Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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

Full Server First Kill: Mini Extras Collection

Note: These are mini extras that the author has written posted separately on JJ. She intermittently updates them, usually on Valentine’s Day and other holidays for her CPs. The translation will be updated when the author updates her blog. You can get updates when translations are updated in my Discord server. Below is a ton of dog food.

2025/29/8

Everyone’s Summer Cool-Down Routines

Another Qixi has come around, and our married couples are celebrating again.

Here are their little everyday tricks for beating the heat—

“You’ll be staying a week?”

The Border Collie village chief sniffed Nol’s backpack. “Mm, we’ll free up the best guesthouses, and meals are no concern… May you both enjoy your stay.”

Nol gave the chief’s head an amiable pat; the chief wagged his tail with sober restraint.

However hot the world may be, around Sheepskin Ball Village it’s winter weather—ranging from late autumn/early winter to the dead of the coldest days. Most dog-headed people here are thick-furred herding breeds and love this climate.

By now, though, Sheepskin Ball Village ought to be renamed Sheepskin Ball Town—since Tahe settled down, it has flourished. The population more than doubled, and pretty two-story homes have gone up.

With the temperature just right, many fluffy dog-headed pups played in the snow outside, and Nol couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

Wonderful. It was as if he were seeing Tahe at the very beginning.

“You really do like it here.” Teest cleared his throat loudly.

“Your idea was genius,” Nol rubbed a passing pup and praised his knight at full volume. “Why didn’t I think of it?”

When the weather heats up, Mr. God of Creation tends to hole up in the Lost Tower with Peradat, working through the ice cream stores. Teest wanted to get out, but hated to go too far, so he dutifully stayed in the Tower.

Then Teest thought of the dog-headed people’s habitat.

His Creator was easily persuaded. Half the battle was won by luring Nol out of the tower. So long as the destination wasn’t hot, Teest trusted in his powers of gentle persistence.

Snow drifted outside the window. Naturally they did warmer things. Near dawn, Nol held him close, smacking his lips a bit dazedly.

“Let’s go to the nearby town tomorrow,” Teest mumbled into Nol’s chest. “There’s someone I want to kill—I’ll need you to vet it.”

He said it the way someone might say, “There’s something I want to buy.”

“Mm?”

“It’s snowing there too. The scenery is lovely. Come with me, will you?”

“Mm…” Nol rumbled, squeezing Teest tighter. Teest took that as a yes.

“Great!” He nipped his lover’s collarbone.

Tomorrow would be particularly exciting. Of course, they’d be back here before dark.

Because Nol liked this place very much—and he liked Nol very, very much.

2025/5/20

Everyone’s Birthday Cakes

Congrats to the couple from “Help” on moving into the Married Zone ☆(/ω＼)

This year’s 520 (May 20) mini-extra: couples celebrate their birthdays! It’s a perfect chance to compile everyone’s birthdays~

Teest: June 21st

Source: A normal birthday. (Summer Solstice, 2023)

Cake: [Weird Cake]

A sweet (?) gift from the God of Creation that defies classification. If Teest didn’t know Nol’s temperament so well, he would think Nol was taking revenge for those awful “monster dishes” of the past.

In the end they still ate the cake-like thing down to the last crumb. It wasn’t poisonous, and it didn’t taste as bad as it looked. Also, watching him eat that weird thing made Nol’s ears flush bright red, which was a pleasing sight.

※ As the years go by, Nol’s cakes keep getting better. Mr. Teest enjoys ever more delicious treats but loses much of the fun of teasing his lover.

Nol: September 23rd

Source: A normal birthday. (Autumn Equinox, 2023)

Cake: [Peach Cake]

A peach cake decorated with a frosting black dragon and white cat, with a hidden core of carefully cooked bewilderment fruit jam. Cut the cake and golden jam slowly spills out, its fragrance intoxicating.

Teest’s peach cake is very tasty. Nol suspects he actually learned it formally from Old Kurt. Maybe next time he will sneak off and learn it too…

※ On the Tahe Continent, peach cake has no special meaning. But the two of them know that for Teest it carries a private metaphor—it symbolizes “love”.

2025/2/16

What to Do When You’re Stuck Together

Suddenly stuck together—what should you do?

A belated Valentine’s Day mini joke (?) story has arrived! Time for some sweet, sticky fluff ☆

Nol was stunned to discover that his hand was stuck to Teest’s.

He rolled over, and his first instinct was to look for golden thread to check if someone had idly stitched them together with magic. Teest was roused from sleep by his fussing, but kept his eyes shut, letting Nol rub and tug at his hand however he pleased.

It wasn’t until Nol let out a puzzled “Huh?” that Teest lazily opened his eyes. “Good morning, honey.”

Nol was amused and exasperated. “Done pretending to sleep?”

Teest was sharper than a wild beast. After all that prodding, there was no way he hadn’t noticed.

Teest yawned. “I was simply enjoying your hand massage.”

“Our hands are stuck together.”

Nol shook their joined hands. “This isn’t Tahe’s magic. I can only detect interference from an external force, but thankfully there’s no malicious intent.”

Teest narrowed his eyes, smiling meaningfully. “Ah, that was a little experiment of mine.”

Nol: “……”

Teest stretched out his arm, looping it around Nol’s neck. “As the God of Contracts, I do have ambition, you know. This was just a minor test—you’re not mad… are you?”

Before he finished speaking, he leaned in nimbly and planted a good morning kiss on Nol’s forehead.

Nol’s facial muscles twitched as he looked at his knight in exasperation. “Alright, tell me—how do we undo the magic?”

“It’s simple. I ask, you answer. As long as you keep telling the truth, the magic will loosen bit by bit.”

Teest kissed the back of Nol’s hand again, his lips brushing lightly across his lover’s fingers.

…Teest’s magic was actually behaving normally? Nol was shocked.

Oh well, he didn’t have anything to hide anyway.

He lay back down cooperatively, and Teest pulled him tightly into his arms.

Teest cleared his throat. “Including all of Tahe, I’m the one you love most.”

“Yes,” Nol admitted readily.

“I’m the one you love most.”

“I do love you, but you just asked that.” Nol looked confused.

“Because it sounds nice.”

