Full Server First Kill Ch89

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 89: A Small Home

Teest’s expression remained unchanging, as if he had anticipated this conversation. He turned to the side, making a polite gesture of invitation, as if this were his own home.

Nol’s shoulders felt warm and tingling, and his feet felt like they were walking on clouds. Even when he was spouting nonsense to Knight Eugene earlier, he hadn’t been this nervous. Now, he forced himself to look around the large room, trying to distract himself.

It wasn’t like Nol had never stayed in nice rooms since arriving in Tahe. The inn in Whitebird City was impressive and no smaller than this room.

But this place was different.

Its color scheme was cool, mixing a western fantasy setting with a modern apartment vibe. Near the bed, there was a small round table for writing and afternoon tea. A magic orb floated near a small basket filled with blueberries and raspberries, and a vase was filled with blue roses.

Opposite the bed, a reading nook was created with tall wooden bookshelves packed with books. A soft blanket was spread out on a couch with a floor lamp casting a hazy light behind. Next to it, a desk was prepared with stacks of parchment and ink pens, emitting the unique smell of paper and ink.

A well-maintained stove was against another wall, with magic replacing the usual gas and tap water. It resembled a modern stove, even having a magic tool above for purifying smoke. Something was simmering on the stove, and Nol could smell its rich aroma.

A dining table stood next to the stove, with glasses filled with purple grape juice, each containing several ice grapes. The only separate spaces in the room were the bathroom and toilet, which were slightly ajar, so Nol couldn’t see inside. Overall, it resembled a western fantasy-themed guest house, without the deliberate decoration, and had a lived-in feel.

Teest’s personal belongings were scattered around the room, with his pajamas laid out by the bed. The room felt like a “home”. Nol wondered how the Mad Monk had managed that.

“Come.”

Teest moved behind Nol and gently pushed him towards the dining table. When Nol sat down in surprise, Teest sat opposite, resting his chin on his intertwined fingers and looking at Nol with a smile.

“Do you like it here? I consulted with your neighbors and guessed the style you’d like.”

Nol was taken aback and, after a moment, managed to say, “I really like it. Thank you.” He truly loved the place. Apart from his odd personality, Teest seemed flawless.

Teest took a sip of his grape juice. “No need to thank me. Now, let’s continue our previous discussion. About our relationship.” Seeing that Nol was silent, Teest helpfully prompted him.

“…Actually,” Nol began, hesitatingly sipping his cold grape juice, “I had decided long ago that before leaving this world, I’d stay by your side.”

“But you kept deepening our connection, even deliberately showing me your death. I guess you wouldn’t believe my assurance.”

“Indeed.” Teest shrugged. “I prefer to add my own insurance. I admit I’m tempted. I kind of like you… in a romantic way.”

After hesitating for a few seconds, Nol said frankly, “So I hope you can reduce, uh, your intimate behavior.”

Teest smiled brightly. “Oh, considering my twisted psychology only now? Honey, you’re so naughty. I thought I had a choice. Emotions aren’t controllable.”

Nol clenched his teeth. “Since you can’t offer real love, treat me as a friend—trust me, the bond of friendship is strong. This way, I can better control my feelings.”

“Alright, you can’t resist anymore, hoping I won’t tempt you anymore.” Teest blinked happily. “The question is, why should I help you control your feelings?”

Nol opened his mouth in surprise, hesitating before answering, “If I really fall in love with you, even if I return to Earth, it will be… very painful.”

He was starting to avoid thinking about this issue now.

Teest stared intently into Nol’s eyes, making him feel uncomfortable. Gradually, Teest’s joy became brighter, his golden eyes shining like boiling honey, looking happier than ever.

“Unfortunately, I enjoy seeing you suffer because of me,” Teest whispered, raising his glass. “To this wonderful pain –”

This guy was more excessive than Nol thought, almost crushing his glass in anger. Seeing Nol’s reaction, Teest stood up and clinked their glasses together. Some juice splashed from his glass, causing ripples in Nol’s drink.

“I don’t understand why you overthink so much,” Teest whispered in Nol’s ear without sitting back down. “As I said, you don’t need to be responsible for me. You should be more wicked. You’re not wicked enough now.”

Nol frowned, avoiding Teest’s hair that clung to his collarbone like spider silk. “I don’t want to board a sinking ship.”

“You’re too rigid.” The Mad Monk laughed near his ear. “If I don’t give you love, you can take something else from me. Like…”

Your body?’ Nol thought, readying a retort, but then heard Teest finish his sentence.

“…Faith,” Teest said.

For a moment, the room was incredibly quiet—so quiet that Nol could hear the gentle pop of the flames from the stove.

“I am not a god, as I’ve said,” Nol emphasized after a long silence.

“What is believed in does not necessarily have to be a god. Some species in Shiva worship stones and rivers, and the people of Gemino firmly believe that portraits of their benefactors can dispel misfortune… Aren’t these the stories you set? Have you forgotten?”

“In my opinion, ‘faith’ is basically equivalent to ‘loyalty’ and ‘love’. Without them, I wonder what’s left,” Nol said through gritted teeth.

“What remains are ‘obsession’ and ‘beauty’.”

There was a playful tone in Teest’s voice. He let go of his cup, his fingertips brushing the back of Nol’s hand, tapping lightly. “… My temptation is my prayer. Please accept it gracefully.”

Nol’s thoughts were in a whirlwind. He had an inkling that Teest was just spouting nonsense, and for a moment, he couldn’t find a retort. The touch of Teest’s fingertips felt scorchingly intimate. The sweet scent of the juice mixed with Teest’s fragrance made it hard for Nol to breathe.

‘Forget it,’ he thought despairingly. Maybe he should just desensitize himself, raise his “Teest” threshold.

So, grabbing a strand of hair, Nol leaned in for a kiss.

It was their first conscious, deliberate kiss.

To his dismay, Nol realized that, while he hadn’t improved much, Teest had become more skilled. For instance, while he was being kissed senseless, just clumsily gripping Teest’s hair, Teest still managed to caress his back, enticing him to stand.

They moved toward the bed. Nol tried to resist, but the passionate kiss distracted him. Teest was guiding him, not with force but like being in a flowing stream, making it impossible not to follow.

‘Being enveloped in thick honey must feel like this,’ Nol thought dizzily.

He tasted the sweetness of the juice. He felt as if Teest’s tongue had drawn half his blood to his brain. When they tumbled onto the bed, his face felt hot enough to boil a pot of water.

Teest’s shirt was unintentionally ripped open by Nol, loosely hanging on him. Nol’s mage robe was lifted, revealing a stretch of his pale and toned waist.

Their skins touched, and the warm friction was intoxicating. Nol’s back sank into the bed as silver hair cascaded around his face like delicate prison bars.

His hands rested on Teest’s shoulders, and to his relief, he found that the back of Teest’s neck was just as hot.

Nol relaxed, his stiff muscles slowly softening. His hands delved under the fabric, clumsily caressing Teest’s warm skin, making it even hotter, until it started trembling.

It’s over.

As Nol touched Teest, he mused—at this point, there was no alarm about his sexuality. He truly could be attracted to men.

Teest’s techniques, however, were hundreds of times more sophisticated. He was well-acquainted with the vulnerable parts of the human body, and Nol suspected that this skill was honed from countless victims.

Back on Earth, even the most expensive masseur couldn’t make his body as soft as mud. Now, under those hands, Nol’s bones and muscles seemed to melt, becoming a bag of warm wine wrapped in skin.

Even though Nol hadn’t seen anything directly, being a well-experienced gamer, he had a general idea of what went on between men.

He struggled to reach out, moving his hand downward along Teest’s waist, then hesitated for a moment. Uncertain whether he was happy or worried, he realized he still had a faint resistance to the “key parts of the same gender”.

At that moment, Teest suddenly stopped moving.

“The soup is ready.”

He briskly pulled away, his face slightly flushed, breathing a bit rapidly. “Cooking time needs to be just right… It’s dinner time, honey.”

‘This guy is definitely doing this on purpose,’ Nol thought. He wrapped himself in a blanket, waiting for a certain reaction to subside while placing the gold wheel by his heart.

“What’s for dinner?” Nol asked while straightening out his clothes, trying to sound casual, though internally he was screaming.

“Tomato onion meat soup,” Teest replied, kissing Nol’s forehead. His face felt warm and damp, and his disheveled shirt covered his pants. “Serve yourself a bowl. I’ll take a shower.”

Before their talk, Nol had decided to set boundaries, but now he felt like he’d been led astray. He ladled the hot orange-red soup while his mind was still in turmoil.

He originally wanted to become immune to daily temptations through “more intimate contact”, but the experience just now was too perfect, almost leading him to… Well, this was an acceptable risk.

Teest showered quickly. As usual, he loosely tied his bathrobe with his wet, long hair draping over his chest. Seeing that Nol had prepared two bowls of soup and heated some bread, he gave Nol a playful look.

‘Oh no.’ Nol couldn’t help but glance at Teest’s lips and the skin on his chest.

He had never noticed these things before! Now he suspected that his “threshold-raising plan” might have been a massive failure.

“Speaking of ‘faith’…” During dinner, Nol tried to bring up a serious topic. “Were your family members convicted by the Temple simply because you were taken by the Eternal Church?”

He would meet Eugene in a few days, and he needed to clear this up.

“Oh, they found some things in my house,” Teest replied, picking up a piece of well-cooked tender meat and chewing it with satisfaction. “Although my family didn’t worship any evil gods, in that situation, some ambiguous items were enough for a conviction.”

“Ambiguous items.” Nol raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, items that seemed to be of good omen, nothing significant.” Teest glanced at the meat in Nol’s bowl but eventually didn’t reach for it. “If I had to mention it, something strange did happen the day I was taken. I heard a voice that I shouldn’t have. The voice was mumbling something religious.”

Nol paused curiously, gesturing for Teest to continue.

Teest nonchalantly took a sip of soup. “At the time, I was busy playing hide and seek with my peers. I followed a set of footsteps into a room and then heard someone speak to me. But when I took off my blindfold, there was no one in the room.”

“What did the voice say?” Nol asked, intrigued.

“I can’t remember clearly. It was all religious nonsense,” Teest replied. “But I remember the voice. I never heard that voice again after that. It might have been a hallucination.”

It seemed this matter was unrelated to him. Nol felt a mix of emotions. Since Teest couldn’t recall the content, perhaps this wasn’t something to be too concerned about.

At night, Nol habitually went to hug Teest’s back. The latter suddenly turned around, shifted, and ended up embracing Nol’s waist instead.

Teest’s head rested against Nol’s chest while his arms were lightly wrapped around Nol.

“This is my evening prayer.” Teest shifted slightly, finding a comfortable position. “Goodnight, Nol.”

Sly guy.

Nol extended his arms, pulling the other into a hug. He was surprised to find that wonderful sense of security returning.

……

“When are you getting a second bed?” The next day, Uncle Ma asked straightforwardly. “Yesterday, Xiao Teest only moved one bed over. Isn’t it too small for sleeping? I cleared another room yesterday and can spare a single bed—”

“We both sleep without much movement. One bed is sufficient,” Teest quickly replied. “I’m his knight. It’s more convenient for emergencies this way.”

Uncle Ma frowned, but soon lightened up. “Well, since you two are boys you can make do I suppose.”

Nol cleared his throat loudly. “You sought us out this morning for…?”

“Ah, yes, to show you the current state of the tower.” Uncle Ma gestured. “With magic, it’s very convenient. The succubi are also willing to help, so we’ve set up most of our facilities. You’re the boss here now, so you should take a look, right?”

Upon hearing this, Nol’s spirits lifted. He quickly got dressed. “Thank you for your effort!”

Teest followed, chuckling, while spinning the “Betrayer” in his hand.

The first floor, resembling modern architecture, was divided into three main areas.

First, the residential and guest areas, where Nol’s room was located. According to Uncle Ma, newly accepted neighbors would stay here temporarily until they mentally stabilized.

Of course, this area also had rooms like “Uncle Ma’s guard room”, “public restroom”, and “emergency medical room”. It was small, but complete.

The rooms facing the entrance were merged to form a large dining hall. Some of the residents even set up stalls selling stir-fry, main dishes, fried items, and baked desserts.

Beside the dining hall was a storage area that took up half the floor. External supplies were sorted here, and Witch Lynn even made a cold storage for food ingredients. The Banshee Mother stored a large box of homemade ice cream there.

“The second floor’s forest is divided into three parts. Most of it belongs to the succubi. There’s a workshop for processing wood, and Elder Wang has set up an orchard.”

Uncle Ma pointed to the edge of the second floor. “The third floor is entirely farmland. Due to a lack of manpower, only a few patches of land are cultivated. The soil here is fertile. Throw in any seeds, and they’ll grow.”

“Lynn claimed the fourth floor’s swamp. She set up a workshop there, saying it wouldn’t disturb others.”

Nol was amazed. He felt that what the neighbors built wasn’t just a base but some kind of doomsday fortress—even if their world were destroyed, the Lost Tower could be self-sufficient.

This thought cheered him up a bit. Even if they failed… they still had a fallback plan, didn’t they?

Then, without hesitation, Nol decided to take Teest to the dining hall.

It was busier than he expected. At the stalls, the Banshee Mother was making dumplings while playing with her daughter. The Raven Father was using magic to stir the meat filling. At the tables, some monster neighbors were chatting and helping with food preparations.

It was still early, and there was only one diner in the hall—

Turning his head, Nol saw Piel eating heartily.

Piel’s lower body was still on a specially-made wheelchair. He tried hard to swallow steamed meat buns, egg cakes, and fruit salad with a big glass of milk beside him. Seeing Nol, he waved eagerly.

“This afternoon, Dr. Julie will treat my bones,” Piel said, struggling to swallow his food, his eyes full of happiness. “She asked me to eat more eggs and proteins, saying I was too thin before…”

He looked nervously at Nol. “I don’t usually eat this much. I promise!”

“Eat more. We have plenty of meat here.” Nol ruffled Little Piel’s hair. “You can’t become a knight with a frail body.”

“I guess I should eat more too.” Teest crossed his arms. “Any recommendations?”

“I’m not sure if they have buns, but fried dough sticks are good,” Nol said thoughtfully. “I wonder where the plants corresponding to tea leaves are in Tahe? Maybe we could make some tea eggs…”

“It’s you.”

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind Nol, startling him.

He turned sharply to find a harpy perched on the back of his chair, her elderly face close to his.

It was Granny Meng.

She had probably come to eat. Nol noticed broken eggshells behind her. The old woman stared at him intently, her human face showing an enigmatic smile.

“I remember you,” she said rapidly, without modulation. “You’re the one who brought me here.”

“What do you want?”

She tilted her head ninety degrees while fixating her eyes on Nol.

“What exactly do you want?”


The author has something to say:

The General (hinting): Want to keep someone? Then seduce them.

Teest: Got it. Combining interests and emotions, right? Then I’ll believe in him!

Teest: (Seduce)

…It must be said, the result is still the same. The General sheds tears of joy (x


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Full Server First Kill Ch88

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 88: Double Bed

Grape Collar, some dark cellar.

“Lord Crimson hasn’t returned. He died in the past.”

In the flickering candlelight, the aging priest reported in a soft voice. “Even the Lord Demon could not come out unscathed. It seems the destruction of that church was an inscrutable part of fate…”

“His sacrifice was not entirely in vain.”

Another elderly voice answered from the communication crystal. “The Demon Lords only act out of temptation, and Lord Crimson was one of the most cautious among them. He deliberately ventured into the church before its destruction, surely discovering something profitable… Perhaps the ‘mission target’ that all Demons seek.”

“In that case, we are one step closer to the Chosen One.”

The old priest made a devout circle over his chest. “Two full prophecies. He is definitely a precious candidate in the eyes of God and must be brought back to serve.”

Even the current Pope had never received such long prophecies, let alone two. As long as this lost lamb was willing to return to the embrace of God, the entire Eternal Church would be willing to bow to him.

“Regarding the second prophecy…” The voice on the other side paused meaningfully.

“I only told Lord Crimson a part of it,” the old priest said.

“Very good,” the voice on the other end replied calmly. “Someone will take his place.”

“Yes, may everything be eternal.” The old priest bowed his head in the darkness.

“By the way…”

Just as the call was about to end, the voice on the other side began again. “The case of ‘Time Reversion’ being stolen, you don’t need to investigate it any further.”

“Our people have heard that the Drifting Mercenaries are likely involved. And the Golden Sword of the Alva Merchant Group has intervened. Digging too deep will only lead to disaster.”

Hearing about the Drifting Mercenaries, the old priest’s expression contorted slightly. Even though he enjoyed seeing the Temple of Life ridiculed, the renegade Pope showed no mercy to the Eternal Church, killing every Eternalist.

The Golden Sword of the Alva Merchant Group was also a troublesome figure.

Unless Enbilly himself was willing, no one could pry information from this Golden Sword. He had a very intimidating talent, able to grasp all the details of specific events and “monopolize the truth” to some extent.

Lord Crimson had foolishly tried to take out the Golden Sword. There had been hundreds, if not thousands, who had tried to assassinate Enbilly, and none had met a good end. Now, with Lord Crimson also dead, it might well be some curse.

“Thank you for your reminder. I am aware of the situation,” the old priest said. “Until I receive new revelations, I will keep an eye on ‘Paradise’. The appearance of Paradise, the Mad Monk’s submission, and the return of the Chosen One—this cannot be a mere coincidence.”

“Yes, but the priority should be finding the chosen one.”

“We will surely bring him before God.”

The old priest tightly held a scroll in his hands. The ink on the paper formed two brief sentences. These were prophecies belonging to the Chosen One—the real, complete prophecies.

[Following the river of fate, returning to the land of ashes. Walking through the chaotic times and corpses of Demons—the darkness in his soul remains.]

[His hands can slay everything, and he will follow the God of his choice.]

……

The Dark Forest, the Lost Tower.

Nol and Teest squeezed in front of Lynn’s magic screen, watching the “surveillance footage” displayed.

“It’s Anakin and Eugene, the captain of the Investigation Knights,” Nol said. “The Temple of Life arrived too soon.”

