Escape From the Asylum Ch130

Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu

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


Chapter 130

Beside the inn, in front of the statue, a yellow light quickly swept past Zhou Qian’s eyes, and he noticed many players had disappeared, clearly indicating he had been sent to another timeline.

Along with him, Bai Zhou and Yun Xiangrong were also transported.

When the incident occurred, the players were actually all gathered in one direction. Based on the previous range covered by the eyes of the three heads on the statue, even if they were to be sent to different timelines, all players were supposed to be together.

However, the sudden rotation of the statue heads and pupils broke the original pattern, managing to lock onto different players more precisely and sending them to different timelines. This seemed a bit unfair.

Zhou Qian could guess why Bai Zhou was sent with him—probably because the two were too close at the time, making it difficult for the statue’s “gaze” to separate them. However, why Yun Xiangrong appeared here warranted further consideration.

After all, besides Bai Zhou, He Xiaowei and Hidden Blade were the closest to Zhou Qian, yet neither of them came along.

Turning his head, when Zhou Qian saw the temple, he found his answer—Difu could read the guard and hostility among the deserters. She deliberately placed two or several people with hostility towards each other together, obviously to further lead them to “curse” and kill each other through curses.

After a brief moment of daze, Yun Xiangrong looked around and then took a step towards the temple. At the same moment, sensing that Bai Zhou beside him seemed to be making a move, Zhou Qian timely held his hand. Though he was looking at Bai Zhou, the words were clearly meant for Yun Xiangrong. “She wouldn’t dare. Her speed of running there is definitely not as fast as your sword.”

After Zhou Qian said this, Yun Xiangrong’s gaze turned over, and the two briefly made eye contact. At this moment, both faced the same question—how to continue the act in such an instance, under the watchful eyes of the gamblers?

The power of Goddess Difu would grow positively with the increase of negative factors like lies and betrayals.

This meant if Zhou Qian and the others continued to lie and act, it would further strengthen Difu’s power, thereby increasing the difficulty of clearing the instance.

With Difu’s true form being a golden bird and already in a state that couldn’t be killed, if her power was further strengthened, what the conditions for clearing the game would be, and how to achieve them, became even more elusive.

Glancing at Yun Xiangrong, Zhou Qian said, “Us killing each other will only make Difu stronger. Let’s cooperate for now. I guess you don’t want to perish together with me. Besides, with Bai Zhou by my side, you can’t kill me.”

Yun Xiangrong, seemingly frustrated, stopped and frowned without saying anything.

Zhou Qian no longer paid her any attention, instead turning to Bai Zhou. “Finding a way to clear the level together is more important. What do you think? How can we eliminate her power without killing Difu?”

Bai Zhou said, “Difu’s true form is a golden bird, born from the utmost evil of the world and has lived for many years. Her power is too strong, and we can’t confront her directly. We can only think of roundabout ways.”

Glancing at the statues, he continued, “What we need to do now is, first, find a way to use such a magical instrument to return to our true timeline; second, find a way to lock up the temple with the chains that once bound Difu.”

“Then let’s go into the temple and take a look.”

As Zhou Qian walked towards the temple, he looked back at Yun Xiangrong. “You don’t have to come in. I’m afraid you’ll curse me in the chaos. You keep watch here. ‘Yellow light’ represents the future, but we don’t know at which point in the future we’ve been brought. Beware of accidents. We need someone to keep watch here.”

After speaking, Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou walked into the temple together.

Using a private chat item, Zhou Qian said to Bai Zhou, “Actually, I’m quite lazy to act with her. It’s meaningless. In my view, the Peach Blossom Legion wouldn’t believe she would truly betray.”

Bai Zhou replied, “Then you need to consider the significance of the Peach Blossom Legion sending her under these circumstances.”

“Yes, so I’m cooperating, am I not?”

Zhou Qian blinked, picked up a flashlight, and shone it down the corridor.

The stone walls on both sides of the corridor were still inscribed with various curse inscriptions. Although Zhou Qian didn’t have time to read and remember all the inscriptions during his first visit to the temple, he still had a deep impression of many inscriptions.

Now, the same inscriptions were carved in the same places. It seemed he indeed entered the same temple. However, according to Difu, this temple exists in many different timelines simultaneously.

Perhaps the chaotic phenomenon would end once Difu was locked up again—the temple and the goddess would no longer be able to travel through various timelines.

But soon Zhou Qian noticed an anomaly—the corridor had become wider and longer than his first visit.

Shining the flashlight forward, Zhou Qian quickly shared this discovery with Bai Zhou.

Near the end of the corridor, he asked Bai Zhou to stop and then slowed down, taking steps towards the temple entrance. Each step Zhou Qian took was deliberately even, and he found that from the point he asked Bai Zhou to stop at the temple entrance, he took ten steps.

Thinking of something, Zhou Qian, from ten steps away in the dark corridor, looked at Bai Zhou’s perfect features with the faint light from the flashlight and suddenly said, “Zhou Ge, I have something to tell you—”

“Actually, I later inquired. The class beauty next door never sent you a love letter. But why did you receive one? Because I sent it to you.”

Bai Zhou looked at him. “?”

Zhou Qian: “I drew a ghost face on the letter. Actually, I just wanted to see if you would open the love letter. If you really opened it, found it strange, wanted to discuss with me, who was a brother to you at the time, or even wanted to ask the class beauty next door why she drew a ghost face for you, it meant you were interested in her.”

Hearing this, Bai Zhou smiled faintly.

After a while, he asked Zhou Qian, “So, is there anything else?”

“Anything else? What else… let me think,” Zhou Qian laughed, walked back to Bai Zhou from the temple entrance, and then looked at him meaningfully. “I took only nine and a half steps when I walked back from there.”

Between them was a distance of ten steps. With each lie dispelled, the distance between them grew closer as the temple shrank.

This situation created a mystical image—

As if the long years that had stretched between them could indeed be gradually erased. In this imagery, Bai Zhou’s gaze towards Zhou Qian gradually deepened.

Then he looked deeply at Zhou Qian and said, “Hmm, try admitting something else.”

Zhou Qian sighed in feigned helplessness. “This instance really isn’t suited for someone like me. I can only speak the truth in front of you. For others… let Difu’s power increase then.”

Smiling at Bai Zhou, Zhou Qian turned around, his back to him, and said, “Zhou Ge, you’re really overthinking some things. I truly like you. How can liking someone be compared to liking food and drink? I’m actually quite loyal. Don’t disbelieve.”

At that moment, Bai Zhou’s body stiffened for a moment. After a while, he seemed to be able to move again and immediately reached out to grab Zhou Qian’s hand.

But Zhou Qian deliberately withdrew his hand, took a few steps forward, then turned back and made a stop gesture to Bai Zhou, “Hey, the experiment isn’t over yet. Don’t move.”

Bai Zhou really didn’t move. Zhou Qian raised his eyebrows at him, then turned around and continued forward. Step by step, he walked back to the temple entrance and said, “This time it’s only nine steps. So you see—”

Turning back, Zhou Qian smiled at Bai Zhou. “I didn’t lie to you, Zhou Ge. What I just said was the truth.”

The golden light seeping out of the temple outlined a golden ray along Zhou Qian’s body.

He stood in the backlight, and his expression should have been hard to see. But at that moment, Bai Zhou felt his smile was more brilliant than the most beautiful clouds in the sky.

Zhou Qian always had the most eye-catching ability.

Bai Zhou had felt this way the first time he saw him, even though they were both so young at the time.

Following the path Zhou Qian had walked, Bai Zhou stepped forward, gripping his hand tightly. After a moment of eye contact, Zhou Qian didn’t delay further, pulling him into the temple.

In the center of the temple, the golden statue of the goddess was still there, with the chain at her feet still in an open state. Zhou Qian walked up to the statue, squatted down to pick up the chain, and tried to lock it back onto the goddess’s ankle, but he found he couldn’t do it. Every time he locked it, it would spring open after a moment.

“There must be clues we haven’t found yet.” Zhou Qian looked up at Bai Zhou. “We need to find the magic, spell, or perhaps a key to lock the goddess up again.”

“Yeah. Actually, we could go back to the village and have another look around,” Bai Zhou suggested, lifting a flashlight to scan the various inscriptions around them.

“Did you manage to read all of these before?”

“No, we didn’t have the chance before the temple disappeared,” Zhou Qian replied. “We can indeed take another look together now.”

A moment later, the sound of Yun Xiangrong’s voice came from the direction of the corridor.

Zhou Qian and Bai Zhou exchanged glances. To prevent the temple from disappearing again, Zhou Qian took out an item—a remarkably large eyeball, almost the size of an adult’s palm, with extremely dark pupils, looking quite eerie.

[Item: Memory Eyeball]

[Function: More powerful than a camera and video recorder. Who is the king of memories? It’s this! It can record everything it sees.]

[Note: Not a consumable item but can only be used once a day, with up to three memories retrievable per day.]

[Level: S; Extremely Rare]

With this eyeball, Zhou Qian quickly made a round around the temple, then left with Bai Zhou.

As they passed through the corridor, Zhou Qian let the eyeball record the inscriptions on the walls while he called out, “Yun Xiangrong? Did you find anything?”

Yun Xiangrong’s voice came from the direction of the corridor exit. “There’s some activity in the direction of the square.”

……

A minute later, Zhou Qian, Bai Zhou, and Yun Xiangrong headed towards the square together.

They were already familiar with the route from the statue and inn to the square.

Not long after setting out, Zhou Qian noticed something unusual—a massive red light was emanating from the direction of the square, almost turning the sky red.

As Zhou Qian wondered if this was related to the Red God Amei, he heard Bai Zhou say, “It’s Alayne’s power.”

“Alayne?” Zhou Qian knew Bai Zhou said this because, as a player with Rank God hearing, he could hear specific voices from the square.

The previous suspicions about Alayne resurfaced, and sure enough, Zhou Qian heard Bai Zhou say, “She’s punishing all the villagers. We need to be careful.”

Afterward, the three didn’t continue towards the square but instead turned to climb the hillside next to them. They found a hidden spot halfway up the hill, concealed by rocks, and looked down at the square.

From this position, they could clearly see what was happening on the square. Zhou Qian couldn’t hear what Alayne and the others were saying clearly, so Bai Zhou relayed it to him.

On the vast square, a huge lotus flower bloomed in mid-air, the red light coloring the ground and even the night sky, like the red clouds spread across the sky.

Alayne sat on the red lotus, overlooking everyone, like a god watching over mortals from above the clouds.

She appeared to be only about thirteen or fourteen years old at this time. Her features were still youthful, but her eyes showed a maturity beyond her years. In front of her, hundreds of villagers all knelt down, including Ab and even her biological father.

Ab was leading everyone in begging Amei.

They kept kowtowing to her, as if worshiping a god, regardless of bleeding from their heads. “Please, don’t kill us!”

“Yes, spare me!”

“You grew up before our eyes!”

“You’re a descendant of the four major families. You can’t commit such a heinous act!”

Alayne didn’t even glance at the people, coldly saying, “When Brother Qi Yunsi died, when my mother was driven to death by you… even when my biological father betrayed me, asking me to die for the entire village, you weren’t saying this. I’ve been forced into this by you all.”

“Lord Ab, didn’t you say that the oracle indicated that I was the hope for saving Nameless Village?”

“I think I’m fulfilling the oracle now. Killing you evildoers, Nameless Village will be clean from now on! Only when you all die, there is a possibility for this place to recover its light and hope!”

From behind a rock halfway up the hill, looking down at the scenes on the square, Zhou Qian said to Bai Zhou, “So, the role played by Qi Yunsi also had its purpose.”

Bai Zhou nodded. “The history of Nameless Village doesn’t include our presence. So, you didn’t steal the little girl Alayne’s handkerchief, and I didn’t stand guard for Alayne.”

Zhou Qian added, “Right, considering Alayne and Qi Yunsi were so close, we can boldly assume… that night it was actually Qi Yunsi who participated in the vigil for her and died.”

“That night, perhaps, was the first step of Alayne’s hatred towards Nameless Village.”

In the real history, during the year Alayne was eight, on the eve of the Samhain festival, the square traditionally held a “Drop the Handkerchief” game.

Despite the Sun-Moon alliance, Alayne’s family, the Sun Family, lost.

As a result, Alayne had to stand guard.

Although there was no incident of Zhou Qian stealing her handkerchief, she might still have made a mistake that led to her family’s loss, and she was severely punished by her family.

Furthermore, that night, Qi Yunsi stood guard for her and never returned, dying at the hands of the Red God. That year’s Samhain festival became a nightmare for Alayne, the starting point of her hatred for Nameless Village.

The players’ presence in this part of history indeed affected the course of events in a short time—Bai Zhou stood guard for Alayne, so Qi Yunsi didn’t die at the hands of the Red God.

However, what had happened couldn’t be changed.

The more than thirty people standing guard that night couldn’t find Bai Zhou and failed to solve the “1 or 31” proposition given by the Red God. Thus, some turned back to the village, attacked Qi Yunsi, who lived alone, intending to bring his body to the Red God.

 With Qi Yunsi’s death, the remaining 31 no longer had to fight over who would be the sacrificial offering that night.

Village Chief Ab probably knew who the real culprit was, or which family had conspired to do it.

As the village chief, he had to minimize the losses of the four major families; he couldn’t push out another, or several, murderers from the families. So, he blamed the “deserters”.

Now, although the players temporarily affected the course of events, in the long run, everything still followed the original trajectory of history.

All logic formed a closed loop.

Qi Yunsi still died, and his body was still sacrificed to the Red God.

History really didn’t change by a single detail.

Two years later, Alayne was ten.

That year, many details related to the Samhain festival were accidentally overheard by Bai Zhou while fulfilling the “night watch” task.