Teest gently rubbed the back of Nol’s neck. “Next question—do you prefer gentle kisses, or rough ones?”

Nol: “……???” Something about this line of questioning seemed off.

But since the guy had him stuck fast, he didn’t really have a choice… right?

Nol coughed a few times, then muttered something quickly under his breath.

Teest: “I didn’t catch that.”

Nol mumbled it again, barely audibly.

“I—didn’t—hear—you—honey—”

“…Rough,” Nol muttered, his face gradually turning red.

“Excellent answer.” Teest looked thoughtful. “Let’s continue.”

……

Ten or so minutes passed, but to Nol it felt like a decade.

He used up all the face he’d saved for over twenty years—Teest asked every question he shouldn’t, pushing him to the point where he wanted to dig a hole and disappear from the world.

“I answered everything truthfully—why hasn’t it undone yet?” Nol gritted his teeth.

“I lied.”

Teest hummed a cheerful tune. “I actually have no idea what this thing is. But I do know—it’s a rare opportunity.”

“Teest——!”

“Well, you can’t do anything else today anyway. As compensation for deceiving you, let’s put some of those honest answers into practice, shall we?”

“I—mmph—!”

And thus, a delightful day began. Rejoice and celebrate.

2024/8/13

Everyone’s Favorite Sports

A belated short story for Qixi Festival, with a little Olympic commemoration (*/ω＼*)

Teest: [Hunting]  

Strictly speaking, Mr. Teest is referring to “murder”. The Mad Monk has never been very interested in non-human targets. After all, animals don’t usually join cults.  

Unfortunately, Nol insists that “murder” doesn’t count as a sport, so Teest had to rebrand it as “hunting”. Fortunately, as long as the target is appropriate, Nol is quite willing to join him. Having the God of Creation as an accomplice always makes Teest’s hunts particularly thrilling.  

“You could leave this sort of thing to the other demigods,” Nol said helplessly.  

“You know my nature, dear,” Teest replied softly. “I just want to ensure that every one of my crimes is committed under your watchful eye.”  

He was sincere.

Nol: [Cycling]

During his student years, Nol devoted most of his time to studying. Of course, sitting for long periods at a desk isn’t healthy, so he would take time to cycle and relax his body and mind.  

Nol even participated in some informal cross-country cycling during the holidays, which was probably his healthiest hobby. His cycling results weren’t outstanding, but Nol didn’t mind—he was just trying to avoid deep vein thrombosis.  

Now, Nol has had to leave this hobby behind on Earth. As for Tahe—when spending time with Teest in Tahe, Nol never worries about a lack of exercise.  

After all, Teest ensures he gets plenty of exercise in every sense. But since that hardly counts as proper exercise, his favorite sport remains “cycling”. 

A bit of a pity.

2024/6/1

Childhood Hairstyles

I suddenly wondered what everyone’s hairstyle was like when they were kids, so I’m sharing this on Children’s Day—  

Consider it a little addition to the setting (〃ω〃)

Teest: [Medium-Length Hair with Neatly Trimmed Ends]

The Flama family paid great attention to the appearance of their children, and Mrs. Flama specially chose the most suitable hairstyle for her youngest son. She would regularly maintain it every month until they were separated.

Nol: [Slightly Longer Student Cut]

Shorter than the trendy student cuts but longer than the standard crew cuts. In short, it was an ordinary student hairstyle that exuded a strangely good-student vibe.

2024/5/20

Everyone’s Favorite Fruits

This year’s Married Couple Day on 520* has arrived, so let’s write about everyone’s favorite fruits ☆

*The number 520 when pronounced in Chinese is very similar to [wǒ ài nǐ] (我爱你) I love you. Due to this, it has become a day in China called “Internet Valentine’s Day”.

Congratulations to the couple from [Full Server First Kill] for entering the happy married zone (*/ω＼*)

Teest: [Peach]

When Teest was young, he never showed a particular fondness for specific foods and was never picky about what he ate. Whatever the family had, little Teest ate along with them. Of course, this might have been due to the high culinary standards of the Flama family.

Although Grape Collar was known for grapes, peaches were more popular in the Flama household. Mrs. Flama would make delicious peach pies, and fresh, crisp, and sweet peach slices often appeared on the table—his parents would clean the peaches, remove the pits, cut them into small pieces, and share them with their children. The children ate happily, so Teest knew that his family loved peaches.

So, it became the most memorable fruit for him, and he didn’t mind its taste.

※ Its taste brings back particularly special memories for Teest.

Nol: [Fig]

Nol, or Xu Yue, had a particular fondness for ripe figs. They would crack open slightly, oozing nectar. The best part was that they could be frozen in the fridge—when slightly thawed, they had the texture of rich, icy desserts, perfect for soothing a weary soul.

That was the first and last fruit Nol bought for himself after graduation, before moving into Joy Garden. After that, all that awaited him were years of nightmares. Perhaps the “reality” of the taste was too vivid, so in his long dream, figs never appeared again. His desire to buy them somehow always disappeared.

Now, he could firmly grasp them once more. On the first night back on Earth, Nol bought a large bag of figs for himself and Teest. They weren’t fully ripe yet, but they tasted uniquely delicious.