“There are only two of them!” Teest remarked with a tone of regret that was somewhat chilling.

Lynn, seated on a makeshift office chair, manipulated her magic controller that displayed multiple angles of the two visitors. To Nol, the controller embedded with a small crystal ball eerily resembled a mouse. “I see no ambush,” Lynn said, scrolling with the crystal ball. “It seems to be just the two of them.”

“I’ll go get ready. Now’s not the time for a clash with the Temple of Life.” Nol rubbed his temples.

Lynn patted her cheek. “Are you serious?”

“Huh?”

With a weary tone, Lynn said, “Mr. Xu, if you were to meet the boss of a potential partner company, would you think it formal if he just shouted from downstairs with a megaphone? …Would you even consider it a legitimate company?”

“Ah…” Realization dawned on Nol.

“To meet with a leader, making an appointment is the least you can do,” Witch Lynn said strictly. “And they only brought two people. Even if it’s to show ‘we come in peace’, that’s too few. It’s impolite.”

“You think this is a probe. Coincidentally, I think so too,” Teest chimed in with crossed arms. “It’s a wonder hearing such analysis from a naïve puppet witch. The world truly is full of surprises.”

“We’re all in the hall trying to save Piel anyway. How about setting another time for them to visit?” Lynn snorted, ignoring Teest’s remark. Being a resident of a civilized society, she wasn’t comfortable communicating with a murderer. It was one thing to deal with the natives, but Teest was different. Every time she looked into his eyes, she felt a chill run down her spine. She wondered how Nol managed to work with someone like that.

Nol was busy planning the time. It took a while before he responded, “It’ll take about two days for Piel to recover. Everyone else needs some prep time too. How about three days from now?”

Lynn responded, “Sounds good, but we need a suitable way to reply…”

Nol smiled, picking up a spare puppet from Lynn’s table. “Can I borrow this?”

At the forest’s edge.

Anakin mentally cursed Eugene a thousand times. She had to exert a great deal of effort navigating through powerful players, securing the “contact quota” with the Lost Tower.

She had upgraded from a mere white priest to the first “Flawless” in the world of Tahe. Her younger brother, Solo, was on a transfer mission and couldn’t accompany her. Anakin had a perfect plan to meet Nol, exchange some recent intel, and get new tasks. This way, she could claim to the players that she’s “gaining Nol’s trust”, with the new tasks as proof. Eventually, she could have free access to the Lost Tower. However, she was intercepted by Eugene.

Eugene wanted to represent the Temple of Life and needed a strong healer. Anakin and Solo were completing a mission in the Black Forest when Paradise appeared in the world, so he probably had some suspicions.

Cursing her luck, Anakin couldn’t figure out his intentions.

Anakin gave a sidelong glance at Eugene, who wore an annoyingly polite smile on his face. She couldn’t decipher what this young captain of the knight’s order was thinking.

Indeed, Eugene was young and handsome, but he stood in the way of her path to become stronger. To Anakin, he looked utterly detestable.

“I am devoted to the goddess,” Eugene said when Anakin glanced at him a second time. “She once cooperated with the treacherous Eternal Son to resist the Demon King’s corruption. For her benevolence, we would never act in petty or narrow-minded ways.”

“Why tell me this? I don’t control you,” Anakin replied, her tone soft but words sharp. “Weren’t you the ones saying that the monsters were the doing of the Eternal Church? You change your narrative so easily.”

“Kind lies are necessary. Sometimes, so is righteous killing,” Eugene replied, his green eyes turning toward her. “For the goddess’ will, some truths are destined to be buried. Please understand.”

She didn’t want to understand. Anakin, a staunch atheist, couldn’t tolerate such talk and ignored him.

Thankfully, Paradise acted before the awkwardness lingered too long. About ten minutes after Eugene’s call, the ground trembled. Birds flew out from the forest canopy like dust shaken off. Not far from them, the ground heaved, and a creature, formed of roots and bones resembling a giant serpent, emerged. Its eye sockets alone were taller than a person.

The serpent rose and bowed slightly, filling the air with the damp scent of earth. Opening its mouth slightly, a deep voice emanated—

“Although we are a monster alliance, we understand human etiquette. Is this the attitude of the Temple of Life, knight?”

The serpent shifted uneasily, sending clumps of dirt the size of fists falling to the ground.

“Please don’t misunderstand.”

Eugene performed a knight’s salute and responded calmly, “I am here today just to request an audience. Whether to meet or not and the meeting time, of course, is for the Master of Paradise to decide. If we are fortunate enough to meet the Master of Paradise, we will naturally arrange the highest-level representatives and gifts.”

“Even when dealing with a king, the Temple would only send a regular messenger to set the time. Now, just for an inquiry, the Temple has dispatched me, the captain of the knights, which shows the sincerity of the Temple.”

‘You’re quite good at pretending,’ Anakin thought while her face contorted for a moment. She had no doubt that if the door was opened, this guy would walk right in.

The giant serpent looked Eugene up and down with its hollow eyes. “I see. The Master of Paradise can meet you in three days. Please wait here at sunset.”

“I will keep the kindness of Paradise in my heart. Please convey my greetings to the Master of Paradise.” Eugene bowed deeply again, his young and handsome face filled with smiles.

The remains of the giant serpent nodded and scattered on the spot, forming a small hill. Its massive head rested at the top of the pile, becoming a natural landmark.

“Three days.” Eugene narrowed his eyes at the giant head.

“Three days should be enough for you to prepare. Please find another healer by then,” Anakin bluntly replied. “I have other arrangements in the next few days.”

Eugene nodded. “It’s a pity. You are currently the most powerful healer in Grape Collar.”

‘…So he’ll be part of the delegation in three days,’ Anakin thought.

That was odd. Usually, such negotiations would be led by a bishop. They would bring along church knights, rarely involving Investigation Knights, let alone the captain of the Investigation Knights.

Seeing Anakin silent, Eugene moved forward a few steps and untied the horse he had secured beforehand.

“As you can see, I’m not really suited for this kind of task. Those creatures have been wreaking havoc on the land bestowed by the goddess. I admit, I don’t have any fondness for them.”

He caressed the neatly groomed mane of the horse, white strands adorned with beads polished from emeralds and peridots, resembling sprouts sprinkled in between.

When the horse bowed its head obediently, Eugene turned around, looking at Anakin’s complicated gaze. “But I carry a prophecy full of expectations. I won’t let the Goddess down.”

Anakin frowned.

…Eugene isn’t a servant of God, but a Chosen One.

“As I said earlier, you don’t need to tell me this. We’re not working together,” Anakin responded dryly.

Knight Eugene wasn’t the type to mindlessly show off, which made Anakin’s intuition raise alarms.

“The Goddess said, ‘I will behead the false god with the sword of faith.'”

Eugene continued calmly, “The prophecy is absolute. No matter what forces emerge or disturbances arise, the Goddess is destined to win. I hope you and the Saints will remember this.”

Anakin stood there completely stunned.

……

Nol stretched his neck.

“Once they leave, I’ll retrieve the puppet from the snake’s mouth.”

To achieve the fantastical effect of the giant serpent speaking, Nol stuffed a puppet into its mouth that could transmit sound. He used magic to alter his voice, pretending to be the temporary receptionist of the Paradise Company.

Once he approached it with the mindset of creating dialogue for a script, Nol realized he had quite the knack for acting.

Having scheduled the meeting time, he suddenly felt the relief of having “three extra statutory holidays”. His mood improved substantially. Even Teest, whom he normally found pleasant, seemed even more so—well, he would have been if not for that smug, mysterious grin plastered on his face.

“Why are you smiling?” Nol couldn’t help but ask as they left Lynn’s room.

“Well, they’ve arranged a private room for us on the first floor. The one prepared for you is especially large. They said you can decorate it however you like.”

Teest moved in front of Nol, walking backward with his hands behind his back. “You’ve been busy saving the child, while I had nothing to do, so I went ahead and decorated it—I just finished.”

“I could’ve done that myself.”

“No, I like that big room,” Teest said. “So I’ve decided to move in. I’ve already notified them.”

“I see.” Nol paused momentarily. That made sense; they still had the distance limitation imposed by the [Betrayal Overture]. This arrangement was quite good. Yes, he definitely didn’t have any ulterior motives.

When they reached the door, Teest gleefully swung it open. “Take a look—”

Objectively, it was a fantastic room. A lush green view from a massive window, the overall ambiance was delightful. But before Nol could appreciate it, his eyes were immediately drawn to a piece of furniture at the edge of the room.

It was a huge double bed.

Nol: “…”

Nol: “…One bed?”

To date, their neighbors thought of them merely as teammates, or at most, friends. It wasn’t uncommon for them to share a bed when they were out, but given the spacious room here, for Teest to have arranged it this way…

Nol stood at the doorway for a long moment, rubbing his slightly warm ears, trying to appear more serious.

“Teest.”

He said softly, “Regarding our relationship, we need to have a talk.”


The author has something to say:

Nol: We should have one room.

Teest: We should have one bed.

Nol, conceding a point!


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Full Server First Kill Ch87

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 87: New Home

A few hours ago.

To maintain a normal mental state and perception of time, Nol chose to sleep daily like a regular person. He especially had a habit of sleeping with his forehead against Teest’s back, giving him an odd sense of security.

Recently, he would embrace Teest from behind, and Teest would place the palm of his hand over the back of Nol’s hand, making it hard for Nol to withdraw.

But even so, Teest always gave Nol the feeling of being both close yet distant. One moment, Teest might give him a passionate kiss, and the next, he could just hop away as if nothing happened.

Nol had decided long ago to remain unyielding and deal with his own issues. The plan was beautiful, but reality was cruel. Like right now, small trivialities were running rampant in his head as he pretended to be asleep.

After hearing what Nol wanted to do “after becoming a god”, Teest seemed a bit unhappy, his back slightly tense. For a moment, Nol couldn’t figure out what upset him and found it hard to sleep.

Was it because he didn’t mention anything related to Teest? Would the Mad Monk really be so childish? This seemed no different from “a couple fighting over five million in a dream”.

As these thoughts swirled in Nol’s mind, he started to ponder drowsily.

If he truly became a god, what could he do for Teest? After aimlessly thinking for a while, he realized he had no idea.

According to the Mad Monk himself, his current exploration of the world’s truths was out of “strong interest”. Now, Teest was wealthy and leisurely, with top-notch power and appearance. Mentally… well, he seemed mentally stable and lacked nothing.

Kando hinted that Nol’s future path would be full of challenges. Who knows when Teest might decide to stop adventuring and retire…

While Nol was lost in thought with his eyes closed, Teest quietly slipped out of bed and left the room.

When Teest returned, Nol could smell the fine red wine and the scent of monster flesh on him, a scent he had previously detected in the General’s reception room.

Teest used warm air to blow over himself before carefully crawling back under the covers. He purposefully shifted toward the center of the bed and then placed Nol’s arm back around his waist.

Within a few minutes, his breathing became steady, and he fell soundly asleep.

Nol quietly opened his eyes, his view filled with silvery hair. The dimly lit room felt claustrophobic, reminding him of the small drawer in the antique shop and the toy bed inside it.

Twelve years had passed, and he wondered about the blue rose that had once been by the bed.

Wrapped around the warm Teest, Nol’s thoughts became increasingly scattered. As time ticked away, he had to reluctantly admit that sleeping against Teest no longer provided him with the same sense of security.

A few minutes later, he carefully withdrew his arm and quietly got out of bed.

Since he couldn’t sleep, he might as well go and speak with the renowned General.

…Time returned to the present.

The Black Glove Bar was bustling, but the General’s reception room was eerily quiet.

“Please go ahead.” Opposite Nol, the General leaned forward, ready to listen.

Nol nodded. “You’ve worked with the Mad Monk for so long. If you’d be willing to share some insights—like what behaviors he likes and dislikes—I’d be very grateful.”

For a moment, the General displayed an indescribable expression, something like subtle disdain. However, she quickly suppressed it.

“My collaboration with the Mad Monk?” She laughed hoarsely. “He comes to me for money and information, occasionally helping me eliminate certain Eternalists or thugs who dare challenge me—he simply sees me as a useful wallet. I think that’s not the kind of relationship you’re looking for.”

Nol crossed one leg over the other, sitting upright, and remained silent.

“A straightforward transaction was all there ever was between us from the beginning.” The General’s tone grew colder. “Indeed, I’m the Supplement Demon that escaped with him. He nearly dismembered me, and then, using my regenerative abilities, stitched me back together… Sounds touching, doesn’t it? Like we went through thick and thin together.”

A twitch appeared on Nol’s brow. Thick and thin together—this was precisely the current state between him and Teest.

Indeed, the General had once been through life and death with Teest. But no matter how he listened, he could only detect sarcasm in her tone—there were no fond memories of past camaraderie.

The General gave Nol a deep, piercing look, as if seeing through his thoughts, her voice becoming slow, almost poetic.

“In fact, once we successfully escaped, he pondered whether he should kill me to keep things quiet… It was only after I begged him, telling him that I would be more useful to him alive, that he dropped the idea.”

“Sir, I can see that you and I are not the same. Want to stay with the Mad Monk for the long haul? Then you best not have laughable ideas like ‘repairing him’, ‘reforming him’, or ‘taming him’.”

Indeed, the Mad Monk didn’t need any “salvation”.

Nol silently took a sip of tea, noticing a speck of wallpaper flake on the tea saucer.

“…Now, the Mad Monk has chosen to ‘pursue the truth of the world’ as a new interest. Until his objective is achieved, you’re just his companion on this journey. Recognizing your role is the first step in a stable partnership.”

Across from him, the General sighed, emphasizing the words “this journey”.

“That’s precisely what I wanted to ask.” Setting his teacup down, Nol gave a bitter smile. “When Teest burned down the Immortal Church, he claimed his revenge was complete. So, how committed can he be to his ‘personal interest’? I don’t want a… partner who might leave at any moment.”

‘”Partner with benefits” might be more appropriate,’ Nol thought.

“You can rest assured. Once the Mad Monk takes an interest in something, he holds onto it like a beast clamped onto its prey. He won’t let go until he achieves his goal.”

Finally looking straight into Nol’s eyes again, the General warned, “Prepare yourself mentally for this.”

“That’s all the better.” Nol sighed in relief.

Midway, he felt a nagging doubt. “From your experience, if there’s nothing to gain after achieving his objective, will he immediately end the partnership?”

The General’s odd expression resurfaced. “Are you, ahem, hoping to keep him by your side long-term?”

“……” Nol didn’t answer immediately.

If circumstances allowed, he would undoubtedly go home. This relationship was bound to end, and he had always known that. But now, imagining the “happy ending” when it all finished, Nol realized he might not be as elated as he thought.

“…Yes.” After a while, Nol finally responded, “Teest is my perfect partner.”

The General’s deformed face twitched, apparently disagreeing with his statement but politely holding back her thoughts.

“Oh.” She responded dryly, “Then you have to keep his interest. To be honest, it’s tough. The Eternal Church taught the Mad Monk many things, with ‘how to read others’ being the most basic. He hardly finds people he can see through interesting.”

“I’m confident about that.”

Is there anything harder to understand than a “pseudo-God of Creation“? A hint of amusement crept into Nol’s voice. “Thank you for your honesty, miss.”

The General looked visibly relieved.

Then, trying to contain her impatience, she waved her hand. “Now, can we discuss the medical supplies, sir?”

……

Little Piel firmly believed that he would die.

He had seen an old man on the street being run over by a carriage, his entrails spilling everywhere. Everyone said such injuries were fatal, and even the best priest in the world couldn’t save him. To keep such a person alive, a miracle would be needed.

After being hit by the chandelier, he didn’t have much will to live left. He just wanted everything to end quickly.

He wanted to become a knight when he grew up, but now he could no longer grow up.

Perhaps it was for the best. For an orphan like him, dreaming was a luxury. Before, Little Piel’s biggest concern was surviving the upcoming winter, the furthest he had ever thought ahead. The two beautiful fairies gave him a dream—a dream that allowed him to have dreams.

That was enough, Little Piel thought. He had had an incredible adventure and even saved someone!

If reincarnation was real, perhaps the gods would let him be born as a squire in a knight’s family… Yes, being a squire would be enough! He shouldn’t be too greedy. The gods wouldn’t like that…

With his false hopes and the sweet taste in his mouth, Little Piel slowly closed his eyes.

…And then he woke up, his lower half cold, with people murmuring around him.

Sunlight penetrated his eyelids, painting his vision a shade of orange. He slightly opened his eyes and saw a towering spire, a staircase, and the clear sky above.

His gaze then slid down to his body. A silent scream erupted in his throat, and he started coughing violently—

His upper body lay on a stone bed, while his lower half was immersed in a large glass tank. His crushed lower body was regenerating, with muscles and blood vessels growing around the restored skeleton like grape vines climbing a pole.

Strange creatures he had never seen before were bustling around him.

Healing magic shone continuously, and people kept placing and removing molds on him to ensure his regenerating flesh and organs grew properly. A bubble producing fresh air was on his face, and bags of red blood were hanging above him, being transferred into his body through weird tubes.

Even more astonishing, he could understand what these creatures were saying.

“His blood pressure is stable,” said a large gray wolfkin. “The child is conscious. Nol’s pain relief spell really works. I’ll stitch him up later, so he recovers faster.”

Another creature, looking like a doll-like girl, shook her head. “Better to be cautious. Let the succubi prepare more liquid food and sugar water.”

“I wonder how Uncle Ma’s sauerkraut is doing,” murmured a short elf as he cast healing magic. “I really want to eat sauerkraut stewed with meat.”

The sunlight was warm, the air dry, and he could hear the sound of flowing water and rustling leaves. Harp music and singing came from a distance. Little Piel smelled fresh fruits, cream, and a well-cooked meat broth.

Where was this? The afterlife?

Little Piel tried to move, making whimpering sounds as he tried to grab the strange bubble on his face. A finger pointed at the bubble, and it popped.

“You’re awake?” A familiar face leaned closer.

Blinking and rubbing his eyes, Little Piel recognized it.

It was Mr. Fairy… but he looked as big as a human now, and there were two of them!