From what he heard, Ab tricked Alayne into going up the mountain alone to see the Red God, intending to sacrifice her to the Red God, trading her life for everyone else’s.

Somehow, Alayne’s mother told Ab about the lotus on her body. At that time, Alayne almost thought her mother had also betrayed her.

As for Ab’s reason for sacrificing Alayne, it probably wasn’t due to any oracle; that was just a pretext he made up. The real reason behind it most likely had to do with the Red God—Red God Amei specifically demanded the death of someone with a lotus on their body.

Alayne, of course, didn’t want to die and escaped the village chief’s clutches.

The village chief ordered people to guard all the paths down the mountain, intending to drive her into the Red God’s territory and ultimately sacrifice her to death.

Bai Zhou had no way of knowing what happened after that.

It wasn’t until now that he confirmed that Alayne hadn’t died that night.

Everything that happened that night probably constituted the second step of Alayne’s hatred towards Nameless Village.

Now, based on what Alayne said on the square, her mother also died.

So, this might have formed the third step—she eventually reached a level of power beyond everyone’s reach through her talent. Now, filled with hatred, she decided to kill all the villagers.

Zhou Qian squinted at the square and said, “Alayne was betrayed by Nameless Village that raised her, betrayed by her family, betrayed by her father… Such a person like her is very likely to attract the Prayer Temple of the Goddess of Prayers…”

“Could she have cursed someone there?”

Bai Zhou replied, “Yes, that information should be crucial. Let’s use that eyeball to search.”

“Right. Zhou Ge, you keep listening to the information from the square. I’ll search,” Zhou Qian said. “The temple can appear in various timelines, but the information it records must be synchronous. If Amei’s curse is there, then there must also be records.”

…..

On the other side.

Qi Liuxing was understandably a bit panicked when he discovered his teammates had disappeared, but upon turning around and seeing Ke Yuxiao, he immediately felt much more at ease. “We’ve traveled through time and space.”

Ke Yuxiao nodded. “Yeah. Let’s first go check out the Prayer Temple together, then explore the village.”

Qi Liuxing readily agreed to his suggestion, and the two proceeded to do something similar to what Zhou Qian and his group were doing. They first entered the temple, meticulously examined all the inscriptions they could, and also tried to relock the chain on the goddess statue’s ankle. Upon finding that they couldn’t, they left the temple to look for clues in the village instead.

Not long after leaving the temple, as they were discussing which direction to go first, they faintly heard voices coming from the direction of the graveyard on the hill.

The two exchanged glances, instantly understanding each other without needing to speak, then took out their weapons and headed towards the source of the voices.

Along the way, Ke Yuxiao whispered to Qi Liuxing, “I have an idea.”

“What kind of idea?” Qi Liuxing asked him.

Ke Yuxiao replied, “Negative emotions like lies, betrayal, and hatred will make the goddess stronger. I agree with what Zhou Qian said.”

“Then, think about it. Why were we placed in the same group?”

Qi Liuxing thought for a moment and said, “It’s probably because we stood the closest to each other. We were observed by the same color of eyeball on the statue.”

“Right. People who have the best relationship naturally stand closer together and then are sent to the same timeline,” Ke Yuxiao said. “But think about it. For the goddess to feed, or to become stronger, she needs to absorb negative emotions. However, in reality, when people who have good relationships are together, how could they possibly harbor hatred, betrayal, or even curse each other through the temple?”

“Under these circumstances, the goddess couldn’t achieve her goal. So, what’s the purpose of her actions? Why would she send the two of us to the same timeline?”

“If I were her… to achieve the purpose of absorbing negative emotions, I would only be able to deliberately create some traps that cause two close people to misunderstand, doubt, and then hate each other,” Qi Liuxing said.

“Exactly. That’s what I’m thinking—”

Having said that, Ke Yuxiao looked at Qi Liuxing with concern.

Not knowing what the future holds, only the moonlight tonight was gentle, casting a particularly soft glow on Ke Yuxiao’s face.

In this gentle tone, he said to Qi Liuxing, “Perhaps the Goddess Difu will create many illusions and mirages. In these illusions, we might betray or even hurt each other.”

“Xiao Qi, if you see me doing something like that, please don’t believe it could ever be real.”

Hearing this, Qi Liuxing smiled at Ke Yuxiao and responded naturally, “Of course, I wouldn’t believe it. If such an illusion really appeared, I would never fall for it. You’ve saved me so many times. You’re the last person in this world who would harm me. I will always trust you.”


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Full Server First Kill Ch211

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 211: Destroyer

The command was fully conveyed, and the deformed avatar of the god disappeared into specks of light.

The next instant, a scorching meteor fell from the sky. The abandoned true body of Xu Yue was blasted into ashes, leaving nothing behind. After the true body dissipated, the powerful meteor continued to bombard the ground, turning the barren wilderness into a vast basin.

Afterward, Xu Yue’s will truly seemed to fall into a deep slumber, and his vision was submerged into darkness.

Teest and Perradat floated in this void of darkness.

“He was just a human captured by Star Stealer Sol.”

Perradat sounded somewhat dazed. “…Just an ordinary human?!”

Teest didn’t respond to her, as scenes from the past flashed before his eyes. Fragments of countless memories surfaced. Those inexplicable details now all had their answers—

He remembered the night he first met Lynn, when Nol was sleepwalking and daydreaming.

It might have been the familiar cries and pleas he saw that momentarily loosened the memory seal.

He remembered Nol’s origin, the fragile will-o’-wisp, unlike any of their neighbors.

That was the remnant of Nol’s life after shedding everything—pure, fragile, belonging only to Nol’s human spirit.

Finally, he remembered the Flamma family’s secret prayer room and the painting on the altar.

It was one of the oldest paintings brought from the Blanco family by his mother.

It was supposed to be a portrait of the Blanco family’s benefactor, deeply emotional as seen by the painter, yet no one knew what the painting depicted—everyone said it was just messy paint and frenzied brushstrokes.

But Teest knew it wasn’t the case. Through the devout depiction, he could see a vague monster. The monster looked terrifying yet immensely gentle.

“It seems to be smiling.” He used to tiptoe, touching the cracked paint on the canvas. “Mom, it’s smiling.”

Teest liked that peculiar smile, more sincere and pure than most humans’ smiles, and more beautiful than those boring fake smiles on other idols.

He had only seen a similar smile on the faces of his family. Perhaps that was the “smile full of love”, he thought.

Unfortunately, everyone treated it as a child’s wild imagination. Until the end, no one believed him.

Now, Teest smiled in the darkness.

“That woman didn’t paint it wrong, nor did I see it wrong. It clearly is smiling.” Teest softly mused.

“What are you talking about? Is the point whether it’s painted or not?”

Perradat was still in shock—the memory clearly pointed out the habits, powers, and the truth of Tahe World and Star Stealer Sol. All were information she had never heard of before.

What was terrifying was that all this was a message a human insisted on planning and conveying. Even more frightening, this human actually managed to escape and return to fight for the system.

Not to mention just a human, even she miserably lost to Enbillick, left with nothing but just her head.

It seemed cooperation was wise. Perradat was terrified. Nol was crazier than she thought.

“My god, a human, even using the fragment of the Pillar of the World. I found it strange that the White Demons, as native beings, could actually get involved with the system…” Perradat muttered, glancing at Teest. “Alright, now that we understand the situation, let’s leave this place.”

Facing those two—one crazier than the other—her tone became much softer.

Teest didn’t move. He reached out to the void as if to caress the nothingness.

“Nol’s plan is still ongoing.” Teest said slowly, “He knew he would find a way to survive. He knew he would help his neighbors because of his soft heart. He knew he would eventually encounter Star Stealer Sol, and no matter how recklessly Star Stealer Sol acted, he wouldn’t destroy this world.”

“Even if his subsequent plans fail, the outcome would be either ‘Nol sacrifices himself to send his compatriots home’ or ‘everyone lives on in Tahe’…”

Perradat: “Is that so. Why suddenly bring this up?”

“Didn’t you notice the problem?” Teest turned around, his golden eyes emitting a faint glow.

Perradat’s voice grew softer. “No, the plan sounds good.”

“But I’m not in this plan.” Teest’s tone gradually became more excited, filled with a strange thrill. “I thought, what if Nol had other arrangements for me from the start? …Our meeting was too wonderful. I couldn’t help but doubt.”

“I don’t want to disrupt his plan, so I’ve been obedient lately, restricting myself. But if I’m not in his plan. I’m just a minor accident.”

“So…?”

What’s there to be happy about, Perradat thought, but didn’t dare to speak.

“It means…” Teest withdrew his hand that was caressing the darkness, his tone rising continuously. “At this moment, I can do whatever I want.”

As he spoke, a powerful magical fluctuation began to swirl around Teest.

Perradat suddenly had a very bad premonition. What was this guy going to do in the God of Creation’s mental world? Should she run away or would that be inappropriate? She seriously started to fret.

“Now that we know the whole story, these things are useless.” Teest smiled towards the endless darkness. “My Nol has returned to his divine throne, the power he has accumulated belongs only to him. To deal with Star Stealer Sol, he no longer needs these forcibly assembled mad creations.”

“Nol truly gave me the truth of the world. I must give him a particularly beautiful gift.”

Saying this, he paused, his smile becoming even more radiant. “Hmm, a perfect gift beyond his expectations.”

Perradat’s head reeled. “Wait, you’re not going to—”

“I’m going to remove the memory seal entirely. Ha, Nol definitely didn’t plan for this.”

Teest’s smile grew larger. “Thinking about it now, ‘removing the seal’ doesn’t mean ‘unraveling the seal’, the system has already packaged it for me—since they’re clamoring for rest, let them rest forever.”

[King of Eternal Sleep].

Before Perradat could react, Teest’s golden flames erupted, sweeping towards the pressing darkness. Teest himself, as if burning, unreservedly unleashed his power.

They were currently inside the “memory seal” box and Teest directly set the contents on fire.

Perradat was dumbfounded. Yes, the system indeed couldn’t handle these corrupted, chaotic wills, and neither could Perradat herself. However, as one of the False Gods, Teest possessed the power of destruction.

But destruction wasn’t so easy.

The surrounding chaotic spirits seemed endless. Those dangerous pieces of knowledge were heavy and sticky, like being buried in a rotting swamp. Even if corrupted and broken, they still stemmed from the wills of countless ancient dead gods. This wasn’t something Teest, a young god, could handle.

Wherever the golden fire went, death spread, and the darkness slowly dissipated. Countless fragments of power collided, sparking invisible fireworks. Then those flames were swallowed by the darkness again, making all efforts seem futile—like trying to dig a tunnel through a mountain with bare hands, hoping to find an exit.

Teest’s magical power surged like arterial blood, yet he didn’t frown. He could feel the pain of overusing his power. Even if this was just a mental space, Teest still tasted ominous blood in his mouth.

It didn’t matter.

A gift needed thought and effort to be meaningful, right? It was a gift made by his own hands. It would be strange without the scent of blood.

Many years ago, he had also escaped from darkness, igniting blazing golden fire. Under the gaze of the God of Creation, the immense Immortal Church collapsed behind him as he walked towards absolute freedom, beginning his quest for the unknown truth—that was the starting point.

At that time, he himself became a puzzle, firmly engraving himself in Nol’s mind. Now, as all puzzles were about to be solved, he needed to leave a deeper, more perfect imprint.

The end couldn’t be duller than the beginning.

The golden fire broke through the darkness time and again. As those shattered wills vanished, something seemed to break and grow within him. Such a cruel mechanism. He still carried Nol’s system on his body, the destruction of opponents would bring him power.

The power to liberate Nol, the “Creator”.

In the boundless darkness, that ball of golden flame waxed and waned but never extinguished. It relentlessly devoured the darkness, and the entire space began to show a dawn-like dim light.

“Perradat.” After who knew how long, Teest spoke up.

“Ah?” The head hiding at his feet looked up.

“I’m still young, not strong enough. This is too inefficient. Support me a bit,” Teest said very naturally. “We are collaborators, right? Your core is here…”

It’s a waste not to use it, right? The rest of the sentence was unsuitable to say out loud, so Teest wrote it on his face.

Perradat: “……” The bad premonition came true. She knew it would be like this!

But Nol had already freed himself from the influence of the flesh. If they got rid of the memory seal, there would no longer be any hidden dangers. As a collaborator, Perradat naturally welcomed this outcome.

So, a strand of golden hair tremulously reached for Teest’s foot. “Take it easy… Ahhhhhhh!”

For a moment, the God of Fate thought her core had entered a juicer. Teest unapologetically drew, no, borrowed Perradat’s power, and those golden flames immediately burned more intensely.

They exploded expansively, flames soaring high, almost engulfing the vision of both individuals.

Finally. The darkness dissipated and peeled away, gradually revealing a pure, flawless mental space. Amidst the fiercely burning seal and debris, they saw a figure.

That was Xu Yue, whose body was stitched with numerous god corpses, the external form of the memory seal.

Behind him on the computer screen was no longer pitch-black but a sun-like, dazzling golden fire. The computer and desk were gradually consumed by the golden fire. “Xu Yue” stood quietly in front of the computer desk, wearing a loose white shirt, with features randomly flickering on his face.

His hands and feet were also ablaze with golden fire, gradually turning into nothingness.

“Don’t worry,” he softly said. “I am just ‘Xu Yue’s’ corrupted memory… It seems I lived well.”

That horrifying, deformed face displayed a smile very familiar to Teest. Despite the jumbled features, Teest found a hint of relief in it.

“Thank you.”

The figure reached out towards Teest, as if to caress his head.

“…You also live well, my good child, Silver White.”

“We will certainly survive to the end.”

Teest’s complexion was pale from magical overexertion, but his tone was quite relaxed. “You still owe me an ending.”

Amidst the burning golden fire, “Xu Yue” laughed. He bent his eyes at Teest, nodding solemnly.