※ Its taste carries a hint of freedom and liberation.

~~~

“Red-green skin and sticky flesh inside. Honey, it chews like tender innards filled with honey,” Teest earnestly commented.

Nol almost choked on the fig in his throat but managed to swallow it down.

Teest watched him with interest for a moment and continued, “The sweetness is wonderful, and it would be great in a cake. Why didn’t you include it in Tahe?”

“Blame Star Stealer Sol. I always forget,” Nol said. “We can bring back a few plants this time.” He had no doubt about the neighbors’ enthusiasm for planting; after that, it could be handed over to the General for promotion.

Teest shrugged, then paused mid-motion. He noticed Nol pulling out a large bag of peaches—yellow peaches, nectarines, flat peaches, all varieties were there. Tahe only had standard peaches. This was Teest’s first time seeing these fruits.

Nol nudged the bag forward. “These are ready. Take them to your family or plant them in the Lost Tower, whichever you prefer.”

“All mine?” Teest raised an eyebrow.

“All yours.”

A week later.

Teest received a vibrant peach pie from the Flama family, and Nol got an incredibly delicious fig cake. They exchanged these delightful sweets with kisses and each other’s little spoons.

It was one of their best holidays… one of many.

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Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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

Chapter 248: Earth – Night

City A, summer.

At a resting spot near a suburban attraction, Nol was checking off items on his memo while munching on a popsicle. Ever since he and Teest began using reversion to visit his family, “keeping track of the timeline” became a mandatory task.

They were currently in August, not long after the Joy Garden explosion incident. In one or two months, they would be back to their first timeline visit to Earth. Then they could travel between Earth and Tahe without having to use reversion.

“The timing is pretty spot-on, honey. We just had our wedding in Tahe last month.” Teest grabbed Nol’s popsicle and took a bite while openly reading his phone screen. Everything seemed in order, as if they were a typical couple who married after moving cities.

“Actually, my mom hinted at it the last time we came back.” Nol kept munching on the popsicle, speaking through his bites. “She asked seriously if marriages abroad were valid domestically, then said we’ve been together too long, and we should consider taking things further…”

“She’s very considerate.” Teest grinned and sat on a rock, enjoying the cool mountain breeze.

Nol was momentarily at a loss to explain tradition of elder relatives pressuring for marriage in Country C, but he figured it was fine as long as Teest was happy. Besides, this time, he did plan to organize a wedding on Earth.

A stable job to reassure his parents was confirmed. Thanks to Officer Luo, Nol and Teest were officially registered with the authorities, ensuring that they wouldn’t have a situation where they couldn’t be traced.

A new house to reassure his parents was purchased. Nol carefully produced some gold to provide himself with just the right amount of assets. He had considered using reversion to buy lottery tickets, but the tides of fate swept that idea away.

Finally, a reassuring partner for his parents—or pretending to be—was right by his side. It had been nearly six years since he first brought Teest to meet his parents on Earth. During these years, Nol visited his parents every week, subtly hinting at their relationship’s stability.

With a consistent drip, his parents’ attitude shifted from “restless” to “just watching without interfering”, and then from “just watching without interfering” to “having a foreign exchange godson” thanks to someone’s sweet talk. As a former top-level assassin, Teest certainly had a knack for being charming.

With everything in place, bringing up the wedding and going public with their relationship wouldn’t face resistance from his parents. They could follow Tahe’s example and have a simple family wedding.

Or so Nol thought.

“No way!” That night, Father Xu rejected the proposal outright, his face flushing with red.

“Dad?” Nol’s hand holding the chopsticks froze, with a piece of meat still between them.

Teest stayed silent, just looking pitifully at Father Xu, like a small animal tossed into the snow along with the cardboard box.

“Speak calmly if you have something to say!” Mother Xu chided. “Don’t scare the kids.”

Father Xu cleared his throat twice. “You don’t get to marry twice in a lifetime. You can’t just make do with the yard! You need to book the best venue, and all the formalities must be observed. As for guests, your mom and I need to carefully pick them out.”

“What your dad means is that you must invite family and friends, but you can’t invite gossip,” Mother Xu explained. “Your and Teest’s situation is special, and Teest doesn’t have relatives here. If someone talks recklessly, it’s not good.”

Father Xu nodded gravely. “Book a nice hotel. We’ll pay for it. You can ask friends to be the masters of ceremonies, but if you don’t know anyone, your mom and I can find a professional. Oh, make sure to invite Teest’s friends. You’ll need to send them invitations…”

With that, Father Xu couldn’t help but get up, mumbling as he searched for a notebook and a pen.

“I also agree it shouldn’t be improvised.” Mother Xu didn’t stop her husband. “Son, your dad and I saved a lot of money for you. You bought a house, so you don’t need to use it. We’ll spend it for you.”

“The same goes for Xiao Feng.” She smiled at Teest. “This is also your home. If you two are happy, we’ll be at ease.”

Teest paused for half a second, then flashed his usual smile. “Of course, we’ll never part.”

He then glanced toward the living room window. Noticing Teest’s movement, Nol bit his chopsticks and lowered his gaze.

……

End of September, at a certain five-star hotel in City A.

“…The timeline aligns with Tahe’s, so Nol doesn’t have to use reversion.” Teest’s hair returned to its silver-white hue, and his white suit complemented his sharp body lines.

“That power should only be used for important people.”

“Like you, right? I get it.” Drake almost crushed the invitation in his hand. “I want to know when I became your ‘friend’?”

“Lynn and Uncle Ma insisted on attending the wedding, and changing appearances is often troublesome. They count as my people,” Teest explained. “I can’t just invite two young female friends. I have to consider the impression on Nol’s parents.”

Drake: “……”

“Plus, I know you want to come but are too shy to tell Nol,” Teest teased, looking at Drake with amusement. “Regardless, Nol feels more like your ‘dad’ than the missing dragon. Even if you have good reasons to follow Perradat, you still feel some guilt, right?”

Drake: “…Tsk.”

“You only invited me out of the Four Gods.” Mr. Drake deflected the question. “I suspect a conspiracy. This is normal.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I equally dislike you four.”

