No Hero Side Stories 6: Good Child, Bad Child, Part Three

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No Hero Side Story: Good Child, Bad Child

Original novel in Chinese by: 御我(Yu Wo)


Good Child, Bad Child, Part Three—translated by Doza (proofread by Arcedemius & Trespasserby; C/E edited by lucathia)

Ri Xiang Ye felt that this issue was a little hard to resolve. He shouldn’t interfere with internal conflicts in the mafia. However, if they continued to clash like this, who knew how much longer this mayhem would last. It had been a long time since Cornell’s death, yet they still had not decided on the person to be their boss. Perhaps the reason for their slow progress was the heroes keeping check on them, and as a result they could not make any large commotions.

“I’ll give you a week. I will notify the heroes not to bother you for this week. You’re not allowed to involve the civilians. After one week, if you are still being a disturbance, I will kill off all your candidates but one. You won’t need to choose!”

Ri Xiang Ye realized that after having killed before, threatening them with death was highly effective. Even though this was probably the wrong move, he couldn’t find a more effective method to stop these criminals… But did doing so mean that he was no different from a criminal?

Though he felt hesitant and doubtful about himself, he had to do this to bring this messy situation to a timely end.

Both sides privately discussed among themselves. It was evident from their whispering that they felt extremely dissatisfied. However, in the end, they still did not dare to reject it in front of Dark Sun and could only argue weakly.

“One week is too short…”

“Then two weeks!”

Continued

No Hero Side Stories 5: Good Child, Bad Child, Part Two

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No Hero Side Story: Good Child, Bad Child

Original novel in Chinese by: 御我(Yu Wo)


Good Child, Bad Child, Part Two—translated by Doza (proofread by Arcedemius and Trespasserby; C/E edited by lucathia)

“Let’s start sparring straightaway. But you have to control your strength. Don’t tear your Lin-yéye apart,” Lin-yéye said after some consideration, as he gazed at Ri Xiang Ye’s arms and legs with a knowing look.

Ri Xiang Ye hurriedly assured him, “I definitely won’t!”

After saying that, as if he was afraid that Lin-yéye would back out, he quickly moved his arms into position, adopting a perfect tai chi stance. However, compared to Lin-yéye’s pose, it was slightly lacking in ease and composure.

Previously, even though the slow-tempo combat was full of techniques that used the opponent’s strength against them, because of the slowness of it, it could not be applied to real combat and was more like a form of training instead.

Sparring was slow sometimes, quick at other times. Pushing, pulling and parrying were used to defend, and also had the additional benefit of completely disrupting your opponent’s fighting rhythm. Thus, pushing, pulling and parrying were also offensive moves that emphasized turning your opponent’s advantage to your own, and converting your opponent’s strength into your own strength. The more powerful the enemy, the stronger you became!

Continued

No Hero Side Stories 4: Good Child, Bad Child, Part One

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No Hero Side Story: Good Child, Bad Child

Original novel in Chinese by: 御我(Yu Wo)


Good Child, Bad Child, Part One—translated by Doza (proofread by Arcedemius & Trespasserby; C/E edited by lucathia)

No matter how exhausted he was or how late he had slept the previous night, he could always wake up punctually at five the next morning. To most people, this would be quite difficult. However, to Ri Xiang Ye, this wasn’t difficult in the least. Rather, sleeping in was impossible for him—Ri Xiang Ye was a cyborg.

He got out of bed, opened his wardrobe, and then felt a bit troubled.

In the past, there were only a few types of clothes in the wardrobe: the dress shirt and jeans he wore to school, the sportswear for exercising, and his pajamas. There was no need to choose at all. He only had to wear something according to what he was going to do. There was entirely no need to agonize over it!

However, ever since he became a model and X-Killer’s spokesperson, the number of clothes he had had accumulated. If Charles did not regularly donate the clothes to charities, he probably wouldn’t be able to stuff any more clothes into his wardrobe.

Ri Xiang Ye truly did not know how he should feel about his life getting more and more complicated. He took out a set of sportswear that he had never worn before and quickly slipped into it. Following that, he walked out of his room.

“Good morning, Young Master.”

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Illusions, Lies, Truth SS2: Slay; Eliminate

Illusions, Lies, Truth Side Story: Slay; Eliminate

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


“Slay; Eliminate”—translated by Michimochi (proofread by Trespasserby & elisa; C/E edited by lucathia)

“Okay. I know you don’t like hunting weird things, but there really isn’t a choice.

“Yeah, yeah. I know that we’re demon-hunting, evil-dissipating, Taoist priests, not that the average person can actually tell the difference between those things. If it’s their first time meeting one, being able to find a commissioner is already pretty good. On that note, demons and ghosts are actually the same kinds of illusory familiars.

“After we’re done, I’ll order the best oil to offer you, okay?”

It was approaching ten in the evening. A high school student was walking into a large, lightless building. He was muttering to himself nonstop. If people saw this scene, most would be tempted to comment, “Child, if you’re unwell, you should hurry and see a doctor.” Afterwards, they would kindly report it to the police.

If they saw this boy’s face, they might even add, “Such a pity. He grew to be this handsome but is a nutcase.”

The high school student had brown hair and green eyes. His facial features were relatively striking, a foreign face in line with current beauty standards. The pride of his entire life was receiving a hundred love letters during his third year of middle school, though rejecting those hundred girls nearly led to their belief that he was gay.

“Gay? The only one who is constantly by my side has always been Slay. He can’t take human form. At most, it can only be said that I have a fetish for objects, right?”

Lu Yang truly mourned that he either had to be a gay person or an objectophile. If it really were true, then he’d just admit it. But, it was really that he didn’t have the time to go out with girls.

Continued