Escape From the Asylum Ch133

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 133

In this time and space, the time had reached 1:10 in the morning.

Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou stopped 300 meters away from the Red God Inn because the Red Gods, Amei and Alayne, stopped and turned their heads to look at them.

Perhaps the inn and a certain power of the Red Gods were closely related, so that when they were near the inn, the Red Gods could sense their presence.

When their gazes met Zhou and Bai, both Amei and Alayne showed murderous intent.

Before they could act, Zhou Qian spoke while stepping down from Bai Zhou’s back. Looking at the two ladies, he said, “You should be chasing after Difu. You should be able to feel her power, right?”

Alayne extended her hand, and the lotus in her palm gathered and dispersed, but soon it gathered again, about to strike Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou.

Bai Zhou quickly drew his Tang sword, but Zhou Qian pressed down on his wrist and looked at Alayne again.

As the red lotus was about to burst into bloom in mid-air, Zhou Qian timely asked, “Has Difu’s power increased?”

Indeed, Alayne countered, “How do you know?”

“You really don’t remember me. I snatched your handkerchief when you were eight,” Zhou Qian said.

“Handkerchief? Are you talking about the one used for Samhain…” Alayne’s gaze was quite cold. “No, I have never seen you before.”

“That’s because, under the curse of Difu’s power, you remember nothing. Or should I put it another way—” Zhou Qian looked at Amei. “Actually, it’s your curse. You once cursed that everyone in the village would die. Now, Alayne has killed everyone, and it seems that everything has come true. But in fact, one person is still alive.”

His gaze then shifted back to Alayne. Zhou Qian said with a smile, “You haven’t died yet.”

Hearing this, Alayne’s expression became more serious, and her complexion was slightly pale. Zhou Qian smiled and said, “Time has actually gone much farther than you think. The fate of Nameless Village and yours has been predetermined, and everything that should happen has already happened. The ‘you’ now is actually still living in the ‘past’ you. You can’t know your ‘future’ fate.”

“Although you are the killing intent sent by the gods to the human world, essentially, you are the same as us, all human. Even if we have great power, we cannot transcend time.”

Changing the topic, Zhou Qian continued, “But Amei and Difu are different. Heaven, the human world, and hell make up the three dimensions of this world. We are in the human world, so we can’t escape the time of the human world.”

“But Amei and Difu aren’t mortals; they can stand outside of time to watch us and move freely within our time.”

“That’s why you want to use Amei and her inn to find Difu’s whereabouts. Without the Red God Inn, a medium that transcends worlds and time, you would have no idea where Difu is.”

Many gamblers in the hall seemed not to understand Zhou Qian’s words at this point.

[Wait, after checking my notes… After the handkerchief tossing game, 137 went to keep watch, while Zhou Qian and the others returned to the second floor of the inn to stay. Then Red God Amei went to find Difu, saying she wanted to curse everyone in the village to die. She specifically mentioned that she was different from the Red Gods. She couldn’t stand outside of time!]

[Right, then Amei can’t traverse time! Since she went to the inn to find Difu to curse everyone in the village to death, how could she be from the future and know they all died?]

[But what Qian Ge said also makes sense. Have you guys noticed that there haven’t been many ghosts along the way? Could they have gone to a different time and space?]

[I’ve been wanting to say, this village isn’t very big, but theoretically, there should be many people from other worlds. It turns out they went to Nameless Village in different times and spaces, so they’re dispersed and can’t meet…]

[Hey, actually, there’s no need to analyze this. Amei herself has already admitted to Alayne that her inn can indeed track Difu. So, just like Qian Ge analyzed before, the Red God Inn also exists in multiple time-space dimensions, and Amei, like Difu, can freely traverse time and space!]

[So what exactly happened that night at the inn? Amei’s words and her abilities contradict each other! She clearly said she couldn’t stand outside of time. This means she stayed in the time space where Ab and others were still alive, so she cursed them all to die…]

[I got it! There are two possibilities—]

[First, the conversation between Amei and Difu that night didn’t happen in real-time in the inn’s hall!]

[Amei must have gone to the inn to find Difu before, to talk about cursing the whole village.]

[The conversation we and Qian Ge heard might just be because Difu “played” back a conversation she had with Amei at some point in the past through the statue’s eyes, specifically for the players to “hear”!]

[As for Difu’s purpose, of course, it was to make the players doubt Nameless Village, then hate the villagers, and even lie to find out everything. These are the negative factors Difu needed.]

[Do you remember, Hidden Blade Boss said Difu’s attitude towards players was “chaotic”. She had no murderous intent towards them. Now I understand. She indeed had no direct murderous intent at that time. After all, living people can provide negative emotions for her to feed on!]

[Wait, let me interrupt. Your answer has a bug. At that time, Amei was already speaking in an incomprehensible language, indicating she had become a Red God. If she is a Red God, not belonging to the human world, and can transcend time, why would she say she can’t stand outside of time?]

[That leaves only the second possibility—Amei was lying.]

[Damn, I also realized, there’s only one answer that explains everything that night—Amei said that deliberately. She was misleading the players!]

[Isn’t it? How could two such powerful gods, able to exist beyond human dimensions, not know the players were ‘eavesdropping’? Amei did it on purpose!]

[Shit, holy shit, so Amei has always been Difu’s person?!]

In the game.

Looking at Zhou Qian, Alayne said, “I of course know they can traverse time and space. But what about you? If you are also a mortal and cannot ‘transcend time’, how did you travel from what you call ‘my future’ to ‘my present’?”

Zhou Qian said, “You already understand Difu well. You know she has a magical tool, right? It’s the statue at the village entrance. We were brought here from your ‘future’ to this moment by her using that magical tool. I know her power has increased because the ‘betrayal’ she anticipated happened.”

“Difu brought us back to the past of Nameless Village using the magical tool, to let us feel the betrayal of the villagers and then generate hatred and slaughter, so that she can absorb power from it.”

“Now she has sent our companions to different times and spaces, aiming to further provoke our mutual betrayal. As far as I know, my companions died because of her design. So, we should cooperate.”

At this point, Zhou Qian’s eyes glinted in the night, as if he was making an irresistible proposition.

His expression wasn’t that of someone seeking to survive from a powerful person, nor was it negotiating; rather, he was making a demand.

“Alayne, if my companions continue to betray each other, Difu will become stronger. Consequently, your chances of winning will decrease. Therefore, the first thing you need to do is help me find out where my companions are in the vastness of time and space.”

“In return, we will help you. We can not only help you deal with Difu but also help you steal the ‘Key to Freedom’. After all, we are deserters from the Land of Silence. We know it very well. As for Amei…”

“Amei can’t be trusted…” Zhou Qian hadn’t finished speaking when a sudden change occurred—

Countless red and white ghostly auras rapidly gathered together, aiming not at Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou, but striking at Alayne’s back!

By the time Alayne reacted and turned her head, it was already too late. But fortunately, a flash of sword light zipped past her spine even faster, acting like an indestructible wall, pushing all the ghostly auras away.

Alayne was half a step slow, not because she lacked power, but because she truly did not want to believe that Amei would make such a move!

Amei stood on Difu’s side. For this, even though Zhou Qian had hinted at it, knowing rationally was one thing, but actually seeing it was another.

Alayne incredulously looked at Amei. “You…”

Responding to her was Zhou Qian’s ruthless words. “She has been cooperating with Difu for many years—even her inn enshrines Difu’s idol.”

“Do you really think she would believe you with just a few words?”

“She probably wants to find an opportunity to deal with you later, or simply throw you into the vortex of time, trapping you forever. Unfortunately, I’ve told you the truth ahead of time, so she had to take action. Anyway, she won’t help you steal the key. You can only rely on us now.”

Alayne didn’t pay attention to Zhou Qian, just continued to look at Amei. “You…”

“I have enough reason to hate the villagers. But you don’t. At least you shouldn’t hate to the extent of slaughtering the village. You say you are the killing intent sent by the gods—I believe this. Now you can kill the villagers in the name of the gods, and in the future, you can also kill me and the spirits living in my inn in the name of the gods.”

Amei said. “So I have a need to cooperate with Difu.”

Seeing a subtle expression emerge on Alayne’s face, Amei continued, “Additionally, regarding everything you said, I don’t agree. Regarding what I’ve experienced, maybe Difu is a disaster, or perhaps she played a role in exacerbating the situation, but in fact, the real betrayal and hatred come from my home and country.”

“Difu came to the human world with evil intentions, perhaps similar in nature to earthquakes, tsunamis, and diseases. But as a god, she’s too powerful. She doesn’t need to betray me. If she can’t absorb power through me, she would simply find the next person. She doesn’t need to betray me.”

“Those who would betray me are always humans.”

Alayne was almost startled by these words. “What about you? Aren’t your current actions a betrayal of me?”

Amei was silent for a while before saying, “No. You and I were never on the same side. Maybe I was human once. But now, I am a Red God from another realm. I will forever hate humans, including you. Even if you were born with inhuman power.”

After saying this, Amei turned around and walked towards the inn. Her speed was very fast, but the red lotus was faster.

Red, silk-like petals quickly wrapped around her wrists, ankles, and neck.

But that was all.

The petals didn’t twist her head off like they did with the villagers. The flower just took root, trapping Amei in place.

Afterward, Alayne finally looked at Zhou Qian, yet didn’t speak, as if still weighing something.

Zhou Qian said, “Lies and betrayal will increase Difu’s power. If Amei betrayed you, you could feel Difu’s power increasing, right? But at this moment, my words haven’t increased her power. So, you know I’m not lying.”

Alayne didn’t respond, but her complexion turned even paler.

Good. It seemed that in these few seconds, no one else nearby had lied, so Difu’s power had indeed not increased, allowing him to fully convince Alayne.

With this thought, Zhou Qian fixed his eyes on Alayne’s and continued, “Whether it’s the Tartar Inn opened by Difu at the village entrance or the Red God Inn that connects two worlds, they both hide the secrets of time and space. They are the link points of the three dimensions in this world.”

“You should now fully believe me. Once we enter the Red God Inn, perhaps with the effect of all dimensions being interconnected and various times and spaces linked, you will remember everything—

“You will remember that I once stole your handkerchief, that my companions had kept watch for you.”

“You might also remember your future.”

At this point, Zhou Qian paused, and his eyes gave a meaningful look before he continued, “For example, in your future, like the other villagers, you also died.”

Just at this moment, from the direction of the inn with the bright red sign, suddenly came a familiar voice.

This even surprised Zhou Qian—

Looking towards the voice, he immediately saw He Xiaowei running towards him.

“Qian’er! Is it really you?! This isn’t an illusion, right?!”

“I have a big discovery to tell you!”

“Remember Beilan? There’s a problem with his identity! A big problem! Totally unexpected!”


The author has something to say:

To prevent everyone from forgetting, Beilan is Amei’s childhood sweetheart. They were forcibly separated.


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Full Server First Kill Ch233

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 233: God’s Gold Wheel

It was a bug.

Logically, the stats he gained through [Fallen Death] shouldn’t be affected by [Physical Destruction]. Previously, the best Nol expected was just “to recover the suppressed stats, with values twice as strong as before”.

However, due to the insufficient details in the descriptions of [Supreme Blessing] and [Physical Destruction], Nol wasn’t sure if the curse could be removed smoothly. Using it rashly might just waste a rare item, and his curse would remain unshaken.

Thus, Nol first gave the [Supreme Blessing] to Teest, along with Teest’s own pendant that “exempts all abnormal states”, ensuring the successful removal of the curse.

Nol carefully explained the above plan to his companions.

Nol was cautious. This time, there was no existing bug for him to exploit. He had to anticipate the worst-case scenario and steadily win the battle.

Who would have thought the system itself had stumbled into a colossal bug!

Nol had never felt like this before. System errors popped up non-stop, wildly pouring power into his body. In a trance, through the system, he could feel the entire world.

Around his neck, the two-colored bead on the pendant floated up, emitting a faint glow.

[Administrator power standards achieved.]

[Loading developer permissions…]

[Integrating permission fragments…]

[Fantasy “Playing House” permissions integrated.]

[Novel “Armored Holy Throne” permissions integrated.]

[Game “Prosperous Shopkeeper” permissions integrated.]

[…Abnormal permission fragments integration complete…]

With a snap, the bead from the destroyed worlds shattered into powder, turning into countless warm light spots. They circled Nol for a moment before gently dissipating into the night.