Teest smiled sweetly. “But as your other ‘dad‘, I’m willing to show you the minimum level of tolerance.” He emphasized “dad,” savoring the darkened expression on Drake’s face.

Drake’s expression grew darker and darker, as if he was about to turn back into a candle. “Lord Nol, never mind. Please don’t be like this. It makes me sick, uh…”

“Just act properly,” Teest said as he drew close, his tone dropping cold. “You are the only one from Tahe here—don’t disappoint me.”

“Aren’t you a Tahe too?!” Drake took a deep breath.

“Hmm? I have a family here. Lord Nol’s parents told me—”

“No, my fault. I’ll just shut up…”

Teest left the room with a scoff, his gaze sweeping towards the lobby—

Nol’s parents had reserved a moderately sized venue for the wedding.

The Xu family had over thirty relatives and friends, arranged around six tables. Nol had invited people like Officer Luo and Dr. Zhu, who joined Lynn, Uncle Ma, and Drake at one table.

Even with prior discussions, it was evident that Nol’s parents had put in a lot of effort. The venue was free from tacky decorations, and even the small details were well attended to.

The guests hadn’t yet arrived, and the venue was immersed in a dreamy blue ambiance. The tables and chairs stood silently, adorned with fresh flowers, cutlery, and lighting, everything harmoniously arranged.

Teest spotted Nol at once.

Nol, in a black suit, was observing a bouquet of blue roses on the table. Teest had reason to suspect that Lord Creator might consider magically enhancing them to appear even more dreamlike.

When focused, Nol always had an expressionless face, but this time he was relaxed, with a slight smile.

Even knowing that Nol’s parents approved of them and that the wedding would go as planned, Nol seemed unexpectedly happy.

This wedding felt different from the last, Teest thought.

In half an hour, the place would be filled with voices. Both strangers and acquaintances would come bearing blessings.

In fact, he didn’t quite understand Nol’s parents’ insistence on a public wedding. At this moment, he now vaguely understood.

Was it an illusion of the power of vows?

To Nol, this wedding was a promise to his parents. Now, Teest felt it was more like a mutual promise. It carried a certain emotion—an emotion he couldn’t fully grasp but savored daily.

It was a nice feeling.

“Teest.” Nol also noticed Teest sneaking into the hall, gesturing him over quietly. “Come here. Look at this bouquet—”

“Coming, honey.” Teest walked towards his lover. He would really enjoy this day, he thought.

Indeed, Teest did enjoy that day immensely.

After the wedding, they would head to an upscale residence on the outskirts of town to spend their second honeymoon night… At least that was the initial plan.

However, as night fell, two small figures appeared on the rooftop of Nol’s parents’ home.

“Are you really okay?”

The white cat expressed rare concern, its soft fur billowing in the night breeze.

The black dragon whelp “chirped” weakly, its wings drooping.

Their wedding was perfect. Yet, this was the first time Nol had been so tired—the wedding itself was fine. It was just his partner who was explosively overwhelming. Afterwards, mingling with relatives and friends he hadn’t seen in eight hundred years nearly drained all his energy.

At the end of the wedding, Nol was almost carried out by Teest. Even Teest’s face showed some doubt, suspecting that the God of Creation had suffered irreversible harm amid the curiosity of seven aunts and eight uncles. In recent years, Nol thought he had been too focused on Tahe. He still hadn’t adapted to the high intensity socializing of his hometown.

“Are you sure that person will come?” Nol took a few deep breaths, mustering his energy to speak.

“Undoubtedly.” Teest stretched his sharp claws. “The last time they were here, they had their eyes on your house. I can feel the malice. No mistake… That level of malice is definitely a thief.”

“Today your parents collected quite a lot of gift money and haven’t had time to deal with it. We aren’t here, so he’ll probably choose tonight to make his move.”

“I’ve cast protective magic on our house that even Star Stealer Sol can’t get in.”

Nol leaned against the warm fur of the cat. “An ordinary thief… uh, Teest, as far as Earth laws are concerned, it’s not a crime punishable by death, okay?”

“I just think ‘blundering failure’ lacks educational value. We need to teach this guy a lesson.” Teest swished his fluffy tail, purring. “Don’t worry. I probably won’t kill him.”

“Teest!”

“Alright, I won’t kill him.” Teest grudgingly assured, tail swishing more vigorously.

“Just say it. What are you really planning?”

The little black dragon turned his head seriously. “Even if it’s not the first time, a wedding night is still a wedding night. It’s not like you to specifically come out tonight to watch for a thief.”

The white cat twitched its ears.

“[Charm] and [Dream Manipulation].” Teest muttered.

“Your monster skills,” Nol said without a second thought.

He remembered clearly; those were the skills Teest had obtained from a succubus. Teest had initially acquired three skills, claiming the third was of little use…

The white cat moved, the tip of its tail lightly touching the black scales of the dragon’s tail.

In the darkness, countless golden sparkles lit up, like stars falling or sparks from a campfire.

A small portion of the sparkles landed on Nol’s wings, quickly dissipating his mental fatigue. In its place was a fierce, burning emotion, filling his chest and constantly emanating a steaming sense of happiness.

[Sparks of Love]

A succubus-exclusive skill, only usable at night. The caster materializes their own emotions of love, creating a spark. Those touched by it share this palpitation, soothing negative emotions.

His knight flaunted a tangible, burning love.

“The thief is here!” Nol was about to speak when the white cat leaped down.

‘Maybe there’s no need to clarify,’ Nol thought.

Because they both knew, everything was fine, and everything would get even better.

The author has a note to say:

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Thanks for your support and patience! This novel tried to correct some minor writing issues from the previous ones and discovered some new small problems. The new novel will be further corrected—

And also trying some new experiments ☆Perhaps, a bit more stimulating relationship… maybe!

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Replay: The next book “Help” is tentatively scheduled to start around July. Some details are still being figured out. It should not be later than August (lol)

Pseudo infinite flow, expected to not be longer than this novel—harmless (?) monster gong × super fierce human shou; probably a partner duo, might change format _(:D 」∠)_

But don’t worry, no matter the changes, locking down our traditional CPs√

Thanks to those who support the original! See you in a few months~

Kinky Thoughts:

This marks the end of the novel.

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Once again, thank you everyone for your comments, encouragement, help with my translations, and ko-fi donations.

