He said in an unprecedentedly cold tone, “Killing—what’s so remarkable about killing? His goal is to destroy people’s hearts.”

Many experts who were well-prepared with disciplinary knowledge were shocked by his words, but they quickly understood.

“The blind arbitrator talks about the purposelessness of natural selection…” Academician Zhang looked at the glass panel and said, “And… human evolution… morality, and genes?”

“Yes, genes.”

Xing Conglian calmly recounted Lin Chen’s views to them, saying, “More and more research has shown that antisocial personalities or some criminals may be born with criminal genes. For example, the warrior gene codenamed MAOA affects people’s brain neurotransmitters, making them emotionally abnormal, irritable, and difficult to control; or the mutant gene that produces a large amount of 5-H2TA receptors weakens the prefrontal cortex function, causing emotional disorders and impulsive behavior.”

Xing Conglian hadn’t finished speaking when he was interrupted.

“Genetic determinism is the most powerful argument for exculpating criminal behavior. How can a police officer like you endorse this view?” an irritable medical expert said.

“I don’t endorse it, but it is a view accepted by the criminal. Therefore, we believe that the mastermind behind all these events represents the criminal group and conveys two perspectives. First, all human behaviors defined as crimes are influenced by the brain, and the criminals do not need to take responsibility for their actions. And this is why he wants to develop and spread this drug that deprives people of their humanity.”

It was as if Xing Conglian was speaking on behalf of Lin Chen, who should have been the one to explain all this.

Emergency room footage appeared on the TV.

Even though the TV volume was already lowered to the minimum by Xing Conglian, the inhuman roar still seemed to permeate the screen and reach beyond the curtain.

“If the TERN isomer affects the human brain and causes people to commit crimes, can they avoid responsibility for their criminal behavior?” Xing Conglian asked, but he didn’t give anyone time to answer. “The answer is yes because we now classify all drug-influenced individuals as victims.”

He continued, “Furthermore, if a criminal takes the TERN isomer again and commits a crime, would they be exempt from punishment? The answer is very likely, as we cannot discern the details of how everyone is affected by the drug.”

“And if you think this is already a malicious intent, then the hidden problem of the criminals is even more deadly. In the mass panic incidents, a third scenario inevitably arises: many individuals not affected by any drug commit violations against others simply to protect themselves. Should they be held responsible for this?” Xing Conglian pointed to the TV screen and asked the most thought-provoking question. “If our answer is that we cannot determine or convict, then the criminals will ask this world—why should they be held accountable for their criminal actions?”

Xing Conglian’s presence was imposing, and his eyes revealed a cold and cruel gaze.

Someone immediately retorted, “The premise is flawed. The TERN isomer causes a specific situation, but under normal circumstances, people can control their behavior.”

“They believe they can’t; they are inherently psychopaths.”

“That’s sophistry. The law constrains human behavior, regardless of individual will. Whether you can control yourself or not has nothing to do with whether the law can constrain you!”

“Why should the law constrain me?” Xing Conglian questioned.

“Natural law, social contract…”

“I don’t care about society. I am an independent individual!”

“The essence of a person lies in their social nature!” an expert who argued with Xing Conglian shouted.

At this moment, Xing Conglian suddenly stopped.

He withdrew his previous aggressive momentum, lowered his raised finger, and looked into the distance as if peering through the long history. Calmly, he asked, “Then, what if social morality itself… is wrong?”

No one answered this question.

The room fell into a silence as dark as night, reminiscent of his mood when Lin Chen asked him this question.

Xing Conglian knew bringing up Lin Chen at this time was inappropriate, but it was also reasonable.

At that time, Lin Chen sat in the library with a calm gaze, explaining to him the terrifying thoughts behind all these events.

Lin Chen asked him, since people always like to dig deep and ask about the ultimate answer to the question of “why someone becomes a criminal”, what exactly is the ultimate answer?

Xing Conglian couldn’t answer, and he didn’t even want to hear Lin Chen’s response to this question.

Because Lin Chen’s contemplation on this question clearly pervaded the three long and gloomy years after Huang Weiwei’s death. It was the question that the mastermind raised and tormented his soul day and night.

What is morality?

Why are laws based on morality formed?

Why do people become criminals when they violate legal rules?

“If this were just an ordinary criminal, when he proves that we lack an objective standard for defining criminal behavior, he has already achieved his purpose,” Xing Conglian said. “But obviously, the criminals we are facing this time are ambitious. They are anti-society, not against the social system but against the moral principles that each of us relies on for survival.”

Since Xing Conglian had been confrontational, Minister Shen remained silent until now. The old man raised his head and slowly spoke. “If… social moral principles… are not trustworthy?”

“Yes, since everything is the result of random choices, there is actually no morality, no justice, no goodness, and no moral standards that we have constructed. Human nature is inherently selfish, and we can do whatever it takes for our self-preservation, so actions that align with our nature cannot be considered wrong and should not be punished.”

Though this idea was grand and terrifying, it also appeared ludicrous due to its grandiosity.

One of the strategy research experts sitting down couldn’t help but chuckle. “A fool’s dream, like ants trying to shake a tree. How can he prove human nature is selfish by spreading chaos and poisoning everywhere?” The middle-aged man pursed his lips and pointed at the TV. “The more he does, the more people stand up to prove he’s wrong.”

The news had moved on to the next stage, no longer reporting the chaos at the Meicun clothing market, but instead, it began to narrate the act of heroism that occurred at Meicun Train Station.

A young train station intern named Lu Xiaotian prevented a poisoning incident at the train station. However, due to ingesting too much of the drug, Lu Xiaotian suffered acute brain failure and was in critical condition.

The news report used extremely touching language, and in the corridor outside the hospital room, the reporter almost used all the honorable and righteous words to describe this young person who was only 22 years old.

While many in the command center showed pity in their eyes, Xing Conglian didn’t turn to look. He coldly interrupted the moment, saying, “You’re so stupid,” to someone.

A strategy expert slammed the table and stood up. His level was higher than Xing Conglian’s, so he confidently scolded, “Xing Conglian, who do you think you are? Until now, you haven’t explained anything logically. You’re just talking nonsense, and no wonder you can’t catch the criminals or extract confessions!”

With one hand in his pocket, Xing Conglian looked down at the strategy expert who questioned him not far away.

Actually, how could the culprit be without reason? With just a few words of verbal infringement, they managed to divide people who should have been united. Then, when it comes to life-and-death interests, who can guarantee that the moral values held by this society will not be shaken?

Xing Conglian said, “I call you stupid because you have seen the briefing, and you should know about the voting incident that happened on the Dark Web. So, do you think the culprit is just inciting chaos everywhere merely to satisfy the desires of some internet perverts who want to see violent and bloody events?”

“You!” The strategy expert was rendered speechless by the question. He then retorted, “And you also said he wanted to prove that people don’t need to be responsible for their criminal actions. But this kind of proof is meaningless in reality. The force of law is not determined by him. Even if he’s dissatisfied, he has to accept it!”

“I said this was just an appetizer.” Xing Conglian turned around and drew a map of the three provinces on the glass panel with a bright red water-based pen. “The appetizer proves his ability to threaten our social security. After widespread coverage in the news media and causing a sense of insecurity in all the masses, he can move on to the second stage.”

Throwing away the pen, Xing Conglian pointed to the map on the glass panel and asked, “Suppose this voting didn’t occur on the Dark Web. Suppose that in the real world, everyone has the right to vote. Each resident of the three provinces has the power to select the next target for the attack. What do you think would happen then?”

It was like a gale blowing or a thunderbolt striking.

This was Xing Conglian’s mood when he heard Lin Chen’s question. And now, in this simple command room, in front of the scrolling TV news, everyone finally understood his feelings at that time.

Shock, followed by being at a loss.

But Lin Chen’s questioning didn’t end there. He asked Xing Conglian, “Xing Conglian, have you ever thought that the problem I faced back then was just a tiny human nature experiment with no great social significance? But what if now, he wants every person to face the same human nature experiment? If every resident in the three provinces has the power to choose the next attack location on a city-based level, do you think this really won’t shake the moral principles that our society relies on?”

Lin Chen’s voice was calm and slow. Now, Xing Conglian also repeated Lin Chen’s words to the people at the highest level of this country.

However, just like back then, Xing Conglian was at a loss, and the weathered old man in front of him also began to panic.

Xing Conglian thought, yes, each of them always claimed to believe in human nature. But deep down in an area that was hard to speak of, they didn’t believe that justice could overcome evil, that goodness could defeat ugliness, or that some people could eventually triumph over others…

In fact, they didn’t even believe in human nature itself.

“This is a balancing game on a tightrope,” Lin Chen said.


Kinky Thoughts:

There are a lot of philosophical ideas here. The question of whether morality is inherent or learned is one of the main points, and such a question has been debated and theorized by countless philosophers and social scientists.

Personally, I think morality is simply a social construct. We have law and order only because there’s an inherent system already set up to satisfy the basic needs of human nature (food and shelter, which ultimately means survivability). Stability for these things supersedes everything else, so we can easily accept laws established through morality (in order to maintain the stability of our survival).

That is not to say that some people aren’t more “moral” than others. Chemicals in the brain and personality play a huge factor as well. Due to chemical imbalances, they can affect how people see morality and their actions.

Thus, the question is, can these people be held accountable for their actions if what they are doing is inherently because of their genes. In a moral and civilized society, yes, since they pose an inherent risk to others and, by extension, the stability of our survivability. The bigger question now is, due to criminal actions, innocent people are now driven to act irrationally, which is outside their control. Can they still be held accountable when they commit crimes during such acts? Such is the gray area…

But I digress…


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Evil As Humans Ch230

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 230: Prelude to Chaos

“In the past few days, the sewer system has been explored by a C-level special investigation team. Starting from today, the B-level special investigation team will join the sewer system exploration operation, while the A-level special investigation team will be responsible for securing factory premises, government offices, and other important locations within the city. I will lead the Emergency Management Department for mobile support.”

“As for hospitals, schools, nursing homes, and other special facilities, they will be specially protected by the two leaders stationed in Yandu and Linnan.”

Fu Xingchuan stood in the Shian operations meeting room and spoke with a booming voice.

Underneath the stage, members of the Emergency Management Department and all the core members of the special investigation teams stood crowded together.

On the screen, the complete information of the corpse centipede was playing, along with the approximate model simulated by the Identification Department. The hideous model was slowly rotating in the middle of the screen while its estimated ability values flickered beside it.

Fu Xingchuan: “The corpse centipede has lost its intimidation effect. In order to reduce the burden, Xiang Jiang will definitely deal with it as soon as possible.”

Upon hearing the familiar name, there was a commotion among the people below the stage.

Fu Xingchuan: “I am familiar with his spellcasting style. Considering that Xiang Jiang has already sided with the Other Side but is still active in this world, we have reasonable suspicion that he is highly likely cooperating with the scum from Sunken Society.”

