Bu Tian Gang Ch71

Author: 梦溪石 / Meng Xi Shi

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


Chapter 71

Seeing that he had nothing to say, the airline security personnel said, “Your ID was so good that you almost fooled me.”

Because it’s real!

The corners of Dong Zhi’s mouth twitched. “Don’t lose my ID, otherwise I won’t be able to report in.”

The other party was incredulous. “Report to who?! Yourself?! Do you need to be accompanied by someone to transfer you to a mental institution?”

Dong Zhi: …

It was really impossible to talk about it. He had the urge to overturn a table.

He gave up and said, “I have other documents on hand. Do you want to take them together for inspection?”

The airline security personnel. “That’s just right. We do have to verify your identity. Thank you for your cooperation.”

He took Dong Zhi’s backpack, found the ID documents inside, and also found a pile of yellow paper and cinnabar.

“You’re really devoted to the act. Fortunately, you didn’t bring any controlled weapons. Otherwise, we really would have to turn around.”

Dong Zhi said weakly, “There are controlled weapons. They are in the checked baggage. I have already said that I am from the Special Administration Bureau.”

The airline security personnel did not believe him. “Are you joking? At any rate, this didn’t cause any major disasters this time, or you’ll be looking at three years in prison!”

He rummaged through his backpack, then checked Dong Zhi’s pockets and couldn’t help but sigh.

“You didn’t bring a lighter or matches. How did you ignite it just now?”

Dong Zhi: “It was talisman fire. The talisman paper ignited spontaneously. Do you believe me?”

The airline security personnel. “I don’t believe you.”

Dong Zhi rolled his eyes. “Then I’m a pyromancer and I can spit out fire when I open my mouth!”

The other party showed him an expression of: “you just said you didn’t escape from a mental hospital”.

Dong Zhi had finally experienced what it meant to be indisputable.

Han Qi didn’t wake up, and her bodyguard and assistant both agreed that Dong Zhi had done something to her. If it weren’t for the airline security personnel, they would have pummeled him by now. Dong Zhi told them that Han Qi was fine, but they didn’t believe him, so he could only keep his mouth shut.

The other passengers thought that it was some kind of terrorist attack and could only cradle themselves in fear. They endured the difficult few hours of the plane ride. It wasn’t until it safely landed that they felt reborn. Dong Zhi was taken to the airline security office, while Han Qi was transported to the infirmary for examination.

“Let’s talk about it. Why did you create panic on the plane? Do you know that your behavior almost caused a catastrophe!”

Facing the interrogation, Dong Zhi said helplessly, “I am really from the Special Administration Bureau. Please contact them. Either He Yu or Long Shen can verify my identity. I have their number on my phone.”

The person in charge of the integration was a young man who had just graduated from college. When he heard this, he said suspiciously, “How do I know that you’re not all in cahoots with each other? And what is the Special Administration Bureau? I haven’t heard of it at all!”

Fortunately, the person he caught was Dong Zhi. If it had been Kan Chaosheng, he would have turned the security office upside down a long time ago.

In the next moment, the young man watched Dong Zhi break free from his handcuffs. It stunned him for nearly three seconds before he became furious and was about to slam the table.

Dong Zhi said politely, “As you can see, it’s not like I can’t run away, but it’s not necessary. Would you please verify my identity? Your boss may not know, so his boss must. If we have to jump through all these hoops like this every time a special event happens in the future, it will greatly delay the Special Administration Bureau’s ability to take action. Do you want to stand idly by and watch as passengers on a whole plane die together?”

The young man stared at him for a long time before finally calling for his superiors.

Dong Zhi lay down on the table, took out the phone, and rummaged through his contact list. He originally wanted to call Long Shen, but he was afraid of being scolded for getting into trouble so soon, so he called He Yu instead.

“Hello?” There was a weak response from that end. “Xiao Dongdong, have you landed?”

“I’ve landed, but I ran into trouble. Now I’m in custody and being treated like a prisoner.” Dong Zhi briefly explained what happened.

He Yu listened and said, “I see, it’s just a trivial matter. The Special Administration Bureau has docking channels with other departments. Most likely, they haven’t had time to enter the newcomers on the list yet, so that’s why you didn’t appear. I’ll just call and explain.”

He spoke easily, and Dong Zhi also breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, don’t tell Master. I’m afraid he’ll scold me.”

He Yu wailed, “When you were here, the boss took care of you, and he didn’t have time to bother with us. As soon as you left, he remembered that we still exist. Laozi’s legs are still broken, yet he actually had the heart to let me go on a business trip! This is too inhumane! No, he’s not human, but does he have any reason left in him!”

With black lines covering Dong Zhi’s face, he quickly hung up the phone and stopped the continuous wailing from the other end of the line.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Dong Zhi saw the bodyguard who had accompanied Han Qi coming in from outside. He looked around and saw Dong Zhi sitting on the table and strode forward aggressively, looming as most of his body covered the table. His hand reached out and pulled at Dong Zhi’s collar.

Dong Zhi avoided it and kicked the table forward, catching his opponent off guard and causing him to fall onto the table. Another bodyguard wanted to rush up and hit him when the staff reacted and stopped them.

“What are you doing?!”

“How dare you fight in the security office?!”

Dong Zhi shouted, “Brothers and sisters of the police, they want to beat me up!”

Due to the stark contrast between Dong Zhi’s harmless face compared to his opponent’s dressed in suits and sunglasses, security didn’t have time to ponder why Dong Zhi wasn’t wearing his handcuffs but instead subdued the bodyguards who seemed to be more threatening.

The bodyguard didn’t dare to resist, so he could only yell at Dong Zhi, “Miss Han hasn’t woken up yet, and it’s all your fault! You must be responsible! Officer, you can’t let him go. This person caused personal injury to Miss Han on the plane just now and should be locked up!”

At this moment, the young man in charge of the integration just ran back panting. “Dong Zhi, our leader wants to see you!”

The bodyguards thought that they were colluding and were planning to let Dong Zhi go, so they kept hollering and yelling. The scene became chaotic, and it wasn’t until the leader of the young man came over that the chaos calmed down.

The other party was a middle-aged man. He said to the bodyguard, “We have verified that this comrade is indeed a public servant of our system. At that time, there was something wrong with Miss Han, so he had to take action to stop it.”

The bodyguard shouted, “What kind of public servant? Why don’t you dare say which department he’s in? You officials are just protecting each other. Just you wait. We’ll expose this to the media immediately, so that you can’t afford to get away with this!”

“Then you plan on exposing the way Miss Han was acting just then?” Dong Zhi spoke up unexpectedly.

The bodyguard was taken aback for a moment and said sternly, “I don’t know what you are talking about!”

Dong Zhi smiled and said, “You’ve been by her side all this time. Haven’t you seen her behave strangely? This shouldn’t be the first time she has done something like this on a plane, right? This you should know in your heart.”

The security personnel next to him looked weirdly at him when he heard Dong Zhi’s unscientific words.

Dong Zhi narrowed his smile and said stiffly, “If I hadn’t happened to be on the plane and stopped a catastrophe in time, let alone her, even you, and everyone on the plane, would have suffered!”

The bodyguard was frightened by his words; his face turned pale, and he was unable to speak. He didn’t know whether it was because he was too frightened or felt guilty.

Dong Zhi guessed that it was the latter because what he said just now was also nonsense. He had been with He Yu and the others for a while now and had picked up on some of their skills and become quicker-witted. Judging from the bodyguard’s behavior, it was possible that his guess was right.

“Miss Han is fine now. I just put her to sleep for a while, and she will wake up soon. I have to verify my identity with their leader, so I won’t leave for a while. If she doesn’t wake up, you can come find me. My documents are still here.” Dong Zhi said.

As he finished speaking, the bodyguard’s phone rang, and a girl was talking hurriedly at the end. The volume was so loud that even Dong Zhi could hear it.

“Where are you? Miss Han was woken up. Sister Zheng said to not let that person go before Miss Han goes to the hospital for an examination and to make sure everything is okay!”

The two bodyguards looked at each other and finally decided that one would go back and the other would stay here to watch Dong Zhi to prevent him from running away.

Dong Zhi was led back into the office by the middle-aged man. He seems to be a leader who was higher ranked than the officers here.

The leader took the initiative to get up and shake hands with him and said, with a smile, “I’m sorry. As you know, the Special Administration Bureau is not well known to the public. Our colleagues failed to verify your identity for a while, so it caused you some trouble.”

Dong Zhi hurriedly said, “It was I who caused you trouble. This time it was all a misunderstanding.”

The leader was very satisfied with his calm attitude and became even more enthusiastic. “Is there a confidentiality regulation for this accident on the plane? If so, you can write a report and directly explain it to your leader. If Ms. Han’s side insists on holding you accountable, we’ll try our best to stop it.”

Dong Zhi said, “This time she was the cause of it. There’s something corrupt on her body that caused the accident. If she still wants me to be held accountable, let her come to me.”

The leader had heard of the mysterious Special Administration Bureau, but only in name, as he had never seen anyone from it. He only heard rumors that they were hiding talented and powerful people. Looking at Dong Zhi, who had a calm and gentle demeanor, he found that he wasn’t as surprised as he thought.

Listening to what Dong Zhi had said, the leader couldn’t help feeling curious, but he knew that he shouldn’t ask according to discipline, so he had to hold back.

The young man saw that his leader had personally taken Dong Zhi in, and after a while, he was personally sent out. They were talking and laughing with each other that he couldn’t help but feel uneasy, worried that Dong Zhi would be petty and scold him in front of his leader, so he hurried forward to apologize.

Dong Zhi smiled. “Now do you believe that I’m not crazy?”

The young man felt very embarrassed. “The incident on the plane happened so suddenly that they had to deal with it urgently. I acted in accordance with the regulations, so don’t hold it against me!”

Naturally, Dong Zhi would not make things difficult for him. Everyone had their own duties to perform. He looked at the trembling appearance of the other party and guessed that they had just joined the workforce, so he said, “Can I trouble you with one thing?”

The young man hurriedly said, “Of course!”

Dong Zhi took out the registration card Long Shen gave him. “I had checked in an item that needed to go through a special channel, so I had to go to the baggage claim office to get it. With this incident that happened just now, I don’t know where my luggage is. Can you please get it for me?”

With such a trivial matter, the other party agreed immediately and went to help him pick it up.

At this time, several more people came into the security office. A woman wearing a mask and sunglasses, a big hat on her head, and a silk scarf wrapped around her neck was leading them. She was covered from head to toe, and coupled with an entourage next to her, they were more likely to attract people’s attention.

“There he is!” The assistant next to Han Qi pointed to Dong Zhi, and the group of people walked towards him.

The staff member next to him stepped forward to stop them. “Is there anything wrong?”

Before Han Qi said anything, the assistant girl next to her said to Dong Zhi, “You just caused unknowable personal injury to Miss Han on the plane. Miss Han is going to the hospital for a physical examination, so we ask that you please come with us.”

While the contents of her sentences were polite, her tone was the opposite.

Dong Zhi felt annoyed. “I had saved her just now. How could I cause her any harm? Even if there is harm, she did it herself.”

The little girl raised her eyebrows and said. “Don’t try to avoid responsibility!”

Dong Zhi said to Han Qi, “If you really suspected me of wrongdoing, you wouldn’t come here just to ask the guilty party to follow you. You’re just here because you want to know what you’re entangled with!”

Han Qi finally took off her sunglasses and mask and said. “My assistant was impolite just now. I apologize on her behalf. Would it be convenient to find a place to talk?”

Dong Zhi refused. “It’s inconvenient.”

Han Qi: …

It just so happened that the young man came back with his sword case. Dong Zhi thanked him and then said to Han Qi, “I can’t solve your problem, Miss Han. The person who tied the bell needs to untie it*. You must know who to look for. Also, before the matter is resolved, I suggest you stop flying and implicate other innocent people. Otherwise, your sins will be even greater.”

*(解铃还需系铃人) Idiom referring to who the person who caused the trouble, is the one who has to solve it.

Han Qi’s face changed color, turning red and pale.

Dong Zhi didn’t bother waiting for her to react as he picked up his things and left.

With the delay of the flight, coupled with the incident he just went through, it was almost midnight when he got onto the bus to head towards the city.

Lucheng was a famous tourist city, and it was currently in peak tourist season. Even this late at night, the lights were still bright, and voices could be heard endlessly. However, he was originally said to report at 8 PM, but now it was past midnight. Feeling annoyed, he quickly dialed the contact number of the branch office, and it rang for a long time before someone came to pick it up.

“Who?! It’s the middle of the night!” The other party’s voice was lazy, most likely due to being abruptly awaken from bed.

Dong Zhi hurriedly said, “Hello, I am Dong Zhi. I’m the newcomer who was supposed to report in today, but the plane has only arrived just now due to delays. I’m really sorry. Should I go directly to the office or report back tomorrow morning?”

The other party yawned and said, “Just come directly!”

The meeting was a bit long, so when it was adjourned, everyone was hungry. Long Shen didn’t follow them to dinner but went back to the dorms.

When he came to his room, he was about to open the door when he suddenly remembered Dong Zhi’s words before they parted. He paused the movement of inserting his key into the keyhole for a while before picking up another key and opening the room opposite to his.

The occupant had left, and the building was empty. Everything was all packed up neatly, so Long Shen spotted the item on the coffee table with just a glance.

It was a painting. To be more precise, it was a sketch. The picture was drawn in pencil and had only been colored halfway through.

In the deep underground, the glazed grass grew slightly in the corners. Under the cliff, there were thousands of corpses and ghosts, which showed a terrifying scene. Standing on the cliff was a man with his back against the mountain wall. He was slender as he held a sword in one hand while looking down to the bottom of the cliff.

His face was cold, but he seemed compassionate. In the darkness, he was fearless and held no hint of sorrow or joy, incompatible with his surroundings, as if he was a god who had fallen from the heavens.

Thousands of bones covered the landscape as if it was hell on earth, and he, above the hell, in the corner of the light of that day, was not tainted with any filth. 

Long Shen hadn’t thought about that scene when he was in the cave, but it turned out to be like this from his apprentice’s pen. He couldn’t help but be stunned.

Perhaps because it was done in a hurry and the other party didn’t have enough time to put it into a frame, all he saw was a lonely piece of paper that was almost too thin to hold in his hand.

A white cat passed by his feet and its tail curled along his heel. Long Shen put the drawing on the table and turned to feed it.

When he finished changing the cat’s water bowl, he turned around and saw that Longlong had jumped onto the chair and was resting his two front paws on the coffee table, looking at the drawing curiously. His nose was extremely close, as if he was eager to try it.

Long Shen stretched out his hand and pinched the cat’s neck, causing it to let out a dissatisfied meow, as if it was protesting his stinginess. He took the drawing away and back to his room, opened a large book, and sandwiched the painting in the middle of it.

The furnishings in the room are as simple as they can be. While it seemed like his five internal organs* were complete, there was still a feeling of emptiness. In the past, Dong Zhi had often complained that there was no feeling of home here. He complained that Long Shen lived too simply and didn’t know how to enjoy life, so he bought some pillows and furnishings to put in his room.

*(五脏) Refers to the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

It wasn’t because Long Shen had no aesthetics. He just rarely cared about things outside of his body, but he didn’t interfere with the layout either and let Dong Zhi tinker to his liking.

Every night before Dong Zhi left Beijing, he would stay here and talk until he was driven back to bed. There was a half-opened bag of nuts on the coffee table and there were even indentations on the sofa where he had sat and laid down.

If he forbade him to eat more, Dong Zhi would act pitiful and say that he was too hungry and couldn’t sleep. Later, Long Shen had bought him nuts that were good for his health, so he ate them as snacks. After dinner, his mouth wouldn’t remain idle.

Long Shen shook his head and picked up the snacks and put them back in the cupboard, thinking that when Dong Zhi returned to Beijing, he would have to look for food all over his house again.

His gaze inadvertently swept across and stopped on the pot of plants, the yulu that was given to him before Dong Zhi became his apprentice.

Since he couldn’t raise it, he could only use a cheating method by forcibly injecting vitality into it to bring it back to life.

Now it only needed to be watered once in a while when he remembered to. There was no need to fuss over taking care of it as it would live happily until the end of its life. Its leaves were like petals flowing brightly under the lamp, glittering and translucent, telling secrets in silence.

Dong Zhi didn’t know that injecting vitality into the yulu had more than one effect.

At this moment, Long Shen stretched out his hand and touched its leaves gently. The yulu trembled slightly, as if it had been awakened from a nap and couldn’t wait to pour out all the words that were hidden in the bottom of its heart.

The thoughts of someone were held deep within the plant and flowed from it through Long Shen’s fingers and into his mind.

“Boss Long is too good. Do you think I can really catch him?”

“He doesn’t even have a girlfriend. If we just skip directly to a boyfriend, will that scare him?”

“In his eyes, I should be a candidate to be his apprentice. If I confess, will he kick me out of the Special Administration Bureau? Would it be safer to wait until after the training exam is over?”

“If I can gain his favorability again, maybe he’ll understand.”

A familiar voice, a familiar intonation. It sounded a little worried, a little uncertain. It seems that someone was playing with the petals on the yulu and was talking to himself.

Long Shen remained motionless. He looked at the yulu, but his eyes became colder and colder, as if he could completely freeze it.

A powerful breath came from his finger that caused the delicate yulu to instantly be covered with a thin layer of frost.

“Meow~”

The doors to both rooms weren’t closed. The white cat, who didn’t know what being full of food and drink was, had wandered in from the other room. It seemed to be frightened by Long Shen’s breath as it stood by the door, only daring to show one side of its fluffy head.

Long Shen’s cold and hard jawline slowly melted with its cry. He stretched out his hand and touched the yulu, causing the frost to melt, allowing it to regain its vitality.

The cat seemed to sense that the danger alarm had been lifted, so it moved towards Long Shen and looked up at him. Long Shen stood there for a moment before he bent over and picked up the white cat and sent it back to its room. Then he turned around and took the Qingzhu Sword with him to the rooftop.

Pushing the door open, he was greeted with a sky full of stars and the sound of the gurgling streams. In this space, there were no seasons, only day and night.

Long Shen raised his head and stood still for a moment, then suddenly threw the sword up, jumped up, pulled it out of its scabbard while in midair, and spun his body as he whirled the sword around.

If Dong Zhi was here, he would be able to recognize that it was the Bu Tian Gang that he had been practicing continuously these days. However, Long Shen’s moves were more proficient and experienced. It matched the sword seamlessly, exerting Bu Tian Gang’s power to the extreme.

Tian Gang footwork, Tian Gang swordsmanship, and Tian Gang qi were all combined into one.

