Full Server First Kill Ch99

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 99: Moon and Dragon

That night, everyone was fast asleep.

Nol turned the power of his earrings up to the maximum, set up an illusion on the spot, and teleported to a certain rocky area a hundred miles away. Only after confirming that no spells or mechanisms had been triggered did he reignite Kando and temporarily return to the Lost Tower with Teest.

Most of the neighbors were asleep. Only Lynn and Gatekeeper Uncle Ma were still awake. Fortunately, the unique shuttling of the black candle allowed Nol to come in with his shiny new look, narrowly avoiding being kicked out on the spot by Uncle Ma.

Hearing the news of The Manor, Lynn woke up Officer Luo and held an impromptu meeting on the spot.

Teest kept his promise.

He made two cups of hot cocoa, deliberately adding a lot of cotton candy. He was the first to sit in the soft armchair and sighed.

“This is comfortable. I really hate the wilderness.”

The Mad Monk leaned against the fireplace in the meeting room, took a sip of the hot cocoa, and melted into the chair.

Nol looked at him helplessly and then cleared his throat, detailing the eerie manor and the bottomless rift.

“Didn’t you go up and look? You just came down like that?” Lynn asked curiously.

“Eugene tried, but there are anti-magic crystals placed beneath the castle.”

Nol held the warm ceramic cup. Not needing to play “Drake” here, he and Teest were a pair, looking soft like two shell-less oysters.

“Flight spells and magical flying objects can’t be used, and below there’s a rift. It’s really too dangerous. Those Investigation Knights drew the topography of the castle, then we descended the mountain.”

“Hey, these foreigners just know about magic and don’t have real experience,” Uncle Ma said with disdain.

The succubi had been freely active lately, well-fed and watered. Uncle Ma’s shell was no longer a living skeleton but a female warrior as fit and agile as a leopard.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, that captivating beauty disappeared without a trace.

“We can set up a temporary cable car.” He gestured enthusiastically. “If that doesn’t work, we can build a ladder out of wood and stone. If all else fails, put some explosives at the bottom. You hide in armor, fly upwards—then throw a grappling hook, hey.”

“That makes too much noise and would be easily discovered by the target—the people of The Manor,” Officer Luo immediately objected.

“I can make an adaptable soft ladder. I just need one person to go up and connect the route.” Lynn pondered. “The problem is, we need to get up there quietly.”

Nol nodded.

The bottom of The Manor was a bottomless abyss, and there was no leverage point in mid-air, making it very difficult to ascend by physical means. If there were other protections at the bottom of The Manor, it would be even more dangerous.

We need to think of a sufficiently reasonable method that can also conceal our movements…

“I want ten parachutes with strong light bulbs attached at the bottom,” Teest casually suggested as he savored his hot cocoa.

Nol turned his head curiously. “Are you talking about those toys?”

The parachute toys were about palm size and were shaped like deformed umbrellas. Merchants would paint the top with bright colors, then stick trinkets like flowers or dolls on the counterweight below.

Children liked to throw it into the sky, watch it unfold in the air, and then slowly descend vertically to the ground. Nol had seen it a few times in Grape Collar, where it was popular to stick grape leaves on the counterweight.

This thing was cheap and indeed employed pure physical means.

“It descends very slowly, creating a brief ‘floating platform’.” Teest put down his cup. “You just step on the top to go up.”

Wow, listen to what this guy is saying.

Just step on the parachute’s surface and go up? Not to mention a palm-sized air parachute, even stepping on plum blossom piles nailed to the ground, Nol was confident he’d take a spill. Such bizarre maneuvers, he had only seen in martial arts films.

Sure enough, the neighbors all looked at Teest with varying degrees of skepticism in their eyes.

“The strong light is necessary. It can create shadows. When the time comes, Ben can kick towards the sky with its claws, and it’ll be able to kick Nol up,” Teest continued leisurely. “And I’ll go up first, hanging Nol with the thinnest silk line, just in case. The strong light can help me disrupt the knights’ vision.”

It turned out to be special effects with wires. The neighbors suddenly understood.

Nol remained silent. The shadow wolf’s ability to travel through shadows was a trait of its own and wouldn’t be blocked by anti-magic crystals. Teest’s idea was theoretically feasible, but the problem was…

“What if, cough, in case I don’t stand steady, flailing in mid-air, or being hung up like a dead person? Eugene will definitely notice something wrong.” Nol’s hand holding the cup trembled slightly. This was scarier than having to perform a talent at a team-building event.

“Don’t worry, honey. We can handle this.” Teest cruelly ignored Nol’s opinion. “Miss Lynn, can you provide such props?”

Lynn looked at Nol worriedly—the Master of Paradise had lost his mood for cocoa, sweat appearing on his forehead, yet in the end, he didn’t speak again. So she sighed deeply. “No problem. But I need two hours to adjust the strong light ball.”

After speaking, she pursed her lips. “During the time you were away, Grape Collar got a new bishop.”

“That guy recently came to visit and brought four neighbors back with him. I pretended to be the Master of Paradise to meet him. Compared to the previous old man, this new bishop isn’t easy to deal with… The Temple of Life is very sensitive. You must be careful with Eugene.”

Nol nodded gravely.

“Anakin also came by. We gave her the backup copy you left.” Officer Luo took over the conversation. “The little girl is quite vigilant. She said some things can only be discussed with you in person. For now, we can only carry some idle conversation—she has secured the rights to the ‘Festival of New Green’, telling you to rest assured. There’s nothing much happening on the Players’ side.”

“Got it. Once The Manor issue is settled, I’ll find an opportunity to talk to her,” Nol said.

Uncle Ma looked left and right. In the end, he also frowned and spoke seriously about “important matters”. “Xiao Xu, the pickled cabbage is ready. Want to eat it? There’s some pork belly left in the kitchen. Let’s roast it together.”

Nol: “.…..”

Nol: “I’ll have some.”

After the little exchange with the neighbors concluded, Teest also helped himself to quite a few ingredients from the kitchen. While waiting for Lynn to make the props, Nol was caught by him outside the Lost Tower.

Looking at the towering giant tower, Nol had a bad premonition. The Lost Tower was crawling slowly, its thick limbs occasionally coiling and stretching, carrying the tower body with a gentle undulation, smoothly gliding along.

“I told you before, you lack coordination.” Teest said, “As long as you practice in advance, our Mr. ‘Drake’ won’t easily embarrass himself.”

“I… uh…” Nol hugged his magic staff tightly.

For so long, he had relied entirely on magic to move around and never thought he’d need to practice physical fitness like a warrior. Keep in mind, when he was still on Earth, he could barely pass the pull-up test.

“Don’t be afraid. You have talent.” Teest walked behind him. “You can completely control your own body, remember?”

“This is a different matter,” Nol said dryly.

“You just need to remember the movement patterns.” Teest’s tone became even sweeter. “Your memory is as miraculous as you are. I’ve seen it.”

Then he quieted down, waiting for Nol to mentally prepare himself—his dear Lich would always pay any price for his “neighbors” and “the truth”. This was something Teest was well aware of.

Nol turned to look at him, and Teest could just see a full profile of his face.

Nol’s hair had been dyed a pale gold by him, almost silvery white under the moonlight. Coupled with those golden eyes, it was as if Nol had been “eroded” by Teest… leaving continuous marks on him—a sensation so intense it made one’s scalp tingle.

Even hanging the high-ups of the Eternal Church on golden threads hadn’t given Teest such a satisfying feeling.

“…I understand.” As expected, in the end, Nol compromised.

Such a terrible sense of responsibility. Teest clicked his tongue. He spread his arms and touched Nol’s wrists from behind with both hands.

“Relax, relax… It’s actually quite simple,” Teest whispered in Nol’s ear. “Imagine you are a falling leaf, drifting with the wind.”

The golden threads crawled up Nol’s skin from Teest’s fingertips, neither too light nor too heavy, guiding Nol’s bodily movements. Their body heat mingled, their limbs softly breaking through the night breeze.

Nol’s body tensed up. This kind of “marionette” teaching obviously made it difficult for him to relax. This tension lasted for a dozen seconds before Nol’s muscles gradually relaxed again.

‘…That was trust—Nol’s heartfelt trust in him,’ Teest thought.

That intoxicating sense of comfort appeared once more.

The two revolved and danced on the platform at the entrance of the tower, like a silent pair skating routine.

“This is the first point. Don’t focus too much on specific parts or specific details.” Teest’s voice brushed against the tip of Nol’s ear. “It’s about the sense of coordination…”

The two moved to the edge of the platform, and Teest suddenly flashed elegantly from behind Nol, stopping in front of him. The Mad Monk had a radiant smile. He pressed his finger to his lips and, like blowing a kiss, touched Nol’s forehead.

With a slight force from his fingers, Nol couldn’t withstand the dreadful strength of the Death Knight, and he fell backwards—right into the high altitude of the Black Forest.

The sound of wind passed by his ears, and Nol only had time to widen his eyes. In his panic, he instinctively followed Teest’s teaching. Unfortunately, before Nol could adjust his posture, he was about to crash to the ground.

Since this height wouldn’t kill him, he gave up and closed his eyes.

Then he fell into a warm embrace.

Teest kicked downward from above, reaching the ground before Nol, who fell just right into his arms.

“This is the second point.” Under the moonlight, the Mad Monk’s golden eyes gleefully narrowed. “You panic because of the feeling of weightlessness, which scatters your attention… I want you to get accustomed to falling.”

Nol was breathing heavily, gritting his teeth. But he had to admit, when it came to “hopping up and down”, Teest was indeed an expert.

“Again!” Nol tugged at Teest’s cheek, squeezing out the request through clenched teeth.

“Alright—” Teest said, grinning from ear to ear with a deeper laugh in his voice.

Before sunrise, in the early hours of the morning, Eugene specially checked the status of the temporary knights.

Most of them were still asleep, while a few were awake. These were clearly the more self-disciplined ones, as they were proactively warming up their bodies.

Before finding a way to enter The Manor, Eugene didn’t intend to take these temporary knights near the fissure—having just planted the radiance of God in the hearts of these lambs, he couldn’t let them think that “the Temple of Life would be obstructed by The Manor”.

However, there were some who had seen the situation, and he planned to take them with him.

“Drake, Sean, Damori. Step forward,” Eugene called out the three who were awake. He said with a smile, “This morning, there will be another exploration of the path—same extra bonus as last time.”

“Sir, I’ve rested well. I also want to go!”

“Yes, Sir, they have just been yesterday!”

“I also want to offer my strength for the Goddess—”

“It’s just scouting. They’ve been through it once, so they are more practiced.” Eugene kept smiling. “Everyone will have many opportunities. Next time there’s a similar opportunity, I will consider you all first.”

He glanced seemingly unintentionally at Drake—being a bit late, Sean and Damori were somewhat at a loss, but Drake was as unflappable as ever, albeit a little pale.

Whether in terms of image or capability, he was a person of potential. After the team returned, he would have to confirm the recent oracles again.

It would be a waste for such an excellent person not to serve the Goddess of Life.

Yesterday evening, they hadn’t acted rashly. When they returned to the starting point, The Manor’s defenses were the same as before.

The knights brought equipment this time—a giant grappling hook launcher, its body imbued with silencing magic and explosion magic, capable of shooting the hook high into the air.

They tried to move the launcher beyond the range of the anti-magic crystal’s influence but found that the distance was calculated just right, tightly limiting the shooting range of the launcher.

Subsequently, Eugene tied a safety rope around his waist, stood on the hook, and had the knights launch it from a distance. He then performed a double jump with his strength.

But as soon as he jumped near the lowest platform, a few giant bird monsters burst out from the shadows and slammed him towards the underground fissure.

While in midair, Eugene had no leverage, not even able to counterattack. He could only protect his body and let his teammates pull back the safety rope vigorously so he wouldn’t fall into the fissure.

“This is more useful than a moat.”

Eugene returned to the team with a hint of helplessness. “It’s also unknown how they managed to make the castle float.”

“Captain, we—”

“Continue the experiment,” Eugene decisively said. “If it doesn’t work by nine, we’ll figure out a solution here and continue trying tonight.”

“I heard that Paradise nurtures flying monsters,” a knight murmured softly. “They said they were going to deal with it, but they haven’t shown up yet. Damn, if there are flying monsters out there…”

“The flying monsters are right over there.”

Eugene cast a sharp look and pointed towards the shadows where the giant bird monsters were hiding. “If they suddenly spoke human language, saying they could take you up, would you entrust your life to them? Remember, monsters are the enemies of mankind and must not be trusted.”

The knight quickly bowed his head. “I was just wondering why Paradise hasn’t appeared yet…”

“Maybe they’re watching in secret,” Eugene said softly.

‘That’s not the case,’ Nol thought. He was watching openly—the Master of Paradise observed the knights busily scurrying about from a close distance with a solemn face.

The sun had made half its journey across the sky. The knights had discovered many defensive measures but still hadn’t found a secret way to infiltrate. Apart from declaring open war, it seemed they had no other choice.

The four moons rose, and the sky was filled with stars. Eugene put away the scroll filled with defensive intelligence.

“Let’s call it a day. You’ve all worked hard. I’ll go back and ponder more,” he said. “Unfortunately, tonight is not the time to take action.”

Nol saw his chance, and with Teest still napping on his back, he took a nervous step forward.

“I’d like to give it a try,” he said.

Eugene stopped what he was doing and looked at Nol for a while, then said, “Alright.”

Nol opened his backpack and took out ten prepared parachutes. The Teest brand cloak on his back woke up with a huge yawn. [Is the show about to start?]

[Almost,] Nol responded in his mind. [As long as I don’t fall.]

[Your invisible lover is with you.] Teest winked at him. [Watch me closely later.]

Nol stood on the edge of the fissure, striving not to look into the darkness. He raised his hand and threw a few parachutes into the sky.

As the parachutes opened at high altitude, a few bright points like stars appeared in the darkness. Teest leaped gracefully, his toes lightly touching the soft canopy, as light as a breeze.

This unique Death Knight soared upwards. Thanks to the blessing of the “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, the strange birds couldn’t sense his presence. In a few seconds, Teest’s shrinking figure disappeared at the edge of the floating stone platform. He popped his head out and waved at Nol.

A thread-like, dim gold line descended from the high altitude, wrapping around Nol’s wrist.

The parachutes were descending, and there wasn’t much time left. Nol took a deep breath and jumped toward the nearest canopy. In the deep night, amidst the shadows beside the bright light, the flesh pad of the shadow wolf threw upwards fiercely, propelling Nol towards another parachute.

…Imagine you’re a falling leaf. Nol’s cloak flowed with the night, creating a ripple of shadow.

…It’s not about the details, but the harmony of the whole. He mimicked Teest’s movements from earlier, adjusting his posture with inertia, like a cat falling from the sky.

…Don’t fear the fall. Nol quietly tightened his grip on the golden line and jumped higher. The strange birds emerged in full force but became stiff under the [Bloodline Suppression], crackling as they fell into the abyss.

Nol’s fingers grabbed the edge of the lowest stone slab.

Teest, with a smile brimming in his eyes, grabbed Nol’s wrist and pulled him up from the void. The wind was cold at such a height, turning Nol’s breath into wisps of white mist.

[Hey, is that dragon’s breath?] Teest teased with his hands behind his back, in a good mood. [Worthy of being the successor to the “Dragonblood Hero”!]

[It was all thanks to you this time.] Nol steadied his heartbeat and sincerely expressed his gratitude.

Test blinked. [If you say that, I might have to think about a reward.]

[No problem.] Nol nodded decisively.

He walked to the edge of the platform and dropped down the soft ladder. The trembling ladder bridge was set up, swaying incessantly in the wind. It stretched out a frightening distance, looking like a thin line from above.

Below.

Eugene was still looking in the direction where “Drake” had disappeared.

That person’s movements were simply not human-like—just by using a few cheap parachutes, he casually cracked the first line of defense of The Manor.

Eugene still remembered the change in the eyes of the two temporary knights.

Under the moonlight, Drake seemed to fly high into the air, stepping on the stars. Gravity lost its hold, and the bird monsters dared not approach. Drake was already handsome, and at that moment, his platinum hair was dazzlingly bright against the darkness, like the incarnation of a silver dragon.

…As perfect as if guided by God.

The joy of “finding a treasure” faded slightly for Eugene.

It seemed that in addition to the oracle of the Temple of Life, he had to confirm the oracle of the Eternal Church as well.

At this point, he couldn’t easily let this person go—whether from the perspective of an “ally” or an “enemy”.


The author has something to say:

Eugene is like the HR of the Temple of Life—

Wow, we’ve recruited a big shot. I’m so happy. The Goddess boss will be pleased! Let me think about how to keep him at the company.

(Husband-husband extreme operation)

Eugene: …

Eugene: Why would such a high-level big shot come to work part-time? Be wary of corporate espionage…


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Full Server First Kill Ch98

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 98: Wound and Fissure

A faint glow reflected the horses’ hooves that tread upon the dew-covered grass leaves.

The knights battalion advanced towards the location where the meteor fell at a pace that was neither fast nor slow. The difference between the temporary knights and the regular knights gradually became apparent—

At first, the excited temporary knights whispered amongst themselves, discussing the miracle they had witnessed not long ago. After continuing on for three hours, no one was in the mood to talk anymore. As the horses moved up and down, they began to feel a dull pain in their loins and butts, and their legs grew increasingly stiff and sore from maintaining the same position for so long.

As a Lich, Nol naturally didn’t suffer from these physical details. He kept a calm facade, looking straight ahead without uttering a word the entire time.

His pale golden hair, golden pupils, fine features, and a relatively slender figure made “Drake” stand out among the temporary knights, like a porcelain idol mixed into a bunch of rough clay figurines.

What no one knew was that this seemingly quiet knight hadn’t shut his mouth since the early morning.

Nol leaned into Teest’s embrace, muttering madly in his heart as they went over the details of the battle with Lich Valdorlock. In the end, they began to organize the snippets of information revealed by the candle.

[You are the creator of the system. It’s only natural for it to want to protect you.]

Even though the gaze had vanished, Teest still held Nol tightly, hands resting on his waist.

[Think about it. If we hadn’t been cursed at that time, you would have become a real Lich—powerful, but not unique, with well-known attributes and weaknesses. Once targeted by a being skilled in light magic from the Temple of Life, you’d stand no chance.]

The Mad Monk speculated with interest.

Nol didn’t respond immediately.

Suppose the system’s actions were indeed out of goodwill. By cursing him, making him a unique entity… perhaps that was only part of the reason, Nol thought.

If he had taken the straightforward path to leveling up, he would have had many choices and wouldn’t have focused on the unorthodox method of “slowly increasing attributes”—wouldn’t it be faster to grab some rare equipment instead of spending time fighting powerful monsters?

In that case, he might not have acquired the [Fallen Death] mutation skill.

Nol had a vague premonition that, because of this skill, he would embark on a completely different future.

[…The system gave me the ‘God’s Forsaken’ skill, making the gods unable to watch over me and binding you and me together, perhaps also to protect you.] Seeing that Nol didn’t continue, Teest eagerly went on.

[No, that’s not it.] Nol immediately refuted.

[Hmm?]

[When we first met, we didn’t know each other, and there was no guarantee that we would get along. No one was forcing you to protect me.]

