GC: Chapter 36

36. Heartache

In her heart, Ma insulted and jeered at Feng Qun over and over. She thoroughly trusted JingYuan anyway, so she left her youngest son in his arms. JingYuan strode out the door and she quickly followed suit in her high heels.

Bai FuRen and his two other children made their excuses to the old Mr Yan and Yan Cheng, and followed the departing trio.

Once the Bai family was gone from the hall, old Mr Yan’s expression darkened even further. He stared at his foolish son.

“What are you standing around for? Are you waiting for that Feng brat to cause even more trouble?” he exclaimed in fury.

“Pardon me, sir. I have some urgent business waiting for me at home. I’ll be leaving first. I will be back another day to make up for this,” said Feng DeCheng in a panicked tone as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Then, he rushed away without a single look Feng Qun who he was leaving behind. The crowd dispersed and pretended as if nothing happened. The hall was as tranquil as ever.

“What a cruel man DeCheng is. He abandoned his son just like that,” Yan Cheng said.

“It takes a bold man to sacrifice a castle to protect his queen. If someone like that ever rises to power, he would be a terrifying man. Be careful of that man,” the old Mr Yan replied.

“Don’t worry, Father. I will never let him have the chance to,” Yan Cheng said with squinted eyes.

“If you still have to dilly-dally chatting here, does that mean you want that Feng Qun to hang around until New Year’s?” The old Mr Yan’s brows furrowed, exploding in fury once more.

“Don’t be angry. I’ll get someone to throw him out right now.” Yan Cheng hurriedly put on a grovelling smile.

A laugh nearly broke out of Mr Yan through the sheer ridiculous performance. He tried hard to keep a straight face and looked away. Yan Cheng chuckled and ordered some men to throw out Feng Qun with his poisonous glares.

Chen TianYang watched as Feng Qun was kicked out. A gleam flashed through his eyes. Bai YiHan was the apple of XueQing’s eye. This fool just hurt him, making XueQing angry. So angry that she grabbed hard at that fool’s neck. Did her fingernails hurt? It was absolutely unforgiveable.

Hmph. He’d never even been strangled by XueQing! Unforgiveable!

He picked up the handkerchief XueQing casually threw away. He folded it into a neat little square and carefully slipped it into his pocket. Then, he slowly walked off.


In the car, JingYuan worriedly asked, “HanHan, shall we go to the hospital?”

YiHan’s mind was all jumbled up. The past and the present memories were all melded together. He was thrown back to just before his death. Upon hearing the word ‘hospital’, he reflexively and fervently shook his head.

“I don’t want to! I won’t go to the hospital! I don’t want others to look at me! Don’t let them see me! Please! I beg you!” he cried.

JingYuan’s heart felt as if it was going to shatter from the heartache. He tilted YiHan’s head until YiHan’s forehead touched his cheeks.

“We won’t go to the hospital. No hospital. There, there. It’s all fine now. No one will discover where you are,” JingYuan said soothingly.

He held YiHan tight in his arms. His face dark and gloomy. Hate filled and dripped from his heart. Once he was done comforting his HanHan, he will make that Feng Qun suffer so badly he wished he could die!

XueQing was seating in the front passenger seat. Her head kept turning around to look at YiHan. Her face was very upset too. Her expensive crystal-encrusted nails were on the brink of snapping from the force she was exerting on them. The treasure of their entire family was actually frightened into hysteria right within their sight. What right did she have to call herself a bro-con now?

Upon arrival at the Bai family mansion, JingYuan carried YiHan out the car and up to YiHan’s room. He was about to put YiHan down on the bed, but YiHan’s hand clung on tight to his sleeve. If YiHan wasn’t willing to let him leave, how could he bear to let YiHan go? He could only sit on the bed with this big baby in his arms.

Ma was pacing in circles in worry. “What do we do now?” she repeatedly said.

FuRen held her tight by the shoulders. “Don’t panic. Doctor Chen will be here soon,” he said.

“Didn’t you call him on the way back? Why isn’t he here yet?” Ma asked.

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LC: Chapter 42

42. Blessing in Disguise

It’s so different with someone carrying. Even if XiaoYu’s spells didn’t do much damage, the increased experience – the monsters were nearly double of XiaoYu’s level – was astounding. Thus, before it was time for the sweet baby to go to sleep, the one level XiaoYu had lost was back.

