Escape From the Asylum Ch138

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 138

Inside the Royal City.

The fires that burned throughout the night in every household were finally extinguished, and the day was fully bright. Shops along the street gradually opened, and bustling crowds took to the streets.

The faces of the people were mostly filled with joyful smiles—they had survived, safely passing the perilous Samhain, and from this morning on, they could truly celebrate this day as a festival.

The little dragon was summoned by Zhou Qian and quietly flew out of the city. Through its eyes, Zhou Qian gathered much information—

Last night, to safely get through Samhain, the group from the Land of Silence didn’t travel overnight but stayed in a nearby town. They were now heading towards the Royal City and would arrive in about an hour.

Their procession included seven magicians and about thirty guards, all elite.

On the other hand, Gao Shan, acting as a bone spirit, went to scout both inside and outside the palace.

With his transparent soul, he could freely avoid various guards and eavesdrop on their conversations without being discovered. The only thing he had to beware of were animals in this world that could see spirits or magicians with special abilities.

After some scouting, Gao Shan found out that the kings of both countries would meet in the palace’s horse track. They both enjoy horse racing and plan to discuss state affairs while racing horses and drinking.

As for the general layout of the royal city, it had been thoroughly explored by the players before they went to the breakfast shop.

The Royal City was square, with a city gate in each of the four directions. People from the Land of Silence would enter through the east gate, follow the main road all the way to the palace, then enter the horse track directly through the west side door.

Guards were stationed at all four gates, especially at the east gate, where defenses were exceptionally strict. From the city gate, along the main road, to the west side door of the palace, not only were the guards strict, but there were also ceremonial troops specially prepared to welcome the Land of Silence.

Due to barriers set up, no ordinary citizens passed through the king of the Land of Silence necessary route from the city gate to the horse track.

In this situation, once a player walked past, they would immediately become the target of everyone’s attention.

During this time, Alayne also went out to scout.

As a citizen of the Kingdom of Words, she infiltrated and wandered around the city, bringing back a piece of news after some investigation.

“The replacements for the Day, Moon, Star, Cloud four great guard armies stationed in the Royal City are Wind, Rain, Thunder, Fire. Inside the palace, these four guard squads jointly protect it, and as for the city gates, Wind guards the east, and Rain, Thunder, Fire respectively guard the west, south, north. I inquired about the names of the four guard leaders and found something complicated…”

“These four leaders and some of their subordinates were once from Day, Moon, Star, Cloud. When I passed by the west gate, I even made eye contact with that leader. I have been reborn, so he doesn’t recognize me, but I recognized him at a glance. Back then…”

Sighing, Alayne’s eyes filled with deeper hatred. “The battle against the Red God, when I died, I fought alongside them. My squad and I all died in battle, but they survived unharmed and even became leaders here.”

Because of Amei and the golden feather, Day, Moon, Star, Cloud were expelled to become commoners. But not everyone from these four families went to Nameless Village.

After being reincarnated as Alayne, she heard the old folks mention their names and fates—they were executed.

Back then, because the golden feather was stolen, the Land of Silence waged war against the Kingdom of Words, which at that time couldn’t resist the Land of Silence. They not only had to hand over Amei but also had to punish her family sufficiently to appease the Land of Silence’s anger and avert an imminent war.

Thus, for Day, Moon, Star, Cloud, most were expelled, and a few were executed. Among those expelled to Nameless Village, no one thought there was anything unusual. They all believed that those few people had truly died.

But now Alayne realized there might be more to the story.

She thought for a moment and said, “I understand. Day, Moon, Star, Cloud each mastered a unique skill, and with these four skills working together, the king could sleep soundly. This has always been the support of the four great families. They thought that by handing over Amei, the king would definitely not harm them, but unexpectedly…”

“It seems these four betrayed their own families. They revealed the secrets of the unique skills to the king in exchange for their own prosperity. With control over the four unique skills, they reformed Wind, Rain, Thunder, Fire, which could replace the former Day, Moon, Star, Cloud in protecting the king. Then, for the former four families… the king could expel them without worry. Even…”

Clenching her fists, Alayne said, “Even further back in time, I was betrayed by them! The queen hated the four families and the king, so she became the Red God and caused chaos. But she never harmed the civilians. This I learned after dying and going to another realm, seeing the queen.”

“If the massacre of so many civilians wasn’t done by the queen, then it was most likely these people committing crimes under the guise of the Red God’s orders.”

Everyone thought the Red God was the calamity of the Royal City. Alayne, to protect the civilians, fought on the day of Samhain when the Red God appeared, exhausted her strength, and died.

But she never imagined the real culprits were her own family.

These people had long harbored the intention to betray, secretly turning their blades against their own.

When Alayne was still Beilan, she died under their betrayal. Day, Moon, Star, Cloud were expelled and became commoners because of their betrayal, and then directed all their hatred towards Amei alone, continuously framing her during her years of suffering…

At this point, Alayne suddenly felt uncertain about whom to hate.

She remembered what Amei said—the people here are too wicked, so wicked that Amei would rather stay as the Red God in the other world forever than return to the human world.

After hearing Alayne’s story, Zhou Qian quickly understood all the causes and effects.

He slightly raised his eyebrows, glanced towards the east gate, and then smiled. “I see… Then there’s even more reason to kill them.”

“So, this is another betrayal. It seems ‘betrayal’ indeed is the theme of this instance. Then, let them be our first targets.”

Having said this, Zhou Qian stood next to the breakfast table and buried his head on the desk. He put one hand on the table, drew a map with the other, and laid out specific tactics.

Finally, he spun a pen in his fingers and, with a snap, placed it on the table.

Zhou Qian turned to everyone. “Does everyone understand? Since the east side is heavily guarded, we’ll act from the west, south, and north. We’re perfectly disguised as defectors from the Land of Silence. ‘Framing’ this on the Land of Silence couldn’t be easier. Don’t forget, the solution to this problem was told to us by the people of Nameless Village—”

He Xiaowei reacted immediately, saying, “I got it! When they killed Qi Yunsi and framed us, they mentioned that the soldiers of the Land of Silence have a unique curved weapon! I’ve seen Qi Yunsi’s body. I know what that mark looks like! We can kill these betrayers and then make the wounds look similar!”

“Right. So… let’s get moving.”

Zhou Qian placed his other hand on the table with a snap, as if to boost everyone’s morale.

One after another, they left, leaving only Bai Zhou behind.

Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou stood facing each other by the window.

Outside the window was a street full of exotic charm. The morning glow’s orange light dissipated, and the sunlight began to intensify, casting a halo of hazy light and shadow around their side profiles.

Despite their days together, they had always been in the game world.

Zhou Qian had never seen the part of Bai Zhou hidden in the shadows.

But it seemed Zhou Qian never cared about that.

Now, he just looked at Bai Zhou seriously, smiling slightly. “I’m going to command you now.”

Bai Zhou smiled back and didn’t say much. He just stepped forward, took Zhou Qian’s right hand with one hand, lifted it to his lips, lightly kissed the back of his hand, then put his hand down.

“See you in a bit. Be careful.”

With those words, Bai Zhou turned and leaped towards the window, his tall and slender figure disappearing as if merging with the daylight.

Zhou Qian first looked down the long street through the window—not a trace of Bai Zhou could be seen.

Then he lifted his hand, glancing at the back of his hand a couple more times, though not spending too much time on it.

Taking a quick deep breath, Zhou Qian, with the Rib of God in hand, also took action.

He left the bed, walked down the stairs to the first floor, through the hall towards the street, “accidentally” bumping into many customers along the way.

Thus, before entering the breakfast shop, he had no money, but upon leaving, he had acquired a significant amount of currency from the Kingdom of Words.

Moments later, Zhou Qian changed into a new outfit—one that was currently fashionable in the Royal City of the Kingdom of Words—and arrived at the west gate.

His task was to kill the leader of Fire, who was in charge of this location.

The reason he took on this task was simple—when he passed by here earlier, before dawn, he noticed a few soldiers gambling with cards at the base of the city wall.

Although the cards held by the soldiers of the Kingdom of Words and their way of gambling were very different from what he was used to in modern society, the principles were the same. Zhou Qian, with a good memory and proficient in gambling, had figured out the game after watching just three rounds.

When Alayne came here to scout earlier, she coincidentally encountered the Fire leader arriving at this location to assign tasks to the soldiers stationed here.

From a distance, Alayne was able to recognize him as someone from the former four great families.

Alayne had described in detail the appearance and clothing of the Fire leader, which Zhou Qian had memorized thoroughly.

Now, after walking around the inside of the city gate, Zhou Qian found that the Fire leader wasn’t here.

The four great guard armies of Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Fire were responsible for the security of the entire Royal City, both for guarding the city gates and the palace. As the leader of one of these four branches, the Fire leader would likely patrol back and forth between the city gate and the palace to check if his subordinates were slacking off.

His absence meant he had probably gone back to the palace to inspect the defensive arrangements there after assigning tasks at the city gate in the morning.

The Fire leader would surely return.

And his absence provided Zhou Qian with an opportunity to deal with him.

Aside from the temporary absence of the Fire leader, there were also no civilians near the west gate at the moment.

Hearing that people from the Land of Silence were coming, most had crowded to the eastern side of the Royal City. The east gate area had several taller buildings, like inns and bookstores. Unable to go to the streets, they resorted to this way to join in the excitement and catch a glimpse of the king of the Land of Silence.

Zhou Qian managed to catch a passerby and talked him into playing cards with him.

Of course, the cards were also bought with the money he had “borrowed” at the breakfast shop.

The place where Zhou Qian gambled with the man was very close to the west gate.

Because it was quiet due to the absence of people around, the noise from their spot easily reached the west gate.

The civilian Zhou Qian had randomly grabbed and coaxed into gambling with him was a young man in his early twenties, with delicate features and dark green eyes.

Now, he was regretting his decisions, unable to stop exclaiming, “Why could you win ten times in a row against me?”

“That’s not right. Your cards were so small at the beginning, how could you bet you would win? Do you have x-ray vision?”

“Are you cheating?”

“No, no, let me shuffle!”

……

“Oh my god… Impossible! How did I lose again?”

“Who exactly are you? Are you a magician? If so, I’m going to have someone beat you up! Magicians aren’t allowed to gamble. That’s a rule everyone knows! Everyone will help me beat you up! Be careful!”

“You’re a foreigner, aren’t you? I’ve never seen you before! You definitely can’t beat my people!”

“Anyway, I’m right no matter what!”

The young man’s ramblings were interrupted by Zhou Qian’s action—

He simply took off his shirt.

“You…?”

“You were suspicious of me hiding cards, right? Now, I can’t cheat. Oh, and you were suspicious of me using magic? You can search me to see if I’m hiding anything. Magicians need tools to cast spells, and I definitely don’t have such things.”

The young man indeed inspected Zhou Qian from head to toe, even grabbed his hair a few times, and found that he indeed had nothing on him that could be used for magic.

Finally, seeming confident, he said, “Then, then I’m raising the stakes!”

Zhou Qian replied, “Great! I could tell you’re a rich man from your clothes!”

“If I lose again, I’ll give you all the money I have on me!”

“I was wrong before. You’re not just straightforward. You’re really bold! I love playing cards with people like you.”

During this time, the soldiers at the west gate had their eyes and ears focused in this direction.

They were all muttering among themselves—

“That guy doesn’t use magic or hide cards, yet he won so many times in a row. He must be a real pro. Is that guy with green eyes an idiot for raising the stakes?!”

“But how does the pro do it? I’m really curious…”

……

Meanwhile, they were extremely curious about whether the young man would lose all his money to Zhou Qian.

Five minutes later.

The young man lost another five rounds and sat on the ground, actually starting to cry.

Zhou Qian patted his shoulder. “Hey, don’t be so sad. Consider this my good deed for the day. Or how about I teach you?”

“You-You’ll teach me? If you do… Can I be like you…”

“Of course. I guarantee it.” Zhou Qian nodded affirmatively. “You’ll be the next gambling god of the Kingdom of Words. You’ll win a lot of money! But—”

Zhou Qian nonchalantly stood up shirtless, casually draping his shirt over his shoulder, and turned to walk into a nearby alley. “But this place is too public. It’s not convenient. My secret technique is not to be shared. Come into this alley. I’ll tell you secretly.”

At that moment, all the soldiers’ eyes showed greed.

“Should we follow?”

“Who’s going to guard the city gate if we do?”

“But if we don’t follow, we’ll miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

“How about we pick someone to follow, and he can teach us when he comes back?”

“Who do we pick? We know each other too well. We’re a bunch of gamblers—who would really teach us if they learned this skill? I don’t believe it unless you send me!”

“Fine, let’s all go together! Fire boss went to the horse track to assign tasks! He won’t be back anytime soon!”

“Actually, today’s matter doesn’t concern us. It’s all about the east gate’s task. Let’s go! Let’s go!”

“Agreed, we won’t have this chance again!”

With his back to the crowd, Zhou Qian stepped into the alley.

The backlight outlined his lean and muscular upper body as he smirked, revealing a familiar smile of pleasure on his face.


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Beyond the Galaxy Ch63

Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

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


Chapter 63

“This way!”

Joshua sidestepped the incoming laser beam and darted into a narrow alley barely wide enough for one person. He roughly shoved Alois into the alley, much like stuffing chewing gum into an ATM card slot.

“I’m stuck!”

“How is that possible? Are you a hippo?”