At this point, he paused meaningfully.

As for the unfortunate handling of those cursed arms, Fu Xingchuan still had no clue. He knew well that Love’s intention was to fully invade the human world, but he couldn’t reveal it at this moment—only questions without solutions would cause panic.

As a vulnerable human, all he could do was try his best to set up the layout in advance and give Sunken Society another big blow.

“Everyone is well aware of Xiang Jiang’s abilities. Currently, his level will only be stronger, not weaker. We must not take it lightly.” Fu Xingchuan’s tone was so serious that it was frightening. “The situation across the country isn’t optimistic, and once Xiang Jiang takes action, Sunken Society will not let go of this opportunity to stir up trouble. What follows is likely to be a tough battle…”

“Those people from Yandu and Linnan are still here. It’s been months already that even eighteen legs could be healed.” Wang Zhou, the science post of Special Investigation Team Unit 7, muttered quietly below the stage.

Since the incident in Shian’s competition and the uncontrollable situation in the abandoned building of the hospital, Special Investigation Team Unit 7 had been stationed at the Municipal Hospital in Haigu, responsible for patrols and guard duty.

Special Investigation Team Unit 7 spent their days eating hospital meals, staying in the special ward of Shian, receiving regular salaries, and living a boring and monotonous life. As time went on, Wang Zhou had the illusion that all members of Unit 7 were seriously ill and nearing retirement.

Li Xiaozhen and Li Xiaoli from Unit 6, who were severely injured, had been discharged from the hospital, while Unit 7 was still stuck there. The rookies from Unit 9 were promoted to a B-level investigation team, but Unit 7 was still lingering in the hospital. If it weren’t for the recall for the meeting, Wang Zhou suspected they would have stayed in the hospital indefinitely.

But now things were different. The hospital was under the responsibility of the ministers from the Shian branch, and they could finally get rid of the smell of disinfectant.

Even if their next destination was the sewer, it was still better!

Wang Zhou rolled his eyes. Sure enough, his partner, Bao Linlin, was also eager, her eyes shining. “We will definitely be the first ones to find that unlucky centipede.”

“Yeah,” Xiao Zhao, the rear commander, agreed softly. “I have confidence in both of you.”

“I heard that the previous <Approaching Science> plan was proposed by Unit 9. Speaking of which, it seems that Unit 9 isn’t involved in the investigation this time?” Bao Linlin scrolled through the list on her tablet. “The core partners, Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo, are on a long-term business trip out of town. They only have two metaphysical posts left, plus a rear command.”

“They’ll probably be temporarily assigned to another team.” Wang Zhou also leaned out to take a look. “Without a science post, they definitely can’t go on missions independently.”

Half an hour later…

“Without a science post, we can’t go on missions independently.” Huang Jin put on a polite fake smile and reached out his hand to Wang Zhou. “According to the arrangement, me and Ge Tingting will temporarily be attached to Unit 7. Pardon our intrusion.”

Wang Zhou: “…”

Wang Zhou wiped the sweat from his forehead. “In terms of power distribution, it’s not ideal for B-level officers to be attached to B-level teams…”

“This was specially arranged by Fu Xingchuan.” Huang Jin’s forced smile twitched a bit. “He said he had a hunch that our two teams were destined to be together and that we would definitely be the first ones to find the corpse centipede.”

Unit 7: “…”

They couldn’t tell whether they were being praised or insulted.

After the meeting ended in the early morning, before the sun had risen, the members of the B-level investigation team packed their belongings and headed to their respective assigned locations.

Xiao Zhao brought his equipment to Unit 9’s office and sat next to Lu Xiaohe. Ge Tingting, Huang Jin, Wang Zhou, and Bao Linlin formed a small team and headed straight to the old city district.

“I heard that your whole team went on a business trip, and you two came back early.” On the way, Wang Zhou tried to find a topic. “It’s quite rare in this situation. I hope you both are fine.”

Principally, members of the special investigation team had to act together. Wang Zhou could only think of unexpected injuries that required some members to return early.

“Nothing serious,” Ge Tingting replied fluently with the help of the AI. “Our mission is technically complete. Zhong Ge and Yin Ge still need to stay behind for some investigation work.”

For example, investigating the huge white web structure on the Other Side, or investigating their own biological species. They had heard about phenomena A-A0 “God”, which Huang Jin and Ge Tingting naturally had some knowledge of. Considering that Dr. Cat also belonged to this category, Ge Tingting remained calm.

Even if a Primordial Elemental fell from the sky and triggered a Divine Descent, it wouldn’t be a big deal.

“True, Xiao Zhong should also publish a paper.” The science post, Mr. Wang, who understood their focus, shifted to other matters.

Beside Ge Tingting, Bao Linlin happily chimed in, “I have a feeling that our mission this time will be very smooth.”

“Science post.” She pointed at Wang Zhou.

“Corpse servant, spirit smith, ghost master.” She pointed at Ge Tingting, Huang Jin, and herself, respectively. “Our team has the most diverse personnel, and we have two rear commanders!”

Huang Jin forced a smile in response.

At this point, there was nothing that could give him confidence in the mortal world. Poor Unit 7 still had no idea what was hidden behind Xiang Jiang and Sunken Society.

The car quickly arrived at their destination—Kaining Road in the Donghe District.

The faint morning light illuminated the area as the four of them carried their exploration equipment and disembarked one by one.

This used to be the office area of the old city district. Now, the aging buildings had relocated their businesses, and the remaining structures had either been converted into cheap apartments or left abandoned.

The sunlight was fragmented by the rows of buildings, casting beams of light onto the ground. Breakfast stalls were just starting to set up, and steam rose from the side of old, run-down shops.

Ge Tingting glanced around and bought a bunch of hot steamed dumplings. She divided them into bags for everyone, even giving one to the driver.

“I don’t know how long we’ll be down there. The sewer has a strong smell, so it’s better to eat more in advance.” She made a sincere suggestion.

No one objected, and Wang Zhou went to buy a bag of tea eggs and fried dough sticks. The four of them found a spot near the apartment complex’s grand entrance, which had a beautiful front garden.

Ge Tingting took a bite of the steamed dumpling, releasing a puff of steam. She looked up and caught a glint in her eyes.

The apartment building displayed the gilded characters: “Fanghua Apartments”. The gold coating seemed to have been recently restored—its shiny color contrasting with the nearby old residential buildings.

It seemed familiar, like she had seen it in the files. Ge Tingting swallowed the dumpling but couldn’t remember.

The temperature was low, so the breakfast got cold quickly. The group finished their meal with haste and arrived at the entrance to the sewer behind the building.

“Fortunately, it’s winter. If it were summer during heavy rain, who knows what it would be like.” Wang Zhou put on his mining headlamp, double-checked his gas mask and oxygen generator.

On the other side, Bao Linlin proficiently burned four talismans, sending her fierce ghosts ahead.

Ge Tingting was empty-handed—what the sewer lacked the least was the remains of small animals. However, just in case, she summoned a few dead stray cats and dogs to wait quietly by her feet.

Huang Jin expressionlessly slung his backpack over his chest, filled with tranquility talismans and explosive talismans. What Unit 7 didn’t know was that in a small pocket of his backpack, there was a small round ball.

“Puff…” The ball murmured melancholically.

“You can go down now,” Lu Xiaohe said. “The water level nearby is fine, and no toxic gases have been detected.”

“Roger.”

The four of them cautiously climbed down the ladder, gradually leaving the morning light behind as they descended into the depths of darkness.

Approximately three kilometers underground from this location.

The corpse centipede scurried through the pipes, and Xiang Jiang sat steadily in the gaps between several bodies, with Xiang Hai holding his neck from behind, muttering like a maniac.

Xiang Jiang didn’t wear any equipment; he just sat quietly, listening attentively, resembling a corpse among the bodies.

A faint smile graced his face.

……

Although Qi Xin agreed to cooperate, Meng Huai still refused to let Ms. Qi Xin enter the human stronghold. Yin Ren expressed understanding. For the sake of secrecy, he specifically imagined his favorite hot pot restaurant.

Thus, Qi Xin, holding a Lonely, sat in the empty lobby of the hot pot restaurant. The decoration here was all in vibrant red, which complemented the red hues at the corners of her eyes.

“A sneak attack on Love?” Qi Xin played with the limbs of the Lonely with her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“This is about smothering danger in its cradle,” Yin Ren, sitting across from her, said. “Physically speaking.”

Beside Yin Ren, Zhong Chengshuo pushed his glasses up. “Qi Xin, I agree with your speculation. The body created by Love won’t be weak, and coupled with Yin Ren’s recent maturity, the gap in their abilities is still unknown. Currently, its body hasn’t fully developed, which is our best opportunity.”

His hands crossed on the table, attempting to create a serious atmosphere, but it was weakened by the festive music playing in the hot pot restaurant.

Zhong Chengshuo continued helplessly, “Yin Ren and I have verified that the central hemisphere of the white web absorbs the power of ‘Satisfaction’. That is Love’s ‘cradle’. If my speculation is correct, the other hemisphere should be in an interstitial space, near Love’s true body.”

Love was most likely in the interstitial space, most likely personally guarding its yet-to-be-developed body, awaiting the moment of becoming a “God”.

“I see.”

Qi Xin rubbed her chin.

“You, me, and Yin Ren—the three of us will deal with Love and her ‘cradle’. That would indeed give us the greatest chance of success.”

Zhong Chengshuo: “Yes, the three members of Shian will be rescuing the missing people from the outside. At that time, we can lend a hand and cut off Love’s emergency supplies directly.”

Qi Xin snorted, almost writing “I don’t care” on her face.

“We need to hurry.” Yin Ren ignored Qi Xin’s disdain and changed the topic. “Qi Xin, Love won’t trust you. Once she senses any sign of you betraying her, she will expedite the birth of her body.”

“You don’t have to tell me.” Qi Xin placed the small Lonely on the ground. “Then what are you waiting for? Go greet those humans quickly. Let’s go as soon as possible.”

Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo exchanged glances.

Yin Ren wiped the smile off his face. “Ms. Qi, the situation is urgent. Chengshuo and I don’t have time to slowly explore our own abilities. However, there is one ability that we must learn first, no matter what.”

Qi Xin raised an eyebrow.

“We need to learn how to travel between the human world and the Other Side,” Yin Ren said. “Better safe than sorry.”

As an “elite miner”, Love had been wreaking havoc for so many years; its understanding of space was incomparable. When Love finally descended, it would seal off all gaps, trapping them on the Other Side.

“Do I look like Charon to you? I can only travel if there are gaps or passages,” Qi Xin sneered.

“Teach us that, and we’ll figure out the rest ourselves,” Yin Ren lowered his head. “We’re counting on you.”

“Fine.”

Qi Xin sighed.