That feeling of “being connected to the world” became increasingly clear, as if the planet was embedded in his flesh.

[Game “Tahe World” permissions integrating]

[“Tahe World” permissions incomplete. Integration failed.]

[Recommendation: Eliminate illegal invaders. Retrieve your authority.]

“That’s what I’m planning to do,” Nol said silently.

As flesh tendrils exploded near him within two seconds, more crowded in. Nol casually glanced at them and swiftly adjusted his plan—

Beat them down.

Beat them decisively, professionally, with the ferocity of a storm, giving no chance for escape. Nol, usually a mage, wasn’t skilled in close combat, but he possessed the most destructive knight in the world.

Nol raised his hand, and blue fire instantly climbed the flesh tendrils, burning the “shell” disguised as the night sky. The night shattered, and the fake night sky turned into a sea of fire.

Nol, with back against the burning sky, smiled down at someone below—

“Teest!”

……

Flames rose all around, and Teest’s mind went blank for a moment.

Without needing to check the panel, he could feel Nol’s terrifying power surge. The God of Creation, previously within reach, suddenly returned to divine heights. Once again, that person shone a light bright enough to ignite him.

Still so brilliant, he thought.

The path of the Mad Monk had reached its end, and a new signpost emerged. How could he lag far behind his God? Teest stretched out his hand joyously—

“Teest!”

Listen, Nol was calling him.

The next second, Teest soared into the sky, happily grabbing Nol’s wrist. His toes touched Nol’s, and his sword still blazed with striking golden flames.

“I think it’s time we committed a crime together,” Nol whispered. “Teach me, love.”

“Of course, honey.”

Within five meters, Teest’s burning golden threads wrapped around Star Stealer Sol, the flames searing the flesh. Those golden threads traced beautiful, precise “auxiliary lines”, and Nol’s magic followed suit.

25%, 22%, 19%…

On the other side, soft golden threads wound around Nol’s wrists, ankles, and waist. They moved lightly like the wind, helping Nol adjust to the most comfortable attack position. Occasionally, their palms brushed, fingertips touched, as if they were dancing in the air.

17%, 12%, 7%…

The health of Star Stealer Sol plummeted. The Players didn’t care about those two unusual figures. All eyes were glued to the Boss’ health bar. The blue fire cracked the heavens, exposing more of the monster’s body, and the Players’ assaults grew more frantic, nearly tearing it apart with their teeth.

Tendril-like flesh limbs thrashed around, and black-red magic poured from the sky. However, the rate of Player deaths had dropped significantly—

In the most intense battle zone, a young man with pale golden hair appeared silently. Numerous space fire circles opened and closed, shifting lethal attacks for the Players or moving the injured to floating islands.

Beside him, Anakin continually cast recovery spells, and Solo, with eyes closed, threw support spells nonstop.

Real or fake Drake? NPC or Player? At this moment, no Player cared.

Those who came to help, whether human or dog, were friends now. They only knew that someone had launched a terrifying burst of power, making the Boss’ health bar plummet dramatically!

In this situation, there was no need for command. Everyone knew what to do—squeeze out the last bit of strength and maximize output!

Under the shattered sky, amid the dragon’s roars, Players surged like moths to a flame, rushing towards the unreachable high heavens. No one noticed the many strangely shaped bosses that had appeared on the edge of the battlefield, adding bricks and mortar to the New Year’s fireworks-like magical assault.

5%.

Star Stealer Sol tried to restrain Nol with its massive body.

“Expel!” Teest laughed.

The pressing flesh was immediately repelled by an invisible force, flung far away. Nol took the opportunity to twist his body and punched it into a pulp.

“This is my territory, recognized by the system,” he said.

4%.

Nol grabbed Teest’s white armor, shielding him from a wave of deadly magical strikes. Ominous magic exploded on him, only succeeding in blasting open the back of his clothes.

[HP – 0]

The sky was filled with blue flames, shaking more and more intensely. Star Stealer Sol’s body writhed rapidly, unsure whether it wanted to move away from the rift or abandon Tahe.

But that didn’t matter.

Teest hooked Nol’s waist, and the two elegantly switched positions. A wave of golden flames blasted back the way it came, piercing through the massive body opposite of them.

3%.

[I surrender!] A sharp, booming voice exploded directly in their minds. [I am willing to return the permissions immediately. We can talk—]

2%.

[You taught me a lot, Enbillick,] Nol said amid the fireworks-like spread of magical attacks, pausing briefly. [The most important of which is: whatever you say, not a word can be trusted.]

1%.

At the very end, Nol touched the spot over his heart, stopping the storm-like magic. He moved close to Teest, his left hand touching the other’s hand holding his sword.

The sword, previously burning with golden flames, now blazed with blue fire, merging into pure white.

Teest looked at Nol. His God nodded and slightly opened his mouth—the gold wheel engraved with five names lay on Nol’s tongue.

The Mad Monk’s gaze shifted from curiosity to realization, and finally to unprecedented sweet delight.

Nol flew behind him, his hands on his shoulders. Burgeoning power swirled around them, silver-white hair fluttering in the wind.

Nol’s power encircled the “Betrayer” while Teest provided both golden fire and the black power of corruption, brutally squeezed together.

Perhaps because the ancient Demon King’s permissions had completely disappeared, perhaps due to the influence of the Creator’s authority, or perhaps because the owner of the power was too excited—the black corruption and golden flames merged into one, hissing like iron being quenched.

The dark colors burned out and the golden flames became more intense, turning into pure gold in the shape of flames. The flames changed from scorching hot to ice cold, writhing like living things, emitting an incredibly dangerous aura.

[Everything is the arrangement of fate.] The Mad Monk shrugged.

[Wait—] Star Stealer Sol’s body convulsed violently. It seemed to want to escape this world but was stuck to the fake sky, unable to break free immediately.

[Get out of my world,] Nol said.

The night sky split into two as if the light of day lit up.

Star Stealer Sol’s health bar instantly bottomed out, its body frozen mid-air like a specimen. The tendrils that had whipped at Players now hung limply, broken and pudding-like. The sharp screeches in Nol’s mind stopped. The magic fluctuations belonging to Star Stealer Sol rapidly faded.

The False God was dead. Its massive remains lost support and pressed into the still-burning night sky, creating more rifts. Black-red flesh fell along the edges of the rifts as the false sky cracked open. The whole world seemed to be trembling.

Nol gripped Teest’s shoulders. Teest didn’t turn back. The “Betrayer” in his hand was still emitting white light.

What a long journey.

Nol closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Like a chick breaking out of its shell, the sky completely shattered. The writhing chunks of flesh and hard shell fragments fell toward the ground. But the moment they crossed the cloud layer, whether the ugly chunks of corpse or the burning shell, all turned into colorful, beautiful confetti.

This was the privilege of the Creator.

[Illegal intruders eliminated.]

[Integrating game “Tahe World” permissions.]

[Integrating developer permissions.]

[Permission integration 100%.]

[Successfully created “world” authority.]

[Successfully returned “world” authority.]

……

[Execution complete.]

System prompts sounded one after another. Countless warm streams flowed in his veins. The world authority called the “System” integrated into his body. Nol knew he could use it at will—the feeling was a bit strange, like leading an overly obedient puppy.

Nol raised his hand, issuing the first command exclusive to the “God of Creation”.

[The new Demon King has been killed.]

[Main Quest completed.]

Above the celebratory rain of confetti, a huge system popup appeared.

[Congratulations to all for reaching the end of the journey. Rewards will be settled within 3 days. Please look forward to it.]

Nol embraced the gasping Teest, maintaining a stealthy state, overlooking the Players frozen in place. Hesitating a few seconds, he finally added the long-overdue words—

[Welcome to Tahe.]

Behind the popup, the real sky emerged. At this moment, the stars faded. The dawn stained the sky a dream-like light purple.

Players looked up together as colorful confetti drifted down, like an overly beautiful dream.

At the same time, Teest, exhausted, hung on Nol, savoring the thrill of killing Star Stealer Sol. He felt like he was back twelve years ago, when he killed his first high-ranking member of the Eternal Church.

Too bad the cathedral in the Holy Land burned down, and the square was destroyed in an instant. Otherwise, displaying the remains of Star Stealer Sol would have been quite a spectacle. Just the thought gave him goosebumps.

Teest glanced at Nol unconsciously.

Nol was watching the Players on the ground. The mess caused by the war and the beautiful confetti that didn’t match the battlefield was continually falling.

He knew he couldn’t understand Nol’s feelings at that moment. But he was determined not to ruin this significant moment—Teest decided not to disturb Nol and instead admire his spoils and to calm his mood.

A piece of flesh that hadn’t turned into confetti.

It came from Star Stealer Sol’s tendrils, which Teest had prepared earlier. When they returned to the Lost Tower, he could make it into Nol’s breakfast.

The gold wheel was stained with blood and grime.

That was the gift Nol gave him, which he had finally taken back. Star Stealer Sol obviously didn’t cherish it. Teest wiped off the dust, finding many fine scratches on the gold wheel.

As he looked, Teest’s smile vanished.

The gold wheel was stained with a drop of blood. Perhaps because it had once belonged to a False God, Teest couldn’t wipe it off. The bloodstain was precisely on the eye area of the king side face, forming extremely fine traces, like a line of blood tears.

Teest hurriedly flipped the coin over. The tiny scratches between the leaves and the sun were also… very familiar, shockingly so.

The day he was taken away by the Eternal Church, the shop sold its most expensive jewelry. His mother gave him a gold wheel as a gift when she sent him to buy bread.

During the endless darkness that followed, that was the only thing he kept. He had observed it countless times. He could never mistake it.

Just like now.


The author has something to say:

Husband duo fighting!

Let’s send off Star Stealer Sol with drums and gongs.


Kinky Thoughts:

As Nian Zhong continues each novel, I find her writing of action scenes much better and more exhilarating. This whole scenario really drew me in, as if I were actually playing the game myself. It definitely made me reminiscent of my gaming days.


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Full Server First Kill Ch232

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 232: The Golden Finger Returns

When Enbillick came to his senses, it was already too late to save himself. The long sword not only contained the power of the system but also an inexplicable force. His health was plummeting like a burst dam, and he had little time left, let alone the ability to reverse time in a headless form.

His carefully crafted avatar was destroyed just like that.

[Enbillick Alva [Avatar] – Temporary System Administrator]

[HP: 2,540/35,634,800 | MP: 99,453/1,218,500]

[Star Stealer Sol – Temporary System Administrator]

[HP: 310,656,310/999,999,999 | MP: 250,870,010/999,999,999]

With only a third of his original body’s health remaining, dwelling on the avatar was pointless. The moment the avatar perished, the curse would find the nearest person to him. Unfortunately, he was immobilized now, and Teest didn’t seem inclined to come any closer.

Killing Eugene Malloy wouldn’t be too bad either. There was something seriously wrong with that damn guy’s head. After this battle, Eugene would certainly no longer be of use to him. On the bright side, he had considered various contingencies, including “loss of the avatar without killing the target”.

His main body was still intact.

His recent battle with Teest reaffirmed that the opponent was as skilled as he had anticipated. The situation was still somewhat under his control.

After returning to his main body, he planned to quickly eliminate Teest or Nol—preferably Nol—then use the system to distract the stirring Players, avoiding direct confrontation. His priority was survival.

Survival aside, Star Stealer Sol had no intention of fleeing Tahe.

Leaving would mean abandoning all system-related privileges. After three worlds worth of effort, he had finally secured a stable position in Tahe. He was on the brink of success. There was no reason to give up now.

Thinking this, Star Stealer Sol felt irritated.

He flipped through his shattered eyeball and decisively withdrew from the avatar. Let the curse play with those who desecrate God!

Enbillick’s flesh had just collapsed, and the ground corruption surged to wrap around the corpse. Teest, remembering Nol’s speculation—that Star Stealer Sol surely had a backup plan—decided to destroy his body first and absolutely remotely.

Dark corruption rushed forward, and Eugene instinctively stepped back two paces. Accompanied by a chilling hissing sound, Enbillick’s remains quickly dissolved. Several clumps of black corruption formed hand shapes, meticulously searching through Enbillick’s blood-stained money pouch.

Should he leave some blood for Nol to drink?

Teest thought as he swiftly dealt with the body and searched for “God’s Gold Wheel” stolen by Enbillick.

Found it. He successfully sensed Nol’s presence on one of the gold wheels. Teest joyfully recalled the corruption and was just about to leave—

“Be careful!”