Finally, the last bit of golden fire extinguished, and the pitch-black space turned into clean, pure white. Perhaps it was Teest’s illusion, but he felt it was much clearer here. The previous strange oppressive feeling was nowhere to be found, and the environment could even be considered comfortable.

Teest had never overexerted his power like this before. After the fire, he unceremoniously sat down on the ground, becoming somewhat translucent. Perradat’s head wobbled and rolled listlessly at Teest’s feet.

Tired as they were, no one complained.

They both knew. The troublesome “memory seal” was gone. Nol could become stronger without any mental interference. Even better, Star Stealer Sol was still unaware of this.

[You have assisted in removing a major security threat. System reward calculation in progress…]

Before Teest could catch his breath, he received an inexplicable system notification.

[Based on new intelligence, analyzing the foreign power fragments in your body…]

[Starting to optimize skill “King of Eternal Sleep”… Power fusion in progress… Skill modification in progress…]

[New skill generated.]

The new skill description was brief.

[Destroyer: Everything has an end. Enjoy.]

[Note: This skill has exceeded system management authority. Actual effects may vary.]

For some reason, the system seemed to be in a good mood. Teest glanced at the skill. It looked pretty good, but he really didn’t have the energy to test it.

At his side, Perradat finally couldn’t hold on. Emitting a series of distressed hums, the two of them miserably popped out of Nol’s mental space.

Feeling the familiar damp air, Teest strained to open his eyes. Nol was still asleep on the altar, and he lay on Nol, forming a perfect cross.

Perradat’s beautiful head fell off the bouquet, slumping down by the huge sculpture, exhausted to the point of foaming at the mouth.

Teest relaxed his limbs where he lay on Nol. The latter grunted a few times and quickly woke up.

Unlike the two adventurers in the seal, Nol, to prevent corruption, had been in deep sleep throughout. His gaze swept over Teest and Perradat, pausing on the foam at Perradat’s mouth.

“Teest, are you okay?!” Nol, frightened, shook Teest vigorously, his voice full of panic. “Was situation of the seal bad?”

Teest stretched his limbs on Nol before propping up his body. “What do you think?”

Nol paused. “I…”

Only then did Nol realize his mind felt much clearer, as if he had had a good sleep for the first time in many years. Even when he tried to recall the past, his body showed no anomalies.

The only downside, perhaps, were the blanks in his memory. It seemed he had completely forgotten some details, but fortunately, everything related to the game was still firmly etched in his mind.

Teest focused on the face so close to him. Feeling Teest’s gaze, Nol instinctively relaxed a bit, revealing a smile.

Teest stretched out his hand, this time firmly touching Nol’s lips. He just knew, there weren’t many people in the world who could smile like this.

“Tonight, I have a very—long story to tell you,” Teest said, his gaze still on Nol’s lips. “With hot milk and fruits. Remember to keep your schedule clear.”

“…But I do have something. I’m extremely tired, honey,” Teest said, drawing a bit closer.

Seeing Teest safe and sound, Nol’s smile deepened.

Teest had seen this smile amidst thick layers of paint. He tried to recreate this smile on countless corpses, and now, he could—

Deliberately leaning forward, Teest touched his nose to Nol’s, their warm breaths instantly entwining. His silver-white hair fell onto Nol’s chest. Nol instinctively reached out, touching the back of Teest’s head.

Just like that, Nol gave a cautious kiss. He kissed very gently, with a comforting flavor. Teest conveniently shifted his head, kissing the corner of Nol’s mouth.

“Haha. I’m also very tired.” Under the statue, Perradat spoke dryly. “Actually, my church has other rooms—more comfortable, with soft beds, and without my presence. You both should really consider it.”

Nol, as if waking from a dream, blushed slightly, coughing twice. “Let’s talk business first.”

Then he turned towards Teest, his expression becoming more serious.

“I need to confirm some things, Teest. We need to have a fight.”


The author has something to say:

The life of Perradat, hurt by the young couple.

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Full Server First Kill Ch210

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 210: Silver White

“Oh my god.”

Perradat hid behind Teest, her mouth never closing. “I’ve never heard of such a thing!”

Now she knew why Nol insisted on her presence. Teest certainly wouldn’t know what it is, but across the entire universe, few species understood the Pillar of the World better than the Floating Cocoon.

With herself present, Teest emitted the aura of the Pillar of the World. With both conditions met, time in the room began to flow rapidly. Nol himself couldn’t accept this memory, so he wanted them to act as a third party, to investigate the truth in the nearest place.

Sunlight swept over the room time and again, alternating between orange-red and dazzling gold. Those black and red threads kept drawing on Xu Yue’s divine power, hatching a world called “Tahe”.

However, Xu Yue’s flesh stopped rotting. The mass of flesh in front of them gradually took shape, and its distortion gradually became orderly, turning into a bizarre embryo.

It was tightly wrapped in three pairs of cyan and red wings. Structures like eyeballs peeked through countless cracks, and its whole body emitted a mad and chaotic aura. If not for Star Stealer Sol crazily drawing its divine power, Joy Garden—and even the entire continent—would have been contaminated long ago.

“This form looks a lot like the Pillar of the World.” Before Teest could ask, Perradat explained on her own initiative. “But the Pillar of the World is pure white. This thing is more like… To speak blasphemously, it’s like a necromantic version of the Pillar of the World.”

The difference in their appearance was that between normal humans and liches.

Countless divine corpses were being integrated by the “immortality” power of the Pillar of the World, forcibly mimicking the growth process of the Pillar of the World. Admittedly, Nol couldn’t become a Pillar of the World through this means, but he stabilized the physical state very well.

“But his mind is still not secure.” Teest murmured, gently touching the hatching monster. The nameless monster filled the room, leaving them only a small corner.

His Nol stabilized the collapse of the body, solving only half of the problem. Teest knew well how chaotic Nol’s memories were, and as Nol became stronger, this chaos would only intensify.

Fortunately, time in the room flew by madly, and they would soon see the end.

Teest closed his eyes, relaxing against the monster. And the monster didn’t forget to extend its tentacles, gently touching his long hair.

……

The wreckage, known as the “Fragment of the Pillar of the World”, lent out its “immortality” power.

It skillfully suppressed countless divine corpses, integrating them together—a method much more refined than Star Stealer Sol’s rough stitching. The divine corpses no longer rotted, and the physical pain was greatly reduced.

What stood in front of Xu Yue was the increasing madness.

This is good, he thought dimly. If his consciousness were “normal”, he would have been driven mad by the endless torment and imprisonment long ago.

Now he maintained a balance. When Tahe would be perfected, the howls and murmurs in his mind would calm down. Besides his own energy being particularly focused, Nol suspected that Star Stealer Sol also made protections—obviously, Star Stealer Sol didn’t want too many problems at the end of “Tahe World”.

Xu Yue gnawed at the pitch-black screen, typing lines of bizarre characters that didn’t exist in the world. He knew Tahe was becoming more and more perfect. In this endless madness and darkness, that was the only color he could grasp.

It always reminded him of who he was.

…That was good. Now he could think.

For liberation, the divine corpses lent their knowledge to Xu Yue. For observation, the Pillar of the World also lent quite a bit of information. Xu Yue knew this was an extremely dangerous act—the bunch of dangerous knowledge jumped up and down in his head, infecting his nerves.

This was a dangerous bet. It depended on whether he would go mad or use them to find a solution first.

Think.

After the end, Star Stealer Sol would remove the protections given to him and turn to erase him, taking the precious world he created as his own. In this situation, he would definitely fall into complete madness.

Now he was on Earth. Even if he escaped this room, he would bring endless disasters to his compatriots.

Think, think.

Right, at the beginning of creation, he believed that “Tahe World” was a game. The authority of the God of Creation was solidified as the “system”, and the system naturally allowed Players from Earth to log in.

That’s to say, there was a system-permitted passage between Tahe and Earth.

Indeed, there was a way out. He could use the system to escape to Tahe, but the problem was that his current physical and mental state would also bring a catastrophic impact to the world of Tahe.

Think, think, think.

Got it.

Soon after, Tahe World was officially completed. That night, a meteor shower full of power fell from the sky, intending to erase the entire Joy Garden neighborhood.

According to the original plan, the collapsing God of Creation and any potential witnesses would die together, without a trace. People of Earth would only regard it as an unfortunate accident, just as it had been the previous three times.

Humans were too fragile, and under such destructive power, normal rescue operations would be impossible.

Xu Yue tried hard to maintain his last bit of clarity—he decapitated all his neighbors. Thus, struggling, he held those damaged heads and activated the “test account” leading to Tahe.

It was an administrator account he had secretly reserved in advance.

[Administrator Test Account “Nol” requests login]

[Login successful]

The moment before Joy Garden completely evaporated, that bizarre figure disappeared into the night.

Xu Yue specifically chose a barren wilderness to minimize the impact, and he also raised a fog around him to block the view. His arms were drenched in blood, and his neighbors were gradually dying.

The protection from Star Stealer Sol disappeared. Wave after wave of madness assaulted Xu Yue’s mind. He could maintain his clarity for fewer and fewer moments, and he had to execute the next step of his plan before being discovered by Star Stealer Sol…

The bodies of the neighbors were too damaged to log in as Players. So—

[Execute “system custody” for all living beings except me.]

Before Star Stealer Sol could react, the highest administrator authority was still in place. Xu Yue struggled against time, forcefully commanding the system. [Keep until I regain consciousness and restart activity.]

[Custody target comes from Earth. System login check in progress.]

[Target body information incomplete. Only partial permissions can be obtained. Do you want to continue?]

The huge monster, covered in wounds, stretched out countless tentacles, tightly embracing thousands of heads. [Continue.]

The system responded smoothly. [Target body information missing. Currently only support for survival via other biological bodies. Please specify selection scheme.]

[Give them… the bodies with the highest survival rate, under the premise of matching individual personalities…] Xu Yue, with his mind full of madness, insisted on giving the order.

[Custody plan recorded.]

A soft light shone, and Xu Yue’s arms were empty. Those heads turned into points of light, dissipating in the clear air of Tahe.

The voices inside his head grew louder. Xu Yue’s consciousness was like a raft in a storm. His mind could disintegrate at any moment.

Now came the last part.

[Execute “system custody” for me…] Xu Yue commanded.

[Target power is too strong. Custody failed.]

As expected.

Xu Yue held his breath and concentrated. He separated a small piece of flesh, attaching his frenzied consciousness to it. That flesh had roughly the shape of a person, thin, with a flesh membrane hanging loosely like a robe.

It had twisted hard horns on its head like organs, pitch-black hair winding on the ground, connecting to a vastly large, deformed god behind it.

…The avatar of a god.

Under the dissipation of consciousness, the avatar couldn’t even stand. Xu Yue struggled to crawl, turning his body, and bit off the connection at the end of his hair.

In the midst of madness, his forced transfer would surely leave many traces. The discovery of his escape by Star Stealer Sol was only a matter of time. He needed to leave that guy a “target to kill”.

Like his so-called “true self”.

Giving up the shackles of the flesh, giving up the forcibly piled up power, he wanted to survive.

[Execute “system custody” for me…] Xu Yue tried to prop up his avatar, commanding again.

[Target contains abnormally formatted messages. Unable to custody normally…]

[Do you want to clear the abnormally formatted message content?]

That was the mental corruption from countless divine corpses, the source of his madness.

Xu Yue: [Yes.]

[Excessive abnormal messages. Unable to clear normally. It is recommended to compress and archive. Do you want to continue?]

Very well. All that remained was…

“…please…”

Amidst the fog, Xu Yue’s actions suddenly halted. A faint voice rang in Xu Yue’s ear—that voice was pitiful and sad.

“Please, I beg of you…”

Who?

Xu Yue struggled to turn his gaze, his eyes passing through the fog and stopping on the shivering figure.

It was a woman, gaunt in appearance, with disheveled hair and wounds all over her feet, looking like a war refugee. This place was rarely visited by people. She was undoubtedly fleeing. Further away, there were a few people in tattered clothes. They huddled in the distance and didn’t dare to approach.

Oddly, even though the fog could conceal his form, the aura he emitted was very real. Typically, nearby creatures would only see him as a monster and wouldn’t dare to approach.

Xu Yue looked again at the woman not far away.

The woman in front of him had brown hair and golden eyes, possessing the typical characteristics of the Wilder people.

This was the first time Xu Yue encountered a creature he had created with his own hands.

His gaze softened involuntarily, and for a moment, the chaos in his mind cleared.

The woman knelt on the ground, trembling all over. Her forehead nearly touched the ground, and her hands were stretched forward, holding a stained swaddle. In the swaddle, the head of a baby with brown fluffy hair was visible, one arm hanging stiffly.

“Noble Lord, please…”

“Please save her, my little baby… I will do anything. I can sacrifice everything. Please save her…”

The woman’s voice was hoarse, with a sobbing tone, sounding somewhat delirious.

“She was still breathing a short while ago. You are so powerful. There must be something you can do…”

“Save my daughter, please…”

Don’t cry, he thought. Perhaps his plan could be slightly altered.

He could see that the baby had stopped breathing not long ago, and her organs hadn’t completely died. If he used just a bit of his authority—

[Are you sure?]

The fragment of the Pillar of the World asked without any fluctuation.

[You have already abandoned your true body. To forcefully grant her Player privileges—even incomplete Player privileges—requires the use of my power.]

[According to calculations, continuing to hold my “immortality” power is the wiser choice.]

[Your power is indeed very strong,] Xu Yue responded calmly. [But in the end, you are also one of my “mental corruptions”. The risk and benefit of retaining you are equally high. I’ve thought about it and choosing “maintaining mental stability” isn’t a bad idea either.]

[Next, I will completely strip away all threats and try my best to survive. After all, you are immortal. For you, it’s just a change of perspective in “recording”.]

