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Welcome to the Nightmare Game - CH119

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Chapter 119: The Dream of the Holy Nun (IX)

After seeing the Lord, the four people stayed in the Lord’s castle, waiting for the night of the new moon to come.

From the Lord's mouth, they learned some information about the new moon: from a certain year, every night of the new moon, the residents in the Holy City had to fall asleep before midnight, whether they fell asleep naturally or relied on sleeping draughts. If someone didn't fall asleep before the clock struck zero, or woke up before dawn, the person would disappear, vanishing forever.

The residents in the Holy City called it "the disaster of the new moon".

The cause of the disaster of the new moon was still unclear. Many people had explored this strange monthly phenomenon with curiosity. Some even deliberately stayed awake after midnight, and then left some creepy notes…

In the castle’s library, according to the requirements given by Qi Leren and others, the attendants collected the data about the night of the new moon together, and the group sat at the table to peruse the data separately. Even Ning Zhou’s big black bird stopped to comb its feathers honestly without making any noise.

Su He looked through a note and said, "This diary is interesting. You can have a look."

Qi Leren took the notebook handed by Su He. Fortunately, the lingua franca of the Nightmare World was Chinese (although he didn't know whether this came from automatic translation by the system), so he could read the Nightmare World’s words. For some time now, he had become accustomed to the NPCs who looked like Westerners speaking Chinese skillfully.

"...I have prepared everything I need, such as paper, pen, oil lamp, stick, and cloak, and told my parents that I have drunk my sleeping draught and can sleep through the night. It's twenty-three o'clock in the evening, with one hour left before midnight. I am very excited and uneasy because I don't know what I will see in an hour. If everything is normal after midnight, I will put on my cloak and go out for a night tour. If something is wrong... I have locked the doors and windows anyway, and there will be no danger."

After reading this, Qi Leren had already seen the unfortunate ending.

Dr. Lu also leaned over and said, "He’s dead."

Qi Leren turned the notebook to the next page, and the handwriting on parchment became hastily messy:

"The zero hour is here! God, I actually stayed up after zero on the night of the new moon. Now I'm a little nervous. But everything around me is normal. Just now, I stood by the window and looked down. The Holy City is dark, and even the kerosene street lamps on the main road have gone out. This is normal. After all, no one needs street lamps on this night. It's so quiet, there's no sound around, only the rustle of the quill pen writing on paper, and I can already hear my heart beat faster and faster. Is this the disaster of the new moon? It’s not the same as I imagined.

"I seem to hear footsteps outside… An illusion? (A splotch of ink) Just now I walked softly to the door and listened carefully. There were really footsteps!!! There’s something on the stairs?! There was the sound of the floorboard creaking, a strange loud noise which must have been made by stepping on the loose board on the stairs! Oh, my God. Did something sneak into my house?! Mom and Dad are asleep in the master bedroom. They can't hear me. God, what should I do? What to do!! Will it come in? God, what should I do? What should I do?"

The owner of the notebook had been completely panicked, and he was becoming more and more untidy and messy.

"Will it see the light of my room through the door? I'd better blow out the oil lamp, yes, blow it out, and then drink the sleeping draught. I must sleep."

The image of a terrified young man appeared in Qi Leren's mind. He imagined how he was horrified to notice the strange footsteps of an unknown monster wandering outside the door. He had lost his innocent curiosity to fear, but fear itself did not let him go.

Qi Leren turned the page. A line of words full of fear and despair occupied most of parchment, and the last half word was even written outside the lines. It was untidy, distorted and collapsed, and the fear of the unknown completely defeated the young man who wrote the last sentence in the dark.

"It’s knocking at the door."

This notebook was only a few hundred words, but it was unnerving. From curiosity to panic to despair, he was like a frightened bird in the dark, and the sudden knock on the door had completely defeated him…

Su He waited patiently for them to finish reading this note, and then said: "From the content of the text, there will be some incredible changes after midnight on the night of the new moon."

Qi Leren closed the notebook and returned it to Su He: "Maybe it’s a demon?"

He knew more than them, because he had experienced the night of the new moon in the Nightmare Game. In the game, he got the task inexplicably and walked into the Holy City. However, the NPCs didn't show curiosity towards him and he wasn't taken to see the Lord. Instead, he spent the night in a pub in the Holy City and learned the story of the disaster of the new moon through the guests in the pub. Naturally, he chose to stay up late when the night the new moon arrived, and walked into the streets of the Holy City after the zero hour.

And then he died in an ordinary way to a demon’s attack.

"It’s most likely demons. Maybe the demons appear on the night of the new moon, and then attack any humans who haven't fallen asleep. But why does this happen only on the new moon? Where do these demons usually lurk? Why attack people who have not fallen asleep?" Su He raised several questions in one breath.

Qi Leren was speechless to these questions and peeked at Ning Zhou, who was reading the documents: "This question is handed over to the professional exorcist of the Holy See to answer."

Ning Zhou raised his head to Su He’s slightly smiling eyes, the two people looked at each other for three seconds, and then their eyes turned away.

"Wait until the night of the moon," Ning Zhou said and continued to read the stack of data.

Su He smiled silently and said faintly, "All right."

That's it? Don't you want to continue analyzing it? Qi Leren looked at their busy Ning Zhou and Su He blankly, and was suddenly pulled aside by Dr. Lu. Qi Leren thought that he’d found some clues. Instead, Dr. Lu just dragged him to the corner and asked mysteriously: "Do you think that Su He and your good-friend-who-lives-with-you-but-still-has-a-purely-platonic-relationship-with-you are a little angry?"

Wasn’t this too long of a descriptor? Qi Leren suddenly felt the malice from his friend: "It's okay. Ning Zhou just doesn't like to talk very much. He doesn't talk to you much either."

Dr. Lu said definitively: "No, this is totally different, the aura, there is a subtle aura between them."

"What aura?" Qi Leren was not ashamed to ask.

Dr. Lu said seriously: "Asura’s field*."

*{E/N: A situation of dispute between a present and past lover}

"What?" Qi Leren remembered that this seemed to mean describing a tragic battlefield, but it was obviously not appropriate to use it here.

"Forget it, I'm going to the bathroom." Dr. Lu gave him a supercilious look as he walked out of the library with his hands in his pockets.

Qi Leren, who didn't get an answer, was still thinking about what "Asura’s field" meant. He suddenly heard Ning Zhou and Su He call his name at the same time: "Leren, look at this." "Qi Leren, here."

The two men, each occupying one side of the table, looked at each other then both looked at the Qi Leren by the door.

In a moment’s lightning strike, Qi Leren learned something without need for a teacher.

Was this what Asura’s field meant? When two good friends put forward the same request at the same time and it wasn’t clear which side should be prioritized; this subtle, strange, and even slightly embarrassing atmosphere. This is what it meant.

It was really confusing, but he didn't know what he was panicking about.

"I... I need to go to the bathroom, you can exchange what you’ve found with each other first." At the same time, Qi Leren learned a little skill of how to deal with this scene without need for a teacher, and pretended to walk out of the library calmly.

Anyway, go to the bathroom first.

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Editor’s Notes: EDITED: Thank you to the anonymous person who explained the Asura’s field line!

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catboy-lover-archive · 3 years

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Obey Me Romanian MC

idea inspired by @/harunayuuka2060 (too shy to tag them)

Nu ştiu ce inspirație supraomenească m-a lovit dar am început asta la 2 dimineața și am terminat-o la 6.30

Im sleep deprived bc I stayed up all night doing this, enjoy gagicile mele

[added translations]

(under the cut bc this bitch is long af)

Lucifer: Are you not enjoying your meal?

MC: This food isn't even good. Next time I'm bringing my bunica to make you guys sarmale best thing you ever tried 👩‍🍳👌😘 mwah

MC: I'm not gonna go out with Satan, Beel, Asmo or Belphie.

Asmo: Awww

Beel: :(

Belphie: What?!

Satan: Why?

MC: Why date a guy who's favorite color is not in romanian flag? 🤔🇷🇴

Asmo: But I thought you could-

MC: For the last time IM NOT A VAMPIRE I CAN'T HYPNOTIZE PEOPLE OR MAKE THEM FALL IN LOVE WITH ME

Levi: Ohhh!!!! So are you like familiar with Castlevania-

MC: We don't talk about that *cries in disappointed*

Solomon: What is this weird potion.

MC: *puts bottle of țuică (plum brandy) on the table*

MC: This is not a potion, but a solution to all of your problems gagica 💖

MC: *talking to Lucifer* Oh iubire (love), stop crying over Diavolo again. Why cry over guy who would wear vagabond everyday in my country?

MC: Tsch tsch tsch

Lucifer: What the fuck is Vagabond

MC: Only the worst of streetwear existent. Only f-boys use it

Lucifer: Fair enough

Beel: Why do you want to try out for the sports team?