Nol stared at the seemingly endless green grassland ahead, analyzing carefully.

[Even if the curse prevents us from divorcing, we could still ignore the marriage contract and separate… There’s too much uncertainty in such things. I tend to believe that ‘God’s Forsaken’ is there to protect you personally.]

Nol was very serious in his thoughts. [This means that in the eyes of the system, you are special enough—special to the point of needing to be hidden from the sight of the gods.]

The only native with Player privileges. The “White Demon” who could use the system’s power even before the Players arrived.

To say the system merely picked up Teest as a tool was something Nol was the first to disbelieve.

[That’s one interpretation.]

Teest was far from modest. He rubbed his chin against Nol’s shoulder. [According to your idea, we are both very important to the system, and it doesn’t wish for us to fight each other.]

Nol nodded almost imperceptibly, continuing to analyze. [Kando said that if it speaks of certain things, it will immediately draw the attention of the ‘gods’.]

[I have a guess—at certain special moments, the ‘gods’ inspect the situation in the world. Like Eugene’s sacrifice, like Kando’s secret… like when a Player uses inconceivable methods to clear a high-level dungeon for a rare profession beyond their level.]

If there hadn’t been any curses at the beginning, they might have been targeted by some malicious “god” the moment they stepped out of the dungeon’s teleportation point.

But the system made two severe curses take immediate effect, so even if the “god” couldn’t pry, the curses would cause them to overlook the matter—”Physical Destruction” and “God’s Forsaken”. The targets of the curses were essentially useless accounts that wouldn’t affect the big picture.

Cold sweat broke out on Nol’s back belatedly.

From the beginning, the system was quietly protecting them under the “gods’” nose… It all made sense.

[Ah, how touching. Your system has had so much nonsense added to it, but it still tries hard to be on your side,] Teest murmured happily. [It seems that the so-called ‘gods’ can’t fully control the system. How interesting.]

[I’ll let that pass. I’m more concerned about why the system wants to protect you so much,] Nol muttered back.

[Because I am your lovely husband? Your reliable knight? Your venerable pope?]

Nol, unable to tolerate any more, turned his head slightly, glaring at him with the corner of his eye. […Or a detestable narcissist?]

[Adding that to the list is fine too,] Teest expressed generously.

……

After several days of traveling through the cold dew and the wilderness, they finally reached the foot of the Brick Mountains.

The mountain range was dark and steep, like black waves frozen in mid-air. The slopes were shrouded in mist, making it difficult to see clearly. By comparison, the knight’s procession seemed like a line of ants walking beneath a city wall.

They followed the mountain range for a long time, gradually feeling the illusion of not moving at all. The mist atop the mountain lingered, and the sides of the range were too similar, like a fixed loop in the background.

To find a specific location in this featureless wilderness was difficult enough, let alone return the way they came.

Fortunately, the Investigation Knights had noted the direction of the meteor. After half a day’s journey, the location indicated by the meteor was within reach.

“Halt. Make camp,” Eugene ordered.

For the past few days, Eugene had never allowed the troop to pitch camp. They wrapped up in sleeping bags to rest, and meals were dealt with in an hour’s stop or they simply nibbled on dry rations while mounted.

Such high-intensity progress made the Investigation Knights seem relaxed, but the temporary knights were somewhat unable to bear it.

Most of them collapsed on the ground like rotten meat. Even the decorous Sean couldn’t keep his footing, stumbling and kneeling after a few steps. Damori crawled off his horse, plopping onto the grass, then yelped and jumped up, clutching his backside.

Nol thought, without looking, that the kid’s legs and butt must be chafed raw.

The robust “Drake” naturally didn’t have this problem.

His expression was unfazed, as if stubbing his little toe on a table corner wouldn’t change his color. In fact, he was secretly refreshing his butt every day—Nol realized for the first time since coming to Tahe that the convenience of an undead wasn’t to be underestimated.

Teest, accustomed to exercise, cared even less about these things. Taking advantage of the fact that others didn’t notice him, he warmed up with one foot stretched on the horse or would stand on his head from time to time. If not for Nol’s gravity magic keeping him safe, the warhorse would have kicked him off long ago.

When Nol was tired, he just relaxed and leaned against Teest’s chest. After Teest had his fun, he would lie on Nol’s back, sleeping soundly.

These past few days, the two hadn’t missed any rest and could be said to be in excellent condition.

“These past few days have been hard on everyone.”

Eugene came to the temporary knights group to offer his consolations. His complexion was rosy and healthy and his tone sincere and friendly, showing no sign of his recent near-death experience from “summoning the miracle”.

“I’ve instructed the logistics knights. They will prepare a hearty dinner for you all. Someone will come to distribute diluted fruit wine and mint tea later. Please rest well.”

“Thank the Goddess for Her grace.” Sean crossed his fingers like heads of wheat, making a prayer gesture.

“Time is precious. We need to scout the area near our destination first,” Eugene said, shifting the tone of the conversation. He scanned the room with a smile, his gaze pausing briefly on “Drake” who was standing upright.

“According to the rules, I need to bring three temporary knights with me—those willing to go will immediately receive ten gold wheels, and I invite everyone to apply as they see fit.”

“It’s alright if we don’t have enough people. Even one is sufficient, as we need a fair witness. Don’t worry about safety. I will accompany you personally. The safety of the camp will be the responsibility of my two deputy commanders.”

As the only person present who could still stand upright, Nol nodded at Eugene. He stepped over his contorted comrades-in-arms and stood quietly by Eugene’s side. While Eugene wasn’t paying attention, Nol looked regretfully at the steaming mint tea.

Teest draped over Nol like a fur coat. [I’ll make some hot chocolate tonight. Let’s drink it together.]

Nol, with his indifferent expression, thought happily, [Great!]

Sean, watching Nol’s relaxed posture, also struggled to his feet and staggered in front of Eugene like a cripple. “Please allow me to contribute my strength for the Goddess.”

“The Goddess will reward your loyalty,” Eugene said, patting his shoulder as the glow of a healing spell passed over him. “Any more volunteers?”

Even after witnessing the healing spell, the temporary knights present still hesitated.

At that moment, Nol particularly understood their feelings—it wasn’t just about their physical condition—

It was like working overtime for three or four weeks straight, with everyone’s spirits at their limit. Just when a holiday was in sight, the boss announced voluntary overtime.

Even with overtime pay, not everyone would agree.

Sure enough, after a long while, only Damori struggled to come over—or perhaps “hopped over” would be more accurate—he held his backside with his face contorted. “Please take me… hiss!”

Eugene chuckled, patted Damori’s shoulder, and intentionally enhanced the healing effect. Damori let out a long sigh of relief, and his standing posture improved considerably.

“We’re already familiar with each other. It’s good to have someone to look out for one another,” Damori said in good spirits.

Nol suspected this was only half the reason. The other half was the ten shiny gold wheels of overtime pay. Thinking of his colleagues with families and mortgages, he looked at Damori with a bit more sympathy.

By Nol’s side, Eugene withdrew his observational gaze, his smile a few degrees more sincere.

Ten minutes passed, and Damori’s mood didn’t improve.

It was somewhat cold at the foot of the Brick Mountains, still within the range of “autumn cold”. Once they ascended the mountain, the temperature plummeted toward that of a freezing winter. Coupled with the thin oxygen, it felt as dry and brittle as frost, cold from the inside out.

The Investigation Knights were considerate, but they didn’t go so far as to conjure warm winds and oxygen for the three “temps”—everyone walked on snow and ice and melting it would be more dangerous.

Like the other knights, Nol was tied with a rope around his waist, quickly climbing up the cliff, keeping pace with the full-time Investigation Knights.

In this group, only he, “Drake”, looked steadfastly forward, never once looking back.

It wasn’t that the office warrior had suddenly become coordinated, but in the unseen corners, there was always a dark furry ball with paws reaching out from the shadows, providing Nol with footholds.

His determined gaze wasn’t that of the Creator’s aura—Nol was certain that if he dared to look down even once, he would scare himself stiff and slip down the mountain.

[Honey, your coordination is terrible, and your joints are a bit stiff.]

Three or four meters ahead of Nol, Teest perched on a rocky spire like a snow eagle, without dislodging a bit of snow.

[In my previous world, this kind of activity was called extreme sports—extreme sports!] Nol emphasized. [I haven’t even climbed stairs for this long…]

[I didn’t expect you to be afraid of heights.] His Holiness Pope Teest openly mocked his god.

[I’m not usually afraid.]

As they neared the summit, the chilling wind became fiercer, and Nol’s thoughts seemed to become discordant. [Damn, with Eugene here, I can’t freely use magic… There’s not even a railing here, and you’re not by my…]

Teest raised his eyebrows proudly. [Not by your what?]

Nol exhaled a large cloud of mist, ignoring him. Teest hopped down from the cliff and stopped beside Nol, his hand smoothing Nol’s back—before Teest, the slippery, icy rocks seemed to turn into a living room floor.

[Don’t be afraid. I’m right by your side,] he said with a chuckle.

The wind was too strong. Nol adjusted his stance and felt his back touch something. It was a layer of light yet tough netting, which, amid the wind and snow, subtly supported his back.

The Mad Monk’s golden thread.

Nol closed his eyes and took another step upward. The mountain rocks were still wet and slippery, but his fear had been swept away clean by the cold wind.

The other two temporary knights weren’t so lucky.

Damori, being more robust, managed to push forward. Sean, originally a mage, now resembled a cocoon wrapped in a blanket, being dragged upwards by an Investigation Knight.

When they reached the summit, the sunset dyed half of the sky red, and the clouds near the mountain were also tinged with gold.

But no one was there to appreciate this magnificent scene.

Apart from Damori, who was gasping for air on the ground, and Sean, whose consciousness was blurry, everyone noticed the anomaly not far away—

A string of gray-black castles suspended in the air.

It was described as “a string” because the castle seemed to have been brutally dismembered, its fragments falling from top to bottom. Yet, these fragments were connected by sinew-like links of black and red, reminiscent of rotting flesh, just hanging there in midair.

At the very top, in the largest piece of the castle ruins, all windows were lit, clearly indicating habitation. The clouds churned endlessly below the castle, like a stormy sea of gray and white.

This was the rumored “The Manor”.

Nol narrowed his eyes. He was 120,000 percent sure that Siren Fischer was in one of those ruins.

[Look below.] Teest tugged at Nol’s wrist, his voice serious again.

Surrounding them was a sea of clouds, black rocks, and snow, and what caught everyone’s attention first was the castle lights. But looking down was even more horrifying.

Directly below the castle was a hellish, long, narrow fissure.

It was deeply hidden in the shadows, parallel to the Brick Mountain Range, stretching far at both ends, its length and depth impossible to gauge.

In comparison, the castle in the air was like a drop of blood ejected from the massive fissure.

Nol hung his head, fascinated by the crevasse.

It was like the eyes of a dead person that hadn’t fully closed. Nol felt that something in the depths of the fissure was looking back at him.

Suddenly, an abnormal chill seeped into the cold wind.

Nol subtly moved forward a step, shielding Teest behind him. Eugene, making a quick decision, plunged his longsword deep into the snow. Golden light spread, and the twelve present were encased in a semi-transparent golden dome.

The White Night came, for the third time.

This time, Nol saw its source.

From the depths of the fissure came a heavy, chaotic, spine-chilling rumble. It was like the sighs, groans, and wails of thousands. A shadowy blackness surged up from the depths of the crevasse, the scene truly resembling blood oozing from a wound.

The darkness surged, branched off, crawled over the mountains, and raced in all directions. The Manor’s castle, situated higher up, remained unharmed in the rampaging White Night.

The darkness surged around the protective shield. Perhaps due to Eugene’s strong defense, this time it didn’t have the previous “thousand hands grasping” anomaly that occurred with Siren.

After several minutes, the darkness ceased, and the crevasse, like a wound, temporarily “healed.”

The booming became distant and the surging darkness vanished beyond the horizon. That darkness would become the White Night that corrupted the lands, took countless lives, and eventually dissipated in the wind.

Above the sky, the castle’s light remained as usual, as if this was just an ordinary moment on a mundane day.

[In your setting, there probably wouldn’t be this castle, let alone this fissure.] Teest sighed inwardly. [You wouldn’t create something so… despair-inducing, I guess.]

Nol instinctively reached out and firmly grasped Teest’s hand, which was within reach.

It was the closest and only source of warmth.


The author has something to say:

“How to Refresh Away Your Awkwardness and Fatigue” — Nol

Eugene: Truly a master of great physical fitness.

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Full Server First Kill Ch97

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 97: Theism

Eugene led Nol all the way to the church’s parlor.

This place had been converted into Eugene’s temporary office. Nol noticed the incongruous desk and the excessive number of magic candles.

Besides Eugene, there was a young knight standing guard in the room. Nol recognized him at a glance—it was Manley, the knight they had rescued in Whitebird City. He had recovered well. One couldn’t tell he had been so gravely injured.

Seeing a familiar face lightened Nol’s mood.

If it were just Nol by himself, he might have been on high alert. But now, with Teest swaggering up to Eugene’s desk, taking liberties to sneak peeks at the documents, Nol couldn’t muster up any nervousness.

“Please.” Eugene gestured towards the sofa in the meeting area. A teapot floated by itself, pouring a cup of hot tea for Nol.

“No need. It’s late. Please speak directly,” Nol said dutifully, playing the role of the “Dragonblood Hero Drake” from his impression. He couldn’t deny there was a bit of joy in treating his temporary “superior” this way.

Out of the corner of his eye, Nol saw Teest plopping down in Eugene’s office chair, stretching his neck to look at the documents on the desk. There was a map with many letters and manuscripts on it. Teest was nearly reaching for a cup of tea to drink while he read.

“We have noticed your outings and are aware that you are volunteering to deal with the corrupted monsters,” Eugene began straightforwardly. “Your vigilance is also high. You neither go to the places where knights are stationed nor let our people witness the scene… We can only speculate that your method of dealing with corrupted monsters is very special.”

“I like to act alone,” Nol said. “I ran out on my own. If I involve others, precious time would be spent explaining.”

“As for special, I don’t know what you mean?”

Nol was genuinely puzzled. Teest dealt with the bodies entirely using the methods of the Temple of Life. Before this, Nol had only heard a few “last wishes” from the corrupted—nothing more.

The content of those last wishes was very similar—confused pleas for help, expressions of pain and despair, murmurs of wanting to see family. It was normal human sentiment—nothing out of the ordinary.

“The abandoned house in the east of the city, the space under Colt Tower, the cobblestone path in the city center, the mill on Fluorite Street… Tonight, you’ve dealt with four corrupted monsters, right?”

Eugene continued with a smile, “The corruption of the Demon King is very stubborn, and even after being thoroughly purified, that land will be somewhat colder than other places.”

“The places you’ve cleaned are as warm as normal land. Do you mind telling me how that is?”

Nol: “……”

He had been careless. Indeed, he hadn’t known this detail about the temperature difference.

A few steps away, Teest lifted his head, innocently looking towards Nol, his head shaking like a rattle. [Honey, do you think the former me would have been so kind as to help clean up corrupted monsters?]

At that moment, Teest was on tiptoes, peeking at scrolls on a shelf. As he turned his head, the stack of scrolls he was secretly fiddling with almost collapsed. Fortunately, the Mad Monk was quick and managed to steady them in time.

…Before Nol could pass this buck, his “only Pope” preemptively set up defenses, ready as if beating the drum to pass the blame. This relationship of faith was really too healthy.

Nol tried to discard the thought of “spouses are like birds of the same forest*” from his mind. Eugene wasn’t an easy man to deal with, so he decided to be a bit more honest. “I really don’t know how I did it.”

*The line following after is: When disaster strikes, they fly separately. It’s a proverb used to describe a situation where a couple may seem to be close and committed, but when a serious challenge arises, they may abandon each other and act selfishly.

“Don’t know, huh…”

There wasn’t much disappointment in Eugene’s voice. He casually changed the topic. “The background of all temporary knights has been checked except for yours. You and I are both children of God. It’s better not to keep too many secrets.”

He lifted the teacup, the moss-green color of his eyes floating at the edge of the cup.

The inevitable still arrived.

Nol launched the [Bloodline Suppression] that stemmed from the dragon without hesitation.

Merely affected by the aftermath, the young knight inside the room stumbled, almost falling in place. Eugene, being the target, didn’t even shake the hand that was holding the teacup. He lowered his gaze, set the cup down lightly, and clapped his hands twice.

“No wonder you are also called ‘Drake’.” Eugene’s tone was somewhat relieved. “Another person with dragon’s blood. That’s a good sign.”

“So that’s how it is.” Nol said, “Many people still have concerns about mixed bloodlines, which is why I hide my identity on normal days. I change my appearance every time I take on a task.”

“I understand your worries.” Eugene nodded, his posture relaxed. “Your bloodline is as outstanding as your appearance, but indeed, both can bring trouble.”

“You don’t mind? The duty of the Investigation Knights is clearly to eradicate monsters and the darkness.”

“As long as you are willing to exert effort for Lady Tilia, that’s enough. In the eyes of the Goddess, nobility and commonality are equal—there is no difference between monster mixed-blood and human pure-blood… Wasn’t the Dragonblood Hero from two hundred years ago also a hero among humans?”

Eugene cast a heating spell on Nol’s tea, causing the cool tea to steam once again.

Interesting. As devout believers, Knight Eugene and that Sean had completely different interpretations of the “rules”. Nol was somewhat surprised. Eugene wasn’t as difficult to communicate with as they had imagined.

“Then I’ll just say it—the anomaly in the purification might be due to my special bloodline. Dragon’s magical talent is stronger than humans. Perhaps my purification is more thorough.”

The timing was right. Nol gave the excuse he had prepared in advance.

“Perhaps.” Eugene said, “You may go back now, Mr. Drake. I look forward to your performance. May your life be full of vitality.”

“May the Goddess forever bless you and me.” Nol nodded, and Teest, having completed his snooping, hurried back to his side.

The young knight Manley moved to the door, politely opening it first.

Could the anomaly be related to that [Lost Last Wish] skill? Nol walked on, thinking to himself.

Those corrupted people had expressed their grievances fully before death, removing their resentment? …No, this line of thought was too reminiscent of ancient Country C style. Nol doubted it was that simple.

Teest curiously turned his head to spy on Eugene’s actions.

Whoosh!

A flash of sword light came from behind Nol.

It brushed past Teest’s temples, stopping within two fists’ distance of Nol’s shoulder. Teest dodged just in time, or else he would have lost a large tuft of hair.

Nol stopped but didn’t turn around. “Captain Eugene, what’s the meaning of this?”

“I just sensed hostility and surveillance near you,” Eugene answered nonchalantly, his expression revealing no ripples of emotion. “That feeling didn’t seem like you… Ah, perhaps it’s still too late. My judgment was flawed.”

“You didn’t dodge.” Seeing Nol continuing towards the door without a word, Eugene casually added.

‘That’s the reflex of an office warrior. Even if you were to stab at me head-on, I wouldn’t be able to dodge,’ Nol muttered to himself internally but still didn’t turn back, nonchalantly responding—

“You are a knight favored by the Goddess. You wouldn’t attack someone from behind.”