Joshua pushed him forward with both hands and feet. The police cars couldn’t enter such a narrow alley, and they had to escape before the slow-moving officers disembarked and aimed their guns at these sitting ducks. Joshua had no time to complain about Alois’s noise because he also found it difficult to move in the alley. Were the architects of Leyting all idiots? Why design such an impractical space between buildings? Was this some new form of performance art?

When Alois finally squeezed out of the alley, he had never been more thankful to the Lord for granting humanity air and open spaces. Joshua followed closely behind, looking somewhat disheveled, with his clothes torn by the rough walls and a few scratches on his arms.

The narrow alley connected to another dimly lit alley, slightly wider, allowing two people to walk side by side. The end of the alley led to Leyting’s bustling streets. From their position, they could see sunlight streaming in and hear the noisy traffic of the busy street.

“Which way?” Alois asked.

Joshua stared at the alley’s end. “That person over there… Do you know them well?”

“…Who?”

A luxurious blue flying car was parked at the alley’s entrance, its back window halfway down. A blue-haired girl with sunglasses poked half her body out, excitedly waving at them.

Alois rolled his eyes. “Oh Lord, why is she here?” He realized he might have used the wrong pronoun.

“You should get into the habit of watching the news every morning. The Galactic Diva’s tour includes a stop in Leyting.”

Seeing them stand still, the Galactic Diva jumped out of the car, trying to attract their attention. Her manager, Rita, frantically pulled her back. “Do you want the entire Leyting to watch you, my Diva?”

“So what? It’s not like I haven’t been watched before.” Srosie adjusted his large sunglasses, which covered half his face, and excitedly waved again. Rita worried he might strain his wrist.

“Hurry up! The police are coming!”

“Don’t shout so loudly! Do you really want to attract the police?” Rita covered his mouth. Only when the two “wanted criminals”, who for some reason had attracted the police, got into the car did she release him and instruct the driver to start. Srosie immediately leaned over like a small animal. “Hi, Alois, long time no see!”

Joshua frowned. He got into the car first, sitting between Srosie and Alois to prevent any trouble. But Srosie ignored the assassin, leaning over Joshua to greet Alois as if they were old friends.

Joshua glared at Srosie, but the diva seemed used to various looks from people (understandably, given his stage presence), not reacting at all. Or perhaps he noticed but ignored Joshua on purpose to provoke him, continuing to chat with Alois.

“Why are you in Leyting? When did you arrive?”

“Uh… a day or two ago…” Alois’s mind was still in escape mode, not ready for a reunion with an old friend, so he was slow to respond.

“I had a concert yesterday. Did you come?” Alois shook his head. “No? Why? Ah, I know, you couldn’t get tickets, right? You should’ve told me earlier. I have plenty of tickets. I could get you as many as you want!”

Alois wanted to say he didn’t know about the concert, but seeing Srosie’s expectant face, he couldn’t bear to say anything that might label him as “not a true fan of Camilla”, so he just mumbled noncommittally.

But Srosie took this as confirmation and continued chattering. “I never thought we’d meet again here. It must be fate! We have a bond!”

“Uh… yeah, probably…” Srosie’s sudden enthusiasm was overwhelming.

Joshua interrupted, “Sorry to interrupt your friendly conversation, but may I say something?”

“What?” Srosie finally noticed Joshua’s presence.

“Could you get off me? You’re heavy.”

Srosie’s expression froze as if someone had pressed a pause button on him. He silently crawled back to his seat, turned to the window, and said nothing.

The car fell into an eerie silence.

Alois elbowed Joshua, warning him to watch his mouth. The assassin imitated Srosie, staring at the sky silently as if discussing the weather.

“Ahem, I mean…” Alois tried to change the topic and ease the tension. “Srosie, why are you here?”

Srosie didn’t respond, and Joshua answered sarcastically, “Fate.”

Alois felt his temples throbbing. Stay calm! He told himself. Don’t get angry! There’s definitely a misunderstanding here! The situation is urgent. Explanations can wait!

Finally, Rita, the manager, broke the awkward silence. “A Mr. Leonard contacted us, saying you were in trouble in Leyting and asked for our help.”

“Thank you so much.”

“We weren’t going to help because Camilla’s schedule is tight, and we must leave Leyting soon for the next stop of the tour. Besides, your identities…” Rita paused meaningfully. “But Camilla insisted on finding you, so I had to give in… Please understand our difficulties.”

Alois nodded vigorously. “I understand, I understand!”

“So, are you heading to the spaceport? I just heard there was an accident, and it’s locked down.”

“If possible, we’d like to leave Leyting immediately and return to our mothership.”

“I see…” Rita pondered how to safely get these two wanted men into space, but the driver interrupted her thoughts. “Miss Rita, there’s a checkpoint ahead. It looks like an inspection.”

“Stop the car.”

The flying car stopped at the temporary checkpoint, and armed police officers approached to question them. “Please step out, show your IDs, and cooperate with our inspection.”

Rita lowered the window and gestured for the officer to come closer. “Please keep your voice down,” she said mysteriously. “The person in the car is Miss Camilla… Please don’t make a fuss!” Seeing the officer’s surprised look, Rita quickly added, “We’re heading back to the ‘Muse’ ship and don’t want to attract too much attention. Please understand.”

She lowered the back window a bit, revealing Kamilia with her giant sunglasses, showing half her face, and giving the officer a sweet smile. Rita seized the opportunity, pulling out a signed album from her bag and handing it to the officer. “Please, Camilla’s schedule is very tight.”

The driver played along, nervously saying, “Miss Rita, there are two suspicious people over there. They look like reporters!”

The officer looked up and saw two people whispering and pointing at them. Although he wasn’t a die-hard fan of Camilla, he liked the sweet-voiced singer. With a Galactic star in Leyting for a concert, he had missed it due to his duty and had complained to his colleagues. Now, he was thrilled to meet her up close and receive a signed album. He waved them through, signaling to his subordinates to question the suspicious passersby instead. “Go quickly!”

Camilla waved goodbye, raising the window. The officer noticed two men sitting with her, probably bodyguards, he thought.

Safely past the checkpoint, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

“Miss Rita, you should be in movies!” Alois admired the calm and composed manager.

“Not at all. You’re too kind,” Rita said modestly. “I have an idea. How about you two take the ‘Muse’ ship? Once we’re out of Leyting, we’ll find a way to rendezvous with your mothership.”

“Thank you very much.”


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Beyond the Galaxy Ch62

Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

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


Chapter 62

Alveira dressed in casual clothes, strapped a laser gun to one thigh and a crystal dagger to the other, then nodded at Rose. “Is everyone assembled?”

Rose pressed her ear against the door, listening nervously. “Yes, Zion brought two subordinates, and there are some people waiting downstairs at the hotel.”

“Any movements from the Duke?”

“I just heard that the guard configuration has changed. Many have moved to the floor below, but the specifics are unclear.”

“We’ll go our way,” Alveira said. “Knowing the enemy is important, but without clarity on the Duke’s movements, we can only break through head-on.”

“Yes!”

The princess and Rose stepped out of the luxurious suite, and the two bodyguards at the door immediately blocked them.

“Your Highness, you cannot leave the room at will,” one bodyguard said.

Alveira glared at the bodyguard’s black sunglasses, seeing her distorted reflection. “I’m just going for a walk. Is that not allowed?”

“I’m very sorry, but if you must go out, you need the Duke’s approval.”

“Then you can notify him.”

The bodyguard slightly lowered his head, indicating he would be gone for a moment. He pulled out his communicator, stepped a few paces away, and started making a call to the Duke, his superior, or someone else. Alveira signaled to Rose, who turned to the other bodyguard and casually asked, “Excuse me, what day is it today?”

As the bodyguard was momentarily distracted, Rose kneed him hard in the abdomen. Simultaneously, Alveira pulled the gun from her thigh and smashed the butt onto the head of the calling bodyguard. The bodyguard screamed but wasn’t knocked down. He dropped the communicator, grabbed Alveira’s wrist with one hand, and pressed her neck with the other.

“Rose!” Alveira shouted.

Rose drew her gun, pressed it against the bodyguard’s temple, and pulled the trigger.

Alveira stepped back just in time to avoid the blood splatter. “Warn me before you shoot!” she complained to Rose.

“Your Highness is not a faint-hearted lady who swoons at the sight of blood. You never hesitated when hunting foxes with Earl Darius.”

Rose picked up the bodyguard’s communicator and switched to the team channel. Orders mixed with static came through. “Attention all units, Target B has escaped. Teams 1 and 2, protect the Duke. Team three, pursue Target B. Team four, execute Plan Σ.”

“Target B?” Alveira was puzzled. “What’s Plan Σ?”

Rose shook her head. “It suggests the Duke’s actions were premeditated. We must escape quickly.”

“Agreed. Where’s Zion?”

“Follow me.” Rose discarded the communicator and led the princess to the emergency stairs. Despite wanting to use the communicator to monitor the Duke’s movements, its built-in tracking system was too risky.

The elevators were likely under full control, and the stairs to ground level were fraught with danger. Rose and Alveira headed upward instead, reaching the hotel rooftop. Zion and his two subordinates awaited them in a flying car.

Zion was a tall, dark-skinned middle-aged man from York γ. Formerly a close guard to Marquess Madonna, Darius’ mother, he later followed Darius to the royal palace. After Darius joined the military, Zion stayed with the prince. Loyal and trustworthy, the prince had specially assigned Zion to accompany Alveira, proving invaluable now.

“Your Highness, you’re finally here!” Zion knelt on one knee. “I was about to come down to find you.”

“No need for that,” Alveira said. “What’s the situation?”

“The police are mobilizing,” Zion replied, “but they don’t seem to be after us.”

Even on the rooftop, the wailing sirens were audible.

“Also, the Duke’s private army is gathering secretly. We must leave quickly.” Zion opened the car door. “Do you wish to go to the spaceport ground terminal, Your Highness?”

“No. The Duke will expect that. We must avoid it.” Alveira thought for a moment. “We need to return to the spaceport. We just need to find a spacecraft capable of interstellar travel. Do you know where we can easily find one?”

“Of course, Your Highness.” Zion helped the ladies into the car and checked their seat belts. “The governor’s mansion in Leyting should have several such crafts in its garage.”

……

Joanna, panting, jumped over a green area, toppling several trash cans to obstruct the pursuing police cars. Her flying car had run out of energy and was abandoned roadside, forcing her to proceed on foot. Though slower, she was now a smaller target, allowing her to evade several police searches.

However, it seemed escape was now impossible. The police had spotted her and were closing in, herding her into a dead end. Tall walls surrounded her on three sides, with the only exit blocked by police cars. Unless she sprouted wings or mastered wall-climbing, escape was impossible.

In Joanna Begrel’s life as a space pirate, this was her first time facing such dire straits. Even her imprisonment in Hecate wasn’t this hopeless. If not for her belief in “surviving in desperate situations”, she might have surrendered by now.

“Ah, come on, Lord. You can’t really want to throw your loyal sheep into the lion’s mouth, can you?” Joanna muttered, shaking her head and reaching for the gun at her waist.

The police disembarked. They used their car doors as shields while aiming their guns at the cornered pirate. “Drop your weapon and surrender immediately!”

Joanna’s face showed distress. Was this really happening? End up in Hecate again, enduring its disgusting food and life without freedom? She’d rather die… Leo, where are you? Are you really leaving me to die just because you’re mad at me? If I survive this, I’ll upgrade your memory, I swear…

She slowly drew her gun, raising it in the air to show no resistance, turning the barrel down.

—A flying car rose behind the walls!

Its draft blew Joanna’s red hair, and its engine roar sounded like a hymn of salvation.

The police didn’t expect this sudden change. Some aimed at the car, others fired. Laser beams scorched the car’s exterior. A more accurate shot could have downed the car, but then another flying car dove down, followed by a third!

“Damn it! She has accomplices! She has accomplices!”

“Squad 6 requesting backup! Requesting backup!”

Joanna watched the three flying cars pass overhead with no intention of rescuing her. It was just a coincidence that they passed by thrillingly.

Too coincidental. More than winning twice in Russian roulette at a casino. As if divine intervention heard her prayers and granted a miracle.

As the cars approached the alley exit, Joanna sprinted, shooting down two police officers trying to stop her, then jumped onto a police car, leaping from car to car until she reached the alley exit. Using the vehicles’ height, she made a final leap and tossed her gun.

The last car passed overhead just in time. Joanna grabbed its edge, dangling precariously as it ascended. Lasers whizzed by, some grazing her skin, others piercing limbs.

Joanna endured the pain, shouting to the people in the car. “Help!”

The car door opened, and a blonde girl with a gun leaned out. “Let go!” she ordered.

No way Joanna would let go now! She grabbed the girl’s hand. The girl screamed, almost pulled out, but another person in the car pulled them both back, preventing a double fall.

“Let go!” the girl shouted again. “Or I’ll shoot!”

“Save me!” Joanna replied.

The girl hesitated, biting her lip, finally pulling Joanna into the car with effort.

“Th-thank you.” Joanna collapsed on the girl, gasping.

The girl shut the door, gasping. “You’re injured!”

“Huh? Really?” Joanna felt the pain, knowing she was injured, but the girl’s horrified expression suggested it was severe.

The driver turned. “Your Highness, this person is unknown and was being chased by the police. She must be a criminal. We should drop her.”

The blonde girl hesitated, saying, “But she’s injured!” She turned to Joanna. “Who are you? I don’t usually leave people to die, but I won’t burden myself with a criminal. If you’re really one, I’ll have to drop you.”

Joanna looked at her weakly, thinking the girl was really pretty, but a little familiar. If she said that, she’d be seen as a creepy older woman hitting on her. “I’m the space pirate, Joanna Begrel,” she said, “being hunted by Duke Winnet. If you’re afraid, drop me.”