“Why is the Job Change Quest still greyed out?” Locked quests had grey text. Unfinished had white. Completed quests had bouncing red text.

“Try deleting it? Then wait before accepting it again,” Poor_Man suggested.

“The game says I need to pay 100 crystals to delete a locked quest,” XiaoYu replied after tapping on the greyed-out box.

“Huh? What do we do then?” I_Am_A_Poor_Man had never encountered something like this before, of course. Almost everyone could pass their second Job Change quests in one go.

“Let’s ask at the Job Change Hall.” HereticKing wasn’t sure if that would work. When he failed his third Job Change quest, it auto-deleted itself.

The trio teleported over to Prole’s Job Change Hall. Awaiting XiaoYu was still that expressionless priest.

“Father, I’d like to ask about my Job Change quest. Why can I still not complete it?” XiaoYu asked.

“Hello, little Acolyte. Your quest is currently locked. You’ll need to pay 20 crystal coins to unlock it,” replied the priest.

“Deleting requires 100. Unlocking needs 20. Is the game trying to commit highway robbery?” I_Am_A_Poor_Man griped.

“Do you have enough on you?” HereticKing didn’t bother commenting on the prices and just turned to XiaoYu.

“No,” XiaoYu said with a shake. Ever since he dropped all that money from being killed, he never carried more than 1 crystal on him.

“I’ll lend you some,” HereticKing replied.

“I have it in my Storage. I can just go get it.”

“It’s rather far from here. The earlier you’re done, the better. Isn’t it nearly bedtime for you?”

“Yes…Thank you. I’ll return it to you tomorrow.” XiaoYu had considered it. It was a reasonable suggestion. A trip back and forth would take up quite some time.

XiaoYu handed 20 crystal coins over to the priest. The priest flipped open his bible and as he chanted, a gentle white light descended onto XiaoYu. After the light faded, XiaoYu looked at his Quest tab. The Job Change quest’s text had turned back to the ordinary white colour.


“What is it?” Neither HereticKing nor I_Am_A_Poor_Man could look at XiaoYu’s Quest tab.

“The number of mobs has changed. It was 100 each. Now it’s 500 each,” XiaoYu replied in confusion.

“Why are there so many?” Even with them high-levelled players helping, it’d be a hard quest to complete. It’s definitely not something they can finish by tonight.

“Father, is there something wrong with the quest?” XiaoYu remained as polite as ever when he questioned the priest.



“Little Acolyte, if you think it’s too much hassle, I can delete it. No charge,” the priest kindly suggested upon witnessing XiaoYu’s good manners.

“It’s fine.” It’s killing monsters either way. The more he fought, the more the tiny cat could collect. It’s better than changing the quest to a fetch quest. He wasn’t in a rush. He just needed to be more careful during the quest to avoid being killed again.

“Gods. It’s a total of 1500. Just when will you grind until?” exclaimed Poor_Man.

“It’s fine. I can slowly hack at it. I can also help you collect more ingredients,” XiaoYu replied.

“Ugh…” I_Am_A_Poor_Man peeked at HereticKing over XiaoYu. The other had a highly unreadable expression on. “I’ll help you out.” A single secret quest, some ruckus, and he’d forgotten all about that. He should be punishing himself in the Zombie Cave.

“We’ll start tomorrow. Go rest up.” HereticKing looked at the time and realised it was getting late. Might as well get XiaoYu to sleep early. They’ll start grinding away at the mobs like bots tomorrow.

“Chief, I think there’s a meeting with the HengXiang Group tomorrow,” Poor_Man commented.

“I know. Remember to stay safe tomorrow, okay?” It was clear the second sentence was directed to XiaoYu.

“Mn. I’ll be careful.” The penalty for dying after Level 10 was too high. He never wanted to experience it again.

The trio left the Job Change Hall. I_Am_A_Poor_Man who was walking at the back of the group then received a message from HereticKing.

“How’s the kill squad organising going?”

“Relax, Chief. He definitely won’t bump into that knight from tomorrow on,” Poor_Man replied.


“Well, I’m off to sleep. Thank you for today,” XiaoYu said.

“No problem. We’re all friends.”

“Um…Yao, I will pay you back tomorrow.” It was the first time XiaoYu called QiYao out loud by his name. It made XiaoYu feel rather embarrassed.

“No rush.”

“Good night.” The two cats waved their paws, then XiaoYu turned and walked down another path.