“Hahaha, indeed!” Eugene swiftly sheathed his sword. “I hope we will have the chance to work together.”

No, my family likes to dump corpses in front of the Evergreen Church. I guess you wouldn’t accept this. Nol took heavy steps, walking towards the midnight corridor.

[We need to stay away from him,] Nol thought to himself after leaving the room.

[He really is a troublesome guy. Just now, I only cursed him in my mind.] Teest internally ranted nonstop. [Worthy of the renowned Chosen One.]

[Do you know his prophecy?] Nol became interested.

[Only the higher-ups of the Temple of Life know.] Teest snorted. [Next time you can inquire about it from that Annakin. I am also curious.]

[Mm…]

At the same time, inside Eugene’s office.

“The Chosen Ones and servants of the Temple have all had their identities confirmed,” Eugene muttered as he scrolled through the scroll. “In recent years, no new oracles have emerged…”

But that Drake was clearly not an ordinary person. Eugene prided himself on his intuition. The feeling he got when he faced Drake was no different from when he faced other powerful Chosen Ones… In fact, Drake seemed even more exceptional.

…Could it be that the Goddess didn’t favor him? Drake was evidently a decent pantheist.

…Or was it that Drake wasn’t as simple as he appeared on the surface?

Right, the hostility he sensed earlier was almost inexplicable… Standing there, Drake seemed like the mix of two extremes of good and evil, exuding a very inconsistent aura.

Eugene drew his longsword, and the firelight turned its blade into a mirror. Eugene gazed at his own puzzled eyes reflected in it.

…It should also not be a Supplement Demon. The Eternal Church didn’t have the capability to obtain a fresh, complete dragon corpse to make potions. If they dared to do so, the angry dragons would have flattened the Eternal Church long before.

Eugene thought hard but couldn’t come up with an answer.

In the end, he could only pull out the battle force arrangement chart, placing Drake under the close watch of the Investigation Knights.

“You should rest early,” Knight Manly reminded him. “After all, tomorrow you have to…”

“Thank you for the reminder. I remember.” Eugene cut him off.

……

The next day, outside the city.

After returning yesterday, Teest boasted about the intelligence he had gathered—

On the big shared bed, Nol pretended to be asleep with his eyes closed. Teest crawled under his blanket, chirping non-stop inside the bulging blanket.

Indeed, he had gathered quite a bit of information, such as the multiple conflicts between The Manor and Eternal Day City, and the rough battle plan of the Investigation Knights’ mission.

As Nol expected, Eugene’s arrangements didn’t include a “negotiation” phase. What they couldn’t understand was the absence of an “investigation” phase as well.

The Investigation Knights were unable to confirm the location of The Manor, only knowing that it was on the edge of “Brick Shadow”, and for some reason, divination magic had no effect on it.

Through the captured Siren Fischer, Nol knew the approximate location of The Manor. He had planned to find an opportunity to reveal it to the Investigation Knights, but who would have thought that Eugene would lead the team out of the city so directly, appearing exceptionally confident.

As a temporary knight, Nol was given a horse and was currently squeezed on it in tandem with Teest. To avoid the horses getting too dissatisfied, Nol even kindly used gravity magic. Aside from his back being entirely covered by Teest, warm enough to be irritating, the situation was still under control.

[Are the Investigation Knights always this confident?] Nol asked. [Or is it that they are just accustomed to acting first?]

[No, Eugene Malloy is a very cautious person.] Teest rested his chin on Nol’s shoulder, lazily hooking the reins with his fingers. [He would only make a move when he’s certain of the target. He probably got the news from some other channels.]

With the addition of temporary knights, the expedition force was a full two hundred and ten strong. Each member of the Investigation Knights troop was elite, and this force was equivalent to an elite combat group of a large guild.

Eugene led them to a stop on a vast grassland.

He galloped out of the formation, stopping before the crowd, ensuring that everyone could see him. Nol curiously leaned closer to Teest, their heads cocking as they observed intently.

“In the midst of last night, the Archbishop has returned with the results of the divine revelation,” Eugene said in a loud voice, as the rustling sound of the morning grass surrounded them. “Even the most powerful divination cannot pinpoint the exact location of The Manor.”

“Surely, you must have noticed something special about The Manor recently. Its members come and go without a trace, and with The Manor’s activity, the occurrence of the White Nights has increased more than tenfold… This is a very dangerous adversary. Listen well, everyone. Underestimating the enemy on the battlefield is a grave mistake.”

“Eh? No divination results?” Damori exclaimed in surprise. “Then where do we go?”

Confusion wasn’t exclusive to him. Aside from those like Sean who fully trusted in the Temple, the rest of the temporary knights were more or less puzzled, and whispers began to spread.

“To resolve the issue of The Manor as swiftly as possible, I have decided to request the Goddess’s mercy.”

After two minutes, Knight Eugene spoke again. “I will make a sacrifice here, to let the omnipotent God guide us and reveal the way to us.”

Nol clenched the reins in his hand, and behind him, Teest’s body tensed up slightly.

A direct request to God? What does that mean? A magic trick, or truly summoning a god?

Nol’s mind rapidly sifted through various divination spells, his gaze unflinchingly on Eugene. The rest of the temporary knights gradually fell silent, looking toward Captain Eugene with reverence.

Eugene smiled at everyone and waved to his own team. Two knights approached on horseback. They stopped, one on each side, flanking Eugene squarely in the middle.

With a swish, Eugene drew his longsword.

In the early morning, everything was dim and hazy, as if a thin veil of gray-blue was draped over all things.

The pale light of the sword pierced through this softness, and Eugene’s actions were decisive—he thrust the sword directly into his own chest.

Simultaneously, the knight to his left swiftly drew his sword. Two swords pierced through the armor, and Eugene’s upper body was marked with a cross made by the swords. His body was penetrated, and blood gushed out rapidly.

It soaked the armor and the horse’s fur and drizzled onto the grass. Eugene himself didn’t move; his face quickly turned pale, but his smile remained unchanged.

The scene fell into utter silence.

[There’s definitely no magic like this in my ‘Tahe’.]

[He avoided the vitals, but he will die from blood loss soon.]

Nol and Teest almost simultaneously voiced their thoughts internally.

[This is more like black magic that requires a sacrifice…] Nol was about to add something to his mind when suddenly both of them heard a rustling system noise.

[Attention….. Player Teest, please… hold the person next to you……]

[Attention…… Player Teest, please… hold the person next to you……]

[Attention…… Player Teest, please…… hold the person next to you……]

The system’s voice was distorted and stuttered, faint to almost non-existent. Teest hesitated for less than a second, then fiercely hugged Nol, with such force as if to embed him into his body.

Seeing the system’s abnormality for the first time, Nol didn’t dare act rashly, cooperating with Teest’s movements, pressing close to him.

In the next instant, he thought he knew the reason for the prompt’s trigger.

The air nearby suddenly became immensely heavy, and something… almost like a vision, surged from all directions. The feeling of being watched by a pride of lions on the grassland, amplified a million times, was probably close to what Nol was feeling now.

…Something, something extremely powerful, cast its gaze upon them.

The wind stopped, and all bird and insect noises vanished, the breathing of hundreds of people around was barely audible. In this terrifying silence, Eugene curled his lips upward. With his arms drenched in his own blood, he reached out to the void, as if yearning for an embrace.

“O beginning of the world, sovereign of all things, Supreme Goddess Tilia.”

He called out with a voice full of joy.

“Please guide the way for your devoted knight. Let your loyal sword slay the enemy… Please tell me the location of The Manor.”

The feeling of being watched persisted for a dozen seconds before gradually disappearing.

The next second, Demori, a few steps away, let out a suppressed cry of surprise. Sean dismounted and knelt to pray on the spot—

In the early morning sky, an emerald green meteor descended from the heavens. It trailed a long tail, slowly falling towards a certain location in the Brick Mountains.

Amidst the pool of blood, Eugene ignored the two swords in his chest and performed a proper knight’s salute. “Praise be to Your Grace.”

His complexion was paler than fresh snow, looking as if he might fall off his horse at any moment.

The knight to Eugene’s left quickly acted. With two puffing sounds, the blood-covered swords fell to the grass. The knight on his right immediately cast a prepared healing spell, dousing Eugene with a healing potion that soaked him through.

Knight Eugene then caught his breath. His face was still frightfully pale, but his breathing gradually returned to normal.

Meanwhile, the emerald meteor at the edge of the sky had just vanished.

“Rest for ten minutes, then advance towards The Manor,” Eugene instructed. “The Goddess watches over us. We will surely prevail!”

“Yes!!!” Dozens of temporary knights erupted in cheers. Even the nominally faithful Damori’s cheeks were flushed with excitement.

Passing through the forest-like raised arms, Eugene’s gaze fell on Nol’s direction. “Drake” responded to his look seriously and calmly.

At this moment, the tumult within “Mr. Drake”, or Nol’s heart, was perhaps only known to his templar knight.

[That location is absolutely fine.] Nol muttered frantically in his mind. [That was definitely not normal magic just now. I didn’t feel any magical fluctuations, but the location indicated by that meteor is indeed correct, matching exactly with where the siren is located… Teest, do you know this spell?]

This might have been their closest encounter with the so-called “God”.

Unexpectedly, Teest didn’t respond to him excitedly. The Mad Monk remained silent, both in body and spirit.

[Teest?]

[I was thinking about the system prompt just now.] Almost half a minute later, Teest finally responded. [It wanted me to stay as close to you as possible.]

Nol was stunned. The impact of the “divine” intervention was so great, he almost forgot this detail.

[I have an interesting hypothesis.] Teest stroked his chin, his tone a bit… peculiar. [Do you remember the curse on me? The one left by the Lich.]

[Of course, I remember.]

[Deceiving God with unworthy means, God will no longer watch over you. There’s a line in the system description of “God’s Forsaken” that says this. And that candle said, God must also absolutely obey the rules of the system.]

Teest took a deep breath, his tone losing its usual lightness.

[That is to say, “God’s Forsaken” isn’t only binding me. With this curse, God is equally unable to watch over me.]

[Nol, was the curse placed by the system really to “curse” you and me?]


The author has something to say:

Here it comes!!! The story is in the middle phase, gradually filling in the gaps~

System: Urgent request, stick together! (voice breaks)


Kinky Thoughts:

Making an erratum. For those who have been reading along, note that God’s Abandonment is now changed to God’s Forsaken as I think that sounds better. Earlier chapters have been fixed to correct this change.


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Full Server First Kill Ch96

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 96: Lost Last Wish

Nol felt relieved to find that, after an intensely stressful day, he no longer needed to put on an act in front of the king.

The temporary knights—referred to as “devout warriors” by the Temple—represented more than one person. For this audience with the king, Eugene specifically selected six temporary knights, all of whom had decent appearances and well-proportioned figures that were pleasant to look at.

Of course, the palace was no comparison to Whitebird City, and Nol, being a commoner, couldn’t catch a glimpse of the king at all. These six representatives were seated at the very end of the banquet, their view partially obstructed by the bustling servants.

Nol quietly surveyed the hall.

The palace here couldn’t be said to be particularly luxurious. Its interior was mostly built of white stone. The ceiling was high, supported by thick stone columns, with the decor consisting only of lush green plants, brightly colored tapestries, and small fountain fixtures.

The windows in the royal palace were smaller than any Nol had seen before, and there were fewer of them. They had large panes of glass and could be closed with wood panels wrapped in white leather. The material of the curtains was a bit odd, and beside each windowsill stood a jar filled with water.

[That’s used to seal the windows,] Teest, who was leisurely eating food from Nol’s plate, explained. [When the White Night comes, the servants will close the wooden panels and dampen the curtains with water—they’re made of silk from swamp spiders. When touched by water, the fabric becomes sticky and gelatinous, just like jelly.]

[You seem to know quite a bit.] Nol quickly rescued a piece of cheese.

[There was a high-ranking official from the Eternal Church in the court of New Gemino,] the Mad Monk expressed with a smile.

Well, it turned out to be experience gained from a past murder. Nol silently ate the piece of cheese—now bearing the imprint of someone’s teeth.

Eternal Day City had been at a standoff with The Manor for a long time, and resources within the city were scarce. One couldn’t find such good food in the taverns outside—rich goat cheese, fresh fish that hadn’t been cured, exceptionally tender roasted quail and braised lamb chops, as well as fruits and vegetables that were neither shriveled nor spoiled.

The royal chefs weren’t stingy with spices—their touch rather heavy, giving the stew a unique flavor.

Compared to other civilian representatives, Nol ate with relative elegance.

“I heard they recruited sixty people.”

To Nol’s left, a young man with dark brown skin and a cheerful face began speaking. He was still busily chewing on fish making his voice a bit muffled.

“Yes, it’s a tradition of the Temple. In every city, they recruit ‘temporary knights’ locally. It’s a favor, and also makes it convenient for the locals to understand the course of events.”

The young man to Nol’s right responded seriously. He was the most refined eater at the table. He wore a light-colored robe and appeared to be either a mage or a healer.

His tone was quite devout. Nol picked a ripe sweet apple and cut a half for Teest. He remained silent, pretending to be just a puff of air.

[Hypocrisy.] Teest crunched on the apple. [They recruit followers of the Goddess of Life, and they still talk bad about the Investigation Knights?]

Nol shrugged.

If it were him personally, it would be difficult to speak ill of the Temple of Life—

According to the contract, half of the temporary knights patrolled the city with the local Temple knights, while the other half joined the front lines with the Investigation Knights. If the battle dragged on too long, they would rest and rotate personnel every seven days, with compensation paid again at each rotation.

What was this concept equivalent to? It was like earning a weekly salary of twenty thousand in City A, with room and board included… The Temple of Life really spared no expense in winning people’s hearts.

Thinking of this, Nol lost his appetite somewhat. Along the way, he and Teest’s “little family” had no worries about expenses. But to support the large family back in Paradise, he still needed to work hard to earn money.

[What are you thinking about?] Teest immediately noticed Nol’s distraction.

[It’s hard to provide for a family.] Nol sipped his milk stout glumly, his toes idly flicking the shadow wolf’s mouth under the tablecloth. [Just taking care of a dog is stressful enough…]

Teest: [……]

“Speaking of which, this brother here saved someone from the Blanco family last night.” The man with brown skin clapped Nol on the back familiarly. “I heard about it. One person against a group of monsters, and he came back in one piece!”

“What a pity not a single monster was left behind,” the young man in the long robe said indifferently.

Nol put down his knife and fork and spoke the truth. “I wanted to pursue them, but they seemed to vanish into thin air. Do you think The Manor might have some sort of teleportation magic item?”

“Impossible.” The young man in the robe snorted. “Reusable teleportation magic items are very rare. The monster manor wouldn’t have such treasures. According to the records we have, only the Temple of Life and the Eternalists have such items.”

Nol shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his posture to prevent Kando from bulging out in his arms.

“Maybe The Manor found it washed up from the sea!” The brown-skinned man guessed cheerfully. “When the Dragonblood Hero set out with his fleet to defeat the Demon King, they never returned. They prepared so many magical items. Maybe one or two washed up on shore…”

The young man in the robe rebuked, “I don’t think they would be stupid enough to sink their ship midway. It’s more likely they were all killed by the Demon King.”

After speaking, he paused. “Drake’s failure was inevitable. His faith in the Goddess was never devout. He couldn’t even be considered a nominal believer.”

Ah, my fists are itching.

Nol was about to interrupt when he saw the Mad Monk scoop up some pepper and blow it towards the nose of the young man in the robe. The latter’s face stiffened rapidly, and he hurriedly covered his face with his sleeve, sneezing incessantly.

Nol stretched out comfortably with a smile and gently touched Teest’s arm, who curved his eye at him.

“I heard your name is also Drake.”

The brown-skinned man, obviously the type who would die if he didn’t talk, turned to Nol with enthusiasm. “Do you have a girlfriend? My sister is especially beautiful, and she likes your type of look the most…”

“I’m married,” Nol said, pulling a bit of his wedding ring out from his chest.

“Oh, oh, sorry, I didn’t see you wearing it.” The brown-skinned man hurriedly raised his hands. “Is your wife also in Eternal Day City?”

The more one spoke, the more mistakes one made. Nol pondered for a moment. “My lover will always be by my side.”

The brown-skinned man looked at the still sneezing young man in the robe and shook his head first, then his expression became sad as he looked at Nol.

“Condolences. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have brought this up… May the Goddess bless her. She must always be watching over you.”

Teest: [……Such a heartless husband!]

Nol: [I’m telling the truth.]

[You’re too bad.]

[Likewise.]

The young man in the robe finally finished sneezing. Perhaps feeling it was undignified, he rubbed his red nose and changed the subject. “You two seem like nominal believers. Are there other reasons for joining?”

“Hey, I want to make more money. Business has been bad recently. I need to support my family,” the brown-skinned young man said with a grin.

“A person I know was taken by The Manor,” Nol said succinctly. “What about you—purely out of devotion?”

“……” The young man in the robe had a wooden expression. “I used to be a healer for the Kesh family.”

The brown-skinned young man’s expression shifted slightly. “Ah…”

“My entire family were servants of the Kesh household. Recently, when the Grimm house was attacked, Mr. Kesh had me go and treat the wounded mercenaries.” The young man in the robe looked more haggard. “Now it seems the Goddess blessed only me.”

Nol’s heart sank. He remembered that the Kesh house was attacked at the same time as the Blanco house, and not a single survivor was left.

[So, it turns out to be an avenger,] Teest murmured.

“So, I will apply to be in the first group to go to the front lines,” the young man in the robe said.

“Me too.” Nol picked up his knife and fork again.

“I plan to do the same! I heard there’s an extra reward for going to the front line.” The brown-skinned man said, “Then we’ll be comrades-in-arms. I’m Damori. I know you’re called Drake… What’s your name, healer?”

“Sean,” the young man in the robe said.

The brown-skinned man—Damori—smiled and picked up his glass as if to toast with them. Just at that moment, a loud bell rang out from the palace.

The sound was deep and resonant, numbing the viscera of anyone who heard it. The floor trembled non-stop as if an earthquake were occurring. The attendants immediately quickened their pace, rushing towards the windows.

They saw wooden boards falling and water bottles overturning. The window curtains, like spider webs, sprawled across the window frames, with every window sealed tight.

“A White Night?” Damori’s smile vanished. “It just happened a few days ago, and now again?!”

“The Demon King is about to awaken. Disaster is imminent,” Sean murmured. “The Manor must be an outpost for these demons… Tomorrow, there will be a lot of work in the city. It won’t be any easier than being on the front line.”

[The army and the Temple knights will execute creatures corrupted by the Demon King. Otherwise, they will turn into deformed monsters. Honey, you’ve seen those Thousand-Hands Nightmares.]

Teest explained thoughtfully. [It’s kind of giving them a quick end, but it’s always their relatives who will try their best to obstruct, and that’s the difficult part.]

The tip of Nol’s fork touched the silver plate, and he completely lost his appetite.

[…Eternal Day City is very experienced in handling these matters. In my opinion, it’s mostly homeless people and stray animals that end up dead,] Teest added after a light cough.

After that, even the talkative Damori said no more. At the far end of the room, Eugene finished communicating with the king, and the group silently returned to the Evergreen Church.

The White Night was over. The buildings on the street themselves had no color to fade, seemingly unchanged as always.