“First, you need to find a naturally weak spot in space…”

……

As far as Yin Ren knew, there were four weak points in space in Haigu.

First, the passage to the Other Side in Shian was absolutely not viable. That was their escape route and couldn’t be messed up.

There used to be a gap in the back mountain of Haigu Secondary School, created jointly by Mr. Le and Love. It was considered enemy territory. There was also a gap in the abandoned building of the Municipal Hospital, but it had leaked too much Evil Force and had long been sealed off by Shian.

The only remaining location for a gap was near Fanghua Apartments—where Gao Mengyu’s cat had unfortunately stepped into a pitfall. It was completely natural and hadn’t undergone intense processing.

There was no better practice ground than that.

Half a day later, the three “gods”, Yin Ren, Zhong Chengshuo, and Meiqiu, stood in a row in a corner of the Other Side.

Meiqiu: “Why am I here too?”

“The nature of our bodies and abilities is quite different between us,” Zhong Chengshuo earnestly explained. “In theory, we all possess the potential of a Charon. But who will realize it first is still unknown.”

Meiqiu blinked its fourteen eyes and didn’t curse or grumble again. Converted into a new species with an extremely long lifespan, its recent mood was very good.

“Surely, I’ll succeed first.” Its tail stood straighter than ever.

In front of the three “gods” stood Qi Xin and Gao Mengyu’s cat.

Qiqi waved its fleshy limbs, swiftly gesturing around its body.

[I got stuck nearby.]

It shuddered, still feeling frightened, and pointed to a specific area.

[At that time, I was chasing after an “Annoyance” and suddenly bumped into an unfamiliar place. I struggled and squeezed through any openings I could find and ended up in the human world.]

[When my whole body entered the human world, I felt extremely uncomfortable. After Gao Mengyu moved me back, I found a gap in her living room and settled in there to recover… That place was indeed “soft”, so I could destroy it easily.]

Gao Mengyu’s cat explained with great effort.

[Good luck, everyone.]


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Evil As Humans Ch229

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 229: Mature Body

After reporting their speculation to Shian, Zhong Chengshuo slept deeply.

He lay in a corner of the Other Side base with his head resting on Yin Ren’s leg and his ten fingers tangled in Yin Ren’s long hair. Yin Ren’s wounds had roughly healed, and he had temporarily stopped trading with the Lonelies, just staring out the window in a daze.

Outside the base window, snowflakes were falling, creating a flurry of snow. The distant scenery was blurred, with only the occasional snowflake hitting the window. The screens inside the base played scenes of winter in the human world, with a young Li Nian wearing a scarf appearing from time to time.

Most likely, it was Meng Huai’s memories, Yin Ren thought.

The temperature in the room had dropped, but it wasn’t as vivid as the real world.

Zhong Chengshuo’s breathing, on the other hand, was very distinct. He took off his glasses, his body rising and falling slightly, and his body temperature blended with Yin Ren’s. This person was sleeping so soundly that Fu Tianyi didn’t even dare to make too much movement while chopping up Elemental flesh.

As for the intimate behavior between the two, Zhong Chengfeng wasn’t surprised—she had determined that Yin Ren was “not human”, so Yin Ren’s gender seemed irrelevant. Moreover, this person’s face was truly captivating and very much in line with human aesthetics.

Considering that Zhong Chengfeng was his nominal older sister, Zhong Chengshuo had once wanted to explain seriously about their relationship, but this policewoman just waved her hand.

“What era is it? As long as you didn’t fall for Gao Mengyu’s cat, that’s enough,” Zhong Chengfeng said cheerfully.

Zhong Chengshuo: “…”

He silently returned to Yin Ren’s side, gently kissed his forehead, and then entered a day-long sleep.

……

Finally, his mind eased, and Zhong Chengshuo opened his eyes.

Yin Ren was still sitting in the same spot. However, he had imagined a pillow and blanket, and the two of them were snuggled together under the warm covers, giving off a slight indoor camping vibe.

Yin Ren was still looking out the window, where everything was covered in a hazy white snow. Those white hues imprinted on Yin Ren’s red eyes, transforming into reflections with window grids.

“What are you thinking?”

Zhong Chengshuo didn’t immediately get up.

Yin Ren withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes. A faint smile appeared on his face. “I’m thinking, why did you insist on becoming a ‘god’ like Love… What did you discover in it?”

“Its arm feels very similar to your arm,” Zhong Chengshuo replied frankly. “Do you remember what happened in the Archive?”

Yin Ren made a sound of agreement, his gaze softening.

“Lately, it’s been calm on the outside so there are more Lonelies that dare to go out.” Yin Ren continued, “But ‘Satisfaction’ was injured, and it’s still active as usual, just recovering very slowly.”

Zhong Chengshuo blinked. “Satisfaction? Are you saying…”

“A while ago, we were only focused on saving Meiqiu. Do you remember the reaction of ‘Satisfaction’ when it passed through the White Net? It seemed to be in pain.”

Yin Ren played with Zhong Chengshuo’s earlobe, pinching and rubbing the soft flesh.

“Now that Love is attempting to transform into an A-A0 ‘God’, it, like me, needs energy. Currently, there is no entity on the Other Side with a higher nutritional value than Satisfaction.”

Zhong Chengshuo didn’t say anything, his brows gradually furrowing.

“It’s really strange,” Yin Ren continued absentmindedly. “Satisfaction is clearly injured. Why hasn’t Qi Xin, that Other Side environmentalist, come forward to confront me? I thought she would quickly come to warn me—after all, the ‘Lonelies’ are crawling all over the place, and they can deliver messages.”

Zhong Chengshuo instantly realized. “She knows who did it… ‘Love’ has communicated with her.”

Saying that, Zhong Chengshuo casually pinched the tip of Yin Ren’s hair, quickly calculating in his mind. Yin Ren was currently the strongest “God” in terms of combat power, but this species had no precedent, and he might not be fully matured yet, so he wouldn’t act recklessly. “Love” was slightly behind, still in the process of transformation.

Now, Qi Xin was one of the only four remaining emotions. “Zhong Chengshuo is the smoke bomb, while Yin Ren is the cub.” She was well aware of this fact. Currently, Qi Xin was the biggest variable in this conflict.

Zhong Chengshuo looked at Yin Ren again, but at this moment, Yin Ren leaned down and covered Zhong Chengshuo’s eyes with his palm.

“We must deal with Qi Xin first,” Yin Ren said.

“I agree.” Zhong Chengshuo held the back of Yin Ren’s neck, adjusting their position slightly and moving Yin Ren’s hand back to his ear.

……

Qi Xin tightly shrunk her original form, wishing she could bury hundreds of layers of data within herself.

She didn’t immediately give an answer to Love, but even if she were to join forces with that smiling fox, Love might not believe her.

But Qi Xin knew in her heart that Love wasn’t lying.

The aura emanating from Love was very similar to when Yin Ren broke through the white net. Love probably realized something was wrong at that time… They were the same kind of thing, which meant Yin Ren might also prey on “Satisfaction”.

Neither Yin Ren nor Love were normal Primordial Elementals. Even if Yin Ren lost to Love, she wouldn’t necessarily be able to take control of Yin Ren’s power. And relying on Yin Ren’s victory, as Love said, that guy was born in the human world… Could he be trusted?

Qi Xin had thought that she could switch tracks, allowing fate’s train to crush Love with Yin Ren or even with herself. But now the situation was completely out of her control, and Qi Xin sadly realized that she had become a passerby like the butt of all human jokes.

She couldn’t arrange anything, and now it seemed that Love would be the one arranging her. That conversation that day was akin to a veiled warning.

But was it really good to let Love have complete control over the Other Side?

That guy probably wouldn’t kill Satisfaction but instead weaken it and artificially control its “birth rate”. Then, she would drive humans mad and make up for the parts suffering from famine. As for the human world, that was a separate matter, but for the Other Side, was this really a happy solution?

In the end, “Love” would replace “Fear” and “Satisfaction” and become the true God of the Other Side. It would carry a strong sense of love similar to that of humans and take over the next era of the Other Side.

Qi Xin always felt that something was off, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

Well, there was no need to rush this matter. It could be pondered later.

Still, it was safe at home. Qi Xin sighed as she looked around her surroundings. This was her last stronghold, and only “Satisfaction” could find her. As long as she protected her core and severed connections in time, no matter how many times her avatars were destroyed, she would still survive.

As long as the green hills were preserved, there would be no shortage of firewood. Love and Yin Ren wouldn’t stop fighting just because they couldn’t find her. The more she thought about it, the more negative she became, and the core of Lady Sorrow was almost shrinking into a skeletal ball.

Maybe she should just hide until the end—

Old Fear, Zhong Chengshuo, was immortal, focusing all his abilities on defense. Yin Ren grew in the darkness, and Love was still hatching itself. Both sides were evenly matched.

Maybe she should opt for nonviolent non-cooperation. It would be best if Love and Yin Ren annihilated each other, and then she could come out to clean up the mess.

Qi Xin decided to start praying from now on.

However, deep within the depths of “historical consciousness”, peace seemed elusive.

Qi Xin squirmed in place, suddenly feeling something poking her. It felt like being gently scratched by a cat’s claw, with such a light force that it could be easily ignored.

It must be an illusion.

Qi Xin continued to huddle in the most remote corner of the Other Side, curling up tightly.

That poking sensation appeared again. Qi Xin became increasingly annoyed. She split off an avatar and patrolled around her main body. Not long after, she discovered the culprit—

Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo stood hand in hand beside her core, looking like a pair of harbingers of death.

How can this be?! That was her second reaction.

Immediately, the idea of “main body exposure” hit her like a bucket of cold water, drenching her from head to toe. No, she couldn’t die. She couldn’t accept any mishaps.

Yin Ren was the monster she had personally brought to the Other Side, and Love was something she couldn’t comprehend. Her will to survive wasn’t that strong, but as the last Ancient Primordial Elemental, if she was eliminated, the Other Side would become a battlefield for the two monsters.

Since she couldn’t determine whom to bet her chips on, whoever posed a threat to her would be the enemy.

Qi Xin didn’t waste any words. The tightly curled skeletal ball instantly opened up, returning to its original form—

Countless dead bones intertwined with each other, forming a massive rib cage. It crawled on the ground like a mutated snake’s skeleton. Black and gray mist billowed around it, instantly shrouding the colorful Other Side in chaos.

In stark contrast to the white space of Love and Mr. Le, Qi Xin’s space was dim and gray.

Everything turned into a dark cave, and within the black mist, skeletal remains were revealed, petrified into cave walls. Things similar to stalactites supported the surroundings. When Yin Ren looked closely, he realized that they weren’t stalactites, but a tower formed by countless biological eyeballs.

Tears continuously fell from the tips, and from the depths of the cave, faint cries and sobbing could be heard.

The space of “Sorrow”.