MC: Because Steaua, my country's team, disappointed me 😔

MC: Mammon! Asmo! Let me show you guys a thing called ✨manele✨

(after the Belphie incident)

MC: Does anybody have a belt.... a belt so I can...no reason...papuci de casă (slippers) works too

MC: Hey Belphie! Did you enjoy your punishment? 😜

Belphie: My butt still hurts...

MC: Next time it's the lingură de lemn ♡ (wooden spoon)

*MC dancing to Braşoveanca*

Mammon: W-what's that???

Satan: Some sort of ritual I suppose

Asmo: *joining in* It's fun!

MC: Doi✌paşi🦵înainte➡️şi😱doi😩înapoi⬅️ (two steps forward two steps back)

MC: Who has summoned me?

Satan: Belphie isn't feeling well and the medicine didn't really do it's job.

MC: Everyone watch closely because I'm going to teach you guys a sacred ritual called ✨Frecție cu Oțet✨

Satan: You're just pouring vinegar on his wrist.

MC: Now here comes the fun part. *maggages his wrists*

Belphie: Someone please kill me this is unbearable

MC: Am I allowed to say Tatăl Nostru (Lord's prayer) or is that too....uhhh weird since yall are demons and stuff-

Barbatos: MC...

MC: I'm sorry but crossing myself after I finish a meal is implemented in my brain. It's in the default settings.

Barbatos: What happens if you don't cross yourself?

MC: Lingura de lemn (wooden spoon) *shivers*

Diavolo: Do you like my castle?

MC: Baby, Peleş puts you to shame.

MC: Also, too much current (swift). Close the damn windows

Lucifer, giving up on life: Oh not again...

MC: DA PĂ CIMPOI DA PĂ CIMPOI JOACĂ FETELE LA NOI 👉👈😳

MC: Real music here 😌

MC: There, there gacica (girlfriend). Don't cry. *pats him on the back*

Lucifer: Do you got any more țuică...

MC: That's the spirit!

MC: I know I technically didn't die, but can we please have a funeral??? There is this really tasty cake just for this special occasion called colivă. Beel is okay with it so- hey don't ignore me! wait guys this is important- wAIT!

Satan: I hate Lucifer because he is my father.

Belphie: I hate Lucifer because he sucks in general.

MC: I hate Lucifer because Favorite color is red which is COMMUNISM COLOUR 😡‼

Solomon: See?? MC likes my cooking!

MC: Piftie...Caltaboş...

MC: Solomon, you would make a very good romanian housewife. Say, have you ever considered getting a 701st wife...?

Beel: *munching happily on the food MC makes*

Lucifer: *getting a fucking break*

MC: *making grătar(barbeque) cu mici*

MC: Everybody loves 1 Mai!

MC: Beelphiiieee!!!! I have a spell for you 😊

Belphie: Please not the lingură de lemn-

MC: *boop on the nose* ✨du-te dracu✨ (go to hell)

Lucifer: How did you make everyone behave?

MC: *looking at the papuc de casă in hand*

MC: You either die a hero...or live enough to become the villain...

Lucifer: Interesting, can you teach me?

MC: The secret is to use your wrist-

MC, whispering: Psst! Mammon! How's the sarmale trading going?

Mammon: Its okay, but why can't you just give me the recipe?

MC: E din moşi strămoşi (it's from older generations) I can't give it to you

MC: Hey pisi, want a ride in my Dacia?

Simeon: ...what? :)

MC: Come on gagica(girlfriend)! We are going to visit my family they will love you!

MC: You can also bring Luke. Just uhhh don't let him drink from the "juicebox" ok? It's not- It's not juice in there

MC: But you can drink. I won't tell anyone.

Diavolo: MC you can't leave yet. Not even for a quick visit back home.

MC: Auzi, da du-te-n p- (well why don't you fuck yourself on my dic-)

MC: *sigh* Sometimes I wish Satan was wearing Vagabond instead of...whatever that is

Asmo: Ouch, but yeah I guess we are that desperate.

Satan: I'm never tutoring any of you again.

MC and Luke, just vibing honestly: ⬇️Intră-n👇apa🌊mării🐚şi🐋nu🐟te🙄teme😱ai😳să-nveți🤯să-noți🐠printre🤔sirene🧜‍♀️🧜‍♂️

(go in the sea's water and don't you be afraid you'll learn to swim among mermaids)

MC: No Asmo, I have a date to the ball he's right here *points at țuică bottle*

Belphie: *misbehaving*

MC: Vai, vai, vai. Sărumâna Belphie 😃 ( well, well, well good day Belphie)

MC: *grabs the papuc (slipper)*

MC: NO LUCIFER IT CAN NOT BE AN AN NOU FERICIT (happy new year) IF WE DO NOT DANCE THE HORĂ

MC and Luke, vibing yet again: POVEȘTI DIN FOLCLORUL MAGHIAR!!! (maghiar folklore stories!)

MC: Where is my țuică? :)

Everyone: *quiet*

MC: I won't get mad :)

MC:

MC: Foaie verse de trifoi~ *papuc reappears* Dați băi țuica înapoi (green leaf of clover, give the țuică back you fucker)

Everybody: *runs*

MC: Mândruțelor (girls), come back until I'll put this to good use

Levi: *exists*

MC: *in love with him bc his fav color is in the Romanian flag and not in the commie flag*

MC: Te las să te lingi cu mime în parcare la lidl (I'll let you french kiss me in the Lidl market parking lot)

MC: Lucifer you don't understand!

MC: Sandu Ciorbă cured my depression!

MC: Muie cretinii pământului (fuck y'all stupid asses) my țuică is back and I'm not sharing anymore

Asmo: We're doing hot girl shit tonight

MC: Ne curvim rău (we're hoeing)

MC: futu-ți cristelnița mătii (fuck your mother's font) Simeon you're the one that drank all my țuică

MC: I'll let it slide this once, if u take me for shaorma(shawarma) in Piața Victoriei (Victoria's market)

Solomon: Whoops, I accidentally messed up the sarmale recipe

MC: Aşadar războiu alesu l-ai (So you have chosen war)

Mammon: MC, how do you say "I hate you" in romanian?

MC: Dar eu sunt mândru că sunt twink. (I'm proud to be a twink)

Mammon, clueless: ok thanks

MC, to Belphie: I had such a rough day, please fute-mi una (fuck me over) and not the way I like

Mammon: What would be a quick way to make money?

MC: Gagica(girlfriend), listen. Culegător de sparanghel (asparagus picker) in Spain is your go-to.

Asmo: *blasting manele vechi (old manele).2006*

Asmo: Please love me!

MC: *already in wedding attire*

MC: Beel! Here, try this! Yeah yeah its completely fine!

MC: ...what do you mean it looks like Solomon's cooking?

MC: THIS IS PIFTIE AND YOU WILL LEARN TO APPRECIATE IT

MC: *dragging them all by the hand to therapy*

MC: Păi aşa-i hora pe la noi măi bade- (This is hora to us well my mans)

MC, talking to Lucifer: Măi omu lu dumnezeu îți fut una de nu te vezi (listen God's man I'll fuck you over that you'll not see again) if u lay a finger on my țuică again

MC: I don't care that you have daddy issues, this is MINE now thank you very much.

MC: Doamne cu ce ți-am greşit? (God, what have I done to you?)

MC: tanti Lilith, ia-mă cu tine gagicuțo milf ce ești (Miss Lilith, take me with you you milf girlfriend)

MC: Chiar și culesul de căpșuni din Spania era mai ok dacât (even strawberry picking in Spain is better than) Therapist Simulator hell edition

Diavolo: *exists*

MC: Vrei să-ți fiu a ta mireasă? (Do you want me to be your wife?)

Simeon: *exists*

MC: Vrei să-ți fiu Ileană Cosânzeană? ( Want me to be your fairy wife?)

Belphie: Every time I doze off they say this weird phrase...

MC: Dormeo(mattress company) ! Noapte bună! (good night!)

MC: What do you mean im not allowed to have a cross around my neck?

MC: My dead grandmother would kill me it's Sfântu Andrei for fucks sake

MC: The law is law we gotta put garlic and salt everywhere around the house

MC: This is what you get from taking my țuică away AGAIN

MC: I mean, at least i dont have to take the bacalaureat and face the woman-hating-Ion-Creangă-fucking-twink-looking-nightmare-inducing Eminescu so

MC: *drinks a Mona Spirt (rubbing alcohol) bottle in one go*

MC: that works wonders for me

#IM SLEEPY SO IM GOING TO SLEEP AT 7AM BYYYE #♡♡♡#romanian mc #romanian mc obey me #obey me #obey me swd #Diavolo e dilf nu ați auzit de la mine #romanian #romania

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i-have-feelings-bitch · 3 years

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some thoughts on ÉLITE s4 immediately after finishing it

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD, obviously

so. i have some thoughts.

i really disliked how they kept on piling up problem upon problem and i’ve seen that a couple dozen times by now and it always ends the same - nothing gets solved. Not really, anyway. The solution usually is; another problem happens, but its bigger and far more important and severe than all of the other ones combined and it overshadows everything that had happened before.

on that note, and to be fair, this is a teen’s drama show. So i don’t mind it, just to be clear here. i enjoyed the heck out of this season, right now, it’s my favorite season of all. That might change later, as all of this still is so new and fresh and exciting so my mind naturally snaps onto it.

first things first; Omander went just like i predicted - they broke up just so they could get back together eventually, after some hardcore drama. (i cried anyway. a lot.)

there’s one character i liked throughout the whole season. no, wait, two actually. first is rebeka. i feel like her decisions made sense. i liked her story arch a lot. the second one is azucena. what a queen.