The one with black hair, who just popped his bubble, looked just as handsome and had a pair of beautiful blue eyes filled with amusement.

“I… Cough… I…”

“Just as you see.” Teest spread his hands. “Welcome to Paradise, kid.”

Frozen, Little Piel whispered, “So… I’m really dead…”

Teest: “……”

Teest: “Paradise isn’t heaven. Sadly, you’re still alive.”

Nol tried not to laugh.

After several minutes of stunned silence, Little Piel finally asked, referring to the creatures around, “These monsters, I mean, these gentlemen and ladies…”

“They’re just like you, rescued by someone’s kindness. You might scare people outside looking like this, but here, these folks might just envy you,” Teest said, glancing at Officer Luo, who was eyeing the griffin’s claws and wings with evident envy.

“Targeting such a young child, those cultists really are despicable,” not far away, Uncle Ma commented while cracking nuts.

“We should find someone to teach him to read. He’s too young not to go to school,” said a bear-like creature carrying farming tools. “Xiao Xu said he’s a local, right?”

“I heard he’s an orphan…”

“Indeed. We can’t ignore him then.”

“Maybe that family could help? They’ve already adopted a girl.”

“No, they have their hands full with her. Maybe the succubi could help. I’ll talk to the queen later.”

……

In the distance, more monsters gathered, chattering and discussing among themselves. From their conversations, Little Piel could only understand the general gist. But he quickly grasped one thing—these creatures were prepared to accept him. He would no longer be without a place to belong. It was truly magical. When he was human, he was displaced and lost. Now, among these monsters, he felt comforted for the first time.

Tears blurred Little Piel’s purple eyes as he blinked. “Thank you… Thank you for saving me,” he said.

Holding onto Nol’s sleeve with shining eyes, he pleaded, “Lord Fairy, I wish to stay here. I can do chores and even help find food… Please, can I stay?”

Patting his head, Nol replied, “Of course you can.”

Little Piel relaxed, looking around excitedly. Then, as if suddenly recalling something, he asked, “What about the two people who left earlier? Are they okay? They might need shelter too… I mean, if it doesn’t bother you…”

His voice trailed off, as if he thought he might be overstepping. Nol glanced at Teest, whose smile barely changed, only deepening slightly.

“They are fine and don’t need any help,” Teest said.

Nol smiled. “Yes, I’ve personally checked.”

Relieved, Little Piel lay back on the stone platform. Nol cast a sleep spell on him, and as he drifted off, a smile lingered on Little Piel’s lips.

“The succubi will train him temporarily,” Nol whispered. “Once he’s older and can disguise himself as a human, he can go to Grape Collar to learn proper swordsmanship.”

“Then become a knight?” Teest raised an eyebrow.

“Then become a knight,” Nol confirmed with a smile. “My Paradise always needs knights.”

“You better treasure me then,” Teest remarked.

Teest casually picked a peach from the fruit bowl, tossing it up and down. Then, in a swift motion, the gleaming blade of the small hunting knife pierced a piece of peach, stopping right before Nol’s eyes. The peach flesh was pleasingly pale pink, emitting a fresh and sweet scent.

The blade,the “Betrayer”, was clean, but the bloodstains on it seemed impossible to wash away. It was hard to determine which was more intense, the scent of blood or the aroma of the peach.

Teest intently stared at Nol as if the statement he just made was a question, and he was waiting for an answer.

Nol leaned slightly forward, ignoring the lingering scent of blood, and bit into the peach slice. He chewed slowly and deliberately, grinding the soft fruit skin with his teeth, savoring every drop of the sweet juice.

“My paradise always needs knights,” Nol repeated, “And so do I.”

Teest took another piece for himself and changed the subject. “So, what’s next?”

“I’ll stay at the Lost Tower for a while,” Nol replied. “It’s time for a short rest.” As Nol opened his mouth, Teest understood the gesture, peeling another piece of peach and teasingly brushing the blade near Nol’s lips.

“Perfect. I also want to be a little lazy,” Teest joked. “As long as no troubles come our way.”

Nol choked on his peach, shooting Teest a reproachful look. Teest raised his hands, feigning innocence.

However, the Mad Monk’s jinx proved true. Before the sun set, visitors arrived in the Black Forest—

Anakin, with a serene smile and beads of sweat on her forehead, and beside her was Knight Eugene in full armor.

“Emissaries from the Temple of Life have come to visit,” Eugene announced, bowing to the vast forest.


Author’s note:

Good news: Little Piel was saved after multiple consultations (?

Bad news: He has to go to school. (Little Piel: ……)

Paradise: No matter how poor, never skimp on education!

———————

The General: It turns out they are both double arrows. Excuse me, why don’t you two just get a room?


Kinky Thoughts:

I’m so happy Little Piel is saved! My heart would have broken otherwise. This marks the end of this arc.


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Full Server First Kill Ch86

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 86: Sharing the Same Bed and the Same Dream

Nol’s face grew slightly warm from the excitement of his story, and his body became hot from the deadly touch. As Teest pulled away, the cool air rushed into the bed, and Nol shivered.

By contrast, Teest’s hand on top of his head felt especially warm.

Nol watched Teest’s figure disappear at the door, and he promptly sat up from the bed.

The shadow wolf poked its mouth out from Nol’s shadow and licked his heel twice. Nol scratched the shadow wolf’s large chin and took two fruits from the table, throwing them into the slightly opened wolf’s mouth.

Ben let out a satisfied grunt, chomping away with its big mouth.

The presence of the shadow wolf’s mouth was astounding, yet, despite this, Nol still felt like most of the room was empty.

He glanced around the room that wasn’t even 20 square meters, and when his eyes passed over the wardrobe, his heart sank.

Something was wrong.

When he had saved Little Piel, Black Candle Kando had witnessed everything, including Nol admitting that he “created this world”. Kando didn’t say a word, and with one thing after another, Nol had almost forgotten about it. Just now—Nol remembered putting a soundproof spell on the room, but not on the wardrobe where Kando was.

The candle must have heard his bedtime story.

Barefoot, Nol jumped off the bed and opened the wardrobe. In the corner, Kando’s vertical eye quietly watched him. This thing only had one eye, so it was hard for Nol to discern its emotions.

“I remember you saying you didn’t know your own name,” Nol said, looking into that eye. “We took you from the Eternal Church. Are you a Supplement Demon?”

“I thought you were too busy with your bloody sweetheart and had forgotten about me,” the candle replied with a particularly pitiful tone. “Now you remember that lonely little Kando has feelings too…”

“Answer me,” Nol demanded, grabbing it.

“Oh, a Supplement Demon, a Supplement Demon. I am not a Supplement Demon.” Kando slapped Nol’s jaws with candle tears. “The importance of a name is second only to the soul—unless you have no relatives, no relationships with anyone—the Eternal Church likes to destroy it, and some like to use it as collateral.”

“You ‘mortgaged’ your name?” Nol frowned. “Mortgaged to whom? To turn you into this thing?”

“If I answer that, I’ll never get it back.” Kando looked up at Nol. “Don’t worry. When the time is right, I will tell you everything. Think about it, if I wanted to harm you, I’d have had plenty of opportunities.”

“Thank you for reminding me. I think now is a good time. The soundproofing in this cabinet isn’t very good. You must have heard everything.” Nol flicked his fingers.

The black candle nimbly crawled on the back of his hand, like a deformed octopus. It quickly found a new patch of skin and wrapped around it.

“Oh, my thoughts are a bit different from your bloody sweetheart,” the candle whispered. “I don’t think you’re a God of Creation in a true sense.”

“It’s a coincidence, but I happen to know races that can create worlds. But you’re not like them—no offense, but even in their weakened state, they wouldn’t be as weak as you.”

Kando was blunt, but Nol wasn’t offended. “It’s okay. I don’t think I’m any god.”

What kind of God works overtime 24/7 and lands themselves in a hospital? That’s just weak.

“So, as I said, now is not the right time,” Kando calmly stated.

“I hate people who beat around the bush.”

Nol snapped, grabbing a tear from the candle and pulling Kando off. The candle was upside down, its flame brushing against its body, but the black wax showed no signs of melting.

Kando bent its eye as if smiling. “If I tell you everything now, you might give up. I’d rather wait until you have no choice. I can only say that as long as you two continue to seek the truth of the world, the right time will come.”

As it spoke, it stared intently at Nol, its pupil dilating.

Under the gaze of this inhuman thing, sweat formed on Nol’s back. His good mood from earlier had mostly vanished. Still, the candle did reveal a lot. Kando had mortgaged its name to someone and was likely serving that “someone”. And at the right time, this guy would surely ask him for a favor.

How would he define such a creature? A commercial spy? An obvious mole?

Yet, Nol did need it. Whether for wielding his staff or for spatial magic, it was indispensable to him…

“Honey, are you fixing your staff?”

Teest’s voice and the sweet aroma returned to the room, immediately interrupting Nol’s train of thought. He set down Kando, who was chuckling quietly, and closed the wardrobe door seamlessly.

“Well, I had a little chat with our Mr. Kando,” Nol said, his eyes drifting to the tray Teest held.

On it were two cups of hot red wine, garnished with slices of orange and cinnamon sticks. The difference was that one of the cups contained several thin white bones.

“One of them has been boiled with the scraps of the Eclipse Shield. Don’t worry, I cleaned it thoroughly.” Teest placed the steaming tray on the bedside and casually took out the Eclipse Shield from his pouch, handing it to Nol.

Nol couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.

When they first found the Eclipse Shield, it was exquisitely designed with a sense of ancient beauty. The bones used as the main material were bordered with old silver and wrapped with dark ironwood and gold with rune patterns. The intertwining of gold and black was very fitting for the name “Eclipse Shield”.

Now, the gold-laden wood was gone, the old silver edging was painted with metallic paint and partially covered with leather. The bone in the center was hidden under a thin layer of tin, turning the shield from an “ancient religious artifact with an eerie aura” into something that seemed like a cheap street-side bargain. It was quite lamentable.

However, its current appearance did match the title the “Betrayer” and was discreetly comforting.

Nol then pulled up its item description—

[Curiosity: You will devote everything to guard the beautiful yet dark mysteries. Such a feeling is irresistible to you. Remember, curiosity is the beginning of everything. 

※Crafted with ingenuity by Teest.]

Great, there’s no “Eclipse Shield” in this world anymore. All that remains is “Curiosity”.

Nol briefly examined the attributes of the freshly renamed “Curiosity”, and its power seemed quite formidable. Although it wasn’t as potent as the shields from the late stages of the game, it was strong enough to give a dragon a headache.

This shield was personally modified by Teest.

Nol wasn’t too surprised that Teest had crafting skills. Teest’s spatial pouch seemed to be something only a Player could craft, probably made by him.

What Nol was curious about was something else—

“How did you manage to improve its attributes?” Nol asked, looking at the small round shield now the size of a pot lid.

“Oh, I added a special ingredient.”

“What?”

“Your hair,” Teest said with a playful smile. “See, it’s very effective.”

Nol: “……”

So, when Teest was patting his head, he was just trying to get some of his hair? Well, body parts from a Lich were indeed rare magical materials, so Nol couldn’t find fault with that.

Silently, Nol took a big sip of the hot red wine. Teest approached quickly, watching him with immense curiosity.

After swallowing the sweet wine—which lacked the potency of the bewilderment dew and couldn’t possibly intoxicate a Lich—Nol finished the cup in one gulp. He then glared at Teest and ruffled his hair vigorously.

Teest: “Did you gain a good skill?”

Nol: “No, just wiping my hands.”

Teest looked at Nol, stunned.

Only then did Nol bared his teeth and grin. “Just kidding.”

“Oh my, you’re quite vengeful,” Teest said, touching his long hair with lingering fear.

After the stats refreshed, Nol’s smile froze on his face, gradually turning into a mix of astonishment and horror.

…This thing has more stats than a dragon?!

Previously, he was always waiting for the respawn timer of [Fallen Death] to farm monsters, with his stats increasing at a sluggish pace. After drinking that glass just now, the increase in stats directly surpassed the total of what he had gained before.

His current stats equaled about half of a fully leveled Lich.

Before Nol could react, his skill list refreshed, and a familiar notification popped up in front of him.

[Loser’s Obsession: A laughable persistence, pointless struggle, and the loser’s defiance against fate. This skill has no effect, holds no value, and cannot be used.]

[A similar origin skill is detected. Would you like to merge the skills “Lament of the Weak” and “Loser’s Obsession”?]

[Note: Merging can produce a new skill. The new skill will retain the original source, but other changes are unpredictable. Please choose carefully.]

Nol hesitated for a few seconds, then carefully chose “Yes”.

[Collecting data… Reinterpreting skills…]

[Skill merge completed.]

[Lost Last Wish: Regrettably, the cries for help have vanished, and you can only chase the echoes. This skill has no effect, holds no value.]

Again, it was this inexplicable type of skill.

Nol cautiously stored the Lost Last Wish and vigorously rubbed his face.

“Not satisfied with the new skill?” Teest leisurely sipped his hot red wine.

Nol forced himself back to his senses . He hesitated, then shook his head. “It’s not very useful for now, but it added a lot to my stats. If I accumulate it over time, I might be able to recover this level’s stats.”

Now, Nol was even less eager to change his class—who knows if the attributes he had painstakingly accumulated would be recalculated by the system after he changed his class, leaving him with no place to cry.

“Thank you for the hot wine. Let’s sleep for today,” Nol whispered.

Both of them crawled into their beds. The inn’s blankets emitted a faint musty and herbal smell from disinfectants, which was a bit suffocating, but thankfully they were dry and soft.

“…Nol.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m curious. If you truly had the power of a god, what would you want to do?”

“Hmm… Take my neighbors home, and it would be even better if I could restore their human forms.” As he slid into the blanket, Nol’s voice grew drowsy.

“Anything else?”

“Destroy the Eternal Church, get rid of the Eternal Son… see about the Goddess of Life…”

Teest chuckled. “Then what?”

“That’s it,” Nol mumbled sleepily. “That’s it… I really want to go home… I wonder how my parents are doing…”

Teest: “.…..”

He turned his back to Nol. His golden eyes glanced at the wardrobe and then the corner of the room.

Nol nestled against Teest’s back and quickly fell asleep. Teest kept blinking in the dark. After some time, he quietly got up and stealthily left the bed.

……

Four in the morning, in the secret chamber of the Black Glove Tavern.

“Thank you for your effort.” The General snapped her fingers, and a grotesque creature behind her brought a glass of iced red wine for the guest.

Her guest, Former Pope Painter, smiled and nodded. “You’re too kind, madam. If there’s such work in the future, please remember to contact us first…”

Bang, bang, bang!!!

There were a series of noises from the monster corridor. Seconds later, a man covered in blood and entrails entered the room, with viscera dripping from his clothes onto the expensive carpet.

The man, holding a simple longsword and carrying an even simpler round shield on his back, walked rudely to the guest chair.

The General’s distorted face twitched, and she threw a cleansing spell at the newcomer. “Mad monk.”

“Good evening.” Teest waved casually.

“I knew you’d come again, so I prepared two batches of monsters especially for you.” The General hissed. “Those things weren’t cheap. Don’t come by again this year. Consider it a favor I’m asking.”

“Alright.” Teest took a seat on the guest chair, glancing at Painter. The latter’s butt seemed glued to the chair. Painter just gave a polite nod and smile, with no intention of standing up.

“Don’t mind This Villain,” Painter said. “I just want to slowly savor this wine—once you leave Grape Collar, you can’t find wine this good.”

Teest glared at Painter for a while before turning to the wary-looking General. “Relax, I just happened to be passing by and wanted to chat.”

“Passing by at this hour?” The General gritted her teeth.

“Yes, I couldn’t sleep.” Teest held his chin and poured himself a cup of tea. “I have a little worry and wanted to consult a ‘normal person’.”

“Don’t flatter me,” the General said warily.

“I thought that tying someone down would keep them with me, but in the end, they still left,” Teest began. “Of course, by that time, our goals would have been met. I had accepted that outcome from the beginning. But it still doesn’t sit well with me.”

The General frowned. “There are times you can’t keep someone? Dead or alive, you always find a way. You didn’t…”

“It’s called fear of loss,” Painter interjected with a smile, tilting his head to avoid the teacup saucer Teest threw his way—which embedded itself in the wall. Its edges shimmered with a dark glow.

The General took a deep breath. “The only things that bind people are emotions or interests. You can’t give emotions, so think about interests. Goodbye and goodnight. I’d prefer not to see you again.”

“I’m aware of that. Unfortunately so is the other party,” Teest said with a grievance, staying put in his chair. “I provided emotional support and benefits, but I’m still not happy.”

The General: “……”

The General: “…So why are you suddenly unhappy?”

Teest thought for a moment. “Tonight, I confirmed his intentions. His response was exactly as I had expected. He has decided to return to his homeland after solving the problem.”

The General took a deep breath. “Isn’t it good that things are going as expected? What are you fussing about—”

“Because he didn’t say he’d take you with him,” Painter interjected with enthusiasm.

Teest’s smile vanished, reappearing on the General’s face.

“Care to elaborate?” the General poured herself a drink.

“He’s special.” Teest shifted the topic, not aiming anything at Painter’s throat this time. “After achieving my goal, my interest in him may not necessarily wane… I’ve recently discovered these seem to be two different matters.”

The General raised her cup to Teest from a distance, the gems on her gloves sparkling. “My answer remains the same. Offer more emotion or more benefits. If you can’t manage the former, focus on the latter… or perhaps combine the two.”

She winked awkwardly at Teest.

After contemplating for a couple of seconds, Teest nodded seriously. “That’s a good idea.”

He took out an expensive magical item from his pouch, placing it by the teacup, then stood up and left, humming a tune.

The General helplessly watched Teest’s retreating figure.

She recognized the magic pocket watch on the table, rumored to be one of the Eternal Church’s treasures. This kid really got a lot of stuff through the ‘Time Reversion Potion’. The watch was worth three times what she’d lost that evening. However…

“I think he missed my hint. Was I too subtle?” The General sighed. “I can’t just tell him, ‘Hey, it’s time for you to use that appearance and physique of yours.’ We may be of different genders, but I don’t want to sexually harass the Mad Monk.”