In the hazy moonlight, Nol spotted someone… No, that wasn’t a “person”.

That thing still vaguely maintained the shape of a person, with blue-black skin, an extra pair of arms extending from its chest and waist, and a foot protruding from its face as if someone had forcibly mashed several different people into one body.

It made a sound between a groan and a cry, struggling on the ground like a wild beast. Sensing the approach of the Investigation Knights, the creature let out a shrill scream and hurried over.

Tears and hope filled its skewed eyes, but what it met was a burst of holy fire.

Within the white flames, it twisted silently, turning to dust in an instant. A series of purifying spells then blasted through the area, scattering the dim black miasma in the air.

From the moment Nol saw it to the complete disappearance of the Demon King’s corruption, the whole process took no more than ten seconds.

Sean lowered his head and made a gesture of prayer.

“Do you think, if God really is omnipotent, why doesn’t He just destroy the Demon King?” Damori whispered to Nol. “…Or is this the trial that God has given to humanity?”

“This isn’t a trial.” Nol looked at the place where the person had vanished. “I guess, maybe God is not all-powerful.”

For some reason, this scene reminded Nol of the novice village.

That gigantic headless girl, who had also destroyed every living being in the novice village in the same way. It was an event from just a few months ago, yet it felt as distant as if it had happened generations past.

“Forget it. Let’s not talk about God. People like us won’t see the Demon King in our lifetime,” Damori sighed. “Better to just live our own lives.”

“Yeah,” Nol said.

……

“So this is your way of ‘living a good life’,” Teest said through a yawn in the dark of the night. “Do you really like to work late into the night? My evening prayers…”

“I want to see the different states of the Demon King’s corruption. After all, I have only encountered the Nightmares,” Nol said.

They were going to leave the city with Eugene tomorrow, and Nol didn’t want to miss this opportunity.

“Oh,” Teest responded listlessly. “Here, White Nights aren’t so rare. You really didn’t have to rush… Ah!”

Nol moved closer to Teest and planted a kiss on his forehead.

“Helping you complete your evening prayers,” Nol said.

Teest instantly perked up. “That’s the form for morning prayers. Evening prayers need to be more formal.” After saying this, he quickly kissed Nol’s cheek while Nol was still close. “That’s more like it.”

“Where do you come up with all these rules?”

Teest declared with righteous indignation, “I’m your only believer, which means I’m your pope, and I have the right to interpret all forms of prayer.”

“……” Nol was speechless.

He sped up in the darkness and soon found his target—a dying old woman.

The old lady huddled in a ruined, abandoned house, trying to wrap herself with cloth and leather but still failing miserably. A faceless torso protruded from her chest, like a deformed conjoined twin.

She sat silently against the wall, occasionally twitching, her chest heaving faster than a heartbeat, the half-body trembling incessantly.

“Ah… Ah…”

Although Nol had activated the effect of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, she seemed to see him, stretching out her hand straight towards him, her eyes pure black.

Nol quickly stepped forward to inspect her condition of corruption. The power of the Demon King was even more sinister than he had imagined—if it existed alone, it could be destroyed by a purification spell. But attached to a living being, its effect was like unknown radiation, continuously rewriting the original life form of the creature, which would then mutate and perish due to this unreasonable rewriting.

Nol tried to remove the corruption, but it seemed to have become a part of her, utterly inseparable. He also tried to heal the old woman, but to no avail.

The mutation had destroyed her heart and lung functions. Her death was just a matter of time.

“Ah…” she reached out to Nol in despair.

They had encountered the Thousand-Hands Nightmares before. Touching shouldn’t be an issue. Nol reached out a hand and touched the old woman’s wrinkled, darkened skin.

The moment they touched, the old lady grabbed Nol’s wrist tightly, and Teest grabbed the “Betrayer”.

“Don’t move!” Nol called out to stop him.

He was shocked to find that the skill [Lost Last Wish] had become usable at the moment of their touch.

…Right, [Lost Last Wish] was born from the Demon King’s corruption, and its description didn’t include “not usable”!

Nol immediately activated the skill.

The old woman’s body shuddered strangely, and a sign of life appeared on her blue-black skin. She trembled, barely able to articulate her words.

“I… am afraid…”

“Save… me…”

Nol shook his head at Teest. He moved forward and embraced the old woman—despite the deformed humanoid on her chest, which made the action particularly difficult.

He held the old woman tightly and cast a pain-relieving spell on her. Her body relaxed, light and dry, like a cracked pine branch.

“I… am afraid…”

She stuttered as if her tongue wasn’t under her control. “I don’t want… to die like this…”

“My family… my family…”

“I’m sorry,” Nol said gently, patting her back.

“Save me…”

“I’m sorry…”

She murmured these words over and over until, gradually, she became silent and still. The old woman leaned on Nol’s shoulder, slowly closing her eyes.

She gradually grew cold.

Finally, Nol released the old woman. She collapsed on the ground, lifeless, her contamination stilled alongside her.

No miracles occurred.

Even as a Creator, he was unable to remove the Demon King’s corruption, nor could he understand exactly what effect [Lost Last Wish] had.

…It had been a long time since Nol felt such a sense of powerlessness. He slowly stood up.

“Although I’d really like to ask what you just did, I suppose you’re not in the mood to explain,” Teest whispered. “You go and be alone. I’ll take care of the body.”

“Thank you, Teest.”

“God is not all-powerful. That’s what you said, and you should remember it well,” Teest said from behind him as Nol turned away.

“I’m fine.” Nol’s tone was unexpectedly calm.

“If I were all-powerful, I wouldn’t be acting together with you… Shall we make up for evening prayers later?”

“Let me guess, a hug?”

“Yes, the lady’s body temperature was too low. I’m a bit cold.”

“My pleasure.”

For the next while, Nol seriously took several samples of the corrupted flesh and hid them in Teest’s belt pouch. Afterwards, they decided to sneak back to the church unnoticed and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Unfortunately, things didn’t go as smoothly as they had hoped.

As soon as Nol returned to the large communal room, he saw Sean sitting by his own bed.

“Drake, where did you go?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Just took a walk,” Nol said, with Teest standing beside him, wrinkling his nose at Sean.

“Lies,” Sean said hoarsely. “You have the smell of a dead person on you.”

“Couldn’t sleep, just took a walk and incidentally killed some monsters.” Nol didn’t need to act sullen. It was genuinely how he felt. “Do I need to report my actions to you?”

“Private outings at night are forbidden.” Sean said, “Since you’ve joined the knights’ group, you should follow the rules.”

“That’s the Temple’s rule, not God’s.” Nol sat back on his bed. “Rather than lying around doing nothing, I’d prefer the corruption to disappear sooner.”

“You…”

“Well said.” A pair of boots stopped not far from Nol. He turned his head and saw Eugene’s eyes brimming with smiles.

“The will of the Goddess is above mundane rules. If indeed you acted for the will of God, then it is justified.”

He said warmly, “Just to be safe, please hand over the location of the kill so we can verify the status of the corruption clean-up. How about that?”

Sean’s expression stiffened. “No objections, Sir.”

“I don’t mind either,” Nol said.

“Very good.” Eugene smiled. “Drake, I have something to discuss with you—please come with me.”


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Q: How to play a cold character.

Nol: Just naturally act after working crazy overtime as a modern worker.


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Full Server First Kill Ch95

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 95: Temporary Knight

To re-enter the Blanco mansion, Nol had several choices—

He had carefully memorized the interior of the mansion, allowing him to use Kando to teleport into it. Alternatively, he could opt for a classic approach, disguising himself and pretending to be another visitor.

Nol personally preferred the first method. After the commotion in the dining room, he didn’t want to face the unfortunate staff again for a while.

Teest didn’t intend to influence his choice, but Kando disagreed.

“They say the Fifth Brigade is coming. I’ve overheard that they will arrive the day after tomorrow morning,” the candle murmured from beneath the cloak. “Considering the modus operandi of the Temple of Life—especially that of Captain Eugene—they will surely hasten their troops to suppress The Manor.”

While gracefully eating a piece of orange-marinated chicken, Teest raised an eyebrow, seemingly understanding the candle’s insinuations—

“They will surely gather some young, robust believers from the city to temporarily reinforce their ranks. Since you both need to save people, why not make a scene and infiltrate the Fifth Brigade temporary team?”

Kando prattled on. “This way, you won’t have to bother collecting intel or finding a path. Let the Fifth Brigade handle it all.”

“Wow,” Nol muttered as he prodded a meatball overloaded with potatoes. “I’ve finally discovered who’s the most shameless among us.”

“Thank you. I’m all face and no substance,” Kando humbly responded.

Teest chuckled. “Playing the hero? It does suit you better than attempting to be a rogue.”

Frustrated, Nol stuffed a meatball into Teest’s mouth. As Teest bit down, his mouth was filled with mashed potatoes, and he froze with a look of sadness.

“Let’s be real, the guards will notice my face,” Nol said.

The Mad Monk managed to swallow the meatball. “How do you think I traveled through various countries? A bit of minor disguise magic, and no one will recognize you. I guarantee it.”

“But you can’t guarantee that The Manor will attack the Blanco family again tomorrow,” Nol fretted, dreading the high-intensity role-playing. “What if The Manor gives up…”

“There’s no harm in applying to join regardless,” Kando interjected. “You’re young and strong. Unless Eugene is blind, he won’t overlook such a valuable asset.”

Wanting to save the hostages quickly, this did seem like a more rational plan. Nol slumped in his chair, attempting to escape reality by lowering his gaze.

Laughing, Teest teased. “It’s too late now. Tomorrow, you will follow my instructions fully and get a more decent outfit.”

“Right, you need to come up with a credible alias. I bet that won’t be a problem for you.”

Nol let out a small groan.

That night, they found a dilapidated house to sleep in. Compared to their previous “evening prayers”, Teest held Nol even tighter. The two sat in a corner, covered in thick blankets, with Teest almost leaning into Nol’s embrace.

Despite the fear and chaos below, the stars in the sky remained clear and pure. Nol found himself getting used to the sight of four moons.

He gazed at the sky, contemplating his “character design”. This time, it wasn’t as simple as impromptu roles like “Master of Paradise” or “foolish bandit”; he had to refine his character.

The piece of sky visible through the broken ceiling transformed from starry night to morning twilight, then to the pale blue of dawn. Nol stayed awake all night, occasionally brushing Teest’s hair.

When the Mad Monk woke up, the first thing he did was lean into his god and stretch himself.

“Have you decided on your alias?” he asked curiously.

“Yes. The name is Drake. A magic swordsman of above-average skill,” Nol replied. “I can mimic swordsmanship using certain skills. I have a way.”

“Drake? The Dragonblood Hero Drake?” Teest inquired.

“After him, many named their children Drake. It’s a common name,” Nol explained. “If needed, I’ll claim to be a descendant of Drake—I happen to know the ‘Dragon Bloodline Suppression’, so it’s a gimmick.”

“I thought Drake had no descendants?” Kando interjected from Nol’s embrace.

Nol shrugged. “Distant relatives count, just like Teest’s connection to the Alva family. Since Drake himself wasn’t devout, if I pretend to be a generic believer of the Temple of Life, Eugene won’t nitpick.”

Laying on Nol’s lap, Teest gave a meaningful smile. “So you wish to be a swordsman. I get it now.”

……

In Nol’s original imagination, they should be running towards the truth rather than lingering on the commercial street. Nol wore a hood, bought several sets of second-hand equipment from the bar, and modified several of Teest’s outfits.

Teest paid out of his own pocket, choosing a relatively high-quality sword for him and claimed it was an offering to god.

‘How wonderful,’ Nol thought, holding all the assorted items he had bought, his head spinning—

Intimately looking at childhood photos, having little quarrels, sleeping snuggled up to each other, shopping together. All these things had appeared in his previous “love expectations”, so why did they come to pass in such a twisted way?

When they arrived at the old abandoned house, Teest rolled up his sleeves and specially took out two small wooden stools from his bag. There were suspicious blood stains on the stools, and Nol tried not to think about their original use.

“Sit tight and don’t move later.”

Teest excitedly opened a small wooden box. To Nol’s astonishment, it was filled with all kinds of makeup tools.

“Do you have any special image requirements, honey?”

“My eye color is special. It needs to be changed. Drake has light golden hair and blue eyes. Just choose something similar,” Nol said. “…Is this really okay? I thought you would use magic.”

Teest looked serious and professional. “Using magic is fine normally. But when facing the Investigation Knights, magic to change appearance will be detected in a second. I can only change the color of your hair and eyes thoroughly.”

“A little makeup can subtly change one’s impression. If you can also adjust your facial bones slightly, it will be seamless. I’ll tell you how to do it later.”

Nol didn’t really care. Whatever modifications Teest made, he could “refresh” his body afterward. So he closed his eyes and tilted his head, allowing Teest to work.

Teest’s warm fingertips touched his eyelids. He murmured something under his breath and then dropped a cool liquid on his eyelids, smoothing it out gently.

Then came the scalp—a moist substance brushed against Nol’s scalp and hair, giving off a strong medicinal smell. Nol felt a slight tingling on his scalp, as if sandpaper had been rubbed against it.

“This is a formula improved by Ms. Lynn, so you don’t need to worry,” Teest said in a timely manner. “Next, can you make your skull a bit softer? I’d like to adjust your facial features a bit.”

Nol curled up apprehensively but eventually straightened up and said, “Alright.”

Teest’s touch was gentle, like a craftsman shaping his favorite clay statue. First, there was a light application of the medicine, followed by molding. After about two hours, a gentle kiss landed on Nol’s forehead.

“It’s done,” Teest said.

Nol opened his eyes, and Teest handed him a mirror. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in the mirror, Nol was stunned for a good half minute before saying reluctantly, “You… “

“Is there a problem?” Teest asked with a playful smile.

“No, it’s perfect,” Nol replied, patting his cheeks.

……

The weather was astonishingly beautiful on the day Eugene arrived at Eternal Day City. However, the captain of the knight brigade seemed uninterested in the scenery. He sniffed the air.

“Fires and corpses,” he said gravely.

The knights of the Fifth Brigade didn’t even station themselves in the city. They temporarily rested at the local Temple of Life.

According to Knight Eugene’s request, once they understood the situation in the city, they would immediately go out to investigate The Manor, so there was really no need to settle in.

Within a day, the Investigation Knights were to complete three tasks: gather information, resupply, and recruit local fighters.

On the streets of Eternal Day City, the knights moved briskly; their deep green cloaks never seemed to rest. It must be said that their swift and decisive actions greatly reassured the local residents.

Eugene himself wasn’t idle either.

From the moment he arrived at Eternal Day City, he sent a meeting request to the king of New Gemino. His schedule was packed, moving from one task to the next with frightening efficiency.

For example, now, while waiting for the king’s summons, he was reviewing the temporary recruits.

The young and middle-aged men of Eternal Day City lined up, their faces filled with anger or fanaticism, waiting for the brigade leader to review them one by one. Initially, many in the line hoped to earn some reward, but after a few “interview” screenings, only the strong and robust remained.

The situation in the city was worse than Eugene had imagined, and he looked over the lineup with a frown.

Eternal Day City had been harassed by The Manor for a long time, and most capable young men had already fled with their families, leaving behind mediocre candidates.

“My name is Tru, sir. I am very familiar with the Brick Mountains,” said the middle-aged man in front of Eugene, trembling.

Eugene looked up and gave him a faint smile, exuding a slight aura of intimidation. The middle-aged man shouted in fear and wet his pants.

This one wouldn’t hold up on the battlefield.

“I’m sorry for wasting your time. May your life be full of vitality,” Eugene said, shaking his head. A young knight beside him handed over a silver coin.

“Next,” Eugene said.

Next, next, next… None seemed fit for the battlefield.

Eugene didn’t want to just fill numbers. If he haphazardly chose people, they would surely not return alive. The Goddess of Life was merciful, and he couldn’t do such a wicked thing.

“Next,” Eugene said, rubbing his temples.

If he really couldn’t select anyone, he would have to propose to the king to borrow some soldiers. However, this approach was very sensitive. One wrong move, and the king might think the Temple of Life was overstepping its boundaries. He needed a foolproof plan.

When he saw the next candidate, Eugene’s thoughts paused for a few seconds.

The young man wore a cloak and was lean. He carried a small bag on his back and a decent long sword on his waist. Both his leather armor and clothes were modified, making him look more like a swordsman, with evident wear and tear.

“Please remove your hood,” Eugene said gently. “We need to see your face. And your left ear.”

The man silently nodded and removed his hood. The moment Eugene saw his face, his eyes narrowed.

The man was incredibly handsome, almost out of place in this lineup, more fitting to stand before God. His features seemed familiar to Eugene, but he couldn’t recall where he had seen him.

Perhaps he was mistaken. If he had truly met this person, he wouldn’t have forgotten—

The young man had a pale complexion, no earrings, and almost white golden hair that reached his chest. His eyes were pure gold, making him look as if he’d melt in the daylight.

“Specialty?”

“Scout,” the man succinctly replied, his voice soft and deep. “I’m proficient in magic and swordsmanship, good at gathering intelligence, and dealing with small to medium-sized monsters.”

“Weakness of the giant five-eyed raven?”

“The second eye from the left and the joints of both legs. Water magic attacks are particularly effective.”

Eugene nodded. “How does the harpy attack?”

“Mainly with screams, clawing, and a curse that makes one feel heavy.”

“How to deal with lizardmen?”

“Fire attack. Flames make them slow and injure their organs,” the young magic swordsman answered fluently.

“It seems the rumors are true. Just last night, you single-handedly fought and helped the Blanco family repel the invading ogres and lizardmen… The guards have been praising your bravery.”

Eugene smiled and looked to the knight on his right, who poured a suspicious-looking tea and handed it to the swordsman.

“This is the final step,” Eugene said. “Just in case, you need to drink this potion. It will negate any facial altering potions.”

The man nodded, gave a salute of the Temple of Life, and drank the potion without hesitation.

“Do you remember every heretic of the Eternal Church?” After drinking the bitter potion, the swordsman didn’t even flinch.

The swordsman’s appearance remained unchanged, and Eugene sighed in relief. “Yes, I remember every face I’ve seen.”

For instance, this man’s eye color was exactly like that of Teest from Whitebird City.

“Thank you for your loyalty to the Goddess. Please tell me your name and identity.”

This time, there was a hint of laughter in Eugene’s voice. The knight to his left made a move, but this time, he presented not a silver hook but a gold wheel.

“This is the deposit. If all goes well, after the battle, you will receive nineteen more gold wheels. If you unfortunately fall, we will give forty gold wheels to the person you designate.”

“No need to designate. I won’t die.” The swordsman performed a standard prayer gesture. “The Goddess says we must save those lambs lost in panic. I’m willing to illuminate the fate of Eternal Day City with this sword. The Goddess will surely bless me.”

“Such confidence. Your being here today must be the will of the Goddess.” Eugene stood up and respectfully returned the gesture.

“My name is Drake.” The swordsman revealed a faint smile. “Just a regular mercenary, happened to pass by. To avoid complications, I used a fake identity when entering the city. Please understand.”

“It’s a good name.” Eugene’s smile seemed a bit more genuine.