The roping technique which united the heavens, the axis which bound the earth, the brilliance which turned the wheel of the sun, the splendor which blended the stars and the moon, crossing the big dipper. The army order was too weak, beckoning qi of the world, gathering might from far and wide, the plumage of the palace goes under change as the five mountains* collapse.

*General term used for the five famous mountains in Chinese traditional culture. They are Huashan, Hengshan, Tarzan, Hengshan (different [heng] character), Songshan.

This is Bu Tian Gang.

Long Shen’s figure almost turned into light and shadow under the starlight. Wherever he went, grass and leaves would whirl, boulders would shatter, and the waterfalls would flow backwards. Even the stars in the sky began to rotate slowly around him.

A bright glow appeared in the sky in the distance. Before the long night passed, it was like dawn was approaching. Suddenly, lightning flashed in the sky, as if someone had torn a hole in the night, quickly spreading down.

In the next moment, a pair of hands came out of the middle of the lightning and tore apart the darkness on both sides.

The elegant woman walked over from the other end of the “night curtain” with a smile. “I must say, the weather has changed so suddenly. It seems that you are dancing with your sword here, so I came to quickly stop you. Although there’s an enchantment here, your energy is too large, and it can easily affect the weather outside. It’ll cause an uproar if you’re attracting the sun and moon towards you.”

She stretched out her hand and turned two stones into stools, then walked over and sat down. Starlight fell to the ground as he stood there. Long Shen raised his hand, causing the Qingzhu Sword in his hand to fly out, inserting itself back into the scabbard that was on the ground with perfect precision.

“Why is Zong Lao here?”

“You’ve been making such a ruckus for a while now. How could I not come?” Zong Ling pulled out a tea set from nowhere, scooped some water into the teapot from the stream nearby, and covered it with her hand for a moment. The water inside was immediately steaming hot enough to boil the tea.

“It’s been a long time since I saw you practicing your swordsmanship. It was truly a feast for one’s eyes. Unfortunately, I’m afraid you’ll pierce through the enchantment, so I had to stop you. What’s going on? You’re in a bad mood?”

Long Shen sat down on the other stone stool and did not deny it. “It’s a bit messy.”

Zong Ling laughed. “How rare. I thought you have never been happy or sad with things concerning yourself. Is it because of what’s going on inside the bureau? Wu Bingtian? The Japanese?”

Long Shen shook his head.

While the matter of the stone tablet was difficult, he’s not the only one in the Special Administration Bureau, that’s investigating it. With the joint efforts of everyone, sooner or later, there would be results.

While Wu Bingtian could seem difficult, Long Shen had worked with him for many years now and knew that it was mainly due to their different ways of thinking.

There were many powerful figures in the Special Administration Bureau. One could say it was a department that held a lot of resources and potential. Therefore, there were many who paid close attention to it and many who intervened. It was inevitable that you would run into numerous opinions and contradictions. Long Shen didn’t want to deal with these trivial things, so he hadn’t made much progress for so many years in the Bureau. Otherwise, with his ability, he wouldn’t just stop at his current rank.

Zong Ling smiled slightly. “Since it’s not a business matter, then is it a private matter? I haven’t heard that you have a girlfriend or boyfriend!”

Long Shen: “Zong Lao is still so humorous.”

Zong Ling: “If you live longer, you should be happier. Otherwise, how can you be worthy of existing in this world? You’re too oppressive and self-suffering. Why bother living so meticulously? When you’re free, just like humans, you should sing, dance, play, and fall in love. Isn’t that a great feeling?”

Long Shen paused for a moment before saying. “Mortals have a limited life span. Their lives are only like spring and autumn for me. No one wants to see themselves aging while their lover’s face doesn’t change.”

Zong Ling chuckled. “That’s just an excuse. If that’s truly so, why haven’t you fallen in love with Tang Jing or Yu Buhui? However, recently, I found that you’ve changed a bit.”

Long Shen picked up his teacup and took a little sip, then looked at her when he heard her words.

Zong Ling said, “If I had said this before, you would only say that life is a lifetime of plants and autumn*, and each has its own ways of living. This time, though, it’s different. Did you encounter an opportunity?”

*(人生一世草木一秋) Saying referring to one’s life is very short, like spring and autumn.

Long Shen put down the teacup. There was still half remaining, but he was no longer in the mood to drink.

Zong Ling: “Is it related to your apprentice?”

Long Shen was silent.

Zong Ling smiled and said, “I have seen that child a few times. He has a soft heart, but there is no shortage of determination. With your help, he will definitely be able to become a great weapon in the future. However, I don’t believe that you’re worried because he’s not training hard or is being disobedient, right? Can you tell me?”

Seeing that Long Shen still didn’t answer, she stopped asking questions and looked up to see the cirrus clouds in the sky being pushed away by the wind.

“If you’re not saying anything, it means that your heart is already a mess. It must be that something has happened to you concerning Dong Zhi.”

Long Shen finally confessed. “He said he likes me.”

Zong Ling raised her eyebrows. “Isn’t this normal? A disciple would normally admire their master. Do you not like this disciple?”

Long Shen’s expression finally showed a trace of discomfort. “It’s not like between a master and apprentice, but one between a man and a woman.”

Zong Ling’s face showed surprise, which then turned into a smile.

“I see. It’s no wonder that the child was very close to you as soon as he came in. Everyone else usually backs away from you, yet he was wholeheartedly determined to worship you as his teacher.”

Long Shen said lightly, “I’m afraid he worshipped me as a teacher, but he had no intention of learning anything.”

Zong Ling: “Why do you think so? Is he not devoted to his studies? Or did he ever overstep towards you?”

No. He didn’t think so.

In retrospect, the other party did take the initiative to hug him, and there were peculiarities in his words and actions. In fact, Dong Zhi had already vaguely expressed his tendencies, but because he had never accepted an apprentice before, hearing Wu Bingtian and Song Zhicun talk about the importance and love for their disciples and children, he inadvertently followed suit and wanted to give his best for Dong Zhi.

Long Shen thought that this was the way to show his love for his apprentice by being strict and demanding of him in regard to his cultivation while being tolerant and making concessions to him in private affairs.

When he heard the voice inside the yulu, he was so surprised that there was even a trace of anger.

Zong Ling’s tone was very relaxed. “If you think that he is not sincere in worshiping you as a teacher, has no intention of learning from you, and does not study seriously, you can expel him. Why be so angry? With your capacity, there must be many young heroes rushing to worship you as their teacher. Isn’t there one name Liu Qingbo? His qualifications seem to be good. I heard that he was competing with Dong Zhi to be your disciple, no?”

Long Shen looked at the Qingzhu Sword in front of him and unexpectedly remembered the scene of Dong Zhi holding it cautiously as if he had obtained a treasure.

“I won’t accept apprentices anymore.”

Zong Ling: “I understand your mood. You feel as if you have been deceived, but what if he had never thought of deceiving you?”

Long Shen was silent.

Zong Ling smiled. “You’re smart. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice anything at all. Perhaps you’re just subconsciously refusing to admit it and didn’t want to think about it. Looking back, why is it just him that’s special to you? There are so many hardworking and talented people, but why did you lean towards Dong Zhi instead of them? Since you mention life expectancy, why didn’t you recruit an apprentice that’s like you? In my opinion, it seems your reasons are just trying to convince yourself otherwise.”

She raised her head and looked at the stars, and the flickering light made her eyes distant and deep.

“Even if we have a much longer life span than mortals, we still have many regrets that we can’t ask for and miss in our whole life. Long Shen, don’t be like me. You won’t know regret until you lose it.”

She slowly closed her hand, as if trying to grasp the stars. Unfortunately, the seemingly close distance was as vast as the sea.

“Don’t betray your heart.”


Kinky Thoughts:

Dong Zhi’s busted. This was a very good chapter. Long Shen, listen to Zong Lao. She’s wise.

Long Shen’s concern regarding life expectancy is pretty valid. This reminds me of my other translation I did: When You’re Older. It’s related to my other translation project: Your Rival in Love Gets Prettier Every Day. It’s a story about a couple where one person suffers from a disease that prevents them from aging and the other is a normal person.

It’s a short read (only 8 chapters) but it’s pretty dog abusive, but if you can handle sadness, I do recommend you read it as it describes similarly the situation Long Shen envisions by falling in love with a mortal.


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Stray Ch18

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 18: Self-Destruction

“Vance, are you sure there’s nothing wrong with your eyesight?” A hearty male voice responded back from the crystal. “I have watched the image carefully, and there is no deformation on Nemo Light.”

“Telaranea, imagination.”

“I only assess what I have seen.”

“I know it’s nothing to be able to suppress a Seymour Worm with your aura, but he restrained Pandorater.”

“His demon left a piece of flesh attached to the bird. It doesn’t look very powerful. Do you have any records of it?”

“No, I checked. It wasn’t introduced to the ‘Butcher Shop’. I can only assume it was an accidental summoning, so the type cannot be determined yet.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Continue to watch the show,” the man known as Vance responded calmly.

“What a bad guy. Honestly, I’m not very interested in Light. His body will be consumed once his wish is fulfilled. It’s the key to figuring out the identity of the demon.”

“This is the interesting part, Tela. I didn’t sense a contract on him. His contract should have been completed long ago.”

“In other words, it’s not Light, but the demon who has successfully obtained his body? How incredible that it managed to hide itself so well that even I didn’t notice it… It does make sense in this way and explains why there are no signs of deformation. A superior demon outside the rules, hehe. Do you want to maintain the original plan and take him back for ‘education’ while his position remains undecided?”

“He is indeed a demon warlock, but not a superior demon yet.”

“Based on what?”

“Intuition.”

“…Do as you want and tell me about the results after. Also, don’t call me Tela.”

The communication crystal was cut off. Vance raised an eyebrow at it, then continued to watch the struggle not far away with relish.

The people who ran the Mercenary Guild never thought that there would be a demon warlock who was focused on escaping this world.

Demon worshippers could only be considered as madmen who work with ordinary demons and have no bottom line. They were essentially still pure human beings. Demon warlocks were completely different. Usually, they were top mages before they formed a contract with a superior demon. If they weren’t, they must still possess excellent magical abilities. The deformation brought by the superior demon amplified the negative emotions in their body, distorting their soul and mind, and turned the contractor into a paranoid and crazy monster.

They would either show their strength and push back their enemies, forcing them to give up in the beginning, or they would fight to the bloody end. They wouldn’t do such worthless things like run away after provocation.

It was a pity that Mr. Light didn’t even accept his identity as a demon worshiper. To him, the great figures of demon warlocks and the Mercenary Guild were basically equivalent to the deceased celebrities in history books; he’d never be able to contact them in his life, let alone understand the undercurrents of the rules under the table.

He escaped decisively, without hesitation, and with a clear conscience.

Strictly speaking, he didn’t escape by himself. Nemo hung on Oliver’s shoulders like a sack as he controlled the dark shadows in shock. His neck was so sore that he dared not even blink. God knew why the shadow shield, which was only used to intercept spells, suddenly had a more binding effect. At this time, Nemo didn’t want to delve deeper into it. He had a more serious problem to deal with.

He couldn’t command the shadow at will.

The manipulation was as difficult as stabilizing a high pile of slippery dinner plates; three points relied on instinct and seven points relied on hard work. If he didn’t pay careful attention, it would get out of hand. Like now, when he tried to stretch out his hand and turn his palms, the black shadow instantly boiled violently and the smoke column was directly bent a few degrees lower, its shape changing from a magnificent tornado to a trumpet clasped on the ground.

Nemo: “……”

He really didn’t know if this was due to the subjective will of the opponent or the power of the dark shadow. He only knew that the noise-like murmur became even more piercing. The effect of this indiscriminate tossing was not ideal. Pandorater didn’t follow them and kept twisting in place. The metal block on his chest was getting hotter, and it was beginning to show signs of melting.

Nemo patted Oliver on the back with his free hand, motioning him to put him down. Oliver stopped and complied, then lowered his left arm, which was still dripping with blood.

“It doesn’t seem to be chasing us… Are you okay? Should we bandage it?” Nemo carefully looked at the bloody arm and hissed.

Oliver moved his left arm. “…It looks scary, but it’s just a flesh wound.”

“You have to find a better sword.” Nemo turned back to the direction of the pillar of smoke, trying various gestures indiscriminately. “What happened to it?”

“I don’t know, but it doesn’t look like it’s looking for you to fight one-on-one.” Oliver took out some bandages from Nemo’s backpack and wrapped himself up. “At least it didn’t spread out anymore. Well done.”

“Don’t praise me.” Nemo shook his hands nervously causing the dark shadows in the distance to twist around. “To be honest, I don’t know what I’m doing right now.”

His heart sank in the next second. It turned out that Oliver should’ve kept his mouth shut during battle; the column of smoke stopped twisting and began to drift away slowly. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop it. Unlike the previous powerful and purposeful dispersal, the smoke pieces rustled and fell off like dead leaves in autumn.

He turned to Oliver and gave him an involuntary look of condemnation and aggravation. Oliver crossed his index fingers in front of his lips and blinked.

A scorpion-tailed wolf suddenly passed by them and went straight in the direction of the column of smoke. It wasn’t the only one. Pale bone crows flew in groups, and poisonous insects fluttered their wings as the forest began to stir. Hordes of demons and monsters ran past them one after another. They bypassed the wave-like ice layer and rushed towards Pandorater, creating a dusty sandstorm. Amazingly, not a single demon or monster tried to attack them at this moment; rather, being trampled was the more realistic danger. Oliver reacted quickly. He suddenly put his arms around Nemo and quickly turned around and pointed, creating a thick ice shield that was erected on both sides of them. The bandage on his left arm was stained with blood again.

An alarm rang through the headquarters of the Mercenary Guild.

The demonology mages were breaking out in cold sweat as they surrounded a black cube in the underground hall. The massive cube stood silently in the center of the hall; their crisscross magical formation and runes gleaming bright red. The warning tone was broadcast in a loop without the slightest intention of stopping.

“Pandorater’s power is declining rapidly. What’s going on?!”

“I don’t know. The magic pressure around it is too strong for the surveillance bug to stay.”

“It’s self-destructing!”

“Are you insane?! It’s still a baby!”

The power of a superior demon resided in its body, and some species would feed part of their bodies to their offspring or injured companions, thereby conferring them power. Pandorater could be regarded as one of the more extreme types. When the number of diversities in the group was too low, the oldest one in the group would self-destruct, allowing its companions to share its corpse so they may overcome difficulties.

“This is indeed self-destruction. All indicators are right—”

“God! Get it back first!”

An old man with a head and beard full of white hair was stroking his long beard as he spoke. “What about the emotional monitoring?”

For a moment, discussions instantly stopped. Being stuffed into a dark and narrow box wouldn’t make any life happy. The mood value of the Pandorater had never changed, always remaining stable at its lowest point. After so many years, everyone had habitually ignored that value.

“It… It’s…” The mage closest to the emotional monitoring array swallowed his saliva as he stammered. “By human standards, it’s laughing maniacally.”

It was a joy full of resentment and hatred. When this kind of emotion appeared in a hostile party, it would always lead to nothing good, but they were destined to not know the reason for its ecstasy.

Only young superior demons could be weaponized. In terms of power, better control was one of the reasons, but the main reason, and the most important, was that the baby would not commit suicide because of despair since they haven’t learned what despair was. Even if they were stuck in the cracks of the Abyss, even if they were cut by spatial magic from time to time, no matter how painful they felt, they wouldn’t understand how to resist, because they would think that the world was originally like this.

Pandorater had a docile temperament and belonged to an innate superior demon line. The baby stage was particularly long, which made it suitable for being targeted. While its power was a minor hindrance among superior demons, it was more than enough as a weapon to use on the surface. This one had been used for a long time. It was always quiet and obedient, and it had never done anything wrong.

When it was captured by a magic array, it was still too young, and it hadn’t even had time to master the language of its own species yet. Even with the help of the emotional monitoring array, no creature in this world would be able to understand its specific thoughts.

That should be the case, in theory.

[Destroy them…]

Nemo covered his ears, and the noise became fainter as the column of smoke drifted away, and the melodious murmur came back.

[Destroy them!]

Countless demons and monsters tore through the smoke column, like a swarm of flies swarming carrion.

[Eat me and fulfill my wish…]

The column of smoke slowly drifted towards them. Oliver was just about to drag Nemo away, but it suddenly disappeared into the air, just as quick as when it appeared. Pandorater should have been taken back by the Mercenary Guild, although he didn’t know why.

[…Please…]

“Nemo, Nemo!” Oliver patted Nemo’s face with the hand that wasn’t covered in blood. In the midst of the chaos, the black-haired young man was stunned motionless.

“Huh…?” Nemo responded with some confusion.

“Why are you crying?” Oliver stared warily at the demons and monsters not far away who hadn’t dispersed yet.

“Nonsense, how could I… Huh?” Nemo wiped his face. His fingertips touched traces of moisture.

“…Maybe I was blinded by the sand just now.” He shrugged.


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Stray Ch17

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 17: The Ignorant are Fearless

Nemo took a step back subconsciously causing the metal trinket on his chest to begin to get hot. They were still some distance from the red mist, so they couldn’t see clearly, but even from where they were, the scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere still made their backs cold.

“We’re near the border.” Nemo grabbed the little metal square.

“There’s no point in saying that now.” Ann took out a half-torn parchment book from her pocket and flipped through it quickly. “It’s no longer a question of eligibility. We have to live first.”

Nemo recognized what she was holding. Although most ordinary travelers used simple magic, complex magic was difficult to learn and use. Few occupations could use them smoothly like experienced mages. When one couldn’t afford a full-time mage, it was more convenient to buy a spell book, which one could then tear off a piece of paper from and use magic to burn and trigger the spell. It was simple and fast. There was nothing wrong with it, except that it was frighteningly expensive.

For ordinary adventurers who weren’t from an aristocratic background, such a thing was equivalent to a last resort to save their lives.

“Can that thing be stopped?” Oliver said, sounding a little lost. He had lost his sword and was now empty-handed.

“We can’t outrun it. Trying to fight it will only lead to a faster death. It’s not a complete superior demon, so its power is scattered. We still have some hope.” Ann tore off a piece of parchment. The hand that was holding it was trembling slightly. “Do you two have faith? If so, it’s time to pray.”

A milky white hemispherical barrier unfolded, with them being at the center of the circle. It covered those who were fleeing in their direction. Despite that, the people didn’t slow their running speed even though they were protected by magic. When the red mist touched the edge of the barrier, it slowed down before tentatively climbing up the barrier.

Ann’s lips looked bloodless. She panted as sweat condensed all over her forehead.

“No, the barrier is too weak,” she said in a hoarse voice.

