Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Nope.” The old man sighed, “You’re so annoying. Why can’t you just die like everyone else.”
“I don’t want to, nothing’s going to happen if you let me go right?” Huai Shi’s breath grew heavier.
“Look at it, it’s all broken, it’s all broken!” The old man wiped the sweat off his forehead. Then, he threw the things into the bin. “It’s all gone, how can you be so annoying.”
“Without a heart, Bi Gan (TN: Chinese God of Wealth) can still live for half an hour, half an hour will do.”
“You’re so pesky!”
“At noon, there was a whistle-blower friend who treated me for lunch, we ate hot pot…”
Huai Shi had completely lost his breath. It was unbelievable that he could even make a sound. Perhaps it was the concept of death that broke through his shell of fake emotions. He had never felt so lonely and sad. He did not want to die. He wanted to talk to someone. Thus, he continued talking to the man.
“Have you ever eaten hot pot? You look like a foreigner. Hot pot is a speciality in China. Let me tell you, although Old Yang is deceptive and troublesome, his hot pot is superb…”
“…”
The old man stopped talking
Born with nothing, died with nothing. The clothes of the corpse were already taken off and this guy was still not f*cking dead?! To make matters worse, for some reason, he would not stop blabbering nonsense!!!
“Why won’t you just keel over and die?!”
“Who the hell knows? You’re a real bastard, crazy, old pervert…”
Huai Shi said in a hoarse monotonous voice, “I meant, please save me, why don’t you? I will sell my body to you, as long as you don’t engage in homosexual activities, I will do whatever you say… wait, even homosexual activities are fine… ”
The old man’s white hair stood upright, revealing the stitches on his face. He slammed the table in a fit of rage, “Death is inevitable!”
“I don’t want to die even if it is …”
Huai Shi hesitated. He tried to negotiate with him: “Can I die only after I feel I have lived long enough?”
“…”
The old man went silent, scratching his hair frantically, making an irritable roar. It was like his fighting spirit had completely vanished. He bent down, slowly putting away his knives, razors and scissors. He put them back into the toolbox, sorting them neatly into different categories. After that, he untied his apron. Then, he meticulously brushed his messy hair with a comb.
“F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!!!”
He suddenly shouted, throwing the toolbox onto the ground in anger, violently stomping on it. He smashed the cabinet in the corner into pieces using an axe he picked up from the corner of the room.
“Goddamn it, what the hell is this!”
He yelled toward the ceiling as if he was talking to someone, “Did you see that? He won! Take all your guinea pigs away from here! Immediately! I don’t want to see him again!”
At that moment, it was as if time stood still, everything was frozen in place.
There seemed to be a door opening in the void. A ray of light shone from within, pulling him in slowly like a rope.
Huai Shi looked around in confusion, not knowing what was happening.
At that moment, he considered turning around and pointing his middle finger, just like his seniors would.
The next moment, he was swallowed by the beam, submerged in a sea of silver light. He was being pulled by an invisible force. He moved upwards as if he were walking through the deep sea, feeling a crushing weight press down on him from all directions. What made him even more terrified was that, in this silvery sea of light, every drop of water was so viscous that it almost condensed into liquid elementium.
As far as the eye could see, it seemed almost endless. It was impossible for the human eye to see where it ended, it was as if it covered the entire world.
White Silver Sea.
The convergence of all human elementium, the sea of nothingness, the source of all wisdom, the great existence above the realm of mortals… Crow’s description from before once again emerged in his consciousness.
At that moment, he broke through the sea. He was thrown into the air.
He drifted aimlessly in the plane of nothingness between the sea and the sky, watching the pure dark sky that was free from any impurities and the endless stream of the silver ocean flowing beneath his feet.
From afar, it seemed that two faint shadows were sitting by the sea.