If you have become a fan of Nian Zhong, do check out her other works that I have worked on. You won’t be disappointed. And do try to support her by buying the original raws.

Finally, I do have one last treat. This is an extra extra from the author’s blog, where she writes mini updates for her characters (usually on special holidays). She usually updates this yearly, so check back each year on those special days for a new update.

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Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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

Chapter 247: Tahe – Wedding of Two

“You guys are actually getting married.”

In the quiet little tavern, Thacker Flama sighed. “Last year, Edith’s bouquet was thrown just right… Landus, you need to arrange a good spot for us.”

Across from young Mr. Flama sat his two childhood friends—Landus and Ross.

Both friends came from orphaned backgrounds, without surnames. Since a fortuitous meeting in their youth, the three had maintained a strong relationship. Thacker was very fond of these two friends and had always dreamed of being neighbors with them. Unfortunately, they were always traveling and had no permanent residence, only showing up unexpectedly from time to time.

“I thought you’d be more surprised, Thacker,” Landus curiously asked.

In Thacker’s memory, Landus always wore his black hair long, and his golden eyes hid behind glasses. He claimed to have the blood of the Wilder people, and his temperament was… unpredictable.

“Come on, you look at me and at Ross differently, and so does he.” Thacker grinned. “If I wasn’t sure you two liked men, I wouldn’t have introduced you to Edith.”

“Very convincing,” Ross smiled.

Ross was always the gentlest of the three. He had almost silvery-light golden short hair, and his blue eyes were very beautiful. “We just want a small family wedding, inviting only a few friends.” Ross continued, “You know our situation…”

“Of course.” Thacker’s smile faded slightly.

He knew well that his two friends, being non-believers and a same-sex couple, didn’t exactly fit the doctrines of the Temple of Life. These reasons alone made it difficult for them to have a normal wedding at the Evergreen Church. But Thacker knew a more critical third point—

Ross was rumored to be a White Demon.

The first time Thacker saw Ross with his silver hair and blue eyes, he was startled. Fortunately, he was still a child at the time and hadn’t developed many prejudices. After becoming good friends with Ross, Thacker scoffed at the superstitions about the “White Demons being ominous”.

His beloved Edith came from the Blanco family, whose ancestors were related to the White Demons, and she herself didn’t care about the rumors. The couple cherished Ross, their special friend.

In fact, at last year’s wedding, they intentionally threw the bouquet to Ross. This was something Ross must never find out.

“How many people are you planning to invite?” Thacker stroked his chin. “I can help arrange the venue.”

“Just you and Edith,” Landus said with a cheeky smile, pushing his glasses up. “You two are family to us.”

Thacker paused. Something more seemed to be in Landus’s familiar golden eyes, but he couldn’t quite see it.

“How about using my family’s vacation home?” Thacker thought for a moment, then suggested enthusiastically, “It’s in the suburbs, not far from here. The house is near vineyards, woods, and a large lake, with really beautiful scenery.”

He scratched his head, a bit embarrassed. “But it’s not well decorated yet… The shop has been too busy lately. Edith and I were thinking of bringing our future children there.”

Landus and Ross fell silent for a few seconds.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up children,” Thacker quickly said. “You could also adopt cute kids, I mean…”

“What are you thinking?” Landus burst out loudly. “My honey and I don’t mind such little things. I was just thinking—let’s make a bet, soon-to-be dad Mr. Flama.”

“What’s the bet?” Thacker raised an eyebrow.

Landus whispered mysteriously, “Bet your first child will be a healthy strong boy, and the second a smart capable girl.”

“Do you have to say it in such a teasing tone, Landus?” Thacker grinned. “But I’ll take the bet. Let me think…”

“Bet a gold wheel,” Landus said. “Just one gold wheel.”

“No problem, as long as I can find you by then.” Thacker laughed.

Landus smiled without replying.

“Then we’ll take up your offer on the vacation home.” Ross brought the conversation back. “We’ll take care of the cleaning, decorating, and catering. I promise, after the wedding, you two can comfortably move in.”

“I’m really looking forward to it.” Thacker raised his glass. “Cheers—”

……

On the wedding day.

Nol turned his light golden hair to silver, adjusting his white suit. In the mirror, his features were magically concealed, making him look like himself, yet more ordinary than before.

Outstanding looks could draw unwanted attention, and he and Teest had always been careful. Actually, he regretted that Thacker Flama had met the grown-up Teest. He would have preferred to greet the Flama couple in his true appearance.

Not yet.

He picked up a ring from the table, examining it carefully. It came from the future—one of the wedding rings Thacker Flama had sold to Teest.

Its form, like their appearances, was cleverly disguised by magic. The delicate patterns had vanished, and the priceless ancient silver looked like ordinary white silver.

Two bouquets were prepared on the table. The vibrant blue roses were dewy and undamaged. Next to the bouquets, two exquisitely ribbon-tied gift boxes were ready—flawless gems personally crafted by Nol, intended as gifts for the Flama couple.

Not yet.

He touched the silky soft petals, quietly staring at the two small gift boxes.

“Honey.”

Teest walked in wearing a black suit. His black hair was neatly tied back into a man bun. He held a champagne bottle in each hand, looking a bit troubled. “Should I mix some bewilderment dew into this wine? Do you think mom and dad would notice…”

He swallowed the rest of his sentence.

Teest moved behind Nol, resting his hands on Nol’s shoulders, both looking into the mirror.

“You look amazing,” Teest murmured. “It’s like my childhood wish came true.”

“Your childhood wish was to get married?” Nol chuckled.

“What? No!” Teest hissed, his fingertips brushing Nol’s mouth. “I just wanted to make this smile mine.”

“Forever mine.” After a pause, he added another sentence.

Nol relaxed his shoulders, leaning his head back, resting against Teest’s chest and abdomen. Teest always exuded a scent that was a mix of freshness and bloodthirst, which always calmed his heartbeat the quickest.

Now Nol knew the source of that bloodthirsty scent and had decided not to mourn for those vile creatures.

Nol caught Teest’s hand, touching it to his lips. “Your hand is a bit cold.”

“I’m rarely nervous,” Teest said. “Unfortunately, this is my first time attending my own wedding. But between us, Lord Nol, your suit button is misplaced.”

Nol: “……”