Nemo looked at the twisting red mist intently. Since they encountered the Seymour Worm, the world had begun to lose its sense of reality that it should have. At this moment, he had a strange feeling that it should be a very dangerous creature, but unlike when he was facing the Seymour Worm, where he could still taste the bitterness of death when looking at the worm’s eyeballs, he couldn’t even hold up a formal sense of fear at this moment.

Although both Oliver and Ann said that the sense of oppression was unbearable, something other than that entangled him. A melodious murmur accompanied by the vibration of the air struck his eardrum. It wasn’t the sound of footsteps running on the grass, the wailing of the people, or the breathing of animals. It didn’t originate from nature, let alone a certain language, but the melody accurately contained thoughts and emotions.

[I’m very scared.]

He analyzed the complicated emotions suspiciously.

[I want to go back.]

A few thin pillars of gas emerged from the red mist, pressing hard against the milky light barrier.

[Don’t come over.]

The murmur came from all directions, causing Nemo to swallow with difficulty. His throat was burning from the dryness.

“Oliver.” He didn’t dare disturb Ann, who was frantically lighting up the spell paper. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Strange voices.” Nemo began to wonder if it was a good idea to ask others for proof. He sounded stupid.

“I can’t hear anything. You can ask the bird. Maybe it’s something unexpected.” Fortunately, Oliver didn’t immediately doubt or deny him.

“I didn’t hear anything.” The gray parrot watched everything happily. “Anyway, this kid and I can’t die. As for you, can’t you be more open-minded? Human beings can’t even live for a hundred years, so don’t be sad if you die a few decades early.”

“If you know its thoughts, can you communicate with it?” Nemo licked his lips nervously.

“We’re different species. What do you think?” The gray parrot said as it groomed its feathers. “I already told you not to pay attention to this. She won’t hurt her kind*. They never hurt their kind, as they’re notoriously gentle and kind. Just stay here and she can smell you. Of course, if you want to fight her, that’s a different story.”

*Clarity: Kind is in reference to all monsters/demons of the Abyss, while species divides up those demons (think animal kingdom vs species in that animal kingdom). This is referenced throughout the novel, so I want to give the distinction.

The “gentle and kind” Pandorater was squeezing the protective barrier with her body, creating a crunching sound that made people’s teeth ache. She didn’t seem like she planned to give up this bone as she was bound to gain dozens of living flesh inside the barrier.

“Different story?”

“You have to confirm the territory before killing. Now, this is her territory, the entire area. I’m warning you, she’s not some stupid insect, but a real superior demon. We can have an enthusiastic fight in the Abyss, but not here. I can’t fuck with her. Although I don’t know how she did it, she gave away at least a tenth of her body, and I got a small piece of her fingernail! If you go and provoke her now, she’ll concentrate all her strength on getting rid of you first, which can be easily done.”

“I always wanted to ask… What would happen to you if I died?”

“I don’t know!” the gray parrot exclaimed angrily. “I gander, nothing good. The worst part would be that I can only be this damn parrot this time around. Do you know how hard it is to come up to the surface?”

“In other words, you will not die.”

The parrot stopped talking and stared at Nemo suspiciously.

“Normally, let alone listening to humans, a superior demon will not be bound, but judging from Ann’s attitude just now, the mercenary guild should have a way to control superior demons,” Nemo said slowly, with some uncertainty in his tone. “In theory, they shouldn’t allow it… But, she’s running around. That means…”

Oliver seemed to have guessed what he wanted to say. His emerald eyes showed a hint of surprise.

“…Assuming that Bagelmaurus is not lying and it truly is a superior demon,  and superior demons need to fight first. I… Then I might be able to attract that thing’s full attention. As long as I can find the boundary set by the guild, she can’t reach me, and I can continue to stall for time. I don’t believe they will allow her to wander outside for too long.”

“Are you crazy?” The gray parrot was so angry that it almost flapped its wings. “Mind your own business!”

“…But this method is theoretically feasible, isn’t it? If I don’t try it, I’ll have nightmares for the rest of my life. Oliver, you and Ann, take those people away, and I’ll try to lead it away. If I don’t succeed—”

“I’ll go with you,” Oliver interrupted him with a solemn expression.

“You…”

“You have no combat experience, and you may be caught before you could find the boundary,” Oliver pointed out. “Don’t worry about weapons. I also have my means.”

“You don’t know the power of superior demons!” The gray parrot looked insulted. “You two stupid—” the words were stuck in its throat. It was so angry that it couldn’t think of a more vicious word to call these two idiots who didn’t know the height of the sky*.

*(天高地厚) Idiom referring how deep or profound something is. || In this context, not knowing the height of the sky is basically calling them naive/ignorant.

“A powerful demon warlock can destroy an entire town. I really can’t imagine the power of a superior demon,” Oliver murmured. “So what? Should we lie on the ground and pray for someone to save us? I don’t like to relax while waiting for someone to work hard for me, not to mention I owe this guy enough.”

Ann’s spell book was about to be torn apart. People fleeing the forest instinctively curled up in the corner of the barrier farthest away from the red mist.The milky light became transparent, and the cracking sound became louder.

“Ann!” Nemo yelled in the direction of the female warrior.

The female warrior turned her head, showing a pale face as she saw a black-haired young man who had a calm smile on his face.

“We have an idea. We’re going first!” Nemo turned towards the hideous red mist as he shouted. Oliver followed him, scanning the grass carefully, hoping to pick up an abandoned weapon. “Stay away and remember to help us pick a task tomorrow—”

Supported by blind optimism and slim hope, they ran towards the direction of death. Ann was familiar with this kind of youthful aura, naivety, and stupidity. They always accepted that miracles do happen and that they would become a special case among millions of people.

Just like herself, many years ago.

She didn’t stop or respond to them. No one knew how long the Mercenary Guild intended to let this thing wander outside. It may not end until the sun rises tomorrow, or maybe even a few days or more…

But there was nothing she could do. Ann’s heart was beating wildly, and her internal organs were sore from tension and fear. There was nothing worse than the feeling of waiting to die; it was humiliating to the victims right before their deaths as it highlighted their incompetence.

She opened her spell book. There were only three pages left. Two of them were for the shining barrier, while the last page she glued on herself. It was dirty, old, and full of creases. It wasn’t surprising when it fell off. Ann ripped the page with her hand, and lowered it in a complicated mood, as if the old and smelly parchment paper was like a sharp blade between her fingers.

No, there was one more thing she could do.

Nemo and Oliver stopped at the border of the barrier. It wasn’t a good idea to get too close to the red mist, and they didn’t know how they could successfully provoke it if they were too far away. The gray parrot didn’t follow, so Nemo could only guess at the method of provoking it. He didn’t know why he couldn’t generate hostility like he did so easily a few hours ago. As he approached the red mist, the melodious noise became clearer and more desperate. It seemed like it was a wounded cub whining in front of him. No matter how cruel a hunter was, it would still make him hesitate for a few seconds, not to mention how a former librarian would feel towards a harmless animal.

The emotion infected him, and sadness and despair pierced into his heart, like poisonous snake fangs. Before he thought of “hoping the other party will disappear”, he was pressed down by another thought.

Hey, I’m here.’ Nemo thought unconsciously.

This was by no means hostile, but there was no doubt that Pandorater had discovered him.

Countless thin plumes of smoke rose from the corners of the forest and merged. From a distance, they didn’t feel it. When her body really gathered, the two realized how huge their opponent truly was. The smoke no longer flowed but condensed into a liquid-like texture. The scarlet color became thicker as the smoke gathered and, in the end, was almost dark brown. The demon’s body in front of them was like a huge tornado with life.

The noise temporarily stopped at that moment.

In those few short seconds, Nemo almost gave birth to some hope, praying that maybe they could avoid possibly fighting, or rather unilateral pursuit, through communication. However, his hope was soon dashed as trees and dirt began sweeping into the sky.

The murmur that sounded for the second time turned into pure noise that pierced his head in an instant. Instead of directly attacking Nemo, it indiscriminately attacked everything around the forest, whether dead or alive. Under the piercing noise, Nemo had no time to distinguish his emotions. He had to squat down and hold his head with his arms, exhausting all of his concentration. Oliver, who couldn’t hear the noise, tried to be helpful. He grabbed Nemo’s waist, picked him up, and started to run away.

Nemo’s face was against Oliver’s back. He raised his head laboriously and saw that Pandorater was not chasing after him but was still standing at the same spot. The sky was covered with stones and tree debris, while the piercing noise made him feel nauseous. Oliver stretched out his free arm and threw it back, causing waves of ice to surge up, blocking the large piece of debris that was flying towards them. At the same time, Oliver’s hand became instantly bloodied.

Nemo gritted his teeth and desperately squeezed the noise out of his mind. He stretched out his hand and an idea filled his head.

This was his plan, so he couldn’t drag Oliver to his death.

A black barrier suddenly rose. It didn’t unfold flatly like last time but climbed up the dark brown mist tornado like a living thing, wrapping it from all sides, like vines entangling a tree. The thick shadows bound the dark brown mist, as if a weird and unpleasant totem pole had been erected in the forest.

There were no spells, no arrays. He was sweating nervously as he clumsily explored the secrets of the unknown.

They couldn’t hear the slight applause on the cliff not far away. Above the gap where the three of them had used as their stronghold, there was a small cliff. A hooded man stood at the edge, applauding insincerely.

“Poor little girl… After so many years, they still forbid you to go back?” He looked at Pandorater, who was still fighting the shadow, and muttered softly, “Jude really is a fool. No, humans probably have long forgotten how to accept new things long ago. There’s no doubt that he’s a demon warlock.”

He pulled down his taupe hood and let out a long sigh at the communication crystal in his hand. “It’s a pity that we may not be able to get him this time.”


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Stray Ch16

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 16: The Worst Situation

“The Seymour Worm at test site 327 died of unnatural causes.”

“Who’s in charge of Noer?”

“Troy Fenrir’s Steel Wolf Mercenary Regiment.”

“Show the images from the bugs.”

“Eighty-three minutes ago, there were two records of two effective attacks, one physical and one mental spell suspected to be bewitchment. None of them died.”

“Let Troy report the reason. After determining the attack, release Pandorater at the test site in Noer.”

The tin badge on Fenrir’s chest suddenly vibrated up and down like a living creature. He skillfully removed it and turned on the message from the Guild Headquarters on the back. He was instantly shocked.

Out of boredom, Thorne was directing a surveillance bug to do a figure-eight dance in the air. Fenrir’s movement wasn’t small, causing him to become distracted and the figure-eight dance suddenly dispersed.

“What’s the matter?” Thorne yawned.

“Retreat!” Fenrir didn’t answer his question but looked at the crystal flakes in his pocket and crushed them, then ordered angrily, “Everyone, retreat immediately!”

“The Seymour Worm is dead.” Fenrir grabbed the back of Thorne’s collar and rushed towards the still black shadow in the forest. “Damn it!”

“Impossible! My bug just confirmed ten minutes ago that it was still alive! The two kids who came into contact with it recently have already run away, and no one has touched it again. Even if I missed it, it’s impossible to kill it this quietly… Ow, take it easy—” Thorne’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he was strangled by his collar.

“Headquarters won’t make a mistake. Its vital signs have disappeared.” Fenrir stepped on the branches and hurried forward, squeezing out his words one by one through gritted teeth. “They want us to confirm the cause of death immediately, and then start remedial procedures.”

“Wait, wait. Is the remedial procedure the legendary…”

“It’s because a legendary fool attacked it!”

They weren’t far from the huge worm. There were still icicles and broken corpses left at the scene. The trees staggered after being crushed by the worm while the sun exposed the bare ground, revealing a deep cold and the smell of blood that permeated the air.

Fenrir made an extremely ugly face. Without even taking a breath, he threw Thorne to the side and took out an identification crystal and stabbed it directly into the body of the huge worm. The worm lay there quietly. All the eyeballs that had surfaced during the battle sank into its body at this moment. The originally slimy black skin had lost its water and color, leaving behind a fragile figure that was like pudding.

“Someone did this on purpose. It’s ‘sweet dreams’.” Fenrir squinted his eyes at the muddy crystal. “It stands to reason that the worm can drink ten full barrels of wine. I don’t know why this one…” He pulled out the crystal and carefully observed the lines on it. “…Its magic power is severely exhausted.”

“Sweet dreams?”

“A demon toxin that has just become popular recently. The price is quite high. It’s not difficult to buy, but we can’t trace its source.”

“Even if someone did this on purpose, there’s no need to start the program—”

“It’s useless. Hurry up and leave this damn place quickly. The others in the group should have successfully retreated.” Fenrir took a deep breath and smiled wryly. “We can’t determine the motive of the murderer. It’s just a few hundred Black Chapter reserves. Headquarters won’t mind.”

“You mean…”

“I mean, this place is going to be wiped out. Remember to get your bugs back.”

Meanwhile…

“…Escape with that person? You’d better cure your idealism quickly,” Ann remarked indifferently. There was no resonance at all. “People who live in peaceful areas are sentimental. When someone puts a knife to your throat or your wife’s, you’re probably not in the mood to consider whether that person is innocent or not.”

Oliver chuckled but didn’t respond. He stretched out and laid on the grass. The summer sky was amazingly blue. Fatigue distracted his mind as he unconsciously stretched out his hand towards the dark blue, but before Oliver could straighten his arm, he was directly pinned back by another arm.

Nemo was still fast asleep and had thrown his arm around Oliver’s neck with considerable strength. Oliver’s throat was numb from the blow and he almost coughed. He moved out helplessly and suddenly felt a slight vibration.

He was puzzled for a few seconds. Although “being hugged unconsciously by someone in his sleep” sounded exciting, he didn’t think he would feel moved because he was slammed on the neck by a man. Suddenly, he found that the whole world was shaking slightly, and he hurriedly got up. Ann had already assumed a vigilant posture, ready to fight at any moment.

Nemo frowned slightly because his arm was lifted, muttered a few words in an unclear manner, and then snored slightly.

At the same time, the tremors became more obvious.

“An earthquake?” Oliver asked loudly amidst the increasing clear cracking sound of the ground shaking.

“I don’t know!” Ann yelled back. “There shouldn’t be an earthquake. I haven’t encountered this situation before!”

The gray parrot suddenly used magic to split the vines apart, as if its state of helplessness just now didn’t exist. It flew around them, fluttering its wings excitedly: “Finally!” it screamed. “The smell of the same kind. The smell of the same kind—ow!”

With three living things around him making noise, even the dead would rise. Nemo got up groggily and looked at the bird that was acting crazy in the air.

“What’s going on?” he asked in a low voice.

Nemo’s brain was still in a chaotic state after just waking up. His hair was messy as he didn’t have time to tidy it up. His slightly long hair was resting on his shoulders in a scattered manner, rubbing against his neck, giving him a slight itch. He almost thought he was dreaming. All of this was a ridiculous and long dream. Geographically, there shouldn’t be any earthquakes in Noer, so this was completely unrealistic.

Seeing that the man was about to lie down again, Oliver hurriedly went over and grabbed him by the collar.

“…What are you doing?” Nemo said, slightly annoyed.

“Now is not the time to take a nap.” Ann looked around. “Thank him because you need to get on your feet now!”

“It’s coming!” The gray parrot was still wailing, as if its secret crush was about to come over. “It’s coming—!”

Nemo rubbed his eyes and immediately woke up. No longer muddled, he soon found that the culprit had appeared. A scarlet column of gas spewed out from the worm, but it didn’t spread out naturally like ordinary gas and instead split up like octopus tentacles and rushed to the ground. The vibration gradually became slower as the gas continued to spew, which didn’t reassure them much.

“What is that?” Nemo stared at the pillar of gas. There was no doubt that it was rushing in their direction.

“Pandorater, the Beauty of the Abyss.” The parrot’s unpleasant voice was full of longing. “So they dance like that… Ho, ho.”

The other three couldn’t understand and didn’t intend to understand its aesthetic at all. They couldn’t even distinguish between an arm or a leg on that thing.

“What will it do?” Ann stared warily at the gas column.

“How would I know?!” The parrot rolled its eyes. “Not all superior demons know each other. Would you know what a beautiful girl walking down the street wants to do?”

“But I can at least understand her expression,” Ann gritted her teeth and replied.

They didn’t care whether it was the parrot’s dream lover or not. The humans present had more important concerns… Although no one wanted to believe it, there was some truth in what the parrot said. The thing that was about to collide with them was a superior demon.

“Well, she doesn’t look very happy,” the parrot whispered. “It must be you humans who made her unhappy.”

“I have read in a book that the body of a superior demon shouldn’t be able to leave the Abyss—” Nemo frowned, trying to recall more details from the autobiography of a clergyman he had once read.

“Yes, well, to put it in a way you can understand; that thing is at most, one of her arms,” the parrot said. “What a pity…”

Nemo didn’t feel much loss at all. He turned his head to ask Ann what to do next, but found that the remaining two were sweating and their faces were horribly pale.

“Are you alright?” He swallowed his original question back and replaced it with a different one.

“Don’t you feel it?” Oliver shifted his position to make himself stand more firmly. “…The sense of oppression.”

Ann’s situation seemed slightly better than Oliver’s as she nodded silently in agreement.

Nemo closed his eyes and felt hard. “No.” He shook his head in frustration and looked at Oliver. “Is it uncomfortable? Do you want me to help you?”

Oliver smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he could still stand while Ann glanced at Nemo, giving him a deep look.

“I heard about it once,” she said in a hoarse voice. “I always thought it was fake… But…”

“When I was drinking, I heard mercenaries mention that a demon warlock was mixed in a Black Chapter test once, and she scared off the Seymour Worm… But that was nearly a hundred years ago.”

“Scared off?”

“Yes. I was also very curious. Demon warlocks are not the peace-loving types, so I inquired more about it. The result I found was… The Black Chapter is a means used by countries to maintain stability, and they will not allow the existence of someone too powerful and aggressive to exist.”

“Aren’t there many solutions? For example, don’t give that person a black badge, or wait for him to join the Black Chapter before rescinding…” Nemo suddenly had a bad feeling.

“You two deserve to be comrades. Two idealistic fools of the same mold.” Ann grinned weakly. “It’s a night long dream*, and the guys above understand that better than anyone else. The Seymour Worm is the Black Chapter’s ceiling, which refers to more than just its strength… Maybe we shouldn’t have resisted it at all.”

*(夜长梦多) Idiom referring to letting something prolonged could make the situation change unfavorably. || The context here is that if a power could defeat the Seymour Worm, then it’s too unstable in strength and needs to be wiped out (thus the idiom) before it becomes uncontrollable.