Painter was the first to shout out.

From where Enbillick’s flesh had vanished, a half-human-high eerie red shadow slowly rose, resembling a cloud of blood mist. At the same time, Eugene coughed twice. A circular wound appeared on his forehead. Blood flowed from the fine wound, running down his eyebrows and nose.

The half-human-high red shadow, like a shark smelling blood, rapidly charged towards Eugene. Eugene reflexively raised his shield, and Painter’s high-level dispel skill descended from above. The red shadow ghostly passed through the light and shield, its movement unimpeded.

Eugene had to quickly retreat, managing to create some distance. The red shadow spread its arms wide, still closely following.

“It’s a curse!” Healer Anakin shouted as she displayed the pop-up she saw. “’The Flawless can actively identify abnormal statuses on the target!”

The blood-red popup wobbled, its text varying in size—

[Status: Curse “Blasphemy [Undispellable]” permanently activated]

[※Blasphemy: You have committed an unforgivable great sin. Your crime will forever follow you, embrace you, and you are destined to stop breathing under the curse of God.]

Oh, what a troublesome thing.

Regarding the current situation, Teest could guess a thing or two. Star Stealer Sol, possessing half the system’s authority, couldn’t operate outside the system’s rules. He hadn’t used this curse against them earlier, probably because the trigger cost was too steep.

This curse was far stronger than they had anticipated, but fortunately, Nol had prepared a solution in advance. Teest touched his pendant, where Nol had given him the “solution” just in case.

It was a quill they had taken from Ship Island.

[Supreme Blessing: Removes all known curses. ※Single-use only]

If Teest hadn’t used it yet, it still had a more important purpose. Teest looked at Eugene, dodging the red shadow in the flames… Hmm, would Nol be upset if Eugene died? How upset would he be?

Damn, and there were four witnesses…

“You go ahead. I have a way.”

Seeing through Teest’s hesitation, Painter suddenly spoke up, his tone as calm as ever. “That guy is returning to his main body, and it must be tough for Lord Nol. ‘Supreme Blessing’ should be used where it’s needed—please make sure to eliminate Star Stealer Sol.”

“Excellent.”

Teest clapped his hands decisively and turned around.

He knew, even if Painter was a rare “Saint” class, he couldn’t remove or transfer such a curse. Otherwise Nol’s [Physical Disruption] would have been saved long ago. But since Painter said he had a way, Teest didn’t plan to be curious.

He walked away without looking back.

“What are you doing?!”

He heard Eugene’s voice, mixed with anxiety and questioning.

“Wait, there must be other ways—”

He heard Anakin’s voice tremble.

“Calm down. If it’s just about creating distance, I can use spatial teleportation to buy time.”

This was Kando. Teest was used to hearing the candle’s noisy voice. Suddenly hearing a different voice took him a half-second to respond.

The cathedral was filled with fire and smoke, with soil and water raining down like stones. The air was hot and murky, mixed with a rich scent of blood. The expensive carvings were scorched black and tilted in all directions, and the exquisite murals were melting and peeling.

The armor decorated at the door was red-hot, and the long sword in its hand fell to the ground with a clang.

An unpleasant sense of familiarity slowed Teest’s steps.

“There are places that need you more.” Painter’s mood seemed quite good. “And the skill has already started. If we interrupt now, we will both die here.”

“I really like this ending—I consciously chose it in a clear state. Personally, saving Mr. Eugene is much more pleasant than being a stepping stone for God.”

Eugene sounded like he had a fishbone stuck in his throat. “Godfrey Painter!”

“Oh, it’s almost over.” Painter’s voice weakened significantly. “…I have to say, I’m sorry, Eugene.”

Teest could guess what Painter was doing. As a “Saint”, he surely had high-level sacrificial skills.

…Such as taking on someone else’s fate of “death”.

Whether it was Painter or Eugene, Teest had no particular feelings about their life or death. Since he was unharmed, whether for the greater good or personal reasons, the [Supreme Blessing] should rather be used on Nol.

With a bang, the chandelier in front of the archway couldn’t withstand the flames and shattered at Teest’s feet.

The burning church, the falling chandelier, the naïve to the point of ridiculous sacrifices.

And Teest, who decisively left.

Perhaps due to the time reversion, the memory from twelve years ago was incredibly vivid. The smell of Evergreen Cathedral burning was strikingly similar to that of the Immortal Church from those years.

For a moment, Teest suddenly felt a strange déjà vu—a thumb-sized Nol anxiously staying by Painter’s side, trying hard to think of ways to save people, unable to be pulled away.

…Haa.

This time, Teest turned back after all.

The red shadow firmly embraced Painter, like a giant human-shaped spider. Painter’s eyes were half-closed, his face pale and white. He tightly grasped Eugene’s wrist while countless new green runes wandered on their skins.

It was unclear whether it was due to the curse or “enforced calm”. Eugene was unconscious by then, but his face was rosy and his breathing even, presumably safe.

Anakin was tearful, frantically casting high-level healing spells on Painter, trying to keep him alive. Drake was silent, channeling mana to Anakin, encouraging her futile actions.

“Move aside.”

Teest pushed Drake aside unceremoniously and stepped in front of Painter.

He kicked Painter’s side lightly with his toe. The body below didn’t react. And Teest was sure, this guy had no heartbeat—his magical connection with Eugene was barely there, just not completely dead yet.

He placed a hand on Painter’s face, pressing his palm against the Former Pope’s nose. Countless golden threads pierced into Painter’s skin, traveling through his flesh, focusing where the red shadow touched Painter.

They rooted like tendrils into Painter’s skin within the red shadow, seeming to add a set of pure golden neural networks to that shadow. The red shadow twitched unnaturally, looking more like a spider.

“Can you save him?” Anakin almost bit her tongue.

“Of course not. This is a system curse.” Teest scoffed. “I can only use the power of ‘destruction’ to hold it back a bit longer. There’s no guarantees.”

Ensuring the red shadow no longer moved, Teest decisively broke Painter’s hand. “Ben, take him. Kando, open the portal!”

The shadow wolf leaped out from Drake’s shadow, grabbing Painter in its mouth. Drake looked at Teest somewhat unexpectedly, not reacting for a moment. “Painter is already…”

“His magic hasn’t failed yet. The system hasn’t completely classified him as dead.”

Teest impatiently pointed to the green runes on Painter’s right hand, which were gradually fading. “If you ask a few more questions, he’ll definitely die—let me go to Nol’s side!”

As Drake shut his mouth, a ring of fire lit up. The Mad Monk exhaled, grabbed the wolf, and crossed through space.

……

Nol was in a good mood.

The Saints, Amazon, and Dragon Clan—three of the strongest groups in the world were relentlessly bombarding him. Star Stealer Sol’s health bar visibly shortened. The more Nol roared in fury, the more the Players ignored him. The more he tried to stop the Players, the harder they hit Star Stealer Sol’s main body.

It was fantastic, and if it weren’t for the serious situation, Nol felt like he was part of a rock band’s cheer squad.

The wonderful experience continued until Star Stealer Sol’s health dropped to 33%.

Suddenly, the four wandering eyeballs froze and turned towards Nol. Star Stealer Sol’s counterattack became fierce in an instant, with countless black and red beams bombarding the ground, and in a moment, two dragons were pierced through their magical armor and fell from the sky.

Here it comes.

Teest must have successfully disabled Star Stealer Sol’s avatar, forcing Star Stealer Sol into a corner with no way out, starting a frantic attack. Fortunately, they had already taken two-thirds of his health, so Star Stealer Sol had to be cautious about his remaining health and couldn’t fully unleash his power.

Next, he would definitely focus on himself and Teest.

He was just about to… Hmm?

In front of Nol, blue fire suddenly spread. Teest, along with the shadow wolf, leaped out of the ring of fire. The “Betrayer” swept through the air, blocking several incoming black and red beams.

Teest pointed towards the wolf’s mouth, his tone urgent. “Take custody!”

Nol hadn’t even had a chance to see what was in the wolf’s mouth when his hands finished the operation. The item Ben was carrying disappeared instantly, leaving the wolf’s mouth empty, almost unbalancing it.

Watching that figure disappear, Teest clicked his tongue. He looked at Nol with a melancholic expression, as if he had lost something very important in life.

“It went well over there,” Teest said unhappily, his sword drawing golden fire in the air. “Everyone’s alive, probably.”

“What did you just send over…?” In the midst of the battle, Nol didn’t have time to confirm the unidentified living thing.

Teest pointed his sword at the sky. “It’s not important. We’ll talk after the fight.”

Both looked up, noticing Star Stealer Sol’s health bar had stopped around 29%. The conscious Star Stealer Sol had become much stronger, as if the operator had switched from the default AI to a professional player.

For some reason, Nol could read sheer anger in those looming four eyeballs.

“Together?” Nol extended his hand towards Teest.

“Together.” Teest took his hand, kissing the back of Nol’s hand.

With the two of them closer than five meters, [Betrayal Overture] activated.

Nol and Teest stats increased by 30%.

The next second, blue fire and golden fire collided, with thick fog spreading across the battlefield. Nol, who had been biding his time, made his move. [Creator] created tens of thousands of ice spears, which became pitch black as they mixed with Teest’s destruction power.

Nol made a gesture, and the thick ice spears targeted those four eyeballs. Golden fire burned along the fake firmament, creating bigger and bigger cracks.

Hidden in the fog, Players got a brief respite. The sounds of swallowing recovery and mana potions rose and fell. The Players’ assault eased, but that didn’t matter—

The ice spears traced strange paths, focusing their attack on those four eyeballs. The sky-bound monster let out an ugly roar, and its health, which had just barely reached 29%, instantly dropped to 28%.

Before all the ice spears were shot, Teest let go of his hand. The “Betrayer”, connected by thousands of golden threads, flew towards the monster in the sky. Nol manipulated the surrounding air, sending the sword soaring with the wind.

Teest grasped Nol’s hand, guiding the direction hand-to-hand. The long sword, like a living sewing needle, threaded its following golden threads into the monster’s flesh.

And atop those golden threads lay the God of Creation’s blue fire.

The blue fire burned, creating clusters of compressed air out of thin air. In a few heartbeats, Star Stealer Sol’s body exploded along the golden threads, raining down a foul-smelling blood rain.

The blood rain dispersed the fog, and under the watchful eyes of all, Star Stealer Sol’s proud “reversion” was thoroughly disabled.

Its health was now at 26%, nearly a quarter left.

Teest and Nol immediately used the power of “concealment”, disappearing from the multitude of Players’ views. The next second, Nol heard a nearby scream. “The Demon King’s avatar is gone! It’s the second phase!”

As expected of experts, they reacted quickly.

The sky rumbled ominously. The night sky cracked all around, like parched earth.

Star Stealer Sol’s body continued to fall. Countless rope-like flesh limbs squeezed in. They brutally swung away Players, pressing towards the area where Nol and Teest were, groping around.

Perradat’s “concealment” was only on a mental level. If Star Stealer Sol groped indiscriminately like this, it could still touch them.

[Star Stealer Sol has system permissions. It fought a round with you, and with our combined attack just now, it can definitely sense our combat capabilities.]

Nol ignored the gradually approaching flesh limbs, his thoughts steady.

[…It will then attack us within what it considers a “reasonable” defense. This is our best chance.]

[You should be careful. It might not be an opportunity.]

Teest took out the quill [Supreme Blessing] from his pendant. [In theory, it could remove your curse, or it might not work on your curse at all.]

[Yes, it’s more thrilling than a predestined ‘fate’.] Nol flashed a smile.

He looked up again at the Star Stealer Sol’s main body in the sky—paired with the shattered firmament and sweeping flesh limbs, the thing looked like a mutant embryo breaking out of its shell.

[I don’t know this guy’s moves. Teest, make full use of your combat instincts.]

Nol stated calmly as a flesh limb wrapped around his arm.

[This time, you decide, I execute.]

[If I make a wrong judgment, or if you’re too slow…] Teest murmured, manipulating the golden threads to pull back the “Betrayer”. [Forget it. Let’s go.]

If Nol successfully removed the curse, he would become about twice as strong. Combined with himself and the Players, they could take away about 5% of Star Stealer Sol’s health. The subsequent battle would also go smoothly.

But if [Supreme Blessing] was ineffective, it would mean Nol took a needless risk, and he’d have to quickly pull Nol back to his side.

…However, the future changes in an instant, and that’s how things should be, right?