“Wait. Where are you going?” If memory served him right, the only place that path led to was…

“To sleep in the hotel.” XiaoYu found it strange that I_Am_A_Poor_Man would call out to him.

“But over there is…”

“Mn. The poor district. The hotels there are really cheap.” It cost only 1 silver a night, although the beds were rather hard and the room rather plain.

“Xiao-Yu…did I accidentally put in 100 silvers for your payment?” I_Am_A_Poor_Man was feeling rather dejected. He shouldn’t have selected the wrong currency, right? So why would XiaoYu need to sleep in the ratty hotel of the poor district?

“Nope. You did give me 100 crystals. Because I kept spending money when I entered the game, I found the cheapest hotel in the city. I’m used to sleeping there now,” XiaoYu replied.

At once, both I_Am_A_Poor_Man and HereticKing felt a sense of guilt. The former because he asked for so much materials in return for nothing, yet he never realised XiaoYu was on the brink of poverty. The latter because he recalled the letter that was sent over to him late in the night. He really did hit the nail on the head with that wild guess. XiaoYu had worked hard late into the night just to have enough silvers to mail that.

“Is there a problem?” XiaoYu didn’t understand what the two were brooding for. His wide catlike eyes filled with question marks.

“No. Ah! Right. Wait here for me.” I_Am_A_Poor_Man casted a Rush at himself and quickly disappeared from XiaoYu’s view. (Rush is a skill that’s unlocked once Haste reached 500 proficiency. It can only be casted on the spellcaster. Triple the Haste boost for 5 minutes with a cooldown of 5 hours.)


“You have money now. Why not treat yourself better?” HereticKing ruffled XiaoYu’s hair.

“It just needs to be a sleeping surface. I’m not very picky.”

“Then how about treating your kitten better? Otherwise, it might really run away with me.” HereticKing stroked the tiny cat’s head. He knew just how important the small cat was to XiaoYu. Perhaps going in from the kitten would persuade XiaoYu. Ah. This kid was good in all ways but he’s somewhat stubborn and dense.

“Yes…true.” XiaoYu thought about it. The little one always slept curled up by his side. While it never complained, even he thought the bed was too hard.

“At least find a softer bed. Poor should be bringing something interesting back.”

“Dun, dun, dun! Take a look at this.” With Rush, I_Am_A_Poor_Man came swaying back not 10 minutes later. He waved a thick wad of paper in the air.

“Free Hotel Coupon…?” XiaoYu squinted at the vouchers in his hand and read the name out.

“That’s right. You can stay 1 night for free in any hotels that aren’t 5-stars. Luckily I recall not having thrown out the prizes from the Labour Day event.” His interest was piqued. He wanted to sleep in all the beds in A.O. So, he snatched away all the coupons the guild members bought with their points. His interest waned fast and there were still plenty of coupons left, just gathering dust at the bottom of the chest.

“Those will last you for two months straight at least. Here, take them.” As he said so, he stuffed them all in XiaoYu’s hand.

“Thank you.”

“No need to be a stranger. Remember to tell me where the best beds are.”



The next morning, XiaoYu returned to the old days of camping in the Zombie Cave. One by one, the mobs shuffled over. One by one, they died. The only change was the decrease in how often XiaoYu was poisoned.

I_Am_A_Poor_Man, HereticKing and even Below_The_Moon would come help out, but not for the entire day or together. After all, they still had their own jobs to attend to and their own grinding to do.

By the fourth morning, the grand mob massacre drew to an end.

“Xiao-Yu, I really admire how you just immersed yourself in this place for days on end before. It’s really tiring to one’s tastes.” I_Am_A_Poor_Man mimed putting on an eye mask and exercised his eyeballs.

Stepping into the Job Change Hall once more four days later were XiaoYu with his previous companions, I_Am_A_Poor_Man and HereticKing. Both of them wanted to witness the moment he succeeded turning into a Priest.

“Congratulations, player LuckyCat, for succeeding in becoming a Bishop.”

B-Bishop? Shouldn’t it be “Priest”?!