[Agreed.] Eventually, the fragment gave its response.

Xu Yue moved his body. A tentacle gently pushed away the fog, touching the baby’s head.

[Player identity call request received.]

[Applicant confirmed.]

[Sorry, your current power is insufficient. Temporarily unable to use developer privileges.]

Xu Yue calmly continued, [Reapply, additionally grant the target “immortality” power.]

[Exceeding the law power fragment confirmed.]

[The integrity of this power is extremely low, within the operable range.]

[Integrating calculations…]

[As per the highest administrator’s request, the target successfully obtained Player Privileges [minimum], eligible for one “resurrection”.

※This privilege is granted outside the rules. The individual with this privilege will be anchored by the system.]

[Affected by the “immortality” power, related bloodlines of the target have a chance to inherit “Player Privileges [minimum]” and its characteristics.]

As the system issued one notification after another, a soft halo shone around the baby. Her brown hair turned shiny silver, her stiff arm softened, and she gradually regained color.

The fragment of the Pillar of the World left.

Its power would disperse across the land of Tahe, silently recording everything through the eyes of those it benefitted.

The swaddle moved, and the baby cried out loudly. Her mother clutched the swaddle tightly. “Thank you. Thank you! Please take whatever price. I have no complaints…”

Meanwhile, the baby curiously waved her arms, trying to grasp the fog-wrapped tentacle.

That tentacle gently rubbed the top of the baby’s head.

“I hope you… like my world…”

Xu Yue awkwardly spoke in the common language. “The price is… to live well…”

The woman looked up in a daze, just as she had clearly seen the outline in the fog, the scenery before her changed. The barren wilderness turned into a lush meadow, with the Brick Mountains vaguely visible in the distance.

There was no scent of war here.

That was long-distance spatial magic. That was the power of a god. The woman hugged her child tightly, finally bursting into tears.

……

Above the wasteland, Xu Yue was left alone again.

[Execute “system custody” for me. Compress and seal all abnormal messages. Wake me up when you think the system ownership should change.]

Ensuring no other beings were around, Xu Yue issued the command for the third time.

[A “memory seal” will be executed on you. Note, some of your personal memories are corrupted. The corrupted parts will also be sealed.]

[After sealing, you can only retain the minimum attributes. Do you wish to continue?]

[Continue. Also, attach a message to the memory seal—]

As madness approached, Xu Yue issued his final command.

[Never break the seal—!]

The moment his consciousness plunged into darkness, silence completely enveloped his ears.

This isn’t the end, Xu Yue thought. This is the beginning.

Just as Star Stealer Sol lowered his guard, content with his corruption of the system, “Xu Yue” would awaken once again. This was his world. He would remember the knowledge that belonged solely to him. He wouldn’t give up easily.

He would survive.


The author has something to say:

The truth of the past… Indeed, it was all Nol’s scheme(.


Kinky Thoughts:

Ahhhhh the links are all connecting. So, so, so, so good! 

Nol gave up his immortality from the Pillar of the World so he could save the baby girl who will eventually pass on the lineage of the Pillar of the World to her descendants.

This is the source of the White Demons—how Teest came to be! How he was resurrected once when he was killed as a child in the Immortal Church! Why the Blanco family worship this “mysterious god” in the painting! It also explains Teest’s abnormal emotions (or rather lack of emotions).


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Full Server First Kill Ch209

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 209: Breakthrough

“The aura of a Pillar of the World.”

Perradat stared at the glowing strand of hair with a complex gaze. “The ideal symbiotic species of our race—I can never mistake it. All Floating Cocoons instinctively seek out this scent.”

She stared at the strand of hair sadly for a while.

“But how would Lord Nol know this? His original form is just a human.” A few minutes later, Perradat came to her senses.

Teest clenched the strand of hair, looking towards the mutating, deformed flesh mass.

The Pillar of the World. Kando had mentioned this species, and according to him, it was a being that Perradat “wouldn’t dare to confront even in death”. It seemed, this so-called “Pillar of the World” was far stronger than both Star Stealer Sol and the Floating Cocoon.

“He must have a fragment of the Pillar of the World on him. Possibly it’s influencing him.”

Teest recalled the white scale on the chest of the Gods Corpses. “The premise is, you’re sure that Nol’s spirit belongs to a human.”

“Absolutely.” Perradat shook her head emphatically. “The Pillar of the World is indeed very powerful, but their most distinct characteristic is ‘lack of emotion’. You can imagine them as precise biological machines.”

“Only species that need social interactions—like the two of you, like me—require rich emotions. Lord Nol’s emotions are abundant. He definitely isn’t a Pillar of the World.”

That’s not right. Teest bit his lower lip hard. Nol wouldn’t have specifically called Perradat to show him a piece of the corpse of a Pillar of the World.

“What characteristics does that species have?” Teest patiently continued, “I’ve been ‘fused’ with a succubus, successfully acquiring the succubus’ skills. Since the Pillar of the World is so powerful, maybe Nol gained some special abilities.”

…Even a portion of their power.

When it came to species she was familiar with, Perradat’s head excitedly spun twice. “You’ve asked the right person. Our race knows the myth of the Pillar of the World from birth…”

“Get to the point.” Teest ruthlessly interrupted.

“The power of the Pillar of the World is ‘recording’ and ‘immortality’.”

Perradat summarized obediently.

“The Pillar of the World can naturally remember countless pieces of information. They are keen on cultivating, analyzing, and researching, strengthening themselves based on research results. Simply put, they are the most brilliant researchers.”

That’s not it, Teest thought.

Nol indeed had an excellent memory, but his interest in research was limited on ordinary days. Compared to a calm “researcher”, his Nol was more like a “creator” full of love. There was a subtle difference between the two.

“As for ‘immortality’. As long as they don’t encounter disease or injury, the lifespan of the Pillar of the World is infinite.”

“Once they die, their corpses don’t rot but shatter into countless fragments. New Pillars of the World are born from the gathered fragments of their kin, starting their journey of research anew.”

Perradat’s voice got softer and softer towards the end, gradually tinged with disbelief.

“You don’t mean to say…”

“There are also a bunch of fragments here, in a similar state,” Teest said softly.

“It’s just similar. They are a mess of fragments from various sources, not the Pillar of the World.” Perradat shouted, “Even if that piece of the Pillar of the World’s corpse contains power, it wouldn’t obey Lord Nol’s will!”

“I know what you’re thinking. This isn’t something on the same level as a Supplement Demon. With so much interference, it’s hard enough for Lord Nol to maintain rationality. Star Stealer Sol simply brutishly assembled divine corpses. That guy couldn’t manipulate powers—”

In the dark room, the newly born flesh mass was still trembling. The eyes that were revealed opened and closed, and the eyeballs turned chaotically under the flesh membrane. At that moment, Nol was probably dreaming.

He resisted the madness and darkness, forcibly constructing a busy life full of sunlight.

The black and red threads belonging to Star Stealer Sol were embedded in his flesh, gathering into a bundle at the end, disappearing into the air. Nol’s power flowed out along them, towards an unknown space.

Like the umbilical cord absorbing nutrients.

On the other end, presumably, was the planet where Tahe was nurtured. They witnessed the creation of a god, the truth far more unbearable than Teest imagined.

“Honey, I suddenly realized, you and I are actually quite similar.”

Teest, enduring the mad pressure, approached that terrifying god-like creature. He placed a hand on the mass of the monster. It was extremely cold, reminding him of Lich Nol when they first got together.

So you were also imprisoned and tormented by that guy for so long, buried in the abyss of despair.

I once took you to visit my past. Now it’s your turn to show your true self. We were forced to become monsters, doomed to death. If you are like me—

“I guess this is just the beginning. You’ve tried to escape, haven’t you?”

Teest leaned forward. Under Perradat’s shocked gaze, he gently kissed the formless monster.

“Go on. I’m looking forward to it, honey.”

Like responding to the kiss, the flesh mass quickly began to wriggle.

The enormous monster seemed to suddenly notice Teest’s presence, its surface sprouting countless tentacles, wrapping around Teest’s limbs, pulling him back to its side.

The flesh membrane trembled and split open, revealing an eyeball the size of a head in front of Teest. That eye overflowed with madness, yet it contained a hint of gentleness.

Those tentacles gently patted Teest’s body, running down his spine.

The next moment, memories suddenly accelerated, with day and night wildly alternating outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

……

After moving into the house, Xu Yue’s new life could be described as perfect, except for one flaw—he had nightmares every night.

In the dreams were countless claws and tentacles of various shapes, constricting his limbs and neck, tearing and pulling in different directions, trying to rip him to pieces. He heard indistinct moans and screams, roars and whispers. Each time he woke up, Xu Yue was drenched in cold sweat.

Initially, these dreams would fade gradually after waking up. But as time passed, they became increasingly vivid. The tearing in the dreams left bruises, and the pulling was accompanied by dislocations and severe pain. After waking from the dreams, he still remembered the rot and wrinkles on those monstrous hands.

This is terrible. Xu Yue sighed as he walked past the crawling flesh on the ground.

It was all because of these dreams, his mind was filled with inexplicable voices and images, incessantly noisy day and night. It was okay when he was working, but the moment he stopped to rest, those voices made it impossible for him to think.

“You’re too noisy.” One day, he couldn’t help but say to them. “I’ll create a group for you guys first and check the messages after work.”

Saying that, he picked up his phone, and inserted the data cable into the gap in his spine. As his skin split open, the voices in his head eerily quieted for a moment, then the volume lowered, turning from chaotic screams to whispering.

Xu Yue satisfactorily closed this new work group.

Night fell again. Before going to sleep, Xu Yue picked up his blood-stained phone and scrolled through the messages.

They were in pain. They couldn’t rest. They didn’t want to stay together.

They said the dreams were real. They said he was being deceived. They suggested he end it sooner.

No. Xu Yue firmly replied to them. I don’t want to die.

In that night’s nightmare, one of the tentacles was particularly furious. It crushed his limbs, repeatedly slamming him in the darkness. It really hurts. Xu Yue listened to the buzzing in his head. It’s too painful.

But his life had just begun. His work wasn’t yet finished, and he had designed a very beautiful dragon. This was just a fucking nightmare. He could deal with it.

So, Xu Yue bit down hard on that mad tentacle, tearing and swallowing with all his might. His thought was simple—without hands or feet, he couldn’t open it. So as long as he ate it, it wouldn’t come back to torment him again.

Slippery, rotten—it was as if he was swallowing strong acid mouthful by mouthful. The pain boiled his brain, burning his internal organs. But it was okay, the tentacle was gradually diminishing. The nightmare would always end. He was sure he could finish eating it.

At sunrise, everything would return to normal. He would make a cup of coffee, water the flowers, and go to work as usual.

Daytime life was always beautiful, and the game production was going smoothly. Only the messages in that work group were becoming crazier and crazier, and more and more monsters came to torment him in the nightmare.

They hoped he would break down sooner. They hoped he could lead them to die together.

No matter how Xu Yue fought them off, they would come back again and again. Only by swallowing them could his mind get some peace.

Maybe he was crazy. When swallowing those chunks of flesh, Xu Yue thought so. How could dreams hurt so much? Why were there more and more miscellaneous items in his place? Perhaps there was a little problem with his life.

He had tried going to the hospital for an examination or asking colleagues. But the feedback he always got was “everything is normal”.

Then he had to investigate by himself.

[Let’s talk. What do you really want?]

Nol rarely opened the work group, deciding to slack off for a while. He extended his two hands and tapped on the keyboard, throwing out questions into the dark screen.

Those beings were fierce when they tore at him, but communicating with them was difficult, as if their thoughts weren’t clear. Many of the members could only express simple “yes” or “no” answers and were often spaced out or disconnected.

Day after day passed, and Xu Yue finally pieced together the answer.

[According to you, I’m being used to create a world.]

Xu Yue typed rapidly. [You are the remnants of gods, forced to merge with me, so that I could have tremendous power. But in this process, we must all endure pain—you wish for rest, and I wish to live.]

Perhaps it was his calm attitude, but those voices just gave a uniform “affirmative” response.

[And according to you, I am doomed to die. Even if I consume your spirits, your bodies will still decay, weakening me as well.]

[This is a bit troublesome. I still don’t want to die.]

There was silence in the work group.

[Don’t you resent this?] After a while, a relatively clear voice posed the question.

[You want to die, I want to live. Everyone is striving for their own goals. There’s nothing to be angry about.] Xu Yue said, [I am indeed angry at the one who stitched us together, but it won’t easily harm me before the world is completed. During this time, we can think of a solution together.]

[…A way to let you all rest and let me live.]

Having said that, Xu Yue smiled at the black hole-like screen. His body was oozing with decaying juice, the pain spreading from night to day, and the situation was worsening. Sometimes while watering the flowers, his wrist would break off limply.

What should he do?

Xu Yue poured a cup of coffee, contemplating as he looked at the snowflakes outside. The snowflakes fell, and his body was slowly disintegrating, the noise in his head becoming more chaotic.

Fortunately, he still had time, and his mind could catch a breath—

Whether it was a world or a game, he wanted to complete it. He was really happy when making it. Even if he had actually gone mad or was truly caught in some god’s prank.

The world he created with his own hands was still beautiful.

Finally, as the game’s production was nearing its end, Xu Yue noticed something unusual. Different from those noisy wills wishing for death, there was a will inside him that was always silent. It was like an observer, standing at the edge of his nightmare. It wouldn’t tear his body apart, nor would it spam the work group.

It just coldly observed, and Xu Yue wasn’t even sure if it was conscious. But Xu Yue could be sure of one thing—those randomly scrambling limbs specifically avoided it, as if in fear.

During this time, to find a way to survive, he specifically learned about those noisy monsters inside him. Unfortunately, it was like trying his luck at a second-hand book stall with his eyes closed. The knowledge he gained was mostly useless, only making his thoughts more chaotic.