The girl turned to the other person, dressed as a female bodyguard. “We should drop her. These days, anyone can claim to be Joanna Begrel. The world is going downhill!”

“Who is pretending?!” Joanna roared. “I’m the real Joanna Begrel! Who are you?”

The girl replied righteously, “Alveira Chabais.”

Joanna looked at her seriously, comparing her to the Alveira seen on TV, and finally said, “I better get off myself.”

“Get back here!”


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Beyond the Galaxy Ch61

Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

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


Chapter 61

Alois and Joshua ran through the corridor. In an instant, the guards and attendants stationed there transformed into masked, black-clad assassins wielding guns, firing deadly beams at them.

However, they were facing the killer Mourner, whose very name was enough to instill fear. Joshua showed no mercy, cutting through them swiftly. They reached the ladies’ restroom with its door wide open and several black-clad individuals shooting inside.

How rude! Joshua thought. How could several grown men intrude into the ladies’ restroom? Shameless! He fired at them, killing each one, praying to the Lord as he stepped over the bodies and entered the restroom.

Inside, there was nothing but corpses. The window was open, and the high-altitude wind rushed in.

“Where’s the captain?” Alois asked from behind him.

“I think… probably outside.”

A Gondola rose to the window, and as expected, Joanna’s signature red hair was flying inside the cabin.

“Boys, get on!”

Joshua thought, ‘This really feels like when we escaped from Hecate.’ He pulled Alois, letting him jump first, and followed, shooting a few more assassins who had rushed into the restroom as he leaped out.

The Gondola’s door closed. Joanna quickly piloted the craft away from the hotel. “Damn, this Gondola is for ground use. We can’t take it to the spaceport.”

“What do we do?” Alois asked.

“Find a ship capable of space travel!” Joanna said. “Leo, get ready to pick us up.”

“Uh, that might be a problem, Captain.” Leo hesitated for a rare moment. “Armed police are surrounding the spaceport, and I’m blocked at the dock!”

Joanna cursed and said, “Leave Leyting immediately, Leo!”

“Yes, Captain!”

Ending the call with Leo, Joanna turned back, apologizing to Alois and Joshua. “Sorry for dragging you into this.”

“We expected it,” Joshua said succinctly. “What do we do now?”

The Gondola soared over a tall obelisk, startling a flock of pigeons. Their white wings scattered, revealing the police cars in pursuit.

Sirens pierced the tranquil sky of the planet.

Leo had hacked into all surveillance and communication systems at the spaceport, sifting through the ocean of data for what he needed—police flooding in from every entrance, heavy ships preparing to depart, and all exits locked. Without blasting the gates with ion cannons, they were trapped.

“Attention all personnel, attention all personnel,” Leo broadcasted ship-wide, “return to your stations. The Dream of a Cold Night is about to take off! I repeat, the Dream of a Cold Night is about to take off!”

Although there were fewer than twenty people on the ship, his words still caused a stir. “Leo, what nonsense are you talking about?” Ibb Descartes shouted towards the ceiling as he headed for the hangar. “The captain and the others aren’t back yet!”

“This is the captain’s order,” Leo replied coldly. “Launch immediately. Gunners to your stations, prepare the main cannon.”

“Are you crazy? This is the spaceport!”

“Aren’t we all subjects of the ‘Mad Queen’?!” Leo activated all engines, forcibly detaching from the docking clamps, ignoring repeated warnings from the spaceport to let the ship break free.

“Leyting Spaceport Command Tower warning the Dream of a Cold Night! Return to dock immediately for police inspection!” the tower staff warned, but the Dream of a Cold Night ignored the directive, responding instead, “Main cannon energy fully charged, ready to fire!”

“Damn it! Move aside! Can’t you see we’re fighting for our lives here?” Joanna screamed, dodging an oncoming heavy motorcycle. The driver swerved hard, crashing into a red car, triggering a series of unfortunate traffic accidents. Joanna kept praying to the Lord, hoping the innocent bystanders caught in the chase would remain unharmed, or she’d be guilt-ridden.

Leyting’s police had mobilized in full force, their vehicles swarming the sky like a buzzing swarm of bees. Alois thought he was lucky not to have a phobia of crowded objects, or he might have died of fright before being caught.

“Why are the police after us? I thought it would be the Duke’s private army or the Royal Guard,” Joshua said.

“They’re probably busy ‘protecting’ the Princess,” Alois guessed. “The Duke likely labeled us as ‘assassins of the Princess’, hoping to get rid of us without lifting a finger!”

“Damn, we’ll get caught if this continues.” The flying car turned into an alley, weaving between rows of windows. Joanna slowed down. “At the next fork, get off. I’ll distract the police. Find a place to hide and contact Leo. He’ll get you out.”

“What about you, Captain?”

“At worst, I’ll break out of Hecate again!” She laughed, drifting the car to a stop at the alley’s fork. “Get out!”

Joshua pulled Alois out, saluting Joanna. “Captain, be careful!”

“Don’t need you to remind me!” Joanna floored the gas pedal. The car shot off like an arrow, quickly vanishing in the maze of alleys.

Alois sighed in relief. “Where to?”

“First, get out of here!” Joshua looked up. A hidden camera in the alley had captured their every move. If the Duke or police had the capability, they could track their movements. They could only hope the footage hadn’t been noticed yet. But Leo surely saw it. Joshua knew all cameras were the eyes of the AI. It was watching them too.

“Main cannon energy fully charged, ready to fire!”

Leyting Spaceport Command Tower was in chaos. “Stop them! They’re mad!” “The spaceport will be destroyed!” “Alert the Royal Space Force! Stop them!”

But it was too late. The Dream of a Cold Night’s main cannon fired a particle beam wrapped in electricity at the spaceport’s gate on Leo’s command. Though made of high-strength metal, the gate couldn’t withstand a close-range shot from a ship’s main cannon. A loud roar echoed through the spaceport. After the beam’s light faded, a hole about 500 meters in diameter appeared in the gate. Due to the pressure difference, a strong wind blew into the spaceport, throwing unsecured items into space. The Dream of a Cold Night rode the current through the hole, leaving the daunting task of repairing the gate and balancing the pressure to the spaceport authorities.

“Dream of a Cold Night has successfully left Leyting Spaceport and entered space navigation.” Leo calmly announced to the crew. Simultaneously, he extended his thoughts into Leyting’s streets, searching the surveillance footage for the three idiots. Ah, Joanna was single-handedly fighting the police. Although she had the upper hand for now, she’d eventually be overwhelmed by their numbers. Alois and Joshua, thanks to Joanna, had evaded their pursuers and were running down a dark street, heading straight towards a police blockade. Damn!

Leo anxiously tried to contact their communicators to warn them to change direction but noticed a familiar blue Batwing car nearby. If this person was there, Alois and Joshua would be safe.

The AI revised and optimized its rescue plan in 0.1 seconds, then connected to the blue car’s communication device.


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Help Ch15

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 15: Night at the Temple Fair

“Hiss—so cold.”

Fang Xiu lay on the bedding, gasping continuously.

A few thin blankets were added to the cage floor, and the top of the cage was covered with straw mats to shield from the drizzling rain. Most of the meat and drinks had been eaten, leaving only bones and empty cans.

Beside Fang Xiu, Bai Shuangying’s face was expressionless as he applied herbal paste. He mashed the herbs into a paste and used his index and middle fingers to apply it to the bite marks and lacerations.

Oh, and the bruises too.

…He had only been away for a little while, and Fang Xiu got beaten up again!

Judging by the marks, it looked like someone had viciously kicked him in the stomach.

Humans are indeed fragile, Bai Shuangying thought blankly, applying a little more force with his fingers. In the blink of an eye, they could die on you.

Fang Xiu trembled and coughed dramatically. “Don’t be mad. Here’s what happened…”

Not long ago.

After laughing wickedly, Fang Xiu spent three to five minutes assessing the situation before heading into the inner room.

Upon learning that Brother Scar and Doctor had both died, Fourth Master was furious. Naturally, Fang Xiu, who delivered the bad news, didn’t fare well; Fourth Master kicked him from the living room into the courtyard, causing him to spit out blood.

Fourth Master immediately followed him outside. Standing nearly two meters tall with a pair of menacing eyes, he exuded a pressure comparable to a grizzly bear. Fortunately, he hadn’t lost his rationality. He merely fixed his cold gaze on Jia Xu.

“Explain,” he spat out a single word.

Seeing Fang Xiu unable to get up from the ground, Jia Xu had no choice but to steel himself…

“We want to work with you!” he shouted.

On the way here, Fang Xiu had mentioned this seriously.

Doctor was in terrible condition and might not make it. If both Fourth Master and Doctor were fine, they would pretend to be rookies scared out of their wits; if only Fourth Master was okay, they’d go with the “useful newbie” route.

Jia Xu recalled the script Fang Xiu had taught him. “This afternoon, we went to the cemetery. Brother Scar accidentally violated a taboo and was attacked by evil spirits… We both almost died and barely escaped.”

It was all true, just with a little omission.

Fourth Master still looked furious. He crossed his muscular arms and remained silent.

“Here are the chains and the jade Buddha fragments. We’re returning them to you.”

Jia Xu puffed out his chest, trying to appear calm. “It’s our first time participating in the ritual. We don’t know anything. If we were to oppose you, we’d just get ourselves killed, and that would be a loss for everyone.”

“We need the help of experienced people, and it wouldn’t be convenient for you to be alone. There’s no need for us to kill each other when food and drink are no longer an issue.”

After finishing, Jia Xu recounted in detail the encounter with the Old Man Fu.

Fourth Master was calmer than they had expected. As he listened, his brows furrowed more and more tightly, then gradually relaxed.

Jia Xu seized the moment. “We also figured out the second taboo. If there are three taboos this time, then only one remains…”

Finally, Fourth Master sneered, “Fine, at least you two had the sense to return.”

He whistled, and the spirit-binding chain slipped from Jia Xu’s hand like a snake, wrapping itself around Fourth Master’s arm.

“We can cooperate, but you two are still staying locked up.” He pointed at Jia Xu. “You, come in and explain in detail.”

Cold sweat ran down Jia Xu’s back.

The chain dragged people effortlessly, ignoring physical differences. Just a moment ago, he had harbored the naive hope of launching a sneak attack.

Fang Xiu was right. If Fourth Master dared to entrust the chain to his subordinates, he must have had his reasons. The thing was loyal to its master, and if Jia Xu had tried anything, he would’ve been instantly overpowered.

Taking a deep breath, Jia Xu followed Fourth Master inside.

……

“He told Fourth Master the second taboo?” Bai Shuangying paused in applying the medicine.

“Mm…” Fang Xiu stretched his back. “The other side had almost figured it out anyway, so why not use it as leverage?”

Bai Shuangying was silent for a moment. “That Fourth Master… isn’t a good person.”

His face plainly conveyed, “You got kicked ten miles by him.”

Fang Xiu chuckled. “Relax, there’s still one taboo left. Fourth Master is on his own now. He’ll definitely ‘cooperate’ with us.”

“If you know how to read people, why deliberately provoke a beating?” Bai Shuangying asked, puzzled.

Fang Xiu licked the bloodstains on his lips. “This way, Jia Xu looks more like the boss, and Fourth Master won’t be too wary of me.”

It was strange. Though Bai Shuangying was a fierce ghost, his hands were exceptionally gentle as he applied the medicine. His snow-white sleeves floated with his movements, swaying softly like mountain mist.

Bai Shuangying sat beside him. His black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall, flowing over his shoulders. A strand of hair fell in front of Fang Xiu’s eyes, and he couldn’t resist touching it. It felt just like satin.

The strands of hair were as cold as Bai Shuangying’s fingertips. As they slid over his burning wounds, the sensation was so soothing that Fang Xiu almost lost the strength to think.

“I feel like I’m King Zhou*,” Fang Xiu sighed.

*Last king of the Shang dynasty who’s often depicted as a tyrannical and decadent ruler. He’s often mentioned in folklore for his cruelty, corruption, and mismanagement, leading to the downfall of the Shang dynasty and more famously his consort, Daji.

“…I’m not a fox spirit*.”

Clarity: This is referring to Daji, King Zhou’s consort. She’s often blamed for the fall of the Shang dynasty and was the influencer in corrupting King Zhou.

For once, Bai Shuangying caught the reference, and his hands immediately applied more pressure.

Fang Xiu winced and then tried to keep a straight face. “I know, my dear consort is a seductive ghost*.”

*Clarity: Given the reference and that Bai Shuangying (supposedly) is a seductive ghost, Daji is a pretty fitting character for him, which is what Fang Xiu is making fun of.

Bai Shuangying: “……”

For the sake of having eaten well, he grudgingly suppressed his malice.

Bai Shuangying lowered his eyes and gently stroked Fang Xiu’s bare back. His thin muscles stood out, and his shoulder blades were sharply defined. Fang Xiu’s skin was already pale, but the blood-red wounds on his back made for a startling contrast.

…Too thin and fragile. He’d look much better if he gained some weight.

“So you do feel pain after all.” Bai Shuangying continued applying the medicine, his fingertips tracing each wound.

“I’m not only terribly afraid of pain, but I’m also scared of trouble, suffering, loneliness, and especially death,” Fang Xiu confessed earnestly.

Bai Shuangying was equally earnest. “It’s not even nightfall yet, stop talking in your sleep.”

Fang Xiu laughed again. He turned his head, and his black eyes, like two pieces of onyx, gleamed faintly.