The tip of the quill flickered with white light, Teest held the light quill firmly, reaching towards Nol’s status bar.

The moment the flesh limb pulled Nol up high, he erased the [Physical Destruction [Undispellable]] from Nol’s status bar.

In the wind being pulled up high, Nol’s eyes widened. He could see the rapidly approaching eyeballs, the imminent burst of dangerous magic, and—

[Warning, status change detected]

…Here it comes.

[Effect logic comparison completed. Judgment: the item “Supreme Blessing” is effective. Starting—starting—starting—]

[—Beginning stats calculation]

The status bar flickered like a bad signal, turning from blood red to pale blue, and the content changed again.

[Demon King [?] – Temporary System Administrator]

[HP: 999,999,999/999,999,999 | Mana: 999,999,999/999,999,999]

[Strength: 67,418,990 | Agility: 39,676,778 | Intelligence: 593,376,400 [+200%] | Physical Defense: 60,657,822 | Magic Defense: 120,679,500]

[Status: Beyond the Law [?]]

…Ah?

…It was one thing for health and mana values to max out, but attribute values typically have a seven-digit limit.

Nol almost forgot to struggle, suddenly realizing something—

The stats he gained through skills had always been added directly, unaffected by the curse. When leveling up, these values weren’t reduced but were considered his inherent attributes.

[Physical Destruction] had reduced his stats by 99%, and now that the curse was gone, the system had enhanced his inherent stats by 100 times.

But his inherent stats had been off for a long time, meaning…

Nol poked Star Stealer Sol’s flesh limb.

The flesh limb exploded into fragments with a “pop”.


The author has something to say:

The weakening was for this moment!!!

Nol’s curse is the ultimate golden finger…


Kinky Thoughts:

For those who forgot, a golden finger is basically a “cheat”.


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Beyond the Galaxy Ch39

Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

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


Chapter 39

Townsend opened the cell door of the prison, twirled the electric baton in his hand, and swung it a few times, pretending to be an action movie star. His partner, Yakin, impatiently pushed him into the long hallway beyond the cell door. “Hurry up! After the patrol, let’s find something to eat. I’m starving!”

“You had a sandwich just an hour ago,” Townsend complained back to his companion.

On either side of the hallway were doors made of special tempered glass, through which the outside could see the inside of the cells, but those inside could not see out. This setup facilitated the guards’ patrols while preventing the prisoners from conspiring and plotting.

The prison was currently less than a third full, all occupied by the crew of the Silver String. Each cell held two people. During the prison’s renovation, the AI Leonard had suggested keeping all prisoners together, but Joanna had vetoed this. “If they are all caged together, it will only unite them and bolster their arrogance,” she had said. Hence, the prison ended up in its current state. “It looks more like a student dormitory than a prison,” Leonard had mocked.

Yakin scanned the cells with a detached eye. Most of the prisoners were behaving as all captives did. After initial resistance and dissatisfaction, they calmed down and started to consider their situation, realizing that obedience and waiting for rescue were the safest bets. However, some of the more unique-minded individuals weren’t as compliant. A tall man paced back and forth in his cell, as precise as a pendulum. Yakin was reminded of a novel by a writer named Zweig from ancient Earth, where the protagonist developed extraordinary chess skills in prison.

In another cell, two roommates were arguing. The soundproofing was excellent (to prevent prisoners from communicating), so Yakin could only see their mouths opening and closing, their faces livid, occasionally using their hands and feet. If it turned into a violent fight, it would be troublesome.

In yet another cell, two people were engaged in an intimate activity. Yakin rolled his eyes and hurried past as if he hadn’t seen anything.

Townsend, however, was enthusiastically gesticulating in front of the cell door. “Oh, nice. I haven’t done it with my wife for a long time. She’s been giving me a hard time lately.”

“It’s work time. Stop babbling about your personal life,” Yakin sternly warned his partner.

The Silver Strings captain’s cell was at the end of the hallway. It was a large, comfortable single room that the guards jokingly called the “presidential suite”, as it was always used to host captured captains, demonstrating the pirates’ hospitality. Captain Leibniz was currently sitting on the bed, looking despondent and distracted, rubbing his hands anxiously, his lips moving as if talking to himself.

Yakin was used to this sight. Almost all captured captains were like this, worrying about “Will the pirates kill me?” “When will the ransom be paid?” “Will the company punish me?” and similar concerns. After lingering in front of the “presidential suite” for a while, Yakin nodded and signaled to Townsend that they could move on to check other areas.

As they left, Yakin suddenly felt a cold gaze on him. First, he felt a chill all over, then his back, where the gaze focused, seemed to burn. He turned abruptly and saw the source of the gaze.

It was a young man in his twenties, with meticulously groomed dark auburn hair and tawny eyes, glaring at Yakin like a bird of prey. The guard was stunned, wondering if the young man had a grudge against him, then realized that it was impossible to see outside from the cell! How had the young man seen him?

The confusion lasted only a few seconds before the young man shifted his gaze to his cellmate with the same cold, fierce look. Yakin sighed in relief, thinking maybe the young man had coincidentally looked in his direction.

The young man’s cellmate seemed equally uneasy under his gaze, his face turning very pale. Then he suddenly collapsed onto the bed, clutching his stomach and writhing in pain.

Yakin stepped forward and knocked on the cell door, turning the special glass fully transparent and activating the door’s communicator.

“What happened?”

Painful groans came through the communicator.

“Nothing,” the cold-eyed young man said. “He’s having a stomachache.”

“Do you need a doctor?”

“No.” The young man didn’t even look at Yakin or his suffering cellmate, staring instead at a nonexistent point in the air. “It’ll be over in a while. Right?”

“Y-Yes,” the patient on the bed said. “It’s an old problem. It’ll pass soon.”

“Alright,” Yakin shrugged. “If it gets really serious, press the red button on the door, and we’ll provide proper treatment.”

“Thank you very much,” the young man said.

The guard knocked twice on the door again, deactivating the transparency and communicator. Townsend was already at the end of the hallway, waving for him to hurry up. “Hey, come on! Didn’t you say you wanted to find something to eat?”

Colonel Gilbert Gauss paced anxiously on the bridge, like a caged beast. He was always impatient, and the thing he hated most in the world was waiting. However, he had to wait now because his superior had ordered it.

“When can we attack!” Colonel Gauss stomped on the floor. “Bayes, that coward! He dares not fight but won’t let others fight either! Damn it!”

“Please calm down, Colonel,” his adjutant advised. “The Major General must have his reasons for his orders. We should wait patiently for the right moment…”

“The right moment?!” Gauss roared, his anger exploding. “The right moment will slip away while we wait! By the time it arrives, that crazy bitch will have fled!”

“Please, you must calm down!” The adjutant wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered, “The current order is ‘standby’. If you violate the order and attack on your own, regardless of success or failure, Major General Bayes will have a reason to blame you. But if you follow his order and still fail, you can put all the responsibility on the Major General. This is greatly advantageous to you!”

Gauss thought it over and found his adjutant’s reasoning sound. Indeed, his father had sent a competent person to assist him. The Colonel was pleased, patting the adjutant on the shoulder. His mood improved greatly. “You’re right! I can’t let Bayes have an easy time, but I also can’t let him get a hold on me!”

“Report!” A messenger hurriedly ran onto the bridge, saluting the Colonel.

“What is it?”

“We just received word that Dowlan Company has received the ransom demand from the Begrel Pirates.”

Colonel Gauss’s eyes lit up. “Does that mean we can attack now?” He sought confirmation from his adjutant.

“Yes, Colonel.” The adjutant saluted. “The time has come for you to show your skills.”

“Good!” Gauss waved grandly. “Order the entire fleet to set sail, enter warp, and raid that crazy bitch’s lair!”


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Beyond the Galaxy Ch38

Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

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


Chapter 38

Joanna disembarked from the Lady of the Night carrying a black briefcase filled with raw stone samples. She saw a line of crew members from the neighboring Silver String, trudging dejectedly toward the prison under pirate supervision, resembling chicks led by a mother hen. The female pirate whistled, ran along the line of captives to the front, greeted the first mate in charge of escorting, and received many resentful glances along the way, which pleased her greatly.

“A good start to the year with such a harvest—a good omen indeed,” said the first mate.

“Let’s hope so.”

A passing prisoner snorted contemptuously, receiving a fierce glare from the first mate. Joanna sized up the prisoner, noting his attire was vastly different from the other crew members. His clothes were made of fine silk, with a ruby pin at the collar. Despite his disheveled appearance, his eyes remained sharp.

“Let me guess, this must be the captain of the Silver String?” Joanna teased. “May I have the honor of knowing your name?”

“Leibniz, thank you!” the captain replied curtly.

Joanna turned to the first mate and feigned anger. “How could you neglect Captain Leibniz so? He deserves the same treatment as I!”

“Oh, I was so careless!” the first mate exclaimed exaggeratedly. “I’ll make sure he gets a well-lit single cell in the prison!”

The surrounding pirates burst into laughter.

“And,” Joanna continued, “I will host a banquet tonight to welcome Captain Leibniz.”

“Will you cut Pavlov’s dog food again?”

“Hey, wait!” Captain Leibniz interrupted. “Aren’t prisoners supposed to be treated better than dogs?!”

“Of course, we always treat prisoners well!” Joanna bit her finger, looking sincerely at the pitiful captain. “Pavlov can’t even get dog food!”

The pirates were laughing hysterically.

“Keep up the good work.” Joanna patted the first mate on the shoulder and bounced away. She felt Captain Leibniz’s angry gaze, which had no effect on her at all. However, another gaze pierced her like a sharp thorn into the back of her head. The female pirate turned back cautiously, searching for the source of the gaze, but only saw the captives walking with their heads down.

The sudden, prickling gaze disappeared as quickly as it had come.

‘Strange,’ she thought. ‘Probably just my imagination.’

The female pirate scratched her head and turned away from the line of captives, heading towards the command tower.

In her exclusive office within the command tower, four pilots and the holographic image of Leonard stood side by side, like soldiers ready for inspection.

The door slammed open, and Joanna flew in like a bird.

“Well done, my dear darlings!” She hugged each pilot, giving kisses on the cheeks of Titia and Alois to express her joy. She then bypassed Leo and went straight to her desk, placing the black briefcase on it.

“Captain, you’re discriminating against me!” Leo shouted.

“Complain when you get a physical body,” Joanna said without looking at him, opening the briefcase. It was filled with unpolished raw stones resembling gemstones, irregular in shape and rough in texture, mixed with a lot of gravel, looking no different from ordinary stones scattered on the ground. Titia let out a deflated sigh, while Alois almost blurted out, “Captain, did you bring a box of coal?”

“Leo, come take a look.” Joanna beckoned.

The AI raised its head. “Even if you apologize now, it’s too late. I won’t be swayed by these trifling benefits!”

“…Who wants to sway you. These are raw stone samples. I want you to check their quality.”

“Hmph!” Leo pouted, walking to the desk and examining the raw stones. Unseen to the others, the AI was scanning each stone in the box.

After a minute, he concluded, “Not bad. Upper-middle grade. Not the best, but decent. They should fetch a high price after polishing.” He pointed with an invisible finger. “That one, yes, the one with silver spots, is very hard and can be used for making drills. Spiders might like it.”

“Really…” The captain pondered for a moment. “I was planning to return the captives, the ship, and the cargo once Dowlan Company paid the ransom. But since these raw stones are useful… let’s keep half of them!” She turned the briefcase towards the four pilots. “Take your pick.”

Alois, puzzled, asked, “Pick what?”

“In this line of work, the harvest and risk always go hand in hand,” Joanna explained righteously to the young man participating in the robbery for the first time. “You all did a great job in this operation, and you deserve to pick the spoils first.”

“Captain, we appreciate the thought, but carrying a bunch of stones back is useless to us,” said Udino.

His brother, Errol, added, “Yeah, last time it was original computer parts, and before that, a bunch of paper books. You might as well give us money directly.”

“Oh, I will give you money, but just take something. It’s symbolic. These are precious raw stones! Maybe keep one or two as a souvenir?” Joanna drawled. “I don’t want to carry this thing back.” This was probably the real reason. She turned to Titia. “Girls must be interested in gems, right? Come on, pick a few.”

Titia reluctantly approached the box but was pushed by Errol, causing her to fall onto it. “Go on, little sis. Pick for us.” The elder brother naturally shifted the burden of picking the spoils onto his sister.