Translator’s Notes:

  1. Something interesting: Ever wondered why Asians always use the word interesting? That’s because the common Asian counterpart to that phrase means “of note”, “fun”, “peculiar/weird in a good way” or even “kinky” (if used along with certain connotations) all at once. Bear with us poor translators as we all struggle to decipher the exact English equivalent in that line and find something that’s not just “interesting”.
    I couldn’t decide if HereticKing meant XiaoYu would like what Poor would bring back, or if he was talking about how Poor would be bringing one of those special effect items that XiaoYu might be interested in, or if he just meant Poor would be back with a thing.
  2. Bottom of the chest: Not a phrase I’d translate usually as it’s a saying from days of yore that doesn’t really apply to modern life. As one might guess, it’s from back when banks didn’t really exist. You’d keep all your valuables and money in a single chest somewhere in the house. The more valuable it is, the less likely you’ll use it (or it’s a useless valuable that you shove in a corner and forget about). Hence, it’d be relegated to the bottom of the box.
    It’s also why the saying, “lining the bottom of the chest”, is used to refer to items/cash that are the last line of (financial) defence. Without that lining, there are no more cash to spend. All you’ll have are immovable assets like the house and farm. Even then, those will likely be gone because land deeds would be in that chest of treasures.
  3. Poison by zombies: The original text state the rate XiaoYu got poisoned was higher, however it should be lower with his new necklace’s +30% Poison Resistance. Perhaps the author’s referring to how reckless he was being. We’ll never know because this chapter also got “locked” by the new jjwxc censorship bots. Hurrah.
  4. Bishop: This is not an actual class in RO. Its special skills will be revealed in the next chapter. I’ll discuss more on why this name was chosen even though the direct translation would be “High Priest”.

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GC: Chapter 35

35. Nothing to Do with the Feng Family

Feng DeCheng’s face was crumpled together in a frown. He couldn’t afford to offend anyone present at all. Just what had that cursed child of his done to frighten Little Master Bai so? He gritted his teeth internally. He just knew that boy was useless. He thought that since he became a lackey of Little Master Bai, that boy would be somewhat capable. But DeCheng didn’t think that the boy would offend everyone the family couldn’t afford offending before the family even got any benefits from the Bai family.

And just what would these people do to the Feng family in vengeance? At that thought, DeCheng loathed the fact he couldn’t just gobble up this troublesome and failure of a son!

DeCheng shot a harsh glare at Feng Qun. How he wished he’d never had such a son. “Please don’t misunderstand me, Miss Bai. The Feng family really isn’t involved in this at all. That unruly child had the good fortune to mingle with Little Baster Bai before. I’ve always told him. He must respect Little Master Bai. Never ever make him upset. I really don’t know what happened today. That rebellious child actually clashed with Little Master Bai. Our family has nothing to do with this!” he grovelled.

Mu JingYuan who’d kept silent for the entire conversation spoke up, “He’s your son. Now you say his actions has nothing to do with the Feng family?”

“Mr Mu, my heart aches too at the fact this treacherous boy actually dared to clash against Little Master Bai. From today onwards, he has nothing to do with the Feng family!” DeCheng said with a thump to his chest.

Feng Qun’s entire being froze. He stared at his father with disbelief. Is his father abandoning him? All because of a weird, nonsensical Bai YiHan?

JingYuan’s gaze bore into Feng Qun, but his words were directed to DeCheng. “I hope Mr Feng remembers what you’ve said today. If anything happens to Young Master Feng, don’t blame it on me,” he said.

“I wouldn’t dare. Even if this bastard dies, it has nothing to do with the Feng family!” he hurriedly said. He had a bunch of lovers after all and quite a few more sons. Who cared about this one?

It wasn’t hard to tell JingYuan was really angry from his words. Why else would he, who was always calm, collected and known as the tiger with the smiling mask, ever say something so unforgiving in front of so many witnesses?

Everyone knew this Little Master Bai was the apple of Mu JingYuan’s eye. He treasured Bai YiHan even more than YiHan’s parents did. It’s well known that every dragon has its reverse scale. Touch it and it’ll fly into a rage. Undoubtedly, Bai YiHan was Mu JingYuan’s “reverse scale”. If one angered JingYuan directly, perhaps they might still survive. But if one angered the Little Master Bai and JingYuan knew of it? Then not even the gods could help them. That person would feel the full force of JingYuan’s fervent rage, no matter who was truly responsible for the matter.

There was a mutually accepted law among the upper-class society in this city. As long as the Bai family didn’t fall and Mu JingYuan’s still around, whoever touched Bai YiHan, dies.

Now that DeCheng’s unlucky son had frightened Bai YiHan into a mad frenzy, no matter who was truly to blame here, DeCheng would thank the heavens and hell as long as the Feng family was not burned by the flames of JingYuan’s fury. This son was definitely a gone case. Even if DeCheng could protect his son, he would never do that. It’d make the flames jump to him instead. Either way, he wasn’t lacking in sons. Even if all his sons died, he could still make more.