Qi Xin’s avatar jumped up and stood at the top of the rib cage. In this eerie cave, the long snake-like skeletal cage slid silently, wriggling through different caves as if walking on level ground.

Yin Ren: “……”

He gently released Zhong Chengshuo’s hand, and the latter nodded at him.

In the next moment, the pitch-black wing clusters instantly unfolded. On the surface of the wing clusters, the red veil fluttered gracefully without any wind. Zhong Chengshuo tightly embraced the largest wing cluster under the red veil and carefully secured himself.

Qi Xin didn’t wait for Zhong Chengshuo to fasten his seatbelt. She dashed straight towards Yin Ren, with a resolute and sinister determination exposed from her old home.

This time, she didn’t hold back and used lethal moves.

Tears dripped from the stalactite-like eyeballs, and those tears were like poison. When Yin Ren came into contact with them, they instantly drained his strength. The giant rib cage formed by solidified bones grew from the cave wall and pierced Yin Ren’s body like a specimen, injecting a massive amount of sorrow.

Yin Ren awkwardly accepted the emotions.

The flames of Yin Village’s destruction, the desolation of old acquaintances buried by time, the ghost girl floating in the living room watching dramas, the intimate lover whose chest had burst.

The wing clusters were like sponges soaked with water, shedding many tears with each movement.

But Yin Ren’s actions didn’t slow down in the slightest. He quickly broke and fixed his own ribs, swallowing the broken pieces directly into his abdomen. The wing clusters on his hands quickly regenerated, with a bone-like luster on the surface.

Qi Xin nervously observed her opponent.

After recovering, the sea of wing clusters seemed to be pondering a difficult problem, continuously gathering and dispersing on its own. They were busy crawling, raising and lowering the red veil, as if trying to construct something. The most terrifying part was that the aura of that pile of wings was always well suppressed, clearly showing that there was still more power left.

Qi Xin felt a chill in her heart.

As expected, Yin Ren was still growing. For some unknown reason, he was toying with her like a cat playing with a mouse—up until now, Yin Ren hadn’t launched an attack on his own initiative.

If he truly was the cub of “Fear”, she would at least know his limits. Now facing this monster-like entity draped in a red veil, Qi Xin could only feel a deep, genuine fear.

Regardless of why the other party hadn’t made a move, she couldn’t let go of this opportunity.

Qi Xin focused her energy, causing the entire cave to writhe. The stalactite-like eyes became jagged fangs, instantly biting the black mass into several large chunks. The wing clusters trembled in pain, but they didn’t give up their efforts to crawl and stack, persistently converging in one direction.

She couldn’t let them come together!

Qi Xin clenched her teeth tightly, and then the rib cage fence repeatedly crossed the scattered wing clusters. Qi Xin attempted to consume a part of Yin Ren, but this substance was different from the flesh manipulated by Old Fear. They were too lively, and their intense energy almost burned through her body.

Even so, Qi Xin endured the pain and tore and bit, trying to separate the wing clusters further and further.

However, those wing clusters remained interconnected. They pulled strands of viscous threads, flowing like oil down the skeletal rock walls, relentlessly gathering together. The more they gathered, the larger they became, with a beautiful red veil spreading on the surface.

That red color emitted a faint glow, piercing the dim environment.

As the wing clusters gathered, the speed of the rib cage’s movement became faster and faster. Fragmentation, contamination, impact on consciousness—Qi Xin brought out all her special abilities, just to make that hint of red disappear from her territory.

But it was born again and again in the darkness, like an extinguishable ember.

[So that’s how it is.]

While Qi Xin quickly pondered her strategy, a vague consciousness intruded into her mind.

[Thank you, I’ve come to understand something again.]

Qi Xin: “…?”

Before she could react, countless wing clusters seemed to be injected with vitality, rapidly converging at an unprecedented speed. They gathered together, and the surface of the clusters fluttered with the red veil, giving them a somewhat tomb-like appearance.

Then, the shape of the tomb changed.

A blurry silhouette emerged from under the red veil, resembling a human skeleton. The red veil fluttered, and the skeletal figure knelt within the wing clusters.

Qi Xin wanted to rush over, but she was overwhelmed by the imposing presence that felt tangible, unable to approach.

Something emerged from under the red veil.

First, hands covered in black and gray scars and black fingernails. Then, four fair and beautiful arms followed. They extended from under the red veil, leading to the abyss of darkness hidden beneath it.

Under the red veil, the soft wing clusters stuck to each other were revealed. They fluttered and flapped energetically.

Zhong Chengshuo clung tightly to one of the wing clusters, silently observing everything.

‘It really resembles it,’ he thought.

Back in the Archive, Yin Ren nearly lost control and turned into a monstrous being. The current monster still retained its beauty, but there was an additional sense of strange order in its form. Only four of the previously chaotic arms remained, gracefully crossed in front of its body. The wing clusters were pitch black and lacked any luster, much larger than their translucent counterparts.

The red veil still covered the upper body of the human-like figure, concealing Yin Ren’s face.

The transformation was still ongoing.

The red veil gently undulated, forming milky-white bubbles with a faint golden hue on the surface. They were about the size of a fist, exuding a graceful translucent texture. These bubbles pierced patterns on the surface of the red veil, like pearls adorning it.

A crimson glow emanated from the darkness, and at the edge of the red veil, fourteen points of light appeared.

With the emergence of the light, various incomprehensible decorations appeared on the red veil. Some resembled spider legs or xanthium, while others looked like jellyfish adorned with insect limbs… They were small in size, entangled with each other, transforming into exquisite decorations on the red veil.

Swish, swish…

…Jingle.

Finally, what appeared on the red veil was a white substance with patterns resembling brain matter. They gathered at the “top” of the red veil, forming a huge bell with a silver luster, hanging above the humanoid figure’s chest.

Jingle, jingle.

With the movement of the humanoid figure, it emitted a wonderfully beautiful sound.

‘…That’s a truly beautiful monster,’ Zhong Chengshuo thought. It was even more beautiful than when he last saw it.

A monster that belonged to him.

“What the hell is this?!” Qi Xin kept trying to get closer, but the ongoing transformation made her feel uneasy.

Zhong Chengshuo glanced at her and couldn’t help but curl his lips.

He knew the answer.

And she would know it too.

Finally, just before Qi Xin could turn herself into Love #2, the transformation was complete.

A giant humanoid figure knelt silently before her. It was adorned with intricately decorated and mysterious red veils, with its four arms crossed, and below the waist, it transformed into scattered yet orderly clusters of pitch-black wings. It had a human-like shape, but whenever the red veil fluttered, only darkness was revealed beneath.

The imposing presence emanating from this entity was something Qi Xin had never experienced before.

She had encountered “Fear” in the past, but “Fear” never instilled such a strong sense of danger in her. Facing this entity, her perception was akin to a mouse encountering a cat; it was like humans encountering aliens.

Terrifying, dangerous, and incomprehensible.

…There was no other choice. She must escape.

Qi Xin quickly gathered herself. She had to lure this entity over to Love’s white web. Yes, that’s what she would do.

She stared intently at the quiet monster as the illusions around the cave quickly dissipated. However, just as she was about to make her move to flee, the monster slowly extended its hand—

Its two arms formed a gesture of “stop,” while the other two formed a heart shape.

Qi Xin: “…”

Did it mean to make her heart stop? But she didn’t actually have a heart.

Seeing the illusions becoming more chaotic and confused, the monster immediately adjusted its actions, changing the gesture from a heart shape to an “OK” sign.

[Wait, I have something to say!] A stronger mental message came from Yin Ren’s side, momentarily stunning Qi Xin.

She calmly assessed the situation. She wouldn’t fall for such a trick. The space in front of her twisted frantically, on the verge of turning into a vortex—

“Zhong Ge, don’t just stand there! She’s getting away—”

A human voice came from under the red veil, and Yin Ren freed one of his hands, patting the ground in urgency.

Zhong Chengshuo calmly took out the Karma Lantern.

He glanced at the wick, and in an instant, it ignited. The gentle crimson light exploded, casting a red glow on Zhong Chengshuo’s white sweater, adding a touch of warmth to his skin, flickering on his eyelashes.

Only those pitch-black eyes remained the same, as black as void. However, at this moment, those eyes were looking at Yin Ren, exuding a lively and vibrant smile.

The radiant glow, like an evening sunset, scattered all around, instantly engulfing the surrounding black and gray mist. The once colorful Other Side turned into a fervent shade of red in an instant.

Qi Xin was naturally enveloped in this overwhelming red light.

She hadn’t experienced this feeling in many years.

Every time the daylight belonging to “Satisfaction” ended, the black night of “Fear” would engulf everything. If “Satisfaction” was like a gentle warm breeze brushing against her body, the approaching “Fear” felt more like ice, freezing everything in their tracks.

That was the exclusive power of “Fear”, the most primal and dominant.

Compared to the feeling in her memories, the power Zhong Chengshuo now possessed hadn’t weakened but rather strengthened.

Indeed, Yin Ren was a bona fide monster, and “Fear” had never stepped down from its position; it had only been driven to the mortal realm…

Qi Xin felt disheartened.

Zhong Chengshuo clearly focused all his abilities on defense, yet somehow he regained this deadly power. It didn’t matter if he lacked offensive capabilities; with Yin Ren standing beside him, these two beasts could unleash havoc on the Other Side at any time.

Knowing these secrets, her chances of survival were slim.

Perhaps the annihilation of the Other Side was inevitable. Qi Xin sat despondently on top of her true self, quietly waiting for the end to come.

But right before her eyes, Yin Ren rapidly shrunk and transformed back into his human form. He looked quite exhausted and collapsed onto Zhong Chengshuo, who held him securely, with the lantern in his other hand.

“Sure enough, I guessed right.” Yin Ren had a happy expression.

“Yeah, you were amazing,” Zhong Chengshuo seemed like he wanted to applaud, but his hands were occupied. He could only lean his head sideways and rub against Yin Ren as a way of caressing him.

“Unfortunately, we were a little short.” Yin Ren’s face drooped. “This could be considered successful growth, possessing power but lacking skill… Later, I’ll go near the white web to explore. Let’s formulate a battle plan.”

Qi Xin: “…” You want to hang out before killing me?

“Don’t be too hasty. That attack just now must have depleted you,” Zhong Chengshuo whispered.

He wanted to feed on her to replenish himself, right? Qi Xin sighed inwardly.

“Oh, I’ll go hunting and exchange food with the Lonelies.” Yin Ren waved his hand. “They like hoarding food, so they’ll accept whatever is given.”

Qi Xin: “?” These two still didn’t possess a murderous aura. Amidst her desolation, a faint trace of anger emerged.

They whispered to each other for a while, and Yin Ren regained some strength. He left Zhong Chengshuo’s embrace and staggered towards Qi Xin.