Titia grumbled, “I’ll remember this,” as she picked through the box, finally settling on two of the largest stones. “They might look nice in the fish tank,” she said, weighing the stones in her hands.

“Only two?” Joanna was disappointed, then turned her expectant gaze to Alois. “You pick too! If you want, you can have them all!”

The captain’s enthusiastic promotion was hard to refuse. Alois hesitated, rummaging through the box before casually selecting a black stone. Seeing that the samples she brought couldn’t be disposed of, the captain frowned. Leo kindly suggested, “The vanguard team also deserves some credit. They should pick spoils too.”

“Good idea!” Joanna snapped her fingers. “Get them here!”

“Can we go now?” Udino asked.

“Of course.” Joanna rubbed her hands like a merchant. The four, plus the AI, seized the opportunity to leave the captain’s office eagerly.

“Too scary!” Titia said, still shaken in the command tower hallway. “The captain gives away whatever she robs! If we hijack a ship carrying oil next time, do we each have to take a barrel of oil back?”

“I understand her intention to reward merit, but her reward direction is completely wrong!” Errol followed his sister, “The merchant ship for trade will arrive next month. Hopefully, they’ll buy all the stones. Not a single one left!”

Alois and Leo nodded in agreement.

“Two stones.” Titia looked despondently at her “spoils”. “They’re too big for the fish tank.”

“You should’ve picked smaller ones,” Udino said.

His sister glared at him. “Why didn’t you pick then? Now you’re criticizing me!”

“Alright, Titia,” Leo intervened. “The two stones you got are high-strength hard drill stones from Neo Amazon. After processing, they can be made into daggers. They can cut through iron like mud, much better than ordinary weapons.”

“But where am I supposed to process these damn things?”

“Find Spider?”

Alois raised his stone. “Can this also be made into a dagger?”

Leo quickly scanned the black stone. “Definitely not. This kind of stone is usually used for jewelry. Its feature is that it shows different colors under different light intensities, so it’s commonly called ‘rainbow obsidian’. It’s quite rare. If polished well, it can be very valuable. You have a good eye.”

The young man didn’t feel happy at all about Leo’s praise. “Titia,” he asked, “can I trade with you?” He felt a dagger was more practical.

“Don’t even think about it.” The female pilot had also realized this.

Leo lamented loudly, “You bunch of vulgar people! All you know is fighting and killing—no sense of romance at all!”

“Then you take it?”

“…My database can’t hold this thing.”

The AI left the command tower under the disdainful gazes of the four, floating off to find the vanguard team leader. Subsequently, all vanguard team members were forced to take a “spoil”.

“…Then the captain gave me a stone, heavy as hell.” That night at dinner, Joshua recounted his misfortune. “Later, I asked Spider if he wanted it, and he did, so I gave it to him.”

“I should’ve done that too.” Alois toyed with his useless gem. “But Spider might not have accepted it.”

Joshua gestured. “Let me see.”

The young man tossed him the gem. The assassin held it between his fingers, examining it under the light. In the bright white light, the gem appeared deep purple, like uneven grape jam.

Joshua walked to the window and held the gem against the night sky. Under the starlight, it glowed bright blue, like a pure sapphire. “Rainbow obsidian?”

“You know it?” Alois leaned back in his chair, watching the color change in surprise.

“This thing can’t be bought just with money,” Joshua said, letting the gem shift between blue and purple. “If you don’t want it, give it to me?”

Alois lifted his chin slightly. The gem, unpolished, already showed its splendid colors. Once crafted by an artisan, it would be even more beautiful. He had never given Joshua a gift before. As long as Joshua didn’t mind the stone, giving it to him was perfectly fine. “If you like it, take it,” the young man said. “But what will you do with it?”

Joshua held the stone in his palm and smiled slightly. “Secret.”


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Beyond the Galaxy Ch37

Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

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


Chapter 37

After multiple training sessions, Alois had already regained his feel for piloting a fighter jet. Upon entering space, he quickly adjusted his balance and located his three companions on the radar: Liz, Rachel, and Fran.

“Liz calling Doro. Do you copy?” Through the speaker came the voice of Errol, Titia’s older brother.

“Doro, copy that.” Alois forced himself to utter the name despite the chill running down his spine.

“Form Formation 1.”

“Understood.”

The four fighter jets formed a diamond formation, with Fran at the front, Rachel and Liz on the flanks, and Doro bringing up the rear. This formation was the result of Leo’s comprehensive analysis of their training: Titia liked to act unpredictably, so she led to confuse the enemy as much as possible; Errol and Udino, as brothers, had a near-telepathic connection, allowing them to support each other, while the “more stable” Alois could both attack and clean up the mess left by the other three.

“Meeting Lagrange was a stroke of luck! With him, the Begrel pirate fleet is bound to have a bright future!” Leo wrote in his log. Alois, having accidentally seen the log, deeply doubted what kind of dark past the pirate fleet had.

“The enemy’s main cannon is charging! Be careful! Execute Plan B!” Errol commanded. Fran and Doro dispersed up and down, while the distance between Liz and Rachel widened, forming the vertices of a tetrahedron as they approached the merchant ship.

Alois immediately noticed that the merchant ship was a modified warship, equipped with heavy beam cannons and missile launchers. The Dowlan Company, the Empire’s largest supplier of raw gemstones, spared no expense to protect their cargo.

Unfortunately, they were up against the craziest pirates in the universe.

The merchant ship’s main cannon began charging, while the secondary cannons fired deadly beams continuously. Missile launchers on the ship’s flanks opened, releasing hundreds of missiles that swarmed towards the four like a plague of locusts.

Alois activated his defense field, navigating agilely through the jungle of missiles and beams. Ahead, Titia flitted like a ghost, appearing on the left one moment, then on the right the next. He couldn’t fathom what she was doing, and the enemy was likely even more confused. Errol and Udi, protecting each other, spiraled in perfect defense, breaking through the missile swarm.

Thanks to the three of them, the path ahead was cleared. Alois advanced steadily. Fortunately, the merchant ship had no fighter jets of its own, which would have been more troublesome. He pressed the fire button, launching two armor-piercing missiles at the merchant ship’s left flank. One was shot down by a beam before reaching the target, but the other hit its mark, exploding beneath the left flank. The bright flash quickly faded, revealing that the ship’s hull had an additional layer of armor. Regular armor-piercing missiles were ineffective. Alois pulled the control stick, passing the left side of the ship, dropping a few torpedoes. They exploded against the hull like hitting a bronze wall, having minimal effect.

This armor couldn’t be penetrated unless it was the Lady of the Night’s main cannon. Alois lightly tapped the edge of his helmet, activating the communication device to report the situation to his companions.

On the bridge, Joanna impatiently tapped the armrest of the command chair, eager to end the battle quickly and drag the loot (gems!) back to enjoy her matcha almond cake. Of course, to the uninformed, her constant tapping seemed to signify that the captain was racking her brains on how to break through the merchant ship’s defenses. In reality, Joanna’s thoughts were barely on that.

“Fire at the main cannon,” the pirate ordered.

Alois spiraled toward the merchant ship’s main cannon, his screen indicating high energy gathering at the barrel. “Fire? How?!” he shouted into the microphone.

“You’re a man, figure it out!” Joanna shouted back.

The dark past of the pirate fleet was fully revealed at this moment! Alois, on the verge of tears, pulled up the aircraft to join the other three pilots.

“Doro, we’ll draw the main cannon’s fire. Once it fires a shot, you attack during the recharge time!” Errol remained calm. After issuing the order, he and Udino’s Rachel circled the main cannon. Doro and Fran evaded the incoming laser beams and missiles from the periphery, waiting for a chance to strike. Alois understood Errol’s plan: the merchant ship’s main cannon was an Empire MF711 model, powerful enough to burn half the Lady of the Night into dust with one shot but had only a 12-second firing duration. Liz and Rachel would serve as bait, drawing fire, while Fran and Doro attacked from two different directions. The main cannon’s firing arc was only 80 degrees, insufficient to cover both fighter jets.

“Its energy is fully charged!”

The cockpit flashed red, warning Alois of the imminent high energy. He deftly avoided the barrel, circling the merchant ship’s right side. Liz and Rachel danced like ballet partners before the main cannon. As the cannon fired, they separated rapidly, like repelling magnets.

The intense light temporarily blinded Alois. He cursed himself for forgetting to activate the shading system. But it was too late now. He closed his eyes, relying on memory, and approached the main cannon from above. After counting to 12 seconds, he reopened his eyes, still seeing afterimages but managing to locate the main cannon. He locked onto it and pressed the fire button, sending several missiles toward the still-open barrel. Simultaneously, Titia appeared below him, launching three missiles.

The missiles entered the barrel just as it was closing, exploding along the high-energy pathways into the ship’s interior.

Alois activated the shading system, watching the screen dim to reveal a spark and thick smoke emerging from the main cannon. Unfortunately, he couldn’t hear the sound, but it must have been spectacular.

Without its main cannon, the merchant ship was like a soldier without a weapon, trembling under the pirates’ might. Joanna had Leo open the communication channel and began her robbery declaration. “Attention crew of the Dowlan Company’s Silver String, we are the Begrel Pirates, and I am Begrel herself.” She paused for two seconds, as if savoring their shock, though she couldn’t see what was happening on the merchant ship, so she was just assuming it. “Our demands are simple: cease resistance, hand over control of the ship, and we will negotiate with your superiors. We promise not to harm the crew and guarantee your safety. If you agree, stop attacking immediately and surrender control. Any resistance will be met with force.”

The Silver String clearly didn’t want to compromise with pirates. The secondary cannons continued firing, and the engines powered up to full, attempting to flee. However, before they could accelerate, the shuttle carrying the vanguard team had already burned a path through the main cannon’s wreckage. The vanguard team, composed of the most ruthless pirates, emerged with weapons drawn, heading for the bridge. Joshua was among them, wasting no energy cartridges, sending laser shots precisely into the crew’s hearts and heads.

Someone shouted, “Look, it’s the assassin, The Mourner!” The crew, initially determined to resist the pirates, panicked, abandoning their posts. Joshua realized he’d forgotten to set his helmet’s visor to opaque, so some sharp-eyed person must have recognized his eyes. But this was good too. If a name alone could demoralize the enemy, why not?

Soon, Joanna received the Silver String’s surrender signal. The enemy ceased firing and opened computer access to the Lady of the Night. Leo quickly took control, decelerating the merchant ship. The vanguard team escorted the disarmed and surrendered crew to the bridge, binding them. Some severely injured crew members had to be taken to the medical bay.

“You despicable pirates!” The captain of the Silver String, with Joshua’s gun to his head, tearfully accused. “The Lord will punish you! Hypocrites!”

“That’s not right,” Joshua replied. “We always treat prisoners well, even better than the dogs on our ship.”

The captain seemed even more disheartened. This reaction baffled the assassin, who had spoken the truth.


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Beyond the Galaxy Ch36

Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

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


Chapter 36

His face felt itchy.

It was also wet, with a faint stinging sensation.

Something was licking his face. This guy’s tongue had barbs, making it extremely rough. Damn it, stop licking, he doesn’t taste good!

Joshua abruptly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Schrödinger’s furry face. Its whiskers twitched, and its amber eyes, with pupils shaped like ovals, almost filled the entire eyeball, making the black cat look pure and innocent.

The assassin glanced outside. The ruling star of the night sky had already moved past the zenith, so it was probably around 9 AM standard time. Judging by his usual schedule, he had obviously overslept. “Are you waking me up?” he asked Schrödinger.

“Meow.” The black cat meowed, turned, and ran out the door.

The assassin stared blankly for a few seconds before suddenly realizing something was wrong! His arms were empty. There was nothing there but air! Where was Alois? Where had Alois gone?! Before he closed his eyes, he was still lying in his arms. How could he be gone as soon as he opened his eyes?

Joshua hurriedly jumped out of bed, barely managing to dress, and rushed downstairs. The living room on the first floor was empty. Schrödinger’s black tail flashed in the kitchen door crack, and the sound of frying food came from inside.

He pushed the kitchen door open with a bang, startling the person inside.

“Good Lord, you scared me to death,” Alois said as he turned around. He was wearing a beige apron, about to crack two eggs. “You’re awake?” He glanced at Joshua’s messy hair and clothes with suspicion.

“Mm.” Seeing that Alois was fine and standing there, Joshua sighed in relief. The panic on his face vanished completely, with not a trace left. “I overslept,” he said.