JingYuan continued staring darkly at Feng Qun for a while long. Only then, did he speak up again. “Mr Yan, my apologies for disrupting your birthday party. HanHan’s in shock. I’ll be taking him home to rest now,” he said.

The old Mr Yan nodded. He threw a side glance at his own foolish son.

“Of course. He was frightened on our grounds. That’s partly our responsibility,” Yan Cheng hurriedly said.

“Thank you, President Yan, for your understanding,” JingYuan said with a nod.

Bai FuRen and Hua XiaoRan attempted to take over care of their young son, but YiHan clung hard to JingYuan’s clothes as if he was clutching at the last strands of hope. His knuckles popped out, white with how tight his grip was. There was no way his parents could take him from JingYuan’s arms.

Translator’s Notes:

1. Reverse scale: It’s a common belief among Asian cultures that every dragon has a (patch of) scale that’s grown upside down under the dragon’s chin. If it is touched/messed with, the dragon will go berserk with rage. From an anatomy standpoint, it makes sense since that/those scale would be protecting the central artery going from the heart to the head – aka where the dragon will be most easily killed. This belief is formally recorded via one of Han FeiZi’s works.

2. Last strands of hope: The actual translation would be life-saving straw. It’s a quote/para-quote of the saying “a drowning man will clutch at a straw”. This phrase has been edited out/changed as only quoting a part of that saying would end up being rather vague.

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LC: Chapter 41

41. Everybody Join In

When I_Am_A_Poor_Man arrived at the West Gate of Serica, he saw XiaoYu hiding in a corner from the sand blowing through the air. Perhaps it was just a trick of the mind, but he somehow saw two ghostly wisps floating above XiaoYu’s head. Was he still upset over what happened yesterday?

“You’re here really early, Lil Lucky,” I_Am_A_Poor_Man greeted.

“Mn. You’re here early too, Big Brother Poor,” XiaoYu replied.

“What is it?”

“Can Profession NPCs go on holiday?” After taking hits on both his Job and Profession, XiaoYu had given up and just set up a stall on the streets the entire afternoon. He also browsed the forums the whole time.

“Huh? How can that be? You went over to Yang Yue’s Restaurant?”

“Mn. The manager said Chef Zhao was on leave due to some business back home.”

“Something like that actually happened? It’s probably because there are too few newbies. He’s gone home to tend to his farms. You can try asking around if there are any other Chef Profession NPCs.”


“Hey, Lucky, can I call you Xiao-Yu just like Chief does?”


“Hee-hee. You’ve actually been calling me by my name since the start. My name is Qiong,” saying so, he wrote down the character on XiaoYu’s palm.

“I see.”

“What are you doing?” HereticKing saw Poor_Man talking and holding XiaoYu’s hand from a distance. He ignored the slight upset he felt at the sight deep down.

“Hey, Chief. You’re here pretty early too,” Poor_Man said.

“Meow.” Waves paw.


“Morning. Why do you look so down? Did you eat a proper meal?” HereticKing asked.

“I did. It’s just I couldn’t find the Profession NPC.” XiaoYu briefly retold his attempt to learn a Profession.

“It’s fine. Perhaps you might encounter a hidden Profession.” HereticKing recalled back when he didn’t care about Professions. There would be plenty of everything in the guild anyway. He didn’t think that dragging the choice out would let him meet the Poison Maker NPC.

There was still some time left before the hurricanes ended. The trio sought a shaded alcove to continue their chat.

“Xiao-Yu, which city are you in?” I_Am_A_Poor_Man asked as he recalled the gathering he mentioned wanting to organise during the day.

“S City.” XiaoYu replied.

“Oh? What a coincidence. We’re in the same city. We plan on organising a real-life meetup once we take down Prole-3. You’re always free on the weekends, right?” Even if they weren’t in the same city, public transportation was so developed that just going across the globe would only take mere hours.


“What is it? You have plans?” Poor_Man asked.

“No. I…can’t leave the house.” That’s right. He can’t leave the house. Any and all activities to do with the outside world has nothing to do with him. He admitted it. He’s very weak on this aspect. However, it’s an instinctive reaction. Unwittingly, his legs would wobble and soften into noodles at the sight of an automated vehicle. No matter how many times he worked himself up and how much advice he poured into his mind, nothing worked.