“I’m sorry.” He lowered his head. “I didn’t mean to scare you—if I didn’t do that, you wouldn’t have put forth your full strength to deal with me.”

Ms. Qi, who always left herself ten thousand ways out: “…”

What kind of act is he going to put on now?

“‘Love’ has approached you, and we are aware of it. If I’m not mistaken, you’re probably still undecided, waiting for us to fight until we both suffer. Unfortunately, I don’t want to take such a risk.”

Yin Ren smiled faintly.

“Now, you should know whose side to lean towards.”

Could she still survive this?

Qi Xin forced herself to continue thinking. “Given the current situation, I’ll be direct. ‘Love’ may not necessarily be weaker than you.”

“You belong to the same category, and it happens to be in its prime in the mortal realm. The Great Celestial Master needs the cooperation of countless ghosts to seal the Evil Spirits. The body she created will surely not be inferior to an Evil Spirit… You only have the advantage of being ‘born’ earlier.”

Yin Ren remained silent.

“I’m not insinuating that your camp ‘can’t do without me’. I’m speaking the truth, and you should know,” Qi Xin added as coldly as possible.

“Do you know why we were able to find you so quickly?”

Amidst the fiery red light, Yin Ren looked up at Qi Xin on the pile of bones. He maintained his smile and evaded the question.

Qi Xin choked for a moment; she was also incredibly curious. She had finally found this secluded place after hiding for thousands of years, but she was suddenly discovered.

“It’s because I understand humans,” Yin Ren said. “Among a thousand thoughts, everyone has some impression, but they will always discard them and remember only certain things.”

For example, memories filled with pain, mundane moments, forgotten knowledge… or the history of humanity.

But the former was too fragmented and scattered to accommodate Qi Xin, the great Buddha. As for the latter, after numerous embellishments, it existed ambiguously in everyone’s mind.

That might be the most rugged and secretive part of all the “data” created by humans.

“But this place is very large.” Qi Xin pursed her lips, finding it hard to accept this explanation.

Yin Ren silently took out his phone, and as soon as it saw Qi Xin, the battery, which was originally full, quickly drained, and the phone automatically shut down.

“As long as you find the right place and detect the ‘unease’ on the scale of major Elementals, it’s not that difficult.”

Qi Xin: “…”

If only she had eaten this Dog Thing back in Gengsheng Town.

…But she had indeed been seen through by this person. All in all, she couldn’t argue that she hadn’t lost.

Qi Xin: “Stop beating around the bush and speak directly. What do you really want to express?”

Yin Ren focused his attention, and the red veil danced as the monstrous creature reappeared from within the red light. The creature extended a hand and gently took the lantern from Zhong Chengshuo, who was holding it. Then, its head turned towards Qi Xin. Although covered by the red veil, Qi Xin could still feel its intense gaze.

“I understand humans,” Yin Ren said softly.

During the incident in the Archive, in his dying moments, his body only displayed three distinct emotional states.

“Fear” was the basis of his power, “Disgust” was stirred by the illusion of Yin Village, and “Love” was for Zhong Chengshuo. In the eve of his bodily collapse, they blended with the impression of the Great Celestial Master himself, accumulating in a chaotic tumor-like mass.

So, what would happen if he consciously understood and controlled these emotions? But mere imagination wasn’t enough; the force was still too weak. He needed stronger stimulation, a more dangerous situation, to force his instincts to emerge.

Qi Xin was the most suitable choice.

Yin Ren had an intuitive confidence in the existence of this ability. Unlike the Elementals that lived off emotions, lacking understanding of the why, he had a deeper understanding of “emotions”.

After all, he was fundamentally human.

“I understand love, hate, joy, and sorrow. Satisfaction, fear, passion, sadness… even loneliness and unease, I have experienced them all, and I know what they feel like.”

“But you all are just… you.”

Qi Xin had nothing to say.

She naturally understood. The understanding of Elementals towards humans was mostly limited to the type of emotion they had experienced themselves. As for other emotions, they had simply thrown them to the Other Side to other Elementals.

But those were not human emotions. Even Zhong Chengshuo, who was the apex of the Elementals, appeared confused and clumsy in the face of human emotions.

“‘Love’ can’t become like me. But I have personally experienced what happens if ‘Love’ loses control.”

Seeing that Qi Xin remained silent, the monster beneath the red veil spoke again, with a hint of laughter in its tone.

“Miss Qi Xin… no, Sorrow, among the four major Primordial Elementals, you are the one who understands the decline of the current situation the most. You should also know that the Other Side of today can never return to the way it was before. Whether ‘Love’ is sincere or fake, the phantom she chases is destined to be unattainable.”

The colossal monster extended a hand.

“And pursuing a past that no longer exists will only lead to madness. Well, at least for humans.”

“While that may be true, you don’t care about the Other Side.” Qi Xin’s brows furrowed, a hint of hesitation in her expression, “If—”

“Yes, yes, yes, I don’t care. But finally, we’ve reached this point.”

Yin Ren tinkered with the bell hanging on his chest, and with a jingling sound, ripples spread through the red light.

“Before, you supplied goods for Sunken Society’s research, and now you can supply goods for Shian. The path is already paved.”

Qi Xin frowned. “Why do we have to—”

Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly choked and looked at Yin Ren in shock.

“I have zero interest in your Other Side, but I want to live in the human world. To live well, I need money,” Yin Ren expressed sincerely. “Shian will provide you with funding and rewards. You can hire the two of us to work on the Other Side.”

Qi Xin: “…………”

She understood that only interests were eternal, but she never expected that Yin Ren’s “interest” would be so literal and devoid of any dilution.

Qi Xin felt a headache coming on. “Is that it?”

Yin Ren’s voice became even more sincere. “Yes, that’s it.”

Qi Xin: “I’ll think about it.”

“No, I want an answer now.”

“…I’ll side with you.” Qi Xin squeezed out her response through clenched teeth.

Well, the plan hadn’t changed after all. She thought numbly.

Let’s see how far things would develop.

……

“In recent days, workers discovered a potent hallucinogenic mold in the sewers of Haigu…”

“The ‘corpse centipede’ monster witnessed by hundreds of people doesn’t actually exist. The sewers in the old city district appear to have a malfunction, with garbage entangled in clusters…”

“Our city will conduct a comprehensive inspection and maintenance of the sewer system in the near future. We ask for everyone’s cooperation…”

The voice of the host continuously drilled into his mind. Xiang Jiang raised his hand and turned off the TV directly.

Indeed, Shian had counterattacked, and in such a clumsy way. Xiang Jiang didn’t have any thoughts about it. He knew that this day would come sooner or later—Fu Xingchuan wouldn’t just sit and wait for death. No matter how ugly the tactics were, that man would shamelessly employ them.

Now, the mountain village that had ruined their family’s life had already received punishment.

But the person who caused his brother’s unjust death and transformed into a vengeful ghost was still living peacefully in the city.

That wouldn’t do.

“Hey, it’s me… Yeah, I know. I saw the news just now.”

Xiang Jiang dialed Shen Mo’s phone.

“Since the centipede is no longer useful, I’ll take care of it properly.” He lifted his clouded eyes and looked at the turned-off TV. “Don’t worry, I won’t let it rest in peace.”


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Full Server First Kill Ch16

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 16: Falling

“Did you feel anything unusual?” Teest asked with enthusiasm.

Nol clenched his fists. His well-cultured demeanor forced him to maintain his composure—this was the millionth time Teest had asked him that. Teest had taken him around the City Lord’s mansion twice, as if he wasn’t a Lich but a corpse-sniffing dog.

“There are quite a few dead people around so it’s hard to tell,” Nol replied with a straight face. Whitebird City had stood for hundreds of years. Which household wasn’t near a few buried corpses?

“Oh…” Teest’s shoulders sagged in disappointment.

“Also, there are magical disruptors in that mansion. I need to get closer to sense properly,” Nol added.

“We should be at least 70-80% sure before we go in,” Teest said, twirling the ivy on the fence of the mansion. “If the City Lord really is involved in something, we could easily alert him.”

Nol couldn’t help but smile, showing Teest “The Complete Recipe Book” he held.

The ground was teeming with Investigation Knights, and having a notebook made of dragon skin was too conspicuous. So Nol used a unique skill inherent to his bloodline—wrapping the book cover.

He took the cover of “The Complete Recipe Book” he bought in a magic shop and wrapped it around the Dragon Corpse Notebook. Given that Teest claimed to be a cook, holding a recipe book seemed reasonable.

Amid Teest’s puzzled gaze, Nol flipped to the second page of the notebook.

[Hiding in the Shadows: Consumes 2 MP per minute. Conceals a specific object within a 100*100*200 (cm) space.]

Before heading out, he had specially prepared this new invisibility spell. The spell had low consumption and was effective, with only one drawback.

“Do we really have to do this?” Teest asked deeply.

“My magic power is limited,” Nol stated confidently. The invisibility spell’s mana consumption was calculated by space, which was even more aggressive than the rent in City A. What could he do?

Now, with Teest’s hands resting on Nol’s shoulders and the two of them standing front to back, their proximity was extreme. They moved in sync like Siamese twins, as if playing a game of tag with an invisible opponent.

“If you have a way to conceal your breath, I suggest you use it,” Nol advised as they approached the back door of the mansion.

He knew that the Fallen Knights had a skill called “Breath of the Despicable” that could eliminate their presence, which was essential for backstabbing.

Teest nodded listlessly, and the two, like a clumsy gust of wind, stumbled into the mansion. Unfortunately, there were more obstacles inside than they had anticipated.

Whitebird City wasn’t big. Lord Swain would spare two hours out of his day to meet commoners. Here, “commoners” mainly referred to homeowners and legitimate businessmen.

However, times had changed. The City Lord was fully invested in finding his daughter. Even the dirtiest beggar or wandering fortune teller could meet him if they had information.

There was a long line outside the City Lord’s office, everyone wanting to get some gold wheels. Nol and Teest had stealthily stepped on many toes before finally squeezing into the office.

The City Lord’s office was well-lit, with a row of large windows overlooking the forest, clear sky, and two adjacent snow-capped mountains. One side of the room was filled with books on shelves, all dust-free, indicating frequent usage.

Despite it being summer, a fireplace burned in the room. Small fragrant logs slowly turned to ash, filling the room with an invigorating scent.

After sneaking in, the two found a corner and focused on the main figure in the room.

Lord Swain sat at his desk, surrounded by piles of documents, looking weak and worried. An elderly servant was the only other person in the room, attending to the door as per the City Lord’s instructions.

“Next,” Lord Swain said with a cough.

“Next!” The old servant opened the door wide and shouted—this was how Nol and Teest had slipped in earlier.

The next person to enter was someone they recognized.

“Good afternoon, honorable Lord Swain.”

Chef Kurt stood nervously in the center of the room, still dressed in his finest attire. This time, he wore a comical hat, holding it against his chest, making an effort to bow.