Nol: “……Huh?”

As Nol fumbled to adjust his suit, Teest pinched his earlobe. Golden threads danced along Teest’s fingertips, threading through Nol’s earlobe and solidifying into a delicate golden earring.

It resembled the Player’s fake earring less and more closely matched Nol’s original design concept. The small earring was engraved with the hidden logo of “Tahe World”.

“This is?” Nol tilted his head slightly to observe the earring that had appeared out of thin air. “I remember you saying I suited blue moonstones better.”

“We already have perfect wedding rings.” Teest caressed the earring, pleased as he watched Nol’s earlobe turn red. “Now that you are dressed in white and blue, I just wanted to add a bit of gold to you.”

“Since you say so.”

Nol turned smoothly, touching Teest’s left chest. The handkerchief in the breast pocket twisted, transforming into a special cyan-blue rose.

Very effective magic, Nol thought. In less than a minute of horsing around, Teest’s fingertips warmed, and his suit button was back in place, without a wrinkle.

“Let’s go together, Teest.”

In the cabin’s living room.

“Wow!” Thacker entered, giving each a big hug. “My goodness, I hardly recognize this place!”

The rough furniture that came with the wooden house had disappeared, replaced by what clearly looked like expensive, high-end wood furniture, clean, elegant tablecloths, and paintings full of wild charm.

The broken oil lamp had been replaced by a magic lamp illuminated by magic stones, and every empty corner now thrived with lush green plants and flowers. All the arrangements were just right, turning an ordinary cabin into what seemed like a noble’s country residence.

Perhaps it was psychological, but Thacker felt the indoor lighting had brightened several degrees.

The windows were wide open, revealing a brilliant blue sky and a beautiful lake view, like a frameless oil painting. Special blue rose vines twined around the window creating a dreamlike scene.

“So beautiful,” young Edith Flama exclaimed. “You two actually chose an indoor wedding.”

“With few people, it feels livelier.” Nol held the bouquet, moving to the side of the window. “Thacker, Edith, we entrust you with the role of witnesses.”

Edith: “Fantastic!”

Thacker: “Ah? We’re not familiar with the process…”

“The form isn’t important. We just want your witness.” Teest moved in front of Thacker, his tone quite casual. “How about a high-five to relax?”

After a confused Thacker finished the high-five, Teest moved to a smiling Edith, politely kissing her hand.

After doing all this, Teest picked up the bouquet, standing opposite Nol. They were only a step apart, a gentle breeze lightly stirring their hair.

“Wishing us well is enough.”

Edith laughed happily while Thacker adjusted his tie, clearing his throat a few times.

“I’ll go first!” Edith raised her hand and started spontaneously. “Gentlemen, do you promise to always be faithful to each other, cherish each other, and love each other deeply?”

Nol: “I do.”

Teest: “Do you even need to ask?”

“I’m thinking.” Slightly overwhelmed compared to his wife, Thacker hesitated. His friends didn’t need gods, and the religious vows he knew were of no use, so—

“Do you promise to be tolerant of each other, support each other, and give each other the best… the best smiles?”

Nol raised the corner of his mouth. “I’m more than willing.”

Teest: “Of course. My honey is ahead, but I’ll catch up with all my might.”

“Great!” Edith hugged her nervous husband. “Exchange the rings—oh, these rings are pretty nice—sorry, I mean, I now pronounce you husbands!”

“Blessings to you both!” Thacker struggled to clap. “Now you may kiss each other.”

Nol lifted his hand, his wedding ring still warm from Teest’s touch. In front of him, the Mad Monk was smiling as usual. Only now, Teest’s smile had less mockery, more subtle relief, and a barely noticeable trace of regret. With black hair and a black suit, the sunlight slanted down, the blue rose on Teest’s chest gently swaying in the wind.

Nol reached out with both hands, cradling Teest’s face. As Teest leaned in to kiss his lips, Nol slightly tilted his head up and kissed Teest’s eyes instead, as if trying to kiss away that faint trace of regret.

The next moment, Nol’s head was held firm. Teest returned it with a deep kiss, mixed with nips, almost as if trying to steal all the air from his lungs.

“Half a minute,” Thacker whispered softly. “You two, the night is long—”

“What does it matter?” Edith watched with interest. “It’s not good to interrupt friends, Thacker.”

“Haa… Let’s eat first.” Nol ended the deep kiss with a flushed face, his white suit now slightly wrinkled. “Can’t let… the guests go hungry.”

Teest slowly straightened up, letting out a long hum.

He snapped his fingers, and the concealing magic instantly vanished—

A round table large enough for six was laden with Teest’s specialty home-cooked dishes and perfectly chilled, refreshing champagne. In the center of the table sat a two-tiered fruit cake, a dessert so exquisite Thacker had never seen before.

“Did you get a new product from ‘Good Blessings’?” Edith noticed the big cake at first glance.

“It was custom ordered from a far-off place. If you both like it, we can order it for you.” Nol observed the Flama couple’s reaction earnestly.

Actually, the cake was bought from the most upscale shop in City A. Even Nol was shocked by the price. Fortunately, he could magically create gold, so it wasn’t a big issue.

“Give it a try,” Teest declared cheerfully. “I guarantee it’s very delicious.”

Thacker decisively reached out with his fork, only for Edith to gently slap his hand back. “There’s serious business first!”

Then she raised her glass. “Congratulations, you two! Cheers—”

“Cheers!”

……

After the meal, the two families joyfully spent their time together for an afternoon. As the sun set, the Flama couple took a carriage back to the city, taking half of the remaining cake with them.

They indeed loved that fruit cake.

Night fell, and only Nol and Teest remained in the bedroom of the vacation cottage. They were still in their day’s suits, their wedding rings properly on their ring fingers.

One bunch of blue roses was given to the Flama couple, while the other lay by the bedside, bathing in the silver moonlight, the light blue almost melting into the night.

Teest pressed against Nol from behind, his chin resting on Nol’s shoulder, leisurely unbuttoning Nol’s suit as if it wasn’t fabric but the tender, fragile skin of prey.

“Honey.”

“Hm?”

“During dinner, you kept watching my parents.” Teest’s fingertips flicked the buttons one by one. “You’ve never done that before. I’m a bit curious why.”

“Because this marriage ceremony wasn’t perfect.” Nol turned his face, kissing Teest’s hair. “In front of family, not being able to marry in our true identities and appearances, you felt some regret.”

“I did. Thinking all this is thanks to Star Stealer Sol, it’s upsetting.”

Teest’s hand stopped moving, and Nol felt a subtle shift in weight. Teest relaxed some strength, laying more of his weight on Nol.