“Oh. Then, forget it.” I_Am_A_Poor_Man knew that pushing further would be infringing on XiaoYu’s privacy. He shouldn’t ask anymore.

“I’m sorry.” They specifically invited him, but he rejected. That was something XiaoYu felt regrettable.

“It’s fine. It’s no big deal.”

Once the hurricanes ended, they put a halt to the awkward conversation. They stepped out the gate and towards the Pyramids.

The goal of this trip was the Level 85 Undead Elite of the Pyramids – the Rampaging Mummy. HereticKing was in charge of attracting aggro. I_Am_A_Poor_Man took care of XiaoYu’s safety and also acted as the main attacker when there were too many mobs for XiaoYu.

There was also a special Level 80 mob in the area. It’s a Mummy Hound. It’s a passive mob, but it had a habit which made players hate it to the ends of the earth – looting. When the players finally, after a lot of hard work, kill an elite and the loot dropped, it’ll come sprinting over and pick the loot up. If the players were then distracted by other Mummies and couldn’t kill it straightaway, by the time they reacted, perhaps that particular Hound would already by killed by other players. That meant whatever loot they initially had was just given away to other people. If it was someone with an explosive temper, a great PvP war might ensue.

However, this was not a problem XiaoYu’s grinding party faced. When competing on the speed one picked up loot, no one would dare call themselves the best if their tiny cat called itself second best.

Thus, any players passing by this party would witness a strange sight. The moment a Mummy fell, a black shadow would instantly flash over. Before anyone could take a look at what was dropped, they’d vanish int thin air. The Mummy Hound that galloped all the way over would be pouncing on nothing. The upset Mummy Hound would bark at the black shadow and the shadow would gently meow back. Then, it’d stride over back to an Acolyte with dainty, elegant steps.

“Woof! Woof!” Bastard! That’s mine!

“Meow.” Who cares?

“Woof! Woof!” Damn you!

“Meow.” Come hit me.

Of course, none of the by-passers understood what they said. If they did, blood would go flying from their mouths. The Mummy Hound was pissed and frustrated and frazzled and furious. It was deemed as a passive mob. These three players were clearly ignoring its existence. They just kept whacking at the Mummies. It was depressed. Dejected. Enraged. It…went and looted other players’ drops.

“I was wondering why that Mummy Hound was working so hard today. It’s because it’s met its match,” said a female voice near the grinding party.

“Witch. Why do I meet you again?” sighed Poor_Man.

“Tch. Do you think I want to bump into you? Such a violent healer that’s not at all cute. LuckyCat is still the cutest,” said Chrysanthemum as she threw a flying kiss at XiaoYu. According to her habits, she should’ve pounced on XiaoYu. But with HereticKing’s protective levels over XiaoYu, she’d most likely couldn’t have touched a single thread on XiaoYu’s robe.

“Hi, Chrysanthemum,” greeted XiaoYu.

“Hi. Good. LuckyCat is still the one with most manners,” she said.

“Did you come to grind?” he asked.

“Yup. I’m carrying a few kiddies along the way.” Chrysanthemum pointed to the Wolf Clan’s cubs who had automatically melded into the background.

“Bye-bye, hag.” I_Am_A_Poor_Man took out a small white handkerchief from his Inventory and waved it in an exaggerated fashion. Gods know that his bag had all sorts of toys and tricks.


“Hey, witch,” Poor_Man messaged.

“What is it? I won’t help revive you if you died.” Chrysanthemum who was grinding away with her little kiddies in another corner suddenly received a voice call from I_Am_A_Poor_Man.

“What if it’s LuckyCat who died?”

“What? You actually let the cute LuckyCat drop dead!” Then, something struck Chrysanthemum. “No. With Chief Heretic around, how can there be any issues? There aren’t any Boss monsters here.”

‘I recall that the rule regarding PvP with ill intentions was to have their arses burst open, right? How long has it been since it was last used?”

“A very long time. The kids these days are just too ob- wait. You mean LuckyCat was PvP-ed by someone with bad intentions?”

“Very clever.”


“Yesterday. Within an hour after we finished splitting the loot. There were two big slashes going down his back and numerous tiny gashes.”

“Good. Very good. They’ve got the nerves to bully a healer. Do they think we’re all fakes? ID and class.”