.........guzman has a really bad temper. always had and probably always will. (to the samu/guzman/ari drama; why couldnt they have a pretty threesome, ari was quite obviously polyamorous (but i guess nobody has ever heard of that lol) and samuel and guzman almost fucked any second anyways so what exactly was their problem)

surprisingly enough, i liked Patrick in a lot of moments, about 50%. i absolutely despised him in the other 50%. tbh im really not sure about his character like with him, i don’t see any reasoning or goal or whatsoever. i have no clue what he wants to achieve?? guess he just wants to be gay and fuck around and honestly? fair enough

Mencia. Oh, Mencia. i liked her a lot from the get go and i still think her character is cool as shit, but there were quite some moments when i wouldve loved to smack her across the face. i also cried a lot when it came to Mencia/Rebeka. when Samu said “Fuck, you two are cute”? i felt that. i very much cringed at the chocolate scene, but to each their own i guess.

Ari; about 95% of the season disliked her. i didn’t hate her, but she was like a knockoff version of Lu? listen, i know i’m being biased here and it’s very unfair towards her, but to me, it just felt like she always tried to be the mean girl but never really succeeded. my opinion of her skyrocketed in the last few minutes of the last episode, though. we love some good sibling care in this house. not like it had been like that in the beginning, mind you.

i. fucking. hated. Benjamin. like the whole time. i think there was legit one single moment when i thought like “okay hold on that was the first (and last) good move you made this whole season” and it was when he offered Mencia to listen to her anytime she wanted or needed to. otherwise. fuck him. his attitude, his way of talking, his way of acting, fucking everything. (in the very last scene, when he destroyed the table? like yeah, i get that you’re emotional and angry and shit but my dude, your youngest daughter just told you she basically got r*ped on a daily basis by the guy *you* invited to your house because you only saw his money. can you please show some motherfucking self-control and not scare said daughter to fucking death oh my god i hate this guy so fucking much) also because he kicked out azucena. on that note, ander being protective of his mom? absolutely living for it.

aaand Ander. here we go. oof. i did not like him for a good part of the season. actually, i think it probably started in episode one and ended in the last one, lol. i just felt like there were little things that made sense? i appreciated him telling Omar that he finds this other guy (aka Patrick) hot, but like some time later, they break up in this really horrible and heartbreaking sequence and a minute later, Ander goes whoring around like there’s no tomorrow? like, literally? huh? i found myself really torn between who to dislike more; Ander or Patrick. nice el desorden reference. (both the shot where he masturbated alone in the shower and the book, lmao)

as for Omar; can the writers just leave him the fuck alone please? what did he ever do to yall to ever deserve all this shit he has to go through constantly in this show holy fuck i HATE how he got treated by Ander and Patrick and Benjamin. This boy deserves so much better. he did seem a little out of character sometimes, i gotta say. not sure why tho. most times, he was the sweet, empathetic cinnamon roll we know him as. like idk man he does so much for his friends?? the thing with Philippe and Caye at the bar was adORABLE

which leads us to

Philippe. dude. what. was his character. most of the time, i felt kinda bad for him, like his so called friends literally all just saw the royalty in him (not that he made the impression that he didnt like that in the first few episodes, but yeah it’s a thing so i reckoned that would come up later on). also i was so happy for Cayetana ughguhghguhghh they were really cute together......but then he gotta pull this shit, like what??? in the actual fuck. he’s just like “yeah some girl tried to sue me, saying i r*ped her” and then later he’s like “so yeah i’m actually a r*pist, whoops, sorry, can you stay pretty please?” like ex fucking cuse the shit out of me sir. no. the problem is i *want* to like him because pol granch is a fucking sweetheart and i’m catching myself thinking stuff like hes kind of aware that hes a borderline r*pist and that hes also very aware that it’s not okay? but like? he doesn’t try to change? don’t even get me started on his mother. ugly ass bitch. that’s all i have to say.

so i didnt like Cayetana for a major amount of s3, like at all. but yeah, what can i say. shes just a sweet girl okay and now i have a soft spot for her. much like Omar i feel like, she gets a lot of shit, completely uncalled for and there’s nothing she can do against it she just like stumbles into the pile of crap and then is knee-deep in. i feel very sorry for her man i just wanna hug her.

just for the record, there was not a single second that i thought Amomrdm(shit i forgot his name lmfao) -the bad guy- was just being nice and helpful. tbh he just deserved what he got. whoops, there, i said it.

the build up in the last episode was very nice, i gotta say. it was low key obvious who would be the one to attack Ari, but it’s alright. i did not expect the thing with Guzman tho lol. You go man. (but still, aggression problems.)

side note; dude it really sucks that guzman and samuel were too busy fighting over Ari to actually notice her missing lmao

oh also - Rebeka’s ninja kick on the dock??????? HELLO????

guzman and ander leaving made me so fucking emotional?????? excuse me??? who gave them the right?????

edit; (a day later)

just noticed i completely forgot Samu, lol. hes just so far away from my type and i dont really have an opinion on him like yeah hes kind-hearted and cares for his friends, and thats sweet, but uuuhhhhhh. i was only there for the lil gay moments between him and guzman. there were a lot of them. i was really happy when he and Rebeka made up and talked to each other again, that was kinda wholesome. aside from that tho? idk hes just kinda [shrug-emoji] for me (like he had been from s1 all the way on to be quite honest)

that said, i’m sure theres lots more thoughts in my mind but the heat is making my head hurt lol ok bye

#elite #elite4 #this is neither a pretty post nor something serious #literally just me rambling #also it was like 3am when i wrote that initially #but i guess in case anyone wants to read it ill post it #also saving it for later #lily rambles

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ryukoishida · 6 years

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QZGS | The King’s Avatar Fic: In which Wenzhou and Shaotian go on a date at a Christmas market.

Title: Urban Sweet Author: ryukoishida Fandom: Quan Zhi Gao Shou / The King’s Avatar Genre: Fluff, romance Rating: PG Character(s)/Pairing(s): Yu/Huang (Wenzhou/Shaotian) For: @syncogon A/N: Who knew my work at the Christmas market would come in handy like this? LOL! Also, I still have carousel music stuck in my head please send help.

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Huang Shaotian’s eyes literally shine gold when he spots the carousel located in the center of the Christmas market.

“You know the merry-go-round is only for kids, right?” Lu Hanwen jeers with a knowing smirk, and as if to prove his point, the jolly sounds of children’s laughter and shouts scatter in the winter breeze as the carousel starts to turn, its red and white lights glimmering cheerfully.

“Then maybe we should buy you some tokens, huh, kid?” Shaotian doesn’t miss a beat when it comes to the youngest Blue Rain team member’s mouthy taunt.

“No thanks,” Hanwen sticks his tongue out before dashing into the crowd, disappearing into a sea of people lining up for foods and beverages amongst the small den of wooden huts that resembles a small, cozy village.

“Hey come back you little twerp, oi!”

Standing beside Shaotian with only a quiet, amused smile grazing along his lips, Yu Wenzhou glances over at the vice-captain of Blue Rain, who can only glare into the huge, swelling crowd of people helplessly as the back of Hanwen gets swallowed up as soon as he’s ten paces away from where they’re currently standing. His cheeks are tinted red — though whether that’s from the cold, chafing winter wind or Shaotian’s ire aimed towards the teenager, it’s rather difficult to tell.

“Well?” Wenzhou asks, an eyebrow arching upward in question.

Shaotian’s eyes linger on the bright, cheerful lights of the carousel before he unwillingly tears his gaze away from it, a hand reaching out for Wenzhou’s wrist with such resolution that it takes Wenzhou by surprise.

“Let’s go take a look around the market, Captain!”

“You sure?”

Shaotian pauses for a second — it’s brief but even so, his silences are usually more telling — and then nods adamantly, “I’m starving anyway. I heard there are waffles — on a stick! — and chimney cakes and churros and stuff, and I want to try them all!”