Across from Knight Eugene, the magic swordsman Drake—Nol, had been internally screaming countless times. He didn’t intend to appear so “haughty”, but his face was stiff with tension.

Fortunately, in terms of personality, he modeled himself after the real Dragonblood Knight Drake. Apart from the embarrassment, the portrayal went much smoother than he imagined.

Having dealt with Eugene, Nol couldn’t help but glance at Teest, who was hidden by his side.

The Mad Monk truly knew the Temple of Life inside out. His predictions were spot on.

Eugene’s potion only works on active magical elixirs. Nol’s hair and eyes had been permanently dyed by regular herbs, and his facial bone structure was slightly adjusted.

Now it seemed, not only did the guards of Eternal Day City have no defenses against a Lich, Knight Eugene also didn’t anticipate a Lich who could “adjust bone structure” would apply for the position.

“We just lost an excellent knight not long ago,” Eugene said to Nol. “I’ll be keeping a close eye on you, Mr. Drake.”

[Heh.] Teest smirked internally. [This kid does have a good eye.]

[Support my back,] Nol thought. [I’m so nervous, my heels are tingling.]

Teest slipped behind Nol, supporting his shoulders and even adjusting his posture.

On the surface, Nol nodded calmly. He of course understood Eugene’s hint but didn’t show overly enthusiastic reactions—this response was genuine.

This was the third time he had met Eugene, Nol thought helplessly.

The first time was in Whitebird City, the second time as the Master of Paradise, and now as a descendant of a hero… They say things come in three. Hopefully, he wouldn’t give himself away in front of Mr. Eugene this time.

“If there’s nothing else…” Nol hinted.

“Ah.”

Eugene tapped his forehead. “Next, you need to sign the contract. Your accommodation and meals will be taken care of by the Temple of Life. If you’re dissatisfied with your current equipment, you can also apply to use the temple’s equipment.”

“Thank you for your generosity.” Nol nodded.

“There’s one more thing,” Eugene said. “Tonight, I will lead the knights and the representatives of the ‘temporary knights’ to meet the king. Please prepare yourself.”

Nol, who had just relaxed, tensed up again like fresh meat in a freezer. The good news, Eugene was very satisfied with him. The bad news, Eugene was a bit too satisfied with him.

[Why didn’t you make me look more ordinary!] Nol shouted internally.

[You’re already handsome. Changing too much could give us away,] Teest muttered defensively. [Besides, I like your face. Who could have thought that changing the color scheme would have such a striking effect—I even altered your facial features to make you look fiercer!]

…Never mind.

Pretending to be calm, Nol took a step forward to follow the leading knight to sign the contract.

[I’ve been meaning to ask.] Teest quickly changed the topic. [How do you plan to deal with the contract issue? This is the Temple of Life’s temporary knight contract. They’re sure to verify your true name.]

[Haven’t you forged this kind of thing before?] Nol raised an eyebrow.

[I prefer to forge the entire contract,] Teest declared confidently.

Nol chuckled. [Come, let your False God teach you how to exploit loopholes.]

Facing the contract, shining with magical radiance, and Teest’s equally sparkling eyes, Nol picked up the quill, and with a flourish—

He did sign as “Nol”, but the handwriting was so flamboyant and winding that it resembled “Drake”.

[Sloppy handwriting isn’t illegal,] Nol remarked. [Magic contracts can’t be deceived, but the people reading them can.]

Teest: [………]

He covered his mouth, laughing so hard beside Nol that his shoulders shook.

Nol put down the quill without changing his expression. It was no wonder Teest hadn’t thought of this. After all, this world didn’t have doctors hastily writing prescriptions, nor did it have brash individuals challenging Investigation Knights to their faces.

[You’re really mischievous.]

[Who made me your god?]


The author has something to say:

Showing no reverence for any god in the world, the absolute advantage of the True Creator(?

Actually, thinking about it, Nol truly seems to be the most suitable deity for the Mad Monk(???

Buy one get one free. Two strong combatants! Mr. Eugene, why aren’t you smiling anymore…?


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Full Server First Kill Ch94

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 94: A Small Quarrel

The force with which Teest leaned in was neither light nor heavy. His head rested on Nol’s shoulder, holding back just a bit of his strength. His long hair cascaded down Nol’s chest, like a hand both light and soft.

Nol’s heart skipped a beat.

In the future he dreamt of, there was probably this scene—his lover leaning on him, both of them flipping through a photo album, browsing through the times before they knew each other.

…Is this some kind of temptation? Nol wasn’t quite sure.

Mrs. Flama was as beautiful as he had imagined, with remnants of her features in Teest’s eyes and brows. His eyes were especially similar to hers.

Mr. Flama was tall and well-built, with a gentle handsomeness on his face. He looked gracious and of good temper. Only Teest’s physique resembled his father’s.

Their pair of adolescent children were also good-looking.

…No wonder the guard relaxed his vigilance on his appearance upon hearing he was from the Blanco family, Nol thought. The genes of the Blanco family were truly remarkable. None of the portraits in this room were unattractive.

Nol turned his gaze back to the photo of Teest.

A young Teest wore a child’s robe and didn’t hug his mother. His chocolate-colored hair softly hung down to his shoulders, and his honey-like eyes opened wide. He looked round and adorable, but lacked the innocence and dependency a child should have.

His mother once held him so tightly. She smiled radiantly, as if she was about to dance. What a happy family. This picture seemed to never relate to the term “Mad Monk”.

Nol couldn’t look away, and he couldn’t help but think of his own parents. If he remembered correctly, there was a similar album in his parents’ house. If only he had taken it home…

“There are many branches in the Blanco family, and the distant relatives are as numerous as the stars in the sky,” Teest whispered, leaning on his shoulder.

Nol stroked the cheerful picture and listened silently.

“The ancestors of the Blanco family were one of the nobles in Gemino. It used to be a family of magic craftsmen with a long history.”

“Over two hundred years ago, the family produced a genius craftsman named Wilma Farren. Thanks to her, the numerous Farren family was ennobled by the emperor—look, that’s Wilma Farren Blanco.”

Teest’s eyes shifted to the beautiful woman holding an empty vase. On the aged canvas, she appeared to be in her fifties, with a slight downward gaze, smiling with elegance and confidence.

“A century ago, Wilma’s niece married into the Alva family, giving birth to the current Duke Alva.”

“My mother is a descendant of Wilma’s nephew, and my father was a jeweler who once served the Blanco family. In fact, the Flama family jewelry store was run by my mother, while my father was mainly responsible for crafting the jewelry.”

Nol waited for the astounding secret of this family, but Teest just shut his mouth.

“What happened next?” Nol couldn’t help but ask.

“I told you, I just wanted to reintroduce my family,” Teest said. “Your first meeting with them wasn’t exactly… um, formal?”

“Most of the members of the Blanco family are non-believers, with a few casual believers popping up now and then. They aren’t deeply connected to the Temple of Life. After the Flama family incident, I guess they wouldn’t easily destroy the photos.” He adjusted his head to a more comfortable angle as he spoke languidly.

So, Teest’s intention of guiding him to visit the Blanco family was truly just for a photograph.

Nol looked at the family frozen in time and couldn’t help but ask the burning question–

“How do you see them?” Nol got straight to the point.

Teest remained silent for a full three or four minutes.

“Their love for me is very peculiar.” After a long time, the Mad Monk once again avoided the question. “Their emotions are strong and unwavering, as if they inherently know ‘what to do’. Everyone in the house, except for me, seems to overflow with emotions every day.”

“You’re the same. Whether it’s towards me, your neighbors, or the natives… I’ve always been curious about what that feels like. How do you all determine when you ‘love’ something?”

“Is there an obvious hint? A ‘ding’ sound in the head?” Teest mumbled.

“…How do you view your family?” This time, Nol didn’t let him sidetrack.

Teest tilted his head slightly, gazing at Nol’s lips and chin.

“I don’t know. I never thought about it before.” He whispered, “I never thought they would leave me. I thought they would always be there, in my domain.”

“I thought that when I grew up, I could ensure they would always be around. In exchange, I was willing to become a knight in charge of executions, only killing those who broke the law… but I guess that’s not love.”

But Teest didn’t have the chance to grow up. His family left him, leaving only a complete gold wheel behind.

Nol hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched Teest’s hair.

“I don’t know what your home is like, but I think there’s no standard answer to this and no notification sound,” Nol said, placing his palm on the old photograph. “My family has a more reserved way of getting along. The emotional bonds in my family are more like ‘ailments’.”

“Ailments?”

“When you’re healthy, everything feels mundane. But when something goes wrong, the pain and the feeling of its presence become particularly pronounced.” Nol continued, “If any one of them is lost, the rest would be in great pain.”

When Teest spoke again, his voice was less passionate. “So that’s why you’re so fixated on ‘going home’.”

“Yes,” Nol replied earnestly. “Most people in Paradise probably feel the same.”

For a moment, Teest seemed a bit discontented and a bit aggrieved. He swallowed, as if holding back words that almost escaped.

“Dinner is ready.”

Old Dill from before knocked and entered after five seconds. “I’m here to take you to the dining room… What are you looking at?”

“Sorry, I was looking for a photograph of the Aquina family,” Nol replied smoothly. “My aunt mentioned that the Blanco family’s lounge has a family album.”

Old Dill glanced at the gold vase in the room, ensuring the gold on top was still there. “Please don’t misunderstand. I’m not blaming you. It’s just a guest album. If you see a relative who is no longer in this world, feel free to take it.”

With that, he turned to leave.

“Thank you for your generosity,” Nol said, looking at his retreating figure.

He didn’t touch the Aquina family photo but took the Flama family’s photo into his pocket. In order to hide this, Nol made a duplicate in the empty spot.

Finishing all this smoothly, Nol handed the photo to Teest. [Take it. If the quest fails, we won’t be able to come to Eternal Day City again.]

[You keep it for me,] Teest said.

Nol followed the old servant to the dining room. [I’ve already taken your gold wheel.]

[I like to keep treasures together, as I’ve said.] Teest seemed a bit frantic in his thoughts.

Nol: [……]

Nol: [What’s wrong with you?]

[Why?] Teest walked alongside Nol, occasionally brushing against Nol’s hand.

[…What do you mean ‘why’?]

[If you really think I’m beyond redemption, why do you ask me how I feel about my family?] Teest paused for a moment, then continued, [Do you want me to realize that I still possess something called ‘love’?]

Nol looked at Teest, somewhat puzzled, trying to figure out what had upset him. [Recently, you don’t seem like the kind who likes being alone. If you think about it, you might make some friends in the future… That’s what I think.]

Teest’s family had tried so hard to teach him to love, and he didn’t want their efforts to turn to ash with the flames.

…Selfishly, he also hoped that Teest could see a better world.

[Yes, you’ve always been fighting for a better ending for everyone.] Beside Nol, Teest’s thoughts were still slightly resentful. [For yourself, for your peers, for strangers, and of course, for the future me.]

[But why did you decide our ending from the start?]

Nol’s hand stiffened as Teest caught him.

[I don’t like this,] Teest said. [At times like this, you seem like a real god.]

“…Mr. Ross…”

[You said you would believe in me,] Nol couldn’t help but retort. [Isn’t this appropriate?]

“Mr. Ross.”

[The gods I’ve known are all cold-hearted bastards, but you’re not!] Teest glared at him.

Does that mean he’s saying he acted like a “real cold-hearted bastard” just now?

Having been toyed with by the unpredictable Mad Monk for days, Nol felt like he was about to explode with anger. And here he thought they were having a nice moment.

[If you can’t figure out your own feelings, don’t drag me down with you!] Nol gritted his teeth, his mind racing. [I have a lot of other things to deal with. I can’t participate in the guessing game of whether the “Mad Monk will fall in love” or not. By the way, you were the one who first said there won’t be “love”. Have you thought about how I feel?]

Teest looked at Nol in shock, as if Nol had just smashed ten vases in front of him.

[Anyway, I don’t like this ending,] After a while, Teest said with a hint of guilt.

Nol stared back sternly.

[But I don’t want to pretend with you,] Teest continued cautiously, his thoughts faint. [If I pretend to love you like a normal person, you’d see right through it… wouldn’t you?]

Nol glared at him even more intensely.

Teest muttered and quickly turned his head away.

“Mr. Ross!” Old Dill finally intervened, grabbing Nol’s shoulder. “If you’ve had enough of the fresh air, come and eat—the turnip soup is getting cold!”

Nol jumped and quickly sat down at the table.

The servants’ dinner was made from ordinary ingredients but of excellent quality.

The preserved meat was substantial, with the right amount of fat and saltiness, served with a half-cooked egg. The turnip soup had delicious beans, potatoes, and leftover preserved meat. The accompanying bread was freshly baked, emitting a quality buttery aroma.

Including Nol, there were eight people at the table. Everyone was silent, just focusing on their soup.

It wasn’t the best time to gather information, so as Nol ate distractedly, he pondered the questions he’d need to ask later. Teest, however, kept pacing behind him, not even asking for his share of the meat and egg, making it hard for Nol to concentrate.

Suddenly, Teest stopped.

He grabbed the back of Nol’s collar. The force was so strong that it pulled the chair back by five centimeters, making a particularly harsh scraping sound.

Caught off guard, Nol almost spilled his soup—Teest’s action seemed like he wanted to drag him away, but for some reason, he stopped.

[There are ten lizardmen and five ogres beneath the mansion, likely invading from the basement, including two flame snakes that can specifically detect temperature.]

Teest still clutched the back of Nol’s collar. [If it were humans, this would be the Eternal Church’s hunting configuration—anything with body heat can’t escape.]

Nol gripped his spoon tighter. [I don’t sense their presence, nor do I smell them.]

[You can’t rely only on those two senses alone,] Teest replied quickly. [I heard them advancing. We need to leave, and fast.]

With that, he glanced over the other seven servants, then fixed his gaze back on Nol.

Nol paused for a moment, then smiled.

Suddenly, he stood up, grabbing the tablecloth and yanking it forward. The unfinished food splattered on the ground, plates shattering everywhere.

“Thanks for the hospitality!” Nol spread his arms, recalling the Teest he remembered from the burning church, trying to give a sweet smile.

“Now I’m full, and the dinner was delicious. It’s wonderful that the master of this place isn’t here. This place is mine now, get out!”

Nol went to a corner, lifting a heavy marble vase with one hand. “Everyone out!”

Old Dill took a dining knife and charged at Nol. Internally apologizing, Nol threw him out of a window—the one facing the street, of course. He also didn’t forget to cast a protective spell on the old man.

Immediately after, he used the tip of his foot to hook the tablecloth, pretending to accidentally brush it against the fireplace. The flames from the fireplace quickly crawled up the cloth, setting the nearby dining cabinet on fire. Nol swung the heavy vase around, making it whoosh through the air, all the while shouting “Get lost!” at intervals.

Seeing the deranged intruder, three young servants screamed and jumped out of the window. The remaining older servants were thrown out, just like Old Dill.

With the room empty, Teest deactivated his earring and looked at Nol with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“Your ‘madness’ act was… rough,” he commented, making an unbearable look on his face.

“If you tried playing the role of a ‘loving partner’, you’d be just as rough,” Nol retorted with a grin.

“The creatures below have stopped, probably confused by what’s happening up here.” Teest quickly changed the topic. “We need to get out.”

“Alright,” Nol agreed, activating his earring.

They would leave the rest to the city guards. Even if they hadn’t gathered any information here, a meal and a photograph for the lives of seven people was a good trade.

“Thank you,” Nol suddenly said as they prepared to leave the beautiful building.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for letting me choose this time, Teest.”

Teest snorted. “There weren’t any anti-magic crystals this time, so it wasn’t as dire.”

“Oh.” Nol glanced at him sideways.

“We also took the photograph,” Teest added, avoiding Nol’s gaze. “Consider it a small compensation.”

Nol nodded with a straight face. “I see. I misunderstood. I thought you were trying to care about how I felt.”

“……” Teest remained silent.

“You’re welcome.” After a few seconds, he responded in an unprecedentedly serious tone.

……

Before the fire could spread outside the house, it was promptly extinguished by the quickly-arrived guards. The house was missing a few sets of inexpensive silverware. The guards concluded that this “Mr. Ross” was tempted by the sight of wealth, but fearing the spread of fire might endanger him, he hastily fled the scene.

Nol and Teest were accustomed to operating from the shadows, so shedding an identity was nothing new. In the end, the full-scale manhunt Nol anticipated never materialized.

Assured that the losses were minimal, the guards didn’t seem too concerned about the incident. They went about their business as usual. Even though it occurred in the capital and the victim was the prestigious Blanco family, the guards had no plans for further investigation. By the next morning, Nol understood why.

“The Kesh family on Emerald Street was attacked, right around the time the Blanco house caught fire.”

In the tavern, Nol overheard patrons whispering among themselves.

“Seems like all the well-known aristocrats have been targeted! The last time, the Grimm family was fine. They had a team of mercenaries at home, so no one was harmed.”

“I heard from my cousin, who’s a guard, that half of the Kesh children were eaten on the spot! All the magical tools and jewels in their house were cleared out!”

“It’s terrifying. Even with strict checks outside…”

“Exactly. They came without being detected and left without a trace!”

……

“Well, it’s okay to kill the rich…”

“What are you talking about? Are the servants of those houses also rich?”

“It must be the work of that Monster Manor. It’s only a matter of time before those monsters attack the palace—”

“The church said a new batch of Investigation Knights are on their way. The Fifth Brigade is coming!”

……

Pretending to drink, Nol’s frown deepened as he listened. He understood the conflict between monsters and humans. From the start, Nol never intended to believe the tales from the Temple of Life. He firmly believed there was a reason behind these so-called “monster disturbances”. However, committing acts like killing children was going too far.

What was the Lord of the Manor—if indeed it was his neighbor—thinking?

Suddenly, Kando, hidden in Nol’s robe, squirmed. Nol carefully lifted his robe to look at the candle tucked in the inner pocket.

“I have a suggestion,” it said, waving its dripping wax in a sneaky manner.

“So proactive?”

“Just doing my part occasionally, so you don’t see me as a heartless portal.” The candle chuckled. “I think you’ve realized it’s not the time to leisurely gather information. You need to speed things up.”

“Speed things up?” Nol raised an eyebrow.

“The Manor failed to attack the Blanco family so they might take action again,” the candle stated. “How about giving them a little surprise?”


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The young couple’s first quarrel! Their relationship is moving forward with its ups and downs~


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Full Server First Kill Ch93

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 93: Old Photo

At dusk, a bonfire blazed on the vast grassland.

The sky gradually darkened, and the wind on the grassland was overwhelming, like incoming tidal waves. Sparks burst out like molten lava as Teest threw a pinecone into the flames, causing the fire to flicker in response to his action.

Fischer was currently situated at the border between Desolation Island and New Gemino.

To the west lay the Endless Sea, and to the east stood the desolate and treacherous Brick Mountain Range. Due to this mountain range running north to south, New Gemino was protected from direct corruption impact.

The corruption blocked by the mountains had accumulated in this narrow border area, spawning countless deformed monsters. This place was as dangerous as the center of the “Black Forest” and was called “Brick Shadow”.

Knowing Fischer’s location, their only remaining task was to hurry on their way.