“I’ll tell Moon to transfer the picture to you later. Right. Leave some for us. Chief has decided to gank him all the way down.”

“Wow. Chief Heretic’s really mad. Is this what they call rushing for glory in the name of lust?”

“Shoo. It’s what should be done. Oh, yes. By the way, that guy even used Taunt to keep LuckyCat in PvP for four hours just to torture him. You can imagine what it was like.”

“Frick. Leaving him alive would just be polluting the air.”

“Hey, remember your image.”

“Ahem. So that’s why you guys are grinding with him today?”

“Mn. Also, to make him get some fresh air and destress. But looks like he’s stronger than we thought.”

“That’s good.”

“Oh, and don’t tell LuckyCat about this. He never asked us for help.”

“Got it.”

Voice call ended, I_Am_A_Poor_Man’s mood brightened considerably. As he buffed his party, he hummed and sang. It made HereticKing and LuckyCat look at him in confusion. As expected, it’s better when everyone’s in on evil schemes. Especially when needing plenty of ways to torment others. Merely killing was so meaningless.


Meanwhile, BattleOverlord who was grinding bandits with his girlfriend deep within the forest felt a sudden chill and shivered.

Translator’s Note:

1. Ghostly wisps: Ghostly wisps = ghostly balls of fire. Not quite sure where this particular reference came from. The meaning is roughly akin to growing mushrooms in the corner. Implying the person is dejected/depressed over something (an incident, a problem) that’s haunting them.

2. Yang Yue’s Restaurant: This has been previously translated as Yang’s Restaurant and Yang Yue Restaurant. It’ll be switching around a few times. The meaning’s the same, just phrasing. It’s a restaurant (usually considered high class. It’s the kind that’s a few floors high – the whole building belongs to it and it alone.) where the owner/founder named it after himself.

3. Morning: I’m as confused as you are. The meetup was supposed to be 6 p.m. and XiaoYu had been busy the entire afternoon (it wasn’t really confirmed if he ate lunch or breakfast in the last chapter. It was assumed lunch/brunch). There’s a chance this is a gag. Unfortunately, this chapter has been “locked” (taken down) due to reasons unknown. So we have no chance in confirming what the original really was. Not-piracy to the rescue again.

4. Mummy Hound: aka Verit from the original RO.

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GC: Chapter 34

34. The Old Mr Yan

Everyone always referred to the elderly as old children. Once one was past a certain age, they would do anything and everything based on what they like and what they didn’t, just like a child. When the old Mr Yan was young, he was in a position of power and got used to have control over everything in his grasp. Now, he’s an old man. He didn’t need to toil over or handle anything. His son was a filial man. In his home, the old Mr Yan’s word was still the law. No one dared to make him unhappy. However, in his old age, his tastes began to shift from capable elites like his son and Bai Yan towards the rather foolish but sweet and obedient children like Bai YiHan. And Bai YiHan just so happened to be the old Mr Yan’s cup of tea. From the moment YiHan wished him happy birthday, he’d occasionally peeked over to where YiHan was standing. Who knew that in the brief seconds he looked away, that child would be scared stiff!

As an old kid with deep pockets and power, the old Mr Yan was rather unreasonable when his temper erupted. “That Bai family’s kid was doing alright. What did the other boy do to frighten him so? Yan Cheng, why must you let such schemers into this party? Are you afraid my birthday party would be too serene and wanted him to help mess things up?” Mr Yan said with a cloudy face.

Yan Cheng was a filial son. Everyone knew that. The moment he realised his father was furious, he hurriedly explained, “It’s all my fault. Calm down. Today’s your big day. Don’t get too angry and overexert your body.”

The old Mr Yan wasn’t willing to just let things be. “Since you still think of me as your father, why aren’t you kicking that unscrupulous Feng kid out? Are you waiting for him to play his tricks on me too?” he said.

That was a very serious accusation. Upon hearing that, Feng Qun’s father, Feng DeCheng, heart dropped. He scrambled forward to Mr Yan.

“It’s all my son’s fault for getting into a conflict with Little Master Bai. But he absolutely would not have the guts to do the same to you, sir. Don’t worry. I’ll take him home straight away. I’ll firmly teach him a lesson,” Feng DeCheng said.

“The young Mr Feng certainly doesn’t have the courage to get into a fight with Mr Yan. It’s only because the Bai family was weak. That’s why my son could be bullied by just anyone!” Ma harrumphed.