“Really,” he said. “I’ve never told anyone this before. It’s a little secret between friends… Ow!”

Bai Shuangying couldn’t resist and pressed harder again.

Fang Xiu flopped like a fish. “Take it easy! Please, brother, I’ll treat you to Fourth Master’s head another day…”

In the small courtyard house.

Fourth Master didn’t know he’d been added to the menu, but if he did, he’d probably be even angrier.

He understood that the ritual was merciless, but losing two subordinates in one day was still too much. This was his fifth ritual, which meant he’d have to participate in the remaining three on his own.

Just the thought of it made Fourth Master’s scalp tingle. If he didn’t still need the newbies, he’d have killed them all to vent his anger.

Doctor was understandable. His mental state was off. His body had deformed, and it made sense for him to have committed suicide in despair.

But Brother Scar wasn’t so easy to kill.

Back in the mortal world, Brother Scar was one of his thugs, with several lives on his hands. Fourth Master knew Brother Scar’s personality well. Having survived four rituals, Brother Scar wouldn’t have been stupid enough to violate a taboo randomly.

Brother Scar’s only flaw was his arrogance. He might’ve let his guard down around the newbies.

But knowing something was wrong didn’t help. This was an obvious trap.

No matter how Brother Scar had died, the fact was, Fourth Master was now alone. No matter how strong he was, it would be hard to manage so many people, deal with the village’s evil spirits, and still investigate the third taboo.

“Fucking hell.”

Fourth Master kicked a table hard, shattering the fragile wood.

…He had no choice but to cooperate with that group.

Fine, if he could control Brother Scar and Doctor, he could control those fledglings. He just needed to keep an eye on the two guys, especially Jia Xu, who with his thick brows, square jaw, and imposing physique, looked like someone who meant business.

At the same time, Jia Xu was sighing loudly in the cage.

His sighs were so exaggerated that Fang Xiu couldn’t help but turn to look. It had been a long day. Poor “Boss” Jia Xu had had a rough time.

Jia Xu had successfully negotiated cooperation with Fourth Master.

As for his companions… Fang Xiu’s particularly mischievous smile still hadn’t been explained, but Jia Xu had preemptively covered it up by claiming, “Fang Xiu was so scared he got confused.”

It wasn’t clear why Jia Xu was so nervous, given that they weren’t enemies at this point.

After the cooperation deal, Cheng Songyun told them the original escape plan, including everyone’s abilities. Jia Xu and Fang Xiu also shared their experiences and skills, though Fang Xiu slightly tweaked his explanations.

“Polluting karma” was hard to explain, so it was better to describe it as “concealing one’s presence”.

While Bai Shuangying’s ability had some lethal potential, turning people into trees was a bit flashy and had many limitations. A punch to the face from Blondie, on the other hand, was simple and effective. Hit hard enough, and everyone became equal, one life at a time.

In terms of practicality, Mei Lan’s “water surface stealth” and Cheng Songyun’s “fierce ghost shield” were more useful, even with their limitations.

Jia Xu’s “transformation” and Blondie’s “physical enhancement” were on par with the “ghost scout” of the gloomy teenager. They were straightforward and didn’t require any cost.

That said, Bai Shuangying had never demanded any kind of price either… Could it be that Jia Xu’s Painted Skin was so afraid of Bai Shuangying because it was actually weak?

Perhaps Jia Xu’s heavy sighs were from realizing this.

Having finished applying the medicine, Fang Xiu slowly came out of hiding.

Thinking about how his ghost’s abilities hadn’t even reached the threshold for a “price” tax, he couldn’t help but pat Bai Shuangying comfortingly, to which Bai Shuangying responded with a slow-growing question mark on his face.

After exchanging information on their abilities, Blondie was particularly smug as the designated primary combatant.

He glanced at Fang Xiu. “Everyone else’s ghost and abilities match, except yours. Why would a seductive ghost have a stealth ability? Shouldn’t it have something like ‘seduction’?”

Fang Xiu was stunned. “My ghost looks like that. Does it even need to cast a seduction spell?”

Blondie: “?” Brother, your point is valid, but something feels off.

Fang Xiu: “Besides, using stealth to lure humans in makes perfect sense. After seduction, are they supposed to use an ID card to book a hotel?”

Blondie pondered for a moment but still felt something was off. “…Brother, you summoned a male seductive ghost. You’re not into guys, are you?”

He backed away while clicking his tongue.

At this unexpected question, Fang Xiu was momentarily confused but quickly became genial again. “I’ve never thought about it, but don’t worry. Whether I like men or women, I can guarantee I won’t like you.”

Blondie: “…”

He froze, unsure whether to say, “That’s a relief” or “Fuck you”.

A group of evil spirits saved him from answering.

Old Man Fu’s suona band appeared once again, this time by themselves. The sound of suonas filled the courtyard, the melody winding and twisting like a river.

“God descends from Weishan—guests arrive with bitter rain—”

“Foreign guests are rare—lingering in the village—”

“Today we welcome them with joy—tomorrow we bid them farewell in sorrow—”

“Fighting like trapped beasts—only to wound our hearts—”

A pair of big-headed child ghosts entered the courtyard, their large masks smiling brightly, painted in faded oil colors.

Each of them held four red paper invitations, matching the eight people in the courtyard—no more, no less.

“The shrine is restored, the temple fair is coming—”

“The village chief invites you at night—”

Their sharp voices echoed.

It’s here. Fang Xiu straightened his clothes. His red T-shirt was soaked with blood and medicine, looking rather disheveled.

Hearing the noise, Fourth Master, fully armed, emerged.

He wore the ghost chain on his right arm, held a peach wood sword in his right hand, and wore a pair of ancient-style armguards on his left. Five jade Buddha pendants hung around his neck, strung together with red threads, and a copper gourd dangled from his waist.

He hadn’t even spared Thin Monkey’s dagger, which hung next to the gourd.

Fang Xiu remained silent. This scene was akin to a new player running into a whale*; Fourth Master had more gear than they had people, and that was just what was visible.

*Krypton player. This is equivalent to a whale in games, a player who spends a large amount of money on in-game purchases or microtransactions. 

…Interestingly, there were no talismans from Mai Zi among his items.

Fourth Master approached the pair of spirits and reached for an invitation. They giggled and handed him one but clung tightly to the rest.

Cursing under his breath, Fourth Master turned to unlock the cage.

“Everyone, come out and get your invitation.” He ordered irritably.

Cheng Songyun shuddered. “Do we have to take it? What if something happens… ah!”

She hadn’t finished speaking when an invisible force flung her against the wooden fence.

Fourth Master withdrew his left hand and shook his armguard. “Anyone else want to talk nonsense?”

Fang Xiu raised his hand.

Fourth Master ignored him, and Fang Xiu kept his hand raised.

Fourth Master: “……”

Fourth Master: “…Speak.”

“My copper coin sword was confiscated. Can I have it back?” Fang Xiu asked softly.

“Just do your part. That trash is useless anyway,” Fourth Master replied.

“So, what exactly should we be doing?” Fang Xiu blinked.

Fourth Master glared at him. “Do you not understand human language? Get your invitation.”

At this point, he seemed to give up, scratching his head in frustration. “Fine, I’ll explain one more thing. Old Man Fu dares to use the name of a god because he’s a great evil spirit. Don’t rush to your deaths carelessly trying to send him off.”

Blondie couldn’t hold back. “But he sounds pretty reasonable.”

“Evil spirits that speak human language are either small-time ghosts that are tricksters or great evil spirits.” Fourth Master sneered. “They use language as a tool. None of them are good. If you think you can reason with them, you might as well reincarnate now.”

Fang Xiu: “……” Hearing the phrase “none of them are good” come from you is rather ironic.

He helped the groaning Cheng Songyun to her feet. “Cheng Jie, are you okay?”

Cheng Songyun nodded and forced herself to stand. “You don’t have to be so polite. My daughter is about your age. Just call me Auntie.”

“My mom told me that if someone’s younger than her but older than me, I should call them ‘jie’. Cheng Jie, you don’t look fifty yet, and I’m twenty-eight,” Fang Xiu whispered.

Cheng Songyun’s expression softened. “What about your mother?”

“She’s fifty-one,” Fang Xiu replied. “If she were still alive.”

Cheng Songyun paused, her lips tightening. “…Just call me Cheng Jie.”

“Alright.”

“Stop chatting over there!” Fourth Master snapped. “Get out here and take your invitation!”

Cheng Songyun lowered her voice. “Xiao Fang, I don’t think those invitations are anything good…”

“I know, but Old Man Fu must have information we need,” Fang Xiu whispered back.

After two days, they had combed through most of Weishan Village.

The abandoned houses were all alike, containing only some broken furniture and old odds and ends. Interestingly, aside from ancient newspapers pasted on the walls, they hadn’t found any recent newspapers, let alone diaries.

Everything was eerily “clean”, as if someone had been diligently tidying up.

Fang Xiu had found some clues at the cemetery, but still no leads on the strange statue.

…Which meant that the next step in their investigation would inevitably involve confronting the evil spirits.

Fang Xiu was about to offer some placating words, but Cheng Songyun figured it out herself. “Haa, I understand. Some things still require risk.”

Just as she finished speaking, another wave of force hit them, and this time, both Fang Xiu and Cheng Songyun were slammed into the wooden fence. Cheng Songyun was fine, but Fang Xiu coughed up blood again.

Fourth Master: “Did I not say to fucking hurry up? Are you deaf?”

Bai Shuangying, who was watching from the sidelines: “……”

This was annoying. He had already run out of herbs.

In fact, ever since the big-headed children entered, Bai Shuangying had been deep in thought.

These spirits clearly weren’t here with good intentions. If things escalated into a full-blown fight, what would he do?

Bai Shuangying had originally intended to take a laid-back approach. Helping out a little was fine, but if Fang Xiu was on the verge of death, he definitely wouldn’t risk exposing himself to save him.

If Fang Xiu died, Bai Shuangying would lose some of his cultivation, but compared to full exposure, that was a price he could afford.

But perhaps he had been cooped up for too long, and observing the ritual was actually quite entertaining. There were also living souls to devour… Maybe, as long as he didn’t reveal too much, he could put in a bit more effort?

Even if Fang Xiu died, it should be after Bai Shuangying had had enough fun.

As Fang Xiu spat out blood and wiped it from his mouth, he tugged on Bai Shuangying’s sleeve.

“Stay behind me later. That Old Man Fu is a great evil spirit, very dangerous. Fourth Master wouldn’t lie about that.”

Bai Shuangying’s eyebrows twitched. “I heard.”

What great evil spirit? If not for the restraints of the underworld, Old Man Fu wouldn’t even be enough to fill Bai Shuangying’s teeth.

Fang Xiu realized something. “Ah, you can mimic human speech too… Don’t let it bother you when Fourth Master says you’re a ‘small time ghost that is a trickster.’ It’s not true.”

Bai Shuangying’s expression faded. “……”

…More effort? He might as well keep spectating.

A few minutes later, even the lunatic had an invitation stuffed into his collar. Fourth Master used the ghost chain to tether the lunatic while allowing the others to move freely.

Although “freely” was a loose term, as the suona band herded them along, making it impossible to control their own pace. The suonas blared in their ears, and the eerie melodies pierced through their bodies, making their insides feel as though they were being pricked by needles.

Fang Xiu tried striking up a conversation with them, asking about the origin of the “God’s descent from Weishan”, but they completely ignored him. Eventually, Bai Shuangying grew annoyed and stopped him.

“Don’t bother,” Bai Shuangying said. “They’re only mimicking human speech. They don’t understand what they’re singing, and they certainly can’t comprehend what you’re saying.”

Fang Xiu’s understanding of the cultural literacy of evil spirits took a new turn.

“Being able to speak human language” and “understanding human language” were two very different things.

“You can speak human language. That’s great,” Fang Xiu remarked. “Otherwise, we’d have to communicate through possession, and I wouldn’t even be able to ask if the food I’m treating you to suits your taste. You wouldn’t get human jokes either…”

Bai Shuangying: “…Sometimes, I think it’s actually you who doesn’t speak human language very well.”

Fang Xiu: “See? You’re already making human jokes.”

Bai Shuangying fell silent.

Fang Xiu grinned, lowering his head to examine the bright red invitation. The invitation was square-shaped, with a mourning-white upside-down “Blessing” character in the center and lines of golden text neatly written along the edges.

[Do no evil, heaven’s blessings are far-reaching; Practice all virtue, and the rain that nurtures all things brings deep fellowship.]

[Peace is precious, yin and yang harmonize resolving calamities; Haste makes wastes, defying the gods and ghosts.]

The horizontal and vertical lines corresponded to one another, with the horizontal pair clearly forming the shrine’s couplets. The new vertical lines were less perfectly matched, but their persuasive intent was obvious.

As Fang Xiu stared at the vertical lines, the smile in his eyes slowly faded.

……

This was the second night since they arrived at Weishan Village, and the rain had continued for a second day.

The rain clouds made the night even darker, and Weishan Village seemed to be swallowed by a river of shadows, except for a vast area of fiery red near the shrine.

The shrine had been restored to its original state, its doors wide open, revealing a brand-new idol inside.

This time, the idol had four arms and four legs, with its limbs still twisted and chaotic, resembling a squashed spider.

It still had three heads, its faces painted ghostly white, while its lips were painted bright red. The red paint hadn’t fully dried, slowly dripping down the idol’s chin, giving it a strange, bloody appearance.

On both sides of the altar, red candles flickered chaotically, and outside the door, countless red lanterns hung in the rain that trembled violently in the rain, like beating hearts.