“I, Gbagbo Kurt from Palm Street, am here to submit a relocation application,” he said carefully. “My wife, our daughter, and I wish to leave Whitebird City.”

“Reason?” Lord Swain looked up, pausing his writing.

A hint of joy appeared on Kurt’s face. “The Alva Merchant Group has officially hired me. They especially like my peach cake and want to collaborate long-term. They mentioned providing housing for us in Grape Collar. I think—I think this is an opportunity, given recent events in my household…”

He swallowed, not finishing his sentence.

“Of course, I remember the Kurt family,” Lord Swain said, setting down his pen and clasping his hands together. “I’m very sorry about your son. Leaving Whitebird City is good for you.”

Mr. Kurt bowed even lower.

Lord Swain searched in his drawer for a moment, then stood up.

“Whether one is a lord or a chef, the feelings of being a parent are the same,” he said, approaching Kurt and sighing deeply. “This is a small personal token from me, hoping you’ll have a smooth life in Grape Collar. You deserve better.”

He handed Mr. Kurt a small cloth bag, and Nol heard the faint jingle of coins.

“Thank you, oh heavens, thank you.” Mr. Kurt’s eyes welled up. “Praise the Goddess. May she calm all calamities with mercy.”

Lord Swain patted his shoulder.

[Perhaps the Lord isn’t as bad as we thought.] Nol communicated telepathically. [At least Mr. Kurt won’t have to worry about his daughter’s tuition anymore.]

[I find him even more suspicious now,] Teest responded. [If he really cared about the Kurt family, he would have shown it earlier—I don’t believe he wasn’t aware of their situation—yet he waited until Kurt found a way out, then gave him some money. Now the Kurt family will be too grateful to inquire further into the cause of their son’s death.]

[…The cause of Kurt’s son’s death?]

[While you’re busy corresponding with the witch, I have to find things to do too.]

Teest stretched his arms, leaning against Nol.

[From what I gathered, 14 days ago, Young Kurt disappeared from Whitebird City. The restaurant owner said he went to Dogtooth Bay; five days ago, he was killed by the Eternalists. The Investigation Knights witnessed him being blown to bits from afar… In those nine days, no one saw him. And the restaurant owner happens to be an Eternalist. Honesty isn’t their virtue.]

Nol frowned. [Continue.]

[To kill just an ordinary person, the methods of the Eternal Church seem quite exaggerated. It’s more like they’re trying to create a distraction. Otherwise, why meet right under the noses of the Investigation Knights? They could have waited.]

The thought was indeed a bit peculiar. Nol pondered for a few seconds. [You’re saying the Eternal Church intentionally exposed their own member to fake the death scene of Kurt’s son?]

He wasn’t used to such cold calculations.

[That’s my guess,] Teest said. [Now that the City Lord is seemingly helping them keep quiet, I have to be suspicious.]

Although Nol also had doubts about the City Lord, he was still taken aback by Teest’s thoughts.

In Nol’s view, the death of Kurt’s son might have been a hasty act by some minions of the Eternal Church. Lord Swain, being late to offer coins, might just be unaware or preoccupied. He hadn’t considered this… cunning angle.

Teest’s thinking was sharp, with a touch of darkness.

Before, as soon as his bones had fully grown, Teest had changed his address from “Mage” to “Mr. Mage”. He obviously knew how to determine the gender of a skeleton… What does this guy do in the real world?

[It makes sense, but unfortunately, we have no evidence,] Nol concluded after Mr. Kurt left the room. [If the City Lord really has issues, he certainly knows how to handle the Investigation Knights. I assume he’s already disposed of the evidence.]

[Trust me, this guy definitely has vulnerabilities.] Teest thought with amusement.

[How can you…] Before Nol could finish asking “be sure“, he suddenly felt a strong scent of death.

In the room, Lord Swain took out the silver flask given to him by his daughter and took a sip.

From the narrow, dark mouth of the flask, a chilling scent of death overflowed. Nol quickly covered his mouth to prevent a retch.

It was the smell of a dead person, and overwhelmingly so.

Whatever was in the flask wasn’t just mixed with human remains; it smelled like a whole body—fresh, cold, and intact.

But how can an entire person fit into a small flask?

Once the flask was closed, the scent vanished as if it had been an illusion. Under the sunlight, the angelic engraving on the flask shimmered. Lord Swain closed his eyes, swallowing and sighing, clearly savoring the moment.

Noticing Nol’s reaction, Teest’s amusement grew. He leaned closer to Nol’s ear—even though they were communicating telepathically at the moment.

[You see, they are, after all, followers of a wicked cult,] he thought, almost whisper-like. [People always say that when you love someone, it cannot be hidden… I say, the same goes when you love a god.]

……

Upon returning to the City Lord’s mansion, the two decided to brazenly enter through the front door. After all, with everyone and their pet cat or dog present, they wouldn’t stand out too much. Nol’s MP was tightly stretched. He couldn’t sustain the invisibility spell recklessly.

As the two leisurely ascended the staircase, they communicated telepathically.

[Ah, I’d really like to tip off the Temple about this intelligence.] Teest walked behind Nol, muttering in his thoughts. [It would be delightful to watch them fight while we stand by.]

Nol wholeheartedly agreed. If the Temple of Life was righteous, then it would be a battle of good against evil. But if they couldn’t be trusted, watching the factions bite at each other would be entertaining. They might even benefit from the chaos.

Ideally, that would be perfect. However, reality was less forgiving. Given the matter involved the City Lord and a sinister cult, even if they reported anonymously, the Investigation Knights would still trace the source.

Nol didn’t want the Temple’s attention. Going by Teest’s sentiments, he didn’t want to be widowed at such a young age either, fearing the system might inflict some debuff on him.

[We’re already here. Let’s think positively.] Nol murmured, [The City Lord won’t be too wary of us right now. We have plenty of time to investigate thoroughly and might find a better solution.]

[We’ll need to find a way to stay at the City Lord’s mansion then.] Teest pointed out.

[Yes, let me think…] Nol started brainstorming.

At that moment, Teest, walking behind, suddenly halted. Before Nol could react, Teest began to fall backward.

Nol’s heart skipped a beat.

For a split second, time seemed to stretch endlessly—Teest’s face held a smile, his silver hair spreading out as if he was sinking underwater.

Nol instinctively reached out, managing only to graze a strand of Teest’s hair. The cold hair strand slipped through his fingers, leaving his palm empty.

Teest plummeted, rolling down the staircase before crashing at the turn. Blood began to spread on the carpet, staining his silver hair.

The entire ordeal lasted mere seconds. If this were a scene in a film, the protagonist would surely be doomed.

“Teest!” An aghast Nol almost forgot to breathe. As he hurriedly descended the stairs, he prepared a healing spell—

[Don’t heal me. I’ve got this.] Teest’s calm thoughts reached him. [Now, we have a reason to stay.]

[What kind of rotten idea is this?] Nol thought bitterly. [We agreed to investigate together. I’m still going to heal you. If you recover too fast, it’ll raise suspicions.]

When they previously rescued the young knight, Teest’s excuse was that he “happened to have a healing potion.” That wouldn’t work this time. Claiming to possess another expensive healing potion would make them look suspicious, especially to the Temple’s Investigation Knights.

With half-closed eyes, Teest looked over. His eyes, obscured by blood, glimmered. As he gazed at Nol, the latter returned the stare intently.

[A rotten idea? My dear Mr. Mage, how could you think so?]

Weakly turning his head to the ceiling, the metallic scent of blood became more potent, yet Teest’s eyes remained mischievous.

[After our investigation, I can replicate this injury. No one would be the wiser.]

[This is clearly the best idea.]


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Full Server First Kill Ch15

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 15: Lynn

The advantage of the forest at night was that it shattered the night sky. The four moons were nowhere to be seen; with only moonlight trickling down through the gaps.

“I’ve suddenly realized that a Lich is the best companion,” Teest said. He was carrying a lantern while his boots stepped on thick fallen leaves. The leaves, soaked with moisture, felt almost like a carpet.

Nol was walking ahead, carefully sensing the scent of the skeleton rats—there were plenty of corpses in the forest, so he had to be extra cautious.

“Why the sudden praise?” Nol adjusted his course upon spotting a skeleton rat.

“If it were a regular person, they’d definitely call the Investigation Knights,” Teest mused. “That would ruin the adventuring mood, right?”

Yeah, as if he had a choice. Nol rolled his eyes, not bothering to hide them, which glowed with a ghostly blue light.

In theory, it would indeed be safer to call the Investigation Knights. But if he did, he’d have to demonstrate his guiding necromancy to the Temple, potentially turning his head into a church artifact.

Nol continued forward. His mental state had stabilized. He decided not to think about the grim fate of the young knight that occasionally haunted his vision—

Regardless of his distress, nothing would change. “Calmness” was his main weapon, even if it was a fragile one built on sand.

Suddenly, he stopped.

“Hm?” Teest hummed.

Nol looked down at a thread—a taut strand of flax-colored hair. If not for his dark vision, he wouldn’t have noticed it.

It looked like a tripwire for a landmine. As a warning, there were two skeleton rats nearby, forming an exclamation mark.

“Don’t move a step!” Nol immediately warned.

He felt something was off just now. It was too quiet here, with no sounds of animals to be heard.

Nol summoned a skeleton crow. The crow flew low along the hair, soon spiraling up, cawing.

“Form an earth wall barrier in the direction of the crow’s call,” Nol instructed Teest, touching his Dragon Corpse Notebook.

Without hesitation, the ground trembled, and a half-meter thick wall of earth rose beside them. Nol broke off a dry twig and threw it at the hair strand.

“Boom!”

The thick earth shield shuddered, and once the smoke cleared, Nol moved to the other side of the shield. The originally smooth surface of the earth was now pockmarked, embedded with three or four ceramic human teeth. They weren’t deeply embedded, indicating the explosion wasn’t that powerful.

…A fragmentary landmine, a standard anti-infantry one.

Looking at the dark, bushy forest, Nol pursed his lips tightly.

It was a monster’s skill, but not a normal monster’s way. Nearby might be a neighbor, who was clearly hostile—the landmine was placed right where the skeleton rat pointed, clearly a warning.

“Hehe.” A giggle echoed from the bushes.

A broken ceramic doll emerged, with decayed clothing, faded paint, and one missing eye. The remaining eye was eerily blue.

“Go back,” it croaked, swinging its arms. “Go back or die.”

“Die, die…”

In the darkness, countless voices echoed softly. The bushes swayed, and the noise of joints twisted one after another. The dark forest turned into a puppet theater, with arms, legs, and heads popping out and retracting.

“Puppet Witch, a type of humanoid monster,” Nol quickly deduced. “They’re good at traps and potions, controlling humanoid non-humans.”

Traditional Puppet Witches preferred ropes, traps, and poisoned darts. This one seemed to prefer landmines.