Nol cheated using Kando, spatially jumping towards their destination several times. However, there were too few places on this long journey he could recall, so they had to complete the rest of their journey on skeleton horses.

With days and nights reversed, they traveled and slept during the day and galloped on horses at night. In a few minutes, when the sunlight disappeared completely, he could wake Nol.

At this moment, Nol was leaning on his shoulder, appearing to be deeply asleep.

Lately, Teest had been diligent in his morning and evening prayers, and Nol graciously accepted. Their relationship seemed unchanged, but Teest felt something was off.

Teest shared his “faith”, and Nol gently responded. It felt like wanting to eat roasted meat but filling the stomach with oilless potatoes and greens. Satisfied, yet still hungry.

A feeling both novel and vexing.

Teest couldn’t think of a solution for a while and decided to nudge Nol awake. When those gentle blue eyes gazed at him, the hunger slightly eased.

“Mm…” Nol rubbed his eyes. “Is it dark?”

“Yes. Would you like some hot soup? I’ve made some creamy mushroom soup in a cup.”

“Thank you,” Nol said politely.

Teest also sipped his soup. “Do you see those mountains? Those are the Brick Mountains… Ah, I forgot. You’d know better than me.”

“The Brick Mountains were indeed in the design.” Nol nodded. “There are some mid-level dungeons there. It’s actually a scenic spot… The sea view there used to be beautiful.”

He reminisced about the golden sea and pink twilight he saw during the test, and his expression softened.

Teest sighed. “Now, all that’s left are gray clouds and water. Such a pity.”

“Have you been to Brick Shadow?”

“No, no, there are almost no humans there. I wouldn’t go.” Teest shook his head quickly. “I’m in search of the truth of the world, not a tragic end—I’ve only been to Eternal Day City at the foot of the Brick Mountains.”

Eternal Day City, the capital of New Gemino, was located at the foot of the Brick Mountains.

Nol hadn’t designed this city. It likely rose in the past two hundred years. It was close to the Demon King yet far enough from Old Gemino—perfect for a king wanting to establish a clear stance.

“In the past centuries, the Demon King was quiet. Now with the Demon King active and the appearance of The Manor, Eternal Day City must be under pressure,” Teest lamented.

Nol paused. “You seem very familiar with Gemino.”

“When I was little, my parents took us to Eternal Day City a few times to visit distant relatives. I have some memories of that.” Teest smiled. “The Flama family ancestors were from Gemino. Honey, you created our nation.”

He just finished his soup, with some residue on his upper lip. Nol instinctively used a handkerchief to wipe away the “white beard”. As the soft cloth touched Teest’s lips, Nol hesitated.

Teest leaned in, brushing his cheek against Nol’s. Nol then continued to wipe off the foam.

“It’s time to move on,” Nol said, summoning two skeleton horses.

“Ah, these days, I haven’t been able to properly do my evening…”

“I don’t mind,” Nol chuckled, folding the handkerchief. “You’re a general believer, and I’m a temporary god. Missing a few times doesn’t matter.”

That empty feeling returned.

Teest watched as the handkerchief disappeared into Nol’s pocket before mounting his horse.

……

Eternal Day City was far more magnificent than what Nol had imagined. Roughly four or five times the size of Whitebird City, it rested against the grayish-yellow Brick Mountain Range. According to Teest’s description, the streets here were mostly made of light yellow and milky white stones.

The buildings were also white, with surfaces seamlessly joined, as if poured as a whole. As expected from a new city, there were hardly any stains, damage, or cracks on the walls, and the city walls were much taller than most cities.

This was the capital of New Gemino, a city that never existed before. Currently, an army was standing guard outside Eternal Day City. There was a sparse line of people waiting to enter the city, moving slower than at a public restroom in a tourist area.

Once they got closer to the crowd, Teest hastily changed back to his black hair appearance and used his earring to decrease his presence. Even though there weren’t many people around, he firmly held onto Nol’s wrist.

“I know you’re there,” Nol whispered.

“It’s safer this way,” Teest insisted, not letting go.

Nol sighed internally, feeling an awkwardness like that after an office romance had ended. Looking at the slow-moving queue, he gave Teest a new suggestion.

“Just max out the ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ effect, Teest,” Nol said. “It might look like I’m entering the city alone, making it easier for you to move around—without my hand holding you back.”

Indeed, it was a great idea. Teest quickly activated his earring, then leaned forward from behind, hanging onto Nol’s shoulder like a thick and heavy cloak.

Nol: “……”

He flexed and relaxed his fingers, resisting the urge to touch Teest’s hair.

They queued from noon to evening, finally reaching the city gates. The guards looked at Nol with suspicion, as if they had already pegged him as an enemy.

“Proof of identity and reason for visit. Standard search.” The guard with a small mustache, after glancing at Nol’s face, frowned even more.

“I am Ross from Grape Collar, here to visit distant relatives.” Nol handed over a fake ID and calmly said, “It’s been many years since I visited. The defenses here have become much stricter, haven’t they?”

The guard snorted. “Do your distant relatives belong to a family?”

“The Blanco family.” Nol promptly borrowed Teest’s relative’s name.

Hearing this, the guard looked up and examined Nol more closely with a hint of relief in his eyes. “No wonder you look like this…”

With a wave of his hand and a softened tone, he ordered, “Search him.”

Two senior guards approached and began a thorough search—it felt more like pinching all over his body. The entire process took half an hour, and Nol’s discomfort grew.

Their focus was on potential vulnerabilities of humanoid monsters. If Nol was a shape-shifted creature like a siren, succubus, or fairy, the pain would have exposed him.

Was Eternal Day City always this cautious? Nol felt both relief and concern. He was lost in thought and didn’t notice Teest’s irritated gaze, who seemed ready to bite off the hands of the guards with just his glare.

“He’s human.” Finally, the guards returned to their position.

[It seems this city hasn’t encountered a Lich yet,] Teest commented sarcastically.

[Nor have they dealt with a Mad Monk with perfect invisibility.] Nol shrugged. [But you have to admit, they did their best.]

“Welcome to Eternal Day City, Mr. Ross.” The lead guard nodded coldly. “The Blanco family moved to Crystal Street last year. Please don’t get lost.”

“Thank you for the reminder.”

Nol massaged the pinched spots on his body as an old man behind him squealed when he was twisted.

The moment they crossed the city gate, a system notification eagerly popped up.

[Rare Area Quest: Monster Manor]

[Normal Completion: Help Eternal Day City deal with The Manor’s threat.]

[Perfect Completion: Help Eternal Day City deal with The Manor’s threat; Uncover the mystery behind The Lord of the Manor’s power.]

[Quest Rewards: Money [Normal]; Reputation in Eternal Day City [Normal]; Skill Enhancement Stone [Perfect]; Permanent Land Deed (Small) [Perfect].]

[Failure Penalty: Ban from entering Eternal Day City.]

Nol suddenly stopped, and Teest nearly bumped into his back.

…Why did a system quest involve his potential neighbor?

The system shouldn’t have a stance. If it was naturally on the side of humans, there wouldn’t be quests like “Save the succubus tribe”. And even if Players had to combat monsters, they should be predetermined monsters. But now, it clearly showed hostility toward “The Manor”. Nol wished he could access its code and logs.

There must be many secrets inside The Manor. This trip was truly worthwhile.

[Skill enhancement stone? Permanent land deed?] Teest’s voice brought Nol back to the present. [These don’t sound very valuable.]

[The skill enhancement stone is valuable, the land deed is average. I’ll explain it to you later.] Nol shook his head. [It’s not dark yet. Do you want to see your distant relatives?]

[Of course… Yes.]

Teest’s reply was unusually hesitant. He quickly glanced at Nol. [Remember not to mention any relation to the Flama family. Just say you’re from the Aquina branch.]

How suspicious.

Nol hummed in response and headed towards Crystal Street.

There were hardly any vendors selling vegetables or grains on both sides of the street. Occasionally, when one was spotted, the prices were shockingly high. Out of every ten pedestrians, barely one had a smile on their face, and three out of five shops had their doors firmly shut.

One could tell that the main street hadn’t been cleaned for a long time as Nol could smell rotting rats—a sight hard to imagine on the entrance street of Grape Collar.

Even in the upper town on Crystal Street, the situation wasn’t much better.

The Blanco family’s house was still quite grand, standing out immensely in the upper town. Its architectural style was a blend of Shiva and Gemino styles, full of vitality, but the vines and hedges on the fence had all died.

Upon seeing a “lone” young stranger, the old servant who came to the door looked stern.

“I am Ross from the Aquina family,” Nol quickly said. “I came to Eternal Day City for work and wanted to greet…”

“We have no jobs or money for you,” the old man said gruffly. “Only a dinner. Nothing more.”

[Old Dill’s temper is still so bad,] Teest thought. [Even in the wealthiest times of the Flama family, he couldn’t crack a smile.]

“Well, I apologize for the intrusion.” Nol bowed politely. “I actually just wanted to meet someone reliable to learn about the city… Of course, I’m willing to pay for any information.”

Old Dill gave him a skeptical look, from the not-so-fancy cloak to the mud-streaked shoes, and said, “Come in.”

Inside the house, the atmosphere was no different from the outside—gloomy and lifeless. All the vases were empty.

“A few months ago, the masters went to seek refuge,” Old Dill said with a hoarse voice. “Only a few servants remain to look after the mansion. We have the right to decide to let you stay. If you change your mind, you can still leave.”

It seemed he considered Nol as some poor relative coming to mooch.

“I just wanted some information,” Nol said, maintaining a polite smile.

“Then you can dine with us.” Old Dill paused briefly. “Dinner includes turnips, beans, pickled meat, and eggs. I’ll call you when it’s ready. Wait in the reception room for now.”

He pointed to a door and left without saying another word.

……

[Your idea isn’t bad. The information here should be more reliable than what’s out there.] Nol relaxed in an armchair in the reception room.

[It was your idea,] Teest grunted. [I just suggested we come and see.]

Things were getting awkward again. Recently, the reasons for the Mad Monk’s displeasure seemed more and more peculiar. After pondering for five minutes without any conclusion, Nol decided to observe his surroundings.

The reception room still retained its former spaciousness and splendor, but the vases remained empty.

Nol looked up. The room was adorned with numerous portraits of men, women, young, and old—likely notable members of the Blanco family.

His gaze rested on a portrait of a beautiful woman holding an empty vase, which seemed rather old with some peeling paint.

[Do the Blanco family have an obsession with empty vases?] Nol couldn’t help but ask.

Teest didn’t answer immediately. He was engrossed in browsing a bookshelf nearby. Soon, he came over excitedly with an old photo album.

Nol made space for him, placing the album on his lap. [What’s this?]

[The Flama family.] Teest pointed to a particular old photograph.

Nol was stunned.

Although the photo had faded slightly, the facial features were clear. At the time, Teest’s younger sister wasn’t born yet. Mr. and Mrs. Flama smiled radiantly at the camera, with a young boy and girl in front of them, also beaming with happiness.

The only one not smiling was an incredibly cute little boy held by Mrs. Flama. His gaze was directed outside the frame.

In the photo, the entire family had brown hair and golden eyes, showing some Wilder characteristics.

[That was me when I was young. Dad dyed my hair for me.] Teest pointed to the little boy who wasn’t smiling.

Nol gently ran his finger over the photo. It was strange. Beneath those radiant smiles, the tragic memories of severed heads faded in his mind.

Teest shifted his weight, leaning closer.

“I’d like to reintroduce my family,” he said softly.


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Teest: (A bit unsure about what to do, so he snuggles.)

Nol: (Even though he knows exactly what to do, he can’t resist snuggling too.)

The young couple snuggles!


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Full Server First Kill Ch92

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 92: Sense of Distance

Nol went to grab Kando hidden in his arms. With his attributes half restored, he had the confidence to temporarily split his staff.

If anything went wrong, he would designate a safe location and move everyone there.

To his surprise, he found his body stiffening like a board from tension.

Nol had dealt with the minions of the Demon King in the Black Forest before, only having brief encounters. This was his first direct exposure to the “corruption of the Demon King”. It felt more concentrated and colder than those Thousand-Hands Nightmares, like the dense fog of harsh winter.

The siren woke up from his nightmare and rushed under the bed in a panic. His strong, moist fish tail turned into two human legs, but sadly, they couldn’t support his weight. The moment the siren tried to stand up, he fell to the ground.

“Come here quickly!” he said urgently. “I can temporarily avoid it with my magic. Both of you, come closer to me!”

Nol paused in his search for Kando, signaling to Teest with a glance. The latter tightly held onto a small hunting knife, and the two approached in apparent “panic”.

The siren kicked over a bucket by the bed. The water inside spun and expanded in mid-air, turning into a large water bubble, completely isolating the three from the outside world. The siren placed both hands on the transparent bubble, with a pale blue magical power rippling across the water surface.

Nol asked, “What is this…?”

“Isolation.” The siren looked anxiously at the door, not daring to even breathe. “The corruption doesn’t have its own consciousness. As long as we don’t touch it directly, there won’t be a big problem.”

“It seems that way.” Teest looked at Nol and continued, “The houses in New Gemino are built tightly sealed. The stone walls are brushed over and over with mud and sticky algae, ready to be sealed at any moment. I’ve heard that every time the ‘White Night’ appears, everyone hides inside.”

Nol couldn’t help but inspect the dilapidated stone house they were in. The gaps in its walls were even larger than the gaps between an old smoker’s teeth. Without revealing their magical abilities, they wouldn’t be able to seal it.

Outside the window, the darkness approached rapidly, and it was now only a few miles away from them.

“…Isn’t Desolation Island far from here? Why is there a ‘White Night’? I remember a few years ago, only the coastal area of New Gemino was affected,” Teest deliberately remarked loudly.

The siren glanced at him and after a moment, murmured, “I heard the Demon King has become more active…”

“We haven’t heard about that on our side,” Teest replied with feigned seriousness.

The siren resumed his forward-facing position, striving to maintain the water bubble. “It happened a few months ago. I’m not sure about the specifics. I’m sorry.”

During their brief conversation, the corruption reached right in front of them. Darkness instantly engulfed the small stone house, extinguishing all light. Nol heard the hissing sound of the fire going out.

He pulled out a cheap magic stone from his pocket and tapped it twice. In the cosmic-like darkness, the stone illuminated an area of about a square meter.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the siren trembled, and the water bubble nearly burst.

Numerous hand-like entities pressed against the huge bubble, trying desperately to reach inside. Vague faces pressed against the transparent water membrane, struggling as if their heads were tightly wrapped in plastic bags, eager to break through.

Inside the round bubble, it seemed like hell, with dark spirits pressing hard against the light.

“It’s never been like this before!” The siren exclaimed in panic. “Do you have something from the Demon King’s minions? This is too strange—!”

“It’s possible. We’re not sure,” Teest replied “nervously”. “Kid, we deal in antiques. Who knows what we might have accidentally carried? And even if we find it, we can’t throw it out now!”

The siren’s face turned bright red, and he strained to keep the water bubble taut, repelling the hands and faces desperately pushing inward. Nol held his breath and focused intently, ready to support the siren at any moment. Meanwhile, he couldn’t help but stare at the distorted faces.

These faces, formed from darkness, had exceedingly vague features, resembling ruined death masks. They opened their mouths wide, as if silently crying out for something.

After about ten minutes, the darkness finally passed. The surrounding scenery appeared as if pulled out of muddy water, gradually clarifying but losing some vitality and color. The dark green moss in the stone cracks had dried out, turning a peculiar grayish yellow. Black spots dotted the leaves by the door, causing discomfort.

The siren’s water bubble turned a murky black gray, resembling the aftermath of dousing a charred corpse with clear water. The bubble burst with a pop, splashing onto the floor, and the siren himself collapsed.

The gray water flowed, staining the small patch of clean ground beneath their feet and dimming it considerably. Where the siren’s skin made contact with the water, it began to turn gray, sprouting dark scales.

“My god, are you okay?” Nol hurriedly helped the siren up, discreetly casting a healing spell.

“I… cough cough I’m fine, just a bit tired. I’ll be okay after some rest,” the siren weakly smiled.

“We plan to resupply in the town ahead,” Nol whispered as he guided the siren to the bed. “Considering your condition, we’ll pay for you to join a caravan to the vicinity of the Black Forest. As long as you can disguise yourself as a human throughout the journey, there shouldn’t be any issues.”

“The town ahead?” The siren raised an eyebrow.

“Balsam Town, an old place,” Teest chimed in casually. “It’s been a while since we visited. Quite nostalgic.”

“Oh, I see,” the siren replied hesitantly. “I’ve been avoiding people and haven’t been paying much attention… Thanks for your help! You saved me recently, and what I did earlier can’t repay that favor.”

The young siren’s behavior increasingly resembled that of a normal neighbor, Nol thought. This siren not only thought like a human but also exhibited some characteristics of Country C. Nol hinted at parting ways, but the siren showed no particular reaction.

Still, as Teest had said, they needed to be cautious in the face of coincidences.

In the following days, the siren remained exceptionally well-behaved. Even when served the same-tasting salted fish for every meal, he didn’t complain. In his free time, he would sit by the stone house entrance, gazing up at the four moons in the sky.

The siren introduced himself as Fischer, claiming to have previously lived in the Golden Sea in the north of the Inato Alliance. As a child, he was captured by fishermen and sold to a circus, only managing to escape recently. However, he remained tight-lipped about the details of his past.

Nol didn’t press further, presenting himself as a remarkably ordinary traveler—reading after meals, sleeping after reading, and occasionally taking walks with Teest in the nearby meadows. Fischer once cautiously inquired about the bone bed, but Nol simply said it was that way when they entered.

On the night Fischer woke up, Nol had replaced most of the bone bed frame with wood, making it look rather convincing.

……

Finally, Fischer could maintain human legs for twenty-four hours a day, and his terrifyingly large eyes could disguise as human eyes. With everything in place, the three “people” moved towards Balsam Town.

When they saw Balsam Town from a distance, Nol sensed something ominous.

There were too many crows around.

They circled above the town, and they were everywhere in the fields next to the town. They cawed hoarsely and flew away, flapping their wings as the three approached, dark like fragments of the White Night. Nol smelled an odor he shouldn’t be familiar with—the smell of decaying human flesh, a particularly peculiar sweet stench. It would stick to one’s nostrils, tongue, and clothes, lingering for days.

Teest murmured softly, “Oh no.”

Outside the town, there were intermittent, sharp wooden stakes, varying in size and crudely made, as if hastily constructed. Outside these stakes lay several particularly large corpses, impaled with pitchforks and axes. Flies and crows made them swollen and torn. Maggots writhed in the wounds, the corpses’ abdomens torn open by crows, spilling swollen entrails everywhere.

“Ogre corpses,” Nol muttered, his heart sinking in his chest.

Of course, they also saw human bodies. Sadly, they were shattered terribly, and one had to look closely to identify them. The only consolation for Nol was that there weren’t many corpses, meaning there must be survivors in Balsam Town.

“Ogres?” Fischer widened his eyes. “Let’s go! We can’t get any closer!”

“Indeed, it doesn’t look like there will be any caravans here—even if there are, they can’t leave. This town is defending itself.” Teest unusually agreed with Fischer.

“Ogres usually live in the forest, but there are only grasslands nearby.” Nol stopped. “Fischer, do you know something?”