“Word is, the last time my daughter saw a picture of you, she cried and begged, saying she wanted a crow that looked just like the one in the picture… I had no choice, and I was in a hurry at the time. I only managed to get her a pigeon, and she asked me why it was a different colour. I told her, “It was originally black, but its mother was born without ink inside of her”… Ughh, I have not seen her for seven years now. I don’t know if she is doing well, and how is she doing in her studies. ”
A bearded middle-aged man sat crossed-leg by the sea while smoking a cigarette. He was holding a can of beer in his hand. He helplessly complained to his ‘drinking buddy’ beside him.
He got up and shook the soot off his feet into the conveniently placed sea beneath.
“Relax, rest assured, I got the chance to see her right before I came. She has grown quite a lot. She has grown into a gorgeous woman.”
Crow’s wings were curling around the cigarette and the same beer. She patted the middle-aged man’s shoulder, “Although the pigeon you gave her seemed to have caused a little problem… Ah, my summoner has come. ”
The bearded man raised his eyebrows for a glance. “It looks ordinary, is there anything special?”
“Does playing the cello well count? The kind that can add 2 extra points for the National College Entrance Examination.”
“Is it that amazing? Are there any tricks?” The bearded man’s eyes lit up.
“Hmm, this is quite a talent? Most people can’t seem to learn it.”
Crow waved its wings. Looking up as she finished the last bit of beer in the can. Then, she got up to say goodbye, “It’s getting late, I will take my leave… But then, as the guardian of the silver sea, there are only seven natural enemies. Is it really okay for me as a fugitive to get away scot-free?”
The bearded middle-aged man thought about it for a moment. He then scratched his face in sorrow, sighing, “Forget it, I will be off work in two days. I have been slacking here for seven years. Couldn’t you let me relax a bit more in the end?” ”
“That’s much appreciated.”
Crow smiled affectionately. Spreading her wings, she flew into the distance.
The swift shadow reflected on the silvery sea surface, it gradually elongated, dancing like a flame, changing. Until finally, it transformed into a tiny figure.
The edge of the black skirt fluttered like water. It was dragging on the ground, though was free of any dust. The edge was delicately emblazoned with dark gold patterns. It extended upward along the edge like thorns.
Just as Huai Shi looked up, he caught a glimpse of a slender leg poking out from underneath the skirt. He was dazed.
The back part of the long skirt was hollowed out, exposing a clean and smooth back, decorated in mesmerizing patterns.
Countless colours meshed together, forming entrancing patterns. They appeared to change from time to time, but it could not be seen clearly.
Soon, the weird tattoo was covered by black hair that was let down.
Just when Huai Shi was stunned speechless, she raised her head and revealed a mature and delicate face.
“Come on, my summoner.”
She was hugging a very familiar-looking box. She rested her hand on the teenager’s shoulder. She then smiled sweetly:
“I’ll walk you home.”
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At that moment, in the suburb of New Ocean City, the horrifying elementium burst out in Huai Shi’s bedroom!
A blinding light with something within.
——the Book of Destiny!
With an invisible force holding it up, countless pages were turned frantically. Immeasurable amounts of elementium were being released from it, making itself appear burning flame.
The elementium had been extracted from Huai Shi’s body a long time ago. Now in the blink of an eye, it seemed depleted of all energy. It progressed into an endless series of illusions and transformations.
The pages were burned to nothingness in the fire. In the end, only the title page with his name was left …
On the title page, a picture of a half-moon began to grow.
It grew until every inch of the page was covered.
After countless deaths, it collected its last one. The endless records of deaths written in ink were quickly absorbed by the moon. Surrounding the centre of the circle, it transformed itself into a vortex.
Countless numbers of the word “death” collided uncontrollably
In the end, the moon’s limit had been reached. The binding was torn apart, revealing its silhouette, countless pitch-black whirls of death appeared. They combined to form a huge vortex. Sharp flames protruded from it, appearing to form a crown.
It was a horrific sight… a pitch-black void of death!
Drip!
As if it were all an illusion, the graph on the ECG machine in the emergency room oscillated as faint beeping continued in the background.
Life went on.