“Shouldn’t we have something savory first before getting dessert?” Wenzhou chuckles lightly while allowing Shaotian to pull him forward, and soon they both fall into steps with the crowds around them. The paths of the market are narrow and even more difficult to maneuver now that night has fallen and the number of people seem to only increase without the two men constantly bumping into each other, but Shaotian doesn’t even seem to notice how close they’re walking together, his tousled blond hair constantly tickling Wenzhou’s chin and the warmth and herbal scent of his shampoo drifting up until Wenzhou swears all he can smell is Shaotian.

“What are you even talking about, Captain?” Shaotian is shaking his head as if the captain was being foolish, his fingers still firmly encircled around Wenzhou’s wrist. “Obviously when we come to a place like this, we have to try all the sweets first. Come on, let’s line up before they sold out!”

And so for the next hour or so, the two men wander around trying out different types of European desserts: from Belgian waffles (on a stick and drizzled with chocolate sauce and syrup, and after Shaotian takes a selfie while holding the food, he gleefully takes a bite and lets out a satisfied moan as the sweet pastry melts in his mouth), Hungarian chimney cake with crumbled walnut toppings that spreads warmth onto their cold fingers while holding it and sharing it between them, to Spanish churros sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon that leave a satisfying crunch as they bite into the freshly-fried pastries.

“Oh my fucking god! Captain, look, look! Over there!”

As soon as they left one of the stalls that sells fancy, artisanal soaps and scented pouches —Wenzhou having bought a few gifts for his relatives while Shaotian trying to stay as far away as possible because all the mixed floral scents are making him sneeze like there’s no tomorrow — Shaotian shouts and points excitedly at a Christmas tree in the distance like a child who’s discovered a new toy. The warm white stringed lights are wrapped delicately around the tree, the tallest construction within the entire market, and as they flicker like prickles of starlight in the night sky, it’s as if the lights are trying to convey a secret message only to those who pay special attention.

“Holy shit, it’s a walk-in Christmas tree, what the fuck, this is awesome!” Shaotian dashes into the hollowed tree with his phone turned to its camera setting in one hand and Wenzhou’s arm in the other.

After promising that he won’t be posting any embarrassing photos on his Weibo, Shaotian finally manages to get Wenzhou’s permission to take some selfies together inside the tree. Though Shaotian is chattering incessantly while snapping photos, Wenzhou can’t help but notice that the majority of the people inside the tree are couples doing the exact same thing he and his vice-captain are doing, and the thought of it makes Wenzhou smiles just the slightest, a corner of his lips turning subtly upwards.

“Captain, you have a really scary smile on your face just now. What’s going on? What are you scheming?” Shaotian wants to know, putting his phone inside his jacket’s pocket with a worried frown.

“That’s a rather rude assumption, Shaotian,” Wenzhou only laughs softly as they step out of the tree to let more people stream in, “I was merely thinking what a nice idea this is — having the team taking a much-needed break and having some free time to enjoy themselves.”

“So, you’re enjoying yourself, huh?” Shaotian is looking straight ahead.

“Immensely,” Wenzhou replies.

There’s still some time before meeting up with the rest of the team, so they decide to wait by the entrance, where it’s significantly less crowded than the rest of the market area. They are near the carousel, and the line-up seems to have grown even longer compared to earlier in the evening. For a brief moment, the two men simply watch in companionable silence as the carousel starts rotating, music blaring out from the loudspeakers and making it a little difficult to talk.

Other than a toddler who continues to wail and scream and flail his limbs around wildly as the mother tries her best to calm her child down and balance him on the saddle of the horse properly, most of the people riding looks incredibly happy and warm — there’s a mother holding onto her daughter’s hand sitting side-by-side on separate horses; there’s a family of four settling on one of the benches; and there are many couples and young people taking selfies and cheering as the horses take the same path over and over again beneath the blinding, blinking lights.

“Shaotian,” he calls out his name.

“Yeah?” he turns to look at the captain, head tilted to the side slightly when Wenzhou turns to face him, eyes dark and mouth smiling.

“Hold out your hand.”

“… Why?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Do you always ask such redundant questions?” Shaotian rolls his eyes and holds out his hand with a huff, palm facing skyward.

Wenzhou places two red tokens into Shaotian’s outstretched hand, and for a short second, the blond merely glances up at him with a confused scowl.

“Um?”

“Tokens, for the carousel,” Wenzhou explains.

“I know that,” Shaotian says gruffly, his fingers closing in around the tokens to keep them safe. “I mean, why?”

“You want to ride it, right? Just treat it as a Christmas gift from me.”

“Kind of pointless if you’re not coming with me though,” Shaotian murmurs, his head lowered so that his voice is travelling straight towards the ground. He can feel his cheeks heating up even as the words leak out from his mouth, muffled by his scarf.

“What was that?” Wenzhou steps a little closer, his warm breaths ruffling Shaotian’s forelocks.

“I said,” Shaotian’s voice grows louder, his heart bolder, and he looks up, golden eyes almost defiant and much too bright, “I want you to come ride the carousel with me, captain!”

Wenzhou’s lips curl up into a smile, an expression a little less cold, a little less calculating, a little warmer and kinder and loving.

“If that’s what you want.”

When Wenzhou crawls into bed that night, he does a perfunctory check of his email inbox on his phone. After that, he taps on the photo app and the first photo — the latest photo that he’s taken — pops up onto his screen, and he can’t help but smile fondly at the subject.

Shaotian was not looking at the camera when the photo was taken, but he was having the time of his life: his hair fluttering in the breeze as the carousel picked up its speed, his eyes warm and bright with exhilaration and happiness, his cheeks and the tip of his nose slightly pink from the cold, and those lips that never stop moving were frozen into a permanent grin.

He was saying something to Wenzhou at the time — something about their latest match, he thinks, though he can’t quite recall, as enthralled as he had been by Shaotian’s expression at the time — and Wenzhou had been unable to stop himself from capturing that one, single moment.

Wenzhou doesn’t update his Weibo often, but he only hesitates for a full second before he signs into his account and begins to type.

#quan zhi gao shou #qzgs #the king's avatar #yuhuang #yu wenzhou #huang shaotian #bowie's crappy writing

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Gajevy Week 2017: A Surreptitious Suitor, Chapter 3

Third chapter of my Gajevy Week story (find Chapter 2 here).

Thank you to all of you who’ve read, reblogged, liked, commented, etc. It is very much appreciated!

Read HERE on fanfiction.net.

Days 3 & 4 Prompts: Pillow Talk and Trouble Twins

Fortunately for Levy, the Fairy Tail gossip/rumor mill had barely enough time to process the story of Gajeel carrying her home before other, bigger news took its place.

Crime Sorcière had been in town, and in the wee hours of the morning, someone—Mira—had caught an extremely inebriated Jellal and Erza in the throes of passion.

In the guildhall.

On Laxus’s desk.

Meredy and Mira were nearly foaming at the mouth happy, already planning a wedding, honeymoon, baby showers, the whole nine yards.

Laxus was threatening to burn his desk, if not the whole damn place, in order to “sterilize” it. Freed had cornered an uncomfortable-looking Jellal and was ranting about them disrespecting Laxus. Evergreen and Bickslow had tried to maintain fierce, disapproving glares, but only lasted about two minutes before dissolving into a fit of giggles over the entire situation.

Erza was the same color as her hair, and she kept apologizing and telling Laxus he could hit her. And of course, Natsu happened to walk into the guildhall at the tail end of that conversation and, being Natsu, had assumed it was an opportunity to fight Erza, Laxus, or both.

Levy felt a smidgen of guilt about being happy that better gossip had overshadowed her embarrassing story, but more than that she was relieved.

With a day off from volunteering and no job with her team at the moment, she opted to let the drama run its course before venturing out and planned to have a nice relaxing day in bed. Just her and a good book or two.

Perusing her own personal library, she spied a title that she didn’t recall buying. Wait, this is an out-of-print first edition! But…how…

Her first thought was Bickslow, as he’d become some bizarre sort of reverse book thief, sneaking books into her stacks at the library. But surely he wouldn’t stoop to sneaking into her apartment.

Besides, this wasn’t some kinky fetish book or a grotesque culinary anthology. This was a book she genuinely wanted, one she would appreciate, by one of her favorite authors. There was no way Bickslow would’ve even known she’d like the book, much less gone out of his way to find a first edition.

Maybe I bought it and I don’t remember? Wouldn’t be the first time. Hmm… Maybe Lu-chan got it for me and forgot to mention it?

Whatever the circumstances, Levy figured it didn’t really matter, though if it was a gift she’d like to thank the person.

Shrugging, she curled up in bed and cracked open the newly acquired addition to her collection, sighing happily as she began reading.

Three or four days later, after things had wound down from the “Great Desk Defilement”—as Laxus had taken to calling it—Lucy bounced into Fairy Tail, a wiggly Plue at her heels.

“Good morning, everyone!”