“Oh, me too.” Alois put the eggs into the frying pan, expertly lifting the pan. “Did you sleep well last night?” He blushed as he asked this, luckily facing away from Joshua, so he couldn’t see.

“Mm.” The assassin replied. “I dreamed of you.”

Alois’s hand shook, nearly tossing the frying egg. Luckily, he was facing away from Joshua! The young man thought again, the designer of this house was really considerate!

The microwave on the cabinet next to them dinged. Schrödinger circled the oven, seeming to know it was done heating, scratching the oven door nonstop.

“Move aside!” Alois shooed the cat away, opened the microwave, and took out the plate of grilled fish from yesterday. The fragrance was overwhelming, making Schrödinger’s eyes glaze over. Alois placed the plate in a corner of the kitchen, and the black cat immediately pounced on it, devouring the fish.

After taking care of the cat, he hurried back to the frying pan. “You go wait in the living room. Breakfast will be ready soon,” he said to Joshua.

“You can cook?” The assassin leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching the busy young man with interest.

“Duh, it’s just frying an egg. Anyone can do it!”

“Well, I can’t.”

Alois rolled his eyes at him.

“You look good in an apron.” A warm smile appeared on Joshua’s lips. “But you look even better in a spacesuit.”

This was his heartfelt compliment. The pilots’ spacesuits were form-fitting, and the high-temperature and cold-resistant tough material outlined Alois’s body from head to toe, especially the perfect curve of his waistline, always provoking wild thoughts.

Alois blushed and retorted, “I look better without it!”

“Ah, your eggs are burning.”

“…Shit!”

So, that day’s breakfast was two burnt fried eggs. For the first meal Alois made personally for Joshua, it couldn’t have been worse, Alois thought despairingly.

“Bah! Having something to eat is already good enough, stop being picky!”

Joanna glared at the whimpering Pavlov, who, after leaving behind Chef Celia’s delicious food, was strongly protesting against the bowl of dog biscuits in front of it. The restaurant waitress served the captain matcha cake and then turned to toss a small sausage to the big dog.

“Stop feeding him. He’ll get fat!”

“Captain, you should use that advice on yourself.”

“Hmph!” Joanna buried her head in the cake, selectively ignoring the helpless smiles of the restaurant staff.

Leonard’s image appeared opposite her. The AI had changed into a white robe today, looking very much like a church priest. “Good day, Captain.” He clasped his hands inside his sleeves.

Joanna glanced at the pitch-black sky outside, not understanding where the AI saw the “day”. Probably, lifeforms like them living in the virtual world could only rely on standard time to calculate time, she thought sympathetically.

“I have good news for you.” Leonard rested his chin in his hand. “A merchant ship belonging to the Dowlan Company is transporting a batch of gems to the Free City-States, passing about one light-year from the Flaming Twins.”

“Is this something that needs to be reported?” Joanna dropped her fork. “Brothers, grab your gear and go!”

“Robbery? How to rob?”

At 10:20 AM standard time, Alois was studying how to use the household robot, and Joshua, sent to wash dishes, suddenly heard Titia burst in, shouting loudly, “Come on, boys. It’s time to make a name for ourselves!”

“Is the Empire Army attacking?” Alois stuffed the manual into the robot’s belly.

“We’re going to rob!”

So, the two were dragged out of the house without further ado, heading towards the spaceport amidst the base’s alarms. The Lady of the Night had docked at the port for less than a day and had to set sail again.

“Robbing is just like eating. Once you do it, you’ll know how.” Titia and Alois boarded the preparation cabin, while Joshua went in another direction, assigned to the vanguard team.

After hurriedly changing into spacesuits, Alois was still confused. “I still don’t understand how to rob.”

“Let me put it simply.” Titia climbed into her beloved “Fran”. “Follow orders in all actions.”

That was straightforward enough. Military academy instructors taught the same way. Alois climbed into “Doro” (he didn’t know when everyone started calling it that), and started the system.

Captain Joanna, responsible for command, thought robbing was a very simple matter, much easier than fighting a war, even when facing a ship with heavy weapons. Her plan was even simpler: First, the Lady of the Night would warp to the vicinity of the merchant ship; second, the fighter jets would launch and destroy the merchant ship’s beam cannons; third, the vanguard team would board the merchant ship, threaten the crew with force, and Leonard would take control of the merchant ship’s systems; finally, they would drag the loot and captives back home.

Of course, she would never simply tell others her plan. In the bridge, Joanna always remained calm and composed, issuing one order after another, making many people mistakenly believe she must be contemplating complex tactics.

The Lady of the Night ended its warp, and the radar showed traces of the merchant ship. They weren’t far apart. If the Lady of the Night advanced at full speed, they could catch up within ten minutes. “Don’t reveal your identity.” Joanna ordered. “Fighter jets, destroy the merchant ship’s weapon systems!”

The control console faithfully transmitted her orders to the four pilots. Alois put on his spacesuit helmet, and the control panel appeared. The cockpit trembled slightly, a precursor to the launch system. He pulled up the control lever, whispering, “Doro (a shiver ran through him as he said the name), Alois Lagrange, launch!”

The fighter jet was catapulted into space.


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Full Server First Kill Ch231

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 231: God Slaying

Fischer really wanted to cry.

His life used to be very simple. Praying daily to the Eternal Son, engaging in cult activities, killing people, and vying for the position of Pope. He was the epitome of the most devout villain in the world.

Then, as he wished, he truly became the Pope of the Eternal Church. But his life started to get weird—of course, not to say anything bad about Great Lord Teest—this “weird” assessment was completely objective.

It was normal for a god to summon their Pope before a divine war. But for the god to say, “Forget about the church. Turn into a cat first”, “Just accept a curse. No need to resist”, “Do whatever I tell you,” that was a bit off.

For some reason, Teest kicked the Eternal Church aside and singled him out, the Pope. His God turned him into a fluffy, big white cat, locked in the Lost Tower, supposedly to let him get used to things in advance.

Fischer really wanted to know how a cat could handle a divine war, but he truly couldn’t question Teest’s decisions. After meeting Perradat, he felt a bit more at ease.

The God of Fate’s task: Stay in the Tower, provide and only provide the power of concealment, and add a harmless filter to Star Stealer Sol’s real body.

He said these were Lord Nol’s exact words, though he himself didn’t know what “filter” meant.

In Fischer’s view, Nol and Teest were protecting the struggling God of Fate. Perhaps pulling him into the Tower was also a way for the god to protect him.

However, once he became God’s stand-in and was drawn into the battlefield, Fischer sensed something was off.

“Once the battle starts, slip away from Drake and follow Eugene Malloy. Keep your own distance. Don’t let him out of your sight,” Nol patiently explained before the battle. “Remember to keep [Eye of the Wind] on.”

Fischer’s detection skill [Eye of the Wind].

As long as he activated this skill, he couldn’t influence the event itself but was destined to witness its core.

“Why?” Facing Nol, Fischer still dared to question.

“[Eye of the Wind] confirms you will be involved in a major event.” Nol glanced at him, not too warmly for this former cultist. “You are the calm within the storm, but the people around you aren’t so lucky.”

Fischer: “……”

As a high-ranking member of the Eternal Church, he certainly didn’t like Eugene. But how much did the two dislike Eugene Malloy, to insist on involving him in the center of the event? Wasn’t the “Godslayer Knight” better off as far away as possible?

Since this was the choice of Lord Teest’s partner, he would comply.

Back to the present.

Fischer’s claws were deeply hooked into Eugene’s pant leg. It wasn’t easy for a cat to find a spot to claw on someone fully armored. Fischer was covered in soot and dust, his fluffy fur matted, making him look like a used white rag.

Looking towards Teest, shining in the flames, tears welled up in Fischer’s eyes.

…I’ve done my best, my God!

Mr. Eugene had divine help along the way. With that sword, he forcefully tore open a gap in Teest’s magical barrier. He reached the main hall successfully without being hit by any of the burning golden stones.

Eugene hardly cared about the meowing strange cat on his foot. At a glance, he roughly figured out the situation inside.

Painter protected two Players, carefully in a corner while the false Drake drew his sword, standing in front of them. All four were blood-stained and tattered.

Enbillick was also covered in blood, looking severely injured, confronting a handsome white figure—golden threads softly wrapped around that person, while bowing shadows flocked towards him.

However, that person also had a lot of bloodstains on his clothes. Presumably, he was also severely injured.

The Mad Monk.

Eugene immediately made a guess.

Enbillick Alva was a system-designated protected person, those two Players—Anakin and Solo were likely here for him. Previously allied with Paradise, they might be trying to use this relationship to infiltrate Paradise and rescue Enbillick.

After all, as Eugene understood, Saint Anakin was a very typical righteous player. Such a player following the demon-led Paradise definitely wouldn’t gain any benefits.

Painter protecting the Players… False Drake drew his sword to corner them… Did Painter have a conflict with Paradise? Was the Mad Monk planning to kill the chicken to scare the monkey*?

*(杀鸡儆猴) Idiom referring to punishing someone severely or unfairly in order to make an example.

Was he crashing into a scene of internal strife?

In less than two seconds, Eugene made a rough inference.

He decisively rushed towards Enbillick, positioning himself in front of that person in a standard protective stance. His speed was so fast that Fischer was flung off, sticking to a painting depicting the Goddess of Life bending down to pick berries—Fischer, stuck onto the Goddess’s face, gave her a Santa Claus beard.

Teest: “…Pfft.”

Eugene frowned, sizing up the opponent, trying to find a flaw in that relaxed posture, quickly thinking through his mind. Golden Sword had been specifically named by the system. He definitely needed to be protected.

If he could cooperate with Painter and the Players, it would be ideal. If the situation was different from what he imagined, this would also probe the stance of the group in the corner. He…

As Eugene was rapidly analyzing the situation, a numbness suddenly spread from the back of his head.

…Enbillick Alva? Why?

…Wasn’t that person supposed to be protected by God?

A crushing pain obliterated his thoughts, and Eugene staggered in place. In a haze, he seemed to hear Painter’s anxious shout.

Before him, Teest tried to suppress the smile curling at his lips.

Everything was as his God had said—

“Teest, Eugene will be part of your battlefield,” Nol said in a tone used for bedtime stories. “I’m sending Fischer over. He can ensure this to some extent.”

“Why? I can hold off Enbillick. Plus, there’s that four-person team.” Teest stretched lazily on the bed.

“Drake’s combat style is too cautious and conservative. If they focus on defense, they might withstand Star Stealer Sol’s attacks. Once they try to attack, they will definitely show weaknesses. Drake cares more about his companions’ lives than victory.”

Teest: “Okay, I don’t really get along with him.”

Enbillick wasn’t an opponent one could afford to be distracted against, and he certainly didn’t want to consider the life and death of Painter and the others during battle.

“Given Star Stealer Sol’s caution and shamelessness, it will definitely rig its avatar.” Nol played with Teest’s hair. “Like considering the possibility of the avatar’s destruction, maybe a self-destruct in the end. Even if you could win through normal processes, you could still be in danger.”

The God of Creation’s tone was very confident, just like the first time they fought in the lich dungeon. Teest hummed easily, nipping at Nol’s collarbone as a response.

“So I want to bring Eugene to it.” Nol said, “I want to bring ‘hope’ to it.”

A person at their wit’s end suddenly given another option would definitely try it first.

“Star Stealer Sol likes to ‘domesticate’ others. I have a good idea of what choices it will make. Listen—”

“I have to say, you can be quite scary sometimes, scarier than me.” After hearing everything, Teest gave high praise.

Now, Star Stealer Sol indeed made “that decision”.

Enbillick raised layer upon layer of protective shields. The brilliance of memory magic surged wildly. Teest knew that magic. It wasn’t brainwashing, but selective memory transfer.

“Eugene’s oracle is too special. Star Stealer Sol won’t let Eugene act on his own. It will definitely use this fanatic to ensure Eugene stays on its side.”

Nol’s voice drifted from the memory.

“We’ve never interfered with Eugene, so Enbillick will provide flawless memory information, proving he is the avatar of the Goddess of Life, Tilia—thus, by the ‘Godslayer’ oracle, it will try to eliminate you while saving its avatar.”

Eugene stood petrified, his eyes wide, filled with a startling white glow.

He was being forced to receive the message from Enbillick. Given that it was prepared by the renowned Golden Sword, Teest guessed it must be well-founded and credible.

