Dominion’s End V3C7: Thirteen, Part Two

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

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

Chapter 7: Thirteen, Part Two—translated by Michimochi (proofread by EvlNabiki & elisa; C/E edited by lucathia)

“My head hurts real bad. His psychic ability is really strong. The Thirteen in this time period might not specialize in physical combat, Dàgē.”

I probably wasn’t too far off the mark, seeing how he couldn’t stand the cold yet was able to instruct other aberrants.

Jiang Xiaotian, however, didn’t care about Thirteen and only frowned. “Are you okay?”

How can I be okay? Waves of pain kept piercing my head, but compared to just now when I couldn’t even talk due to the pain, this wasn’t a big deal.

Rather than the headache, my main concern was that dream just now, which was more confusing. As I gained more and more past memories, I almost had the answer in my hand, but I didn’t dare to think too much about it. I’d love it if I’m… but on the other hand, that’s also…

I didn’t dare continue that line of thought. I forced myself not to turn my head away, not to avoid meeting Jiang Xiaotian’s gaze.

Chen Yanqing anxiously said, “Xiao Yu, your eyes are bloodshot and your face is still kinda pale.”

No wonder Jiang Xiaotian was so worried and seemed to have given up on chasing Thirteen. I shook my head and said, “I’m fine. Let’s go. Something’s up with Maternibaby, probably the work of your fellow soldiers. They’re going to be in trouble, what with Thirteen hurrying on over.”


Illusions, Lies, Truth V2C4: This Bookstore’s Part 3—Author

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

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

Chapter 4: This Bookstore’s… Part 3—Author—translated by lucathia (proofread by EvlNabiki & Trespasserby)

Yu Shu walked along the street, a toy longsword in her hand.

Along the way, plenty of children stared at her plastic sword, and many wanted to rush over and snatch it to play with it. The adults next to them could only keep a tight hold on them. Their gazes seem to mock this “auntie” who was still playing with toys at her age.

But all that didn’t matter. It was better than carrying a katana and having Mr. Policeman take her in for tea. Besides, the favor she was doing was going right on Jiang Ziya’s tab.

However, Yu Shu was still a bit irked. Why do I feel that I have the worse end of the deal? I only had Jiang Ziya go to the supermarket to buy stuff once, and a bunch of things resulted. She had only started keeping a tab not long ago, and she already felt that Jiang Ziya would probably need to do grocery shopping for her for his entire lifetime before he could pay off the debt.

Only children paid Yu Shu attention, but all sorts of people paid attention to the man following behind her.

House Keeper wore a dress shirt, vest, and dress pants. Wearing this outfit outside was not as strange of a sight as wearing it at home, but he was carrying a large, red backpack on his back. There were even decorative devil wings on both sides of the bag. Paired with his classical, refined demeanor and walking under the colorful neon city lights, the incongruity of his image shot through the roof.


No Hero V6C2: Evening Sun Plaza, a Tangle of Noises, Ill Habits, and Bravery

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No Hero Volume 6: Heaven or Hell

Original novel in Chinese by: 御我 (Yu Wo)

Heaven or Hell, Second Level—The Evening Sun Plaza, A Tangle of Noises, Ill Habits, and Bravery—translated by Ever (proofread by Cesium Black & Lala Su; C/E edited by lucathia)

Do you know Dark Sun? It seems like he’s been a hero for a long time, too. Did you or did he become a hero first?

First Wind replied with an uncertain attitude, “Oh, Dark Sun? I’m not sure when he first started being a hero, since he keeps such a low profile. If it weren’t for the media relentlessly pursuing us heroes these days, then he might still be unknown to the world.”

Can he be trusted?

“Heh, I don’t even know him, so how am I supposed to answer you?”

Then, do you trust me?

“Hmm? Oh, of course.”

But you don’t know me either, and you neither know my true identity nor what I do for a living. How can you trust me?

“Don’t I know you?” First Wind laughed, “Do I really not know you just because we wear masks? Would you claim that you don’t know First Wind?”

…You’re really optimistic. You look very happy, unlike someone who has been through a lot of hardships.

“Really?” First Wind said as he laughed, “That might be because I have a younger brother that I need to raise, so I don’t have any time to dwell on sorrowful thoughts… Ah, after hearing so much about me, will you discover who I am? Haha.”

Even if I did discover your true identity, I won’t tell anyone about it. I swear.

“Well, I am not worried about that at all.”