The cheerful blonde received a few waves and greetings in response, but her cheer was dampened when she spotted her friend Levy.

The bluenette was seated at a table in between Jet and Droy, which was perfectly normal. What wasn’t normal was the fact that Levy had her shoulders slumped, head down with her forehead grazing the table, her hands tangled in her hair and her signature headband in a crumpled ball on the floor next to her. Lucy could swear there was a dark cloud hovering over her.

Lucy made a beeline for her friend. “Levy-chan? What’s wrong?”

Levy lifted her head and stared blankly at Lucy, her eyes glassy and lips pressed in a flat line.

“Vendor error. Back-ordered. Don’t know availability date,” she said brokenly.

The celestial mage struggled to make sense of what Levy was saying, and then suddenly the proverbial lightbulb went on.

“Oh, Levy, no! They messed up your book order?”

Levy nodded briefly before dropping her head into her arms on the table.

“I know I’m overreacting, but I’m just so bummed. Let me wallow in my misery for a little bit longer, ’kay?” The edges of her lips quirked up slightly.

Relieved that it seemed her friend would recover, Lucy nodded and patted her on the back before walking over to her team.

Just as she sat down, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Hey, Bunny Girl, what’s wrong with the shrimp today?”

“Oh, evidently Book Land messed up her preorder of two new books coming out this week that she was really looking forward to. Said they’ll have to back-order them from the vendor, so she’s not even sure when she’ll get them now.” Lucy gazed at her friend, feeling both sympathy and disappointment. Truth be told, she’d been looking forward to borrowing them after Levy was done.

“What books?”

She stared at Gajeel, eyes wide. “Ehhh? Umm, one was Lazuli Le Fer’s new novel, Pillow Talk, and the other…” Lucy pursed her lips, thinking. “Oh! Dr. Flint Azure’s Trouble Twins, a study of twin archetypes in mythologies around the world. Why?”

The iron dragon slayer shrugged. “Just wonderin’ what was so special about them that she’s so bent outta shape.”

Lucy twisted in her chair to glare at Gajeel. “Listen here, mister. She’s entitled to be upset, even if— Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

Gajeel smirked. “C’mon, Lily. Let’s go take care of that, uh, job we snagged earlier.” Then he scooped up his Exceed and strode toward the door.

“Whaaa— Ch-chotto matte!”

Gajeel didn’t pause to explain, just kept walking.

A week or so later, around 10:30 am, Lucy pushed open the doors to Fairy Tail. She’d barely stepped a foot inside the guild when she was attacked by a pint-sized, blue-haired, overcaffeinated whirlwind.

“Lu-chan! Finally! I thought you’d neverrrrr get here, and I would’ve called, but I didn’t know what time you got in last night, and it would’ve been totally rude to wake you up just because I never went to sleep last night, so—”

“Wait, what? Why didn’t you go to bed last night?” Lucy interrupted.

The wired solid script mage thrust two books into Lucy’s face so excitedly, she almost smacked her friend square in the nose.

“Wow… Okay… I can’t read the titles if they’re that close.” Lucy backed up a step, refocused, and then her eyes grew huge.

Pillow Talk and Trouble Twins

“Are you serious?”

Levy nodded vigorously, somewhat resembling a bobblehead doll, before speaking rapid-fire. “Lu, they were in my room when I got home from volunteering yesterday, must be from that mysterious admirer of mine, and gods, you have no idea how good they are! Pillow Talk is precious and hilarious—precarious! No, that’s already a word, heehee… But you’re going to love it. And this!” She grabbed Lucy’s arm and dragged her over to a table.

There, Levy flipped open Trouble Twins, turned to a marked page, and stabbed her finger at it enthusiastically.

“Look—it’s about Gemini! I mean, it’s a tiny section, and they acknowledge that not much is known, but can you believe it? It’s about your spirits! Though they don’t cite you as the current contract holder, which is probably good…”

Lucy squealed excitedly in the middle of Levy’s outburst and hugged her friend’s arm. Then a thought occurred to her.

“Matte, Levy… Don’t you have to work at the library today?”

Levy twirled a piece of her hair around her fingertip distractedly. “No…”

Lucy gasped. “Levy! Don’t tell me you lied and called in sick!”

Levy blushed scarlet to the tips of her ears and planted her hands on her hips defiantly. “I didn’t lie, okay? I just told them I had trouble sleeping—which is technically true, except I never actually went to bed—and asked if they absolutely needed me today. They said no, not to worry about it.”

Behind them, Gajeel burst out laughing. He’d been eavesdropping and observing their antics—the whole guild had—and Shorty’s forced confession of how she’d weaseled her way out of work without technically lying had been too much for him to keep the “gi hi hi” from escaping.

“Oi, Shrimp, how much coffee’ve you had, anyway?” he choked out between chuckles.

“I don’t see what that has to do with anything.” Levy huffed. “Mind your own business.”

When his amusement had faded and the ache in his sides from laughing so hard had subsided, Gajeel called out to her.

“Hey, Shorty.”

She and Lucy had their heads pressed together, leafing through the book, but only Levy glanced up at him.

He gave her a genuine smile, one so rarely seen. “Glad you got your books. Nice to see ya smile.”

Then he left to browse the job postings without awaiting her response.

Levy felt her cheeks grow warm and butterflies take flight in her stomach.

I really hope it was you, Gajeel.

Author’s Note: As I’m guessing you figured out, these books don’t actually exist (to my knowledge). And I hope you’ll allow me the bit of leeway taken with Jellal and Erza, since alcohol does loosen inhibitions and getting them both laid, finally, pleases me to no end…

#gajevyweek #gajevy week #gajeel redfox #levy mcgarden #fairy tail #gajevyweek17

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Chapter 128: The Dream of the Holy Nun (XVIII)

{cw: helminthophobia}

The atmosphere was stagnant in the dark, and the night watchman’s exhaustion and confusion was truly written all over him. His deformed body was bent, seeming as though it was about to be destroyed by the weight of his soul.

The truth of the disaster of the new moon was so heavy that this Holy City, once known as the "hometown of God's brethren", had fallen into sin. No soul was left pure white or innocent.

The night watchmen were still struggling in vain for the ignorant residents - they couldn't tell the truth, which would destroy the Holy City’s last remaining peace and plunge the city into despair and sin, but if they didn't tell the truth, they couldn't persuade everyone to stay awake on the night of the new moon, and as long as one person fell asleep... the consequences would be like a hungry wolf getting into the sheepfold, and after dawn, the whole city would be a hell on earth.

Therefore, they could only choose to guard silently, make humble efforts, persist desperately, and try their best to make everyone who woke up forget this nightmare.

Qi Leren took a deep breath and the cold air entered his lungs, suppressing the discomfort in his stomach. A gloomy cold spread from his lungs throughout his whole body, making him feel like he was in a refrigerator.

Su He's cold and gentle voice sounded: "The disaster of the new moon couldn't have started suddenly without warning. Please recall, did anything special happen eight years ago?"

The night watchmen shook their heads.

"We’re also exploring the cause of the disaster in the new moon, but there’s been no evidence so far... There is only a suspicious rumor that eight years ago, the Lord's wife gave birth to a baby girl."

Qi Leren instantly got an inkling. Eight years ago, a baby girl? The blonde girl who tried to trick the memento brooch out of his hand happened to be seven or eight years old, so…

"About the baby girl, tell us about her," Ning Zhou suddenly said.

Qi Leren looked at him with puzzlement. Although the night was too deep for him to be able to see Ning Zhou's expression clearly, there seemed to be a vibrato in his usual cold tone just now. What was he worried about?

The night watchmen looked at each other. Finally, the leading night watchman said, "We’ve never seen the baby girl. This rumor came from the Lord's castle. It’s said that the Lord's wife was pregnant eight years ago. At that time, no newborn had been born for 13 years. It was even rumored here that there would be no more human beings born. If one was born, they must be a demon. Therefore, the Lord and his wife concealed this matter and only the closest servants knew of it. The maid who was ordered to take care of the child revealed it to her relatives because she was afraid. Later, the child was born on the new moon. From that day on, the whole city fell into a nightmare, and the maid disappeared with the new moon..."

"Has anyone seen this little girl in these eight years?" Qi Leren asked.

"Occasionally, some people say that they’ve dreamed of a little girl with blue eyes, long golden curly hair tied into two braids, and white roses in her hair. She looks dignified and holy, just like the portrait of the Virgin in the Vatican," said the night watchman.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, a portrait of the Virgin Mary... Qi Leren’s mind flashed to the figure of Maria in Ning Zhou’s half-field…

Ning Zhou went to the Vatican at the age of thirteen because Maria had died that year, just eight years ago.

Was this really a coincidence?

Qi Leren once again looked at Ning Zhou in the dark. Perhaps at this moment, only he understood his inner worries and fears. This field originally created by Maria to protect the Holy City had now become a hunting ground for demons, and the most terrible thing was... They couldn't be sure if Maria's dead soul had returned here, but had been polluted by demons’ energy and become evil.