Fischer averted his eyes, his voice a bit stiff. “I only know that ogres are terrifying. They eat any flesh… and they’re all tall and strong. We should detour.”

‘There’s probably more to it,’ Nol thought.

“But there might still be people alive in the town… They’re our kin.”

Nol put on a straight face and became “tangled”. A flicker of surprise crossed Teest’s eyes, quickly replaced by understanding.

“Yes, maybe we can help,” the Mad Monk feigned solemnity, almost comically. “And they seem to have been fighting for a while… Ogres are indeed fierce, but they’re not too bright. If things get tough, we can always run.”

“Exactly. Maybe we can find the hidden caravan in the town,” Nol said.

Fischer’s eyes grew wider—to human standards, his face was quite delicate. But whenever he widened his eyes, the distinctive look of marine life was unmistakably evident.

“No,” he whispered.

“We won’t force you. If you’re okay, we can split up,” Nol said, patting Fischer’s hair, which felt rough and dry like fish scales.

Fischer bit his lip, hesitated, and then let out a shaky breath. He bowed his head, his voice getting quieter. “…Sorry.”

“What?”

“I said I’m sorry,” Fischer said in a mosquito-like voice. “I lied to you. I didn’t escape from a circus…”

Nol raised an eyebrow.

Fischer took a deep breath and gave a resigned shake of his head. “I escaped from ‘The Manor’.”

“The Manor?” Nol asked.

“A monster organization from New Gemino with a particularly bad relationship with humans.” Fischer looked at the ground. “Its leader is a very smart ogre. Well, he shouldn’t be called an ogre. He probably evolved into something else by now. I was afraid if you knew I came from The Manor, you’d leave me behind. The Manor doesn’t tolerate traitors. If they find out about you, they’ll definitely go after you…”

“You think The Manor attacked Balsam Town,” Nol said softly.

Fischer’s head hung even lower. “Yes. Those ogre corpses had The Manor’s emblem on them, a circle like a bullseye…”

Nol recalled, indeed there was some conspicuous dark gold paint on the corpses.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Fischer said. “I didn’t mean to hide it from you, but I couldn’t stand by and watch…”

“Traitor, you dared to return,” a sinister voice emanated from the ground.

Pairs of scaly hands burst from the soil, grabbing the ankles of the three. A red line crawled up Fischer’s ankle, and his skin was instantly filled with inscriptions. His legs turned into a fish’s tail in an instant, pinning him firmly to the ground.

A look of despair flashed in Fischer’s eyes as he opened his mouth, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

The siren’s racial skill, [Frenzied Scream].

The crows from the town burst into cawing and took to the sky. The claws around Nol’s and Teest’s ankles loosened slightly. Teest grabbed Nol, and the two ran in the opposite direction of Balsam Town. Nol looked back to see Fischer still firmly held in place, looking at them with a weak and desperate smile.

While pretending to flee, Nol reached into his robe to cast a spell. He couldn’t risk the life of someone who might be his kin.

To his surprise, he couldn’t activate his magic.

Nol grabbed Teest. “They have a magic-sealing crystal.”

Damn it, did that “Lord of The Manor” manage to get his hands on such a thing? He’s even cautious enough to use it here!

“That’s why I prioritize your safety even more,” Teest said calmly. “There are at least three adult lizardmen underground and the scent of other creatures in the distance. If they dare to use a magic-sealing crystal, they must have the power to protect it. I don’t want to fight an unprepared battle. Who knows if they have other magical artifacts.”

“But what about Fischer?”

“He might be your kin, I understand.” Teest continued in his calm voice, “You might be willing to die for your compatriots, but I don’t want to.”

Nol knew Teest’s approach was the correct and rational one. Just like when the Immortal Church burned, Young Teest chose to leave Little Piel behind rather than offer last-minute comfort.

In times like these, the Mad Monk remained the Mad Monk. Even when facing a so-called “god”, he wouldn’t sacrifice his life, loyalty, or love. Now, Nol seriously doubted if Teest ever had the latter two.

Nol almost got deceived over time. Suppressing a bitter smile, he didn’t insist on going back for Fischer and instead gripped Teest’s wrist.

“They will take him back to The Manor,” Nol stated. “We were going there to investigate anyway. This might be a good opportunity.”

“Fischer might have…”

“I know,” Nol interrupted. “Fischer might have been putting on a show with them, waiting for us to walk into their trap. I won’t contact him foolishly. We’ll just ensure his safety when we sneak into The Manor.”

“They didn’t kill Fischer immediately, so they still see his value. The mental magic of the sirens is on par with the succubi. His value alive is much higher.”

Even if it’s a disciple or a knight, to achieve his goal, he had to negotiate with the Mad Monk using the Mad Monk’s logic.

“Now that you’ve thought it through, let’s stick to this plan,” Teest replied with a smile.

“Very well,” Nol responded seriously.

After a few moments, Teest inquired, “…You’re not happy?”

“I just realized something.”

“What?”

“Since you insist on worshiping me, I will play the part of this temporary ‘god’ well,” Nol stated. “It’s better for both of us.”

The faceless idol of the Drifting Mercenary Group, the Mad Monk’s cherished gold wheel; in essence, they serve the same purpose. Those who possessed them played the role of a benevolent deity, offering solace, comfort, and warmth.

Maybe this was the most appropriate distance.

After hearing Nol’s answer, Teest remained silent for a long time. Nol originally thought Teest would jest or treat it as casual conversation.

But Teest just silently gripped Nol’s hand and didn’t utter a word.

They ran towards the corrupted gray plains, as if heading towards the rotten edge of the world. Soon after, both their breaths and figures vanished, melting into the leaden sky.

No one noticed their return.

……

Bissus was located between the Shidina Federation and the Fini Empire.

It was an exceptionally large island nation, shaped like a spindle-shaped fish. The climate here was warm, with all four seasons resembling spring. It was said that at the dawn of the world, the Goddess of Life Tilia planted the first tree in Bissus, introducing the first freshwater river to the Tahe continent, marking the beginning of life.

To this day, this place remained a sacred land for the Temple of Life.

“You’re leaving so soon?!”

In the sacred land, a young bishop chased after Knight Eugene, his head dripping with sweat. “The Pope’s reward ceremony isn’t over yet, and in two days the ‘Festival of New Green’ will have its first exhibition…”

“Such events are the same with or without me.” Eugene smiled. “I am the sword and shield of the Goddess. A sword and shield should be where they belong, not drowning in a crowd of revelers.”

“But this is your merit…”

Eugene shook his head. “You can reward Old Bishop Gaines of Grape Collar. In my eyes, that bishop deserves more credit.”

The young bishop seemed slightly deflated, as if holding back a sigh. “Then you…”

“I need to quickly head over to New Gemino.” Eugene said, “By the grace of the Goddess, if my guess is right, things will be quite ‘lively’ over there.”

The Master of Paradise would surely send someone to investigate. “How Paradise deals with The Manor” would serve as an important reference for “how humans deal with Paradise”.

He hoped they’d send someone interesting. The power of “The Manor” was in no way inferior to “Paradise”.

As he was lost in thought, the Master of Paradise was personally tailing those lizardmen.

To say tailing might not be entirely accurate. To avoid the anti-magic crystal’s effect, Nol used an old trick. He let undead rats discreetly follow—the rat would leave markers and Nol would track it.

But when they reached a certain location, the undead rats gathered confusedly. The trail of the lizardmen had vanished.

These creatures seemed to evaporate, leaving no trace. There was no sign of any magic at the scene, only some residual warmth on the grass.

“A remarkable technique.”

Teest pulled up a withered blade of grass, smelled it, then licked it. “No illusion concealment, no teleportation magic. This place is too clean. I can’t determine their method.”

“Honey, what’s your plan now? Plan for the long-term or…?”

“One of the undead rats spat a bone on Fischer.”

Nol’s expression was grim. “I can faintly sense his location.”

Besides magic, Nol considered the possibility of “flying creatures/magic flying tools supporting several people”.

But the scent was too far from them. Even dragons couldn’t fly that fast—they arrived about five minutes late, and Fischer was already tens of thousands of miles away.

What exactly is “The Manor”?


The author has something to say:

The two are having a spat (?), haha.

They just can’t have the smooth sailing that their predecessors next door had… The importance of mental health… (just kidding)


Kinky Thoughts:

I wouldn’t call all of Nian Zhong’s previous CPs having smooth sailing… (especially Tang Yibu and Ruan Xian) haha.


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Full Server First Kill Ch91

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 91: White Night

[You’re very kind-hearted,] Teest said.

When he said this, they were resting in an abandoned stone house.

Almost all the usable furniture inside the house had been moved out. Nol summoned some bones and temporarily constructed a bone bed. Reluctantly, Teest pulled some straw and fabric from his waist pouch. Nol soaked them thoroughly with clear water. After a bit of hustle, the siren was placed on a relatively clean bed by the two of them.

After some treatment, the siren’s fever subsided. He was still in a daze, but he looked much better.

It was still pouring rain outside. Teest lit the fireplace. He simply boiled some herbal soup to ward off the cold, muttering his dissatisfaction, [I don’t know how you see it, but in the Tahe that I know of, the synonym for ‘coincidence’ is ‘trouble’.]

[This isn’t kindness,] Nol responded mentally. [You know, with Kando here, I could have sent him straight back to the Lost Tower.]

[But you didn’t, which is great. You don’t trust him either.]

Teest tasted the amber-colored soup, grimaced for a few seconds, and added some honey and pepper to the soup. [Don’t tell me we’re taking him with us.]

[We’ll see when he wakes up.] Nol sighed.

On the scarcely populated prairie, in terrible weather, with neighbors yearning for Paradise, what were the chances they’d meet by coincidence? In this world with “gods”, Nol became highly alert.

The reason he was willing to save this siren was twofold—

First, on the off chance that this was truly an unfortunate neighbor, he couldn’t just watch him die here; second… if this was a trap set by the enemy, he needed to see what they were up to*.

*What kind of medicine is inside the gourd. Metaphor expressing doubt or suspicion about someone’s real intentions or plans.

[How compassionate,] Teest snorted but said nothing more.

Inside the dim room, under the warm light, Teest’s exposed neck and collarbone glistened wetly. Nol couldn’t help but stare at him for a while… Regarding the treatment of this siren, the Mad Monk compromised once again.

Nol slowly removed his cloak and applied a few drying spells. He moved behind the squatting Teest and draped the cloak over him. Teest’s initially damp white hair became dry and fluffy upon contact with the cloak.

Squatting there, Teest looked up at Nol, raising an eyebrow slightly.

[The ‘Temporary God’ of the Drifting Mercenary Group gives blessings. I shouldn’t be worse than them,] Nol said, looking down. [Thank you for understanding, Teest.]

“Water…” At that moment, the siren on the bed let out a dry moan.

Nol prepared a cup of saltwater, filled it in a leaf cup, and brought it to the siren’s lips. The siren greedily drank it all up and took a long breath. He opened his eyes, taking in the two of them with pupils that were dilated.

“Thank you for saving me. Who are you two?” the siren politely asked, his voice weak but still alluring.

“By the Goddess, you speak the common language?” Nol feigned surprise. “We’re both from Old Gemino, traveling together. You can call me Ross.”

The siren was silent for half a minute and then gave a weak smile. “Yes, I learned the common language when I was sold from circus to circus.”

Nol frowned. “Those people are simply inhuman! Kid, do you have a place to go? Where were you headed?”

“I escaped from New Gemino,” the siren whispered, his voice filled with suppressed fear. “I… I want to go to the Black Forest…”

“Black Forest?” Teest, all wrapped up in his cloak, tilted his head and interjected. “For non-humans, Shiva is more suitable, right? There’s a large saltwater lake in Shiva, and both mermaids and sirens have their tribes there. The Black Forest only has danger and death.”

The siren averted his eyes, staring at the moldy, rotting ceiling of the stone house. “I have friends in the Black Forest. I must go.” After saying that, he remained silent, his expression a bit tense.

Nol and Teest exchanged a secretive glance.

“We’re heading west and can’t accompany you. But we can give you some salt, smoked fish, and herbs,” Nol said. “Can you manage on your own?”

“Yes, of course!” The siren perked up. “I… I was just too hungry, and there were no fish nearby. Thank you. Thank you both, kind souls!”

“Then that’s settled,” Teest said hurriedly, as if afraid Nol would change his mind.

The room grew quiet. Teest poured two bowls of herbal soup and handed one to Nol.

Holding the bowl, the aromatic scent of the herbs wafted around. The warmth of the wooden bowl seemed almost magical, enough to dispel the dampness and chill surrounding them.

Nol stared at the flickering fireplace, where two branches with smoked fish added to them sat, prepared crudely, most likely for the siren.

“…You two are from Old Gemino. Are you heading to New Gemino?” As Nol finished his second bowl of herbal soup, the siren asked softly.

“Yes,” Teest, poking at the fire, replied tersely.

Old and New Gemino were the results of the split of the great nation of Gemino. Now, they were two evenly matched nations, but the bloodline of their people remained connected. From time to time, people crossed the border to visit dear friends or family on the other side.

Currently, with tensions high in New Gemino, only people from Old Gemino would still make the journey regardless of the circumstances.

“You saved me, so I have to be honest.” The siren turned hesitantly and said, “Stay away from the coast of New Gemino, especially near the Desolation Islands. It’s very dangerous for humans there right now… Other places should be fine, I guess.”

Teest responded impatiently, “Everyone knows it’s dangerous near Desolation Island. This isn’t news.”

Hearing this, the siren moved slightly, struggling to sit up.

“No!” he said emotionally. “It’s not just the Demon King’s corruption. There… The monsters are hunting humans. Young people like you are in great danger—cough, cough!”

“Okay, calm down. We’ll be careful,” Nol reassured, playing the red face*.

*One sings with a red face, the other with a white face (一个唱红脸一个唱白脸). Idiom referring to one person acting as the “bad guy” while the other acts as the “good guy” or the mediator (aka good cop, bad cop).

The siren lay down again, showing signs of fever. After just a couple of bites of the grilled fish, he fell into a deep sleep.

Nol sat down beside Teest with a blanket. Both of them watched the flames in the stove, the firewood crackling, reminding them of the night in the hunter’s cabin.

[What do you think?] Nol asked in his mind.

[I shouldn’t have given him the fish.] Teest was upset. [He bit into it. Now we can’t eat it. What a waste.]

[…I mean, what do you think about the current situation?] Nol laughed.

[Same as always. “Coincidence” means “trouble”,] Teest said. [If he thinks it’s fine to leave, let him. Relying on a stranger for the truth is one of the dumbest things.]

[I get it.] Nol pursed his lips. [I’m just worried that even if he doesn’t recognize us, he might be heading for Paradise.]

[Once he’s gone, I’ll inform Lynn and the others to keep an eye out.]

[Impressive. You’re becoming sneakier by the day.] There was a peculiar satisfaction in Teest’ face.

[No choice. I’m the leader of Paradise.] Nol gave a wry smile. [If I make a mistake, more than just me will suffer. I can’t trust this siren, just as I can’t trust the Temple of Life.]

Regarding the rumored “monster stronghold”, he had to see it for himself.

Teest looked intently at Nol, slowly leaning his head on Nol’s shoulder.

[Do you trust me?] Teest’s thought was gentle as cotton.

Nol didn’t respond immediately. His shoulder tensed for a few seconds, then relaxed. Finally, his cheek rested on Teest’s hair. [For you, is “honesty” part of “faith”?]

[Who would lie to God?]

[Then, I trust you.] Nol closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the fire and his body.

Teest shifted in surprise. [Just like that?]

[If you ever betray me, it would actually be easier to let you go.] Nol, still with his eyes closed, whispered, [You wouldn’t make it easy for me to give up, Teest.]

[You’re right.] Teest nudged Nol’s neck.

Nol peeked, looking closely at the silvery hair.

…He didn’t want to be right.

If Teest never betrays him in the future, would he hold on tighter and tighter, finding it impossible to let go?

Unfortunately, this question was beyond the scope of games and systems, and Nol couldn’t find an answer.

He closed his eyes again, listening to the storm outside the window.

……

On the way to Bissus, the weather was fine, and the sky was clear without a cloud in sight. The autumn sky seemed particularly vast and distant.

They successfully obtained the “Festival of New Green”. As involved parties, the bishop and Eugene both had to go to Bissus—the headquarters of the Temple of Life—to report upwards and present this rare treasure to the Pope.

“Monsters are just monsters. Having many just makes them a mob. Dealing with Paradise was easier than I thought.” On the carriage, the old bishop chuckled and said, “Their leader is a bit rough around the edges but quite simpleminded, probably the kind who hates evil fervently. Given time, perhaps he can be of use to me.”

“Simpleminded?” Eugene mulled over the description.

The old bishop leisurely sipped his hot pear tea. “Their Manager met with us directly, and he and his knights even took on human forms. The magical tools they hold are just above average, all exaggerated in appearance.”

“As soon as they had some information on the Temple, they immediately threatened us and gave it up… Speaking of the disturbances caused by monsters at the New Gemino border, his response was also quite straightforward.”

By this point, the old man narrowed his eyes, whether savoring the hot tea or contemplating the simplicity of the Paradise Manager.

Idiot.

Eugene hid a sneer.

The old man had been too comfortable in Grape Collar for too long, pampered daily, with his sense of crisis completely eroded.

“Do you think Paradise doesn’t recognize valuables and would trade gold for milk, like some primitive tribe?” he asked brightly, as if genuinely concerned about the other’s opinion.

“Of course, it might also be because Paradise’s base is adjacent to Grape Collar. Perhaps they fear the might of the Goddess and don’t dare to act recklessly.” The old bishop missed the underlying coldness. “I’ve seen many such organizations. A little favor can earn a lot in return.”

“Thank you for the insight. I’ve spent years battling outside and am not familiar with such matters.” Eugene lamented, “I’m used to treating monsters as enemies… I once thought Paradise was hiding its incompetence to safely expand near Grape Collar.”

“It seems that when it comes to diplomacy, I see monsters as too cunning. I need to learn from your confidence.”

The old bishop’s expression stiffened for a moment. “You flatter me, Lord Eugene.”

“You’re seventy-nine this year, having served the Goddess for sixty years straight.” Eugene poured himself a cup of tea and said gently, “Now that we’ve retrieved the ‘Festival of New Green’, the Pope will surely reward us both… Have you thought about how you’ll enjoy this wealth?”

“’The brilliance of jewels can only blind people’s eyes.’ I wish to continue following the Goddess.” The old bishop’s smile was somewhat bitter.

“The path to the Goddess requires gold… Properly managing wealth is also a virtue.” Eugene took a sip, looking increasingly cheerful. “I recently returned from Whitebird City, where the bishop’s position is vacant. It’s also a bustling trade hub with beautiful scenery. I think you’ll like it. The new lord there is young and unlikely to cause any trouble. With your wealth and experience, you can surely spread the glory of the Goddess throughout Whitebird City.”

The old bishop’s smile faltered before plastering back onto his face.

“I appreciate your consideration,” he said with difficulty. “Once I receive the reward, I’ll request a transfer.”

“Your devotion is touching.” Eugene’s smile was as warm as a spring breeze in March. “The Great Goddess Tilia will bless you until the very end.”