“I think he missed it too, but it’s more interesting this way.” Painter swirled his empty wine glass. “Could I get a refill, madam?”

“Of course, if you’re willing to share the mercenaries’ experiences.” The General gestured to her tall servant. “Go. Release the backup batch of monsters. They’ll clean up the corridor themselves.”

The work of the Drifting Mercenaries was filled with valuable intel. The two chatted pleasantly till dawn. Painter, with a friendly smile, downed five of the General’s treasured bottles.

“It was a pleasant evening.” Painter stood up. “Next, we plan to visit near Bissus…”

Bang, bang, bang!!!

There was another series of noises coming from the monster corridor. Moments later, a man covered in blood and viscera stood at the entrance. He cast several cleansing spells on himself and then cautiously entered the room.

The person, wearing a simple black cloak, had a staff in his hand that resembled an ordinary cane.

“My apologies for the disturbance,” Nol said politely. “I’d like to purchase some additional medical supplies.”

The General’s gaze drifted towards the monster corridor, remaining silent for a long moment. Painter bowed to the two of them and quickly exited.

“Good morning, Master of Paradise.”

The General’s smile gradually distorted. “Why aren’t you with the Mad Monk?”

Nol hesitated for a moment, making sure that Painter really left, then he cleared his throat somewhat formally. “Apart from matters of collaboration, I also have some questions about the Mad Monk that I’d like to ask you.”

“…What happened to him?”

“Nothing.” Nol shook his head. “I just want to know more about him.”

“You can ask him directly. As I said, I don’t even consider him a friend—”

“Weren’t you the Supplement Demon who escaped with him back in the day?” Nol asked bluntly.

The General turned her mismatched eyes, silently staring at Nol.

“Please don’t misunderstand. I have no intention of prying into your affairs and will offer adequate compensation.”

Nol hesitated for a moment, choosing the most suitable wording. “I just want to consult an observer’s perspective to ensure our collaborative relationship remains strong.”

“Go ahead.” The Master of Paradise wasn’t someone she could afford to offend, so she could only respond weakly.

Can you please spare me, you bastards.


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Full Server First Kill Ch85

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 85: Alva’s Dinner

[It wasn’t a test. You’ve been recognized.]

Teest placed his hands on Nol’s shoulders, resembling a solid spirit behind him. [Truly deserving of the title ‘Golden Sword’. His discernment is sharp.]

It seemed that Mr. Enbillick Alva’s rise from being a wanderer to his current stature wasn’t just due to luck and business acumen.

Having just completed a time-travel journey, God knows how much Nol wanted to find an inn and sleep. His favorability towards Billy gradually decreased, like seeing a boss suddenly announcing overtime.

Nol steadied himself and simply took off his hood. “Yes, sir. My brother happens to be away. He’s waiting for me to return for dinner. You can chat with Mr. Painter. I’ll take my leave first.”

Golden Sword Billy apparently knew the former Pope Painter. It was now up to Mr. Painter to divert the attention.

Painter quickly intervened. “Yes, you see, this gentleman also happens to be busy. It’s not appropriate for me, an outsider, to stay with your close-knit family. Thank you for your hospitality. We can meet again next time.”

Billy’s smiling eyes flickered between the two for a few seconds. “That’s a shame… By the way, you two should be careful. The auction lost the ‘Time Reversion’ potion, and mercenaries are searching throughout the city.”

Nol: “.…..”

Painter: “.…..”

“I guess you two are new here. Even if you have identity proof, you might still face trouble. Wait, your identifications are fake, right? You must be careful!” Billy earnestly said.

Painter, with a warm and perfect smile, responded, “I suddenly feel like having grilled ribs and onion bread. Sorry to bother you.”

[Is this guy okay?] Nol wondered.

They had the “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, so they didn’t really care about being chased. But if they refuse here, Billy would 200% guess that they have a way to “completely avoid the patrollers”.

[Follow him. I want to see what he’s planning,] Teest hummed. [I’ll deal with that shield later. Let’s eat first.]

“I’ll join,” Nol responded slowly. “You’re still so generous.”

[I hope the grilled ribs come with apple mash.] Behind Nol, Teest wished with great anticipation.

Billy’s residence was surprisingly modest.

But to put it another way, just looking at the house, Nol would guess it belonged to a slightly affluent commoner. “Golden Sword” Billy’s mansion in the big city of Grape Collar was almost like the Flama family’s neighborhood residence.

A small yard, a cozy two-story house, and windows filled with warm honey-like light. As soon as the door opened, the aroma of hot food wafted out.

The first floor was the living room. By the fireplace on the west side of the living room, the food on the dining table was fresh out of the pot. The onion bread gave off a scorching aroma, and the ribs on the iron plate sizzled. The table also had slightly burnt potatoes paired with roasted chicken, small duck tarts sprinkled with tomato and fried basil, plus a colorful vegetable soup.

Teest was pleased to find apple mash as a side dish on the table. The accompanying drink was juice mixed with soda, and he didn’t smell any alcohol.

Billy’s wife, Avra, took off her apron and greeted them with a smile.

“Daddy!” “Dad!”

Two kids stumbled towards the porch. Billy bent down, laughing, and wrapped one child in each arm. “Kids, we have guests today!”

“Guests!” The children shouted in his arms, turning to look at Painter and Nol following Billy.

“Yes, daddy’s important guests. Did mommy feed you pumpkin milk porridge? How about going to bed early, hm?”

“Okay!”

“Sorry, it’s a bit messy here.” After ushering the kids upstairs, Billy, removing his coat, casually walked back. “We had just cleaned up five minutes ago, and those two little rascals will mess it up.”

Nol sat at the table, while Teest lazily leaned against the back of his chair.

[There are at least fifty protective magical items in this room.] Teest was amazed. Any one of them was worth more than this house. [No wonder this guy had the confidence to bring people home.]

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Avra,” Painter said, lifting her hand and giving a standard hand kiss. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a sumptuous dinner.”

Avra, smiling radiantly, said with a heavy accent in the common language, “You’re too kind, Mr. Painter.” When her gaze met Nol’s, her eyes widened slightly. “You are…”

“The young man we saved that day.” Billy smiled. “He’s with Painter, so I invited him over. Sir, would you like to introduce yourself again?”

“Ross.” Nol bluntly gave the fake name.

Billy simply hummed. “Eat while it’s hot. Try my wife’s cooking.”

Nol bravely picked up the fork, and the real battle began.

He had to avoid the gazes of Avra and Billy from across the table while feeding food to Teest. Even though the couple didn’t notice Teest, it was still a highly challenging task. If he wasn’t careful, he might be seen as a madman performing with cutlery in someone else’s house.

Watching Nol sneakily feed the Mad Monk, Painter suppressed several laughs with a cough.

“Why are you going to such lengths?” Drawing Billy’s attention, Painter’s voice flowed like a gentle stream. “Mr. Alva, you don’t need to take care of a minor thug like me—I suppose the renowned Alva Merchant Group wouldn’t need the services of the Drifting Mercenary Group.”

“You must have many enemies eyeing your courtyard. Hosting us tonight might stir gossip.”

“It’s been many years since we last met, hasn’t it?” Billy tore a piece of onion bread, sharing half with his wife. “We knew each other when you were still at the Temple of Life. A friendship of twenty-one years, aren’t I allowed to host an old friend?”

Nol’s ears perked up, slowing his actions. Teest quietly scratched his earlobe, prompting Nol to stealthily grab another rib.

Painter laughed naturally. “That was in our younger days.”

“Don’t say that. I’ve always admired you,” Billy said, raising his fruit soda. “The first apostate Chosen One, and such a heavyweight figure. If I had been in your shoes back then, I might not have had your courage. It’s a shame no one else has done anything as exciting since then.”

Nol, while eating baked potatoes, shook his head secretly in his heart.

Twelve years ago, another Chosen One betrayed God and became the infamous Mad Monk. Coincidentally, he’s now sneaking around eating ribs at your dining table.

He glanced anxiously at Mrs. Avra. Billy’s comments were rather heretical, and he was unsure how she would react…

“My wife is just a common believer. Her devotion to the gods is less than her interest in fresh vegetables.” Catching Nol’s gaze, Billy grinned. “I personally don’t believe in such things either. Don’t be too formal, young man.”

“You and your wife’s love story is widely known.” Painter took over the conversation. “Wasn’t our first meeting because of that?”

“Really?”

Nol immediately looked on with bright, curious eyes. Please, continue the conversation and don’t focus on me.

Teest’s actions also slowed. He leaned into Nol’s shoulder, and their heads nearly tilted at the same angle.

“Yes, Mrs. Avra was originally a slave from a foreign country with a tragic background. Mr. Billy rescued her from the slaver group. When they wanted to marry, they faced strong opposition from Duke Alva…”

Duke Alva vehemently disapproved of the marriage.

At the time, Billy was emerging as a prominent figure. Duke Alva was looking to arrange a suitable marriage for him. Avra, being a former slave, wasn’t highly educated and couldn’t even speak the common language.

The idea of his adopted son marrying such a woman nearly made the Duke faint from rage. He publicly declared in front of the entire Alva family that he would only accept their marriage if the Pope himself officiated it.

[And then, Painter resigned because he was annoyed?] Nol turned to Teest, curious.

Teest stifled a laugh and shook his head vigorously.

In fact, something within Painter had never changed. Upon hearing of this, Painter, who was then the Pope, willingly stepped forward and happily officiated the wedding.

“I remember, back then, Mrs. Avra had just come of age.” Painter reminisced. “The love of young people is truly heartwarming…”

“I didn’t expect it to go so smoothly,” Billy said with a chuckle while shaking his glass. “Most people would’ve been wary of the relationship between the Temple and the Alva Group and would’ve never helped me out.”

“That’s also why I couldn’t hold that position for long.” Painter took a bite from a chicken leg, rather ungracefully.

Billy also took a piece of chicken. “I’ve heard rumors… about the Flama family incident… Rumor has it that you couldn’t accept the church’s tacit approval of people’s actions.”

Nol paused with his fork.

Did the Pope renounce the faith twenty-one years ago because he couldn’t stomach the atrocities against Teest’s family?

“Seeing too much filth, that was just the last straw.” With a clang, Painter threw the chicken bone onto the plate. “So, Mr. Alva, did you invite me over just to reminisce about the past?”

“I’m just very curious about a former Chosen One,” Billy replied.

“Theoretically speaking, I’m still a Chosen One by God.” Painter laughed. “Shamefully, my concept of ‘God’s Chosen One’ isn’t quite the same as ordinary people—’God’s Chosen One’ should rather be people choosing God. Does it matter if God exists or not? And does it matter if one believes or not?”

Billy chewed on his chicken, raising an eyebrow. “You really are blasphemous.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” Painter bared his teeth and stabbed his fork towards the ribs again. Despite all his talk, his pace of eating meat hadn’t slowed down at all.

[The Chosen One is someone who chooses God? Interesting thought,] Teest said. [Then I choose you, honey.]

Nol choked on his vegetable soup, coughing till his face turned red.

[I’m really curious about his oracle.] Nol tried to change the subject in his mind while handing Teest a piece of duck meat pie.

Teest hummed, biting the tip of the fork. [I’m curious too. How about we set fire to the Immortal Church here?]

[…Just eat your food.]

They actually ate quite peacefully afterwards. Billy seemed to have invited the two just for a meal. Throughout the dinner, it was mainly Billy and Painter conversing back and forth. The probing Nol had imagined never occurred.

“…Something happened at the auction. I’ll be leaving Grape Collar in a few days.” Billy sighed. “I originally wanted to buy that ‘Time Reversion Potion’, but I guess it wasn’t meant to be.”

Painter, nibbling on the last rib bone, pretended he heard nothing. Billy turned to Nol. “What do you and your brother plan to do? If you want, the job offer at the jewelry store still stands!”

“No thanks,” Nol said lightheartedly. “We want to explore other places.”

“That’s a pity.” Billy lowered his eyebrows. “Oh yes, try not to go to the Black Forest. There’s a group called ‘Paradise’ that has emerged recently. The Temple is still assessing the danger. All merchant groups have to detour for now.”

“Thank you for the warning.” Nol continued to force a smile. In fact, ‘Paradise’ wasn’t a big deal—it was just a small community from another world. As far as he knew, the members of Paradise were busy farming.

Billy looked at him meaningfully for a while, then turned to Painter, continuing the casual conversation. “I’ve heard that something’s happening at the border between New Gemino and the Shiva territory. The people from the Temple of Life are gathering there.”

“Ah? I’ll need to pick a new route then,” Painter muttered. “I don’t want to run into them.”

Teest looked at Billy for a while, stole a potato tip with Nol’s fork, and poked Nol. [Ask him about it. He’s hiding something.]

“What happened over there, if you don’t mind sharing?” Nol cleared his throat and aggressively speared a piece of potato.

Billy shrugged. “I heard that the Demon King’s corruption is spreading rapidly, and monsters have become very rampant. I don’t know much beyond that. The Alva Merchant Group never ventures to such places.”

With that, he looked at his wife with a smile.

“Avra, you can bring the dessert now—you must try it. It’s a new product from the ‘Good Blessing Bakery’. We poached a great chef from Whitebird City!”

Nol tensed up immediately, fearing another plate of peach cupcakes. Fortunately, Avra brought large peach jellies accompanied by homemade orange cookies.

Billy personally served a cup in front of Nol.

“Please, enjoy,” he said with a smile.

……

At midnight, Nol crashed headfirst into his inn pillow. The meal had been exhausting—gathering information, feeding Teest, and acting all in one. Being an introverted techie, his socializing cells were nearly drained.

“That Golden Sword Billy—why does he feel like a messaging NPC.” Nol mumbled with his face buried in the pillow. “Talking to him feels like you might get some strange quest at any moment.”

Now he was completely honest with Teest, speaking freely. This feeling was simply amazing.

When talking to neighbors, he always had to gauge their mental state. With Teest, he had no such concerns. After all, considering the Mad Monk’s mental state, any change was considered an “improvement”.

“He’s selling you a favor.” Teest stood by the bed, moving his shoulders. “The former Pope, needless to say, might have guessed that you are the Master of Paradise. After all, you’ve met before.”

Nol sat up in shock. “Is that even possible?”

“Merchants live on information. That guy’s nose might be sharper than an Investigation Knight.” Teest threw himself onto the bed, lying beside Nol. “Alright, honey, we’ll talk about these minor things tomorrow—I want a bedtime story.”

“…Huh?”

“About ‘Tahe’, the story you promised.” Teest turned to Nol. Only one oil lamp was lit in the room, but those golden eyes shone brighter than any flame.

“Okay, what would you like to hear?” Nol chuckled. “The design concept, production anecdotes—anything is fine.”

Teest moved closer, eyes narrowing. “Then, let’s start with the novice village.”

“I have to think about where to start. Oh, did you know? Actually, that tavern…”

Nol recounted freely.

He told Teest about the NPCs that should have existed, described the discarded drafts, and hummed the background music that should have been played with flutes and harps… The surroundings seemed to transform from a dim inn to a sunny office.

And he was joyfully sharing his world.

The feeling of exhaustion faded, and his spirit seemed to be rejuvenated. Even as his mouth got dry from talking, Nol’s mood lightened, and his eyes sparkled with laughter.

Teest knew well the different states of a person.

For instance, he knew that at this moment, Nol was completely off guard. He leaned in, blissfully talking about the origins of this world.

Teest listened carefully, observing even more intensely. His gaze followed every movement, every inch of skin. Without realizing, Nol’s hands played with Teest’s hair tips, his entire focus evident. The black strands swayed with his breath, and the faint lines on his soft, rosy lips became more visible. When he got excited, a blush painted his face, and Teest could hear his slightly accelerated heartbeat.

No different from an ordinary human.

A beautiful young man, yet speaking of the deep truths of the world. The scene was both madly captivating and enchanting.

Teest couldn’t help but reach out.

Like ripe fruit bending a branch, offering itself to a thirsty traveler, it was undeniably an enticing invitation.

Taking a deep breath, Teest’s hand finally rested on Nol’s arm.

Even though he jokingly called Nol a god, in reality, even Nol himself was unclear about his status.

Though they seemed inseparable at this moment, Teest still yearned to know more, to understand better. To wash away the superficial mysteries and unveil the truth would be the perfect time.

But it wasn’t the right time yet.

So, his hand simply caressed Nol’s arm, feeling the ambiguous warmth. Nol’s storytelling paused for a moment, and his voice got softer. He didn’t shy away.

Shoulders, arms, the back of the hand. Every finger, fingertip, waist.

Teest’s touch was very light. It was hard to tell if he was caressing a lover, a trophy, or a treasure.

“…When designing the specialty bread, we discarded several drafts…”

Nol’s voice got softer, and just as he decided to halt the topic and address the wandering hand, Teest sat up.

“I guess you’re thirsty.”

He touched Nol’s hair.

“It’s time to prepare the Eclipse Shield.”


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Full Server First Kill Ch84

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 84: Teest

For the Eternalist from the future, the scene before them was nothing less than the apocalypse.

Everything was burning. Murals were peeling off, idols were incinerated, and the bodies of the cultists were indistinguishable from the remains of the Supplement Demons. With the situation clear and the main culprit gone, all they should do was leave.

But they simply couldn’t.

The scorching air distorted their vision, and suddenly a massive magic circle appeared in the hall.

The deceased griffin and Supplement Demon vanished in the light, which was then filled with countless golden threads. They moved through the flames and thick smoke, precisely breaking through the protective magic, binding and cutting their bodies.

Some tried to flee the scene; others used weapons to resist this unseen enemy. However, the golden threads mercilessly reaped everything, and was as hard to shake off as a shadow.

Until their deaths, they never realized that the tiny perpetrator was close by.

Teest tightly controlled the golden threads, with his eyes solely on Nol. Whether it was the Lord of Whitebird City, the hunter in the forest, or the queen of the Succubi, they all accepted their fate and only then chose their own ways to struggle, mostly by exploiting loopholes.

That was the domain of the gods. Mortals could only survive in the gaps, wearing shackles and trying to make the best of their situation.

But just now, right in front of him, Nol fooled fate.