After hearing the explanation, Teest applauded leisurely, as if on a spring outing.

Nol intently watched the ceramic doll, knowing the witch was observing through the doll’s eye.

“Please wait here for four hours. I’ll be back before sunrise,” Nol said.

The doll turned its neck with a creak.

“Lady Lynn won’t accept your things,” it giggled. “Only fools accept enemy gifts.”

“You just need to bring it back. I guarantee she will accept it,” Nol said, staring into the doll’s single eye, emphasizing each word.

……

“So, you’re going to write her a letter? Seeing you come back specially, I thought you were preparing some extraordinary bribe.” In the inn room, Teest sat on Nol’s bed. “Just a letter. Chances are she might throw it away before even reading it.”

“She won’t,” Nol said, picking up a quill pen.

“Oh?” Teest responded with keen interest.

The inn regularly accommodated merchants, so it was fully equipped. Nol quickly found what he needed—ample and sturdy wrapping paper that could be cut into envelopes of various sizes.

“Please leave.” Seeing the white-haired knight stuck to the bed, Nol put down his quill again.

“Let me watch,” Teest pleaded pitifully.

“No.”

“Ah, well. It seems this is a ‘monster-to-monster’ secret conversation,” Teest said as he got up from the bed, dejectedly walking out. Before leaving, he made sure to lock the door securely.

Nol appreciated this about Teest. Once he refused, he didn’t persist annoyingly, nor did he constantly probe with insinuations.

However, to be safe, after locking the door, Nol cast two soundproofing spells. He then summoned a skeleton parrot with the little MP he had left.

In this world, monsters could only make monster noises, and he could only read and write in the common language of “Tahe”.

Even Players communicated using this universal language—it was how the system was set up. In this way, not only was it more in line with the world view, but it also allowed Players from different regions to communicate without barriers.

But lately, Nol had been keen on finding loopholes, and he indeed found one.

The game’s language correction only appeared when people “perceived” this world. If he closed his eyes and imagined home, Nol realized he could still speak his native tongue.

Like now.

Imagining his parents’ faces, Nol began to speak to the skeleton parrot.

He first briefly described the world’s situation in his native language, then introduced himself and the three surviving compatriots in the Dragon’s Lair. To prove it, Nol also mentioned how to call up the status bar.

“My companions and I are looking for Margaret Swain,” Nol finally said gravely. “We suspect the street urchins know something, which is why we followed them. If you need help or know anything relevant, please contact me anytime. I’m staying at the Blue Fountain Inn, in the Iris Room’s east bedroom.”

Just in case, he repeated everything in the most commonly spoken foreign language.

The skeleton parrot nodded, scattering into a pile of fine bones. When it reformed, it would recount everything it heard, then return to death.

Nol wrapped it into a flat little package and then picked up the quill, carefully drawing a crest on the package.

It was a symmetrical spiral design—three spirals connected at the tips, simple and elegant. The sales office said it was three auspicious clouds, but Nol always thought it looked more like a clover.

It was the logo of the “Yunshang Joy Garden” community.

After drawing, Nol closed his eyes and scribbled the date “2××3.07.31” below it—the exact date they transmigrated. Once the ink dried, he tucked the package into his pocket.

When leaving the inn, Nol instinctively looked at Teest’s room. There was no light through the door crack. Most likely, Teest had fallen asleep.

“Goodnight,” he whispered, and he gently closed the door.

The witch’s response came quickly—

When Nol returned to his room, the eastern sky was just brightening. Before he could sit down, there was a knock on the window.

Opening the curtains, he saw the child leader from the other day, Hannah, clinging to the window, nose pressed against the glass while her eyes curiously scanned the room. The inn was heavily secured, and he wondered how she got in. Seeing the dirt and grass on her, it was clear she didn’t use the main entrance.

As soon as he opened the window, Hannah hopped in like a bird.

“I’m here to reply,” she said nonchalantly. “Hey, there are cookies here. Can I eat them?”

Nol had to cast another soundproofing spell. “…Speak first, eat later.”

The fact that the witch Lynn sent a local to relay the message wasn’t a good sign.

“Lynn thanks you for your kindness. She has personal matters and really can’t get away.” Hannah quickly grabbed a cookie and continued, “She’s willing to exchange information for tools and potions, but she doesn’t want to meet now. That’s it.”

As expected, the other party was very cautious. Nol didn’t feel offended. Unlike Ye Meng or the old couple, this neighbor probably struggled alone for a month. A more gullible person would likely have been reduced to mere bones by now.

“I understand,” Nol responded calmly.

Hannah looked him up and down for a while, then took a bite of her cookie.

“Oh, also,” she began with a smile, “Lynn mentioned that if you don’t immediately scoff, frown, or berate her for being ungrateful, she has something else to say.”

Nol smirked, finding his neighbor quite intriguing.

“If you can pacify the human disaster in Whitebird City, she’d be more than happy to assist you. Observation is necessary. She doesn’t want to work under someone whose values don’t align or lack ability… These were her exact words.”

Having finished her cookie, Hannah now licked the crumbs from between her fingers.

“Human disaster in Whitebird City?” Nol raised an eyebrow.

Hannah’s playful demeanor faded, and she looked up, her green eyes wolf-like. “Yes, you’ll have to figure out the mystery yourself. Lynn said you’re special, and you might think, ‘It’s not a big deal’.”

Nol fell silent. Hannah probably didn’t understand the deeper meaning behind those words, but he did. He understood what the neighbor was really asking—

If you’re indeed from a gaming company and this place resembles your game, how would you view the misfortunes of its inhabitants?

Would you consider them just “virtual data”?

If their answers differed, cooperation would likely be difficult.

Nol thought of Teest, the indifferent “none of my business” type. With all protective mechanisms now disabled, he didn’t want to imagine what some radical Players might do.

“I accept. Her concerns are valid,” Nol said calmly.

The young girl finished another two cookies, looking puzzled. “Aren’t you going to ask anything else?”

“She has already revealed enough.” Nol handed her the remaining cookies. “Please convey a message for me—due to unforeseen circumstances, I can only handle this matter with the help of my knight companion.”

……

In the early morning, Teest walked into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He had this peculiar habit of cooking for himself rather than eating pre-made food.

Nol had tasted his cooking before. It wasn’t gourmet, but had a simple, homemade taste. Compared to his own nonexistent cooking skills from always working late, Teest’s culinary talents were superior.

“You want to enter the City Lord’s mansion? The witch actually replied to you?” Teest asked, poking at his fried ham on the breakfast table.

“Whitebird City will face a ‘human disaster’. She didn’t specify what.”

“Sounds just like a witch.” Teest continued with his meal. “But how is this related to the disappearance case?”

“I asked, she didn’t mention it. Her silence is a statement,” Nol said. “If the witch had nothing to do with it, she could have easily denied any involvement.”

“You saw it yesterday; the power of the witch’s mechanism isn’t great. She even evacuated the surrounding animals in advance… She has a soft heart.”

Meaning, she certainly didn’t view the inhabitants as mere data.

“You think Miss Swain is hiding with the witch?” Teest raised an eyebrow. “So that’s why those kids dared to enter the forest so fearlessly, knowing the witch meant no harm.”

Nol nodded. “As for why I want to go to the City Lord’s mansion—the witch only mentioned a human disaster, without specifying a date.”

“I see, so it’s not urgent.” Teest put down his cutlery. “I guess it’s because the Investigation Knights are here, so certain people don’t dare to act rashly.”

“Exactly. The witch is related to the disappearance, and she specifically mentioned a ‘human disaster’. The two must be connected. To investigate the disappearance, the City Lord’s mansion is the most logical target,” Nol concluded.

Teest’s plate was already empty. He rested his cheek on one hand, silently watching Nol. Feeling the stare, Nol got uneasy. “…What are you looking at?”

“I agree to investigate the City Lord’s mansion, but I have mixed feelings right now,” Teest said. “On one hand, I think you’re incredibly smart. On the other hand, I find you so dense that it’s scary.”

“My feelings are quite straightforward at the moment. I think you’re very verbose. Spit it out, Sir Knight.”

“It’s quite simple. A fourteen-year-old girl, forced to seek refuge with a monster. This implies that, to her, her own father is entirely untrustworthy.”

Teest picked up his fork and carelessly jabbed it into Nol’s plate. “However, that’s assuming she’s still alive. Can the witch truly be trusted? You should be skeptical of everyone, honey.”

“Teest.”

“Hm?”

“Can I trust you?” Nol generously offered up his plate.

Teest forked a piece of fried egg and winked at him. “Of course you can. We can’t leave each other, can we?”


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Modern Warfare Witch

If the culinary skills are rated out of five stars—

Teest: ★★★☆☆

Nol: ★☆☆☆☆

Nol, who probably just boils instant noodles, heats up fast food, or orders takeout on a usual day. The pitiable overtime worker…


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Criminal Psychology Ch271

Author: 长洱 / Chang’er

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


Chapter 271

Hongjing Detention Center.

After hearing Lin Chen’s question, Shen Lian smiled. She raised the corners of her eyes, revealing her lips in a pleasant and mocking smile.

Lin Chen sat in front of her. Although he appeared to be a seasoned hunter, the slight hunch in his back and the lackluster look in his eyes delighted Shen Lian.

After all, no one understood better than her how terrifying the effects of drugs could be. People were merely puppets controlled by their brains.

She said, “Lin Chen, is this how you conduct interrogations? Being so straightforward and trying to trap me with simple questions? It’s not up to your usual standards.”

“It’s not a trap; I just ask whatever comes to mind. My style has always been more direct, as you know,” Lin Chen replied with a friendly tone.

However, before she could respond, Lin Chen suddenly leaned forward and nervously repeated the previous question, emphasizing his tone, “So, have you seen him?”

Shen Lian was a little displeased. Lin Chen had always been courteous to her, and for people like them, engaging in a conversation required some verbal fencing and skilled exchanges. Experts could duel with both real and feigned moves, but Lin Chen’s direct approach was simply insulting to her.

She was about to retaliate when Lin Chen leaned back comfortably in his chair. There was no luster in his black eyes, and his gaze seemed vacant, as if he were focusing on nothing in particular. He slowly said, “Oh… You’ve seen him.”

Shen Lian furrowed her brows. Lin Chen’s response made her feel strangely uncomfortable. She decided to seize the opportunity to attack his sore point, “How is your teacher doing?”

Lin Chen showed no signs of distress and maintained his leisurely attitude, saying, “Before talking to you, I called my teacher. He’s still in the ICU.”

“Is he out of danger?”

“Well, you know, unless it’s really bad, doctors won’t directly tell the patient’s family to prepare funeral clothes. So, I guess we can wait a bit longer.”

Lin Chen answered truthfully. Shen Lian continued to observe his every reaction. Looking at his pale face, he now resembled a paper man that could collapse at any moment.