But it wasn’t time to give up yet.

One night, Xu Yue dragged his broken body and organs, crawling towards that silver light in the darkness.

[What are you?] He ignored the limbs tearing at his organs, barely protecting his head.

[A fragment of the Pillar of the World.]

Xu Yue didn’t know what “a fragment of the Pillar of the World” was, but it sounded powerful enough.

[You don’t want to die?] he asked in pain.

[I have no preference,] it said. Its expression was surprisingly clear, but it lacked the emotions a living being should have. [I await completeness, await to record.]

[I don’t understand…]

The fragment didn’t answer again. Just as Nol was about to continue, a memory suddenly pierced his mind. It was information about “the Pillar of the World”, very detailed explanations.

The thing in front of him was more like a set of programs set in advance, just waiting for the system to operate.

Immortal power, corpse rebirth… his own unsolvable body that was collapsing…

Xu Yue reached out his blood-soaked hand towards that fragment, only to be blocked by a silver-white light screen in the blink of an eye.

[Invalid invitation,] it said.

The next second, Xu Yue was grabbed into a pulp by the surging limbs behind him. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the familiar ceiling of his bedroom—the thick blood vessels throbbing, the mattress beneath him rising and falling.

Xu Yue decisively picked up his phone, swiftly took a day off, and went back to sleep immediately.

It seemed he had found a breakthrough.

The world quickly fell into darkness, and the pain of being torn apart struck again. Xu Yue, accustomed to ignoring his shattered body, made a beeline for that fragment.

[I have a proposal. I can let you collect brand-new information.] He said, [I am creating a special world that carries civilizations, and my body is covered with countless fragments of corpses. Obey me, and you can obtain a unique sample of records.]

The fragment didn’t respond immediately. It seemed to be considering.

Amidst the splattering of flesh and blood, Xu Yue’s tone was calm and confident. [Under such similar yet different conditions, what will I become? The environment is filled with madness and the unknown, how should I escape it. By missing this deal, you will lose this special case forever.]

[Obey me, repair me, record me.]

After a long silence, the fragment finally gave an answer.

[Prove your value,] it said.


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Well, Star Stealer Sol might have lost because he wasn’t crazy enough (.


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Charlie’s Book Ch194

Author: 冬瓜茶仙人 / Winter Melon Tea Immortal

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


Chapter 194

Arnie was a child with a bit of a cleanliness obsession. Apart from his family, he rarely allowed others to get close to him because he could sense all sorts of smells and breaths on people—the smell of laundry that hadn’t been fully dried, the residual scent of anise cookies eaten in the morning, and even the smell of sweat after activity and breath during speech, all of which made him uncomfortable.

Others weren’t as sensitive as he was. They either said, “I don’t smell anything special, Arnie,” or “Add a little more perfume. This is the latest from the capital”—Arnie wasn’t old enough to appreciate perfume and only felt that the artificial scents made him sneeze.

So, when Oscar first lifted him onto the chair, Arnie stiffened for a moment and then discreetly sniffed. Surprisingly, it wasn’t bad. Oscar didn’t seem to be the type who sweated easily. Even up close, there was no smell of skin oils.

Slightly more relaxed, Arnie watched curiously as Oscar tied his bow tie. The man’s appearance was quite ordinary, but his fingers were beautifully shaped, and the way the fabric moved between them was like playing a string instrument.

“All done.” Charlie gave the small bow tie a final adjustment, then sat on the bed, tilting his head to look at Arnie. “Young Master Arnie, did you come to see me for something?”

Arnie glanced at the tent entrance. It was empty and quiet outside.

“Elaby said you tell stories.” Arnie leaned his hands on his knees and looked at him. “Where do your stories come from?”

“They come from time,” Charlie said. “For instance, the story I told you last night is my real experience.”

Arnie shifted uncomfortably in his chair, but Charlie didn’t let him remain awkward for long. He began the story again, recounting the adventure in the lush forest. Gino was a very spirited young dragon, full of energy and constantly talking.

Whether the mage was as bad as described was debatable, but his magical power was real. Gino became more and more animated, even describing how the mage used feathered birds as dusters for his books—a form of mistreatment. While passing an old fir tree, the trunk shook strangely, and countless colorful caterpillars fell from the canopy, all landing on the little dragon Gino.

Arnie shuddered at the thought. He hated soft-bodied creatures without spines, and…

“The stings of caterpillars are very painful. Especially the brightly colored ones, which can cause sleepless nights,” Charlie said. “But strangely, although I was close to Gino, not a single caterpillar landed on me. I guessed the mage had heard Gino’s complaints and was punishing him.”

“The dragon might have been lying,” Arnie said fairly. “If the caterpillars didn’t approach you, it means the mage was quite reasonable.”

“I thought so too,” Charlie said with a smile. “Gino has a big mouth but a good heart. After I spent an hour helping him remove all the caterpillars, he did lead me out of the forest.”

“Where is that forest?” Arnie asked.

“That’s the strange part—I tried to find it again later but couldn’t. The area was sparsely populated, and finding a guide was difficult. I couldn’t stay there long and had to leave disappointed.”

Arnie said seriously, “My history teacher says dragons abandoned the continent three hundred years ago and migrated overseas, becoming legendary creatures. If you saw a real dragon, you could—”

He thought for a moment, seeming to flip through a book in his mind. “You could apply to the Empire for an expedition. If confirmed, discovering such a valuable creature could earn you a cultural medal or even a title.”

Charlie struggled to suppress a laugh because Arnie’s demeanor was too formal. It was amusing to hear a child speak seriously about “expeditions” and “titles”. The contrast was delightful.

Even more amusing was knowing that thirteen years later, Arnie would still have this tone, though more mature and confident, with a more imposing presence. The posture would seem fitting for Duke Dwight in the future, but not just yet.

“I’m just a novelist. I don’t need a title,” Charlie said. “You see, neither wealth nor land would let me see dragons, legendary trees, and rare beasts, or experience thrilling, deadly adventures.”

That made sense. Arnie was stunned, leaning forward a bit.

“What are rare beasts?” he asked. Arnie wasn’t an inexperienced child. Though young, his father, Duke Dwight, wasn’t one to keep his children sheltered in a castle. Arnie had already been to the capital, the eastern port cities, and the large border city built in the canyon that bordered the Doran continent.

But those bustling cities had everything except forests and dragons.

“What are rare beasts?” Arnie repeated.

“Well…” Charlie began, but then someone lifted the tent flap—it was Elaby.

Arnie turned and saw Elaby, remembering he had sneaked out. He felt uneasy.

Hiding his whereabouts was irresponsible—Duke Dwight had taught Arnie that his actions, as the son of an Imperial Duke, could affect many lives.

He wasn’t clear on the responsibilities of being the Duke’s eldest son, but he knew he had done something wrong. Elaby was usually gentle, but when the old steward wasn’t around, Elaby, as his assistant, represented the steward’s authority and could be strict.

“Young Master.” Elaby called to him without a smile, and Arnie slid off the chair and walked toward him.

Elaby looked down at him. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

Arnie pouted but nodded.

“Miss Priscilla is waiting for you.” When the parents were away, the sister took on the teaching responsibility.

Charlie stood up as well. Arnie was too short and kept his head down, so he couldn’t see Elaby’s expression—although his tone was cold, his expression was calm. There was no sign of panic about the Young Master’s disappearance. With knights guarding the camp, Charlie didn’t believe no one saw Arnie enter his tent.

To him, it seemed Elaby had only come because it was lunchtime and had always known where Arnie was.

Unfortunately, young Arnie didn’t understand this subtlety. Knowing he was in the wrong, he didn’t resist much as Elaby led him away. Charlie watched the small figure with the beautiful light blond hair that now looked rather downcast and felt a bit sorry for him.

But he knew that in a few years, the current Duke and Duchess Dwight would both die in an accident. Arnie had a lot to learn to become a Dwight, but there wasn’t much time.

Knowing that Dwight’s upbringing was more arduous than joyful was one thing; witnessing it firsthand was another. Although Charlie liked Dwight, he often found him very reserved and self-satisfied, always demanding too much of others. Seeing young Arnie now, Charlie felt it wasn’t easy for him to grow up safely.

……

“I won’t do anything to Oscar,” Elaby said, noticing how Arnie kept looking back. He thought Oscar seemed like the Pied Piper from fairy tales, as if he had a natural magic that made children easily like him.

“You are the Duke’s son. Oscar cannot refuse your request, and it’s not like he encouraged you to sneak away… Did he?”

Arnie shook his head.

Elaby genuinely cared for him. Asking Priscilla to educate and punish him was merely symbolic—only requiring Arnie to copy a few ancient poems after dinner. Everyone at Brandenburg knew that the siblings were out to relax because they missed their parents, and they all wanted to make them as happy as possible.

Perhaps because the punishment was so mild, Arnie’s mood quickly improved. He sat next to Priscilla on a bench, telling his sister the stories he had heard from Oscar.

Priscilla also found it interesting. “Is he a novelist or a storyteller? Elaby said he gathered half the town’s children to listen to his stories. Could it be that his books don’t sell well, and he makes a living by telling stories?”

“He said he’s only published one book called “Grapevine”, which tells the life story of a weaver living under a grapevine. But the weaver has a very short lifespan, so the book is very thin.”

Priscilla blinked, feeling that this book sounded quite unreliable.

But Arnie seemed very happy, which was rare.

It wasn’t that her little brother lacked emotions and couldn’t be happy, but the things that usually made Arnie happy were rarely “people”. He would get excited over particularly intricate toys or very rare animals, but he rarely found the same joy in interacting with people. The Duchess had once confided in her daughter, worrying that Arnie’s overly aloof nature might lead him astray—the so-called wrong path being serving God personally and living in a church for life.

It was rare for him to be interested in someone, even if it was just a brief enthusiasm. It was remarkable progress.

Priscilla said, “He said he has traveled to many places on the continent, so he must have many more stories. But we have to return tomorrow. What should we do then?”

With their parents absent, they couldn’t stay outside the castle for too long. It wasn’t safe.

Arnie understood this too, so he held Priscilla’s hand and insisted, “I want to bring him back to the castle to tell stories every day.”


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Charlie’s Book Ch193

Author: 冬瓜茶仙人 / Winter Melon Tea Immortal

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


Chapter 193

Arnie was dying to know who that person was—he had talked with Elaby all night but hadn’t even mentioned his own name.

But he didn’t want to ask, because if he asked Elaby today, it would be like admitting to everyone that he had been eavesdropping all night.

“Arnie?” Priscilla waved her hand in front of his face. Her brother had been sitting still since the morning, looking like a daydreaming doll.

Adorably so.

But Priscilla knew Arnie wasn’t actually daydreaming. This child’s mind worked astonishingly fast, so he often got lost in his own world, with his expressions and movements unable to keep up with the speed of his thoughts.

At these times, Arnie was easily managed. Priscilla, who had come to see her brother early in the morning, exchanged a glance with her maid and started trying various clothes on him. By the time Arnie snapped out of it, they were already heating up the curling iron, which made him jump off the stool and move far away.

Priscilla coaxed him, “It won’t burn.”

Arnie flatly refused, “No.”

“Alright.” Priscilla was a bit disappointed. Arnie had such beautiful hair color, and she had always wanted to try giving him cute angelic curls, but he was very wary of the curling iron, calling it a torture device.

Although the curling plan failed, Priscilla still managed to dress him in a meticulously crafted vintage-style suit while he was distracted. Arnie didn’t like wearing such formal attire on informal occasions, but it was too late to change now.

“Elaby has prepared some interesting activities today,” Priscilla told him. “They found a clean patch of grass where we can have lunch—don’t pout like that. I promise there will be no bugs crawling on the plates today.”

The convoy, originally camped by the edge of the small forest, moved twenty miles eastward to an open depression with a shallow stream. The stream likely fed into one of the Lake of Sighs tributaries, but it was so shallow that even Arnie and Priscilla could dip their feet in it.

Alfred conducted thorough checks on the hired entertainers, almost wanting to strip their underwear to check for hidden charms. The birdkeeper and others had minor complaints, but Brandenburg’s payment was so generous that they greeted Arnie and Priscilla with genuine smiles.

Alai, the birdkeeper, had a large, colorful bird perched on his shoulder, the leader of his bird troupe, which could lead the other birds in various tricks like low-altitude flight formations, fetching small items on command, and conversing with Alai—only two birds could speak, though their voices were hoarse and not very pleasant, and one had a tendency to swear, which Alai quickly stifled, making Priscilla giggle.

The Duchess had once kept birds in the castle, but those beautiful yet delicate birds were very picky about their environment and could easily fall ill if not cared for properly. They were gentle, though, and would nuzzle people’s hands affectionately.

In contrast, Alai’s birds were more like street urchins. Rather than being spectacular performers, their vitality and human-like behavior were more impressive.

Arnie watched their performance intently, then asked Alai, “What species are these birds? I’ve never seen them before.” He wanted to keep some too.

“I don’t know their species either, Young Master,” Alai replied cautiously. “I collected them gradually during my travels.”

Having performed all over the continent, Alai could tell this pretty, noble child was interested in his birds, and wealthy nobles never had to suppress their desires.

The colorful bird on Alai’s shoulder tilted its head to meet Arnie’s gaze, while the knight beside Arnie kept a close watch on its sharp beak.

But the expected request (or command) didn’t come. The little boy stared at the bird for a while, then turned to Priscilla and shook his head.

“It doesn’t want to live in the castle,” Arnie told Priscilla. “Never mind.”

Priscilla couldn’t understand the silent exchange of looks between her brother and the bird, nor could she discern any expression of will on the bird’s face. But Arnie had a unique ability; he could easily sense the emotions of people and animals. If he said the bird didn’t want to, then it certainly didn’t want to.