The omniscient Lich, even in the face of God, never bowed. Nol, a visitor from another world, cared immensely about the lives on the Tahe continent. He commanded magic as if it was a part of his body… Nol wasn’t just an insignificant participant. He seemed more like a loving creator of it all.

This explanation made the most sense, and it was the most thrilling. Teest felt heat all over. How many years had it been since he felt this excited?

[The loyal servant will witness a miracle and he will die under God’s gaze.]

If Priest Bonds witnessed the terrifying miracle of “resurrection”, then the corresponding “God’s gaze” couldn’t simply hint at his death in the church. If, just if, this witnessing “God” was truly present…

“You understand all of this too well. You care about it all too much,” Teest said sweetly while the air around burned, but nothing compared to the excitement in his soul at that moment. “That so-called game was actually created by you… You created this world, right?”

Before Nol could recover from the joy of saving someone, he turned around in the burning church.

The church’s interior was lit with fire, but the dawn outside the door was even brighter. The open door frame looked like a picture frame, embedding Nol in a painting with a vivid red background.

‘Such a gentle red,’ Teest thought. ‘Not the red of flames or the red of flesh and blood.’

“Why don’t you answer me?” he whispered.

Nol shifted a bit, took a few deep breaths, and nodded sheepishly.

He admitted it.

Teest laughed joyfully. He had made himself a part of Nol, and who would’ve thought that in less than an hour, Nol would also become a part of him—the truth he desperately sought about God and the world was inevitably connected to Nol, the Creator.

Wasn’t this more useful than exchanging rings and kisses? Nothing could ever separate them now.

Seeing Teest’s strange demeanor, Nol awkwardly waved his hand. “I know what you’re thinking. I have nothing to do with the ‘gods’.”

“You know my power, and I’m clueless about the current situation. I only have knowledge that’s two hundred years outdated. I just wanted to say, um…”

“You wanted to say a ‘God’ wouldn’t be this powerless,” Teest interjected understandingly.

“Exactly,” Nol replied, wiping his face smeared with ash and blood. “And I’m quite sure I didn’t create you, nor did I create the Goddess of Life and the Eternal Son.”

Teest retracted the blood-stained golden threads, leisurely wrapping them up. “If you say so, then so be it—honey, when this is over, you’ll have to tell me more stories of Tahe.”

Nol visibly relaxed. “No problem. About what happened with Little Piel earlier…”

“I heard the system prompt, probably because we’re ‘teammates’.” Teest shrugged, a playful glint still in his eyes. “I can roughly guess your approach. You don’t have to explain.”

With that, he tapped his heel on the shadow below him. “Ben!”

The shadowy wolf, reminiscent of a mischievous pup, crept out. Teest gracefully mounted the creature and extended his hand to Nol. “We should focus on the task at hand. If we wait any longer, the data on the Eclipse Shield will be burned to ashes.”

“Huh?!”

Nol, snapping back to reality, quickly glanced at the corpse of Priest Bonds. He had been so engrossed in rescuing people that he forgot about it. The prophecies of the Chosen Ones had already turned to ash.

Nol’s expression fell, and his lips tightened, looking somewhat disheartened. He hesitated, glancing at the ashes several times, before finally taking Teest’s hand.

With his magic drained, Nol could only rely on his physical agility to mount the wolf. His coordination, however, was that of a typical office worker. If it weren’t for Teest’s quick reflexes, catching hold of his clothes, Nol would’ve slipped on the bloody floor.

Sitting atop the shadow wolf, Nol secured his staff on his back. He wrapped his arms tightly around Teest’s waist, fearing another fall.

Feeling the pressure on his waist and the just-right warmth of Nol, Teest exhaled deeply. The once subdued tremor of excitement surged through him once again.

No matter how much Nol denied, no matter how weak he appeared, this “Creator” could be considered a False God. But it was fine. Teest never intended to revere gods anyway. If such an acknowledgment embarrassed Nol, it was best kept in his heart.

He was sculpting a god with his own hands. There was nothing more blasphemous and pleasurable than this.

Wait, maybe there was something else? Teest glanced at the hands intertwined around his waist.

What pleased him more was that this “god” happened to be Nol, his adorable Mr. Lich.

Such a familiar yet strange satisfaction. He hadn’t felt this since the death of his family.

…What was this feeling called again?

……

People often say that darkness inevitably follows glory. Nol understood this deeply.

He and Teest had a vigorous fight in the west hall of the Immortal Church, and then they picked up the garbage in the central tower of the church.

This tower stood somewhat independently and hadn’t yet been burned by the fire.

The battle between the Supplement Demons and the Eternalists was nearing its end. Occasionally, they encountered some Eternalists who were still alive, and Teest didn’t hesitate to deal with them. The crazed Supplement Demons left only corpses behind—after killing all living creatures in front of them, they would often kill themselves.

At the very top of the tower, the secret room of the archives had been smashed open by a Supplement Demon, creating an entrance covered in blood and eyeballs.

“I remember this place being hit.”

Teest cheerfully rummaged through the bricks and stones, stuffing items into his pouch without hesitation—the people of the Eternal Church used this place as a vault, storing not only valuable archives but also many precious materials and tools. Now, everything had found its way into the two’s pockets.

“You’re a genius.” Nol didn’t hesitate to praise. After all, who wouldn’t want more money?

However, the search for the archives was painful. It was evident that there had been a major battle between the guards and the Supplement Demons that entered. Now, the guards’ bodies were evenly scattered throughout the room, adding significant pressure to Nol’s search.

Fortunately, they were faster than the approaching fire. By the time the flames reached the base of the tower, Nol had found records of the location of the “Eclipse Shield”.

Reading the brief notes, Nol fell silent.

He had just defied fate, and now fate seemed to be giving him the middle finger in return.

“You have to admit, they did pick a good hiding spot.” Hours later, Teest remarked as they stood before their destination.

The Eclipse Shield was hidden in the ruins of the Flama family, deep within the basement. No one would ever approach here, and it was like an “under the light, yet in darkness” area for the Temple of Life.

Five human heads stood silently in the sunlight.

“That’s my parents—the one on the left is my father, and on the right, my mother. Everyone says I look like her.”

Teest pointed calmly at two of the skulls, their jaws wide open, with the hollow eye sockets seemingly still harboring traces of despair and pain. Pointed stakes held the lone skulls, and the rest of the corpses were long gone.

To the two little people, these five stakes seemed like five lonely towers.

“Over here are my siblings. The smallest one is my younger sister. I used to hold her a lot.”

Teest guided Nol under the shadow of his family’s skulls. Their silhouettes cast shadows on the ground, causing the two to walk in the transition between light and dark.

“I get why you’d torment the higher-ups of the Eternal Church,” Nol began, “but you seem quite tolerant of the Temple of Life.”

According to the old lady, it was the Temple of Life that directly killed Teest’s family.

“That old woman tells half-truths. If you’re always so gullible, one day you’ll be left with nothing.” Teest laughed, looking at him. “The real witness is right beside you. Why didn’t you just ask me?”

‘It’s not something a normal person would ask,’ Nol thought, trying hard not to roll his eyes.

“The idiots from the Eternal Church even made me watch,” Teest continued. “The ones who killed my family weren’t knights from the Temple of Life, but our kind neighbors from the Flama house. My father once fixed jewelry for them, and my mother exchanged recipes with them. They always greeted us with smiles on the streets.”

But when they found out the Flama family was “blasphemous” and “worshiped evil gods”, those friendly neighbors took up tongs, kitchen knives, and axes.

They trampled the carefully-tended garden, broke down the newly painted door, and dragged the respectable family out.

“By the time the Investigation Knights arrived, my family had been turned into a pulp, and their heads were already on the stakes. The crowd seemed to think that the more they hacked, the more blessings they’d receive from the Goddess of Life. Ah, they even called me the ‘Mad Monk’.”

Teest didn’t hide the sarcasm in his voice.

“The people of the Temple of Life came too late. By then, my home was burning fiercely, and my sister’s hair was already on fire. They just conducted a brief investigation and made some records.”

“The old man from the Eternal Church hoped I’d resent the Temple of Life. But I was more focused on something else—I was just captured by the Eternal Church, and then the news spread. Clearly, the situation was deliberately induced by them.”

“The Temple of Life, the Eternal Church. If I’m going to resent, I’d resent them equally,” the Mad Monk concluded seriously.

Nol didn’t know what to say.

Witnessing all of this firsthand would be enough to destroy the spirit of a normal seven-year-old child. But it seemed that Teest was inherently mad and saw through the Church’s tricks on the spot.

The Eternal Church was eagerly waiting for Teest to “bring endless destruction and chaos”. But for over a decade, the Mad Monk had been wreaking havoc and chaos on their tails every day… Picking such a Chosen One, did the Eternal Son have a masochistic streak?

“So that’s it,” Nol muttered. “No wonder you showcased the bodies like that. Your revenge is quite targeted.”

Teest stopped in his tracks.

“No, no, no. Showcasing the bodies isn’t about revenge, honey.”

Teest raised an eyebrow at Nol. “The Eternal Church burned down my home and killed all its members. So, I did the same to them. Killed all their members cleanly—my mother used to say, treat others as they treat you. Up to this point, my ‘revenge’ has ended.”

“Everything that follows is just investigation and entertainment. Look how well I combine them!”

‘Alright,’ Nol thought, choking back his words. He really couldn’t predict Teest’s train of thought.

Nol couldn’t help but touch his chest—Teest’s gold wheel was embedded in his flesh—a gift from his family, one of the treasures of the Mad Monk.

To this day, Nol felt more and more perplexed about Teest. When he showed concern, Teest would narrate his bloody past as if nothing had happened. Though he showed indifference, Teest gave him the last gift from his family for all these years for safekeeping.

Teest turned and continued leading the way, while Nol discreetly reached into his abdomen and took out the gold wheel.

He flipped the coin to the side with the scratches. Now it appeared that those weren’t just random marks but hastily carved letters. Nol consciously pieced them together to spell out five names and a date.

Thacker Flama. Edith Flama. Earl Flama. Sally Flama. Tina Flama.

702.3.2

The gold coin symbolized the sun.

People liked to inscribe the time of their loved ones’ deaths on gold coins so that the sunlight would forever warm their souls. Unfortunately, Teest’s family didn’t have any funeral rituals or even a burial.

So, the young Mad Monk also engraved the names of his family on the coin. It was both a blessing and a tiny tombstone—a golden tombstone burying five people.

Nol examined the coin, and suddenly he noticed something. His fingers tightened slowly.

The first letters of the five names were capitalized, forming a familiar phrase—

T.E.E.S.T

The young Teest lost his real name forever, so he gave himself a new one.

Nol buried the coin back into his flesh, pondered for a few seconds, then walked up and grabbed Teest’s hand. The latter turned in surprise.

“Let’s go, Teest,” Nol said.

‘No more weird nicknames, Nol thought. From now on, he decided to always call him by this name.

……

After finding the Eclipse Shield, Teest directly stuffed it into his waist pouch. Even though this simple pouch was enchanted with spatial magic, both of them still struggled a bit to fit everything in.

Fortunately, they secured the item, and afterward, they returned to the hideout they were originally at until the effects of the “Time Reversion” potion wore off.

The moment the potion’s effects faded, the world in front of them shimmered briefly. Nol felt dizzy, as if he had spun around thirty times on the spot, stumbling and ultimately falling into Teest’s arms.

They were back to their starting point in the year 723, on that lively night.

“Oh my, did I interrupt something?” A sneering voice echoed from the depths of the alley.

Nol’s hair stood on end. Just as he reached for his staff, he saw a familiar face—former Pope Mr. Painter was leaning against the wall with a skewer of roasted meat in his hand.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Teest asked with a smile, drawing his sword and keeping Nol beside him with his left hand.

“What? What? I’m just being responsible here!” Painter hastily bit into his skewer, raising both hands in surrender. “Don’t be so quick to draw your sword. It’s terrifying.”

“The potion was real. We returned alive,” Teest replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Anything else you need to confirm, sir?”

“No, not at all.” Painter quickly gulped down the skewer, coughing a bit in the process. “Thank you for your patronage. I hope to see you again.”

Nol, unable to resist, asked, “Another ‘Time Reversion’?”

“Besides this one.” Painter chuckled. “It’s not something as common as tomatoes in a garden. We might not have another one for a century.”

Nol: “I see…”

Painter gave a formal bow. “Consider your commission at your leisure. Just pass a message to ‘The General’ when you decide. I need to get some late-night snacks, so I’ll be leaving—”

“Eh, what are you doing here?” Before Painter could slip away, someone blocked the alley.

“Golden Sword” Billy leaned against the alley wall, scrutinizing Painter. His gaze passed over Teest, who urgently activated the “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, and settled on Nol, who pulled his hood down.

“Doing business, Captain?” Billy grinned.

“My business is just finished.” Painter hastily bowed. “I assume Lord Golden Sword wouldn’t have any commissions. I’ll take my leave.”

“It’s been so long. You don’t have to be so distant,” Billy remarked with regret. “Why not come over? My wife made amazing ribs and onion bread. We have too much.”

Painter paused in his steps. “The two of you?”

“Yes.”

Billy smiled slyly, looking at Nol. “This gentleman looks familiar. We met not long ago. Is your ‘brother’ not with you today?”


The author has something to say:

The origin of Teest’s name—

You can abandon the theory that Nol pinched and tested the serial number (?

Although there’s a meaning behind it, it’s not that one lol.


Kinky Thoughts:

Well, this was unexpected. What a misdirect.


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Full Server First Kill Ch83

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 83: You

Nol responded to the kiss unconsciously—it felt more like a taste of victory than a kiss. Teest kissed him with focus and delight, their warm breath dispelling the surrounding stench of blood.

Tiny sparks danced on their lips, and a shiver rolled down Nol’s body, making his heels go numb. Like clinging to a piece of driftwood, he reached out and wrapped his arms around Teest.

Pleasure, desire, distress, curiosity, shock…

Emotions rained down on him like a storm, penetrating deep into his mind.

Behind the adult Teest stood the young Teest, silently gazing down at his hands, cut by golden threads, standing beside a headless corpse.

Golden flames spread to the hall on the west side. The blood-streaked golden threads seemed to be part of those flames, captivating anyone who looked their way.

In the flickering flames, Nol thought hazily, ‘Teest has had true Player privileges for over a decade…’ 

‘How is that possible?’

Nol had some vague guesses about the young Teest.

The young Teest didn’t wear a Player’s earring and wasn’t like a normal Player.

Nol suspected that “Teest gained monster recovery skills through potions”. Perhaps some unlucky Player transmigrated and was made into a potion for a Supplement Demon.

723 years after the Players arrived, the system officially started. A bug in the system mistakenly identified Teest, who had Player skills, as a “Player”, granting him true Player privileges.

This theory seemed plausible. But now, all his speculations had been overturned.

The “full recovery” was a passive skill of a Player that could be hindered by debuffs, but “resurrection” wasn’t a skill.

No game would ever write “after a Player dies, they can restart the game” as a skill. This power belonged solely to the system and couldn’t exist independently from it.

The only explanation was that the system had existed for a long time. Teest’s Player privileges—whether complete or not—were recognized by the system at least twelve years ago.

Or maybe even earlier, before the young Teest became a Supplement Demon? Or perhaps from the moment of Teest’s birth?

The Flama family seemed merely human. The mystery of Teest’s privileges must be deeply related to the truth about the “system”.

Nol finally closed his eyes, tasting a faint sweet and metallic flavor in their deep kiss.

…The Mad Monk had achieved his goal once again.

Nol’s lips tingled from the long kiss, his temperature and breath became inseparable from the other’s, and his mind was filled with everything about Teest.

Both body and spirit were bitten and kissed by the same person, as if being corroded.

When the kiss ended, both were slightly out of breath. Teest kissed the tip of Nol’s nose and said, “It’s time.”

As he spoke, the young Teest behind him fell weakly. The swirling shadows on the ground vanished, leaving only the blazing golden fire. Burning wood and decorations fell from the ceiling onto the scattered bodies below.

Little Piel finally closed his wide-open mouth and hurriedly fluttered his wings to support Teest. The young Teest’s body was limp, completely unconscious.

Piel tried to carry Teest on his back, but the body kept sliding down. Piel adjusted his position, draping Teest’s arm around his neck.

“Miss, let’s run,” he said urgently to the four-legged girl.

“Alright… the protective magic… should be lifted,” she replied as she made her way towards the small door that led to freedom.

But in Piel’s eyes, she seemed to be turning back into the church. There must be an enemy spell at the exit. Piel hurriedly quickened his pace, blocking the four-legged girl’s path.

“Follow me,” he said anxiously, the purple of his Eye of Truth particularly vivid. “Trust me and come with me!”

With that, he hurriedly ran towards the exit he saw—a side door hidden under layers of illusion.

The four-legged girl hesitated for a few seconds before deciding to turn back. The adult Teest took Nol’s hand, and they headed in the same direction.

As they maneuvered past armor, corpses, and monster limbs, the light seemed to get closer…

Clang—!

The armor next to the side door shook, and a sword fell for the third time, landing near Piel’s feet.

The side door opened once again.

About a dozen Eternalist entered, wearing black robes and masks, with layers of protective magic surrounding them. Piel shrank back in fear, almost dropping the unconscious Teest.

But, strangely, they didn’t seem to want to stop them.

The cultists split into two lines, walking into the fiery chaos like a stream splitting around a rock. They positioned themselves at various points in the burning church, silently observing everything—especially Teest, who Piel was supporting.

“Observers from the future,” the adult Teest whispered in Nol’s ear. “They actually wasted so much ‘Time Reversion Potion’ on me. I’m almost flattered.”

Nol murmured, “How can you be sure?”

“Because they are all killable,” Teest whispered back. “Do you have a better suggestion, honey?”

Nol touched his lips, realizing that they couldn’t let these cultists go since they had seen the faces of the young Teest and Piel. Even if they couldn’t change the past, they could potentially cause trouble in the future.

He sighed. “Don’t let them go. Act after the children have left.”

Piel moved forward nervously, his energy drained, and with Teest’s heavy unconscious body, they were slow. Eyes from every direction were fixed on Piel’s back, as if waiting for something.