Teest didn’t attack the protective shields. He pulled several bottles of top-grade recovery potions from his pendant and gulped them down. As the potions took effect, the glow in Eugene’s eyes faded, revealing dark green pupils.

For a few seconds, Eugene Malloy looked somewhat bewildered.

“Supreme Lady Tilia.” His lips moved as he muttered with utmost devotion, his gaze gradually sharpening. “Supreme Lady Tilia…”

In his hand, the “Dominator” sword had never shone so brightly.

“Yes, yes. Kill the infamous Mad Monk. Kill that False God.”

Behind him, Golden Sword spoke in a tone so gentle that it was eerie. “I will help you. Protect me and kill him, my child.”

“I understand, Lady Tilia.”

Eugene gripped his long sword, his tone growing firm. “That is the False God who tarnishes Your glory and must be eradicated.”

A dense fighting spirit and magic entwined around the “Dominator”. The young knight radiated murderous intent. In the corner, Painter silently watched, well-behaved as the other three gave a salute.

Across from Eugene, Teest raised both his eyebrows and his sword blade.

Knight Eugene wasn’t yet a False God, but he wasn’t to be underestimated. Moreover, that sword was mixed with the power of the system and bolstered by the strength of Nol’s letter opener… Even though he had just replenished his strength, he couldn’t underestimate this strike.

In a few seconds, the “Dominator” sword grew even brighter, like a sun turned into a sword. The moment Enbillick removed the protective shields, Eugene moved.

“Praise Tilia,” he said.

The sun-like blade sliced through the air, leaving behind a semicircular afterimage. The blazing sword cleaved through flesh, severing the throat splitting the bones.

It cleanly decapitated Enbillick’s head, who still had a smile on his face.

Enbillick was completely stunned.

The avatar of a god didn’t die immediately from decapitation. Enbillick rolled his eyes in shock, looking at the panting Eugene, as the avatar’s health rapidly drained.

Why?

Just in case, Enbillick had already prepared memories to control Eugene. The memories he provided were flawless, fully proving that he was Tilia—in a sense, this was indeed true. He only needed to remove anything related to the Eternal Church.

He had crafted these memories over and over again, without a single flaw. He had checked repeatedly, as Paradise never tried to recruit the fanatic Eugene for stability.

So why?

He couldn’t figure it out, no matter how hard he tried. Pain and questions filled Enbillick’s head, and he couldn’t even focus on reversion.

Why betray the god he deeply loved?

He hadn’t even had time to react when Eugene’s next sword strike arrived. The burning sword tip pierced through his skull, driving down to his jaw.

Eugene seemed to have completely forgotten the existence of the Mad Monk, as the sword tip plunged relentlessly into Enbillick’s head, again and again.

Thump.

“Lady Tilia is absolute,” Eugene said with a smile.

Thump. Thump.

“Lady Tilia would not be driven to this by a few villains. Lady Tilia wouldn’t show such an ugly face in front of me.”

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“I don’t approve.” Eugene’s tone was cold and haughty, like a child declaring his dislike for tonight’s dinner.

With a fierce pull, the long sword was withdrawn, splattering a few drops of blood onto the side of Eugene’s face. His smile grew larger, mixed with certainty and satisfaction.

He had used the sword to decapitate the False God. He had already used the sword to decapitate the False God.

“How dare you defile my Lady Tilia, False God.”


The author has something to say:

It seems like everyone is looking forward to Eugene’s breakdown (…

True zealots don’t break down. They’re just another type of lunatic!


Kinky Thoughts:

Shocking but at the same time not really… I mean given all the characters in this story, everyone is just bat shit crazy. The only difference is the degree of bat shit crazy.

Quite honestly, I’m living for all these twists.

All I can say to Eugene is: slay~~


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Full Server First Kill Ch230

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 230: Oracle

Things shouldn’t be this way.

Within the alternate space of [Mercy Countdown], Enbillick felt rare anger flare up. No matter how briefly he rewound time, he couldn’t escape from here—ending the [Mercy Countdown] prematurely would only be possible if Painter voluntarily lifted the spell, or if Painter were directly killed by him.

The former was definitely unrealistic, and Enbillick originally thought the latter wouldn’t be too difficult. However, he was proven wrong.

This team of mortals wasn’t here to “defeat him”. They straightforwardly took a defensive approach, focusing entirely on defense. God knew whose idea it was, but the team’s defensive measures were extremely irritating—

“Saint” Painter and “Flawless” Anakin both possessed top-tier healing abilities. These two had their skill sequences well arranged, always ready with the highest level of recovery magic. As long as Enbillick couldn’t achieve a one-hit kill, it was almost as if he hadn’t attacked at all.

Their protector was a magic swordsman who could break through space at will, forcibly neutralizing attacks. And that “Night Ranger”, fearing Drake wasn’t formidable enough, enthusiastically buffed the hero with various enhancements, making their entire team tougher than a turtle shell.

The most infuriating part was that Anakin, the core healer, was a Player, which meant she couldn’t be killed.

Enbillick rewound time over and over, constantly trying different strategies. He tried aggressive attacks, he tried provocation, but this four-person squad was immovable like a mountain, with Drake almost cold-bloodedly maintaining command—as if nothing in this world could shake his nerves. Heaven knew what he had gone through.

He couldn’t bait them into talking, nor could he win in a fight. Enbillick gave up on killing Painter. He could only start guessing their next move.

The time limit of [Mercy Countdown] was approaching. Could it be that the opposing side was willing to sacrifice Drake and Painter, dying together with his avatar?

This would match Painter’s oracle; his death would fulfill Nol, the God of Creation.

No, that wasn’t right. Enbillick immediately dismissed his guess. He knew that Nol definitely didn’t have such ruthless methods. Teest might not mind doing so, but he would be considerate of Nol’s feelings.

So, the answer was left with one—delay time, lock his consciousness in the alternate space for thirty minutes. Then, those two would take the opportunity to attack his real body. Considering the cooldown limitation of [Mercy Countdown], those thirty minutes were the limit.

Enbillick breathed a sigh of relief.

He had already considered such a scenario and had specially prepared his real body in a focused defensive state. If Nol arranged a tough turtle-shell team for him, then those two also had to face a turtle-shell-like Star Stealer Sol’s real body.

He knew their limits. Thirty minutes was all. They wouldn’t be able to make much of a splash.

As for the Players… his real body was at the zenith, which was extremely difficult to attack. Those humans, holding a timed quest, would probably spend over half an hour just discussing whether to attack the “real body”, a monster that was outside of the quest.

Now, Nol probably realized his own judgment error.

Enbillick thought Nol and Teest wanted to eliminate his avatar first. He had prepared the most top-level curse within the flesh—

The moment the avatar was destroyed, the curse would erupt. Using his avatar as fuel, the curse was powerful enough to take away a False God. Such as Nol, of course, but more likely Teest.

However, the opponent wasn’t greedy enough and attacked his real body first. Now, good. When the countdown ended, both his avatar and real body would survive.

Thinking of this, Enbillick was very satisfied with the more than half remaining on his health bar. He deliberately restrained his offensive, conserving strength. Sure enough, Painter waved his wand, canceling the spell.

Thirty minutes were up.

The moment he left the alternate space, Enbillick quietly pulled up the attribute panel. The moment he saw the clear panel values, his complexion turned pale.

[Enbillick Alva [Avatar] – System Temporary Administrator]

[HP: 26,787,000/35,634,800 | MP: 705,430/1,218,500]

[Star Stealer Sol – System Temporary Administrator]

[HP: 402,117,650/999,999,999 | MP: 512,378,760/999,999,999]

What happened?!

Half an hour ago, his real body still had 64% health. Under full defense, the opponents could at most reduce it to around 60%. Only 40% left? In just half an hour?

Shocked for a full two seconds, Star Stealer Sol realized something was off.

It was supposed to be deep night, yet the surroundings were as bright as daylight. The area was empty. The air was filled with heatwaves and platinum flames that licked the exquisite murals.

The entire space was draped with golden threads, as if a group of giant spiders spewing golden silk had built their nest here. The web-like threads reflected the brilliance of the flames, looking more like parts of the flames rather than actual gold.

On the ground, dark corruption sinisterly moved about. They hissed as they corroded the immaculate statues. Shadows like droplets slid down the statues’ cheeks, resembling tears of blood.

Powerful magical fluctuations enveloped the surroundings, isolating the outside world and emitting an exceedingly dangerous aura.

Before him, those four mortals still assumed defensive stances. Looking at the burning Evergreen Church, Painter’s eyes held a hint of contemplation. His new green eyes were brightened by the flames, appearing almost golden.

Unfortunately, Enbillick had no time to pay further attention to these four mortals.

Behind him, someone hummed a tune. The voice was soft and pleasant, soaked with sweet malice.

“You now have two choices, Mr. Rat.”

The statue by the side of the hall collapsed. Teest sat leisurely on the broken white stone, swinging a leg.

“The first, immediately give up your real body and try to escape from under my hand and find a dark corner to cling to life.”

Teest spoke with a smile. His white light armor and silver-white hair made him the most conspicuous light source in the flames. “The second, immediately give up your avatar and struggle with your real body—I recommend this one. It’s more interesting. I can beat you up together with my beloved.”

The Mad Monk toyed with a small hunting knife in his hand, his tone as gentle as a sermon.

Star Stealer Sol naturally had no intention of listening to the enemy’s nonsense. His rage grew fiercer. He immediately controlled his real body, lifting the pure defensive state. Several blood-red beams, accompanied by rigid meteorites, mercilessly smashed towards the main hall.

They successfully penetrated the cathedral’s roof, followed by the beams being scattered by the golden threads, and the meteors burnt up by the golden fire. Teest widened his eyes innocently. “Oh dear, you didn’t think all these were just set pieces, did you?”

Enbillick was expressionless. In those few seconds he lowered his defense, his real body’s health immediately dropped from 40% to 39%.

Could the avatar named “Enbillick” escape? Indeed, it could.

If he abandoned his real body and escaped from here, he could definitely do it. But he couldn’t afford to give up his real body—it would be too insane. Things weren’t that desperate yet.

Sacrificing his real body, giving up the vast majority of his power, losing almost all system permissions, and starting over while being hunted by Nol and Teest under their watchful eyes. It would be just like…

Just like Nol initially.

Enbillick involuntarily looked towards Teest—Teest was holding up a hand, signaling the four-person squad not to move. He smiled at Enbillick, his pair of golden eyes showing not amusement but thick mockery.

This guy was doing it on purpose, Enbillick thought. If he wasn’t mistaken, the Mad Monk was even enjoying this moment.

“Coward,” Teest said lightly, with a grin. “Nol was in a worse state than you initially. At least you know the causes and consequences, and your head isn’t filled with mental corruption.”

Saying that, Teest lightly jumped down from the remains of the statue without making a sound. “It seems you choose to give up the only way out.”

With a casual flick of his hunting knife, it transformed into the appearance of a long sword, gleaming coldly.

Enbillick didn’t respond. He charged directly at Teest. Yes, he wouldn’t risk abandoning his real body. Since it seemed the avatar couldn’t be saved, he had to make this body count as much as possible.

The battle wasn’t over yet. He intended to let the erupting death curse take Teest with it.

This time, Enbillick didn’t focus on defense. Top-level items exploded like money was no object, and in the limited space of the main hall, he wildly unleashed destructive magic, even if those spells affected him too.

Under this nearly suicidal onslaught, the four-person group indeed couldn’t intervene smoothly. Only Teest could grapple with Enbillick—black-red orbs of light and platinum orbs collided incessantly, while large chunks of debris fell from time to time.

The ground seemed to have been scourged by artillery fire hundreds of times. The previously mirror-like tiles were gone, leaving only countless big and small explosion pits. The two gods fought as if they were at the end of their ropes while the grand cathedral rumbled in the flames.

Considering that Teest had completely sealed the hall, Drake decisively switched to a defensive position. He led the others, staunchly defending a corner. They all knew that interfering carelessly at this time could likely complicate matters for Teest.

At this point, Enbillick no longer hid the magic unique to Star Stealer Sol. It was cold and viscous, emitting a black-red glow, like a swamp that had swallowed thousands of people. Unfortunately, compared to Teest’s magic, it still lacked destructive power—

The madness of the two sides wasn’t even on the same level.

Teest battled Enbillick with his real body, but his behavior was even more outrageous than the quietly dying Enbillick. Teest attacked like a lunatic, completely ignoring defense. He seemed to feel no pain, solely focused on turning the avatar in front of him into mincemeat with his sword.