The scale of the “fair” this time was far greater than before, with stalls stretching as far as the eye could see, forming a maze. Across from the shrine, a lavish opera stage had been erected, its orange-red lights illuminating half the sky.

The seats in front of the stage were packed, and in the center sat the tall and thin Old Man Fu, standing out like a crane among chickens.

The group was herded toward the stage by the suona band. As they drew closer, the opera singers’ voices grew louder, drowning out the mourning music of the suonas.

“She toiled in vain, left with a heart full of sorrow.”

“He only sought self-preservation, ending up as a puddle of rotten flesh.”

“She fled in terror, only to be fried in oil.”

“He wailed in anguish, finally hanging himself with white silk.”

“The guest becomes the host, the host becomes the guest, a fabrication of lies; Ghosts resemble gods, gods resemble ghosts, all morals overturned—”

“Impossible to grasp, impossible to understand, no answers to be found; No way out, no way in, a bird trapped in a cage—”

The mournful tune pierced through the air like a cry, burrowing into their ears. When they saw the opera performers clearly, both Blondie and Mei Lan screamed in horror.

They were looking at four corpses, four corpses they recognized. Each one wore red silk opera costumes, with bright red flowers tied to their chests, slumped over in high-backed chairs.

Mai Zi’s corpse was dark and swollen, with maggots crawling out of her nose and mouth. Lao Mian had become a pile of meat wrapped in red cloth, oozing putrid liquid through the silk. The timid auntie was reduced to white bones, still bearing scorch marks.

And then there was Doctor’s body.

When they had left, it had still been hanging from a tree.

Doctor’s white coat had been replaced with a red opera robe, and his broken neck hung limply to one side. His mouth remained still, yet the sharp, bone-chilling lyrics continued to pour out.

“Impossible to grasp, impossible to understand, no answers to be found; No way out, no way in, a bird trapped in a cage—”

“Impossible to grasp, impossible to understand, no answers to be found; No way out, no way in, a bird trapped in a cage—”

“Bravo!”

Old Man Fu stood up, clapping his hands vigorously. “Marvelous singing!”

The rest of the figures stood up as well, mimicking him. “Marvelous—singing—”

Then, all of them simultaneously turned their heads and looked directly at Fang Xiu’s group.


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By the way, let me explain why Bai Shuangying doesn’t use healing magic (*/ω\*).

This story draws on traditional Chinese culture. In folklore, only certain deities (like Taiyi Zhenren*) or special ghosts (like medicinal ghosts) are skilled in healing magic. It’s not something just anyone can do, and it has nothing to do with strength.

*A Daoist deity. It is believed he was a historical figure and a renowned physician.

When it comes to healing, various panaceas and elixirs are more common.


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Escape From the Asylum Ch137

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 137

The Kingdom of Words, Royal City.

It was the moment between night and dawn when the sky wasn’t clear yet.

The moon was still high in the sky, and every household’s courtyard was adorned with jack-o-lanterns and ghost masks, while fireplaces burned with flames that never died, warding off invaders from the other world.

From afar, the city was enveloped in a myriad of flickering lights, as if a giant fireball had descended upon it, breaking into millions of sparks scattered across the land.

Due to the special Samhain festival, the city transformed into a sleepless royal capital.

Everyone anxiously awaited the arrival of daylight.

Fortunately, their wait came to an end as a hint of light appeared on the horizon, signaling the passing of the perilous season.

Zhou Qian and others, with the help of the queen, gently landed in a secluded corner of the street. They then traversed the entire city, excluding the royal palace, to get a good grasp of its layout.

The city wasn’t very large, and with a basic attribute speed boost, their journey through the city took just over an hour.

After their initial exploration, as dawn covered the city, they found an open breakfast shop at the street corner. They walk in, bathed in the morning glow, and head upstairs to a window-side table.

With the Red God temporarily gone, only Zhou Qian, Bai Zhou, He Xiaowei, Yin Jiujiu, and Yun Xiangrong, along with an NPC named Alayne, remain.

Having been through quite an ordeal without proper food, they now order plenty to eat and drink, using the NPC Alayne’s money.

He Xiaowei barely managed to swallow a few bites of dry and hard bread, then looked towards Zhou Qian, who was gazing out of the window. His chin was slightly raised, and his eyes were indifferent, seemingly having no intention of touching the shoddy food provided by the breakfast shop.

Next to him, Bai Zhou seemed to have developed culinary skills or found something in the trade shop—

He was able to cook shrimp with boiled eggs for Zhou Qian in this instance.

Bai Zhou’s actions were meticulous and cold, resembling a scientific experiment more than cooking.

As Zhou Qian waited for his shrimp and eggs, he leaned his cheek on his hand and stared towards the city gate, narrowing his eyes as if plotting something.

“What are you thinking about, Qian’er? Do you have a plan?” He Xiaowei asked.

Previously, He Xiaowei would have thought such a task impossible.

According to the queen, the king of the Land of Silence came in peace. His personal arrival in the Royal City of the Kingdom of Words signified sincerity. Yet, to protect himself, he brought numerous magicians and a strong guard contingent.

The king’s magician alone was capable of imposing deadly commands in minutes, indicating strong abilities, not to mention the other magicians accompanying him.

How could the players confront so many magicians and snatch something from their king?

It wasn’t that the players couldn’t defeat these magicians.

But spells like prohibitions and curses were the magicians’ forte; a barrage of such spells against the players would be overwhelmingly difficult to counter.

Moreover, this place was the heavily guarded Royal City of the Kingdom of Words, filled with countless guards and court magicians.

With both countries negotiating peace, the king of the Land of Silence personally visited, demonstrating both nations’ sincerity.

If he faced danger, the Kingdom of Words would naturally assist him. The players would then face the threat of both countries’ armies and magicians.

With merely five players, possibly not entirely united, to confront the forces of two entire nations…

No matter what He Xiaowei thought, this felt like an impossible task.

They might not survive until Di Fu appears.

However, by now, He Xiaowei fully trusted Zhou Qian’s intellect, so unusually, he didn’t express any fear or difficulty.

He took another bite of his bread and waited for Zhou Qian’s response.

At this moment, Bai Zhou offered Zhou Qian a spoonful of egg-wrapped shrimp. Zhou Qian smiled at him before he ate it. He Xiaowei shivered and watched as Zhou Qian turned back towards the city gate and said, “The hidden achievement wasn’t specified by the system. But our current mission is clear: we stand with the queen and Alayne against Difu.”

“Even if we put the mission aside, for Xiao Qi’s sake, we must proceed.”

“And obtaining the ‘Key of Freedom’ is one prerequisite for confronting Difu. Are we all in agreement?”

“No doubts,” He Xiaowei replied.

Zhou Qian continued, “The Red God Queen isn’t here now, but she hinted at something.”

He Xiaowei, puzzled, looked at Zhou Qian, who turned to him. “She brought us here to cooperate with Alayne in killing Difu. But why does she believe Difu will appear here?”

He Xiaowei was taken aback.

Zhou Qian explained, “There are several possibilities, and we must prepare for them. First, the kings of both countries might not really be negotiating peace. A war could break out here soon. If the meeting between the kings involves great lies and betrayal, along with bloodshed and killing, Difu, anticipating this, would certainly come to absorb energy.”

“The second possibility is that the kings are indeed negotiating peace. But for Difu to miss such a significant event to create chaos would be illogical. She might deliberately cause confusion, making each king believe the other has betrayed him.”

After a pause, Zhou Qian narrowed his eyes, and his gaze became ominously serious.

He said, “But just in case, we need another plan. It is already dawn. Today is likely our last chance to complete the mission. If neither possibility occurs and Difu doesn’t show up all day, we won’t be able to save Xiao Qi or complete our task.”

“What do you mean then…?” He Xiaowei asked, frowning with a foreboding feeling.

“If Difu doesn’t appear, we’ll have to lure her here,” Zhou Qian declared.

He Xiaowei: “You…”

“Exactly.” Zhou Qian nodded. “If the kings are truly seeking peace, we must incite betrayal between them, thereby drawing Difu out.”

“This approach serves multiple purposes, not only to draw Difu but also because we stand no chance against the powerful forces accompanying the kings. Only by pitting them against each other can we benefit*—seizing the ‘Key of Freedom’ when the power around the king of the Land of Silence is greatly diminished. If we’re lucky and he also brings the golden feather, we can directly use it to save Xiao Qi.”

*The snipe and the clam fight while the fisherman benefits. It comes from a fable describing a situation where two parties are locked in a struggle that exhausts them both, allowing a third party to swoop in and take advantage.

Hearing this, He Xiaowei fell silent for a moment, sharing Yin Jiujiu’s sentiment.

She hesitated before asking, “Is there no other way? I feel… this involves the safety of both nations’ people… If we do this, and it leads to years of war, how many will die because of us?”

Zhou Qian’s expression was stern as he remained silent. He Xiaowei couldn’t help but speak up at this moment. “I definitely want to save Xiao Qi, but Jiujiu’s words also resonate with me. I feel… uneasy about this.”

After a long silence, Yun Xiangrong spoke up. “They are NPCs, not real people.”

“Even so…” He Xiaowei sighed deeply. “Well, let’s just say I’m being sentimental. That Qian’er… anyway, the people from the Land of Silence haven’t arrived yet. Before they do, can we think of any other way?”

“Or at least, should we try to warn the citizens of this city, let them evacuate first? If the magicians and soldiers of both countries are going to fight, let them fight, but the civilians are innocent…”

“We can’t warn the civilians. We don’t have the opportunity to reset and must ensure absolute certainty of success. Doing anything extra now could expose us to the people of both countries, resulting in complete mission failure. Then we won’t be able to save Xiao Qi, and we’ll all die here.”

Zhou Qian immediately rejected He Xiaowei’s suggestion. “The king of the Kingdom of Silence likely has spies in the Royal City of the Kingdom of Words. If a spy learns of this and informs the Land of Silence, their king might not even step foot here.”

“But… then…” He Xiaowei could no longer bite into his bread, letting out a heavy sigh.

Zhou Qian looked at him and said, “Xiaowei Ge, you really don’t need to feel burdened. I haven’t finished speaking. Let me ask you. What point in time have we arrived at?”

He Xiaowei was stunned for a while, then his eyes widened. “You mean…”

“What I mean is—” Zhou Qian said solemnly, “‘What has happened cannot be changed,’ this is a constant setting throughout this instance.”

“The queen doesn’t truly have the ability to foresee the future, as can be proven from the conversation between Alayne and the queen relayed by Alayne. The queen didn’t know Alayne’s true fate or whether she could kill Difu. But the queen sent us here because she knew beforehand that Difu would appear here.”

“The only explanation for this—”

“’Difu’s appearance’ is something that has already happened, belonging to the ‘past’. ‘Whether Di Fu will be killed by Alayne’ is unknown, belonging to the ‘future’.”

“It seems that the time difference between this ‘past’ and ‘future’ is very small, possibly all occurring within today. Meaning, the time we are currently in is very close to the real ‘present’, just less than a day apart.”

He Xiaowei started to understand, and his expression gradually became less despondent.

Zhou Qian continued to explain, “In short, ‘Difu’s appearance’ belongs to the ‘past’, and her appearance itself is accompanied by lies, betrayal, chaos, hatred, and slaughter. This indicates—”

“The animosity and betrayal between the two countries also belong to the “past’, and it is something that will definitely happen.”

“How the peace talks between the two countries fail could happen in many ways. If not guided by us, there would be other triggers. But if we completely control the situation, we can ensure every detail serves our needs, not just ‘historical progress’.”

Yin Jiujiu seemed persuaded, nodding her head. “I understand. We’re only changing the specifics, not the course of history or everyone’s destined fate. If someone is destined to die, regardless of what we do, they will still die; the only difference is whether they die an hour earlier or later…”

“It’s like… like Alayne’s good friend, Qi Yunsi—during Samhain when Alayne was 8, in the original history, he died in her place during the vigil. We went back to the past, intervened in history, and neither he nor Alayne went to the vigil. But in the end… he still died!”

“Exactly. All the story set-ups before this imply this point, which is very important and can be seen as a hint from the system on how to clear the instance.”

“So, we can guide the two countries to hostility without any guilt because it has already happened.”

Zhou Qian glanced at He Xiaowei’s expression and added, “Moreover, setting aside this, Amei, Beilan… and many others we don’t know about, in every corner, have died because of Difu’s evil.”

“Today, there is only the Land of Silence and the Kingdom of Words. If we don’t eliminate Difu and allow her power to grow stronger, in the future, countless countries around the world will go to war under her influence, and then people all over the world will suffer. So, even looking at the bigger picture, we can only make the choice we are making now.”

“Between the civilians of two countries and the entire world’s populace, I can only choose the world.”

“Between NPCs of no importance and Qi Liuxing, I can only choose Qi Liuxing.”

“I understand, Qian’er… I actually get what you’re saying.” He Xiaowei scratched his head. “I just wanted to lament a bit. Sometimes wanting the best of both worlds… is really hard.”

“The world never conforms to one’s desires. That’s the normal state of life.”

Zhou Qian said, “Everyone wants to find a perfect, flawless solution that doesn’t let anyone down. But before we can save everyone, we also have to weigh our own capabilities. We’re not omnipotent gods; we can’t take care of everyone and have to make choices. We… must accept the imperfections and flaws we carry.”

At this point, Zhou Qian didn’t look at He Xiaowei but turned towards Bai Zhou, who was close by.