If it had, it was the most ruthless mockery of fate for a pious holy nun.

"Dream..." Su He muttered to himself.

Dream? Come to think of it, everything that was happening here was related to dreams. Even the little girl would peek into his memory from dreams…

"The Witch of Nightmares? My friend and I have studied the data of the human world’s first demon invasion. At that time, the old Devil King’s most trusted witch was called the Witch of Nightmares, as she was good at manipulating dreams. If she didn’t die in the disaster 22 years ago, she must have fallen asleep then awakened eight years ago. It makes sense," Su He said slowly. "I'm afraid the cause of the disaster on the new moon is that she’s polluted this dead area created by the Holy Nun and is slowly recovering her strength until she can escape from here, or..."

Su He looked in the direction of the church grounds, eyebrows furrowed.

Dr. Lu suddenly covered his lower abdomen and said with a pale face: "My stomach hurts..."

Qi Leren, whose stomach had also been feeling uncomfortable, was also suffering from stomach pain. Cold sweat dripped down from behind and instantly soaked the clothes on his back. There was something there, as if something was rolling in his stomach!

Dr. Lu spat out a mouthful of blood. In the blood, a blue-black butterfly that had grown from a pupa was hatching from a chrysalis. The soft butterfly wings stained with blood quickly became dry in the wind, and it fluttered its wings and flew.

The Witch of Nightmares? Thinking about it, when she pretended to be Su He in the library, she had poured tea for him and Dr. Lu. At that time, they drank it without worry and the Rain-Day Clothing skill hadn’t been triggered.

Qi Leren, who had no time to dwell on it, took out the holy water Ning Zhou had given him a long time ago and drank it down. The stomach acid and blood fumes in his stomach settled slightly, but it still had him in a cold sweat. He didn’t know when Ning Zhou had rushed to him from the roof and held his shoulder to check the situation. Qi Leren handed him one third of the remaining holy water: "To Dr. Lu."

The butterfly hatched from Dr. Lu's stomach flapped its wings in the night. A childish laughter came from the butterfly and said in a sweet voice: "It's useless, even if the holy water can temporarily suppress it, you two will die in an hour because of the toxins."

Dr. Lu was in enough pain that he nearly lost consciousness. He used "Doctor’s Orders" once on himself, but his skills had no effect on this strange witch poison-medicine. Qi Leren's condition was a little better, but he was also shaking and unable to stand. If Ning Zhou hadn't been holding him, he would have already fallen down.

"Isn’t it painful? This kind of pain will get worse and worse as time goes by, until you can't even breathe. It's really pitiful. This feeling of slowly dying may be more painful than being eaten alive." The Witch of Nightmare's voice was still innocent and sweet, but her tone was full of grim malice.

The night watchman roared, "Is that you?! The one who made all this!"

The butterfly gradually changed into the outline of a little girl, and she giggled and said, "Oh, I remember you, you really are a poor worm. Whenever I see you trying your best to maintain this false peace, I can't help but want to laugh. Thanks to you, those ignorant fools have continuously sent me the power of dreams for the past eight years."

The Witch of Nightmares clapped her hands and praised the night watchman. The crisp applause made the night watchman roar and he went forward to fight with the phantom without thinking, but the witch's butterfly spread its wings and flew high above the air: "I hate places with lots of people. It seems you can endure for a while. I’ll give you the antidote in exchange for you bringing the field memento you hold to the old site of the Vatican."

"Sorry, madam, we don't believe a demon’s promises," Su He said lightly.

"I have no interest in your lives, but if you need a promise, well, I'll give you a devil's contract." The witch's butterfly flapped its wings, and the blue spots scattered from its wings and changed into a blank sheet of paper with a contract written on it.

Ning Zhou glanced at it. The contract required that the Holy Nun's field memento be exchanged for two antidotes, and the witch promised not to harm the contractor on the way to and from.

Su He turned his back to the witch and mouthed: Promise her.

"I’ll bring the memento," Ning Zhou said coldly.

"I can't agree to that. I don't want to be given something by the Holy See," the witch's voice became cold and disgusted.

"Then let me bring him," Ning Zhou said to the witch.

The witch's butterfly paused for a moment, then slowly flew to Ning Zhou and circled around him: "You remind me of someone... Okay, but this gentleman who controls the field must stay here and must not leave here until the contract is fulfilled."

"Fine," Su He said lightly.

After adding the contract amendment, the transaction was established.

Although Qi Leren's pain was so great that he’d lost the strength to speak, his brain was still awake. Everything was going according to their plan. Although the poisoning exceeded their expectations, they had planned to let the witch take one person away and then wait for her to offer to exchange hostages with the field memento. The poisoning was painful, but taking risks would make the witch let down her guard.

"Come on, follow me." The witch's butterfly flapped its wings in the night and the blue butterfly scales gave off faint fluorescence, floating like powder in the night.

Ning Zhou put Qi Leren's arm around his shoulder and led him forward.

In the heavy night, the pain beat on the body wave by wave, suffocating him from pores to bone marrow. He tried hard to stride forward, but his strength was gradually lost from the pain. He almost fell down from his legs giving out several times as Ning Zhou pulled him along.

"I can carry you," Ning Zhou's voice sounded in the dark.

Qi Leren shook his head. At this time, when he didn't even have the strength to embrace Ning Zhou's neck, he still wanted to say that he was walking. In fact, it was simply Ningzhou carrying him forward.

As he was holding him Ning Zhou paused, and the pain made this short moment become infinitely long... He hugged him against himself and strode forward.

The world was quiet with only one person's footsteps. Qi Leren trembled in the severe pain, struggling to keep breathing, and his will became fragile because of pain. Finally, he abandoned rationality and logic, leaving only pure instinct.

In the dark, memories rolled in pain, and Qi Leren remembered the cold and damp hole in the Witchcraft Sacrifice. At that time, he had just been rescued from the lake, so he was cold and in pain as he was held by Ning Zhou and carried forward step by step.

That dark road was full of his innocent sweetness and shy snickering, so warm, so gentle, and so joyful.

When the past and the present overlapped, he suddenly discovered that the mood at that time was no different from that of today.

Pain blurred his line of sight and his thinking was replaced by absurd imagination. He looked intently at the starry sea above his head, the eternal wilderness and the vast expanse. They seemed to be in a long river of time, and there was no future without the past. In only this short island of time, they were pulled by the net woven by the goddess of destiny. The two from different worlds met at that moment, were soaked by joys and sorrows, and sprouted feelings that they dared not admit.

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Chapter 89: Castle Cry (XVI)

This absurd and bloody scene shocked the three people. At least, Qi Leren had been stunned. He had witnessed death before, but such a tragic and shocking way of dying still made him feel scared. It took a good half-day to realize that he should do something.

He took a step forward, stopped again, and looked back at Su He.

Su He looked at the tragedy on the far away landing, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned. When he saw Qi Leren looking at him, he also stepped forward: "Go and see."

Qi Leren finally steeled himself and walked boldly to the stairs. In the dark light, Nan Lu, who was kneeling in a pool of blood, hugged Xiao Hong, who was only half left. The tears mixed with his blood that soiled her beautiful dress. She muttered: "You’re mine... It’s mine..."

When Qi Leren stepped on the first set of stairs, a hound barked on the stairs to the second floor. He suddenly looked up. The burnt hound slowly came down the stairs and stood beside Nan Lu, barking at them.

South Lu seemed to wake up with a start. She picked up the body on the ground and ran for her life towards the stairs above. The half of Xiao Hong's body was like a blood bag, with blood streaming, dragging out shocking blood on the ground.

The hound crouched beside the blood pool that looked like it was from a slaughterhouse, showing its dense teeth to them. It wasn’t until Nan Lu disappeared from the top of the stairs that it walked back slowly, ignoring them.

"Is that the dog you met before?" Dr. Lu asked from behind the two people.

"Hmm... but this time it didn't attack us?" Qi Leren said in confusion.

"This must be the result of two EX-lucks saving an E-luck," Dr. Lu spoke out.

Unable to refute, Qi Leren rolled his eyes.

Su He squatted down beside the pool of blood and looked at the scattered internal organs on the ground for a while. "Did you see how the NPC's body was divided into two just now? It stands to reason that two people pulling him at most could cause his arm to break. It’s impossible to have such a clean tear."

"I only saw a flash of lightning outside the window, and Xiao Hong became two halves. I didn't see anything else," Qi Leren said.

"Looks like they didn’t accomplish cutting their legs, but were instead struck by lightning. When those girls said they’d tear it apart, they meant it, not at all being vague," Dr. Lu told a cold joke.

"It’s probably that the Devil's power has infected the two NPCs, so they have abnormal strength and abilities. I’m afraid the inside story of this copy isn’t simple," Su He said, standing up.