“You think too much,” the parrot interjected disdainfully. “That worm is still very healthy. It’s no different from cutting your finger with a knife. Fuck, I hate this way of speaking in metaphors in order to make you understand. I’m becoming a god damn poet; in short, it has enough magic for it to recover three to four times over when it’s on the verge of death, and the taste was particularly quite rich.”

“You killed it?!” Nemo strangled the bird’s neck and shook it a few times.

“Bah, no!” the parrot roared, looking like it wanted to spit in Nemo’s face. “Don’t you think I didn’t want to? Do you think I could eat something like that with my size? I can only take in a few mouthfuls of magic from it. It still has a lot left. It’s alive and well—!”

Before it finished screaming, the shadow of the worm in the distance shattered like foam as red mist rolled over.

“…Well, now it’s dead.” The gray parrot added bitterly, “I didn’t do it though.”

“In other words, you’re saying they will bring in a more powerful demon than the Seymour Worm to get rid of the ‘instability factor’, right?” Oliver concluded as he pointed to the red mist that had touched the edge of the grass. “Basically, to eliminate us?”

The mist was like a scarlet tide, pouring into the forest. It seemed difficult to tell whether it was a gas or a liquid being so close to it. It swept the shrubs and tree trunks, though the plants seemed to be unaffected by it. At the edge of the red mist, more than a dozen people and several animals were rushing in their direction.

A deer that was seemingly injured was running slower, got one of its hind legs caught in the mist. The mist that touched the fresh flesh suddenly came to life and enveloped the deer—

Tearing it to pieces.


Kinky Thoughts:

They really can’t catch a break.


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Stray Ch15

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 15: The Last Lesson

The gray parrot was tied into a spindle by the vines and looked pitiful. It seemed to have suffered a major blow. After all, no one would think that normal vines could trap an intermediate demon. It swayed around without saying a word while staring at them.

“An expert?” Nemo hung the gray parrot firmly on the top of his staff and rubbed the vine debris still stuck to the palm of his hands onto his clothes as he tried to continue the conversation.

Ann, who silently witnessed the whole process of Nemo tying up the gray parrot, was momentarily stunned. “Oh… Oh, I mean you need to ask an experienced cleric. Demon worshippers only know about the demons that have served them. You’ll also run into those who will try to steal other people’s demons. Your demon is relatively rare, so it may cause trouble.” She glanced at the gray parrot, which exuded a lifeless aura. “Besides, I have never heard of a contracted demon who can attack its own master*.”

*Clarity: This is not to be confused with when one first summons the demon to be contracted. They can still attack and test their summoner before a contract is formed, like in the (supposed) case of the deadwood jellyfish.

Only God knows if the contract between them was still valid. Nemo wiped his face.

“Won’t the clergy just kill me?” he asked cautiously.

“Hailam has a confessional church,” Ann said. “The most wildly spread religion in Alban is the old sect of the Laddism Church, and they are the most hostile to demons. The Woden Sect is more popular in Garland, and they will give demon worshippers a chance to repent. After all, some people do not voluntarily cooperate with demons.”

‘Like me,’ Nemo thought bitterly.

“If things go well today, you can choose a mission near Hailam tomorrow. Hailam is the capital, so getting there is easy, but you have to note that the first task is also part of the test. If you fail, you’ll need to take the test again next quarter.”

“What?!” Nemo called out, while Oliver buried his face in his palm.

“My suggestion is to choose a simple one, and I’ll help.” Ann stopped in an area with relatively open grass and arched her shoulders. “Let’s take a break here.”

Her words were like a curse of gravity. Before she even finished speaking, Nemo and Oliver collapsed on the ground together. The deformed staff was casually inserted into the ground with the gray parrot still tied up in a ball, dangling from it, like a cocoon hanging from branches in the summer. The backpack was also thrown on the ground by him, and the area where his backpack had been had long been soaked with sweat.

Ann opened her backpack and took out a few pieces of dried bread wrapped in leaves. Long and slender fingers crossed the air, then several water balls condensed in front of her. She dipped the dry bread into the water, and the place wet by it showed some brown.

“Have something to eat,” she said as she turned her head to hand it to Nemo, but found that the other party had already fallen asleep.

Nemo fell on the grass and was sleeping soundly. His short ponytail was scattered, and medium length black hair stuck to his cheek, revealing a soft image belonging to a scholar.

“Let him sleep for a while,” Oliver said softly. He moved his body and naturally brushed away the hair that was stuck on Nemo’s face with his hands.

“You’re not sleeping?” Ann blinked and stuffed the bread into her mouth.

“I’m used to getting up early in the morning. After all, at home…” Oliver was stunned and didn’t continue. The word “home” had become like a fishbone that was stuck in his throat. It started to hurt faintly every time it was mentioned. He always carelessly forgot that… He no longer had a home.

He gave Ann a reluctant smile before burying his head in the bread.

“I’m sorry,” Ann murmured. “The taste must be very uncomfortable.”

“If they didn’t insist that I maliciously murdered him, I would be willing to be arrested,” Oliver said without looking at Ann. “I am indeed a murderer.”

“How idealistic.” Ann smiled bitterly. “If you ask me, it’s fortunate that you didn’t foolishly throw yourself into their net. If anyone finds out about your strength, you won’t be safe in prison.”

Oliver stopped chewing, frowned slightly, and showed a polite expression of inquiry.

“They cuff a cursed collar on you and throw you to the front lines of the battlefield. Trust me,” Ann said. “Even if you can survive, you won’t be ‘you’ anymore. That kind of place is hell, which is why I can’t really figure it out. The world is so chaotic. How could your father bear to give up on such a talent like this?”

“I chose the path myself,” Oliver said as he looked down at his hands. His palms were covered with thick calluses from his daily manual labor, and his fingers were slender and powerful, but they were not the hands of a warrior.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Oliver said. “Didn’t I mention it before? Except for the last… I have never seen my father use a spell once.”

“Hmm.”

“That was my last lesson. I was about fourteen or fifteen at that time, and my father said he wanted to teach me something new,” he said. “He took me to a cave on the edge of Frontier Forest, our secret base, and then kicked out a man in front of me. The man had a strong body odor and weighed more than 300 kilograms. I still remember the smell. My father threw a sword at me and told me to kill him. The man cried and begged for mercy, even peeing in his pants.”

The female warrior finished chewing on the piece of bread and brushed the crumbs off her hands. “What happened next?”

“My father said the man had killed his wife with his own hands and turned her body into a potion. According to Alban’s law, this was worthy of the death penalty.”

“Did you do it?” Ann took out a water bag and took a few sips.

“I didn’t dare. It was the first time I’ve seen someone that scared. It was like… Like a whining animal. He said all kinds of flattery to a fifteen-year-old kid and desperately stressed that he was innocent. It was his wife who attacked him, and he just responded in self-defense.”

“I couldn’t do it because he was still alive… I can’t describe the feeling. I was hesitant for a while when suddenly a little girl rushed in with a tracking spell on her. She started crying and begging us not to kill her father, screaming that her mother was the bad one. I immediately dropped my sword and had no idea what to think. After all, my father had never lied to me before, and I couldn’t understand what he was thinking at that time.”

Ann held her cheeks with her hands and raised her brows.

“After a while, several soldiers came in. One came to protect the girl and the other inquired what was going on. The soldier said the man had controlled his wife and daughter using abyssal magic for a long time. His wife was finally able to break free and wanted to take her daughter away. Their whereabouts are currently unknown. He wanted information about the man’s wife, claiming that he could not be convicted if the body was not found. I thought this crazy lesson was about to end, but when they were about to leave, my father picked up the sword and killed the man with his backhand. A sword was thrust into his chest and blood spurted everywhere. You know what, though? For a moment, I thought my father was awesome. He killed a bastard that couldn’t be punished by the law.”

“The soldier who went to check the man’s heartbeat suddenly shouted, pointing out a witch’s emblem that slowly appeared on the neck of his corpse. You should know… Eastern Witches like to deceive men. When their daughter reaches the right age, they will pretend to die and escape, putting the blame on the husband, so that the child can accumulate enough pain to become a new witch. In other words, the man didn’t lie. He was innocent from the beginning, but…”

“It’s not supposed to appear that quickly.” Ann curled her lips. “Your dad wasn’t taken away?”

“No.” Oliver lowered his head so that Ann couldn’t see his expression clearly. “I was scared to death. Suddenly, the soldiers and the little girl disappeared, leaving only the corpse staring at me from behind. My father then asked me do you know what ‘to kill’ means?”

“’This is just one person. If you want, I can teach you how to kill thousands in one breath, but do you really understand what that means?’ he said at that time.”

Yes, he remembered every detail. At that time, he was just a teenager and was a little complacent about his strength. He often couldn’t help but fantasize about resisting thousands of troops in a heroic war and becoming a hero who was qualified to meet the king.

But it all ended in that dark cave.

“Ollie, you have to know that reality will not give you time to investigate the innocence of each enemy. Girls will not come, soldiers will not come, and emblems will not be discovered. Many times, when you kill a person, you kill part of the truth in this world.” His father’s tone in his memory was cold. “Telling yourself that they deserve to die is the easiest way. If you can’t fool yourself in this way, then try to emphasize how miserable you are—ah, a tragic existence is the most effective self-anesthesia. Of course, if you don’t have a tragic past, then you can preach that you had no malice. Remember, this is a common practice among cowards.”

“Killing itself is never worthy of praise. It should be your last resort, not a tool to show off your strength, and unfortunately, when you find out that you’re wrong, you just have to bear this mistake for the rest of your life. There is no escape. All you can do is take responsibility.”

“And to make matters worse, actions borne of goodwill may not necessarily lead to the ideal ending. The flowers and glory that idlers extol may never appear, and you may be faced with animosity, stupidity, or indifference. At this time, you hold the power to make them surrender. Can you control yourself?”

“If you pick up the sword, then this is all you’re destined to experience. Everyone likes to say that there is a price for doing evil. Let me tell you now that there’s also a price for doing good. Those who can understand this pain are qualified to be called ‘heroes’. I don’t want you to accept all the silly songs and then be disappointed with reality.”

“Answer me now. Ollie, do you want to pick up this sword?”

He raised his sword, which was still stained with the man’s blood.

“So how did you answer?” Ann’s question pulled Oliver out of his memories.

“I said I couldn’t imagine it,” Oliver replied calmly, “so I gave up.”

“Because of fear?”

“No, because I know how selfish and ignorant I am. I can only work slowly by protecting the people around me… I don’t think this requires the power to kill thousands in an instant.”

“It’s hard to say. What if you have to make enemies with the majority of people for the sake of the one you love?

Oliver thought for a moment. “…I’ll run away with that person. We’ll escape together.”

Thinking about it carefully, that should be the only time he saw his father look so serious. Before they left the cave, he had asked his father a question.

“So, all this is fake?” He looked at the disappearing body of the man on the rock.

“No, it used to be true. I just adjusted the scenes a little faster.” There was no smile on Piper Ramon’s face. “I’m glad you didn’t do it, Ollie. You’re not like me.”


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Stray Ch14

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 14: Gold Pendant

It wasn’t easy to run through the intertwining woods. Seemingly dense places could be full of rotting leaves and curly roots, not to mention the annoying vine-like cobwebs. Ann ran steadily ahead, while Oliver struggled to follow because his body hadn’t recovered. After Nemo tripped over a tree root for the fifth time, his enthusiasm for fleeing for his life was mostly gone. If it weren’t for his resilient body that was fused with demon flesh, he would have sprained his ankle ten times over by now.

Nemo deeply suspected that he was not of the same species as the other two. Those two were seemingly born with more than a pair of eyes, as they could see through the thick moss and dead leaves and avoid all the pitfalls.

Nemo gritted his teeth and tried to get up and continue running, but his ankles were tangled by a slender vine, and he couldn’t break free for a moment. He looked back subconsciously; the Seymour Worm was still frozen quietly in place, looking like a bulging black abscess from a distance.

“Hey, you two!” The staff was stained with worm mucus and was covered in dirt and grass clippings that were glued to it. He was currently using it as a walking stick. “Wait for me—”

Oliver stopped first. He held onto the trunk of a tree and panted for a while. His injured left leg wasn’t fully recovered, and the wound had started to slightly bleed. Due to his smooth movements these past few days, Nemo thought Ann had used some powerful healing technique.

“Did you fall?” Oliver had no intention of caring about his own legs. He gently stretched out his hand towards Nemo.

The corners of Nemo’s mouth twitched. He didn’t have any clean habit of hating touching other people, but at this moment, he had a weird feeling. Oliver was deliberately increasing the number of physical contact with him. The last time he felt this atmosphere was when he saw the little boys in the orphanage rushing to tease the neighbor’s guard dog.

But when his gaze glanced towards Oliver’s bleeding left leg to the gentle emerald eyes, Nemo couldn’t help but soften his heart and thought about what they’d been through these past few days. Besides, he wasn’t a noble lady, and between the two of them, there was no need to show off. He obediently stretched out his dirty hands, stood firm against Oliver, and then poked those annoying vines with his staff.

As soon as Nemo shook off the last piece of vine from his ankle, he looked up and saw Ann’s complex eyes.

Oh, how embarrassing. These days, he urgently needed the book titled “Three Hundred Ways to Resolve Embarrassment”. Why couldn’t he have bothered to open it because the cover of that book was too ugly?

“Miss Savage, we…” He subconsciously wanted to apologize to the oppressive feeling but swallowed his words. Although he didn’t know what he had done, the fact that they were still alive was a victory, so he had nothing to apologize for. He didn’t think Ann would really care about their lives. “We managed to escape with those who were supposed to be ‘dead’.”

Ann pursed her lips into a tight thin line, causing Nemo to shrink his head back for fear of a temporary breach of contract due to anger by the female warrior, who would suddenly decide to take the three thousand gold coins.

But she didn’t.

Ann took a deep breath and slowly spat out some words. The volume was so low that it seemed like an inaudible whisper.

“Thank you.” Although her voice was small, the tone was serious.

Nemo inserted a finger into his ear and dug into it, suspecting that something was wrong with his hearing. Oliver was one step faster.

“Why?” Oliver asked. The soft expression on his face was fading, apparently still concerned about Ann’s behavior.

“I don’t know why.” Ann raised her voice. Nemo felt there was a bit of carelessness as he detected traces of sadness on her face that she didn’t have time to cover up. “Well done, but I don’t think I’m wrong. Next, we have to go together. Someone has to say it, assuming you’re still willing to go with me.”

Does this mean she’s letting them go?

Oliver turned his head and cast an inquiring look, and Nemo nodded slightly.

“We survived, so the agreement is still valid.” Oliver smiled at Ann.

“Then follow me. It’s just afternoon, and we still have the night to pass.” Ann turned around decisively and didn’t continue the topic.

“Say, Sav… Ann.” Nemo hesitated for a moment, but still spoke up. “I don’t mean to blame you, but just now, you did make a mistake.”

Ann turned her head and stared sharply at him with those amber eyes. In the dim forest, her eyes looked close to golden, like the eyes of a beast.

“That… uh,” Nemo stumbled awkwardly and found that he didn’t know the name of the dead young man. This made his momentum wilt as soon as it rose. “If he hadn’t rushed out at that time, I… I might have escaped with you. I hope you know this.”

Nemo didn’t think he was a saint, let alone a hero. His life was so ordinary that almost all the blood he had seen came from books. He didn’t know why he was saying this, and he didn’t even think it was about righteousness, but the young man had died so easily; the people he was protecting were busy fleeing and didn’t even know what he had done. Even one of the witnesses commented that it was “meaningless”. This recognition made him a little sad.

It wasn’t out of pity or survivor’s guilt. He simply felt that he should tell her that the deceased young man was worthy.

“Meaningless things are meaningless,” Ann said quietly as she turned around and moved onwards. “I won’t change my point of view. What you think is your business.”

“I—” Nemo wanted to speak but was stopped by Oliver with one hand. He shook his head slightly at Nemo.

“How much do you know about the demon’s tavern in Noer?” Oliver followed Ann’s footsteps and returned to his usual tone.

“You’re talking about ‘Dawn’, right? There is such a place. Demon worshippers are generally not welcome in taverns—to be more precise, they’re not welcome anywhere.” Ann kicked away the withered grass in front of her. “The owner is quite interesting. Few people dare to declare their neutrality in front of the church these days. Over time, all demon worshippers have gathered there. We’ve been betting when it’ll end.”

“Then what?” Nemo couldn’t help but interject.

“Then, as you can see, it still remained booming for so many years. Perhaps the owner has some background.” Ann shrugged. “Why? Are you starting to be interested in your compatriots?”

Nemo imagined a tavern full of Judes and felt a bit sick from the bottom of his heart. “No. Just asking.” The word “compatriots” made him feel nauseous.

“I suspect that what the parrot said has some truth. It’s always good to be clear,” Oliver said slowly. “In case the Knights of Judgement come to our door one day, we can’t be unprepared.”

“How rare that you know of this.” Ann glanced at Oliver in surprise. “Speaking of which, where’s the parrot?”

Nemo hurriedly looked around. Not to mention the parrot, he didn’t even find ordinary bird hair. He was stunned for a moment and hesitated for a second about whether he should feel relieved or worried. Bagelmaurus had never been away for too long before, and he had grown accustomed to its sarcasm that would buzz around him from time to time.

“Don’t worry too much.” Ann smiled. “It knows where you are and will always find you.”

“But in case it’s killed…”

“Oh, that would be a problem, but I don’t think so.” Ann paused. “You have no idea what you did, right? Judging from your performance just now, there’s nothing in this forest that can hurt it.”

As she said this, she looked directly into the young man’s silver eyes, but she didn’t find anything other than surprise. There was no fear, no joy, not even cautious expectations. This made her unexpectedly anxious.

“Do you know how to control a Seymour Worm? If it’s mercenaries from Horizon, then at least three would be required. A mage to maintain the magic formation, while the other is responsible for long-range spells, and the warrior must be equipped with a blunt weapon with a first-level shock spell. It takes at least five hours to draw the restraint array, and at least two hundred kilograms of freshwater elephant meat must be prepared to lead it to the center. It should be noted that Horizon is currently the number one mercenary group.” There was a certain complex emotion in Ann’s tone. 

“Ramon’s abilities are still within my understanding. As for you… I didn’t notice any fluctuations in your abilities at that time. You didn’t cast any spells, and even if the parrot is a top intermediate demon, this is too exaggerated.”

As she was talking, she fumbled with her waist bag for a while before something metallic flashed between the cracks of her clenched fist. Ann threw the thing in her hands at Nemo, who subconsciously caught it with both hands and lowered his head to look…

A familiar pendant was shining with the unique luster of gold in his palm.