“Praise the Goddess. We should dedicate our complete loyalty.” The old bishop put down his tea, laughing more bitterly than if he were crying.

For sixty years, he climbed from a small church in a border town to the capital, earning his place. But what of it? Facing a Chosen One, fortunes could change in an instant—even if this Chosen One was only in his twenties.

Eugene Malloy.

Even among the many Chosen Ones in the Temple of Life, Knight Eugene stood out. Every clergy member at the core knew of his prophetic heroism. What was more, he was a devout believer through and through. Everyone said that once this Pope’s term ends, Knight Eugene was almost certain to be the next.

Who would be foolish enough to offend a potential future Pope?

The old bishop closed his eyes, seemingly aging five years in an instant.

……

The storm subsided, and Nol stirred his head, finding himself and Teest tightly entwined—both of them were covered with a single blanket, their heads stacked together, fitting like two Lego pieces.

The surroundings were too warm, and Nol, deep in thought, eventually fell asleep. But it didn’t matter. If that siren had any ill intentions, the Mad Monk would definitely sense the murderous intent first… right?

Looking at Teest, who was softly snoring, Nol became uncertain again. He tentatively gathered a bit of aggressive magic and gently waved it in front of Teest’s nose.

Almost instantly, Teest tensed up, his sharp golden eyes scanning over and almost piercing Nol.

“It’s not time for morning prayers yet…”

Realizing it was Nol causing mischief, Teest clicked his tongue in displeasure. He held Nol with one hand, seemingly ready to sleep again.

“I need to check on that siren,” Nol said.

“I’d rather turn him into pickled fish.” Teest stretched lazily.

He turned his head and placed a light kiss on Nol’s forehead, not caring if the siren was watching.

“Morning prayers in advance,” Teest muttered.

The kiss was warm and dry, just like this clear morning. Nol’s gaze followed Teest’s forehead, and on an impulse, he also leaned in for a kiss.

Teest froze in surprise, and his eyebrows almost shot up.

“A reciprocal response,” Nol said.

“You are truly cruel.” Teest rubbed his forehead, murmuring sadly, “What if I get used to it? If you’re not around in the future, I’ll never have a response.”

Nol opened his mouth, searching for words. “Maybe…”

“Mm, what?”

“Maybe I can think of another solution.” Nol’s words came out before he could think.

Teest smiled.

It was that satisfied, radiant smile, slightly blinding. It forced Nol to pull his cloak over most of his face.

“Um… um…” Behind them, the siren mumbled in his sleep. “The black… black tide… is coming…”

Sweat covered his face, and the damp sheet clung to him. “The smell of the tide. The smell of the tide! Save me mom and dad…”

Nol quickly stood up, shaking the siren, who seemed to be haunted by a nightmare. “Hey, hey! Wake up. It’s okay. It’s safe here.”

The siren’s eyes opened wide.

His pupils, already large, were now utterly dark, as if two deep black pearls were embedded in his eyes. He grabbed the front of Nol’s robe, his voice raspy and strange. “Not safe!”

The siren screamed. “Not safe. It’s not safe here! The black tide is coming. The Demon King’s corruption is coming!”

“Landus, help!” Unable to break free, Nol called for Teest.

But Teest didn’t immediately come to his aid.

“That’s unfortunate.” Teest sighed.

Nol turned around to see Teest standing at the entrance of the stone house, looking serious.

“The Demon King’s corruption is truly coming. As expected of New Gemino. It’s so exciting,” Teest said. “The sirens at sea call it the ‘Black Tide’, but the humans here prefer ‘White Night’.”

Nol didn’t have the luxury of worrying about the siren’s emotional nuances. He pulled himself free and ran to the door—

The just-risen sun vanished, and darkness slid across the horizon like a displaced night. The scenery of the plains seemed torn apart and swallowed by this darkness, disappearing quickly in front of him.

Nol felt an all-too-familiar and ominous cold sensation.

…It was the aura of the Demon King.


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Full Server First Kill Ch90

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 90: Unforeseen Circumstances

Nol suddenly forgot all about breakfast.

“What did you mean by I brought you here?” He got straight to the point. “What did you see that night?”

“Hehe.”

Granny Meng kept her face turned ninety degrees, looking straight at Nol and laughing. The corner of her mouth stretched so much that the wrinkles on her face seemed to dance. “Hehe, hehe! You came to capture me, you killed me, you killed everyone, you never put up curtains, you spied on me from the window. I know everything. I saw you.”

Nol felt uncomfortable hearing this nonsense.

In the early hours, when Granny Meng shouted in the street, he did glance at her from the window a couple of times. Any normal person would be annoyed if they worked late into the night and were then awakened at 5 in the morning by shouting. Nol merely glanced at her in frustration, never doing anything out of line.

Her way of scolding was always confusing, and Nol was getting tired of it.

He thought for a moment and mimicked Officer Luo’s serious face. “Comrade, when you speak, you need evidence. Our security doors are uniformly installed and very sturdy. How could I enter your home?”

Granny Meng said nothing. Her gaze moved between Nol and Teest. Finally, she revealed her yellowish teeth. “There were no doors back then. Nobody had any,” she said. “I saw you long ago. The police never believed what I said. Nobody ever does.”

With that, she fluttered back to the dining table, munching on leftover eggshells, not sparing Nol another glance.

Nol sighed. “That’s enough for today.”

“You don’t seem scared at all,” Teest remarked curiously.

“With someone as imposing as you around, I’ve become used to dealing with mentally unstable people,” Nol replied sarcastically. “From what she says, everyone here has something to do with me. You know my situation. It’s not hard to guess. I was mentally prepared.”

“Oh…” Teest dragged out his response. “Your mental fortitude is truly growing.”

Nol glanced at him. “No, it’s not about mental strength. I just know myself. Even if I did go mad, I would take it out in the management office, not on innocent neighbors.”

“Taking a thousand steps back, even if I did go crazy enough to bother a neighbor, I wouldn’t have such a shocking impact.”

“Hmm, maybe you underestimate yourself,” Teest said. “But I agree with you. Even if you went mad, you would still be a protector.”

“Do you sweet-talk all your targets like this?” Nol asked, placing two plates of freshly fried meat pies in front of Teest.

“You misunderstand me. How could I sincerely praise those filthy things?” Teest sat next to Nol, pitifully poking at the meat pies. “Usually, I just smile at them and whisper some sweet words. Just like I would slice them up, not caress them… Mmph!”

Nol quickly glanced around and shoved a meat pie into Teest’s mouth. “I’m truly honored then.”

“And I never had any beliefs before. You are the first,” Teest mumbled while swallowing the meat pie. “The Drifting Mercenary Group is truly dishonest. Don’t be fooled by how Painter looks…”

Nol slowly moved away the meat pie he was about to use to silence him, his tone rising in anticipation. “Oh?”

Breakfast was the perfect time for gossip… No, exchanging information.

“You saw the faceless god pendant on Painter’s chest, right?” Teest lowered his voice, whispering, “That necklace; their mercenary group uses a lottery to decide who wears it. The one who gets it wears it for a month. During that month, others treat the person wearing the necklace as ‘God’.”

“Wow…” Nol paused eating his meat pie. To some extent, this former pope was even more blasphemous than Teest.

Teest: “They pray, confide, and offer money to the person wearing the necklace. The one playing the role of ‘God’ listens, comforts, and prepares gifts for the others.”

“To be precise, the entire mercenary group are non-believers. The Temple of Life was furious about this, and because of this, the current Pope specifically chose fanatical believers.”

‘Painter seemed like an interesting fellow,’ Nol thought. If only Knight Eugene was half as enlightened.

“At least the Drifting Mercenary Group’s prayers are sincere,” Nol concluded with a smile.

“Ah, who told you to only have one believer like me?” Teest laughed in response. “Belief is a very personal thing.”

……

When the delegation from the Temple of Life arrived, Nol had already prepared himself in a new outfit.

Having previously been recognized for his size, he now wore a broad, pitch-black cloak that concealed much of his figure. He purposefully wore platform boots, boosting his height to nearly two meters. Dark magic circles were embroidered beneath the cloak, ensuring that Nol’s face and hands remained shadowed.

Kando was hidden deep within Nol’s cloak, and in his hand, Nol held a sinister-looking long magic staff—a trophy they had won from a certain dungeon in the Black Forest. It featured an exaggerated dark staff head, assembled from bone, obsidian, and dark metal, resembling a deformed human face housing a magic stone. Tattered black ribbons were bound to the staff’s handle.

With a variety of other magical accessories, his appearance was much improved from his time in Whitebird City, making him look like a formidable boss.

Teest wore a set of intimidating black armor. He concealed himself entirely in it, with not a strand of hair visible, standing to the left of Nol’s armchair.

The neighbors were all out in full force, casting illusions within the tower. Beautiful floors were replaced by moss-covered brick walls, and the tower’s sky was obscured by an unfathomable darkness. The dim candlelight transformed the opulent first floor into a somber splendor, reminiscent of a haunted mansion often seen in horror films.

In the vast reception room, only Nol and Teest were present. In a corner, a few doll eyes flipped, their pupils fixed intently on everything inside the room. A tiny magic earpiece was tucked into Nol’s right ear. Made of cork inscribed with magical runes, it connected directly to Lynn’s room—almost all the neighbors had crowded into her workshop, ready to provide real-time updates.

This time, the Temple of Life was very courteous. They sent a high-ranking priest from Grape Collar. In addition to the accompanying Knight Eugene, they brought along eight temple knights, two assistants, and four servants to deliver gifts.

“God will remember your kindness,” the old priest, sitting at the other end of the long table, remarked with a chuckle. “This is truly a wondrous place. If someone hadn’t guided us, even the High Priest might not have found it.”

“Why worry about interpersonal relationships after turning into a monster?” The centaur was the first to speak, murmuring through Nol’s earpiece.

“What did they bring? …Did anyone see?”

“It seems like some food and medicine—everyday items, much like what Xiao Xu prepared last time.”

“Shh! Let’s hear what the old man has to say.”

Nol took a quiet breath, trying hard to sound profoundly ominous. “Enough with the pleasantries. I prefer humans who get straight to the point.”

Eugene’s eyebrows twitched, and his fingers moved slightly, as if ready to grasp the hilt of his sword. The old priest exclaimed with a hint of surprise, “I apologize. An old man’s mind tends to wander… Master of Paradise, do you have a preferred name or title?”

“I have no name,” Nol responded in a low voice. “As I said, get to the point.”

The old priest paused for a few seconds. Nol could feel the man’s evaluating gaze. “Alright, alright. Our god is a Goddess, so addressing you as ‘Master’ might seem out of place. May we address you as ‘Manager’ instead?”

“Esteemed Manager, our people have received your ‘announcement’, and we are hereby returning the two chosen beings to you.”

“Bah, they surely have more than two in their hands,” crowed the Raven Father through the earpiece angrily. “Last time they came to catch me, I overheard them—they have four just near Grape Collar!”

“I don’t like being tested.” Nol cleared his throat and said icily, “Not long ago, you had at least four unusual creatures. What happened to the other two?”

“They’re not in good condition, making transport difficult,” the old priest replied calmly. “Our people are doing their best to heal them. Once they recover, we’ll send them back to you immediately.”

Lynn sneered in Nol’s earpiece.

“Is that so? Then I know what to reward you with,” Nol replied without a change in tone. “Go south from Grape Collar for 350 miles. There’s a hill covered with sunflowers. Behind a waterfall, one hundred steps to the left of the hill, lies the ‘Festival of New Green’.”

The old priest’s face stiffened, barely concealing his excitement.

The Festival of New Green, a reward specifically chosen by Nol, was an intricately carved, leaf-shaped emerald created by the elves and lost after being stolen many years ago. It was recorded in the history of Tahe. The elves of those times had long vanished, making the gem ownerless now.

Being a rare magic core, it offered unparalleled healing powers and had a beneficial effect on plants, making it ideal for healers.

For the Temple of Life, which championed the banner of “Life” and used green as its symbol, this was the perfect bait.

This thing wouldn’t directly enhance their combat abilities. With a Saint present, the Players would surely let the strongest “Flawless” Anakin find an excuse to use it. Perfect.

“Use it to heal my people.” Seeing the old priest had calmed down, Nol continued in a hoarse voice, “As long as you return them safely, Paradise will always be generous in its reward.”

“You are truly generous.” The old priest sighed.

However, Eugene’s expression showed no sign of softening. The corners of his mouth turned up, but there was no mirth in his moss-green eyes.

Nol tapped the table with his armored fingertips. “If there’s nothing else—”

“Don’t be so hasty, Esteemed Manager,” Eugene finally said. “We recently received some unsettling news that we’d like to confirm with you.”

“Go on.”

“At the border of New Gemino, near Desolation Island, an extremely dangerous creature has emerged. It grows stronger by the day and has established its own stronghold. The local inhabitants are suffering greatly,” Knight Eugene said gently, his eyes fixed on the darkness beneath Nol’s cloak. “This creature understands all languages and possesses tools that people cannot comprehend. It’s bloodthirsty and entangled with the Eternal Church… Is it also one of your ‘people’?”

Beneath the gauntlet, Nol’s fingers tightened.

His worst fears were being realized.

“People” didn’t necessarily mean “absolute good”. Indeed, most in Paradise were ordinary people with regular moral compasses, but among the thousands there, some might be malefactors.

Regular Players, despite their “immortality” confidence, held a fundamental moral check on each other. His neighbors, however, were scattered across worlds, with most believing they had “transmigrated” alone…

It wasn’t without reason* that the Temple of Life acted so swiftly.

*Never go to the temple (Three Treasure Hall) for nothing (无事不登三宝殿) Idiom referring to there’s a reason why someone unexpectedly visits or brings up a topic, hinting that there might be an underlying purpose request.

“I understand,” Nol replied indifferently. “Whether it is or isn’t, if it’s causing trouble, Paradise will handle it promptly.”

“For our benevolent Goddess, we too will send people to suppress it,” Eugene said. “We hope you’ll understand and avoid any confrontations.”

“I assure you,” Nol replied. 

“The creature’s information and our gifts are together.”

Eugene bowed slightly, his gaze swiftly passing over the silent Teest. “Allow us to express our gratitude once more and apologize for disturbing Paradise’s peace.”

With a clap of his hands, the members of the Temple of Life left promptly.

“That old man seemed more like decoration. Our Mr. Eugene isn’t so simple,” Teest remarked as he removed his helmet, revealing slightly damp long hair. “Having a priest from a major city like Grape Collar accompany him suggests he’s a Chosen One.”

The previously icy Nol collapsed into a chair, looking as deflated as a melted ice cream scoop. “Is it just me or are there Chosen Ones everywhere?”

Teest undid Nol’s ornate cloak. “Not that many. They’re just more common in big cities.”

“I have to be fair, there are many capable individuals who aren’t chosen by the gods. Those who are chosen by two gods, apart from being powerful, tend to have something a little off with their minds… well, like me.”

Nol looked at Teest silently. The kid did have self-awareness.

It made sense. Very pragmatic individuals like Golden Sword Billy wouldn’t devoutly worship gods. They’d be content not opening stores in churches, much less causing a high-profile scene.

“I’m curious about Eugene’s prophecy.”

With the knight’s help, Nol managed to rid himself of the heavy and cumbersome shoulder armor. It seemed better for the “Esteemed Manager” to maintain his mystique. Otherwise, his cervical and lumbar spine might be ruined in the long run.

“That guy is a well-known fanatic. His prophecy is probably dreadfully boring.”

Teest leaned in and kissed Nol’s forehead and said, “…So, what do you plan to do about the situation in Gemino?”

Thinking of the malevolent individual who might well be a neighbor, Nol’s expression darkened.

“Just the two of us will go.” Nol decided, removing the magical earpiece. “I’ll be okay, but other neighbors might be affected mentally. They’ve just recently regained their spirits… If it’s just us, we can also scout the surroundings and help Lynn set up a few more cameras.”

“Just what I wanted,” Teest said, tossing his helmet aside and letting his hair down.

……

At night, in the dining hall.

Facing his neighbors, Nol didn’t like to hold formal meetings frequently, so he simply used the dining table as the conference table. There weren’t many people at the moment. Aside from the solitary Granny Meng, the rest filled two large tables, with even Little Piel eagerly joining in.

“Nol and the others are going to New Gemino?” Little Piel stirred his mashed potatoes with a spoon. “But they haven’t been here for long…”

“Since we’ve taken on the name of a monster organization, Paradise must handle monster-related matters,” Lynn explained earnestly. She liked this obedient local child. “If they don’t act soon, this could give the Temple of Life leverage over them.”

“The Eternal Church is already annoying enough. It turns out the Temple of Life is also troublesome.” Little Pierre pondered. “Where are the good gods?”

“Piel, one doesn’t necessarily need faith to live. In fact…” Lynn began to speak seriously.

True to her corporate background, witnessing Miss Lynn impart moral education and ideology on-the-spot, Nol almost choked on his dinner bun.

“The situation in New Gemino is chaotic,” Centaur Mr. Wu said somberly. “I’ve met other centaurs who fled from there. They all say that the Demon King’s corruption is getting worse. Mutated monsters are everywhere, and the soldiers and clergy who go there can’t leave… It’s impressive that someone set up a stronghold there.”

“Even if there really are monsters causing trouble, they might not be from our community.” Elder Ma scoffed. “Moreover, those religious zealots never speak the truth. Who knows what’s really going on?”

Ever since the rumors of “neighbors killing indiscriminately” started, Officer Luo had become quieter, his face showing unease. “Nol, can I go with you? I want to see which bastard…”

“That won’t do,” Teest interrupted. He was wary of the buns, but he took quite a liking to the meatballs made from meat filling. At the moment, he was holding a bowl of soup. “Sir, you should guard this Tower. Leave the villains to us.”

Officer Luo’s lips moved, but Julie patted his arm, subtly shaking her head.

“We’ll take good care of any new survivors and keep in touch,” Julie told Nol. “Safe travels to both of you.”

Teest victoriously finished his bowl of meatballs.

“Alright, I can return anytime.” Nol looked at Teest helplessly. “If the Temple of Life comes again, please contact me.”

Regarding this journey, Nol had planned it perfectly.

With spatial teleportation, they could teleport near a landmark in Gemino and discreetly walk to their destination. This way, even the Goddess of Life herself might not be able to trace them.

The plan was perfect, but reality… always presented various challenges.

The unexpected occurred as they entered the border of New Gemino—

A torrential downpour made everything dark. The wind was fierce. Nol walked close to Teest, who conjured a knight’s shield spell to keep them dry.

Even so, the muddy ground was difficult to traverse. Waterlogged meadows and treacherous marshes lay everywhere.

In a particularly large puddle, they found him.

A boy of about 14 or 15, emaciated, covered in bruises from falls and beatings. Webbed fingers, gray-black scales covering his chest and waist, and a fish-like tail, evident through his torn pants, lay listlessly to the side.

The pouring rain drowned out the boy’s faint breathing.

“A siren,” Nol said, stopping Teest, who was prepared to walk past. “Why is there a siren inland?”

“Who knows? Maybe he got lost,” Teest replied.

“Save… me.” The siren suddenly reached out, grabbing Nol’s pants leg, mumbling deliriously. “I want to go… to… Paradise…”


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