She felt that she should be satisfied with this result. She even had the confidence to make Lin Chen vomit on the spot, but she also felt that she should be cautious.

As expected, during the brief pause she gave Lin Chen, after he talked about his teacher with an indifferent tone and his gaze seemed to be placed nowhere in particular, he continued, “By the way, is your teacher Duan Wanshan or someone else?”

Lin Chen knew exactly how to ask questions that could make people most uncomfortable.

He said, “I know Feng Peilin. I’ve also talked to Xiang Ye and Meijing. In my opinion, all of you are exceptionally intelligent people. People like you would willingly follow him, which means he must have a strong personal charisma, or his ideas must deeply resonate with you. You all believe that you are dedicating yourselves to truth and ideals because, at this level, the typical idol worship doesn’t apply to you.” After saying this, Lin Chen briefly glanced at her with a casual look and continued, “It’s interesting, isn’t it? The leader of a criminal organization doesn’t use common criminal methods; they prefer to brainwash people with things like ideology and ideals. One of the benefits of brainwashing is that even if you are secretly controlled by him, you all believe it’s ‘my’ own firm belief rather than ideas he has instilled in ‘me’.”

Shen Lian blinked but didn’t speak.

“I’ve always been curious about why your academic performance skyrocketed after the second year of junior high. At that time, I didn’t connect you with a case I dealt with before. But now that I think about it, it’s probably because of a certain special and stubborn dark side of you that attracted him. He used some methods to transform you into a completely different person from the cowardly and powerless you of the past. I think you must be addicted to his special charm; he can simplify the painful process of transformation, even though the pain is still there. However, he will make sure that your soul no longer endures any torment. My shimei once chose to avoid such life pain and submitted to a larger collective, even willing to die for what she believed in. But in reality, the only difference between you two is the different positions you hold in his heart. My shimei was the stepping stone he trampled upon, but you are the knife he holds in his hand.”

“After hearing you say that, I feel really miserable. I might as well just die,” Shen Lian said with a smile, not angry at all.

“It is indeed miserable, but you shouldn’t go and die.”

Lin Chen’s attitude was like that of an old lady advising her granddaughter not to fall in love too early. Shen Lian coldly responded, “You talk so much; you might as well show me some pictures of elementary school students helping old ladies cross the road. Maybe that could convince me.”

“I’m not trying to convince you. I just want to tell you that the ideas he instilled in you, including what you think is your independent thinking, are now beyond your control. You are under his control; you just haven’t realized it yet.”

Shen Lian found it quite amusing. “You still haven’t noticed it until now, Lin Chen? I am just one of his dogs, and I’m willing to bark. Do you even have the right to interfere?”

“You don’t actually want to be like this. I’ll prove it to you, but before that, please don’t die,” Lin Chen said.

At no time had Shen Lian been more annoyed by Lin Chen’s attitude of trying to influence people. She said irritably, “You can shut up now. Until I see your promised program on TV and achieve the effect I want, I refuse to say another word to you.”

“Sure.” Lin Chen leaned back on his chair, looking at the sky outside.

The wind came from the vast sky, making the air feel hot and dry.

……

Meicun Train Station was old yet bustling with people. This wasn’t because Meicun was highly developed, but because of its unique geographical location. Throughout history, it had been a transportation hub, where travelers from the south and north would rest in Meicun. Although its urban status had gradually been replaced by the neighboring coastal city Yongchuan, in the minds of some foreign visitors who weren’t familiar with the national situation of the country, Meicun was still considered a major metropolis.

Therefore, it was understandable that some people might have the whim to cause trouble in Meicun instead of Yongchuan.

But for the ordinary people of Meicun, it was just another boring and lazy afternoon.

Outside the train station, the underground passage was crowded with people, and the air carried a musty and rusty smell from the ventilation system. As the several incandescent lamps, which were much older than many people, gradually descended into the underground, it felt like entering a deep cave.

Travelers pulling their suitcases moved slowly, while women carrying children bent down to kiss their sleeping faces. Only those carrying single-shoulder bags walked quickly. They pushed and squeezed their way forward, slowly crossing the underground passage and heading upstairs.

Each person was oblivious to what was happening in the virtual world. This was the life of ordinary people—ordinary and mediocre, yet at any moment, they could be faced with a disaster.

However, the employees working in the train station today were more nervous than any other day. This nervousness stemmed from a sudden and highest-level security alert in the afternoon. The authorities demanded all station staff strengthen inspections, monitor all incoming and outgoing people, and conduct strict baggage checks, especially for powder-like substances in luggage.

Just now, a whole team of fully armed special police also entered the train station.

Liu Xiaotian’s father ran a detective agency that was on the verge of collapse. As a result, he had some knowledge about firearms, and this was the first time he had seen all the inspection station officers opening the safety catch of their revolvers.

But at this moment, he sat at the identity verification checkpoint, with thick steel bars on both sides and glass that could probably only be broken by bullets. After checking each ID card, he would glance at the steel plates, desperately comforting himself that it had nothing to do with him.

Although he reassured himself like this, he nervously scanned left and right through the glass, instinctively observing the state of each passing traveler.

Perhaps it was because of his father’s usual teachings, or maybe it was just his extraordinary intuition as a detective’s son, at around 4:30, he saw a pot-bellied middle-aged man. The middle-aged man wore a slanted business bag with gold-rimmed glasses and a shiny belt buckle, standing in the last line of the crowd entering the station.

With one hand on the phone and the other holding his ID card and recently retrieved train ticket, he appeared to be extremely busy, which was consistent with the typical characteristics of a businessman.

However, for some reason, Liu Xiaotian felt that there was something off about the man.

Of course, there were nearly a hundred people between him and the middle-aged man, so the distance wasn’t close, and he couldn’t see clearly.

Thinking back to the notice he had received earlier and the instructions from his superiors before starting the job, Liu Xiaotian felt that his nervousness might just be due to being overly sensitive. He shifted his gaze away and stamped another traveler’s ticket. But suddenly, he felt that the flow of people entering the station had slowed down.

He couldn’t help but look towards the security checkpoint, where there was a crowd of people around two large X-ray machines. At this moment, he heard a garbled voice from the intercom—someone had reported a situation at the security checkpoint. It seemed that someone from the countryside had brought a live chicken through the X-ray machine, and the train station security personnel had discovered it and were arguing with the person.

During this sensitive time, the station police were very vigilant, and the intercom was filled with busy instructions.

“Lao Wang, take Xiao Chen over there to handle the situation.”

“The rest of you hold your positions and don’t act recklessly.”

“Understood.”

Liu Xiaotian continued checking the ID cards while inexplicably thinking of the phrase “Sound in the East, strike in the West*”. He then cast another glance at the middle-aged man at the end of the line.

*(东击西) Idiom referring to making a feint in the east but attacking in the west. Basically, concealing one’s intention by diversion.

The middle-aged man had already hung up the phone.

Finally, Liu Xiaotian realized what was wrong.

Most of the wealthy middle-aged men liked to speak loudly in public places, but this middle-aged man was different. Although he looked loyal to his outward appearance, there was an inexplicable depth and restraint to him. He was on the phone and seemed to be very busy, but after the call, he calmly put the phone back into his business bag. Nowadays, what kind of man would put his phone in his bag?

Liu Xiaotian could certainly find examples to refute himself, but in such a special period, he took a deep breath and without hesitation picked up the intercom to report, “Suspicious person spotted at Entrance B of the westbound station… Well, there’s a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.”

“Yes, it’s him. I feel he’s suspicious. Can you send someone over to question him?”

After quietly saying these words, he casually put down the intercom and pretended to be busy checking tickets and verifying identities. His heart was racing, and he felt dry in the mouth. On the one hand, he worried that his superiors might not care about his opinion, and on the other hand, he feared that he might identify the wrong person, leading to misunderstandings and embarrassment.

However, just when he was feeling anxious, the middle-aged man’s position was getting closer and closer to him. The distance between them was delicate, neither too close nor too far, neither advancing nor retreating, and according to the direction of the wind today…

He didn’t know why he suddenly thought about the direction of the wind. It was as if his subconscious told him that the man would take dangerous items out of his bag and spray them on the crowd.

Plainclothes officers were coming from inside the station. If the middle-aged man passed by his position and walked a few steps further into the crowd, he should meet the undercover police.

But at that moment, all the sounds around Liu Xiaotian suddenly quieted down. The voices of people talking, children crying, scolding for lost tickets, and farewells all disappeared in an instant.

He felt as if he had entered a state of extreme silence, yet his thoughts were incredibly clear. He stamped a small red inspection seal on the ticket and handed it back to the old lady in front of him. As the old lady moved forward, the middle-aged man moved one step closer. Liu Xiaotian inexplicably felt his blood boiling, and he abruptly opened the window, leaned out, and tightly wrapped his hands around the middle-aged man’s hands.

In the blink of an eye, there was no look of astonishment on the middle-aged man’s face, but Liu Xiaotian knew that something in the middle-aged man’s hand had broken. The faint sound of a glass bottle being crushed was deeply imprinted in his mind.

But he couldn’t let go. He knew he couldn’t let go. It was a very strange and brief moment.

He even felt like he had become a detached soul, watching as a young man suddenly burst into action, stretching out of the window in an eerie posture, entangling with another middle-aged man. The surrounding passengers were puzzled and simply stared at them in a daze. Two plainclothes police officers in the distance pushed through the crowd and rushed swiftly towards them.

The struggle between him and the middle-aged man seemed frozen in a state of stillness, yet within this absolute stillness, there was movement. The middle-aged man’s face slowly revealed a smile that completely contradicted his appearance, resembling blood dripping into clear water and slightly cracked lips.

The middle-aged man’s eyes showed an extremely cruel gleam, and the feeling of the glass embedded in his palm was excruciating. Liu Xiaotian couldn’t breathe, but he dared not let go. He even thought of death. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he struggled to swallow his saliva. In the next moment, the stillness ended, and motion resumed.

Screams, shouts, and the creaking sound of people pushing and shoving erupted like a burst of fireworks, making him feel dizzy and disoriented. Fortunately, he was certain that his hands still firmly grasped the middle-aged man’s hand, and he was sure he had exerted all his strength.

As for what happened next, Liu Xiaotian’s memory became extremely blurry. He only remembered the plainclothes officers arriving, and he gasped for breath as he collapsed against the window, hitting his head on the frame, looking incredibly foolish.

In a daze, he looked up at the large screen inside the station, amidst the bustling crowd. Instead of advertisements, there was the news from Meicun TV station. The face of the anchor flashed by, and he saw a scene of chaos somewhere. Shelves collapsed, and many clothes were scattered on the ground, vibrant and colorful but hard to discern clearly.

He seemed to see burlap sacks and people lying on them, as well as girls with blood on their fair cheeks.

Then, he knew nothing else.


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