“I bought it from Oni. This thing is very important to you, right? After all, it’s a rare style that’s only available in the capital of Alban. Generally, I don’t investigate the origins of my teammates. I know it’s not polite.” Ann stretched out her hand and rubbed her forehead. “But now I have to. I’m using this to buy a question from you. How much do you know about your life?”

Nemo didn’t say much. He carefully pulled out the picture hidden on his body, gently embedded it back into the picture frame of the pendant, and then showed it generously.

“That’s all I know,” he said.

Ann approached closer to look while Oliver struggled for a few seconds, but he was unable to restrain his curiosity and eventually leaned in.

It was a portrait of a girl painted with delicate brushstrokes. Unfortunately, whether it was because the picture was too old or poorly kept, the pigment had faded. The young girl in the painting wouldn’t be considered a top beauty, but she was still considered beautiful and lovely. She didn’t pose in the popular demure that’s common when posing for pictures, but instead made a funny face. Her hair looked like silk, was slightly curled, and the color of her eyes was indistinguishable from cyan or green.

“I don’t know if this is my mother, grandmother, or some other female relative,” Nemo said. “This was the only thing on my body when I was discovered.”

“Why don’t I remember this?” Oliver stared at it in surprise.

“Because Patrick had a hard time pulling it out of my throat,” Nemo replied bitterly.

Ann studied the small picture for a while but found no clues.

“I’ve never seen such a person,” she said, somewhat frustrated. “Have you tried to find her?”

“No,” Nemo replied decisively. “I said I don’t remember what happened before. If I’m lucky, perhaps one day I will be able to meet her naturally. It’s fine if we don’t meet either. I still have my relatives. Yes, I do cherish it, because… it proves that I may not have been abandoned.”

No one would put such a valuable thing on an abandoned child. It proved that, at least at a certain moment, he was loved by his true family; at least he believed so.

Ann picked up the pendant and flipped it over and found a line of small print on the inside of the case.

“The flame will never die.” She struggled to recognize the handwriting. “The signature… No, the signature is too worn out.”

“I couldn’t find the source of that sentence,” Nemo said. “Look, that’s all I know. The amount of information was a bit small… Did you want some change? It’s fine to count it as arrears in addition to the staff.” He stared at the pendant eagerly.

Ann shook her head with a smile and returned the pendant. “Forget it,” she said. “Put it away.”

“Don’t you want to ask anything else?” Nemo didn’t want to feel like he owed her too much. He could still talk about his experience in recent years.

“No, since you—”

Before she could finish, a black light suddenly appeared. Ann fiercely blocked them from it.

The gray parrot was flying towards them happily, with spells and incantations everywhere, fluttering as if it had drunk too much wine. It approached Nemo. He thought it was going to stop on his shoulder again, so he didn’t move. Unexpectedly, the bird stretched out its claws and scratched his shoulder, causing a gaping hole to open up. It used its hard beak to stab into the flesh as blood overflowed.

Nemo was more experienced this time. He directly grabbed the gray parrot’s body and threw it hard. The parrot slammed into the ground with an unnaturally long purplish-black tongue still sticking out of its mouth.

“It’s still not working.” It lay on the ground and spoke aggrievedly before slowly retracting its tongue. “I still can’t get it back… I’m obviously full! Do I have to eat a superior—”

Nemo put his pendant away carefully, leaving the wound alone. It quickly healed under the watchful eyes of Oliver and Ann, leaving behind only bloodstains that had penetrated his clothes.

“Now I’m positive.” Ann sighed fiercely. “I’m afraid an ordinary demon worshiper won’t suffice… You need an expert.”


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Stray Ch13

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 13: Principles

Nemo froze, as if he had been licked by a huge, barbed tongue. He could clearly hear the worms’ continuous angry hissing. Disgusting green mucus poured over from behind, reaching the soles of his shoes. This time, Oliver slashed it hard and had obviously angered it.

Nemo didn’t have the courage to look back at all.

At this time, the difference between a civilian and a soldier was starkly revealed. Ann didn’t pause at all as she kept carrying the man who was taller and bigger than her, which was an undoubtedly extremely difficult task. She adjusted her posture, lowered her center of gravity, and instantly prepared to retreat.

“Follow me.” She charged forward hurriedly. Oliver struggled a few times, as if he wanted to jump off, causing Ann to smack him hard on the back of his head. “This thing is very stupid. It will take the lead in attacking larger targets. As long as it runs to a crowded place, I can escape.”

“…But it’ll attack other people.” Nemo put down his just raised foot that had stepped into mucus, causing him to involuntarily shiver.

“I don’t want to have a moral debate with you now. Those people are dead. If you have an idea, just say it. If you don’t, then listen to my instructions.” Ann’s amber eyes were fixed on the worm that was still roaring and struggling. “You can choose to die senselessly, like that fool just now.”

Run away. His desire for survival whispered into his ears. Run away. It’s not wrong to want to live. Ann’s thinking wasn’t wrong. They had no other choice. Even if those people were still alive, they would eventually be eaten by the worm. Even if they survived, the test was far from over.

He didn’t know anything. Ann was more experienced and determined than he was. Yes, he didn’t know anything…

He closed his eyes in pain, as his instinct and conscience were about to tear his soul apart. His lungs were still aching, and his heart was beating vigorously. Every inch of his body was fiercely refusing to die while death was roaring behind him, trying to turn him into a rotten corpse.

“No,” he said with difficulty.

Ann looked at him blankly.

“No.” As if he was trying to convince himself, he raised his voice and repeated, no longer suppressing the trembling in his voice.

“I see,” Ann said, before she turned around and left quickly, but she couldn’t move far. While Oliver was knocked out, he wasn’t completely unconscious. He gathered some strength and broke free from her. He was exhausted and knelt down when he fell to the ground.

“We disagree.” Oliver staggered to his feet. “Miss Savage, you go. If I can survive, at least I’ll find…” Nemo seemed to know what he was going to say, glared at him, causing Oliver to quickly change his words. “…We’ll find you and fulfill the agreement.”

Ann glanced at the hilt of the sword that had happened to fall at her feet and bit her lip. Her expression was a little pale.

“Thank you for your care these days.” Oliver lowered his head.

The Seymour Worm finally shook off its ice casing, shattering it with its body. Ann didn’t respond or move. She just stood and stared at them coldly.

“Oh?” The gray parrot fluttered its wing and said calmly, “Seymour Worms taste great! I used to run to the shallows to eat a few. Since you have taken my power, you can’t be afraid of my snacks—”

“What do I need to do?” Without mocking or taunting, Nemo asked the question very seriously. He clenched the metal staff tightly and didn’t even realize that he had slightly deformed it.

“Just be hostile to it!” the gray parrot said. “I’m really surprised. Before, you didn’t have the slightest sense of confrontation in your barren head.”

Even if the worm laid flat and let them attack it, Nemo didn’t think he could cause any substantial damage. He took a deep breath, raised his staff at the worm, and thought how crazy he was. The worm ran over, as if it hadn’t even seen him.

A hand pressed on his back.

“What I’m going to say may be presumptuous,” Oliver whispered. “I trust you, Nemo. It’s not some hot-blooded pretty talk. Just this morning, the oppression you gave me was much stronger than this thing.”

Nemo panted in a panic, suddenly realizing that this was the first time Oliver had called his name. He squeezed out a little sobriety from the crazy fragments of his mind.

If Bagelmaurus’ power could return after his death, there would be no need for the gray parrot to protect him from Ann. In other words, the parrot wouldn’t lie to him and let him die in vain. It now looked like an old god and its words seemed to ring true that this thing wasn’t something to be afraid of. Yes, he must be capable of defeating it, as long as he—

Unfortunately, his eyes hurt when he stared at it. The Seymour Worm was still roaring forward and was about to collide with them. The front of his staff was close enough to touch its skin, and its teeth almost pierced his jaw.

Please, just disappear.

Nemo gritted his teeth, but kept his eyes open and was ready to pay for his foolish persistence.

But neither the cold sucking sensation nor the pain of teeth piercing his skin appeared. The worm stopped and even closed its round mouth. Several pale orbs appeared on its black skin, and its crossed-shaped pupils opened, staring straight at the prey that was too small for it.

Nemo tried to accumulate momentum by staring at it at first, but he soon found that there were too many eyes on this thing, and he didn’t know which one to look at. The Seymour Worm just kept staring at him and did nothing else. After the tension dissipated, Nemo even tried to take two steps back, and the cross-shaped pupils followed his movements.

One minute.

It stared at him.

Five minutes.

It stared at him seriously, causing Nemo to feel a bit awkward.

“I said…” As soon as he opened his mouth, the Seymour Worm roared. Nemo quickly closed his mouth, but it was still roaring intermittently with a much sharper cry.

Nemo turned around tentatively for a few seconds. The worm seemed to be stuck to the ground, as there was no sound of its body twisting. The red silk cage disappeared when the worm was frozen, and the people in the distance had already ran away. Nemo rubbed his chin and announced with some joy, “…I think we can run away now!”

He even turned around and forcibly gave Oliver, who was completely stunned, a high-five.

Ann opened her mouth and said nothing. She still didn’t show any emotions, but silently pointed them in a direction. After the three of them ran for a while, Nemo turned around to confirm. The Seymour Worm was still motionless, as if it was thinking about some difficult life problem. There was no doubt that he had succeeded.

“What’s going on?!” Thorne almost put his face into the light screen. “What did the black-haired kid do—”

Fenrir came out of nowhere and stared at the worm on the screen. “It noticed something. What are the origins of that young man?”

“Nemo Light.” Thorne snapped his fingers and a wanted warrant appeared in his hand. “He’s not a vagrant… Let’s see. Orphan. Used to work in the library at Roadside Town of Alban. He was charged with using demons to attack the village and murdered Piper Ramon together with Oliver Ramon. Wait, Savage picked two freshly baked wanted criminals?”

“Is he a demon worshipper? Where’s his demon?”

“It seems to be this gray parrot.” Throne pulled another light screen closer. “This is the first time I have seen this kind of breed. Logically speaking, the closer the appearance is to a normal animal, the lower its strength should be. Being able to suppress the Seymour Worm, it can’t be an ordinary demon. I say Fenrir, could it be…”

“No. Light doesn’t look like he has any deformations. I have seen a demon warlock fight against a Seymour Worm. After its opponent released their hostility, it ran away. This one didn’t escape. That bird is probably a type of intermediate demon.”

“I haven’t seen a demon warlock before.” Thorne muttered in a low voice, sounding a bit sad.

“Believe me, you don’t want to see one.” Fenrir narrowed his eyes and looked at the black-haired young man who was busy running away on the light screen. “In every sense, they’re all pure lunatics.”

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound under the tree, causing Fenrir to glance down. The giant snake that had been trying to attack them had finally given up. It slithered down the tree in frustration and quickly confronted a passing short-legged rabbit.

It raised its upper body and hissed, frightening the rabbit, causing it to tremble on the spot while it made soft wailing sounds.

That worm was startled. No, it shouldn’t be possible. Fenrir shook his head abruptly, as if to throw that absurd thought out of his mind.

“That Ramon isn’t bad either.” Thorne was still talking. “He can still stand after releasing so much power. If it weren’t for his sword breaking—”

“Thorne. Have the bugs go over and inspect his sword,” Fenrir said suddenly.

It was difficult since there was ice debris that was mixed with dust and mucus that was ejected by the worm. It was hard to find the metal fragments. It was like they were looking for a needle in a haystack. Fortunately, they were lucky. The hilt of the sword wasn’t submerged by the green mucus, allowing the bugs to send back a clear image.

“…Looking at the fracture, the sword’s body was probably turned into powder,” Thorne said. “What a shame. Had it been a better-quality sword, maybe it could have been more useful.”

“No.” Fenrir frowned. “You’re not a swordsman, Thorne, so you don’t understand. The destruction of the sword by the power itself is completely different from its inability to withstand the power.”

“What do you mean?”

“The former is more common. If the move is destructive, the sword can be easily damaged. The power is first stimulated, and then the sword’s body is destroyed from the outside… This is usually the case.”

“Isn’t that the case here?”

The handle of the sword was stained with some metal dust, which glowed beautifully in the sun. Fenrir retreated from the light screen. His expression became more cautious and serious. Thorne knew very well that once their leader showed this expression, something bad would happen.

“Ramon’s situation is the other kind. The swordsman’s strength was so great that the material collapsed from the inside because it couldn’t bear it. The move that he made only represented the limit of the material itself could withstand. Oliver Ramon isn’t weak because he swallowed back a part of his power that he had not successfully exerted. Do you know what this means?”

Thorne spread his hands and shrugged. He wasn’t a warrior, so it was difficult for him to understand such a complex explanation.

Fenrir sighed, reliving a long-lost feeling. He was past the age where he would be shaken by the excellence of others, but the fact that he had to say it made him feel a subtle sense of frustration.

“Putting aside his combat abilities and only considering in terms of strength—as long as Oliver Ramon’s sword was not made of papier-mâché, then his power exceeds mine.”

“I know Ann Savage’s style. She purposefully looked for these two young wanted criminals to cooperate. They haven’t had time to be wooed by other Black Chapters, so they don’t have any strange ambitions. The two of them are a bit powerful themselves, and they don’t look like the aggressive types. If I wanted to act alone, I would definitely form a Black Chapter team of this type.”

“A bit of strength… Ha. I think she should have discovered it by now. This time, she picked up two monsters.”


Kinky Thoughts:

Some clarity. In the original, the author uses demon (恶魔) to describe basically all monsters from the Abyss (which is the demonic realm of this world where monsters reside). I use demons and monsters interchangeably to make a distinction in my translations, as demons are closely related to things of demonic nature or higher ranking (like Bagelmaurus), while monsters are more general (like the deadwood jellyfish and the Seymour Worm). But just know that whatever term is used, it’s referring to a monster from the Abyss, unless otherwise stated.

On the same note, black badge/seal (黑章) is also used to describe the organization they are trying to join, but I’ve made distinctions with it. When it’s translated as badge, it refers to the badge that you get for passing the test, while the Black Chapter is the organization itself of all people who have black badges. This is to make the translation smoother.

Also, there are tiers establishing the power ranks among the demons/monsters:

  1. Superior/top-level
  2. Intermediate/mid-level
  3. Subordinate/low-level

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Bu Tian Gang Ch70

Author: 梦溪石 / Meng Xi Shi

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


Chapter 70

Long Shen moved slightly, and it was like a quiet beauty had come to life and walked out of a painting.

“All packed up?”

Dong Zhi nodded and said worriedly, “I’m carrying the Changshou Sword. What should I do? Controlled weapons aren’t allowed to be checked in!”

Long Shen: “We’ll go through a separate procedure. I’ll take care of it.”

Dong Zhi felt relieved. If Master was going to handle everything, then there wouldn’t be a problem no matter how difficult it was. Long Shen was like a mountain, stable and reliable. With him, many problems could be solved.

As he was about to leave, he couldn’t help but think back to whether Long Shen had forgotten the things he had said so he couldn’t help but chatter.

“Master, when I’m away, take good care of yourself. Don’t forget to eat and rest, and don’t always stay up late and work overtime, otherwise your body won’t be able to handle it.”

“Master, how are you going to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival? Are you going to spend it with He Yu, Lao Zhong, and Kan Chaosheng?”

“You usually accept express delivery, right? I’ll mail you some specialty products from Lucheng later!”

The noise kept buzzing in his ears that Long Shen couldn’t help but say, “Be quiet for a bit.”

Dong Zhi finally shut up.

Long Shen said, “If I am not by your side, you must also practice diligently, and you can’t slack off.”

“Okay.”

“Although you have recovered most of your qi now, you must never invite god again in the future. Bu Tian gang works well with your kung fu tona, so don’t fall behind.”

“Okay.”

“If there is anything you don’t understand, just ask me. Also, if you don’t have enough money, tell me.”

Dong Zhi felt like laughing. His master had the mentality of an old father that was always worried about his children not having enough money, but this kind of Long Shen had a more human touch. Even if he didn’t need it, he would still take advantage of it.

“Master, I think many disciples in a sect will light a natal lamp when they leave for a long trip, so if something happens outside, the sect can know. Would you like to give me one too? If I lose my life outside, you may not even know.” He wasn’t afraid of cursing himself, so he said it straightforwardly.

The natal lamp was also known as the soul lamp, and it was related to a human’s life. When the candlelight was dim, it meant the person was in danger or in poor condition. When the light was extinguished, it meant the person was likely dead.

Long Shen said, “No need.”

After a pause, he added, “If something happens to you, I will know.”

Long Shen didn’t say any more, and Dong Zhi didn’t ask either. He thought to himself that his master had some methods that were secretive.

It wasn’t currently rush hour, so the car arrived at the airport quickly. Dong Zhi took his luggage and went to go through the check-in procedures while Long Shen took the Changshou Sword to check in. He was very efficient. Just as Dong Zhi had completed the formalities, he had already returned and handed over a card to him.

“After getting off the plane, just take this to the check-in office to pick it up.”

After that, Long Shen raised his hand and glanced at his watch. “It’s getting late. Let’s go through security.”

Every line at the security checkpoint was very long. Usually it would take about 40 minutes to go through.

“Then, Master, I’m leaving!”

Long Shen nodded.

Dong Zhi tilted his head and smiled. “Is there anything else you want to tell me?”

Long Shen: “I said everything that needed to be said in the car.”

Dong Zhi opened his arms. “Then let’s have a farewell hug.”

Long Shen didn’t move. Dong Zhi had now developed a thicker skin. If the mountain refused to move, then he would go to the mountain. He took a step forward and hugged Long Shen.

The airport was always bustling with people coming and going, and partings and reunions were commonplace. Their hugs couldn’t be more common than those around them, but what wasn’t common was their appearance. One was cold and the other warm, just like complementary poles.

Long Shen let him hug him for a while before stretching out his hand and patting him on the back.

“You should go.”

Dong Zhi let go of his hand. “Master, I left you a parting gift. In my dormitory, before you hand over the key to He Yu, go in and take a look and take the gift away.”

Long Shen frowned slightly. “What gift?”

“You’ll find out once you go and have a look!”

Dong Zhi was afraid that he would refuse, so he quickly turned around and left after speaking. With every step he took, the farther away he got from Long Shen.

He picked a security line at random and started queuing up, but he couldn’t help but look back. The figure of the man was no longer there.

Dong Zhi took a deep breath, then picked up the phone to say goodbye to He Yu and Kan Chaosheng.

Long Shen drove back to the Special Administration Bureau. It was rare that he had a free day today, and there wasn’t any official business to deal with, but he still sat at his desk to read documents for a while.

His phone was buzzing, one after another. When he glanced at it, he saw it was a text from Dong Zhi.