Finally, the three of them arrived in front of the wide-open side door.

Little Piel carefully stepped over the sword on the ground. At that moment, mixed in with the crackling of burning sounds, there was a soft “puff” noise.

The chandelier at the entrance of the hall snapped from its rope, falling straight towards the group, drawing many eyes downward with it.

It was an incredibly ancient chandelier, with sharp spikes protruding from its base, resembling an inverted crown.

Everything happened so fast—too fast for one to react. In the light reflected by the sword, Little Piel had just enough time to make one move—

He turned around, shielding Teest and pushing the girl beside him. With all his might, he lunged, trying to push the two out of the chandelier’s range.

He succeeded, as the three of them tumbled to the floor not far away. But he failed too. Little Piel forgot how long his body now was—the griffin half of him couldn’t move away in time and was brutally crushed by the chandelier, blood gushing everywhere.

In this gruesome scene, he merely added a layer of brightness to the dark bloodstains.

As he fell, a look of surprise was still evident on Little Piel’s face. He landed on his side, his eyes fixed on Teest and the four-legged girl. Just then, a weak Teest managed to open his eyes, meeting Little Piel’s gaze.

The cultists from the future hid amongst the flames and smoke, and the young Teest didn’t notice them. His eyes scanned the standing Eternalists, the open side door, and Piel’s body impaled by the chandelier.

“What a pity,” he mouthed, struggling to prop himself up.

Knowing many ways to torture, he naturally knew which wounds could be healed and which could not.

The four-legged girl also got up. With her mismatched eyes, she looked at Piel for a moment, then slightly bowed her body, as if paying respects. “May your departure… be painless…” she said hoarsely.

More debris fell with a rustling sound, and gold flames charred corpses everywhere. The air became scaldingly thick, emitting a pungent stench of burning.

This time, the tearful Piel didn’t cry. With the massive loss of blood, his eyes became more and more distant. He lay still, his breathing increasingly shallow, as if unable to grasp the reality.

The moment Nol realized Little Piel was injured, he immediately cast a healing spell.

But magic wasn’t omnipotent. The rate of flesh recovery couldn’t catch up with the speed of blood loss, and the boy’s life was rapidly leaving his body.

Nol gripped his staff, attempting to heal with more concentrated, advanced magic. But fate intervened again, as if Death itself stood by Little Piel’s side, pushing away Nol’s hand.

It ended up like this after all.

Little Piel was destined to come to this Immortal Church, destined to become a Supplement Demon, just to save the frail young Teest at this moment.

Piel had to live up to this moment, and only up to this moment. A Supplement Demon with the Eye of Truth was too unique, and if he survived, he would severely disrupt the established past.

Fate truly was cruel and comical.

“Goodbye, Griffin Knight,” the young Teest murmured, shifting his gaze away from Little Piel.

He helped the four-legged girl and moved towards the door without looking back.

Their silhouettes disappeared into the light, leading to freedom. Outside, it was already dawn. The morning light shimmered as the darkness receded.

Little Piel couldn’t even lift his hand. He strained his eyes and finally found Nol and Teest not far away.

“Mr… Fairies…” Amid the flames, he called out in an almost inaudible voice.

“I want candy…” It seemed Little Piel realized his predicament, but he didn’t scream for help. Instead, he looked at the nearby sword with a faint longing. “It hurts so much…”

He deliberately lowered his voice, as if afraid the sword would mock him.

“You see, what did I say?” Teest pulled out a honey candy from his pouch. “This kid will become a Supplement Demon and then die on this day. I’ve been through all this. Don’t be sad.”

As he spoke, he placed the candy in Little Piel’s mouth.

“But you didn’t see the moment he died,” Nol whispered, stopping his healing magic.

“This kid isn’t a Player. With wounds like this, no one can save him.”

Teest stuffed the candy into Little Piel’s mouth, clapped his hands, and said, “Alright, let’s deal with these stupid spectators now… What are you doing?”

Nol pulled out a shiny little thing from his pocket.

It was a Player’s earring.

Teest recognized it. It was something Nol acquired from a Player’s corpse during the “Night of the Hunt” dungeon. Nol had been keeping it close ever since, and now it looked as tiny as a sesame seed.

“Didn’t I tell you? This belongs only to its respective Player. You can’t use it on him.”

“I know,” Nol said, placing the little golden earring on Piel’s fingertip.

It wasn’t over.

He just wanted to continue resisting, just like he wanted to finish off Crimson quickly.

After killing Crimson, Nol pondered fate’s reaction.

If he hadn’t acted, Crimson wouldn’t have let the young Teest see his “Player appearance”, thus avoiding future problems. But at that time, Crimson already planted his blood curse. He could’ve used illusions to mask his face and fake his death to escape.

However, if that happened, the interactions between Teest and Piel might not have gone as smoothly.

He changed a part of the past involving “key figure” Teest. But since his actions didn’t cause a significant impact, the laws of time didn’t outright kill him but just warned him with pain.

This minor interference might become a vague, somewhat specious memory in Teest’s mind.

Fate wasn’t absolute. It could be compromised.

So, he struggled till the end. Maybe the universe and time were the absolute truths, but the ‘system’ was also an unshakable rule of this world—a rule he wrote.

Using the earring as the core, Nol quickly wrote the code. If the young Teest could get Player privileges, why couldn’t Little Piel?

Teest didn’t kill anyone. He stayed by Nol’s side, greedily watching everything. Piel’s breathing became weaker and weaker, and his heartbeat faded away. Nol, no longer caring if his identity would be exposed, did everything in his power—

Erase the identity information inside the Player’s earring…

Reassign the owner identity of the Player’s earring…

Invoke the system’s basic ‘resurrection’ rights…

Fate remained silent.

With the earring at its center, the magical formation spread out like a spider web, almost covering the entire burning church. The power of the Dragon Corpse Notebook was almost exhausted. Nol bit his lip. After the formation lit up, those few seconds felt like centuries.

Fate remained silent.

Finally, Nol heard the familiar system prompt in his ear. It was still weak and slow, accompanied by a very blurred and disturbing noise.

[…Received Player identity call request…]

[…Applicant confirmed…]

[…Sorry, your current power is insufficient. You cannot use developer rights temporarily…]

Damn it! Nol nearly snapped his staff in frustration. Piel’s breathing had stopped, and his heartbeat was barely audible.

Without wasting any time, Nol quickly rewrote the magic.

Remove the complete rights application. Only partial Player rights will do…

[…Sorry, your current power is insufficient…]

Excluding the “resurrection” right, giving up all other rights…

[…Sorry, your current power is insufficient…]

Further modify the “resurrection” count, reducing it to one…

[…Sorry, your current power is insufficient…]

Drenched in sweat, Nol tasted blood on his lips. Candle Kando looked at Nol with full attention.

…Is it just because he was too weak? Was he supposed to be able to do it?

Nol looked at Piel in despair.

[…The purpose of your request has been analyzed. Do you need system hints?] The system’s weak voice echoed again.

“Yes!” Nol almost shouted.

[…A solution has been retrieved from the database… In the case of insufficient power of the applicant, it is recommended to adopt ‘system hosting’ to a designated living body…]

[…This mode will retain all the current states of the target. You can choose a more suitable environment to deactivate the hosting, or…]

With interrupted voices, the code on the ground changed on its own, transforming into a brand new magical formation.

Without waiting for the full introduction, Nol thrust his staff onto the formation, using the last of his power to activate it.

The earring on Piel’s fingertip emitted a dazzling golden light, spreading rapidly over Piel’s body, engulfing him.

When the light dispersed, only blood stains, a piece of candy, and a bloodied longsword remained.

[…Execution completed…]

[…Looking forward to meeting you again…]

Holding his staff with both hands, Nol barely supported his body. A smile curled on his lips, wanting to burst into laughter.

Once the “time reversion” effect wore off, they could return to the distant future twelve years later. He could release Piel in the Lost Tower. There, with Witch Lynn and former Dr. Julie and diverse neighbors in a perfect and stable environment, Piel could surely survive.

And the history of these twelve years would remain unchanged.

The evidence was that fate remained silent about everything.

Nol flipped off the raging flames. In the firelight, dark onlookers were faintly visible.

“Kill them, Teest,” Nol said. “I’m sorry. I’m out of magic and can’t help.”

Teest stood still. It was hard for Nol to describe the look on his face. He looked thrilled, like a high schooler who just received a bouquet of flowers on Valentine’s Day. The excitement on his face didn’t fade but became more obvious.

“Honey, you said you were just one of the lower participants in game design.”

He drew his long sword, and with a casual swing, the collapsing church was filled with a flurry of golden threads, and fresh bodies fell into the flames. Teest didn’t even look at the panicked visitors from the future. He just smiled and gazed at Nol.

“But now, I believe ‘you’ are lying.”


The author has something to say:

Little Piel, the candy before death, *smacking lips* *smacking lips*. Ah… what happened to it? (System interference)

Nol’s horse is shaky!


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Full Server First Kill Ch82

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 82: Gotcha!

Little Piel sprinted down the narrow corridor.

The mess created by the young Teest hadn’t spread yet. Everyone just saw Piel running out, and the alarm bells rang throughout the church almost immediately. Piel covered his ears, and his four legs moved at lightning speed. Instinctively, he fluttered his wings, gliding just above the ground.

Sure enough, patrolling guards followed. Countless spells were directed at Piel. But the corridor was so narrow that the spells only resulted in explosions of light and smoke on the walls, without even touching a single feather of the griffin.

Nol stood on the griffin’s back, the glow of explosions reflecting in his eyes. Piel ran faster and faster, with the sound of crumbling buildings and whistling wind in his ears.

“More than one has escaped! They’ve all run out!” He heard someone shout from a distance. “Someone destroyed the cages. Quickly seal the church!”

“Turn on the first-level defense spell. Go and summon the high priest—”

The cultists were well-trained. Their formation in pursuing Little Piel didn’t immediately fall into chaos. Some trackers were diverted, presumably to capture other escaped creatures. Nol could feel a thick magical energy emanating from the ground. The Eternal Church now felt as if it was under an invisible glass dome, making one feel suffocated.

A powerful sealing spell allowed neither entry nor exit, ensuring no one could escape.

…The young Teest really didn’t want to let any of them go. Nol pinched his nose bridge with one hand.

Little Piel‘s body became scorching hot from running as he panted heavily. He ran dizzily in the maze-like corridors. Several times, he tried to fly out of the church windows but was mercilessly repelled by the sealing magic.

So, Little Piel had no choice but to keep circling in the long corridor.

More bizarre creatures appeared around the church.

They saw creatures resembling fleshy sea urchins rolling down the corridors, their wriggling tentacle-like arms tearing apart every guard in their path. When covered in torn flesh and entrails, it started tearing itself apart unconsciously.

They witnessed bloated creatures, all mouth, devouring the bones of the cultists and chewing on stone sculptures and golden candelabras. Sharp objects pierced its skin, and undigested food mixed with its entrails poured out. Yet, it kept eating mechanically.

……

They had all gone mad, utterly mad.

“On the evening of the first day you arrive, they cast a curse to make you forget your own name. If you survive, next, you’ll forget the names of your loved ones,” Teest kindly explained. “After that, those bastards gradually take away your memories, keeping only what they want. Those successfully brainwashed serve as slaves, while the insane ones continue as experimental subjects. The dungeon is basically a madhouse.”

He said this aloud so that Piel could also hear. Little Piel, frightened, had tears in his eyes, and slipped on the bloody marble floor. At one point, the child stepped on some entrails, skidding a great distance and almost knocking over a suit of armor.

Piel kept running frantically yet determinedly, like an antelope chased by a lion, turning every last drop of his energy into sweat. Nol could feel the heat from the fur beneath him.

Bitterness filled Nol’s mouth. The child was giving his all to survive, unaware of his fate.

The number of guards chasing them decreased, but something was always in pursuit—either cultists, guards, or indiscriminate, frenzied creatures.

Nol cast shields at opportune moments to protect Little Piel from the strange limbs reaching for him, and fate seemed indifferent to this.

It was evident that the young Teest was the protagonist of this event. To the world, Piel wasn’t as… significant.

Nol couldn’t help but turn his head to observe the adult Teest. He became increasingly curious about the prophecy Teest might carry.

Teest played with the tiny “Betrayer” that looked shorter than a toothpick. Compared to the guards, he seemed to be enjoying the chaos.

The agreed-upon thirty minutes felt like thirty years. Screams and roars echoed continuously as bizarre creatures and cultists tore each other apart. The corridors reeked of blood, as if soaked in it for centuries.

Finally, silence ensued. Through the blood-streaked windows, they saw a fire on one side of the church.

Golden-red flames tore through the night, greedily consuming the northern hall of the church. Nol gripped Little Piel’s fur tightly. Piel’s griffin heart pounded fiercely in his chest, and his fur felt scaldingly hot.

Here, Nol couldn’t see what Teest had done. He only saw the spreading golden fire, shadows of whirlpools on the originally dark walls, and magnificent stained-glass windows shattering one by one.

Astonishingly, amidst the vast vineyard, flames rose to the sky here, yet no one paid any attention. Merchants and craftsmen who were up early hurried past the side of the church, completely unaware of the destruction nearby.

It’s coming soon, isn’t it?

Whether it was the real purpose of Teest returning to the past or the ending of Little Piel.

Nol gripped the staff tighter, watching Piel, who was panting and running. He took a deep breath.

Golden flames burned towards their direction. Minutes passed, and in the light at the end of the corridor, Nol finally saw the figure of the young Teest.

His hair was covered in ashes, arms stained with blood, and had countless scratches on his legs, as if he wore crimson boots. He looked in terrible condition, so weak that he seemed to fall apart upon touch.

It wasn’t because of the wounds, Nol thought. The young Teest had cast magic he couldn’t bear. It was a typical situation of magical overdraw.

Following behind him was a girl who looked like a four-legged spider, covered in blood, as if she had just crawled out of a pool of blood.

Little Piel finally stopped running, his panting almost whistling. Realizing that Little Piel was still alive, the young Teest casually waved at him.

“The West Hall,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Go through the side door. I’ll lead the way.”

Little Piel looked worriedly at the boy who could barely stand, wanting to assist him, but was brushed off by the young Teest. Teest walked in front, and Piel could only follow behind with the four-legged girl.

Blood ignited into golden flames, and shadows swirled in a vortex. They walked a familiar path, with the exquisite murals depicting “miracles” consumed by the flames, leaving only a void of blackness.

Occasionally, cultists or monsters rushed forward. Whenever they approached within ten steps, a skinny arm emerged from the vortex, crushing the intruders.

With every swing of the arm, the young Teest’s face turned even paler. He looked like a translucent ghost. His once light footsteps became weak and feeble. Yet he didn’t seek help from anyone, continuing to walk with a terrifying sense of balance.

Until they reached the familiar West Hall.

In front of the side door stood a middle-aged man.

He was robust, with dozens of shiny black braids hanging behind his head, wearing the black ceremonial robes of the Eternal Church. Under the firelight, his skin appeared dark, like the beginning of a rotting corpse.

A particularly sharp gaze shot at the young Teest, causing the latter to tremble.

“As I suspected.” The man’s voice was filled with profound disappointment. “When the one who inexplicably wanted to see the prophecy disappeared, I knew something was amiss. Then the chaos in the demon dungeon, the destruction of the church… It was you, really you.” Holding a thick notebook in his arms, he spoke as if sighing.

​[Oh, this is Priest Bonds.]​ The adult Mad Monk patted Nol. [A devout God’s Chosen One. He was a strong candidate for High Priest back then—looking at him now, his face is still ever so annoying.]

“Good evening, Lord Priest Bonds.” The young Teest greeted with a sweet smile.

At the same time, the strange vortex extended to Priest Bonds’s feet. Accompanied by the sound of flesh being squeezed, the arm reached out from the vortex, trying to grab Priest Bonds from behind.

With a casual wave of his hand, Bonds emitted a dark red arc of electricity, and the withered arm suddenly stopped in mid-air, twitching uncontrollably.

“You were such an obedient child… You were meant to be the most perfect creation of the Eternal Son, destined for unparalleled glory.” Bonds approached Teest without looking back. “You shouldn’t have such rebellious thoughts. Where did our education go wrong?”

It was as if he couldn’t see the two people behind Teest, his eyes focused only on the young boy in front, speaking in a tone as if a father was scolding his son.

The young Teest took a step back, stepping on the slippery blood beneath, nearly slipping.

But the sweet smile on his face didn’t waver. “Names are like nails, and related memories are the threads secured by them. Without the nails, the threads come apart especially quickly. You all know this…”

As Teest spoke, he subtly glanced around, trying to find an escape route.

“The memory spell wouldn’t be flawed.” Bonds paused, intrigued by the topic.

“Yes, I’m just a pitiful child from a good family. I shouldn’t know what you would do to me.” Teest’s forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, clearly stalling for time while trying to think of a solution. “I just happened to remember my family’s names and retained a little bit of memory.”

“Lies. You had nothing to record with.” Bonds spoke sharply.

“Yes, you took everything from me, not even leaving the pebbles in my pocket,” the young Teest responded. “But even a pitiful child from a good family knows to hide a gold wheel beforehand. You would inspect my cage, but you wouldn’t peel off all my flesh to look… Well, that’s not quite accurate. There were a few times you almost found it.”

Towards the end, the young Teest’s breathing became uneven. Even Nol could tell he was purposely dragging out the conversation.

“A gold wheel? I see. The requiem ceremony from folktales…” Bonds frowned. “Did you engrave your family’s names and their death dates on it?”

“Yes. Who can blame me for only having this single gold wheel? Thankfully, I only need to carve the same date and can barely write it down.”

The young Teest whispered in response, his gaze sweeping over Bonds’s eyes, throat, and heart. “So how do you plan to punish me? Dissection, brainwashing, or moving cells?”

Both being God’s Chosen Ones, they naturally knew the rules—the Chosen Ones carried prophecies and were very hard to kill. But being hard to kill didn’t mean “unkillable”. After all, prophecies were mysterious. No one knew how they would manifest.

Therefore, the church often subjected them to brutal training but rarely truly tried to kill them.