"Devil's power?" Dr. Lu muttered. Qi Leren hadn't told him about being parasitized, so he didn't know anything about the Devil’s power.

"A kind of energy related to the Devil, I and Qi Leren can perceive some. At present, this copy should be inseparable from the Devil," Su He said and looked up at the upper stairs. "Let’s go up and have a look. Listen to their footsteps. They should be on the third floor. Have you been to the third floor yet?"

Both of them shook their heads. It was dangerous to go anywhere in the castle. In addition, the space was too large, and it wasn’t easy to collect clues. The two men had circled on the first and second floors.

"Before, you said that there is a key to the second floor. There should be no nursery on the second floor?" Su He asked.

"No, the nursery is probably on the third floor. We didn't plan to go deep into the story before, so we didn't go to the nursery," Qi Leren said.

"If you want to go, you have to find the key. I’m good at this," Dr. Lu said proudly.

Su He nodded and said to Qi Leren, "It’s very likely that you’ll meet the dog before you go up. How are you going to deal with it?"

Qi Leren looked at Su He's concerned eyes and silently swallowed the words "just do it or not": "I brought three miniature bombs, and now there are two left, so I should be able to kill the dog."

"If you’re not sure, let's go to the piano room on the second floor to get the dog collar. If my guess is correct, picking it up will attract the dog, and you can set traps to deal with it in advance." Su He expressed his speculation according to the previous experience Qi Leren had.

Qi Leren nodded eagerly, completely ignoring the way.

Before he could speak, there was a sharp barking sound over his head, which mingled with the sound of metal crashing, rumbling. The three men looked up, just in time to see the charred hound being hit by something, and fell hard on the landing of the second floor. The sound of clanging came, and Qi Leren whispered: "It's that armor!"

"It's not a monster in this world?!” Lu doctor cried in a low voice.

"Armor can't be easily burned, so it’s normal for it to appear in the outer world after the fire," Su He said.

The hound shot up again, barking and rushing at the armour, which swung an iron fist without a sword, and beat it to the ground again. The hound fell to the ground and rolled, making a whoop of a scream.

"Redmond, come back, Redmond!" From the third floor, there came Nan Lu’s cry. The hound barely climbed up from the ground before it ran in the direction of the voice.

The armor stood on the stairs, the heavy metal body was as tall as a mountain, and the heavy oppressive feeling was even greater than that in this world.

It moved!

With a deafening sound, the armor ran down the stairs with a long sword! Every step on the worn wooden stairs brought a tremor to the ground.

"Oh my god, it's coming down!" Dr. Lu whined and rushed to run.

Qi Leren was a little panicked, as he met this armor without psychological preparation. What can I do now? Use miniature bombs?

The armor came down very fast, and it was already on the platform almost in the blink of an eye. When Qi Leren's S/L skill was used to beat the crazy lady in the basement - although he didn't load the file after using it - he still had the Easter egg in hand, but this rare resurrection prop was meant to be used as a last resort for when your hand reached the bottom of the box.

Fight!

Qi Leren was ready to take out the iron rod from his inventory and fight the resurrected armor, but before he could come forward, Su He suddenly threw something and said, "Take it!"

Qi Leren reached out and grabbed it. It was a rope. He looked at Su He and suddenly understood what he wanted to do.

The armor running down the stairs was getting closer and closer. Qi Leren and Su He each took one end of the rope, quickly distanced themselves from each other, and crouched down on both sides of the stairs in a posture that was ready for retreat. Dr. Lu stood blankly at the bottom of the stairs, suddenly realizing that he should run away, and turned to run down the stairs.

The armor is very fast, and when it came to the rope, it was too late for it to brake. The rope that was not as high as its knee tripped it perfectly. The heavy armor fell down under the momentum, and its strength was so great that it almost made the coarse hemp rope in Qi Leren’s hands slip.

The armor that fell down the stairs made a heavy noise. At the moment when the body touched the ground, its helmet, gauntlets, and sword all fell out and turned into separate metal parts, which were scattered all over the floor. What was shocking was that with the separation of the armor, broken bones were revealed inside the armor, which were obviously a skeleton.

Dr. Lu, who squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, opened his mouth wide: "Can you still play like this? This is too easy."

Su He slowly put away the rope: "It was worth a try."

Qi Leren had a bit of recollection: "What if it reacted quickly and didn't trip? Or tripped and it didn't fall apart? What if the skeleton inside comes alive?"

Su He smiled mysteriously. After letting it hang in suspense, he said slowly, "Then run."

Qi Leren: "..."

Dr. Lu: "..."

"But this task is D-level difficulty. Even with the interference of demon power and the true ending route, the difficulty will not exceed B-level at most. Under this difficulty, monsters other than the boss will not be too difficult to deal with, or there are opportunistic methods. As long as you respond quickly and observe keenly." After appreciating their ever-changing expressions, Su He gave a reasonable explanation.

Qi Leren agreed and nodded. It was even more difficult to figure out a way to deal with the armor in the heat of the moment. Su He was rich in experience, so he could solve monsters with the simplest props and terrain. He was an elder player from the Village of Dusk. Even if he didn't use the skill card, dealing with this difficult a task was a simple matter.

"This skeleton is a bit interesting..." Su He stood on the stairs and looked at the skeleton that had fallen on the ground and become shattered, showing an interested look.

"Look what I found!" Dr. Lu suddenly cried joyfully, having found a bunch of keys from the pile of metal parts and skeleton fragments on the ground, and shook them excitedly.

"It should be the keys to the third floor. Well done," Su He praised him. The light here was too dark, and he hadn't noticed the ring of keys hidden in the armor.

Dr. Lu ran up with the key and handed them to Su He.

Qi Leren was no stranger to his companion's talent in finding things. Instead, he had doubts about this armor: "Su He, why do you think this armor fought with that dog just now?"

Su He rubbed the keys in his hands, hesitated and said, "I have a theory. At present, the NPCs and monsters that have appeared in this castle are as follows: four drama characters, the maid Nina, the crazy lady boss, the active armor, the burnt hound, white bones, and skeletons. Bones and skeletons are undoubtedly the former servants of this castle, with the weakest strength and no intelligence. They should be controlled by the will of the crazy lady, and attack all creatures that enter their sphere of influence. The burnt hound is also controlled by the crazy lady - now it should be controlled by Nan Lu. She called it away just now. But the skeleton in the armor, it is obviously not controlled by the crazy lady. So there is the question: who is it?"

Dr. Lu jokingly said: "It’s probably a self-motivated skeleton. It felt that wearing clothes is too mainstream, so it had to wear armor. It immediately evolved from white bones to an armor skeleton, became an elite monster, and then rebelled."

Su He: "..."

Qi Leren: "..."

Qi Leren leaned against the handrail of the stairs and pondered: "According to what you said, would the skull and bones in this armor be the male host Johann?"

Su He nodded with a smile: "Your idea coincides with mine. Imagine that when the crazy lady was killing people everywhere, the male host John might hide in the armor because of fear. As a result, the crazy lady couldn't find him and set fire to the castle. He was burned to death before he could escape, so he became such a monster. Armor, as an ornament, should represent men in a symbolic sense, and it also means strength and power, so he preferred this identity. The armor is the will of the male owner. In this case, it’s understandable that it would be at conflict with the hound, because the hound Redmond guards the crazy lady."

Dr. Lu snorted twice: "It seems that this couple is still turning against each other."

"I'm afraid this is inevitable," Su He sighed.

"Why?" Qi Leren asked.

"In fact, I can see from their names. Johann's letter to Dr. Flajser has his signature. His name is Johann Sebastian Wolff. Mrs. Sarah's full name was given by Luo Xueyi just now. Her name is Sarah von Wolff. There is a 'von' in Mrs. Sarah's last name, which is a symbol of noble birth in Germany. If Mr. Johann was a noble, he would never miss this word when signing his name, so he is probably not of noble birth. This task has never mentioned what title he had. On the contrary, this Mrs. Sarah must be a big noble," Su He analyzed. "Johann's diary mentioned that she didn't want to live in the city after she came here, but built a castle. This castle was paid for by her. She should be a very rich lady due to inherit a lot of property."

"Wow, the silk is soaked in Bai Fumei's inspirational story, but unfortunately Bai Fumei has mental illness." Lu doctor immediately extrapolated from the conspiracy theory to guess, "He knew Mrs. Sarah had a family genetic mental illness, but still married her, this is either true love or for money. When doing business in China during the war, it was difficult to hide from people's eyes and ears, so did he come here to make a fortune from her legacy? "

"This possibility isn’t ruled out," Su He said. "If Mrs. Sarah had no mental illness inherited from her family, I’m afraid that her family would not easily have agreed to this marriage."

Qi Leren couldn't help recalling the crazy behavior and shouting of the crazy lady in the basement.