“But now I have great power, a steady supply of stable prey, and three homes. How does that saying go… Hm, I’m doing very well.”

“The Mad Monk I know should be greedier.” Nol’s hand reached for his chest, covering Teest’s hand. “Don’t forget how we won our way here.”

Teest puzzledly caressed the white fabric, then suddenly, he realized something, his eyes brightening.

The Flama family’s tragic death was witnessed by many, followed by an investigation by the Temple of Life. In the end, the bones of the family of five were displayed in the destroyed courtyard, visible to all passersby.

Fate was inescapable. They couldn’t change that.

But it was precisely by tearing through fate that they reached this point today.

If, just if. They spent countless hours fully understanding the Flama family. They would know the Flama family’s joys and sorrows, their habitual details, and their most natural reactions when faced with mortal danger.

Just by creating perfectly identical flesh puppets and prearranging the most perfect reactions, even if many familiar neighbors witnessed it, even if high-ranking Temple officials performed the autopsy, no one would notice anything unusual.

In that case, Nol could seal them into the system a few hours before the Flama family was massacred, until the day everything ended.

Teest buried his nose in Nol’s shoulder, taking a deep breath.

“True to my knight, it seems you’ve guessed.” Nol softly said, “Unlike with Little Piel, deceiving fate this time will be very, very difficult, needing a considerable amount of time… but it’s worth the challenge.”

“Praise you, my generous Master.” Teest tightened his arms, biting Nol’s ear. His God was indeed a genius at exploiting loopholes… No, he should say, “a true God” ought to create such miracles.

Amid the rustling of fabric, Teest’s hair fell over. One hand propped Nol’s face as he gazed down at Nol’s smile.

“One last question.” Teest slowly fastened Nol’s left hand, feeling the firm ring.

“Why?” Everything seemed perfect.

Teest knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it spoken—

‘Because I hope you can have a goal again, a far-reaching goal that can ignite your eyes,’ Nol thought.

‘Because I want to embark on a journey with you again, a journey with a common destination,’ Nol thought.

‘Because I don’t want you to have the slightest disappointment in my world,’ Nol thought.

“Do you still have to ask?”

Nol’s body shifted slightly and a will-o’-wisp lit up the room. The blue roses by the bed flickered like flames.

“Today we swore an oath, Mr. God of Vows.”

To love each other deeply, support each other, give each other the best smiles. And it never ends.

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Then they went crazy (details omitted)

The next side story will be a wedding on Earth! One ceremony in each hometown, suddenly going local… The Earth wedding will definitely be lively!

Lord Nol is still that Nol who can’t stand a single flaw, highly rated by the Mad Monk.

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Where can I find the omitted details? …Just a note, Nian Zhong doesn’t write smut (probably).

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Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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

Chapter 246: The Meaning of the Name

“Miss Perra.”

Mr. Drake Kando slammed his hand on the table edge, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “This is the fourth time you’ve left crumbs after dessert… How curious. I thought you had your body back, or is the part below your neck still dead?”

Perradat shifted her gaze slowly. “Dusty used to feed me. What god cleans up after eating? You’re being rather harsh…”

“Poor Miss Dusty.” Drake’s smile was polite and his pace of speaking was unchanged. “She requested a transfer in the fifth year after the Divine War. Let me guess, Miss Dusty couldn’t return home, and with you haunting her with your antics, she had to compromise and adopt a new belief—she must have had another faith before, right?”

“At least it was a lifesaving grace. Believing in me isn’t a problem.” Perradat’s gaze wandered. “But what about you and this ‘Miss Perra’? I’ve always felt something off about you. How can you call a god without their full name?”

“I’ve never had faith in you nor do I plan to believe in any god.” Drake snapped his fingers, and the crumbs on the table instantly vanished. “Loyalty and faith are entirely different matters.”

Perradat retorted, “Lord Nol would be sad to hear that.”

Drake replied, “He would only be sad if I truly worshiped him as a god.”

Now, his interactions with Nol were no different from when he was known as “Kando”. Nol seemed quite happy, never putting on airs of superiority.

“Even that lunatic Teest believes in Nol.” Perradat’s gaze drifted to the other end of the room.

“That’s because Nol indulges someone’s twisted thoughts.” Drake scoffed coldly. “Whereas I am relatively sane, Miss Perra.”

“I’m at least the third most powerful god in Tahe. You should show me more respect!” Perradat rolled her eyes in frustration. “But speaking of names, there’s something I’ve been pondering lately… Eugene firmly believes Painter is an incarnation of the God of Life, right?”

“So?” Drake’s cold smile faded, and his tone turned curiously gossipy.

“You see,” Perradat leaned in mysteriously, “when Eugene prays, he always calls out to ‘the Supreme Lady Tilia’. But when he sees Painter, he still calls him ‘Painter’. Normally, shouldn’t he call him ‘Tilia’?”

“Maybe it’s just habit,” Drake said uncertainly. “But now that you mention it… I thought that guy would be more obsessed with Painter, yet his demeanor is quite proper now.”

“Fanatics are truly unpredictable.”

“Indeed…”

As the two continued their whispered conversation, a figure approached from behind. Perradat and Drake both jolted, and when they realized it was Painter, they both relaxed.

“Why do you look so tired?” Painter asked. “Who are you guys on guard against?”

“Who else but Teest,” Perradat said, looking around cautiously.

“Lord Teest and Lord Nol have gone to Earth.” Painter pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m the one you’ve been gossiping about behind my back. You two could be a bit more nervous.”

“Then I’ll ask directly.” Drake crossed his arms, unapologetically inquisitive. “You’ve been living in Paradise for so long, why hasn’t Eugene started calling you ‘Tilia’?”

Painter’s tired expression eased slightly. His lips twitched as he gave a complicated look. “…You two don’t think that kid is actually worshiping me, do you?”

“Isn’t he? He insists you’re an incarnation of God,” Perradat leaned in curiously.

“I’m actually not that interested in power, even the authority that was given to me by Lord Nol.”

Painter pulled up a chair to sit down. “I once thought about handing over the ‘Tilia’ role to Miss Perradat once the Temple of Life was back on track.”

Perradat’s eyes widened, her face barely hiding her anticipation. “If you insist, I have no objections…”