“You killed my family.”

Teest murmured almost inaudibly, as countless golden threads wrapped around Enbillick’s body. “I didn’t get to say goodbye to them. My parents said it was rude not to.”

Enbillick hastily crushed a gem, barely freeing himself with a top-tier protective spell.

“You also want to kill Nol.”

Teest swung his long sword decisively, the blade casting out whips of golden flames. “My Nol.”

Crimson ropes shot from the ground towards the high skies, attempting to bind Teest’s ankles. Enbillick moved his fingers, condensing numerous large and small black orbs in the air, their surfaces shooting out countless spikes, intending to impale Teest in midair.

Teest allowed those spikes to pierce his skin. As blood splattered, the tips of the spikes ignited with golden fire, turning to ash.

“Finally.”

Teest charged directly at Enbillick, his entire form seemingly transforming into a golden fire spear. “You even stole the wishing gold wheel Nol gave me—”

Enbillick: “……”

Unreasonable fool! This is a battle of gods. What nonsense are you talking about?

While dodging, he carefully glanced at the panel.

[Enbillick Alva [Avatar] – System Temporary Administrator]

[HP: 197,645/35,634,800 | MP: 52,190/1,218,500]

[Star Stealer Sol – System Temporary Administrator]

[HP: 370,552,100/999,999,999 | Mana: 314,917,080/999,999,999]

Almost there, Enbillick thought. His curse would attack nearby. Next, he had to receive the right hit to ensure the curse didn’t target the wrong target.

He just needed—

Bang!!!

The gold threads throughout the hall vibrated simultaneously, accompanied by a piercing, shattering sound, and an exceptionally fierce magical fluctuation came from the door. The next moment, a powerful presence approached rapidly.

“Mad Monk!”

Eugene Malloy was covered in wounds. His handsome face was twisted with anger. In his hand, the “Dominator” sword emitted a dazzling light.

Clearly, with that sword, Eugene forcefully broke through Teest’s blockade. On his pant leg, clung a shivering, dazed big white cat.

For the first time since the battle began, Enbillick truly smiled.

His reinforcement had arrived.


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Beyond the Galaxy Ch35

Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

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


Chapter 35

“Spider, can the ‘Dream of a Cold Night’ depart now?” Joanna walked into the control tower of Milantu’s spaceport, her leather boots making a crisp sound on the metal floor.

Spider Maxim followed her. “The Dream of a Cold Night? Don’t you already have the Lady of the Night?”

“I need to take care of some business in the Empire Capital in a few days. Using the Lady of the Night would be too inconvenient.”

The Lady of the Night was known across the galaxy as Joanna Begrel’s ride. Even without identifying the ship’s number and name, its darker-than-night appearance was enough to reveal her identity. Taking it to the capital would be like wearing a sign that said “I’m Joanna” into a police station.

Before Joanna acquired the Lady of the Night, her flagship was the Dream of a Cold Night, a destroyer with an ice-blue hull. It was an excellent ship at the time, though inferior to the Lady of the Night, manufactured by Neo Athens. During the retreat from the Federal Army, the Dream of a Cold Night was heavily damaged by artillery fire. The mechanics at Milantu repaired it, but it hadn’t sailed since then.

“Do you really intend to take the Dream of a Cold Night?”

“Of course. Start checking its systems immediately, backup Leo’s data to the ship’s computer, and load sufficient supplies. This mission is extremely dangerous, and I need to finalize the crew list.”

“How many people will you take?” Spider asked, as this would determine how much supply to load.

“As few as possible. No more than twenty.” Joanna stepped onto the lift, heading up the control tower. “By the way, please take care of my dog.”

“Oh.” Spider watched her ascend, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss. “So, no need to bring dog food?”

Titia chewed her gum nonchalantly as she opened the door, turning to gesture at Alois. “You’ll be staying here from now on.”

“Pirates get assigned housing? That’s pretty luxurious!” Alois examined the two-story metal house. It wasn’t large, about 150 square meters including the backyard and balcony. The first floor was a living room and kitchen, and the second floor had bedrooms. The furnishings were extremely simple, which made sense given that Milantu’s artificial gravity was only three-quarters of Earth’s gravity and could be turned off for various reasons. Simple furnishings were safer.

He hesitated for a long time, not daring to enter, only casting a questioning look at Titia. “You can sleep on the street if you prefer,” the female pilot said, puffing out her cheeks.

Joshua shrugged, walked inside, and casually dropped his luggage on the floor. “Am I sharing this place with Alois?” He tested the stairs’ stability and then headed upstairs.

“The captain said family members should live together, and it also saves resources, doesn’t it?” Titia pushed Alois inside and bowed theatrically. “My brother and I live across the street. Come to us if you need anything.” She smirked and closed the door.

Alois checked the lock, confirming it couldn’t be opened from the outside. This place is fantastic! he thought happily. Living with Joshua! Eating, sleeping, waking up together every day—it’s just like newlyweds!

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re imagining.” Joshua’s voice came from upstairs. “There are two bedrooms. Give up your delusions and sleep peacefully.”

…Who designed this shitty house?! Damn it!

For the next hour, they busied themselves unpacking. Many neighbors came to visit. Some were colleagues from the Lady of the Night, while others, unfamiliar faces, were fleet members who stayed in Milantu. The most memorable for Alois was the chef, Celia. She brought a plate of delicious, golden-brown grilled fish to their door.

“Welcome to Milantu. Just a small gift, for your cat.” The pretty girl smiled while handing the grilled fish to the tearful young man, adding, “Don’t steal any!”

“Can you believe it, Joshua? These days, cats eat better than humans!” That night, Alois complained to Joshua on the balcony. Milantu’s rotation was extremely slow. A planetary day equaled four standard days, making night four times longer than standard time. For those living in space, adjusting to such a time difference was meaningless. So, Milantu’s inhabitants abandoned the day-night cycle, living two standard days per day. Here, day and night made little difference because even at night, the red giant star’s cosmic material left bright red streaks in the sky, resembling a river of blood. The other star dominated the night sky, outshining other stars like the brightest gem in a crown.

Milantu’s night needed no artificial lights. The stars’ brilliance always illuminated the planet.

Joshua glanced at Schrödinger, who was enjoying the delicious food. “Oh, I believe it.” He grabbed a fish from the black cat’s plate and stuffed it into his mouth. “So we need to change our situation.”

“Meow!” Schrödinger howled angrily, its tail bristling. Joshua glared at it, and the black cat immediately lowered its tail, quietly eating its fish without making a sound.

“See?” the assassin said smugly. “That’s the law of the universe, survival of the fittest.”

“You’re bragging about stealing food from a cat? Pathetic.” Alois’s voice lowered. Milantu’s red star shine illuminated the assassin’s hair, giving him a dark purple glow, like an ethereal being from a fairy tale, both dreamy and unreal. For a brief moment, Alois wondered if the Joshua before him was an illusion. He reached out, gently stroking the assassin’s silver hair, feeling its silky smoothness, then kissed his cheek. Feeling the warmth of the skin, Alois sighed in relief. The Joshua before him was real.

“What’s wrong?” Joshua sensed the unusual atmosphere. He returned Alois’s kiss, deepening it involuntarily. Since his confession in Neo Venice, their relationship had grown more intimate, spending almost every moment together, and even their intimate moments had increased significantly. Though they had never fully consummated their relationship, Joshua felt their current state was the most natural and intimate for lovers. He didn’t want to go further, afraid of breaking this delicate balance.

Their passionate kiss quickly excited both of them. Alois impatiently started to undo Joshua’s pants.

“Not here.” Joshua leaned against the balcony railing. “Someone might see.” Titia’s family lived across the street!

“They won’t. I asked Ibb. There’s an optical camouflage around the house. No one can see in from outside.” Alois knelt, pulling down Joshua’s underwear and taking his already aroused member into his mouth.

The warm mouth and agile tongue made Joshua inhale deeply with pleasure, then slowly exhaled. Looking down, he could see Alois sucking his cock. The young man’s expression was so focused, as if nothing in the world mattered more than this.

This made Joshua feel a pang of guilt. To be honest, he loved the sensation of deep throating—the hot and tight touch gave him intense pleasure, which made him reach his peak instantly. But he hated performing oral sex on others, so he had never reciprocated for Alois. Although Alois claimed not to mind, Joshua still felt uncomfortable, like he owed something.

The pleasure from below intensified. Almost time. Alois, while sucking Joshua’s cock, reached into his own pants, starting to pleasure himself.

Joshua gently pressed the back of his head. “I’m about to cum,” he whispered, giving a few shallow thrusts before releasing into Alois’s mouth. The young man narrowed his eyes, swallowing all the liquid, quickly finishing himself shortly after.

After climaxing, they faced each other in silence. Schrödinger had long since retreated to the house with a fish in its mouth, not daring to witness the explicit scene.

Milantu’s starry sky was silent. The brilliant starlight illuminated the small balcony. Under the starlight, Joshua saw the flush on Alois’s face and his exceptionally bright blue eyes. In the young man’s eyes, he saw his own reflection—a single second, but it was enough. In that moment, Joshua admitted he was hopelessly smitten.

“It’s cold at night. Let’s go inside.” Joshua averted his gaze.

“Okay.”

Alois got up from the ground. His knees were sore from kneeling too long on the hard, cold metal floor, causing him to stumble several times before finding his balance.

“Knees hurt?”

“Yeah.” Alois nodded. Before he could voice his complaint, Joshua scooped him up.

“What are you doing?” Alois was surprised.

“Taking you to your room.”

Joshua indeed took him to a room, but it was his own. He tossed the young man onto the bed, pulled the curtains to let the starlight in, then undressed.

“Don’t get the wrong idea.” He climbed into bed, commanding the expectant Alois. “Close your eyes and sleep. No funny business.”

“We’re sleeping together?” The young man was both surprised and delighted.

Joshua wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “Together.”

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“I’m trying to overcome it!” The assassin, slightly embarrassed, pressed Alois’s head into his chest. But the latter wriggled free, asking, “Should we leave a light on?” Joshua usually kept a light on while sleeping.

“No need. The starlight is bright enough.”

A bit too bright. Alois snuggled into the assassin’s embrace, closing his eyes to immerse himself in darkness. He tried to calm his racing heart, but his thoughts were already soaring. He remembered when they first met, Joshua would get angry even at a kiss. Who would have thought they’d be sharing a bed now, with Joshua initiating it!

His heart grew even more jubilant. Wild thoughts raced through his mind, but soon he felt exhausted and fell asleep.

Hearing the steady breathing from his arms, Joshua calmed down as well. For many years, he had gotten used to being alone. If he had to share a room with someone else, he would surely suffer from insomnia. He often woke up in the middle of the night, startled by nightmares from the past, and even had to keep a gun under his pillow to sleep peacefully.

‘Being my roommate must be a torment,’ Joshua thought. ‘It’s also a torment for me.’

But now, Alois had already fallen into a deep sleep, and the assassin knew it wasn’t an act. He forced himself to close his eyes and sleep but couldn’t succeed. Hours passed, and Joshua still felt no hint of sleepiness.

Alois turned over in his sleep. So the assassin carefully adjusted his position, holding the young man even tighter. The body in his arms was so warm, it felt like it was melting both his body and soul. This feeling was very strange, soft and sweet—a warmth he hadn’t felt since he left the sunlight of Old Earth.

It was like a light shining, like a fire burning.

When the ruling star of the night sky moved to the center of the zenith, Joshua finally couldn’t resist the sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep. Like every night before, he dreamed. But this time he didn’t dream of the laboratory on Old Earth, didn’t dream of parting with Kester, didn’t dream of the dark journeys in the universe, and didn’t dream of the desperate days and nights on Benjamin Star.

When he realized he was dreaming, Joshua found himself standing in the cell of Hecate Prison. Right, this was where he first met Alois. At that time, if there had been a brick beside him, he would have undoubtedly picked it up and smashed it on this obscene guy in front of him.

But this was a dream. Joshua saw Alois sitting on the bed nonchalantly. “It’s all your fault, Joshua Planck,” he blamed. “It’s your fault for being too beautiful, making me have evil thoughts.”

Although he said this, his eyes weren’t evil, nor were they impure. Among all the people Joshua had seen, none had eyes as clear as his.

Clear and blue, like the sky and ocean of Old Earth.

In his eyes, Joshua saw his own reflection. Only for a brief second. But he admitted that, in that second, he had hopelessly fallen for him.


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