[Master, I’m getting on the plane.]

[Due to air traffic control today, the flight was delayed, again.]

[Note that again was purposeful since every time I would depart from the capital, I have never arrived on time.]

[Master, I’m so hungry. It’s been over half an hour and the plane hasn’t even taken off yet. I regret that I didn’t eat more before I went out. Your cutest apprentice is afraid that he’ll starve to death on the plane.]

Long Shen ignored all the dribbled nonsense and finished reading his documents. The other party had stopped sending him messages, so he surmised that he was either too hungry and fainted or the plane had already taken off.

His landline phone on the desk rang, and Long Shen picked it up. After listening for a while, he put the phone down and thought to himself, “he knew it’, then sent separate texts to He Yu and the others.

Zhong Yuyi replied quickly, but He Yu and Kan Chaosheng did not text back. He didn’t know if they had seen his text or not. After waiting for a while without an answer, he got up and went downstairs to He Yu’s office.

Not surprisingly, he saw Kan Chaosheng with He Yu. They were both lying on the sofa, both with a phone in their hands, as their bodies staggered along with the fighting simulation in the game. They were so engaged that they didn’t even notice Long Shen when he opened the door and came in.

They were going to send Dong Zhi off, but when they heard that Long Shen was doing it for them, they didn’t show up at all. They just sent a text saying goodbye and hurried to play games.

Long Shen stood by the door. Seeing that the two were completely immersed and didn’t notice his arrival, he chose the most direct way to wake them up by cutting off the internet.

When He Yu saw the prompt that the game was offline, he couldn’t help but let out a cry, and when he raised his head, his expression immediately changed to a smile.

“Oh, boss, what kind of wind blew you here today? If you have any instructions, just tell me. Why bother to visit in person?”

Long Shen: “I sent you a message, but you didn’t reply.”

He Yu and Kan Chaosheng felt a little guilty when they heard his words. They were in mid-battle just now, so when they saw a message pop up, they quickly swiped it away. Now they’re cursing themselves for being so stupid and that they didn’t read the content.

Long Shen: “Next time, I’ll open an account and keep killing you until you stop playing.”

He Yu, Kan Chaosheng: ……

This threat was too cruel. The two of them followed Long Shen into the conference room with drooping heads.

He Yu originally thought that it would be a general meeting, but when he arrived, he found that there were people in Group One and Group Three. Except for Song Zhicun, who went to Japan, Wu Bingtian was also there.

There was now an unwritten rule in the Bureau that if Director Jiang, who’s not in charge of any specific affair, wasn’t there, that would mean the meeting was business as usual.

He Yu and Kan Chaosheng looked at each other, and quickly sat up straight.

When everyone gathered, Wu Bingtian cut to the chase and said straightforwardly, “For this meeting, I hope everyone will strictly abide by the principle of confidentiality. The level of confidentiality involved in this incident is top secret.”

Everyone’s expressions became serious after these words came out.

Wu Bingtian: “I believe that everyone already knows about the previous situations. First on Changbai Mountain, and then in Yinchuan, we have found two stone tablets. According to research and verification from all parties, the history of these stone tablets is likely to be traced back to the Qin and Han Dynasties, and even before the Shang and Zhou Dynasties. Although the runes on the stone tablets haven’t been cracked yet, it’s been preliminarily determined that the content should be related to the suppression of demons. In other words, these two stone tablets that have been unearthed may be part of a larger demon suppression array.”

“The current situation is that a group of foreigners may have obtained more information about the stone tablets from other channels than we have. Their goal is likely to destroy these stone tablets. The stone tablet on Changbai Mountain has been severely damaged, and even if it’s repaired, it will not be the same as before. Fortunately, Boss Long and Boss Song had led a group of people to stop the conspiracy in Yinchuan, recovered some of our losses, and managed to preserve another stone tablet.”

“Last time, Boss Long and the others found a mural in northwest Inner Mongolia with runes similar to the ones on the stone tablet. At that time, they had no idea what they were, so it had to be put on hold for the time being. Later, when they linked it with the Yinchuan incident, they learned that those murals were probably clues to the stone tablets. From Changbai Mountain to Yinchuan, it spans thousands of miles. It’s foreseeable that this talisman array will be unimaginably huge. Now, we hope to get inspiration from the discoveries from these two places, so it could lead us to find more stone tablets rather than passively waiting for the Japanese to get ahead again, leaving us to clean up their mess.”

This remark had become common now. The Bureau had held many meetings on this matter during this period of time. He Yu and Kan Chaosheng later went to Yunnan and didn’t participate, but when they heard this tune, they couldn’t help but yawn secretly.

Then they heard Long Shen said, “We tentatively divided the talisman array into eight regions. Assuming that the stone tablet on Changbai Mountain represents the northeast, and the stone tablet near the tomb of the Western Xia King refers to the northwest, then secret searches will be carried out in six places of east, west, south, north, southeast, and southwest. The southeast direction is tentatively designated as the Putuo Mountain area, and the south is tentatively assigned to the vicinity of the Mausoleum of the Nanyue King. He Yu and Kan Chaosheng are responsible for them. The north is tentatively designated as near Xiangshan and The Thirteen Tombs, which we have assigned to the Rong Sheng group. There are currently two in the southwest direction. One is tentatively designated as the Guanghan area, which is assigned to the Ding Lan group. The other is the area from Xi’an to Xianyang, which can also be extended to Weinan, and that’ll be assigned to the Zhang Heng group. The last area to the east is tentatively designated as the area of Zijin Mountain and the Qinhuai River. I will transfer Yu Buhui back and he’ll be responsible for it.”

If it was Wu Bingtian who said this, after he finished speaking, he would add another sentence like, “Do you have any opinions?” Although he may not have listened to them, it reflected on his approachable temperament.

However, since it was Long Shen, he had a completely different style. There was no fluff, and when he spoke, it was concise and straight to the point. There was no nonsense in arranging tasks and it hit all the key points that needed to be delivered.

He Yu was so frightened that he had to choke back his half yawn. Although Long Shen didn’t ask them for their opinions and simply gave the orders, he couldn’t help but say, “Boss, my leg is still lame, so why am I responsible for two places?”

Long Shen said, “Zhong Yuyi and Kan Chaosheng will assist you. When you’re there, the branch office will try its best to provide support, including the newcomers who’ve joined this year. They have been assigned to various offices, so you can put forward your needs to them.”

He Yu pointed to Chaosheng. “Can he help me? It would be nice if he didn’t make trouble!”

Kan Chaosheng stared at him fiercely but didn’t dare to make a move because Long Shen was there. Still, the small expression on his face clearly said it all, ‘Just wait and see. After this meeting is over, if I don’t bite you, Laozi can’t be called a Jiao.’

Wu Bingtian looked around at everyone present and said with a gentle smile. “Only by clarifying the division of labor and performing your respective duties can we be more efficient. If you have any questions, just ask them.”

Zhang Heng from Group One asked, “Leaders, I want to know the meaning of such a division? Can we really find the stone tablet if we go there?”

Wu Bingtian said, “Of course there is a reason for this division. Based on the previous excavation experience of the previous two stone tablets, they were found on Changbai Mountain and Helan Mountain. This is the common point that they both share, so we have reasons to believe that other stone tablets are most likely buried in famous mountains and rivers, or under a certain royal mausoleum. However, China is too big, and the people who laid this array obviously have deep intentions. When we can clarify the exact location, we can only roughly make such a judgment.”

Everyone nodded, obviously agreeing with this view.

Long Shen said, “Our speculation may be right or wrong, so you need to verify it. While looking for the stone tablet in the corresponding locations, you should pay attention to nearby cultural relics and monuments. They mainly contain clues about the stone tablet on them.”

After the bone dragon incident on Changbai Mountain, the Special Administration Bureau had already planned to find the whereabouts of the other stone tablets, but because they had too few clues, it was like finding a needle in a haystack, so ultimately it couldn’t be accomplished. This time, with the discovery of the stone tablet under Liang’s tomb, it gave them a glimmer of light in the heavy fog.

After the collapse of the alter, the Special Administration Bureau invited many capable people to go down and seal the alter again. They also added many talisman arrays, sealed the space of the alter separately, and watered the soil layer, burying it deep. In addition, they sent people there to continue guarding and patrolling the area. If there were no accidents, it’d be difficult to damage this stone tablet again.

Dong Zhi had sent several messages in succession, but they all failed. He wasn’t surprised, because he knew his messages were too flighty and his master was such a sullen person. When Long Shen was busy, he wouldn’t even recognize his own parents, so it was normal that he wouldn’t reply to his messages. It just so happened that the reminder that the plane was about to take off sounded, so he turned off his phone and fastened his seatbelt.

He was sitting at the front of the aisle, next to a middle-aged man, who was already fast asleep before the plane had taken off and was snoring from time to time.

When he looked outside the window, he saw the sky getting darker as the sun was setting, covered by dark clouds. The journey alone seemed long and lonely. No one would resist excitement. If there was any, it was because they were afraid of the desolation that would come when the excitement ended.

Dong Zhi originally thought that he was used to living alone and should adapt quickly, but the moment he walked through the security gate, he had already begun to miss his training days with the Special Administration Bureau.

Even when he was separated from the group in Liang’s Tomb, he knew there were countless companions walking in the dark, but now he had to set foot on the unknown road alone. There was also Long Shen. They had never really separated, and he had started to miss him.

Dong Zhi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, got rid of distractions, and began to simulate the whole set of the Tian Gang’s footwork and swordsmanship in his mind.

Under Long Shen’s two-week conditioning, his body had improved greatly compared to when he was first discharged from the hospital. He was no longer short of breath and there wasn’t any palpitation as before. As his Master said, even Zhong Yuyi may not be able to withstand the frequent invitation of gods, not to mention he had invited three righteous gods in a row, which was a great drain on his body and spirit. His illness hit him hard like a mountain, and it would come and go, so he could only slowly recover his vitality.

When the plane entered the stratosphere, the turbulence gradually decreased. The flight attendants dimmed the airport lights to allow passengers to rest. Some people were talking in low voices, while others chose to nap. Not far away, the flight attendants were tidying up their dining cart. This was the quietest moment in his several-hour-long journey.

Dong Zhi couldn’t help being distracted as he thought to himself how Long Shen would react when he saw what he had left behind.

As soon as this thought occurred, he heard a scream.

The woman’s voice was high, and her scream sounded like the noise of a dolphin, which made everyone’s ears tremble. It was full of horror, as if she had encountered the most terrifying thing in her life, causing the entire cabin to be alarmed.

Dong Zhi’s seat was in the high-end economy class, which was behind business class and in front of economy class. Together with the screams from the people in the business class, he had gotten up and reacted faster than others as he opened the curtain and moved forward.

The scream came from a woman with exquisite makeup on, who looked a little familiar at first glance, as if she had been in a TV series or movie.

Dong Zhi didn’t chase stars, so he didn’t think too much of it. He saw that the other party was still sitting in her seat but was shrinking back into it, and was waving her hands frantically, as if to prevent something from pouncing on her, but there was nothing but empty air in front of her.

Not only Dong Zhi, the flight attendant, the airline security personnel, and the people around her also reacted. They all looked around but didn’t dare to step froward. Her companion didn’t know why she was reacting like this and wanted to stop her, but it only made the woman even more frightened.

“Miss Han, what’s wrong with you?!”

“Qiqi, calm down!”

The airline security personnel rushed over when they heard the sound. “Miss, please calm down. If you need help, you can contact our flight attendant. You’re disturbing the peace and order of the airplane!”

The stewardess also tried to comfort her. “Miss Han, are you uncomfortable? I can try to see if there are any passengers on board who is a doctor!”

“Don’t come, don’t come. All of you, don’t come over!” The woman’s horrified eyes swept across them, as if there wasn’t a flight attendant in front of her but a hideous looking demon. Her complexion was blueish-pale, and her beautiful face was reduced to extreme fear.

From the names he heard others call her, combined with her recognizable face, Dong Zhi finally remembered who the well-known star was.

Celebrities and idols are everywhere these days. After making contact with Hui Yiguang, public figures were not particularly new to Dong Zhi. However, this Miss Han Qi was more famous than Hui Yiguang. Her status was close to that of the number one female in a big-budgeted TV series. If Hui Yiguang were to meet her, she would most likely try to curry favor with her.

Right now, Han Qi was behaving less like a public figure and more like a hysterical woman. Although she didn’t scream like she did just now, her behavior was becoming stranger and more erratic.

The flight attendant was overwhelmed, trying to appease her but was also stopping the passengers who came forward to watch the excitement.

“Miss Han, do you have any needs? If this continues and affects the flight, we can only ask the captain to land nearby or return back to the airport. In this case, the impact will be great.”

Han Qi’s lips quivered as she put her hand around her chest. Trembling, she lowered her voice. “Don’t you see it?”

See what? Everyone looked at each other blankly.

The flight attendants and the airline security personnel had begun to suspect that the big star might have mental problems.

Han Qi’s assistants and bodyguards were desperate. Everything was fine before they got on the plane, but suddenly this happened.

Dong Zhi saw that something was off. When the flight attendant came to persuade him to go back to his seat and sit down, he ignored her and took a step forward.

“Let me see her.”

“Sir, are you a doctor?” The flight attendant asked.

Dong Zhi shook his head. “Her condition is not quite like a mental illness.”

Han Qi’s bodyguards regarded him as a fan with bad intentions. Hearing what he said, they showed vigilance and stepped forward to stop him.

At this moment, Han Qi screamed again, “Where is it going?! Oh my god! It’s going to the captain’s cabin! Stop it, don’t let it go!”

The airplane they were on had no first class, with business class the highest tier. In front of business class was the cabin door, a bathroom, and a dining room. After that, there was a narrow aisle in the middle that led to the captain’s cabin.

No one knew what she was talking about. Dong Zhi followed her gaze and saw a pool of stains faintly appearing on the ground of the passage leading to the captain’s cabin, but before he could fix his eyes to see it clearly, it quickly flashed away.

Others may think that they were seeing things, but Dong Zhi was now an “insider of the industry” and could smell the unusualness at once.

Without a second thought, he took out a Sunlight Talisman and threw it in the direction of the captain’s cabin and recited a spell quickly in a low voice.

“The heavens give birth to water, the earth gives birth to fire, the heavens give birth to wood, the earth gives birth to gold. The five central palaces, subdue malignity, overcome disasters, and eliminate all traces of evil! Go!”

Before the talisman touched the hatch of the captain’s cabin, it had already caught fire in mid-air, and the fire instantly became larger and turned into a ball of flames. Everyone screamed, and before the airline security personnel could bring the fire extinguisher, the fire was already gone. It was like a picture of editing failure. Together with the talisman paper, the thing completely disappeared, not even leaving any ashes behind.

“It’s gone!” Han Qi murmured, finally calming down, but her eyes were still focused in the direction they were staring blankly.

Dong Zhi took out a brush and cinnabar, and while everyone was still unresponsive, he quickly tapped Han Qi’s forehead, causing her to close her eyes and fall softly back in her seat.

“What are you doing?!” The bodyguard was furious, thinking that he had done something to Han Qi, and swung at him.

Dong Zhi avoided sideways, stretching out his hand to stop the opponent’s strength.

“I’m not harming her. She’s just been haunted by a nightmare. She’ll be fine when she wakes up.”

Everyone looked at each other. The scene just now was still in front of them. It was too unbelievable and greatly beyond their usual understanding of the world. It was too idiotic for them to suddenly believe the words of a complete stranger.

The airline security personnel and the flight attendant glanced at each other. The former stepped forward and pressed on Dong Zhi’s shoulder, while the latter was quietly blocking Dong Zhi’s way.

“Your behavior just now almost caused a fire. You have violated aviation safety regulations. I hope you can cooperate with our investigation.”

After that, they tried to handcuff him. Dong Zhi thought it was funny as he shrank his hands away to avoid it and hurriedly said, “I’m from the Special Administration Bureau. You may not have heard of it, but your boss has. Please contact the ground. When we land, I’ll cooperate with your investigation, but the plane will not turn back. I am not a dangerous person, and my behavior just now will not cause any harm to the plane.”

The Special Administration Bureau does not disclose its identity to the outside world, so many people did not know that there was such a department. The airline security personnel were naturally suspicious. They felt that Dong Zhi was either a psychopath or a cunning criminal, but they also wanted to evade any kind of responsibility.

Dong Zhi reached into his pocket while his opponent was not slow to react. He thought he was going to draw out some dangerous weapon, so he was quick to stretch out his hand to stop him. Dong Zhi blocked the airline security personnel with one hand and took out his work permit.

“This is my ID. I can leave it with you for the time being. You can also contact the ground to check my identity.”

He stretched out his hand and took the initiative to let the airline security personnel handcuff him.

The airline security personnel was skeptical as he took the ID and went into the captain’s cabin while he asked the flight attendant to monitor Dong Zhi.

Dong Zhi didn’t expect his “courageous deed” to cause such trouble. The only advantage that he got from it was that he had upgraded his seat, free of charge, as there were many vacant seats in business class. Labeled as a “dangerous person”, he was arranged to sit here for surveillance.

The flight attendant sitting next to him felt that this young man with black hair and fair skin didn’t look like a psychopath, let alone a bad guy. More importantly, she had witnessed Han Qi’s strange behavior from start to finish.

When the big star got on the plane, she wore sunglasses and looked like she was thousands of miles away. She didn’t say much, and if she had any needs, all communication was done through her assistant. She had never spoken to any of the flight attendants in person. There were many fans of Han Qi among them, and they wanted to come forward to ask for a group photo, but after seeing her behavior, they decided against it. In private, they couldn’t help but think that the big star seemed bigger than an emperor, which made it difficult to get close.

Because of this, Han Qi’s arrogance was a stark contrast to her neurotic behavior just now. At that time, the plane had been flying steadily. The flight attendant had unbuckled her seatbelt and was about to prepare food when she suddenly saw Han Qi almost jumping out of her seat. She saw a ghost-like expression on her face and watched as she started screaming and flailing around. The problem was, there was a partition on one side and no one else was around.

Recalling Dong Zhi’s words and actions, the flight attendant couldn’t help but feel a bit strange in her heart. She couldn’t help but whisper, “What happened to her just now?”

Dong Zhi whispered back, “I couldn’t see clearly, but it seems there was something abnormal that was bothering her.”

The stewardess looked horrified. “Then, is it wiped out?”

Dong Zhi said, “I have already burned it with talisman fire just now. If it’s not something powerful, then it should be wiped out.”

What he didn’t say was that, after listening to Han Qi’s yelling just now, it was likely the aim of that thing was the captain’s cabin. If it was allowed to enter, who knew what would happen? Perhaps the entire plane would suffer an unpredictable, serious consequence. However, Dong Zhi felt that telling the flight attendant this would only make her more afraid, so he purposefully concealed it.