Bai Zhou was preparing a second shrimp and egg dish, seemingly nonchalant, but Zhou Qian knew that Bai Zhou had already prepared for many complex situations in his heart.

He was composed because he was strong.

Yet, at the same time… he also demanded too much of himself.

When Bai Zhou handed over another shrimp and egg, Zhou Qian grabbed his wrist, looked into his eyes, and spoke through the private chat tool. “Zhou Ge, the last thing I said was really meant for you to hear.”


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Escape From the Asylum Ch136

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 136

Two minutes later, everyone, including the NPC Alayne, had arrived in the cellar.

“Are we here looking for Xiao Qi and Xiao Ke? Why would they come to the cellar? Is there some secret hidden here?” He Xiaowei muttered as he jumped down into the cellar.

He was the last person to enter the cellar, which, despite being filled with many people, was eerily quiet. He Xiaowei was surprised at this silence when he saw the scene that completely froze him in place, his eyes immediately reddening.

Zhou Qian turned around, glanced at He Xiaowei, who had just entered, then looked at the others. In front of them, he closed the lid of the freezer holding the head and placed it into his backpack.

“Ke Yuxiao is still in this time-space. He might head up the mountain, trying to find a way out through the Red God’s inn. But as the inn serves as a connection point between spaces, there’s only one such prop, and now that we have it, he can’t escape.”

“What we need to do first is obtain the golden feather to heal Qi Liuxing’s body. After that, I can use the Tick Tock Clock to resurrect him.”

“Then we will settle the score with Ke Yuxiao.”

“Also, we need to be cautious about one thing. When we came over here, we specifically checked, and the Temple of the Goddess of Prayers is still next to the Tartar Inn. Probably because of the spy situation, there are now many people in ghost masks stationed there, and villagers keep entering, likely to carve curse tablets.”

“Under such circumstances, it’s less likely for Ke Yuxiao to get through. But we still need to be vigilant later on to prevent him from directly entering the temple to curse all of us.”

Hearing this, Hidden Blade frowned and said, “Ke Yuxiao… his situation is very abnormal. Xiao Qi’s talents have already been activated, making him very powerful. But after thoroughly understanding Ke Yuxiao’s skills, he doesn’t have any significant offensive capabilities.”

“Normally, even if Xiao Qi had spent a lot of mana, he shouldn’t have died so easily at Ke Yuxiao’s hands. Ke Yuxiao must have hidden his attack power and life force. But that’s almost impossible…”

“Indeed, some disguise items can completely transform one person into another, with attributes adjusted accordingly, but this adjustment is limited and cannot turn someone from a hundred thousand health to ten thousand.”

“Moreover, the attribute panels of ordinary players and Rank God players are worlds apart. It’s impossible for them to disguise as each other.”

“So, you suspect Ke Yuxiao is a Rank God player?” Zhou Qian asked.

“Yes. But even Bai Zhou and I probably don’t know why he could disguise as an ordinary player. This might be…” Hidden Blade looked at Bai Zhou. “Some new item researched by the Peach Blossom Legion, or a new skill they’ve developed for Rank God players? After all…”

Hidden Blade’s following words were left unsaid, but everyone present understood.

This matter was likely related to the Peach Blossom Legion. They put up such a big show just to have Ke Yuxiao kill Qi Liuxing, and there must be a deeper conspiracy behind it.

They certainly weren’t targeting Qi Liuxing alone, but Zhou Qian. But what could be the reason that made them believe killing Qi Liuxing would also kill Zhou Qian?

Bai Zhou’s gaze darkened. “There are some things that Shao Chuan has never told me. After we get out, I will ask him for clarity.”

Zhou Qian glanced at Bai Zhou, then said, “I’ve had my suspicions about Ke Yuxiao since our time in ‘Flower of Evil’. But during the brain interconnection, I didn’t notice any anomalies from him, as if he could completely hide his thoughts…”

“We can verify this later. Let’s go get the golden feather first.”

Hidden Blade stepped forward. “You guys, go get the feather. I’ll stay here and guard the temple to prevent Ke Yuxiao from cursing all of us.”

“Master, it’s very dangerous for you to be alone!” He Xiaowei immediately said, “We now don’t know his capabilities—”

“Indeed, we don’t know the extent of his abilities, but if he is a Rank God player, which is almost certain given his unique disguise skill, then—”

“Guarding this time-space’s temple to prevent him from cursing us must be done by a Rank God player. Difu is too powerful, and Bai Zhou is indispensable in dealing with her. So, it’s best for me to stay here.”

He Xiaowei: “Then I’ll stay and help you!”

“No need,” Hidden Blade interrupted He Xiaowei, as he conjured his curved blade, shining like a crescent moon.

Holding the blade handle, Hidden Blade smiled at He Xiaowei, “The title ‘Master’ shouldn’t be taken lightly. Since you’ve acknowledged me as your master, you should trust me.”

Hearing this, He Xiaowei still looked worried, so Zhou Qian stepped forward and patted his shoulder. “If Ke Yuxiao really can control thoughts at will and switch identities freely… his skills are indeed special. But on the other hand, it shows he specializes in these abilities rather than others like output.”

“Thus, from a one-on-one fight perspective, Ke Yuxiao definitely isn’t strong. Otherwise, he could’ve easily disguised as an ordinary player to approach me and kill me effortlessly with his Rank God player identity in the instance.”

Zhou Qian looked at He Xiaowei and further explained, “Bai Zhou’s identity was exposed in front of the Peach Blossom Legion only towards the end of ‘Wish List’. It’s not something they knew in advance, nor did they know he would secretly protect me.”

“At the start of ‘Wish List’, the people they sent to kill me were Situ Qing and Lu Mengmeng, not Ke Yuxiao. Perhaps they underestimated me, but they also didn’t dare to send Ke Yuxiao without absolute certainty.”

“Ke Yuxiao’s skills are highly valued by them, and they couldn’t afford to let him die easily, so they didn’t risk sending him to kill, even fearing he couldn’t pass such a difficult hidden instance.”

“Their step-by-step strategy has told us, aside from that special skill, whether in terms of one-on-one fighting ability or the ability to find clues and pass instances, Ke Yuxiao isn’t strong at all. So—”

Approaching Hidden Blade, Zhou Qian also solemnly patted his shoulder. “I believe you’ll be fine. But still, be careful.”

“Sure. Don’t worry,” Hidden Blade said.

Zhou Qian looked at him, then added, “Before we leave, we’ll explain to Alayne and ask her to find a way to help you. In case of an emergency, regarding Ke Yuxiao, kill if necessary. Don’t insist on capturing him alive. Preserving your life is the most important.”

“No problem,” Hidden Blade said.

Zhou Qian then said, “I’ll give you an item. I think it’ll be very useful.”

Looking down at his wrist, Hidden Blade indeed received an item: a combination of a pen and paper—

[Item: Starting with a Picture, The Process Depends on Imagination*]

*It’s an internet phrase that refers to a lot of relevant information can be fabricated with just one picture. For instance, someone posted a picture and then added their own caption to it describing the event (but it could be completely made up).

[Function: The map you draw, the story you imagine, might one day become reality… Perhaps everyone has had such a beautiful dream? This item can satisfy all your imaginations! Go on, defeat your enemies with your imagination!]

[Note: Please try to draw accurately. If it’s not recognizable, it’s not the item’s fault; those with poor drawing skills use with caution. Beware of injuring oneself]

Zhou Qian also sent a message with tips on using the item.

After reading it, Hidden Blade: “……”

Subsequently, Hidden Blade’s wrist received another notification, this time from Bai Zhou, giving him some self-defense and escape items.

Lowering his wrist, Hidden Blade looked at Bai Zhou. “Thanks.”

Bai Zhou shook his head. “Be extra careful.”

Minutes later, Zhou Qian and the others left Alayne’s house and headed down the mountain path away from the village.

He approached Alayne first, asking, “Do you know how to find Difu?”

“I don’t know. I was hoping Amei would tell me… I didn’t remember at the time, and I wanted her help to find Difu, which is why I let her take me to her inn.”

Alayne looked at Zhou Qian. “I thought you knew the way, seeing as you were leading.”

Zhou Qian said, “If you don’t know, then pretend I know.”

Alayne: “?”

Zhou Qian turned back to the other players, explaining, “If the NPC has information, it should be considered accurate. But since Alayne doesn’t have any clues, we have to deduce from the information we’ve collected.”

“We eight were separated by the statue at the entrance of the Tartar Inn into different time-spaces—three groups, each with an eight-year gap according to this pattern. Using the mini time prop we got from the Red God’s Inn, we indeed managed to go back eight years.”

“So, the three colors on these two props are temporarily set to an eight-year interval. However, Zhou Ge previously heard about Alayne’s near sacrifice by the village chief when she was ten, and we don’t know exactly from what time we returned to when Alayne was eight.”

“These two incidents don’t necessarily relate to the number ‘eight’. What we can be sure of is that the different times the time prop can adjust are not entirely based on eight-year units.”

Looking into the distance, Zhou Qian said, “Right now, just by manipulating this prop, there are two possible ways. One is to return to the Red God’s Inn and find that golden bird to see if a reaction can be triggered between the two. After all, the golden bird is quite special. Even though it’s a statue, it might actually possess a part of Difu’s power.”

“The second way… is to go back to the village entrance and see if the two time-controlling props, one large and one small, will work together.”

“Of course, if neither of these ways work, there’s a third option—” Zhou Qian looked at Alayne. “And that is for you to wake up Amei, who you’ve knocked out, and force her to lead us to Difu.”

Alayne: “…………”

“Young man, why not choose the fourth and simplest way?”

The speaker was a strange woman’s voice. Zhou Qian looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman in red coming from the depths of the woods.

He heard Alayne whisper softly, “The queen?”

This person was indeed the wife of the once King of the Kingdom of Words and the Red God, who had once shown Alayne the way in the otherworld.

Looking at Alayne, she said, “I’ve calculated… It’s about time. Samhain has brought me to the human world, and I’ve met you. As I once said to you, I will provide help when necessary. Now is the time.”

“Can you teach us how to traverse space and find Difu?” Alayne asked. “I can only feel the strength of her power, but it envelops me. She is everywhere, and I really am…”

“When Samhain arrives, each inn exists in multiple spaces. Of course, I also know the way to traverse space.” The queen raised her hand, and a red circle appeared in front of everyone’s feet. “Go to my inn. I will take you to the royal city. However, be careful. The royal city is especially crowded today, and the guards are extraordinarily vigilant. The king of the Land of Silence has arrived.”

“The Land of Silence?” Zhou Qian asked.

“Yes. The two countries have been at war for a long time. It’s time for peace talks. But he’s obviously still wary of the Kingdom of Words, bringing countless magicians to protect him…” The queen said, “Well, if you’ve made up your mind, step forward. I’ll take you there.”

Alayne didn’t hesitate and stepped directly into the red circle, disappearing in an instant. At this moment, the players finally received a clear prompt for progressing through the game—

[Congratulations to the players for surviving until now. You have triggered the regular ending mode: Alayne has left, and the Red Lotus will soon lose its effect, unable to trap Amei. Players will face Amei’s attacks.]

[You need to find a way to survive under Amei and the spirits she can summon and find a way to return to your true timeline as deserters.]

[At dawn, all dangers will end, the deserters can return to normal life, and you can leave the instance.]

[If you choose the regular ending mode, do not step into the red circle.]

[Stepping into the red circle will trigger a hidden achievement, which, upon completion, grants a rare reward.]

[The success rate for achieving the hidden achievement is 3%. Players, please choose wisely.]

This time, without Zhou Qian needing to say much, everyone stepped into the red circle, including Yin Jiujiu, whom Zhou Qian couldn’t fully trust yet.

Lastly, Zhou Qian gave Yun Xiangrong, who was standing inside the red circle, another look, but didn’t say more, simply gripping Bai Zhou’s hand next to him.

Soon after, Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou together entered a world bathed in red.

It was as if someone had paved a road with blood for them, forcing them to step on it and keep moving forward.

Then, Zhou Qian felt Bai Zhou’s palm cover his eyes.

Lifting his arm, Zhou Qian held his wrist. “I’m okay, really. I was mentally prepared when I saw the name of this instance.”

Bai Zhou simply said, “This color is harmful to your condition. Better to see less of it.”

“Okay.” Zhou Qian nodded, thought for a moment, and then said, “Zhou Ge, I’ve just realized… Hidden Blade is indeed a good person. You see, you’re a good person, and the friends you make are also good people. This is called ‘birds of a feather flock together’.”

Bai Zhou told him, “You’re also very good.”

Facing the oncoming wind, Zhou Qian smiled. “That’s something no one would believe if it got out. They’d only say you see me through rose-tinted glasses or that I’ve bewitched you.”

Bai Zhou gave him a look and shook his head. “That’s because many people don’t understand and only see the surface.”

“When did you see the ‘inside’?” Zhou Qian asked him.

“A long time ago.”

“How long is a long time?”

“Probably around the third grade in elementary school.”

“Huh? Elementary school? We were just kids then. What could you see? It’s just that you’re too good, so you think I’m good too.”

Bai Zhou laughed softly and reached out to smooth Zhou Qian’s hair.

Despite the eerie scene of both of them wearing ghost costumes and surrounded by red light, the atmosphere between them was unexpectedly warm and tender. When Bai Zhou’s hand moved away, Zhou Qian looked at him deeply and took his hand.

The smile on his lips gradually faded, and he said, “Zhou Ge, having you by my side at times like this feels especially good.”

“We will bring him back,” Bai Zhou said, his tone not much different from usual, but it carried an undeniable force to Zhou Qian’s ears.