Ironically, the prophecy of the Chosen One Bonds was public—

[The loyal servant will witness a miracle and he will die under God’s gaze.]

Now, being extremely weak, Bonds wouldn’t be too guarded. Escaping would be hard, but he could attempt a close-range sneak attack to kill Bonds instantly.

A Chosen One escaping and the Immortal Church being destroyed could perhaps be interpreted as a “miracle”. And if Bonds died in the church, it was almost the same as dying under God’s watchful eye.

This was an opportunity. The young Teest clenched his fists. This was his only remaining chance.

“I was indeed a bit impulsive.” The young Teest tried to step closer. “Will God forgive me, Lord Bonds?”

Behind him, Little Piel and the four-legged girl stood stiff as corpses, barely breathing.

Nol could sense the young Teest’s intent to kill. Perhaps Priest Bonds could too. Even knowing that Teest lived to adulthood, Nol’s hands turned cold.

“Come.”

The adult Teest grabbed his wrist, pulling Nol towards the floor. “The main event is next. We better watch closely.”

Teest’s hand trembled. Nol looked up to see Teest’s face—there was no fear, only strange excitement. The Mad Monk’s breathing became slightly rapid, his hand trembling with excitement.

So, Nol followed him, jumping to the floor near the young Teest’s feet.

Teest looked confident. Was the young Teest about to make a move? Nol swallowed nervously, watching intently.

Bonds lowered his arm, holding a notebook loosely. Nol saw handwritten text on the spine—it was the record of prophecies for the Chosen Ones.

Priest Bonds other hand reached towards Teest, as if to pat his head. The young Teest’s fingers relaxed and then tensed again. He obediently bowed his head—

“God will forgive you. The great Anstis will allow you to stand by his side,” Bonds whispered. “Chosen One, your prophecy has already come true.”

The pupils of the young Teest suddenly constricted.

In the next moment, the young Teest’s head flew off.

Then came his body—his body seemed slashed by an invisible blade, turning into several pieces with blood spraying in mid-air. Nol was so close. He was almost knocked over by the sudden splash of blood.

The pure white boy shattered to pieces, his flesh landing with the nearby dead monster.

…What?

Everything around seemed to move in slow motion. Hot blood dripped slowly before Nol’s eyes.

…Twelve years ago, did Teest die in the Immortal Church?

…How?

Nol hesitated to look at the adult Teest beside him. Reality was too cruel, questions too overwhelming. If it weren’t for the consistent pain in his heart, Nol might have fainted.

“The diamond hidden in the vineyard, the gold buried under the snow. God smiles at his favored bloodline, and he witnessed this smile for seven years…”

Priest Bonds flipped to a page and made a praying gesture, seemingly reciting an elegy.

Nol forced himself to focus. This was undoubtedly Teest’s prophecy, his destiny. The prophecy might have another interpretation, a more positive one.

“…People should be careful. He will bring endless destruction and chaos.” Priest Bonds closed the book, sighing deeply.

The young Teest’s decapitated head rolled, stopping by the remains. Those golden eyes were still wide open.

“You indeed brought destruction and chaos to this world, child,” Bonds murmured.

It was a prophecy that couldn’t be twisted positively. The situation was inexplicable, and Nol felt his head was about to explode.

An indigenous person with inexplicable Player privileges, a man dead in the past, a fate that promised “endless destruction and chaos”.

Is this what you wanted to show me, Teest?

Nol finally turned to Teest. He forgot to breathe and just stared at the person blankly. The warm blood under his feet was Teest’s.

The face of the boy was half-covered in blood, resting behind the adult Teest. The large head with lifeless eyes seemed like a painted stage backdrop.

The adult Teest laughed. It was the first time Nol had seen him wear such a smile. It was so content and joyful that it could almost be described as… happy.

“So, you don’t understand what happened either,” Teest whispered with a layer of flushed excitement on his face. “This is just fantastic, Nol.”

Teest took two steps forward and stood in front of Nol, his hands still stained with “his own” blood. Yet, Teest reached out and gently stroked Nol’s cheek, smearing streaks of blood across his face.

“It means that I’m a part of the truth you seek; an essential part.” He leaned in close to Nol’s ear. “You will never forget this scene, this shock…”

His hand moved from Nol’s cheek to the back of his neck.

“…From this moment on, I am a part of you,” Teest whispered in a lover-like tone. His words seemed to seep into the bones. “I’ve got you.”

Having said that, Teest looked at a stunned Nol and gently pecked his lips.

Hmm, this gesture wasn’t good enough—at least not as satisfying as a real kiss, he thought. Amidst the boiling sensation of blood, Teest bent down again and kissed him deeply.

Nol didn’t avoid him. He was watching an even more horrifying sight—

Behind Teest, the body of a young man suddenly glowed with a white light. Nol recognized this phenomenon. On the outskirts of Whitebird City, during the battle with Crimson, he had witnessed such a scene.

It was the light and shadow effect of a Player’s resurrection. Although it was weaker than usual, as if there was a system error, it was undeniably a resurrection effect.

The shattered body self-assembled in the faint light, healing quickly. The head returned to its original position, and the golden eyes quickly regained their luster.

As Priest Bonds stepped over Teest’s body and heard a noise, he turned around in surprise—facing him was a rapidly approaching golden thread. The moment the young Teest regained consciousness, he charged at his target without hesitation. The golden thread wrapped around Bonds’ neck, tightened swiftly, and blood sprayed out violently.

The young Teest pressed his legs against Bonds’s chest, crazily tightening the golden thread, even if it cut his own hands.

“Even though… I’m not… quite clear…” He coughed out blood and flesh fragments, speaking in a terrifyingly gentle tone. “But this is… a miracle, right? God must be… watching you… loyal, faithful Lord Bonds…”

The shock was too intense. Nol couldn’t close his eyes during this bloody kiss.

Reflected in his pupils, Bonds’s head was strangled from his neck and lightly hit the ground.

[…Resurrection chance… used… now playing the message…]

He heard a very faint, almost static-filled system notification. It came late and sounded hazy, like a sleepy person being awakened.

[…Welcome to… Tahe…]

[…hope you… enjoy this world…]


The author has something to say:

Here we go!!! Actually, the setting about time isn’t that complicated; the pope has kindly explained it earlier~

Teest’s goal is so simple and pure (?

Seizing the body is nothing; capturing the heart is the real deal! Although his perspective is a bit… (???

—————

Two small questions from the last chapter:

  1. Why do people who died in the past still appear in the future?

Similar to those transmigration stories, it’s modern people traveling to the past to experience life and death. For them, time flows normally; only the broader environment’s time point changes.

  1. If it’s a predetermined event, why does fate punish Nol?

Fate resists change, but it allows deviations under the premise that the “major trend remains unchanged”. It’s not just about “killing” and “ignoring” as the only two extremes.


Kinky Thoughts:

Okay… I can get behind this psycho lunatic love. A first for Nian Zhong where neither MCs are right in the head (well I think Ruan Xian and Tang Yibu come close)… which means they’re right for each other, right?


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Full Server First Kill Ch81

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 81: Prison Escapees

When Crimson first took action, Nol was still analyzing the situation. Then, he witnessed blood continuously flowing from the young Teest’s forehead, with the horrifying sound of a skull hitting the rock echoing in his ears.

In a split second, without weighing the pros and cons or hesitating, murderous questions were thrown one after another into history—

Can I kill him?

Can I break his arm?

Can I pierce his palm and cut his wrist?

……

Based on the sensation of his arm disappearing that time, Nol made rapid judgments, thinking, this will kill, this will kill, and this will too. However, Nol’s questioning didn’t pause for half a second until he found an answer that wouldn’t immediately put him in mortal danger.

At that time, Crimson was lying on the ground, preparing to use the system items again. the young Teest knew nothing about the Player’s “system space” and was relaxing and talking to Piel.

The adult Teest turned his face with a smile, seeming to want to say something, but he wasn’t as fast as Nol—the moment he got the answer from “fate”, the letter opener as long as a nail pierced Crimson’s skin.

For Crimson, this physical damage was at most like a mosquito bite. Unfortunately, the effect of the letter opener “stripping Player privileges” wouldn’t be diminished by size differences.

Without the system, Crimson’s preparation to use the tool abruptly failed. Before he could react, the young Teest’s golden thread strangled him.

Blood splattered.

A drop of blood smeared Nol’s face, staining half of his cheek red. The tip of the letter opener shimmered in a crimson light, and the flesh of Nol’s right hand disappeared and reappeared as the Lich’s regenerative ability contended with the punishment of fate. Perhaps his disturbance of fate this time was relatively minor, and in the end, his pale skin covered the bones, leaving Nol’s right hand intact.

‘Crimson is dead,’ Nol thought. This was the result he wanted.

And he was calmer than he had imagined.

It was as if he originally thought his fondness for Teest was just “an uncontrollable liking”, but he was more impulsive than he thought.

“What were you about to say?”

Nol didn’t care about the blood on his face. He first cleaned the letter opener and carefully put it deep into his robe before turning to Teest.

Teest said, “I originally wanted to tempt you to do it for me, but it seems I was a step late.” He glanced at his younger self with a voice as sweet as honey.

Teest naturally remembered the first victim of the golden thread. But in his memory, that victim looked nothing like the Crimson he had seen—it might be some magical effect or Nol’s letter opener—he wasn’t sure.

But he preferred the latter option.

So Teest quickly prepared his enticing words, but his tongue wasn’t as fast as Nol’s blade. He thought that facing a genuine kin, his innocent husband would hesitate and struggle, but then he saw a decisively quick strike.

Whether they were residents of Tahe, monsters of Tahe, or compatriots from a distant world… for Nol, there seemed to be no difference between these beings.

And just now, he was above them.

The smell of blood permeated, and a few steps away, Nol rubbed the deep red on his face. A subtle stimulation climbed up his spine, and Teest let out a silent sigh.

“You’re not bad.”

The young Teest knew nothing about the scene next to the shattered corpse. He pushed away his blood-soaked hair while tapping his toe on Crimson’s forehead, playing with the head like a soccer ball. “Just so happens I’ve got an extra head. Hey, do you want to live?”

Piel finally managed to stop his dry retching. He covered his eyes tightly, not daring to look at the mess everywhere. “I-I don’t want to die. Don’t-don’t kill me…”

The young Teest laughed. “Look at me.”

Piel slightly opened his eyes, looking at Teest not far away. The young Teest’s eyes were curved, the golden pupils shimmering.

As if anesthetized, Piel’s expression gradually eased. He relaxed a lot, and he stopped sobbing. “What is this?”

“A little suggestive magic. I don’t have time to listen to your stammering,” Teest said. “If you want to live, follow me. I’ll take you to see someone.”

He snapped his fingers, and Crimson’s remaining flesh instantly dissolved, leaving only white bones. Teest gathered the bones and covered them tightly with straw.

Then he walked out of the cage, stepping over Piel, who was lying on the ground. The latter scrambled to his feet, his claws clicking as he followed behind Teest.

Inside the cage, the adult Teest bent down slightly and extended his hand to Nol as if inviting him to dance. “Please.”

Nol glanced one last time at Crimson’s remains. After a few seconds, he placed his hand in Teest’s palm. Teest smiled gleefully, pulling Nol closer by the hand and embracing him around the waist.

Threads of golden silk tightened, and the two of them followed the golden trail, jumping onto Little Piel’s back.

A few minutes later, they stopped outside a cage. The creature inside looked very familiar to Nol—a deformed girl with her head situated in the middle of her back and limbs bent in four different directions.

“Hey.” The young Teest tapped on the cage. “I need to adjust my plan.”

The girl crawled closer like a spider, blinking her mismatched black eyes. “Act… soon… Why…?”

“Because some idiot made the Church patrols stricter.” The young Teest leaned casually against the cage. “The original plan won’t work. Let’s add someone—when the time comes, he can be the decoy to distract the guards.”

Piel: “Huh?!” Even though he was only eight, he knew he was meant to be bait.

“No time… to use his bones…” The deformed girl shook her head. “My regeneration… isn’t that fast…”

“Coincidentally, some fool sneaked into my cage. He’s not from the Church. I can use his bones to forge mine. Didn’t you make two? You can use my original one for this kid,” Teest remarked, eyeing Little Piel’s half-griffin body. “But you might need some additional bones. I think there’s time.”

Hearing this bloody topic, Little Piel bristled. “What bones?”

“Oh, she is… well, a monster with strong regenerative powers.” Teest pointed casually at the girl in the cage. “Don’t be fooled by her appearance. She’s been in this dungeon for over a hundred years. Besides me, she’s the only one here with any sanity left.”

In the cage, the deformed girl turned her pitch-black eyes, looking straight into Little Piel’s face.

“Bones…” Piel hastily backed away, muttering some keywords.

“She has no combat skills—just an incredible ability to regenerate. No matter what part is cut off—even her head—she can slowly grow it back. The only downside is that the regenerated parts might reappear in random places.”

It took a moment for Little Piel to react, his already pale face turning even paler.

“It’s just as you guessed.” The young Teest shrugged. “In the past two or three years, she’s been saving up bits and pieces, secretly amassing enough for two skeletons—when everything goes south, they can act as our doubles.”

“I… must… leave this place…” The girl in the cage spoke. “I must… get out…”

The young Teest clapped his hands. “Alright, we plan to act tomorrow at dawn. Do you want in?”

Little Piel bit his lip, looking at the countless cages in the darkness. “What about the others…?”

“They’ve all gone mad long ago,” the young Teest said indifferently. “Answer my question. Are you in or out?”

Piel curled his claws and took a deep breath. “I’m in!”

……

At dusk, the people of the Immortal Church once again came to the dungeon. Little Piel had already run back to his cage. The cage bars were repaired by the all-powerful fairy mage Nol, and the visitors didn’t notice anything unusual.

Following the instructions of the adult Teest, Little Piel pretended to be in a deep sleep in his cage, unresponsive to any call. The Eternalist cautiously walked around the cage and soon left the dungeon.

Nol sat beside the griffin’s tail, his back to Teest, his staff stuck in the straw, lost in thought.

He carefully healed Little Piel. As an exception, Teest gave Piel fresh cream, sweet onions, and dried meat. After a hearty meal, Piel pretended to sleep until he actually fell asleep.

Nol waited a long time for the “delayed murder PTSD”, but when he realized he was still calm, he gave up. Just as Nol was about to eat something, he saw Teest’s smiling face.

His smile was filled with pride and anticipation, much like someone at a birthday party thinking, “You’ll definitely like the gift I prepared.”

Nol still couldn’t understand what Teest wanted to convey. Did the Immortal Church look especially beautiful when it burned? Was watching it once too short?

Of course, it might be that “their return to the past” was a necessary condition for the young Teest’s successful escape, Nol thought.

“You look like you need a hug,” Teest said.

“Actually, I don’t.” Nol raised an eyebrow. “I killed Crimson, not Piel. Do I look devastated?”

“Not really,” Teest admitted, “but I want to hug you.”

Mr. Lich always surpassed his imagination, each revelation like a fluffy marshmallow. Teest suddenly understood a dragon’s obsession with gold.

“I need a hug,” Teest corrected. “I’m so excited about what’s coming. I just have to hug someone.”

‘What a weird reason,’ Nol thought, chuckling as he opened his arms.

Teest moved over from the straw and hugged Nol around the waist. He felt a warmth that shouldn’t belong to the undead and sighed contentedly.

“…Teest.”

“Hmm?”

“Why do you hate cakes?”

Nol, playing with Teest’s hair, finally asked. No matter how he saw it, the upcoming events wouldn’t include “cake”.

Teest applied some force with his arms, pulling Nol onto the straw. The black candle remained silent, with only the blue fire quietly burning.

“It’s just a bad bedtime story,”

Teest held up his arms beside Nol and patted his waist in a soft manner.

“The day the Eternal Church took me away, my parents sold the most expensive jewelry in the store. Mom gave me some change and a gold wheel. The change was for bread, and the wheel was my gift…”

Teest’s voice was soft and gentle, with Piel’s body rising and falling beside him, but they couldn’t soften this stone-hard story.

The family made a big deal at home, and his brother who participated in the knight’s training was just about to come home. The Flama family couldn’t help but celebrate.

As usual, his mother asked Teest to go to the store to buy some bread, but this time it was special. He could buy a few small cakes as snacks.

“I bought a big bag, one for each person in the family,” Teest said. “At that time, I was trying hard to be a normal kid—but unfortunately, in the end, I didn’t get a bite. Not long after I left the store, I was caught by those Eternalist. The bread and small cakes were all trampled on…”

‘So that’s what happened,’ Nol thought.

No wonder Teest’s reaction was so intense. It turned out that even the Mad Monk could have psychological trauma.

“…To me, they symbolize the ‘shame of losing everything’.” Teest’s voice deepened. “So I hate them—of course, I don’t hate their taste, just their bad omen.”

Okay, maybe not psychological trauma. Nol corrected silently in his heart.

“Last time it was the same,” Teest continued muttering. “You just took out the cake, and you were pressed against the glass shards by that man. I thought…”

“You would lose me?” Nol instinctively continued the conversation.

Teest blinked, suddenly stopping mid-sentence, appearing somewhat perplexed by his own words. Nol regretted what he had just said. It sounded rather inappropriate.

“Yes.” After a moment, Teest turned away, facing the other direction.

“I thought I was going to lose everything again,” he mumbled dreamily.

Nol opened his mouth, his cheeks and neck flushing hotly, as if he had been suddenly scorched.

He stared at the back of Teest’s head. After a while, Teest sneaked a glance at Nol, their gazes meeting directly. Teest pretended as if nothing had happened and turned his head back.

‘That was an awful tease,’ Nol thought. Worse yet, Teest’s tone didn’t sound teasing at all.

…He hoped the developments at dawn would momentarily make him forget about all this.

“Wake up. Wake up!”

At 3 a.m., the young Teest went to Little Piel’s cage. “The brave griffin knight is setting out!”

“Huh?” Little Piel groggily got up, traces of drool still at the corner of his mouth.

“I’m going to burn this place down. My spell can’t be interrupted. I’ll help you open the door later. Just rush straight to the main hall. If you can distract the guards to the main door, my plan will basically succeed.”