When the airline security personnel came out of the captain’s room, his face did not look around.

“We contacted the ground, and the Special Administration Bureau does not have someone like you.”

Dong Zhi blurted out, “Impossible!”

“What’s impossible!” The airline security personnel was angry as he was scolded for this. “The plane almost turned around because of you. You’re coming with us when we land!”

Dong Zhi was speechless. Just great. He was originally going to report for duty, but now he had become a suspicious person. Facing the eyes of the airline security personnel who looked at him like he was mentally ill, he helplessly said, “I can verify my identity when we get off the plane.”

Facing the eyes of the airline security personnel who gave him a look like he was mentally ill, he said helplessly, “I can verify my identity when I get off the plane. Have you ever seen a psychopath that can speak so coherently?”

The airline security personnel. “That’s hard to say. Last time, my colleague met one, and they talked about physics and mechanics for a long time. It turns out that he was suffering from a particularly serious condition. He had escaped from a mental hospital and was caught halfway.”

Dong Zhi: ……


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Bu Tian Gang Ch69

Author: 梦溪石 / Meng Xi Shi

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


Chapter 69

The sweet scent of osmanthus flowers filled his nose, and when he raised his head, Dong Zhi saw an osmanthus tree with low hanging branches that was in full bloom. He picked off a small branch of flowers and handed it to Long Shen.

Borrowing flowers to dedicate to Buddha*.”

*(借花献佛) Idiom referring to borrowing other people’s items to entertain guest or give them away.

Long Shen took the osmanthus branch, then looked at the osmanthus tree and saw a full moon on top of the osmanthus tree, then remembered that the Mid-Autumn Festival* was approaching.

*Also known as the Moon/Mooncake Festival, it is a festival celebrated in China, Taiwan, Vietnam, and Macau. Its popularity rivals that of Chinese New Year. It celebrates three fundamental concepts: gatherings, thanksgiving, and praying.

Dong Zhi also raised his head.

“Master, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching. Why don’t we leave in a few days? Otherwise, it’ll be so desolated to spend the holidays alone!”

Long Shen glanced at him. “Don’t push your luck.”

The reason their assignment was delayed was because Director Jiang wanted to hold a mobilization meeting. This was a special exception. If they had to wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival… Why not just leave until after New Year’s? Then there would be another Mid-Autumn Festival in that new year, and at that rate, they’d never leave.

He used to spend his Mid-Autumn Festival alone, but later spent it with He Yu and Kan Chaosheng, so he had no sense of reunion.

Hearing what he said, Dong Zhi wasn’t depressed and instead smiled. His eyes suddenly lit up as he said, “Master, wait for me here for a while. I’ll be right back.” Then he ran away.

Long Shen looked at his fast steps as he ran into a cake shop. After a while, he ran out with a box and stuffed it into his hands.

“Freshly baked meat mooncakes with crispy skin and tender meat. I’ve eaten them before, and they’re pretty good. Anyway, I can’t enjoy the moon with you this year, so this box of mooncakes will represent me and accompany you! I hope you’ll be like this box of mooncakes every year in the future, full and happy.”

With a smile on his face, Dong Zhi quietly put the trinket he was holding in his hand into his pocket. It was a small gift he got for buying a box of mooncakes, a shiny pink heart-shaped keychain. Dong Zhi wanted to give it to Long Shen, but he hesitated and decided against it.

It felt like he was hiding it quietly in his mind, packing it up so that no one would find out.

Long Shen never accepted gifts, no matter how cheap or expensive they were. It was blazing news that he accepted the yulu plant and then became a disciple. Dong Zhi obviously knew his master’s style very well. Before Long Shen had a chance to speak, he blocked his words by saying, “Apprentice filial piety to one’s master can’t be regarded as giving gifts and accepting bribes, right?”

Of course not.

Long Shen took the box, but frowned slightly, wondering if the situation needed a gift in return.

Of course, he has contact with friends from the same generation, but this doesn’t apply to He Yu and the others, because they are his subordinates. Besides, He Yu and Kan Chaosheng are two monkeys that are very good at rubbing their noses and eyes. Today they’ll give him a box of mooncakes, and tomorrow they’ll dare come and ask for a bonus.

While Dong Zhi is a subordinate, he’s also his apprentice. Taking on an apprentice for most of his life was like raising a son. In the afternoon, Song Zhicun and the others talked about their son’s achievements, filial piety, and how considerate their children were and didn’t bother them. Long Shen listened to them. He felt that it would probably be an equivalent amount of effort to take on an apprentice.

What can I give him? I can’t gift him a box of mooncakes in return, right?

Dong Zhi didn’t know what he was thinking, and asked, “Has anyone given you a Mid-Autumn Festival gift before?”

Long Shen nodded first, then shook his head. “Yes, but except for the unit’s issuance, I have confiscated everything else.”

Dong Zhi: “How did you spend the holidays before?”

Long Shen: “Working overtime.”

Dong Zhi almost choked, but he didn’t give up. “What about big festivals like National Day, Mid-Autumn Festival, and Chinese New Year’s?”

Long Shen said, “Write reports, practice, and deal with accidents.”

He seemed to find it so fulfilling that it made Dong Zhi powerless to complain.

“Then do you feel lonely and bored?”

Long Shen said lightly, “No.”

Because he was alone from the beginning, he naturally never knew what loneliness or boredom was.

“That’s fine. Going forward, you’ll at least have a lovely apprentice to accompany you during Chinese New Year’s!” Dong Zhi said, smiling. His face was getting thicker to the point where he had reached a state of transformation.

Long Shen looked at the “lovely apprentice” and decided not to tell him that he would increase the intensity of tomorrow’s practice for the time being, so he could be silly for a while longer.

Sure enough, the next day, Dong Zhi began to scream for days.

Long Shen was stricter than before, and the meeting time was also advanced from the original 5 a.m. to 4 a.m. He would suddenly be called to the rooftop in the middle of the night without warning and then be attacked without any indication. Either Long Shen would do it in person, or when he didn’t show up, he would send a eudemon, similar to the shikigamis used by the Onmyojis, to mercilessly practice killing him.

Under these circumstances, Dong Zhi had to mobilize what he had learned and try his best to cope. He originally thought that Long Shen’s trial would at least guarantee his basic safety, but after he was hit by the eudemon and his face was covered in blood and his head was almost swallowed by its mouth, he knew that Long Shen meant business.

Dong Zhi wanted to cry without tears.

He knew that what his master was doing was for his own good, so he could develop his ability to protect himself in the future and greatly improve it, so as not to lose his life, but the reality was that it was built on blood and tears.

A week passed quickly.

The day when everyone was scheduled to report to the branch offices was postponed for another week because Director Jiang wanted to hold a symposium for a few days to mobilize everyone to the grass-roots level of experience, so newcomers wouldn’t be so haughty.

Everyone had personally experienced Director Jiang’s meeting skills, so they would rather report to the branch earlier than have to listen to his drabble.

The worst thing was that Long Shen seemed to know that the meeting was just a meeting with nothing too important being discussed, so the daily practice still hadn’t stopped, and he even deliberately challenged Dong Zhi’s limits by increasing the content and difficulty. This only made Dong Zhi even more miserable; he felt like a wilting cabbage during the meetings.

Director Jiang didn’t need to write drafts for his meetings. He only listed a few outlines and then would talk for hours on end.

The contents of today’s meeting were mainly reminiscing about the history of the Special Administration Bureau, how difficult conditions for handling cases back then were, how it wasn’t easy for their predecessors, and how it’s changing with each passing day. Even the training for the newcomers uses the latest research results from China and the United States. In the past, how could they afford such a luxury?

Everyone had heard these words countless of times before, so they could almost recite them by heart. On a cool autumn afternoon, Director Jiang’s voice was like the sweetest lullaby, lulling them to sleep.

Liu Qingbo held on without yawning. When he turned his head, something amazing caught his eyes. Dong Zhi had fallen asleep. He grinned and couldn’t help but poke his waist.

Dong Zhi felt ticklish, so he moved subconsciously, opening one eye and seeing that it was Liu Qingbo. This only made him close his eyes again and change direction as he continued to go back to sleep.

Are you sure I won’t report you? Liu Qingbo laughed angrily.

Dong Zhi had put a large notebook upright on his desk to block off his face. For the time being, Director Jiang was still giving his passionate speech, so he hadn’t noticed the small movements from the class.

Liu Qingbo glanced to the side again.

Ba Sang was holding a pen in one hand and pretending to take notes, while the other hand was placed under the table and was texting on his phone.

No one knew what Xie Qingling was up to as she led her hands under the desk, pulling silk thread and manipulating her puppets.

Zhang Song laid on the table with a pen and a notebook that he was using to write and draw in. Whatever he was writing was definitely not what Director Jiang was saying.

Li Ying was holding his chin with one hand and was also secretly texting with the other. From the corner of his eyes, Liu Qingbo saw that it was an interface for takeout.

It seemed that no one was listening to the lecture, but Liu Qingbo still didn’t want Dong Zhi to sleep so peacefully, so he stretched out his hand and poked his waist again. After poking three times in a row, Dong Zhi finally moved.

He took his phone and sent a message to Liu Qingbo: [I got up at 4 a.m. today.]

Liu Qingbo quickly replied: [Stealing chickens and dogs*?]

*(偷鸡摸狗) Idiom referring to unscrupulous behavior.

Dong Zhi: [Master asked me to get up and practice.]

This is just showing off, right? Liu Qingbo gritted his teeth and replied: [I want to complain to Director Jiang that you fall asleep as soon as he starts speaking.]

Dong Zhi: [Don’t, Lao Liu. You see that other people are also distracted while you listen carefully. You can also play games. Be a good boy and let me sleep for a while.]

Liu Qingbo: [Have you learned yujian* from Boss Long?]

*Reminder: It’s the ability to use spells to control your sword.

Dong Zhi: [How is that possible? I’m just learning footwork now. Master said that I must be at least your level before I can start to think about yujian, so I don’t even want to think about it now.]

When Liu Qingbo saw these words, his heart was immediately mixed. He was happy that Long Shen had affirmed his abilities, but even so, the apprentice was not himself.

He asked Dong Zhi: [Do you know where you’re going for your internship?]

Dong Zhi: [Master refuses to say. How about you?]

Liu Qingbo told him the place.

Dong Zhi replied with an envious expression: [Congratulations, although it’s an office, it’s also in the provincial capital. I’m guessing I’m not as lucky as you. Master will definitely kick me to some third-tier city. By the way, what should I do if your Feijing Sword can’t be found?]

Liu Qingbo became angry when he saw this: [What else can you do? Help me get it back?]

Dong Zhi knew that he had made a mistake, and hurriedly replied: [I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Master also has a lot of hidden swords. Why don’t I go talk to him and see if he’ll take one out to pay you back?]

Liu Qingbo got angry: [If you have the ability, don’t compensate me with your master’s things!]

Dong Zhi made a pitiful expression: [But I don’t have anything. Even the Changshou Sword was given to me by Master. I can only repay it by working indefinitely for the rest of my life.]

Liu Qingbo was born into a swordsmanship family, so naturally, there were many hidden swords in his family. Although the Feijing Sword was precious, it was not the only sword for him.

He suddenly thought of a question: Does this have anything to do with the reason why he wasn’t accepted by Long Shen?

If the Changshou Sword was given to him, of course he would cherish it, but he’d not treat it as the only one like Dong Zhi.

He asked Dong Zhi: [Did Boss Long teach you how to use swords?]

Dong Zhi answered with no reservations: [Yes. He said that all artifacts have spirits. Before using a sword, you must first establish contact with the sword. Only when the soul fits with the sword can it be handier.]

Long Shen had told these words to everyone when he taught them on the rooftop that one day. At that time, when he heard it, he had a different feeling. Liu Qingbo suddenly understood what his problem was.

He had used many swords since he was a child, and they were all famous swords. The Feijing Sword was his most handy one recently, but it’s not the one that has been with him for the longest time. Although he regretted losing the Feijing Sword, he didn’t have any ideas about trying to get it back.

He sent another message to Dong Zhi: [What would you do if you lost the Changshou Sword in battle?]

Dong Zhi thought Liu Qingbo was still thinking about how he used the Feijing Sword to stab into the giant python’s chrysanthemum, so he apologized: [Sorry, I really didn’t think it through at that time. I didn’t know that you found the chrysanthemum one step faster than me.]

As soon as he saw the word chrysanthemum, Liu Qingbo’s face turned blue, as he absolutely didn’t want to recall that tragic experience.

He interrupted Dong Zhi’s reply, which was divided into several texts, and inserted his own words: [I’m not holding you accountable for it. I’m just asking a hypothetical question. If the Changshou Sword was thrown underwater, what would you do in that situation?]

After a while, Dong Zhi replied: [I would go back and find it.]

Liu Qingbo reluctantly refused to give up: [The river is very deep, and the current is fast. What if you can’t find it?]

Dong Zhi: [Still look for it. This sword has extraordinary significance to me.]

Liu Qingbo: [Is it more significant than the previous Qingzhu Sword?]

Dong Zhi gave a positive answer: [Yes.]

Liu Qingbo was disappointed. His swordsmanship has reached the level of perfection, and even his father said that within a few years, he will definitely be able to become a master of swordsmanship in the country. This made him complacent and arrogant, looking down on others he found beneath him.

He only regarded the sword as a weapon for his hands, and he never thought that swordsmanship was to fit the swordsman’s soul with the sword.

Long Shen didn’t hide anything. Liu Qingbo didn’t take this point he mentioned before to heart at that time. He felt that artifacts were just artifacts and could never be comparable to people.

Dong Zhi waited a long time for his reply, and when he looked up, he saw Liu Qingbo was staring at his phone in a daze. He took a page out of Liu Qingbo’s book and started poking his waist, attracting the other’s glaring eyes.

Their small actions finally caught the attention of Director Jiang.

Director Jiang narrowed his eyes. “That classmate, please stand up. Yes, the one in white clothes. What are you doing?”

He didn’t have much contact with Dong Zhi, nor did he participate in specific affairs, so except for Li Ying, who often took the lead, he couldn’t match the names and faces of the others there.

Dong Zhi stood up with an innocent expression. “Hello, Director. Liu Qingbo has a stomachache, so I want to see if he was okay.”

Liu Qingbo: …

He really wanted to strangle the person surnamed Dong.

Liu Qingbo?

Director Jiang remembered everyone’s names, so he turned his gaze to the other.

Liu Qingbo had no choice but to stand up. “I’m sorry. I felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach, and I didn’t want to affect everyone’s learning, so I just endured it.”

Director Jiang waved his hand mercifully. “If you are uncomfortable, don’t bear it. Go back and rest.”

Dong Zhi reacted quickly, “Then I will help him out.”

Liu Qingbo sharply glared at him, signaling that he didn’t need help. Dong Zhi returned it with a harmless smile: Without me, can you leave here early?

The two left the conference room under the envious gaze of everyone.

Liu Qingbo shook off his hand and said in disgust, “You can go back.”

Dong Zhi smiled and said, “I finally escaped. How could I go back and get caught by myself? I’m going to make up for my sleep. Go and have a good rest!”

Liu Qingbo: …

For the first time, he doubted Long Shen’s eyes. What did the other party fancy about this guy? Ingenious laziness?

Dong Zhi had really wronged Liu Qingbo. He now gets up earlier than a chicken and is forced to go to bed early at night, so he had no time for recreational activities. He was almost paralyzed from practicing his sword every day, so it wasn’t easy to squeeze out a little time to sleep.

After another two days, Director Jiang finally let everyone go, just because the next day was the day of departure. Everyone had already learned that the Special Administration Bureau was determined to isolate them this time, and even Li Ying and Chi Banxia, a semi-public couple, were no exception. One was sent to the south and the other to the north. They looked like the cowherd and the weaving maid* who had been torn apart by the Milky Way.

*Romantic Chinese folk tale that tells the story between a weaver and cowherd whose love was not allowed, and they can only meet once every year.

Gu Meiren went to the northwest, while Ba San was in Rongcheng. Dong Zhi was a little closer to Liu Qingbo as he was assigned to the South China Branch but was arranged in Lucheng.

Since then, it has been difficult for everyone to even see each other, let alone when and how they can reunite, like in Yinchuan, to advance and retreat together.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn’t help but feel a touch of sorrow in their hearts.

Song Zhicun was also accustomed to their appearance. Seeing this, he smiled and said, “Almost every year, we will send away newcomers like you and usher in newcomers for next year. It’s just that this group has been the largest number of people who have passed the examination in the past 20 years. Therefore, not only do the directors but those higher ups have high hopes for you.”

They had heard these words many times in the past, but this time they listened seriously, and no one was distracted.

“I hope that at the end of the probationary period next year, I will still be able to see all of you back here. I hope that no matter what difficulties you encounter, you can all move forward and not forget your original intention. Remember, you’re not ordinary practitioners. You are a member of the Special Administration Bureau. You shoulder the heavy responsibility of subduing and eliminating demons, and the responsibility of defending ordinary people.”

Everyone gave him warm applause after he finished speaking.

Song Zhicun raised his hand and pressed it down, waited for the applause to stop, and then said, “In the evening, the Special Administration Bureau will organize a farewell banquet for everyone. I hope you can all attend.”

Someone joked, “Boss Song, you’re actually inviting us to have a good meal!”

The joke was an allusion. The task of the Special Administration Bureau was to subdue and eliminate demons, but sometimes hitting mice would inevitably affect jade bottles. For example, the incident on Changbai Mountain had left behind a lot of trouble in the aftermath. The county protested that the Changbai Mountain tourist area had been destroyed, so the Special Administration Bureau had to compensate as a symbolic gesture. Thus, the Bureau’s funds were usually tight. Employees’ wages and bonuses couldn’t be deducted for such accidents, so they could only be cut from public expenditures. After Director Jiang took office, he was even more drastic and directly cut nearly half of the public expenditure funds. This was often why people complained that the bureau was stingy.

Song Zhicun laughed. “Of course I have to invite you to have a good meal. Tonight, a few of our directors will pay for it out of their own pockets. How can we make everyone happy if you have to pay for your own meal?”

Everyone cheered when they heard his words, and their sorrow suddenly dissipated. Song Zhicun did what he said, and sure enough, he booked a private room in a famous Huaiyang restaurant nearby.

That night, everyone drank to their hearts’ content. Although Dong Zhi could hold his liquor, he couldn’t keep up with Long Shen when he drank with him last time. At the banquet, he was drinking one cup after another, and soon he became impetuous, and his vision started to blur as he saw everyone around him had three-four afterimages around their figures.