There was still a copper frame on the wall of the landing, which was illuminated by lightning again and again in this stormy night. He remembered that in this portrait of the inner world, she held her dog and snuggled up to her handsome and elegant husband. Her smile was full of happiness, and her husband also looked at her gently, loving and tender.

It was a wonderful time that they wished to go back to, to witness that they once loved each other.

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Editor’s Notes: Dr. Lu, please stop making jokes that don’t translate well, I’m trying my best...

I’m going to be taking a one week hiatus from posting. Long story short, I’ve been overloading myself recently and have fallen behind on several projects, this one included. Updates will resume as normal on Saturday Jan 16th. Thank you for your understanding :)

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Chapter 75: Castle Cry (II)

With a loud bang, the lights turned on, and the whole hall showed its magnificent side under the light. The magnificent chandelier hanging from the domed ceiling gave off dazzling light and dispelled the surrounding darkness.

Just now, the stale smell dissipated with the bell, and the traces of being eroded by fire disappeared around it, leaving a colorful castle with a bright marble floor reflecting the lights, thick carpet on the corners, and delicate decorative patterns on that carpet. At that moment, the whole hall was brand new and shining.

"It seems that this isn’t the old castle that was burned by fire from just now, at least it has electricity." Qi Leren's hand was still on the switch on the wall as he spoke to Dr. Lu.

Dr. Lu touched his chin. "Oh, it's interesting. When we entered here just now, the old castle had been burned down. Now, once the bell tolled, it looks like we entered the old castle before it was burned down."

"What's the use of saying this now? Hurry and find a way out! The door is gone, but there are windows!" Luo Xueyi woke up after a brief state of wonder and realized that they were now in strange danger.

Dr. Lu gave her a pitying look: "According to the rules of horror films, I don't think we can get out through the window."

The light overhead made the fear dissipate a lot. Luo Xueyi stamped her foot and took her boyfriend Miao Bo's hand. "I don't believe it. I'm going to look for it! If you love me, you’ll come with me!"

Dr. Lu took a slap in the mouth and stopped Qi Leren who wanted to stop Luo Xueyi: "If she’s so eager to die, let her go, maybe you can find something." Of course, it was most likely that they would find two bodies later.

"Why don't we also..." Xiao Hong hesitated, wanting to follow Luo Xueyi and others, but was pulled by Nan Lu. "Don't go!"

Xiao Hong, who was forcibly held by his girlfriend, reluctantly glanced at the two people who were leaving, and remained silent.

"What now?" Nan Lu asked with a clouded expression.

Qi Leren glanced at Dr. Lu and saw that he didn't answer. He said, "I don't think we can go out through the window. If we want to leave this old castle, we have to solve the mystery of the fire that happened here. If you know anything about the legend of this old castle, you might as well say it. Maybe it’s also a clue."

Nan Lu thought for a moment. "All I’ve heard is the legend that the mistress of the castle killed everyone because her husband was unfaithful, and then set fire to the castle. Xiao Hong, have you heard anything?"

Xiao Hong was a little distracted, and only after hearing his name did he react: "I... I heard from my parents when I was a child that a servant stole a lot of money with outsiders. In order to cover up his crimes, he went mad and killed people in the castle overnight, then set fire to destroy the evidence and disguised it as an accident."

"What do you think?" Qi Leren asked Dr. Lu.

"I'm not sure..." Dr. Lu murmured bitterly. "Well, if I insist on saying it, I think the second one is more reliable."

"Why?" Nan Lu disapprovingly asked.

"It's very simple. There are at least a dozen servants in an old castle. Can an adult woman kill so many people casually? Killing people is very tiring. Seriously, if you’re an ordinary person and I give you a knife to chop down ten people who are standing still, you’ll be exhausted. Besides, the person she wants revenge against is only her husband, so why kill everyone together? This is revenge on society, which is totally illogical. So I think the second one is more likely. The owner of the castle came from Germany to do business. Instead of living in the city, he built such a castle. He must be very rich. It’s logically possible that someone colluded with the servant to kill for money, but... "Dr. Lu said, spreading his hands.

"But what?" Nan Lu asked.

Qi Leren had a little understanding: "But the theme of killing people for money is not suitable for solving puzzles."

"As a positive solution, in terms of subject matter, the first story is very suitable. The lady who went crazy because of her love is like a final boss of a horror game." Dr. Lu rubbed his chin and looked thoughtful.

"It's meaningless to think about it now. Let's walk around carefully and see where the bell came from." Qi Leren said.

The other three people didn't disagree, so they took to the curved staircase and headed in the direction where the bell had just come from.

At this time, the painting on the wall was intact and hadn’t been destroyed by the fire. They finally got to see this portrait.

On the platform where the left and right curved stairs merged together, facing the door was a huge portrait. The picture showed a young couple, the man looking handsome and elegant in a suit. He gently looked at his wife, a woman in a formal dress with long golden curls winding over her shoulders, which made her beautiful face more beautiful and refined. She was holding a big dog and her face was pulled into a happy smile.

Below the portrait was the floor clock that had just sounded, and the hour hand and minute hand walked at their own rhythm.

Was the man in the portrait the owner of this castle? Qi Leren was lost in thinking about the portrait.

"This should be the master and mistress of the castle? They look very loving." Nan Lu's face showed envy.

Xiao Hong also replied: "Yes, she looks really beautiful."

Nan Lu immediately pinched him and said angrily, "You only know how to look at beautiful women!"

"Don't look at it that way, you’re the most beautiful!" Xiao Hong quickly picked up his girlfriend

The flirting between lovers made Qi Leren feel uncomfortable. Looking at Dr. Lu, he saw that he was also wearing a long face. The two exchanged helpless eyes and were about to continue to go up. Suddenly there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground downstairs, and then Luo Xueyi, who had taken Miao Bo to look for a window before, screamed: "Ahhh!"

The shrill screams plunged into Qi Leren’s heart like a sharp sword, and his originally calm heartbeat suddenly became fierce, and Qi Leren rushed down without thinking.

Outside of the brightly lit hall, the corridor was still dark, and Qi Leren turned on his flashlight and walked forward step by step.

Illuminated by the flashlight, the corridor was filled with dark and dead human sculptures and potted plants, and the shadows moved with Qi Leren’s footsteps, which made him wonder what lay in the distorted shadows.

Through the long corridor, the space in front suddenly became.

There was a crescent moon hanging in the sky outside, and a large patch of moonlight was sprinkled into this room from the window crucified by iron bars, casting shadows and criss-crossed light. In the bright moonlight, floating dust could be faintly seen, looking like plankton floating in the deep sea.

Qi Leren had smelled blood, which had been with him since the day he entered the game. He was already too familiar with it.

The flashlight’s yellowish beam dispelled the deep and remote darkness, but it could not erase the bloody scene.

A suit of armour the size of an adult male was standing in the corner, blood dripping from the sword in its hand, with a small pool of blood on the ground. Twisted into an impressive posture beside the armor was the body of Luo Xueyi’s boyfriend, Miao Bo!

From behind him came Dr. Lu's trembling voice: "Qi Leren, is everything all right up ahead?"

Qi Leren took a deep breath: "Nothing, come and have a look, can he still be saved?"

Dr. Lu crept up, saw the body and the strange armor, and gasped: "Oh my god, it can move!"

"I don't feel danger." Qi Leren touched the card slot on his waist. S/L, Rain-Day Laundry, and Primary Fighting Skills were all inserted in the card slot. In order to prepare for this mission, he went to Chen Baiqi to buy three miniature bombs, and specially bought a rune that could be embedded in weapons which allowed an attack effect on ghosts and other spirits, so as to avoid frequent bloodletting.

Dr. Lu was a little relieved, and carefully walked to Miao Bo's side. He had fallen to the ground in a strange posture, like he had knelt on the ground after being stabbed and then flopped to the side, forming a very twisted position. Dr. Lu checked his pulse, looked at the wound again, and immediately retired: "It's hopeless, a sword pierced his heart, even lying in the ICU couldn't save him let alone this terrible place."

Nan Lu asked in a panic: "How could he be stabbed by a sword? Will that armor still move?"

"Where’s Luo Xueyi? Will she be all right? " Xiao Hong also asked.

Qi Leren glanced at the armor again. It stood firmly in the corner, like a special ornament. If it wasn't for the blood on its sword... But the blood was only on the sword. If that armor hadn’t killed him, could it be Luo Xueyi had killed Miao Bo with this sword and ran away? There was no problem in terms of time, but what was her motive?

Knock knock knock.

There was a gentle knock on a door and the four people jumped in surprise, looking at the direction it had come from.

There was a hidden door deep in the room, which you wouldn't notice if you didn't look carefully.

Knock knock knock.

The knock on the door came again, and a soft and strange voice came from the other side: "Is there anyone outside? Can you open the door for me?"

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