The young Teest’s face gleamed with excitement. “In thirty minutes, I’ll meet you by the main door. Don’t worry. The corridors near the door are intricate. Just keep dodging the pursuers.”

Thirty minutes?! But with Mr. Fairies and others around, perhaps he could come up with something.

“Is there anything I should be careful of?” Piel cautiously asked.

“Not dying carelessly?” The young Teest continued, “But, I bet you won’t die that easily. You’ve been too lucky, either because of sheer luck or someone’s helping you. Either way, you can last for some time.”

“Can I… run away in advance?” Little Piel gulped. “We can just run, and you don’t have to come and pick me up…”

He didn’t dare to directly ask, “What if you die?”

“Oh, you can’t escape.”

In the darkness, those golden pupils were like those of a wild beast. The young Teest was smiling, but his eyes held no mirth. “I’ve activated the primary defensive spell here. Until all threats are neutralized, this church will be completely sealed.”

Piel’s mouth hung open, combining “burn this place” and “completely sealed”, it didn’t sound good. He hoped this scenario would be in a bakery oven, not in a cult’s base.

If they weren’t careful, wouldn’t they be burnt alive here?!

“Alright, I admit. It’s a bit risky,” the young Teest lamented softly. “But I don’t want to let even one go. I have to pay a little extra price for that.”

With that, the young Teest slit his wrist, and blood flowed over his skin. With a click, Piel’s cage automatically opened, and the distant sound of moving stone doors echoed.

“Run,” the young Teest said to Little Piel.

The young boy’s face, usually delicate and beautiful, now twisted, reminding Piel of a snarling beast.

Piel, scared, darted out like a cannonball—the adult Teest and Nol tightly gripped his wing roots, hiding beneath his dark fur.

Nol turned his head and watched as the young Teest raised his wrist, chanting an arcane and complex spell. The air was thick with the scent of blood, turning almost solid, and a dark red whirlpool began forming on the ground.

Beneath the young Teest’s feet, pools of blood accumulated. The blood emitted steaming vapor, turning into a golden-red flame beside his feet. Teest finally lowered his bleeding hand and walked towards the exit, leaving behind a trail of burning footprints.

He still clutched that tiny bundle of golden thread.

The floors, the air, the walls—deformed whirlpools merged into the shadows, spreading like mold towards the dungeon’s exterior.

From the depths of the whirlpool came distant sounds of flesh squeezing.


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Full Server First Kill Ch80

Author: 年终 / Nian Zhong

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


Chapter 80: The First Hunt

The Flama family.

The couple moved from Gemino, and it was said that their ancestors had some noble blood. They once owned a fairly successful jewelry store in Grape Collar, and being charitable, they were very well-liked. The Flama family had four children—at the time of the incident, their eldest son had just turned twenty, and their second daughter was about to come of age. Their third son was preparing for his seventh birthday, and the youngest daughter was about two years old.

On the night the Flama family was destroyed, people saw the “seven-year-old cultist” in the flames. An old pair of hands pressed firmly on the child’s shoulders, making him watch as his family burned.

The young boy just watched without screaming, breaking down, or even shedding a tear. He watched as his family’s hair turned to ash and their eyes melted out of their sockets. He just watched silently, as if it had nothing to do with him.

The child chosen by the evil god and the family that worshiped the evil god disappeared from Grape Collar.

That was the old woman’s version. Strangely enough, she couldn’t remember any of their names but recalled their ages very well.

“Their eldest son had just been chosen as a knight for the Temple of Life, and the daughter was set to inherit the store once she came of age. Those two children—they were so young. I remember clearly…”

“That child, chosen by the cult at such a young age, was either a servant of the god or a Chosen One…”

The old woman explained indifferently, “No one mentions their names anymore. They say a cultist’s name brings bad luck… and if no one mentions it, naturally, no one remembers.”

“And you don’t believe in the gods,” Crimson mused, weighing the golden thread in his hand, feeling an uncanny sense of déjà vu.

“Not everyone in the world is a believer.” The old woman continued spinning. “Except for the eldest son, the Flama family weren’t believers either…”

It’s all meaningless talk. Crimson continued to gaze at the golden thread in his hand.

It wasn’t real gold thread, but plant fibers dyed gold with magic, fine and strong. They shimmered in the sunlight, reminding him of… the Mad Monk.

Wait, when did the Mad Monk first appear?

Thinking back, the first recorded case of the Mad Monk was discovered in August of 711. Just before the Immortal Church perished, the Chosen One supposedly died in a fire. A month later, the formidable and mysterious Mad Monk appeared in public view.

[Trace along the river of fate and return to the land of bountiful grapes.]

Before his own journey back in time, the Mad Monk made his appearance near Grape Collar, alongside Paradise. After returning to the past, the only informant was selling golden threads. Wasn’t this all too coincidental?

No, it made sense.

The Mad Monk had always been hunting the high ranks of the Eternal Church. Without knowledge of the Church, he couldn’t have been so seamless in his actions. His family was paraded before the public by the Temple of Life, so he showcased those adorned bodies to the Temple.

…This explanation did make sense!

Crimson clenched the thread tightly. This must be a divine revelation. His god had given him the thread of Ariadne*. If that strange young boy in the dungeon was the Mad Monk…

*Clarity: A figure in Greek mythology. A Cretan princess and daughter of King Minos, she is most famous for helping Theseus escape the Minotaur and the labyrinth by giving him a ball of thread that allowed him to retrace his steps.

Bringing back the Chosen One was optional, but if it was the young Mad Monk, the implications were different—

Every “Demon” Player had the same system quest. If anyone successfully captured the Mad Monk, they would receive a massive amount of experience points and a unique set of rare equipment.

He had to go back.

Crimson solemnly placed the thread into his pocket.

He had to return and leave his magical mark on that boy. Once he returned to the future, a simple divination would reveal the Mad Monk’s location.

By then, he could bring back the Chosen One and complete the Mad Monk’s quest. God truly favored him. Once he received the rewards, he’d surely offer “Golden Sword” Billy as a sacrifice to God.

Considering the timeline, there was still time before the fire at the Immortal Church. Everything was still possible.

……

Nol looked closely at Teest, who just happened to be looking back at him with a face that seemed to say, “The popcorn is finished. Can we leave now?”

Teest still had that indifferent attitude. Nol sighed internally, realizing that this wasn’t something he wanted to show him.

In a corner where Teest couldn’t see, Nol’s fingers clenched the hem of his robe.

Remaining relics, tales from others—though not particularly vivid or direct, they dug deeper into him like thorns in flesh, compelling him to care. Nol became more and more confused about what Teest really wanted to show him… An unusual childhood? A tale of successful revenge? Or the transformation of the Mad Monk?

“I haven’t changed much, if you’re curious about that,” Teest remarked, glancing at the old woman. “But I love my parents—for most people, having a child like me, they’d choose to sell to a mercenary house. Naturally cold-blooded guys like me should be placed appropriately, or so they say.”

“But they didn’t sell you,” Nol commented, trying not to recall the grim heads in the courtyard.

“Yes, they said they loved me.” Teest spoke nonchalantly, as if he were discussing someone else. “After all, the mercenary house isn’t a good place. Humans have their own way of nurturing, as do dogs. Those people prefer ferocious hounds over humans. Luckily, my parents loved me more than gold… Though even now, I don’t understand what they truly loved about me.”

His parents gave him the same brown hair as his siblings, taught him to read and write, and prepared every breakfast with care. They protected the neighbors from him, and him from the neighbors.

His older brother believed that when he grew up, he could become a special kind of knight—one responsible for executions and assassinations. That way, he wouldn’t indiscriminately kill, and he would be good at it.

His sister said he wasn’t completely irredeemable. He could “still feel things”, which was enough for them. His little sister, who could barely speak, still smiled at him, waving her chubby arms.

A good family, Teest’s own treasure.

He didn’t think there was anything wrong with killing, nor did he have any particular reason or impulse to kill. Back then, he was just a kid—much like how a dragon in a story could choose to burn a village or guard its treasure in slumber.

But humans would always come to take away treasures, and slumber would eventually end.

He couldn’t help but look at Nol.

Without his hood, Nol seemed more mature than when they first met. His black hair was longer, shiny like dark pearls. Teest usually had no interest in the features of others, but Nol’s face always caught his attention.

Thankfully, there was no pity in Nol’s eyes—just the right amount of contemplation and sorrow. Nol stared intently at Teest, as if the person he was looking at was the center of the world.

This was the kind of gaze Teest yearned for—a mix of curiosity and concern, as comforting as warm water.

A rare treasure, which he couldn’t afford to lose, Teest thought.

However, Nol and his family were ultimately different.

He shared blood ties with his family, but with Nol, there was only a fragile contract… But that was okay. He would resolve this issue soon.

Crimson headed straight for the dungeon of the Supplement Demons.

He expertly avoided the guards and returned to the young Teest’s cage. This time, Crimson was even more cautious—previously, Nol could see his facial features from the shadows. Now, using a Player’s skill, Crimson hid his entire face in the dark.

“Hello, sir.” The young Teest sat innocently on a rock, his face pure and guileless. “Are you the new teacher? They told me a few days ago that my lessons were over.”

Crimson didn’t reply. He began to break the binding magic surrounding the cage. Inside, the young Teest sat motionless.

“Sir?” he asked, interlocking his fingers, inquiring politely and cautiously.

Crimson remained silent, determined to hide his identity in front of Teest. As he unlocked the cage, layers of shields lit up around him. At the same moment, he bit his left hand and, with his right hand, lunged for Teest’s neck.

He used a certain skill, and his fingertips immediately poked several bloody holes in Teest’s neck. The young Teest couldn’t dodge in time. He was pushed back, hitting the hard edge of a stone with a loud thud.

[Tracing Blood Curse]

Nol’s nerves tightened immediately.

It was sinister dark magic. The caster mixed their own blood with the blood of the other, requiring only a drop to easily divine the other’s location and status afterwards.

He instantly realized Crimson’s intention—there were anomalies with the Chosen One in the front, followed by the golden thread in the back. This guy probably guessed that Teest was the Mad Monk, and he was leaving a tracking mark!

Damn it. Another event he couldn’t directly interfere with.

“Sir…” The young Teest coughed painfully, struggling to make a sound from his throat. Crimson acted swiftly and decisively, paying no attention to Teest, and pressed his bleeding left hand onto the young man’s neck.

The young Teest struggled “helplessly”, his foot kicking Crimson’s robe. The ball of golden thread rolled to the ground.

Nol’s eyes lit up. He swallowed and summoned a gust of wind with his staff. The ball of golden thread gently rolled, stopping at the young Teest’s feet.

Beside him, the adult Mad Monk let out a soft chuckle.

The young Teest stopped struggling.

Crimson successfully pressed his bleeding finger on the young Teest’s wound. Just as he was about to stand up with satisfaction, he heard a slightly aggrieved mutter.

“It hurts, sir,” the young Teest said, with a hint of laughter in his voice. “I don’t like others using dark magic on me, sir.”

At the same time, Crimson noticed the golden thread around his neck.

The ball of golden thread had dispersed at some unknown point, moving like snakes in the shadows, their paths crude but deadly. Those threads were undoubtedly cursed. They cut directly through Crimson’s protective shield, leaving a ring of blood marks on his neck.

…Unfortunately, it was still too naive. Players couldn’t die after all.

Pretending to be frightened, Crimson recoiled, and the young Teest unconsciously lowered his guard. Just as he was about to pull on the threads, Crimson lunged forward, grabbing the young man’s head and smashing it against a rock.

Bang!

Caught off guard, the young Test’s head brutally collided with the hard stone, blood instantly covering half of his face.

“Shh—” Crimson uttered with a smirk. “Be quiet, little demon.”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

While talking, Crimson, holding tightly onto the young boy’s white hair, ruthlessly smashed his head against the rock—this killer was extremely ruthless, yet he skillfully avoided fatal blows.

With every thud, Nol’s entire being froze.

Having lived for so many years, this was the first time he felt genuine murderous intent towards another human.

With skin torn and blood splattering, the young Teest’s head drooped limply, his eyes tightly shut, and the blood on his forehead almost dripping down. Only then did Crimson release him with satisfaction. The moment he let go, he staggered.

While he had been focused on knocking out Teest, that golden thread somehow wrapped around his ankle.

Even now, they were creeping up his leg, trying to hold him in place.

“Thank you for the lesson, sir.” The young Teest opened his eyes amidst the blood and spoke with a voice laced with humor. “Feigning weakness can be quite useful.”

The golden threads wrapped tightly around Crimson’s body on one end and slithered towards the iron cage bars like snakes, winding around them tightly on the other end.

The young Teest wiped the blood from his face and clumsily directed the threads. Instead of recklessly attacking, he tried to immobilize Crimson. He himself remained seated on the bloodstained white rock while blood continued to profusely flow from his forehead, staining his white robe bright red.

Crimson’s breath halted for a moment.

Damn it, this was the Mad Monk’s murderous mode. Even knowing that Players wouldn’t die, he couldn’t help but feel his heart race for a moment.

It was too dangerous. The ​[Tracing Blood Curse]​ had been planted. He must leave immediately.

Thankfully, this was over a decade ago, and these fools knew nothing of a Player’s power. Crimson snapped his fingers, and a pre-prepared magical tool activated instantly. The cage full of golden threads was largely severed, and several deep, bone-exposing wounds appeared on the young Teest.

Farewell, young Mad Monk.

Crimson rushed towards the outside of the cage and glanced back. “We’ll meet again in the future. You’re destined to be—”

Bang!!!

Another muffled sound of flesh colliding. But this time, it was Crimson who was sent flying. Just as he was turning his head, he collided with something dark and was pushed back into the cage.

Hitting the edge of a stone with the back of his head, Crimson was dazed for a few seconds, then was once again bound tightly by a golden thread.

“Are you okay?” The dark thing—Piel asked anxiously. Seeing Crimson trying to move again, he quickly lunged, sitting directly on Crimson’s chest.

The weight of human Piel wasn’t much, but in the form of a half-human, half-griffin monster Piel, it was quite substantial. Crimson felt suffocated. His fingers twitched twice, but then the golden thread wrapped him up preemptively.

The young Teest stepped on Crimson’s hand, murmuring words as dark magic poured down. Ensuring Crimson couldn’t break free for the time being, he sighed in relief and leaned dizzily against the stone edge.

“Kid, how did you get here?” The young Teest said, touching a wound on his forehead. The bleeding gradually stopped.

“I-I found that my claws are powerful and can break the bars,” Piel, still sitting on Crimson’s chest, replied. His eyes quickly darted to Nol and Teest who were sitting above Crimson. “I woke up feeling a bit scared, and then heard fighting sounds here, so…”

“Why did you come if you were scared?” The young Teest raised an eyebrow. “I was thinking of killing you last night. Do you trust me that much?”

Piel was stunned, seemingly forgetting that fact.

“I want to be a knight in the future!” After some thought, he offered this reason, his voice fading. “To help others…”

Teest glanced at him and snorted. “You’re too naive to be a knight. Today you break the bars, and tomorrow they’ll replace them with stronger ones.”

Realizing this, Piel exclaimed in surprise and looked frantically between Teest and Nol. The adult Teest shook his head at him, making an X sign in front of his lips.

Nol was staring at Crimson, lost in thought, and didn’t meet Piel’s eyes.

“So, you didn’t kill him because you feared they’d be more wary of you?” Piel’s gaze wandered.

The young Teest laughed.

“No,” he replied cheerfully. “They’ve known for a long time that I can kill. They’ve trained me for this… I just have some questions for this guy.”

The young Teest ground his foot on Crimson, who seemed to have become much more submissive. It might be a good idea to see what this man really looks like.

“Stay put, kid,” the young Teest said, bending down to pull off Crimson’s hood.

Underneath was a tall man.

He had grayish-blond hair, a rather sharp face, and blue eyes that darted around. There were scars left by acne on his face.

He cursed at Teest, lacking his earlier arrogance… Was it an illusion? He seemed a bit thinner than before.

Well, forget it. Details didn’t matter. It was good when the prey became docile.

“Answer my questions properly, and I’ll give you a quick death,” the young Teest threatened, kicking the man in the face and breaking his nose. “Otherwise, I’ll use you for torture practice. Trust me, you won’t like it.”

But the man looked confused. He frowned. “What are you saying? Why can’t I understand? …What are you saying?”

A strange guy, using such a poor excuse when they had just been speaking moments ago.

The young Teest tightened the cursed golden thread, having calculated the man’s possible magic resistance.

With a “pop” sound, followed by Piel’s scream, the man shattered beneath him, his scream even louder than Piel’s.

As the cursed golden thread tightened, he fragmented, like soft butter breaking apart instantly. The dark patterns of the curse crazily corroded his flesh. All the wounds on his body turned black and rotted, giving off a foul smell.

“God…”

The man groaned with his mutilated upper half. On his ordinary face, both eyes brimmed with black blood vessels. He reached out toward the only source of magical illumination in the cell. There was no despair in his tone, only a mysterious anger.

“My… divine revelation… Impossible…”

The young Teest stepped hard on that hand. The swollen hand burst beneath his foot, leaving behind only bones and a slimy residue.

He hung his head in thought for a long moment, then looked at Little Piel. “Is your butt cursed?”

Little Piel was paralyzed with fear, all four of his legs trembling like dried leaves in the wind. “No! Absolutely not! He… He did that himself… Urgh!”

The newly promoted monster lay on the ground, vomiting.

“Forget it. I’ll do better next time,” Teest said with regret, cautiously collecting the golden thread.

“…After all, this guy is quite weak. Only a lackey would always have ‘God’ on the tip of his tongue.”

The adult Mad Monk stood on the edge of Crimson’s cloak. He stared at Nol with an uncommonly blank expression.

In Nol’s right hand, the bloodstains on the letter opener were especially jarring.


The author has something to say:

A little prelude to the climax of this arc (?


Kinky Thoughts:

I guess we’re seeing the blackening of Nol. These two are like the opposite of Ollie and Nemo.

I supposed in an alternate universe, if Ollie gave in at a certain arc in Stray, perhaps this would be what they would become.


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