Dominion’s End V3C4: The Laboratory, Part One

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Dominion’s End Volume 3: Ice-Bound Splendor and Majesty

Original novel in Chinese by: 御 我 (Yu Wo)


Chapter 4: The Laboratory, Part One—translated by Elkin (proofread by Arcedemius; C/E edited by lucathia)

As the door opened, the soft metallic sounds of guns being gripped tightly surrounded me. It was dim outside the elevator, and the lights above flashed erratically. The damage here was not as bad as in the room above us. The explosion we had heard just now was probably some distance from here, but that was a good thing; otherwise, the elevator might have stopped working.

The scouts split into two parties as they scanned the surroundings. When they were certain that it was safe, they signaled “clear” to the back, and only then did the group follow them.

I was at the center of the group. Judging from the surroundings, this was a huge hall. This was a bad sign. If just the hall was this size, then this whole place must be enormous. Not only did this mean that we would have to expend more effort in our search, there were probably more experiments than we’d originally thought.

After checking out the hall without any incident, the soldiers started allocating tasks. Some were put on guard duty, and someone was sent to find the main switch. Blackie was even sent to take a look at the computers to try and repair them and see if they had any useful information.

“So? Can you pull up a map of this place?” the second lieutenant asked anxiously.

“Give me a minute. It takes time.”

Blackie didn’t even bother turning his head and focused his attention on the monitor. The monitor was huge, like a large TV screen.

I was standing to one side, a bit curious. I didn’t expect Blackie to be in charge of this.

The second lieutenant growled in frustration, “Goddammit, why the hell is it so quiet here? How the hell are we supposed to find them?”

Continued

No Hero V5C8: Sing; Wail

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No Hero Volume 5: Fallen Angel

Original novel in Chinese by: 御我 (Yu Wo)


The Angel Falls Chapter 8: Sing; Wail—translated by Tentacles (proofread by Faren & Trespasserby; C/E edited by lucathia)

Dark Sun! You have finally arrived…

“No, no!” “Dark Sun” shouted, “I’m DSII!”

DSII? Why is it you again? Is Ah Ye really that busy?

“Ah Ye?” Tilting his head, DSII said, “He’s home, but he said he doesn’t want to come.”

Doesn’t want to come? What does that mean? A hero doesn’t have that kind of choice! What’s been going on with Ah Ye recently?

“Ah Ye is a bit weird. Daddy said that he will be okay after a while, but Daddy’s words can’t be trusted. All those who trust him are dummies!”

…Can’t you use a mature tone to talk?

DSII shook his head vigorously and said, “Daddy programmed me to be a ten-year-old child! Unless it’s time to pretend to be ‘Dark Sun.’ Ah Ye commanded that pretending to be Dark Sun needs maturity and calmness, but maturity and calmness are so boring!”

Then, you can continue to pretend to be Dark Sun now.

“Don’t want to! Chu-gēge knows I’m not Dark Sun! So why do I need to pretend to be Dark Sun?”

Chu-gēge… Don’t use Ah Ye’s face to call me that. My fallen goose bumps have already covered the floor.

“Then, Chu-shūshu?”

Definitely no!

“Beloved little Chu Chu?”

What kind of ten-year-old kid are you pretending to be!

“No this, no that. Chu-gēge, you really are an annoying little thing!”

Continued

Illusions, Lies, Truth V2C3: Hidden in the Dark Part 1—The Master

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Illusions, Lies, Truth Volume 2: Human Doll Contract Part Two

Original novel in Chinese by: 御 我 (Yu Wo)


Chapter 3: Hidden in the Dark… Part 1—The Master—translated by lucathia (proofread by Trespasserby & elisa)

A tall, slender, middle-aged man with an otherworldly air sat on a chair of cypress. He wore a modified traditional Chinese jacket, rather old-fashioned, but not so strange to the point of looking like a person that had walked into the wrong time period. It could be said that this person’s temperament commanded respect, and was suggestive that he was a reclusive man of great talent.

However, before him were several businessmen wearing suits and ties. Standing in front of all the others was a particularly fat man, who appeared to be the leader. He had quite a haughty demeanor, but at that moment, he was actually reverent and showed respect toward the middle-aged man, not at all daring to be lacking in manners.

“Master Wu, I am planning on purchasing a piece of land for a new construction plan. I would like to ask if you could go over and take a look. Is this land a favorable one?”

Continued

GOD V1C9: The Poor Pet Who Makes a Living to Feed His Master

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GOD —The Beginning of the End— Volume 1: The First Pet is a Swordsman

Original novel in Chinese by: 御 我 (Yu Wo)


Chapter 9: The Poor Pet Who Makes a Living to Feed His Master—translated by lucathia (proofread by Arcedemius & Trespasserby)

As Bai Saya watched Shooting Star chase after Tang Wulie with a whip, he smiled and shook his head. Then, his gaze turned toward the twisted, burnt corpse on the ground.

At first, he had thought that he would feel great emotion from completing his vengeance, but when Bai Saya looked at the corpse on the ground, his heart was strangely calm, void of both happiness and hatred. All he felt was a sense of relaxation from having finished his task.

“Shifu, your disciple has avenged you,” he said softly.

“Xiao Bai!”

Bai Saya raised his head. Shooting Star’s large eyes sparkled before him. This expression must mean he’s up to no good again, right? He couldn’t help smiling helplessly. “What is it?”

“What is it!” Shooting Star’s expression was shocked as he asked, “H-have you forgotten?”

“Hm?” Bai Saya began feeling flummoxed. Did I really forget something important?

Shooting Star’s mouth wobbled, and his large eyes welled. He used a rather pitiful voice to mumble, “You promised me earlier, yet now you’ve forgotten it completely. Xiao Bai looks so honest, but it turns out that he’s a big liar. My big bro was right that you can’t judge a book by its cover. I gave you my all, yet you stomped all over my heart…”

Continued