“But then you would be attacked by that kid. Your character and actions wouldn’t match his ideal image of ‘Tilia’.” Painter sighed heavily. “Have you forgotten how Enbillick lost his head?”

Perradat slowly recoiled.

“Even I, if I did something out of line with the ‘Tilia’ concept, would surely suffer.” Painter spread his hands helplessly. “If he were just a human, I’d just have to endure until his death. Now… haa.”

“Such a troublesome guy,” Perradat muttered.

“It’s your fault for not making it clear.” Drake mocked mercilessly. “If you had told him from the start, ‘Dad hopes you won’t be too fanatical, be mentally normal, and go out to make some friends,’ there probably wouldn’t be so many issues.”

“But now he still firmly believes you’re Tilia, so he should call you ‘Tilia’, right?”

“Maybe I’m not perfect enough as a god,” Painter mused.

After all, even if he slightly deviated from the perfect image of “Tilia”, Eugene probably wouldn’t harm him… Just like when Eugene firmly believed “Painter betrayed the Temple”, the boy didn’t kill him for “Tilia”.

Maybe the kid has kept calling him “Painter” just to keep something purely human in that name. Who knows?

From now on, he would only strive to be an ideal “God of Life”.

“Speaking of names,” Painter poured himself some lemon water, “Lord Nol and Lord Teest have time traveled so many times. They definitely know Teest’s real name, but they haven’t changed how they address him.”

After the tragedy of the Flama family, all records about Teest were erased. Even Painter didn’t know the true name of the youngest son of the Flama family. To be honest, he was a bit curious.

Yet those two, even in Paradise, still maintained the name “Teest”.

“It does make one very curious,” Perradat said seriously, “but I don’t dare ask. Maybe you should, Drake? For the sake of Lord Nol’s face, Lord Teest won’t make it too hard for you.”

“I value my second life very much,” Drake said slowly.

Painter added, “I wonder how Lord Nol will handle the ‘name’. I heard that this trip to Earth, they’re creating an earthling identity for Lord Teest.”

Perradat interjected, “Don’t rush to change the subject. Painter, why don’t you ask? Aren’t you good at talking?”

“I, for one, also value my second life quite dearly…”

……

Earth, at the Xu family residence.

Nol’s hands trembled slightly as he took several deep breaths in front of the ID card. Although he was mentally prepared, returning to Earth still didn’t allow him to commit crimes openly…

He had boldly spoken of forging documents, but creating fake IDs seemed to violate the Criminal Code.

Teest sat on Nol’s bed, flipping through the Criminal Code with interest, observing Nol’s increasingly pale complexion.

“You know, if you wanted, you could cause incredible destruction.” Teest twirled a strand of his hair. “Even if you wanted to declare yourself a god here, I would help you… Lord Nol, to think a mere card could confine you.”

“You don’t understand.”

Nol, who had abided by the law for many years, clutched his head. “It’s a matter of principle.”

“Forget about humans. You’ve even killed gods in Tahe.” Teest deliberately rustled the pages of the Criminal Code loudly.

“…It’s a matter of principle…” Nol’s voice wavered.

As the standoff between the two gods continued, Nol’s phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, Nol sharply inhaled. “Hello, Officer Luo?”

“The issue with the neighbors has been resolved. Thanks to you, it went smoothly,” Rosen’s cheerful voice came through the phone. “How have you been recently? …You haven’t been up to any mischief, have you?”

Nol’s eyes darted around, and his voice suddenly became sharp. “Mischief? You’re joking. How could I possibly engage in mischief?”

Officer Luo’s voice paused meaningfully for two seconds. “I meant Teest.”

“Oh, oh, no worries. I’ll keep an eye on him,” Nol responded numbly.

Teest chuckled, shaking the Criminal Code even louder.

It seemed when guilty, his husband’s ability to lie was zero, which was quite endearing.

“…By the way, Officer Luo, do you know how to reissue an ID for someone without one?” After a while, Nol still asked, frowning, “The complicated kind of undocumented—you know who.”

Officer Luo: “……”

Five days later.

“You still chose to obey the law. Impressive,” Teest commented as he tied up his magically disguised black hair, clicking his tongue.

“Name.” Nol muttered.

“Hm?”

“The details for reissuing the ID have all been arranged by Officer Luo,” Nol said. “Only the name is left. You need an earthling name.”

Teest’s playful expression softened a bit. “I’m getting more and more names. It feels quite nice. You pick one, honey.”

Nol paused, looking into those soft golden eyes. To think of a meaningful name…

The name Teest carried memories of Teest’s family, and he didn’t want to use it casually. If he was to find meaning in another name…

“By the way.” Teest suddenly leaned closer, wrapping an arm around Nol’s shoulder. “Last time we went back, we agreed. My true name can only be known and called by you.”

“I remember.”

Nol looked down. “I just want to borrow the meaning of that name.”

During their last visit to the past, they overheard a conversation between the pregnant Mrs. Flama and a neighbor.

“…Isn’t this name nice?” Mrs. Flama, touching her belly, smiled brightly. “My grandfather taught me this word. In ancient Wilder, it means ‘companionship’ and ‘moving forward together’.”

“It’s suitable whether it’s a boy or girl.”

Indeed, it was a gentle and good name.

Adding the Flama surname… Nol opened the notes app on his phone, hesitated for a moment, and crisply typed a name.

“How about this?”

“Hmm.” Teest tilted his head to look. “I don’t really have a concept of names here. But since you chose it, it must be the best.”

“Flattering, Mr. Feng.” Nol ruffled Teest’s hair.

He set down his phone on the table, the screen still not turned off. In the notes app, the name “Feng Yuxing*” lay quietly.

*The name broken down refers to two things.  [Feng] (封) has many meanings such as to envelope, seal, close, but in this context, it refers to god (referencing [Feng Shan] (封禪) and [Feng Shen] (封神) essentially creation of a god (i.e. deification). [Yu] (与) with, together; [Xing] (行) action (in this case moving forward like on a journey or path), so Yuxing together would mean moving forward/onward together. Combined Feng refers to Teest’s apotheosis (becoming a god) and Yuxing journeying in life together (with Nol), reflecting the meaning of his “real name” given by his mother. Quite apt.

Soon, Teest would have an official identity. Nol sincerely hoped that this ID wouldn’t first be used at the police station.

“Teest.”

“Honey?”

“Let’s buy a cake to celebrate.”

“Ah, that fruit cake from last time was quite good.”

In an ordinary room, an ordinary day was about to begin.

The author has something to say:

Filling in the little gap about the name!

Teest’s true name, in the end, is only known by Nol lol.

A little romance for the couple!

Everyone can let their imaginations run wild lol.

Next extra will be the couple’s wedding!

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