Hearing that a noble child of this age knew what “restraint” was, Alai hid his surprised expression and respectfully took the water basin handed to him, leading the birds away to rest and drink.

Actually, he wasn’t too worried about wealthy people forcefully taking his birds because…

“If you forcefully capture them, they’ll escape from the cage after you pay,” Arnie continued to Priscilla.

Alai, who had not yet walked far, was startled by this and almost spilled the water on the grass.

Priscilla glanced at the back of the birdkeeper with the corner of her eye, then touched the back of her brother’s neck to make sure he wasn’t sweating and asked, “It’s not lunchtime yet. Do you want to see the magic show?”

“No.” Arnie looked around, slid off the chair, and pushed away the hands that tried to help him. “I want to go back to the tent to rest.”

“Then I…”

“I’ll go by myself,” Arnie emphasized.

Priscilla raised an eyebrow but didn’t insist.

They had set up camp with Priscilla and Arnie’s tents at the center. As long as he didn’t leave the Brandenburg Knights’ guard circle, it was fine for Arnie to walk around on his own.

Elaby probably knew what Young Master Arnie wanted to do. He smiled and whispered to Priscilla about what happened last night.

“The storyteller?” Priscilla tilted her head. “Arnie wants to find him to finish last night’s story?”

She knew her brother well.

Arnie walked back to his tent with his hands behind his back, then started picking through the drinks and biscuits in the tent, sending the attendants off to prepare new snacks. Then, thinking he was being sneaky, he slipped out of the tent.

There was no need to ask Elaby to know where the entertainers would be. They would certainly be with the musicians, as the Dwight family arranged everything by function. He had just seen Elaby take the bird keeper and magician over, but their voices were different from the one he heard last night.

So Elaby must not have arranged for that person to serve today. Arnie only remembered falling asleep to the story of the strange creature claiming to be a dragon and was eager to know what happened next.

Charlie was sleeping in his tent.

It wasn’t that he was lazy, sleeping until midday. His tent was closest to the Brandenburg’s musicians’ tents. Last night, those idle artists, inspired, gathered to write songs and sing, and despite not having rabbit ears anymore, Charlie’s sensitive hearing was subjected to their entire performance until dawn.

Arnie didn’t know this. He just thought the man was incredibly sloppy. Even beggars wouldn’t sleep in broad daylight like this.

He walked to Charlie’s bed and observed. This man’s skin wasn’t particularly dark or fair, his nose neither flat nor high, his face full of freckles, his hair dull, and his skin showed few signs of labor.

He looked extremely ordinary.

Could such a person really travel alone across the continent and witness many strange and wonderful things?

He had sent the attendants away to come here, so there was no time to wait for the man to wake up naturally. Arnie leaned over and poked Charlie’s face.

Charlie woke up as soon as Arnie touched him—but he didn’t immediately open his eyes.

No assassin would easily sneak into the Brandenburg Knights’ domain.

Seeing no reaction, Arnie poked him again.

Still no movement.

Arnie thought for a moment, then stood on tiptoe, half climbing onto the bed, and reached out to shake him. Suddenly, Charlie opened his eyes, staring directly at Arnie.

This gave Arnie quite a scare. He instinctively wanted to run, but his feet were still off the ground, so he could only flail ineffectively.

Charlie sat up, watching with interest as Arnie tried to use his belly to push himself backward until his feet touched the ground, then stood up with a startled expression on his face.

“Who are you?” Charlie asked knowingly after Arnie had steadied himself.

Arnie was stunned.

This voice was definitely the one from last night’s story. But he had never met someone who didn’t know who he was—ordinary people didn’t have the chance to interact with him, and those who could stand before the Duke’s youngest son would definitely recognize him.

However, last night he had kept himself covered with a blanket, so it made sense this person didn’t recognize him.

“I’m Arnie, the eldest son of Duke Dwight. What’s your name?” Arnie asked, his head held high.

Charlie feigned a look of subtle surprise.

“Ah, Young Master Arnie. I’m Oscar,” Charlie replied, barely suppressing a smile.

So even thirteen years ago, Dwight was already carrying such a heavy burden. No matter the situation, he didn’t forget to put on airs. But as a five-year-old, his maturity had its limits. Arnie didn’t even notice that his shirt and jacket had become disheveled, yet he still spoke grandly.

“Sorry for my rude appearance,” Charlie said, getting out of bed and bringing over the only chair in the tent. Before Arnie could react, he picked him up by the ribs and placed him on the chair.

Charlie’s movements were so smooth that Arnie didn’t realize not everyone could touch him freely—then, without a word, Charlie began to wash his face.

This attitude left Arnie a bit bewildered. What surprised him more was that the man seemed to genuinely see no difference between him and a neighbor’s child who had wandered into his bedroom.

He almost forgot why he was there. Watching Oscar tidying himself up, Arnie instinctively looked down at himself and realized his clothes were now a mess, very unbecoming.

Taking advantage of Oscar bending over to get some mint water from his suitcase, Arnie tucked his shirt into his trousers and tried to straighten his slightly crooked tie.

But today’s outfit wasn’t done by his usual attendants but by the stern maid from Priscilla’s side, and the suit wasn’t even from his own luggage. Who knew why Priscilla had packed this formal suit for her brother.

Arnie knew how to tie the most common types of ties, but today’s was unfamiliar. He kept tugging at it, making it worse.

Charlie, fastening his last button, saw the little Dwight struggling with the tie and couldn’t help but laugh.

“May I help you?” Charlie asked, kneeling in front of the chair to seek his permission.

Arnie was strangely pleased—no one had ever so earnestly asked for his opinion. Most people saw taking care of him as a given duty, without offering him a choice, while inquiries from Priscilla and his parents were mostly indulgent.

So he let go of the tie.

It hadn’t been completely untied, but Charlie looked at it and smiled. “Good thing I happen to know this style—”

He stopped mid-sentence.

Arnie noticed his change in mood and tilted his head to look at him.

Charlie stood up slowly, moved behind Arnie, and untied the mostly undone tie.

“This style isn’t common,” Charlie said softly, moving slowly to let Arnie see each step. “It’s specifically designed to match the vintage shirt you’re wearing, but since it only matches specific designs, fewer people use it.”


The author has something to say:

Although he often wears formal attire, the collar style of this shirt is quite peculiar, and he couldn’t find the right way to tie it after several attempts.

Dwight glanced at it, then stood up to look at it in the light.

“This is an old vintage style that’s rarely used now.”

—Chapter 135

The story of the chubby dragon Gino and the mage comes from a short story I wrote many years ago, “The Emerald Valley”. It’s available in my profile, and those interested can read it for free.


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Beyond the Galaxy Ch3

Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

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


Chapter 3

With his nostrils stuffed with two cotton balls, Alois Lagrange felt like he had never been more humiliated in his life as he returned from the infirmary. To make matters worse, his fellow inmates were staring at him with envy, whispering in small groups, “Did you hear? Johnson attacked one of Alois’s men and got sent to the infirmary!” “What’s wrong with Alois’s nose? Did Johnson hit him?” “No way! I heard from Von Neumann that he had a nosebleed from being too excited with that silver-haired beauty in the shower.” “Oh, what good fortune!”

Alois silently decided that anyone who dared to mention “good fortune” in front of him again would get their nose broken.

Back in his cell, Alois threw himself onto his bed and hugged his beloved pillow. He wished he could sleep and wake up to find that the weird cellmate and nosebleed in the shower had been just a dream.

Joshua put down the bamboo basket full of clean clothes and was about to climb to the top bunk. Suddenly, the pile of clothes moved, and a small black head popped out.

“Meow.” Schrödinger called to the silver-haired man.

Alois rested his head on one arm and made a shooing gesture with the other. “Shoo, shoo, go find your daddy! Or your daddy will come to check the cells at night!”

The cat jumped out of the laundry basket, circled Joshua’s feet, and rubbed against his ankles. “Meow.”

Joshua poked Alois. “Is it hungry again?”

“Even if it is, I have nothing to feed it. All I have is cigarettes! Do cats smoke?”

“I saw you have half a pack of jerky under your pillow.”

“What do you want to do? That’s my emergency food supply!”

Without waiting for an answer, Joshua lifted the pillow and grabbed the half pack of jerky hidden underneath. Alois grabbed his hand, but Joshua quickly broke free. The silver-haired man stepped back a few steps, threw a piece of jerky to the cat, and stuffed another piece into his own mouth before quickly climbing to the top bunk. The cat picked up the jerky, gave Alois a provocative look, and jumped onto the bed.

“You two bastards!” Alois roared as he climbed to the top bunk, his movements clearly less agile than Joshua and the cat.

“Don’t come up here. The bed will collapse,” the silver-haired man said, lying flat with the black cat curled up beside him.

“It won’t! I’ve done exercises up here, and it never collapsed!” Alois pressed down on Joshua, staring into his black and gold eyes. Neither spoke for a moment. They were so close now, they could almost accidentally kiss. If someone saw their position now, they would definitely think the two were about to do something. In fact, Alois did have such a thought for a moment, given how close they were… He could feel Joshua’s heartbeat through his muscles and clothes and the warm breath on his face. The freshly washed silver hair was still damp, scattered on the pillow, feeling cool and silky, like some kind of precious fabric. Joshua’s skin was so pale it was almost transparent, and the collar of his prison uniform had an unbuttoned button, revealing a beautifully shaped collarbone.

Alois’s breathing quickened as he carefully touched the hollow between the collarbones, then slowly moved his hand down, slipping it into the clothes.

“No.” Joshua pressed down on the misbehaving hand, bent one knee, and it just so happened to press against Alois’s groin.

The movements stopped. Alois trembled, recalling Joshua’s rough “treatment” earlier. Now the silver-haired man’s expression seemed to say, “If you dare to touch again, I’ll kick your balls.” Damn, it was still aching even now. Would it be alright? He’d better see a doctor tomorrow.

“Lagrange, you better get up.”

“I won’t!”

“If you don’t get up, Schrödinger will be crushed to death by you.”

Alois looked down and saw the black cat glaring at him with a pitiful expression, trapped under his arm.

“What…what are you looking at! If you dare, go complain to your daddy!” He grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck and threw it off the bed. The black cat meowed a few times and persistently jumped back up.

“When did you get so close to the cat?” Alois grumbled.

Joshua smiled and gently stroked the black cat. “You don’t understand. Fatten it up, and it can become a mobile emergency food…”

Schrödinger shivered.

“Are…are you serious?”

“Just kidding.” Joshua tore the last piece of jerky in half, giving one part to the black cat and holding the other in his mouth.

“You son of a…” Alois wanted to curse but found himself at a loss for words. Finally, he could only say angrily, “Save some for me!” He bit the half piece of jerky in the silver-haired man’s mouth and swallowed it without chewing.

Joshua blinked. “Was that a kiss just now?”

“That was ‘snatching food from a beast’s mouth’!”

……

Joanna Begrel sat cross-legged, eating potato chips while watching TV. Hecate treated her quite well. She didn’t have to work in the sewing factory, laundry room, or kitchen like other female prisoners. She just had to stay in her cell every day. Compared to where others lived, her cell could almost be considered a pleasant environment: a wooden bed with soft bedding, a barely tolerable but manageable sofa, an old flat-screen TV (receiving twenty-six Empire channels, twelve free city state channels, and three Federal channels, far inferior to the holographic projector on the spaceship, but thank God, Joanna was always easygoing and never picky), and a 24-hour surveillance camera monitoring her. Except for the lack of freedom and poor food, she had almost everything she needed.

Now the female pirate was leisurely watching a midnight drama: a zombie suddenly sat up from a coffin, and several women screamed in terror.

“Lisa, we need to get out of here quickly!” one woman waved to her companion.

The companion took two steps back and spoke in a man’s voice, “Hey, Joanna, good morning. Is the drama good?”

Joanna calmly crunched on a potato chip. “Leo, it’s midnight.”

The woman on TV continued in the man’s voice, “According to the interstellar standard calendar, it’s now 6 AM. How long have you been here to have your biological clock messed up?”

The female pirate said, “Alright. I’ll adjust to the time difference. Leo, did you hack into Hecate’s computer system?”

“Yes.” This time, it was the zombie speaking. “I can see you through the surveillance camera. God, is Hecate really a prison, not a star hotel? Seeing how comfortable you’re living, I almost don’t want to rescue you. You could live like this for the rest of your life, really.”

“Leonard!”

“My bad, Captain.” The voice had no remorse at all. “I’m dealing with Hecate’s tactical satellite. In twenty minutes, ‘Lady of the Night’ will enter the atmosphere. Then I’ll unlock all the prison doors and drop a gondola to the ground. You’ll have seven minutes to take the gondola back to the mothership. If you exceed the time limit, we’ll be blasted to space dust by the tactical satellite.”

“You can only hold out for seven minutes?”

“Trust me, Captain. Anyone else wouldn’t even last seven seconds.” The voice was somewhat sullen. “Hecate has five tactical satellites, each equipped with different mid-level artificial intelligence. I have to control all five simultaneously. Do you know how difficult that is?”

“Alright, alright, don’t explain such complex stuff to me!” The female pirate ate the last potato chip.

“You’re the kindest captain in the entire universe! I’m starting the countdown!”

A small timer appeared in the upper right corner of the TV screen. At first glance, it looked like an electronic clock that appears at the top of every hour. The numbers changed from 00:20:00 to 00:19:59.


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Beyond the Galaxy Ch2

Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

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


Chapter 2

Joshua suddenly let out a piercing scream, jumping up from his seat and shouting in alarm, “What is this?!”

His enemy leisurely walked out from under the table, swishing its tail. “Meow.”

The prisoners burst into laughter.

