Big and Little Sun Go Go 46: Just Draw Blood to Study First

Big and Little Sun Go Go

Original novel in Chinese by 御我 (Yu Wo)

Part 46: Just Draw Blood to Study First—translated by Trespasserby (proofread by Minthe; C/E edited by lucathia)

What do we do after finding him? Don’t tell me it’ll update yet again? How is anyone supposed to know what to do?!

After hearing the update to the main quest, Grisia was ready to leap up and hurl lightning to smash Will’s screen—Charles had explained that the transparent rectangle was called a screen.

Grisia thought about what to do. He still had a Players’ Summon he could use. Do we want to use brute force to break through and find “him”?

But if the mission updates after that and we need to stay in this area, it’ll be a huge problem.

If we don’t break free, then Elaro and I will likely be watched very closely for a long time. No, wait. Elaro would be the one who would be watched closely. Since I’m eight years old, I might have a chance…

It’s no good! I’m too sleepy!

“Elaro, stall for time and let me sleep first. Tell them that story about having to kill your own aberrant parents with your own hands. As for anything about Liola, just say you don’t know. In any case, you really don’t know anything about him.

“If the situation takes a turn for the worse, summon Earth to help you block bullets. See if we should directly flee or if we’re strong enough to see if we can find ‘him’ first. The most important thing is don’t force yourself…”

Grisia had leaned by Elaro’s ear to quietly instruct him. He tried to muster his energy, but he hadn’t slept the entire night. While he could suppress his sleepiness as a sixteen-year-old, as an eight-year-old, he really couldn’t. He felt as though he would fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes…

Without any sound coming from next to his ear, Elaro turned his head to look. His teacher had already fallen asleep on his shoulder.

He steeled himself to tell his story of lies and let his teacher get a good nap in.

The three of them were taken to an empty room, completely devoid of anything aside from a long table and a few chairs. After that, everyone else left. Only the three of them remained, with the instruction to wait.

Elaro frowned as he recalled that the passageways along the way had various doors and sometimes large stretches of transparent glass. However, he hadn’t seen a single window that faced outdoors. He didn’t even know which direction to run away in. And he had no idea how to operate the rectangular room that had transported them to this place.

Elaro turned his head to look at Liola. Does this person know?

“Do you—”

But Liola cut him off. He looked at the large lens on the wall and said, “They’re watching us behind that.”

Elaro immediately shut his mouth, but he also felt reassured. Since Liola knew about these kinds of things, he was clearly as familiar with this world as Charles was. So there probably shouldn’t be any problem with operating that room from before?

Not too long later, the professor and two soldiers entered. The soldiers were holding guns and stood by the door, their eyes fixed on Elaro and Liola.

On the other hand, the professor was completely relaxed and asked, “Do you want the child sent to another room to sleep?”

Elaro held tightly onto his teacher and declined, saying, “There’s no need. He’s sleeping very soundly on me.”

The professor shrugged and sat down. Staring at the golden hair the “brothers” had, he asked, “What country are you from?”

Elaro didn’t know how to answer the very first question. He could only say, “We were born in this country.”

Hearing that, the professor asked, extremely suspicious, “You don’t look like you’re of mixed blood. No matter how you look at it, you look like foreigners.”

… Teacher, trying to trick people is very hard! All Elaro could do was stick to his story, “But I really am of mixed descent.”

Fortunately, the professor didn’t seem to care too much about the nationality question and didn’t pursue it further. Instead, he began asking about what he was truly interested in.

“When did you start being able to use that water mirror? Which day of the apocalypse?”

I don’t have an answer for the second question. Don’t tell me that I won’t even be able to stall for time for Teacher to sleep? Despairing, Elaro lied, “The first day.”

The professor blurted out in astonishment, “You could use it the first day? Without eating any crystals?”

Elaro could only nod.

He didn’t know if the professor believed him or not, but he didn’t say anything further about it. Instead, he turned to Liola and asked, “Where are you from?”

Liola replied, “The Aklan Republic.”

“What?” The professor was stunned. He very much doubted that there was such a country. But he wasn’t certain. After all, there were lots of big and small countries out there. He looked at the two soldiers by the door and asked, “Is there such a place?”

“Never heard of it.” The soldiers shook their heads.

The professor frowned and tried to ask, “Did you know that this is Junguo?”

“No.” Liola honestly answered.

“Do you know how you got here?”

“No.” Liola continued to honestly answer. Liola truly had no idea how Will transported him to this place.

“Don’t tell me that you’re really from another world? How could that be?”

The professor was both excited yet felt like this had to be impossible. But if it was true, then this discovery would be even more shocking than the apocalypse itself!

“No, I must take blood samples to study. If he really is from another world, then there must be some sort of difference.”

Will: “Triggered side quest: don’t leave proof of dimension-traveling people. A reward can be obtained based on the option the readers choose.”

  • Don’t draw blood: Do draw a combat-type summon. Duration one hour.
  • Give blood and then steal it back: Obtain one vial of blood from the bloodline of the Dragon Emperor.
  • Have blood drawn and then leave proof: The players lose one thousand points.

Hold on, Dragon Emperor? Elaro hadn’t forgotten about the “Dragon Emperor’s Heart” item that had appeared earlier. Uh, that wasn’t Liola’s heart, was it?


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