“I know.” Zhou Qian smiled and said, “Normally, when I do this kind of thing, my confidence is 99.9%. Now with you here…”

Bai Zhou: “It seems I haven’t brought much of a bonus.”

Zhou Qian said seriously, “No. With you here, my confidence is 200%!”

“Actually, if from a mathematical perspective—”

“How can you view this from a mathematical perspective?”

“…Then what did you mean by 27.6% that one time you saw me?”

“I won’t tell you. Just guess.”

……

Elsewhere, on a hillside five hundred meters east of the graveyard.

Ke Yuxiao, dressed in a black robe, hid his figure under the cover of trees.

From his vantage point, he could clearly see the surroundings of the temple. When necessary, he would enter to attempt a curse.

After all, leaving here would mean he could clear the instance.

Whether the curse born of hatred and betrayal he casts for Difu would increase her power significantly, he didn’t care.

Just then, an unusual figure flashed in the distance, clearly not an NPC but the speed only a Rank God player could have.

With the sharp senses of a Rank God player, Ke Yuxiao quickly recognized him as Hidden Blade.

Hmm… He’s alone?


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Help Ch14

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 14: Reduction of Good Karma

“My ghost is a vengeful one,” Cheng Songyun introduced first. “It can cover people with its sleeve, protecting them from spells.”

“A magic shield? That’s awesome,” Blondie perked up.

Cheng Songyun sighed. “Including myself, it can only protect up to two people. How long it lasts depends on how long I can hold out. Once its sleeve covers me, I start hallucinating, and it’s really scary.”

She shivered as she spoke.

“Mine is a child ghost. It can pass through walls and run around. Other evil entities usually don’t bother with it. But it can’t do much, not even pick up a leaf.” The gloomy boy took over the conversation. “At best, it can be a scout.”

Mei Lan: “Water ghost. It can hide me in water, even a cup of tea, but for that day, I have to offer an evil spirit as compensation… If not, it will take my lifespan.”

Blondie cursed. “The one surnamed Jia uses a painted skin to disguise a ghost, and surnamed Fang straight-up brought a seductive ghost. Damn it, after all this, I’m the only one who can fight.” 

“But at least Cheng Jie’s* decent. A shield is somewhat useful,” he glanced at Cheng Songyun.

*(Older) Sister () Used as an address for women who are older or more senior than you as a show of closeness, fondness, or affection.

Cheng Songyun forced a smile.

After thinking for a while, she said, “How about this? Let the child ghost keep watch, and once they let their guard down, Mei Lan can go out and destroy a few talismans. Without the talismans, the cage shouldn’t be able to hold this guy… Um…” 

She looked at Blondie.

“Du Zhichao,” Blondie said. “Just one talisman from the fence is enough. I’ll kick the door open for you.”

“I’m the one to go out and destroy the talismans? How do I get out?” Mei Lan looked confused.

Cheng Songyun: “I’ll let some blood and have it flow out of the cage. You can follow the blood out. If you can hide in tea, blood should work too, right?” 

As for compensation, that was manageable. With so many evil spirits outside, once they got out, they could work together to catch one for Mei Lan.

“…My ghost says it can do that, as long as the surface is connected,” Mei Lan said after a moment, her face looking brighter.

“Good, good.” Cheng Songyun sighed in relief. “Let’s wait a little longer. If Xia Fang and the others don’t return by tomorrow, we’ll run.”

Having a plan calmed the four of them somewhat. Mei Lan carefully checked the talismans on the wooden fence, while the gloomy boy relaxed and closed his eyes to nap. Only Blondie, with a grim face, kept glaring at Doctor in the courtyard.

After Fourth Master returned, he went straight into the inner room. Doctor, however, remained awake the whole time, as if he didn’t need to sleep. He sat by the extinguished campfire, constantly twitching his white coat, occasionally muttering to the air, more like a lunatic than the actual lunatic in the neighboring cage.

At noon, Doctor wobbled over and threw a chunk of bloody meat into the cage.

“Eat it,” he said in a raspy voice. “If you don’t eat something with moisture, you won’t last a few days.”

No one touched the meat.

Doctor, seemingly on the verge of a breakdown, babbled incoherently, “Fresh… How can you not… Haa.”

“Idiot, get lost.” Blondie bared his teeth.

Cheng Songyun quickly stepped forward, saying softly, “Brother, we don’t want to eat people… Sister knows you’re in pain. Why not talk to me? It’s not too late. Maybe we can work together.”

Doctor looked at Cheng Songyun, as if awakening from a nightmare for a brief second. He stared at her for a long time, silently mouthing words that seemed to say “mom”.

But in the end, Doctor stiffly shook his head.

“It’s too late, too late!” He clawed at the wooden fence so hard his nails lifted off. “Too late, there’s no time…”

Then, he slowly turned around, staggering back to the campfire.

Cheng Songyun didn’t back away. She remained by the cage, watching intently. She noticed fresh bloodstains on Doctor’s white coat, vibrant red, as if they were seeping through from inside his clothes.

Back in his spot, Doctor covered his neck, staring blankly at the ground. He was completely still, save for the tears streaming down his face. His eyes were so red it looked like they were about to bleed.

Blondie couldn’t help but spit. “This guy is really fucking sick. It’s not his first time performing a sacrifice, yet he’s still freaking out.”

“Something’s wrong,” Cheng Songyun whispered. “Doctor’s acting way too strange.”

Blondie dismissed her and sat down, squinting to rest. Mei Lan, tired from the long wait, yawned and rubbed her eyes.

Cheng Songyun, however, remained by the cage, fully focused.

Two hours passed, and Doctor finally moved again.

He walked to the tree next to the cage and slowly took off his white coat. 

Rip! The fragile fabric was torn into a rope, which he tied around the short tree trunk.

The noise was loud, and it was close by, waking both Blondie and Mei Lan.

Cheng Songyun was about to say something when she suddenly closed her mouth—

From this angle, she could see clearly: a human face, the size of a fist, had appeared on Doctor’s exposed neck. Its tiny mouth opened and closed as if breathing. In just a few seconds, it bulged outward, nearly fully formed.

Doctor’s shirt was soaked with blood, bulging at several spots, shaped like severed limbs. A thin, malformed arm wriggled free from a seam in the shirt, its fingers moving slightly.

“Spare me, spare me…” 

Doctor looped the makeshift rope around his neck, sobbing as he thrust his head into the noose. 

As he whimpered, a twisted leg pushed out from his back, kicking furiously.

“Have mercy…”

He fell to his knees and suddenly leaned forward, hanging himself in a kneeling position.

Even in death, his eyes remained wide open, filled with terror.

Doctor was dead. The grotesque limbs on his body ceased growing, like dying buds. His body gradually stiffened, but his expression slowly changed. 

The bulging eyes gently closed, stopping halfway. His mouth twitched, twisting into a serene, peaceful smile.

Just like Mai Zi’s corpse.

Though the enemy had killed themselves, given how strange Doctor’s death was, no one felt relieved.

Mei Lan covered her mouth tightly, barely holding back a scream. Blondie was at a loss for words, backing up to the far side of the cage, his Blondie standing on end.

“W-What do we do now?” Blondie coughed. “The guard’s dead. Should we run?”

Cheng Songyun was trembling, but her voice was steady. “Let’s wait a bit longer. If Xiao Fang and Xiao Jia come back to this… scene…”

The Jade Buddha Gang might think their escape attempt was responsible for Doctor’s death and take their anger out on the two young men.

“Auntie, this is a golden opportunity!” Blondie’s voice tightened. “Let them figure it out on their own. If we wait any longer, no one will get out!” 

After saying that, he turned to Mei Lan, desperate. “I’ll do the bloodletting. Let’s go now.”

After all, Cheng Songyun and the gloomy boy weren’t necessary. Doctor’s creepy corpse was right next to the cage, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

Cheng Songyun stepped between him and Mei Lan. “Talk properly! Don’t use force—”

Blondie glared, raising a hand to push her aside. Just then, there was a commotion at the gate.

Jia Xu came in, supporting a heavily injured Fang Xiu, leaving bloody footprints with every step. Jia Xu had a basket full of familiar offerings on his back, and the chain hung loosely over Fang Xiu’s shoulder, its end empty.

The scarred man hadn’t returned with them.

As they entered, Fang Xiu’s gaze swept across the courtyard, finally landing on Doctor’s hanging body. 

For a moment, he visibly froze, then…

“Pfft.” He actually laughed.

The four in the cage: “?” 

Jia Xu, who had just started trembling: “?”

“My bad.” Fang Xiu coughed, turning to Jia Xu. “It’s fine, keep shaking.”

Seeing that Fourth Master wasn’t in the courtyard, Fang Xiu relaxed a little. Then, he noticed a strange sight…

Doctor had hanged himself with a skinny rope, and now two corpses—one kneeling, the other standing—looked like a cheerleading duo.

It was all Bai Shuangying’s fault. He’d laughed away ten years of good karma!

……

Meanwhile, Bai Shuangying wasn’t in the courtyard. 

Fang Xiu had spent half a day wandering the graveyard, stalling until dusk before heading back. He had planned to bring Bai Shuangying along, but Bai Shuangying refused.

He had other matters to attend to.

First, he enjoyed a fresh soul, then gnawed on a group of evil spirits. It had been a long time since he’d eaten so well. Though it barely scratched the surface of his long-standing hunger, he still felt incredibly satisfied.

…How wonderful. When was the last time he’d felt this good? 

…When was the last time he breathed the outside air?

Bai Shuangying lightly leapt onto a tombstone, gazing into the distance at the shadowy mountains through the rain. The rain had eased a little, and he could now make out the silhouette of Weishan. The mountain had an awkward shape, standing alone and leaning toward the village as if it would collapse at any moment.

Ugly, Bai Shuangying thought to himself.

He adjusted his sleeves in the rain, countless chains swaying lightly in the air. This place was vast, and unseen shadows stretched out in all directions, disappearing beyond the horizon.

In the next moment, something “twisted” entwined itself around the chains. It spread like a toxin through veins, flowing along the chains until it disappeared into the void.

Bai Shuangying hadn’t told Fang Xiu, but if he wanted to taint causality in such a complex way without being detected by the underworld, it wasn’t impossible…

In fact, he could slowly corrupt things, doing it bit by bit. But by the time he’d finished corrupting just one enemy, the ritual would likely be over. It was such a clumsy and time-wasting method that it wasn’t even worth mentioning.

After all, this approach only worked for himself.

After completing this round of corruption, Bai Shuangying leapt off the tombstone.

Satisfied, he stretched, deftly rolling up his sleeves and beginning to gather the wild herbs growing near the graves; herbs known to stop bleeding and reduce swelling. While accompanying Fang Xiu through the graveyard, Bai Shuangying had made a note of their location.

He’d checked earlier and confirmed that Fang Xiu’s injuries weren’t deep. It certainly wasn’t enough to damage muscles or bones, but he still found those wounds unsightly.

Things that annoyed him should simply be dealt with.

As he thought of those blood-soaked wounds, Bai Shuangying instinctively touched the small blood-red mole. The little mole was still firmly in place, the contract they had established remained intact.

There was still some time left before nightfall. He figured Fang Xiu wouldn’t get himself killed in just a short while.

…Probably, right?


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Fang Xiu: Definitely not. 

Fang Xiu: But I did lose my good karma.

Bai Shuangying: ? You had good karma to begin with? (surprise)


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Beyond the Galaxy Ch60

Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

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


Chapter 60

“Good day, Lady Joanna.”

In the dim room with curtains drawn, Duke Winnet sat upright on a high-backed chair with his hands clasped together on his lap. Upon seeing Joanna, he observed the etiquette befitting an imperial nobleman, took her hand, and kissed it. Joanna accepted this silently with a slight smile.

Alois watched coldly as the Duke feigned cordiality with Joanna. He hadn’t changed much in the past two years, with his brown hair neatly plastered to his head and his shrewd tea-colored eyes glaring at the three like a raptor. Those eyes were very similar to Darius’s. Thinking about it, they were actually distant relatives, with the Duke’s grandfather Frank IV being the father of Darius’s grandmother.

“It’s an honor for a commoner like me to serve you, Your Grace.” Without waiting for the Duke’s permission, Joanna found herself a soft, comfortable-looking sofa and sat down as if she were the master of the room.

The Duke spread his hands. “Alright, time is pressing. Let’s skip the pleasantries and get straight to the point.” He looked at Alois, who was holding the box. “I admire the courage it took for you and your men to bring this precious cargo over such a great distance. You all deserve a generous reward.” Like an orator, he paused deliberately to pique their curiosity. “Surely, Hikari has already paid you the deposit?”

“Yes.” Joanna called Alois and Joshua to her side. Alois was somewhat nervous, although he knew his disguise was perfect. However, whenever the Duke’s eyes were on him, he couldn’t help but doubt if he had been seen through. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have taken the risk. In our line of work, we don’t start without seeing the money.”

“I understand your sentiment.” The Duke smiled understandingly. “I will, of course, pay the balance. But before that, may I inspect the goods?”

Joanna raised a finger and shook it from side to side. “Pay the balance first, then you can see the goods.”

“Ah, Lady Joanna, you are too distrustful of me. Moreover, the rule of trading is to exchange money and goods simultaneously. Don’t you understand this basic principle?”