“Oh, it’s just a cat,” Alois said, shoulders shaking. “A black cat. Don’t worry. It won’t hurt you. Have you never seen such a creature before?”

The cat meowed again, its amber eyes with almond-shaped pupils.

Joshua calmed down, returning to his indifferent demeanor. “No. I’ve only seen a creature called a panther. This cat looks a bit like its cub.” He looked at the cat rubbing against his foot, puzzled. “What’s wrong with it?”

“It’s hungry. Give it some food.”

Without thinking, Joshua picked up the broccoli from his tray. Alois sighed. “It doesn’t eat that.” He picked out a grilled fish, threw it on the ground, and the cat sniffed it before eating contentedly.

“…Can I kill this little beast?” Joshua frowned. It was eating better than humans!

“Of course not. It’s the warden’s pet. If you do, you won’t see tonight’s moon.”

The cat quickly finished the fish, then leapt onto the bench, eyeing the remaining food on the tray. Joshua hurriedly shielded his tray, afraid the cat would do something irreversible.

The cat squinted, showing an expression that could only be described as “disdain”, then turned to Alois.

“Don’t look at me! Shoo, go find your owner!” Alois shooed the black cat away.

As soon as Alois finished speaking, a commotion erupted at the cafeteria door. The prisoners, who had been sitting and eating, stood up in waves like a human tide. The governor and warden of Hecate, surrounded by a crowd of guards, made his entrance. The warden was a middle-aged man with a perpetually sorrowful face, deep nasolabial folds that spoke of professional misfortune. In his youth, he might have been known as a melancholic handsome man, but now he was just a balding, chubby middle-aged man.

The warden surveyed the crowd, and everyone stood at attention, afraid of being beaten for showing disrespect. In Hecate, the warden’s authority was second only to the head chef’s. The warden’s gaze swept across everyone’s faces, finally stopping on Joshua and Alois. His previously dull eyes suddenly lit up, burning with an intensity that made them shiver.

Just when they thought this malicious man was going to make their lives miserable, the warden suddenly squatted down, opening his arms joyfully and shouting, “Schrödinger! My dear little sweetheart. You’re here after all!”

The black cat jumped down from the bench, running into his arms. The warden lovingly stroked the cat’s smooth fur, choking up. “You little rascal, you scared Daddy to death. Daddy thought something happened to you! Don’t run off next time. You know there are a lot of creepy uncles here who love to eat cat meat…” He kept muttering as he turned and walked out the door, leaving the crowded cafeteria behind. The guards coughed awkwardly, waving for everyone to sit down. The cafeteria returned to its noisy state.

Joshua put the tray back on the table, his eyes glinting as he asked Alois, “So… cats are edible?”

“What are you planning?!”

In the dark expanse of space, a ship blacker than darkness was speeding towards its destination: a desolate planet on the edge of the galaxy, the prison planet Hecate.

After dinner, the prisoners began their colorful nightlife. The game room was the most popular spot, but not everyone could secure a place there. The fight for spots often involved bloody violence and body trading. In his first month at Hecate, Alois secured a reserved spot by the pool table.

However, today he had no interest in facing the jeers of his fellow inmates in the game room. Gathering a few clothes, Alois headed to the bathroom. As soon as he walked in, he was once again taken aback by the scene before him.

Joshua Planck, using his incredible intelligence, luck, and humility in asking questions, had found the bathroom without Alois Lagrange’s guidance. Now he was nonchalantly bathing amidst a group of burly, energetic men. Alois swallowed, greedily watching as water soaked Joshua’s silky silver hair, flowing down his smooth back, sliding into the cleft of his ass, and then down his straight, long legs. Joshua’s skin glowed like some kind of jade, looking even more lustrous when wet. Just imagining the smooth texture made Alois want to rush over and press Joshua against the wall for a rough assault.

While he was indulging in his fantasies, a dirty hand ruined the beautiful scene.

“Hey, little chick, are you new?” Johnson Caron leered, slapping Joshua’s butt, eliciting laughter from those around. “Pretty fresh. Wanna have a go with me?”

Joshua looked at him coldly. “Take your hand off.”

“Oh, I’m so scared. Daddy, come save me!” Johnson Caron mimicked in a shrill voice, then chuckled.

“I’ll repeat, take your hand off.”

Johnson ignored the threat, instead pinching the pale skin. Joshua stepped back, trying to shake off the big man, but his wrist was grabbed.

“Let go!” The silver-haired man’s eyes narrowed, the black and gold irises glaring like a beast in the misty bathroom air.

Johnson whistled, intending to continue his harassment.

“I hate repeating myself more than three times.” Joshua grabbed the big man’s arm, twisting it lightly. With a crisp “crack”, Johnson howled and collapsed on the floor.

“My hand! My hand!” He rolled on the ground, splashing water everywhere. Joshua frowned and wiped his hands with a towel.

The guards outside heard the commotion and tried to come in. Alois blocked the door, saying casually, “It’s nothing. Johnson slipped and broke his arm.”

The guards hesitated, glancing at the big man on the ground, then at “boss” Alois Lagrange, nodding as if nothing had happened.

Alois turned to the others in the bathroom. “What are you standing around for? Help him to the infirmary!”

The men snapped out of their daze, hastily lifting the big man and, guided by the guards, carried him out. As they passed Alois, he pinched the big man’s broken hand hard, making him scream like a pig being slaughtered.

“That’s what you get for touching what’s mine!”

“Sorry… Lagrange. I didn’t know he was…”

“Now you know. Do it again, and I’ll break your dick!” Alois threatened, then walked into the bathroom. If it were Joshua, he might really break Johnson’s dick. Today, Alois had experienced that excruciating pain…

He walked over to Joshua, who was clumsily soaping his back.

“You shouldn’t have broken Johnson’s hand. He’s quite influential in Hecate, and he might retaliate.” For some reason, Alois familiarly took the soap, helping Joshua wash his back as if they had known each other for years.

“He needs the ability to do so.” Joshua yawned, silently enjoying Alois’s service. In return, he allowed the “boss” to sneak a feel.

Alois lathered up, finding it hard to believe the silver-haired man’s apparent docility. He continued to greedily stroke the smooth skin, suddenly feeling like he was petting Schrödinger. “In a one-on-one fight, Johnson isn’t your match. But what if he gathers a group to ambush you in a dark alley? Can you guard against a sneak attack?”

“Ah… isn’t that what you’re for?”

“…!” Alois felt a warm rush in his nose. He wiped at it with emotion, only to find blood on his hand.

Joshua noticed the person behind him suddenly freeze. “What’s wrong, Lagrange?”

“Nosebleed.”

“…How pathetic.”


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Help Ch1

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 1: Become a Living Sacrifice

Fang Xiu opened his eyes and saw the ground standing upright.

It took him a few seconds to realize that he was lying on the ground, with his right cheek pressed against the dirt. Dizzyingly, Fang Xiu got up, still a bit dazed.

He heard a muffled sound of a suona in his ears, the sound intermittently breaking off, making it unclear whether it was music of celebration or mourning. Fang Xiu focused to listen, but the sound disappeared again.

It was dark and cold around him. Not far away, a circle of large red lanterns swayed gently.

Fang Xiu finally fully woke up. Those lanterns were clearly a dozen meters away—his room wasn’t this big.

One moment he was lying in his bed, the next he had fallen into this dilapidated place.

His pajamas were gone, inexplicably replaced by a bright red T-shirt. He recognized this T-shirt; it was a gift from his family that he really liked.

What the hell?!

Could it be that he died suddenly in his sleep and was cremated wearing his favorite T-shirt, ending up in the underworld without any transition? Fang Xiu hurriedly patted his body all over. His breathing was steady, and his heartbeat was strong. He was probably still alive.

Being alive is good, he thought with a sigh of relief.

…Then he exhaled right onto the face in front of him.

Fang Xiu: “?”

A face had somehow appeared in front of him, less than half a meter away.

The face was pale as paper, with a stiff smile on its mouth. The eyes weren’t arranged left and right like a normal person’s, but vertically in a “two” shape, with the corners of the eyes tearing outward. Judging by the features, the face seemed to belong to a child of six or seven, but it floated at Fang Xiu’s height—it hovered like a mask in the darkness, emitting the smell of burning paper.

Fang Xiu: “…!”

Thank God, finally someone to ask for directions.

Since he was a child, he never had any particular thoughts about demons and ghosts. Whether he encountered an evil person or an evil ghost, at worst, he’d lose his life. Besides, if one compared the cruelty of humans and evil spirits, the result wasn’t really clear-cut.

Encountering a strange ghost was no different from encountering a strange person.

Fang Xiu flashed a friendly smile. “Hello.”

The face returned a more enthusiastic smile but didn’t speak or move, which disappointed Fang Xiu a little. However, since there was someone here, there might be others nearby.

He calmly shifted his gaze and moved toward the red lanterns.

The face froze for a moment, then swiftly floated back in front of Fang Xiu, almost nose to nose.

Too close. That’s a bit rude.

Fang Xiu frowned and stepped around the face as if it were forcefully handing out flyers.

The smile on the face slowly disappeared, and it persistently floated back in front of Fang Xiu. The two pairs of eyes stared silently at each other; it was hard to say whose expression was more speechless.

After a few rounds of blocking, Fang Xiu stopped in cooperation.

It wasn’t because he had a particularly good temper, but because, although the circle of red lanterns seemed close, after walking five or six meters, it felt like he was just walking in place. Perhaps he had taken a wrong turn, and the face was reminding him.

Fang Xiu calmly said, “Hello, do you need something?”

The face gradually distorted. “…Is that all you want to ask?”

Its voice was sharp and unpleasant, filled with a lot of displeasure.

“So you can speak!” Fang Xiu was pleasantly surprised. “Could you please tell me how to get out of here?”

This question seemed to trigger a keyword, and the face immediately perked up. It floated around Fang Xiu in a circle, laughing grimly. “Leave here? You think too soon, you think too soon.”

“Those who come here are all living sacrifices, meant to ward off disasters. You have to survive eight sacrificial rituals to earn a way out…”

The face spoke theatrically, and Fang Xiu listened very intently. As time passed, he gradually understood the situation:

The underworld had kidnapped him.

The underworld had trapped him in this place called the “Disaster Relief Tower”.

The underworld wanted him, a living person, to serve as a sacrifice, surviving through some sort of ritual to fulfill a survival KPI in order to leave.

It sounded like being forced to work for free, and in a high-risk job at that. Fang Xiu looked at the face that was talking non-stop, and his mood gradually darkened. “Aside from ‘leaving here’, is there any other reward?”

The face: “Huh?”

Rewards? Would a normal person consider rewards at a time like this?

From the beginning, it had tried hard to create a terrifying atmosphere. Who knew this person would be so thick-skinned? It had said everything it needed to say and followed the entire procedure, yet inexplicably, it felt frustrated.

For example, right now, it should be throwing out the “ultimate reward” as bait when the other person felt hopeless and scared.

However—

“If you just needed a living sacrifice, you could have knocked me out and thrown me onto the altar,” Fang Xiu stated matter-of-factly. “Yet you pointed out the way out and explained the rules. If I survive, it seems to benefit you.”

Fang Xiu’s words were polite, but his face was clearly saying, “The underworld is a millennia-old establishment. Don’t be so stingy.”

The face: “……”

“If you manage to survive eight rituals, the underworld will grant you a wish.” No matter how hard it tried, it couldn’t regain control of the conversation, and the face’s expression looked a bit deflated.

“Any wish?” Fang Xiu’s eyebrows twitched.

The face reluctantly added, “No, the wish must be within the bounds of your karma.”

It spoke ambiguously, but fortunately, Fang Xiu had heard similar things before.

Within the bounds of karma meant that the wish’s subject must have some connection to Fang Xiu himself. The content of the wish should also be related and cannot go beyond reality.

For example, Fang Xiu couldn’t wish for a public figure he had no connection with to streak naked, nor could he wish for aliens to visit his house. But he could ask for an enemy to hang themselves or for himself to win the lottery.

It was more or less what he had guessed. The reward was reasonable.

Given the current situation, he was in an unfamiliar place with no way to resist the underworld on his own. Now that he was here, he might as well make the best of it.

“I understand. Shall we go?” Fang Xiu’s enthusiasm returned.

This time, as Fang Xiu approached, the face floated away, looking as if it were hesitating over its lines.

“By the way, is there any other support?”

Fang Xiu continued to approach. “I’m not a professional. The idea of a living sacrifice is pretty terrifying. You’re not expecting me to go in unarmed…”

“Don’t rush. We’ll talk when we get there,” the face said dispiritedly, floating further away.

……

With the face as his guide, Fang Xiu finally approached the circle of red lanterns.

As soon as he stepped into the circle of lanterns, everything around him suddenly lit up. The light, which came from an unknown source, was particularly cold and pale.

Fang Xiu found himself standing in an old courtyard, with the lanterns securely hung along the eaves of the surrounding buildings.

In the middle of the courtyard was a long incense burner, resembling a coffin. The incense burner was painted blood red, and it was crowded with incense sticks inside, giving off a strange sweet, metallic smell.

Behind the incense burner stood a wooden staircase leading up to the second floor, disappearing into the darkness. The sky above the courtyard was equally pitch black, making it feel as if the courtyard was built inside a tomb—strange and oppressive.

Sounds of sharp gasps echoed around him.

Fang Xiu quickly turned his head to look. As it turned out, he wasn’t the only unlucky person here. There were seven others.

The others had been led here by different faces, each looking equally terrified. The middle-aged woman closest to Fang Xiu was shaking uncontrollably; the thin, dark-skinned man opposite him had wet his pants, reeking of urine.

The most composed one was a young man, who managed to stay relatively calm, though his face was pale, and cold sweat covered his forehead.

“Everyone’s here—”

The eight faces called out in unison. As their voices fell, a child-sized paper figure peeked out from behind the incense burner.

