Big and Little Sun Go Go

Original novel in Chinese by 御我 (Yu Wo)

Part 33: The Guard Tower—translated by J Tao (proofread by Trespasserby; C/E edited by lucathia)

“Congratulations to the players for receiving this piece of important information about the current world: the deadliest number. The hint is as follows: 013.”

The two sun knights were still listening attentively and waiting for the rest, but Will ultimately spoke no further.

“Just a number like this?” Grisia said, surprised.

Elaro quickly related the circumstances around the special spinner wheel to Charles in full detail.

Drawing on his knowledge of movies and books he had seen before, Charles speculated, “According to the eyewitness’s information, ‘those people’ were capturing those who were about to turn into aberrants, and bringing them back to a ‘base.’ This was most likely to perform observations, or perhaps experiments, on them. Perhaps this number is a serial number for experiments… wait!

“Your main mission is, ‘No one knows he will become the future king of aberrants’,” Charles said, an idea having suddenly come to him. “Perhaps the number 013 is the experiment serial number of the ‘king of aberrants’?

With pure sincerity, Grisia asked, “Will, may the target of the next Readers’ Summon be Charles again, please?”

Continued

Big and Little Sun Go Go

Original novel in Chinese by 御我 (Yu Wo)

Part 32: International Book Day—translated by J Tao (proofread by Xuan & Trespasserby; C/E edited by lucathia)

The meat bun’s tears seemed unending.

Though it was a strange object beyond imagination, Elaro would often go out on missions and see many odd phenomena. Besides, it was just a meat bun, and one that was crying terribly pitiably at that. It didn’t look the least bit threatening.

With a white and plump bun body and two big, blue, glistening eyes, the meat bun actually looked pretty adorable.

“Shh, don’t be scared.” Elaro patted the bun as gently as he could, though he was a little worried as to whether the methods used to comfort a child would work on a meat bun.

The meat bun’s waterfall of tears slowly began to shrink, until only the tears on its face were left. Although it was still crying, its mood had obviously improved. Upon seeing this, Elaro put even more effort into comforting the meat bun.

Grisia silently watched his student, who took unexpectedly proper care of the meat bun.

Continued