“Rules are made by people. Each matter should be handled appropriately,” Joanna replied unyieldingly. “You know this cargo is of extraordinary value. I’ve taken great risks to infiltrate the Empire and deliver it to you. Don’t I deserve some special treatment? Besides…” She mimicked the Duke’s tone. “This is your place, surrounded by your men. Are you worried that I might play tricks? Do you doubt my reputation in the underworld? That’s overly cautious, not the demeanor of someone capable of great things.”

The Duke’s smile turned sinister. “Does Joanna Begrel, who has betrayed twice, actually have ‘reputation’? Is there something wrong with my ears?”

“Assassinating an innocent girl for your own unspeakable purposes doesn’t seem very upright either,” Joanna retorted.

“You seem to know a lot about my affairs?”

“The Lord watches over you from three feet above.”

The two exchanged cold smiles, but eventually, the Duke lost the momentum and compromised by pulling out his communication terminal and dialing a few numbers. A few seconds later, Joanna’s terminal buzzed with a message from the bank confirming that a sum had been deposited into her account.

“I’m very satisfied.” Joanna nodded to Alois. “Give it to him.”

Alois placed the silver box on the coffee table and stepped back. The Duke crouched down, pulled the box towards him, fiddled with the smart lock, and entered a password. The smart lock lit up green, indicating the correct password, and the box clicked open. The Duke didn’t lift the lid. He only opened it a crack to quickly glance at the contents, then closed it.

“The goods are correct.”

The Duke stood up, brushed off the dust, pulled a silk handkerchief from his chest pocket, wiped his hands, and tossed the handkerchief onto the coffee table.

“We’ve all gotten what we wanted.” The Duke extended his hand to Joanna. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

“Pleasure doing business.” Joanna smiled and shook his hand. “May we leave now?”

“Of course. Would you like me to send someone to escort you?”

“No need, I can still afford a taxi.”

“You’re too kind.”

“Likewise.” Joanna, unwilling to continue the pleasantries, turned and walked straight to the guest room door. She pushed it open forcefully, startling the black-clad servant standing outside.

In the room, the Duke said, “Escort Lady Joanna downstairs and help her call a taxi.”

“Yes, sir!” the servant replied.

Joanna didn’t refuse the Duke’s “kindness” and followed the servant to the elevator. The screen showed the elevator was on the first floor. Joanna irritably pressed the down button several times before the elevator slowly began to rise.

“So slow.” She turned to the black-clad servant. “Where’s the restroom?”

“Uh… down the hallway to the end, then turn right.” The servant pointed out the direction. “Do you need me to show you?”

“I can find it myself!” Joanna frowned. “Do you intend to follow a lady to the restroom? That’s extremely rude!” She signaled to Joshua, who understood and lowered his head. “We will watch the elevator for you.” Joanna then walked towards the restroom.

She ignored the guards and servants stationed along the hallway, quickly walked into the restroom, and locked the door. There was a window in the restroom. She glanced outside and saw a dozen black hovercars driving into the hotel’s back door.

‘What did Alois say earlier? The princess is also staying in this hotel, just upstairs? Ah, Winnet, that old fox, came up with a plan to kill two birds with one stone, didn’t he?’ Joanna thought. ‘Assassinate the princess first, then kill me. This way, he can claim that the evil space pirates killed the princess, and the Duke becomes a hero for subduing the terrorists. What a brilliant plan, a damn brilliant plan!’

She quickly sent two messages, one to Leonard and one to Joshua.

To Leo: “I’m in the public restroom on the 23rd floor of the hotel.”

To Joshua: “Come to the restroom. Knock twice.”

A minute later, someone knocked on the restroom door.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Damn it!”

Joshua and Alois stood side by side in front of the elevator, watching the numbers on the screen slowly increase. 7, 8, 9…

The black-clad servant occasionally glanced towards the restroom and at them, his eyes filled with deep vigilance and hostility.

14, 15, 16…

“The captain sure is slow,” Alois said casually.

17, 18, 19…

Joshua’s communication terminal suddenly buzzed. He took it out and looked at it. “The captain said she forgot to bring paper and asked us to bring some.”

Alois said, “Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up.”

20, 21, 22…

The black-clad servant stopped them. “Let me handle such a small matter.”

“You probably don’t have the kind of paper the captain is used to.” Joshua said, “But I do.” In a flash, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at the servant’s head, pulling the trigger!

23!

“Ding.”

The elevator door slowly opened, revealing three black-clad men inside. They were masked and holding submachine guns, the barrels pointed at Joshua and Alois. As soon as the door opened, they would start shooting.

But Joshua was faster!

Three beams of light shot into their chests.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Three shots. It wasn’t Joshua.

Joanna pushed open the stall door and ran to the window. At that moment, the restroom door was kicked open, and several masked, armed men burst in, starting to shoot without a word.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

As the laser beams shot out, Joanna jumped out the window, with only one beam grazing her hair, cutting off a few strands of fiery red hair.

Joanna was falling rapidly through the air! The urgent wind swept past her cheeks like sharp knives cutting through her skin. Gravity, like an invisible hand, pulled her towards the ground. The fierce wind made it almost impossible for her to breathe, but she still shouted with all her might, “Leonard!”

Before the words were fully out, she fell into the cockpit of a Gondola.

The Gondola was unmanned, or rather, not piloted by a human.

“Just in time!” Leo’s voice came through the speaker.

“Leo, I absolutely love you!” Joanna grabbed the steering wheel and made the Gondola spiral upwards like a bird riding the wind, quickly returning to the window she had jumped out of.

“Boys, get on!”


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Beyond the Galaxy Ch59

Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

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


Chapter 59

As a high-end artificial intelligence, Leonard tirelessly performed the daily maintenance of the spaceship today, checking the computer system, dispatching robots to clean various places, and removing trash. Meanwhile, he transformed into a stream of data and sneaked around Leyting. Leyting had many low-end AIs since it was an industrial planet that used machinery to replace labor, reducing cost expenses.

“Oh, the fate of AI is to be ordered around!” Leo complained discontentedly.

In Leyting, he discovered many interesting things. For example, the fake diva he had seen in Neo Venice was also in Leyting. How coincidental! She (or he?) had just held a solo concert recently. Leo retrieved footage from the concert’s surveillance cameras and watched it with great interest, secretly storing it in his database.

The stage effects of the concert were dazzling and magnificent. Even Leo, who had seen countless strange landscapes, couldn’t help but be impressed. Theoretically, Leyting didn’t have the stage equipment to support such special effects. How did the director and stage designer of Camilla’s concert create such brilliant effects?

The search engine quickly provided him with the answer. “They actually landed Camilla’s spaceship directly on Leyting just for the stage effects? Because the spaceship carried special holographic projectors? Oh, poor people of Leyting. How spiritually and culturally void must your lives be?” Leo thought with sympathy.

While watching the concert video, he also tracked down Joanna’s whereabouts. She and her two subordinates had taken a bat-winged air car and were caught arriving at a five-star hotel in Leyting. Leo tried to sneak into the hotel’s surveillance system to monitor Joanna’s meeting with Duke Winnett, but he found that the surveillance system used an internal network, preventing him from hacking in externally!

If the “Lady of the Night” were docked at the spaceport now, Leo could have calculated without worry until he broke through the hotel’s weak firewall. However, he was on the “Dream of a Cold Night” now. If he used too much computing power, he might accidentally crash the spaceship’s system, and he wouldn’t risk crippling his own body just to deal with a mere hotel.

…But he was a bit worried about those three bastards. After all, they were handing over such an important item to the Duke. Leo restlessly roamed the circuits, eventually connecting to all the electronic eyes around the hotel. Even if he couldn’t see inside, he could at least keep an eye on the outside.

Alois tugged at his collar. This dignified-looking coat was very uncomfortable. Celia, with her excellent makeup skills, gave him a new hairstyle and smeared a lot of unknown gel on his face. After the disguise, Alois looked in the mirror and couldn’t recognize himself.

Joanna tied her messy red hair into a bun, put on a pair of metal-framed glasses, and wore a business suit, looking like a stern female secretary (this attire made Leo roll on the floor laughing for a long time).

Joshua didn’t change much, except he dyed his irises with organic dye and tied up his long hair. Although his attire was a bit strange, it wasn’t suspicious. Following Joanna, he barely looked like a bodyguard.

Now the three of them sat silently in the bat-winged air car sent by the Duke. As soon as they arrived at Leyting’s surface from the spaceport, the Duke’s subordinates came to greet them.

“I am truly honored by the Duke’s warm welcome,” Joanna said to the air car driver. The driver didn’t respond, as if he hadn’t heard her at all. This attitude touched a nerve in the female pirate, and she deliberately said loudly, “The Duke must be very compassionate to hire a deaf-mute driver!” As expected, she saw the driver’s eyebrows twitch through the rearview mirror.

The air car took a deserted path, deliberately avoiding Leyting’s busy areas, and finally arrived at the entrance of a luxurious five-star hotel. “I thought the Duke would choose to make the deal in some abandoned parking lot,” Alois whispered to Joanna.

“You’ve watched too many weird gangster movies,” Joanna replied in a low voice. “The Duke is officially here to ‘visit and inspect’, so there are probably a few reporters following. Every move is highly scrutinized, so it’s more convenient for us to visit him.”

Joshua coughed. “You two are speaking too loudly.”

They both fell silent.

A bellboy opened the car door. Seeing a lady, he extended his hand to help Joanna out of the car. Joanna ignored him and got out of the car directly, looking around, leaving the bellboy awkwardly standing there. Alois stifled his laughter, swaying as he got out, and Joshua followed him. The bellboy’s hand was still outstretched, but the assassin thought for a moment, then took a bill from his pocket and pressed it into the bellboy’s hand.

Alois’s stomach hurt even more from holding back his laughter.

The driver drove the air car to the hotel garage. A man in a black suit stood at the entrance of the hotel, holding a communication device to his ear. After saying something, he walked towards Joanna, bowed, and gestured invitingly. “This way, please.”

Alois carried the silver box and followed Joanna with Joshua. The man in the black suit stopped her. “The Duke only invited you.”

Joanna raised her wrist, trying to grab the hair on her shoulder, but only caught air. She remembered her hair was tied up. So she adjusted her glasses instead. “Do you expect a delicate woman to carry such a heavy box?”

Delicate woman! Alois’s lungs were about to burst from laughter!

The man in the black suit didn’t insist. “Alright.” He led the three through the hotel lobby and took the “staff-only” elevator to the 23rd floor. Along the way, Joanna keenly noticed several security guards disguised as ordinary guests (who were secretly glancing at her) and a few reporters trying to dig up news on the Duke (just from their sneaky, suspicious looks, it was a miracle they hadn’t been kicked out of the hotel).

Outside the door of a luxurious suite on the 23rd floor, the man in the black suit bowed again and opened the door for Joanna.

“Thank you.” Joanna smiled. She remembered “manners” at this moment.

Alois and Joshua nodded to the man as well, making him feel embarrassed.

“By the way,” before entering, Alois suddenly asked, “Is Princess Alveira staying on this floor too?”

The man was stunned. “No, the princess is staying upstairs, on the top floor.” This wasn’t a secret, so he was puzzled why the other party asked.

Alois smiled appreciatively at his honesty. “Thank you.”

Alveira stood by the window. The large floor-to-ceiling window was tightly covered with thick floral curtains, supposedly to protect the distinguished guests in the room from being spied on by malicious people outside. Alveira always sneered at this reason. With special tinted glass, it was absolutely impossible to see inside from the outside. She couldn’t understand why the hotel staff had closed all the curtains, making the room as dark as night. Did they think the guests staying there were vampires afraid of sunlight?

“Rose.” The princess called her personal maid. “What’s today’s schedule?”

“Yes.” Rose picked up the terminal and opened the itinerary. “There are no arrangements for this morning and afternoon. At 6 p.m. planetary time, there is a dinner with the military factory executives that you must attend in formal attire.”

The words “formal attire” made Alveira frown. She hated wearing elaborate evening gowns and exchanging insincere pleasantries with various people. She’d rather go hunting with Darius, play games with Musaya, or even simply read and chat with Annot than attend a dinner party.

She opened a narrow slit in the curtain and peeked down. A black bat-winged air car drove into the hotel, and a few people got out. She couldn’t see who they were clearly because a tall tree below obscured her view, but she immediately recognized the air car as one of Duke Winnet’s private cars, usually parked in the hangar of his flagship “Stella”. Alveira had only seen it once but would never forget it. Although the car didn’t look particularly luxurious, (according to Musaya) it was a discontinued limited edition with superior performance and immense value. So she remembered it very well.

But the Duke rarely used this car. Why was it here?

Shortly after the car arrived, several people dressed as reporters were “asked” to leave the hotel by security. Alveira could almost imagine the security guard’s cold tone. “Sorry, your behavior violates the privacy of our guests. If you don’t want to be sued, please leave immediately.” Ten minutes later, a dozen black air cars drove toward the hotel. But they didn’t enter through the main entrance. Instead, they went around to the back of the hotel building.

Alveira let go of the curtain. “Rose, where is Winnet?”

“The Duke is in his room. Do you want to see him?” Rose said. “The Duke said he’s not feeling well today and instructed not to be disturbed by anyone. But if you wish to see him, I’m sure he would…”

“No,” Alveira said. “Rose, bring out my casual clothes and my gun.”

Rose’s eyes widened. “Your Highness…?”

“Secretly gather everyone we can trust and prepare to escape.” Alveira lowered her voice. “He’s coming to kill me, by night he’s coming to kill me [Note].”


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[Note] From the Bible, Nehemiah 6:10: “Then he shut himself in and said, ‘Let us meet in the house of God, inside the temple, and let us close the temple doors, because men are coming to kill you—by night they are coming to kill you.'”


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