The paper figure had a blank face and was dressed in a red jacket adorned with paper flowers. Its body shape didn’t reveal its gender.

The eight faces lined up neatly, sticking to the blank face of the paper figure. They layered one over the other, fitting together seamlessly, as if they were a part of the paper figure.

As the faces returned to their place, the paper figure’s facial features became more three-dimensional, and its smile grew wider and wider.

Unfortunately, the face that had greeted Fang Xiu wore a pained expression, not quite fitting in. As the eighth face settled in, the paper figure’s eerie grin twisted into an awkward but polite smile.

The paper figure tried to pull its mouth back into place, pretending nothing had happened. “…Don’t panic, don’t be afraid. We know none of you are from the metaphysical world. Since we brought you here, naturally, we’ll provide some means of protection.”

Means of protection!

Hearing this, the other seven people seemed to find hope in their desperate situation, their eyes suddenly brightening with a glimmer of optimism.

“What kind of protection?” the relatively calm young man asked first.

He had a dignified appearance and was dressed in an expensive shirt and trousers. He took two steps forward, showing a bit of leadership quality, drawing everyone’s attention to him.

The paper figure clearly appreciated this development. It chuckled and reached into the incense burner, pulling out a filthy bamboo tube.

On the bamboo tube, large characters were engraved:

[The Fate of the Nine Springs*, Never Parting in This Life]

*It’s a poetic way to refer to the underworld/the afterlife.

“Congratulations, everyone, congratulations!” the paper figure said joyfully. “The evil spirits will assist you—do not waste this chance—”

“All you need to do is draw a lot, and you can summon a fierce ghost to stay by your side. Having a ghost guard you is a great fortune!”

Wonderful, a ghost with you 24/7. Judging by the expressions on the others’ faces, no one was thrilled by this “good news”.

The composed young man asked with difficulty, “The fierce ghosts won’t harm us, right?”

“Of course they will. Evil spirits, after all, are naturally like this.”

The paper figure’s mouth almost reached up to its cheekbones. “So, you have to negotiate with them properly and establish a contract beforehand. Once everything is settled, we’ll start the rituals.”

“What if the negotiation fails…”

The paper figure: “If you can’t, you die. There’s no other way. You don’t have to summon them, but you do so at your own risk.”

The young man immediately froze in place.

Fang Xiu could guess what he was thinking.

They had all been dragged to the underworld to serve as living sacrifices, and their opponents were likely to be all sorts of demons and ghouls. When the time came, if everyone had a fierce ghost by their side and you didn’t, it was pretty clear who would get into trouble first.

Even if you fail to negotiate with the fierce ghost and die tonight, at least it would be a quick death instead of a prolonged agony.

Sure enough, the composed young man took a deep breath and bravely accepted the bamboo tube. He shakily drew a lot. From a distance, Fang Xiu couldn’t see the characters on it.

Following the paper figure’s instructions, the young man inserted the lot into the ground. The ground seemed to be pierced, and a thick cloud of gray smoke spewed out. When the smoke cleared, there was a figure standing there.

Without a doubt, it was a “painted skin” ghost*”.

*Referring to the demon in the short story by Chinese writer Pu Songling from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio. You can read the story by going to the Wikipedia. TLDR: Demon put on human skin and try to seduce a human.

This ghost’s features were unmistakable—Miss Painted Skin’s human skin was misaligned, her facial features were distorted, her eyes nearly drooping to her neck, and her skin was covered in terrifying wrinkles.

Looks like she didn’t iron her clothes before coming, Fang Xiu thought.

Miss Painted Skin grinned with a mouth that stretched all the way down her throat, giggling non-stop. The young man who summoned her almost lost his balance, and two people threw up on the spot.

“Next,” the paper figure sang in a drawn-out tone.

It was obvious to anyone that, as a “means of protection”, this Painted Skin ghost was definitely strong. The composed young man set an example, and people, bracing against their fear, began to draw lots with trembling hands.

Various strangely shaped evil spirits appeared one after another, each similar in style to Miss Painted Skin—the fierce ghosts, though bizarre, were all humanoid and seemed capable of communication.

Apart from a panic-stricken woman who refused to draw a lot no matter what, Fang Xiu was seventh in line to the bamboo tube.

You can’t rely on others. It’s better to rely on yourself. Fang Xiu didn’t plan to place all his hopes on a fierce ghost.

Please, it’s okay if it’s weak or ugly, just give me one that’s easy to talk to. Fang Xiu prayed silently as he shook the lot tube covered in incense ashes.

Click, click, click.

An extremely worn-out lot jumped out.

Fang Xiu carefully picked up the lot and saw eight dark red characters: [Death, Death, Death, Death, Death, Death, Death, Death]

How straightforward. No need for interpretation. The only problem was that it seemed to suggest that the entity opposite might not be very easy to talk to.

Fang Xiu: “Can I give up the summoning?”

Retreating when things go south is also a strategy.

“No,” the paper figure replied concisely.

For some reason, the paper figure looked more puzzled than gloating. It suspiciously examined the lot for a while, then counted the remaining lots in the tube.

Resigned, Fang Xiu sighed and stuck the unlucky lot into the ground.

This time, instead of gray smoke, the ground released a pure white mist. As the mist slowly dissipated, it revealed… a left hand.

The hand was very beautiful. The fingers were long and graceful, and the skin was flawless like jade. The fingers were slightly curled, the index finger slightly relaxed, in a gesture that resembled a lotus bud.

In the dim and hazy surroundings, the ghost hand seemed to emit a faint white glow.

Fang Xiu held his breath and waited for the owner of the ghost hand to appear. But after a while, the ghost hand still stood quietly in place, revealing only the palm and wrist.

He gently tugged at the hand, but it was cold, stiff, and unmoving.

Fang Xiu: “……”

The good news was that this thing didn’t seem very aggressive.

The bad news was, how was he supposed to communicate with just a hand? Become pen pals?

But the urgent matter wasn’t that. He needed to figure out how to take it with him. Fang Xiu flexed his wrist and squatted down in front of the left hand.

“Does anyone have a shovel?” he asked.


The author has something to say:

Starting a new project—! Right on the last day, just like me.

The comment section for this story is open without restrictions. Daily updates every evening at 7:00 PM, with advance notice for any breaks (^ρ^)/

A few rambling notes on reading:

★ This novel will have a Happy Ending. It’s set in a purely fictional world, leaning toward traditional local supernatural style.

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When this project was announced, I was ecstatic since I’m a big fan of Unlimited/Infinite flow novels and I can always count on my favorite author to write up a masterpiece. Though it has been stated this is pseudo-infinite flow.

For those new to this author, you can check out her other works I have worked on, which I all highly recommend (in order of my personal ranking): Stray, Full Server First Kill, Sendoff, Happy Doomsday, Evil As Humans, Access Denied.

For those who like infinite flow novels, you can check out these works I’ve done: Midnight Owl, Escape from the Asylum or check our My Recs for IF novels I’ve read and enjoyed.


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Beyond the Galaxy Ch1

Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold

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


Chapter 1

The initial encounter between Alois Lagrange and Joshua Planck was quite unpleasant, as Alois was in the middle of an enjoyable activity with one of his bedmates, Seth. Suddenly, the cell door opened, and a guard walked in with a new prisoner.

“Hi, Lagrange,” the guard said flatly, as if discussing the weather. “This is your new roommate. Get to know each other.”

“Couldn’t you have picked a better time?” Alois glared. Underneath him, Seth whimpered. “Why did you have to put this guy in my cell?”

“This cell happened to have an empty bed,” the guard replied nonchalantly. “And you’re probably the only one in Hecate who can keep him under control. Do your best, Lagrange. We’re all betting on who will survive the longest. I’ve got a hundred bucks on you, so don’t let me down.”

“Enough!”

Alois had been through many ups and downs and was no stranger to unexpected situations in life. He wouldn’t be discouraged by being interrupted in the middle of a piston motion. However, Seth’s mental resilience was clearly not as strong. The young man let out a sob, and his ass tightened abruptly. Then…

“Fuck! Seth, you… I… can’t… pull out…” Alois immediately wanted to find a hole to hide in.

“Oh, this looks really bad,” the guard said regretfully. His subtext was, “Too bad it didn’t crush your damn dick.” “Do you need me to call a doctor? Dr. Pythagoras would be happy to help.”

At this point, the new prisoner spoke up. “I can help. I have a medical license.”

Before Alois could agree, the prisoner stepped forward, grabbed the base of his penis, and gave it a hard pull—

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!” Alois’s scream echoed through the entire prison.

“Got it out.” The prisoner shrugged at the guard, who looked admiringly at him.

“As expected from someone with a medical license!”

Alois collapsed on the bed, covering his crotch. Seth, sobbing, got dressed and fled.

The guard clapped his hands. “Alright, it’s touching to see you help each other on your first meeting. This aligns with our tradition of mutual assistance in Hecate. Keep up the good spirit! Goodbye.” He turned and left the cell. The computer-controlled iron door clanged shut, separating the inside and outside worlds.

Alois wiped away the tears of pain from the corners of his eyes and tried to put on a brave face. He was the boss of the Hecate men’s prison now, and he couldn’t afford to lose face in front of a newcomer.

“Alright, newbie, I’ll let it slide since you’re new here. I’m Alois Lagrange. And you?”

“Joshua Planck.”

Alois climbed out of the lower bunk, intending to give the newcomer an unconventional lesson, but he froze, mouth agape, unable to utter a word.

The man before him was tall and lean, but not frail. The thin gray prison uniform clung to him, faintly outlining his muscular lines, making him look like a sleek leopard. The man had long, silver hair that flowed like a waterfall, draping casually over his shoulders without appearing messy. His facial features were deeply chiseled, like a statue of an ancient Greek hero from Neo-Athens. And his eyes—his irises were black, but there was a golden ring around his pupils, like a solar eclipse’s corona, or a glow emanating from the depths of a dark abyss.

Alois had been in prison for two years, and his sense of aesthetics had been forcibly altered. The galactic diva Camilla was no longer his dream girl; he had learned to appreciate the qualities of men. The man before him was undoubtedly a beautiful specimen, with a slightly aloof expression and a magnetic bracelet on his wrist that added a touch of asceticism, making Alois’s blood boil. He couldn’t help but imagine the silver-haired man in various enticing poses on the bed, and his recently abused member sprang back to life.

Joshua noticed his erection too. “Good physical condition,” he said with a slight smile.

“This is all your fault, Joshua Planck,” Alois said, not hiding his excitement. He leaned back on the bed, slightly raising his chin as if inviting Joshua forward. “You’re too beautiful, making me have improper thoughts.”

“Although it’s not the first time I’ve heard such a ‘compliment’, I’m still pleased.” The silver-haired man stood still, making Alois a bit anxious.

“Since you started the fire, you have to put it out.”

Alois thought Joshua would refuse, but to his surprise, he calmly said, “Alright, since I have a medical license.”

He approached slowly, knelt between Alois’s legs, and wrapped his long fingers around the erect desire, skillfully manipulating it. Alois sighed in satisfaction, feeling the calluses on Joshua’s fingertips, knowing they came from long-term gun use. The slight pain enhanced the pleasure, and as the ecstasy reached its peak, the stroking became faster and faster. Just as Alois was about to climax, Joshua suddenly squeezed hard—

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Alois’s scream pierced the sky of Hecate.

“You… You…” Alois rolled in pain, his penis completely incapacitated.

Joshua calmly washed his hands at the sink, as if nothing had happened. “You asked me to put out the fire, and now it’s out.” And it wouldn’t reignite for a long time.

Alois pounded the bed fiercely, seriously considering the possibility of pushing Joshua Planck into a mine pit to kill him.

By dinner time, Alois’s crotch was still throbbing with pain, but at least he could stand up and walk. He hobbled out of the cell, merging into the flow of prisoners heading to the cafeteria. Joshua followed closely behind.

“Stop following me!” Alois turned and snarled.

“I’m new here and know nothing. You have to guide me.” The silver-haired man smiled and added, “Senior.”

The guards waved their batons, making the prisoners line up to get their meals. A robot handled the food distribution, giving different dishes based on dietary balance, personal preferences, and the prison’s budget. When it was Joshua’s turn, the robot gave him a few seemingly burnt small fish, two pieces of bread, and a large spoonful of onions.

“I hate onions.”

So the robot replaced the onions with fresh, green broccoli.

“I hate broccoli too.”

The robot’s eyes glowed red, and it played a recording of a middle-aged woman shouting, “You’re lucky to get food at all! Eat it or leave it!”

Joshua disgustedly took the broccoli.

“Don’t look like you just ate a fly.” Alois led him to a table. “You have to get used to prison food. Do you expect five-star hotel treatment here? And you better not leave any food, or you’ll get beaten up by the chefs.”

“This place is awful,” the silver-haired man vented his frustration on the broccoli with a plastic fork.

“No kidding!” said a small, thin man sitting across the table. His eyes were darting around like a cunning rat. “The worst place in the galaxy, the galactic garbage dump, Hecate!”

A burly man next to him let out a booming laugh. “Haha, Lagrange, we all heard the screams from your cell today. Oh, what a commotion!”

Alois’s face turned pale.

The thin man said, “Lagrange, you’re too greedy. You’ve monopolized all the handsome guys in the prison, even the new beauty. You should leave some for us brothers!”

“Yeah!” the burly man echoed. “Since you have a new favorite, give Seth to me! You must be tired of him by now…”

Alois breathed a sigh of relief. They had all assumed the earlier scream came from Joshua. Meanwhile, Joshua Planck raised an eyebrow as if contemplating, “Should I reveal the truth? Should I? Should I?”

Alois really wanted to throw all the broccoli in Joshua’s face.

Just as Alois was about to put his plan into action, Joshua suddenly let out a sharp scream and jumped up from his seat.


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