Perhaps it was because they were parting soon, but Long Shen didn’t stop him this time. On the contrary, he made an exception and actually joined the banquet as well. He was good at holding his liquor and drank a lot with everyone. Even Song Zhicun and Wu Bingtian couldn’t keep up as they had to lie down while he sat on his chair looking calm.

“Master, if I knew you could drink so well, I wouldn’t have drunk with you before. I should think of other ways.”

Long Shen looked at his apprentice, who was flushed and even spoke with slurred words. He had no choice but to touch his forehead.

“You’re drunk.”

Dong Zhi smiled. Just as he was about to say something, he was dragged aside by someone.

“Surname Dong, although I don’t like you, you have saved my life. As I man I raise this cup to you!” Liu Qingbo handed over a glass, and his speech was on the brink of slurring as well.

Dong Zhi felt a buzzing sound in his ears. The alcohol was now at its peak. He didn’t hear what Liu Qingbo was saying, and his eyes were confused, and he had lost focus. He kept laughing as he took the glass and drank it all in one gulp, which caused Liu Qingbo to shout “Good!”.

Looking around, others were not in much better condition than he was.

Li Ying and Zhang Song have been arguing since the zombie simulation training. At that moment, after three glasses of alcohol, they seemed to put aside their differences for the time being. The two brothers got together to talk and laugh as they exchanged cups.

Ba Sang and Xiang Yongnian were originally arm wrestling, but later, at the instigation of everyone, they moved on to a drinking competition, which attracted the heckling of the others.

Xie Qingling and a few other girls drank less, but their faces were still flushed as they were also drunk.

Even Wu Bingtian and Song Zhicun inevitably drank too much. One fell asleep on the table, and the other proposed a toast to Liu Qingbo, and started rambling on. No one knew what he was talking about.

Seeing this, Long Shen shook his head, went to pay the bill, and then pulled up Dong Zhi and walked out. The autumn wind was getting stronger, filling the air with the scent of osmanthus flowers. Dong Zhi dressed lightly when he came to the banquet. The chill caused him to shudder, waking him up a bit.

“Master…” he shouted in a daze. His memory had stopped when Liu Qingbo was talking to him.

“Don’t drink too much, or you won’t be able to leave tomorrow afternoon,” Long Shen said.

Dong Zhi nodded and let Long Shen lead him away without resistance. Seeing that Long Shen’s pace was steady as usual, he couldn’t help muttering, “It seems like what you said is true. You can really hold your liquor as no one can outdrink you!”

Long Shen asked, “Is all the luggage packed? Are you taking the cat too?”

Dong Zhi nodded. “I have asked He Yu to take care of it for a few days. When I settle down over there, I’ll bring the cat over.”

Long Shen said, “Let me.”

Dong Zhi: “Huh?”

Long Shen: “I won’t go out for a while.”

Dong Zhi let out a sigh and scratched his head. “Then I will pack up all its litter and cat food and send it to you later.”

Long Shen: “Don’t bother so much. I’ll just come over and feed it after I get off work. He Yu’s used to living in the office. After you leave, there will be no one in that room.”

Dong Zhi felt lightheaded as he tried to discern Long Shen’s words, but his ears kept buzzing and he couldn’t hear clearly. He couldn’t help muttering a few words in his mouth, but Long Shen couldn’t hear him.

He was usually a very chatty apprentice and could always seemingly find things to talk about, but after he got drunk, he was much quieter and didn’t make trouble. Dong Zhi was led back to the dorms and was quiet the whole way. He obediently obeyed Long Shen’s orders. If he was asked to walk, he would have woken up. When he was asked to climb the stairs, he did so. Long Shen led him to his dorm, and after thinking for a while, he took out a card.

“I didn’t know what gift to get you, so take this card and use it if you need money. You should practice more when you have time.”

Dong Zhi took it, and stared blankly at him. “Is it a token of love?”

It seems he was drunk and confused. Long Shen said helplessly, “It’s your Mid-Autumn Festival gift.”

He put the card in Dong Zhi’s pocket, opened the door for Dong Zhi, and watched him fall onto the bed before closing the door and leaving.

When he laid down, Dong Zhi didn’t wake up until noon the next day. He sat on the bed blankly for a long time, and it wasn’t until Longlong jumped into the bed and meowed at him that he began to recall the events of last night, little by little.

Everyone had attended the farewell banquet, and they all drank like there was no tomorrow. Then Long Shen sent him back, and then…

He put his hand in his pocket and found a card. A brand-new bank card.

He didn’t care about changing his clothes as he hurriedly ran out and knocked on the opposite door to his room. No one answered.

In broad daylight and working hours, Long Shen would naturally be in his office, so Dong Zhi went to his office and found him there.

Long Shen frowned, seeing that he reeked of alcohol and his clothes were all crumpled. “You just got up?”

Dong Zhi felt embarrassed, scratched his head and took out the bank card. “There’s still time until my plane leaves at 4. Master, did you give me this card last night? I don’t have anything I need to spend money on, so you should take it back.”

“I’ve given it to you, so just take it.” He never intended to take back what he gave.

In exchange for a box of mooncakes, he got a bank card in return. This deal was so cost-effective. Dong Zhi put the card back in his pocket.

Long Shen resumed approving documents for a while until he looked up and saw that Dong Zhi was still standing there.

“What are you doing, standing there in a daze? Go change your clothes and get something to eat. Then I’ll take you to the airport at 1.”

Dong Zhi suddenly said, “Master, you shouldn’t always work overtime in the future. Although you are also very rich, you have accepted an apprentice now. If you have something you want, I can make money and support you.”

Long Shen raised his brows slightly. “You’re so anxious that you ran over without even combing your hair just to say this?”

“Of course not! I’ll go back and wash up now!” Dong Zhi said, as he ran away.

Men don’t usually have much luggage. For Dong Zhi, he brought with him cinnabar and yellow paper, tools for drawing, his laptop, a drawing board, a few pieces of clothing, and his daily necessities. With everything packed, the most important thing was the Changshou Sword.

He took a shower and changed his clothes. He thought he wanted to leave a good impression on his master before parting, and not that unkempt appearance when he first got up, so he sprayed on a little cologne.

When he arrived at the parking garage, Long Shen was already there, with his back to him, leaning against the car door with his arms crossed around his chest. His legs and feet were slender, and he looked like a picture of a beauty that was bowing her head while contemplating.

“Master!” Dong Zhi walked over quickly while dragging his suitcase.


Kinky Thoughts:

The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl

The story tells of the romance between Zhinü (織女; the weaver girl, symbolizing the star Vega) and Niulang (牛郎; the cowherd, symbolizing the star Altair). Their love was not allowed, and thus they were banished to opposite sides of the heavenly river (symbolizing the Milky Way). Once a year, on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, a flock of magpies would form a bridge to reunite the lovers for a single day.


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Stray Ch12

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 12: Genius and Monster

“Why does it have to be us?” The red-haired young man fiddled with the tin badge on his chest as he sat carelessly on a branch of a tree. Dozens of palm-sized light screens floated in midair in front of him, and countless images of living or dead people flickered on them. “Hey, Fenrir. I’m talking to you. Only a third-rate mercenary group like yours would be able to stand it.”

The man who had just preached the rules frowned. “Stop complaining, Thorne. It’s just once a season. Chalk it up to bad luck.”

One of the light screens suddenly went out causing Thorne to click his tongue.

“That Savage killed another surveillance bug. Speaking of, I heard an interesting rumor. It’s said that Horizon invited her last year?”

“That’s right.” Fenrir didn’t seem to want to say more.

“Come on, I’m going to be bored to death. Aren’t you old acquaintances? If you join Horizon, you can get official status directly from the king. Isn’t this the ultimate goal of the black badges? Why doesn’t she want to?”

“I don’t know,” Fenrir said coldly. “We don’t know each other well. I just happened to preside over several tests when she took them.”

“Could she be that kind of—” After confirming that the light screens returned to normal, Thorne made a bad gesture. “The kind of person who pits newcomers for fun? She’s taken more than 20 tests. It doesn’t make sense.”

“There are some people who don’t like big organizations.” Fenrir looked around vigilantly. “Shut up.”

“You’re protecting her—ack.” Thorne asked, “Do you have a crush on her?”

“No.” Fenrir drew out his scimitar and forced back the giant snake that was about to bite him. “I just know she’s not that kind of person.”

He remembered it clearly.

Ann Savage was only fourteen years old when she took the test for the first time, and she was among a group of teenagers. It wasn’t uncommon for children of this age to take the test. Most likely, they came from a town that had suffered a disaster. Young Fenrir didn’t care about her at that time. He oversaw inspector work, like Thorne now.

Back then, he thought the group of children would be the first victims.

However, the maroon-haired girl was undoubtedly a genius, with first-class combat awareness and magical abilities. It was more than enough to survive at this level. It was a pity that Ann Savage wanted more than just to survive. She led the children to form a team to resist the attack of demons, and she actually did an outstanding job. Naturally, countless calls for help rushed to her, and her team kept growing. The time for the end of the test was getting closer, and everything seemed to be going well.

Fenrir still remembered the scene at that time.

The organizers of the test weren’t fools and naturally expected this kind of cooperation. An overcrowded group had attracted the previously released Seymour Worm. Its huge body trampled over the hopeful people, leaving behind a mixture of only bones and flesh.

Only Ann Savage survived.

When she tested for the second time, she began to consciously control the number of rescues, but she misjudged the degree of the worm’s hunger. The third time, she went directly to attack the worm. The bloody lesson proved that it was really prepared by the test organizer. The real strength ceiling, the strength of the Seymour Worm, was considered to be the top among intermediate demons. Even for a group of experienced high-level mercenaries, they must work closely together with sufficient weapons to kill it.

But she had no expensive weapons, no teammates with the same heart, and so there always remained only one person standing.

The fourth time, the fifth time… Until now… Eighteen years later, she appeared here again, but…

“Her two teammates’ looks are good, very handsome*.” Thorne was still observing Savage’s group with interest. “But they don’t look like warriors at all. Can she really bear those two burdens?”

*[xiao bai lian] (小白脸) It’s a specific term used to refer to men who rely on women for financial support (AKA a gigolo) or men who are very handsome and fair-skinned. || In this context, he’s referring to both, as they looked handsome and daintily, but are also dependent on Ann for support.

“If it’s you, would you be able to protect two ordinary people in a place like this?” Fenrir glared menacingly. “I’m going to start reconsidering your application to join the group.”

Thorne quickly shut his mouth. Less than five seconds later, he forgot all about it and started broadcasting in real time again, causing Fenrir to sigh.

“It seems like a ‘hero’ has appeared again in this issue, ah!” he said in an amusing tone, not taking it seriously at all. “There are still a lot of people gathered, and they’re heading to Savage’s side. This will be a good show to watch.”

Nemo hadn’t had the chance to talk to Oliver about his thoughts. He was indeed worried about the abnormalities in himself, but it wasn’t easy to open up. They needed a suitable time and place where they could discuss things tactfully and seriously as two adults. He didn’t want his state to affect their plans, if being part of the Black Chapter was part of it.

Ann had no intention of being their companion, but it would be different if Oliver left because of this. No matter how he looked at it, he was the worse one off; a demon worshipper wasn’t welcome anywhere, and his knowledge of the outside world only came from books. What was more, Oliver’s own crime was still unexplained. He was ultimately the one who had implicated them both.

Fortunately, Oliver had just declared solemnly, “I’ll never leave you behind.” He himself didn’t want to be left behind, so he regretted his questioning words just now.

However, he didn’t expect Oliver to be so… direct. He showed a nervous smile, as he tried to draw his hand away but found that it was gripped tightly.

“Thank you.” Nemo stopped trying to struggle. “I really didn’t feel offended. It’s natural for people to have doubts in this case. I’m the one who should apologize… Uh, hand… Oliver, your hand.”

Oliver solemnly released his hands, and then stared at them as if he had achieved something major.

“I won’t leave.” He seemed to have made some determination. “At least I won’t leave until you figure out what’s wrong with you.”

“My goodness.” Ann couldn’t bear it. “Do you want me to help you get a room?”

“Is this a proposal?” The grey parrot said. “My limited knowledge of humans tells me that this is. Are you getting married?”

Nemo coughed heavily. “We’re not—”

His words were interrupted by screams not far away, followed by the sounds of chaotic footsteps that were getting closer. Ann frowned and made a gesture to be silent, then quickly pasted herself against the cold and wet stone wall.

“There’s a place to hide over there!” The voice coming from outside sounded very young. “Hurry up—Hurry up. This way. Keep up!”

“Shit,” Ann cursed unceremoniously. “Trouble is coming.”

She rushed out, holding her hunting spear. Nemo and Oliver glanced at each other and followed cautiously.

“Disband your team immediately.” As soon as they left the gap, they saw Ann pointing a hunting spear at a young man who was casting his gaze down, looking dumbfounded. “Or stay away from here.”

“I can’t!” exclaimed the young man. “They’re all injured and can’t continue the test alone. If we leave them alone, they will most likely die—”

“Then maybe a few lucky ones will survive.” Ann’s icy tone reappeared, causing Nemo to swallow hard. “You have too many people. If this continues, the Seymour worm will kill everyone.”

“You don’t know that. I have bought information. The monsters they prepare are different every time—”

“Unfortunately, I know,” she whispered. “Dissolve or leave. It’s up to you to choose which one.”

Nemo glanced at the team behind the young man and found that the young mother they had seen before was still alive. The child was still firmly tied to her chest, but she herself looked pale, with blood stains on one sleeve, and she looked a little out of it.

Ann and the young man were still talking when a scorpion-tailed wolf took the opportunity to jump out of the forest and charge at the crowd. The wounded screamed and scattered like frightened sheep and rushed towards their saviors. The young mother reacted slowly and even turned around subconsciously…

Nemo found that the previous agreement he had made with Oliver was useless, because at that moment, they both rushed out together. Advancing against the flow of people was quite difficult as Nemo was bumped into several times by the desperately wounded and was almost knocked to the ground, causing the grey parrot to hurriedly fly away from his shoulder. Oliver didn’t dare to draw his sword in such a densely packed crowd, so the two could only push forward with their physical advantage, eventually catching up, only to find that the words “catching up” weren’t accurate, as they found the scorpion-tailed wolf’s intention wasn’t to attack them but was also running for its life.

“Bastard!” Ann shouted into the crowd, desperately pushing away the people who were rushing up. At this moment, the young man had already been squeezed out and panicked. “Spread out!”

Yelling at a time like this was never useful. Ann propped her hunting spear on the ground, jumped beautifully into the air, and rushed towards the two idiots that were at the forefront.

The ground rumbled and shook, and the sound of broken tree trunks could be heard. A monster nearly ten meters high poked out of the soil. It was so huge that Nemo and Oliver could only see the front; a large round mouth was embedded in its black slimy skin, surrounded by sharp teeth.

At this moment, the scorpion-tailed wolf and the mother fled together, leaving only the two of them standing stupidly on the front line.

Oliver reacted faster and drew his sword. In the next second, huge icicles exploded from the monster’s mouth. Unfortunately, the thing was too big, and the damage Oliver did only further aggravated it. The monster shook its tail angrily and let out a low roar. Its breath was like a hurricane and the smell almost made Nemo vomit.

“Run away!” Nemo shouted unequivocally. “We can’t do this shit—”

However, things didn’t go in the direction that they had hoped. A red thread of light pierced out from the ground, surrounding them and the people that were huddled behind them, creating a cube-shaped cage out of thin air.

“Don’t touch anything!” Ann shouted sharply behind them. “There’s still time—come here!”

The Seymour Worm didn’t care what it ate for its meal. It moved towards the crowd without hesitation. Although today’s pre-meal exercise was unsatisfactory, the meal in front of it now was quite rich.

No one cared about face at this time. Nemo and Oliver turned around and ran away when someone passed by them.

The young man who was arguing with Ann had rushed out of the crowd with a broken iron sword in his hand. He rushed towards the monster clumsily and attacked, only to have the tip of his iron sword slide off the monster’s slimy skin.

“You can’t deal with it!” Ann, who had stopped not far behind, shouted.

“I know,” the young man retorted. “It was my misjudgment that hurt them—and you. The least I can do is something—”

Before he could finish, he disappeared. The monster’s skin seemed to have turned into water, and the young man fell into it, like falling into a lake. In a few seconds, there was minced meat and bone residue left. There was no miracle, no heroic scene, not even a scream. He didn’t even get five seconds.

On the other side, people were still running in all directions. Some of them slammed into those strange red filaments and were directly cut into pieces, some of them collapsed on the ground, staring blankly at the Seymour Worm that was squirming towards them. 

Behind was death and ahead was hell. Without prior warning, everything was happening so fast that nothing made sense. The usual tough and enthusiastic ordinary life was like crumbled biscuits left on a table. With a gentle brush, it disappeared completely.

Twenty-six times. If Ann had experienced such a scene more than twenty times, then witnessing a person’s death wouldn’t faze her any longer. Why does a civilized world allow this kind of thing to happen? Nemo ran frantically. His lungs were aching sharply like they had been stabbed with two hot knives as vague thoughts floated around in his mind.

Was this monster prepared in advance? Why did they do this kind of thing?

The screaming was about to pierce his eardrum.

“Sorry,” Oliver suddenly said, slowing down. “I may have to violate the agreement.”

“Oh? There are still those who want to play the hero.” Thorne enlarged the light screens where the Seymour Worm was located and commented without emotion. “It seems that they are really not Ann Savage’s pets.”

Fenrir didn’t say a word.

“Don’t look like that. It’s not like I like watching this kind of stuff. One had just obviously died, so why not learn a lesson from it…” He couldn’t continue.

The image on the light screen had turned snow-white.

The near ten-meter worm was sealed by thick frost, and the silky cage melted and disappeared. The people around didn’t stop to wonder what happened but rushed over the corpses on the ground and fled frantically for their lives. Oliver’s new sword shattered into dust without suspense as he propped his hands on the ground, panting with difficulty.

“Let’s go—!” Ann’s voice was a little hoarse. She rushed over to carry Oliver. “We need to seize this opportunity. Hurry up!”

“What are you talking about? Isn’t it already—” Nemo tried to catch his breath. “Didn’t Oliver—”

Behind him came the sound of ice cracking accompanied by an extremely angry and deafening roar.


The author has something to say:

—Everyone’s Heart—

Oliver, who finished holding Nemo’s hand: I have overcome my instinctive fear! ε-(°ω° ; )

Nemo: !?!?……???

Ann: Gay.

Parrot: Gay.


Kinky Thoughts:

Gay.

First step: holding hands. Check.


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