“No, no. That’s not it, Mrs Bai. The Bai family is one of the best in the city. How could that brat of mine dare to bully Little Master Bai? It’s all a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding. Don’t be angry, Mrs Bai. I’ll definitely give him a good beating on Little Master Bai’s behalf,” DeCheng said with a toady smile.

At that, Bai Yan slowly marched over. “Whether it’s all just a misunderstanding is still up for debate. My younger brother has always been a good and sweet child. He’d never get into a fight willingly. As my sister said just now, our brother had a sudden change in personality recently. We’ve all been worried sick. We suspect someone’s been causing him trouble while we’re not looking, but no matter how much we investigate, we’d never been able to find out the mighty fellow behind it all. From the looks of today, I think we’ve found a lead,” Yan said.

Feng Qun internally retorted. Bai YiHan had always been a good and sweet child? Never got into a fight willingly? How could you say all that and not feel like a lying bastard?

When Feng DeCheng heard what Yan said, he panicked. This was bad. He hurriedly raised his fingers and vowed, “Don’t say that, Young Master Bai. Even with all the courage in the world, no one in the Feng family would dare cause trouble to Little Master Bai. If that useless son of mine really did upset him, I will immediately hand him over to you for punishment. No questions about it!”

XueQing had calmed down by now. She steadily clacked her way over. “Just what year is it?” she said, “Do you really think we can kill him just because you handed him over to us? No matter how poor our family is, we would never allow anyone to bully our family. He is part of the Feng family. The Bai family will thoroughly investigate on whose orders he acted on. Naturally, we’ll use our own ways to seek justice for my little brother then.”

Ma looked at XueQing with an approving gaze. It was clear she agreed with her daughter. Chen TianYang silently stood behind XueQing. While he said nothing, his expression clearly told everyone his stance on this: if XueQing wanted to kill anyone, then he will be in charge of cleaning up the scene and corpse.

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LC: Chapter 40

40. Having a Meal

When XiaoYu woke up the next day, he found himself lying in the bed of a hotel. He recalled that warm, safe embrace from yesterday and suddenly the world didn’t feel that bad after all.

There was a note pinned down on the table in the room.


               Wait for me at Serica’s West Gate at 6 p.m. today.

P.S. Do not ever turn off private messaging again. Don’t munch on carrots either!

               – Yao

A soft laugh escaped XiaoYu’s lips. The note was just like the type his mother used to leave for him on the dining table just before she left the house. It had been a very long time since anyone cared so much about him.

XiaoYu scooped the tiny cat into his arms and snuggled with it for a while. He’d given himself an unproductive day off yesterday. He must get up, cheer up. He shouldn’t let others worry anymore.

Ask his friends to help take revenge? That’s not something XiaoYu would do. After yesterday’s PvP, he knew that if he kept a level mind and keep all his skill cooldowns in check, and if no accidents happened, that knight would never be able to kill him. So, XiaoYu needed to grind. Once he passed his second Job Change, he’ll have an attack spell with Holy Light. Even though its damage would be reduced and it’d be very hard to actively kill anyone, at least he wouldn’t be stuck without any chance of hitting back when attacked.

He dropped quite a lot of cash yesterday. His heart ached. He must remember not to bring that much cash with him when he’s out of the city. T-T

He lost his staff too. The mission at hand was to find a weapon. Acolytes can equip books, wands, hammers, low-levelled daggers etc. But most prefer wands and staff because these weapons have more magical attributes. He’ll take a walk around the market after he finished repairing his gear.


“Chief, Yue (Moon) is done investigating. It certainly was the swordsman who tormented LuckyCat last time. He’s now a Knight. Level 55. Dual-wielding Agility build,” Lin Qiong (Poor) said. He tilted his head to look back at Hei QiYao who was sitting at the backseat with his eyes closed. With the help of a sophisticated A.I., there were no problems with some slight multitasking when driving. In an emergency, the car will automatically hit the brakes.

“Deal with it according to the guild’s top grade ill-intent PvP rules.” XiaoYu might not be in the guild yet, but QiYao already thinks of XiaoYu as one of his own. New grudges, old vengeance. They’ll all be factored in equally. It’s not an unfair way of taking revenge.

“Gank him back to Level 1? He should count himself lucky. He’s the first player to enjoy such treatment.” Heretic Demons had all sorts of detailed internal rules and regulations. Thus, when conflicts arose, they could just hand out punishments or rewards accordingly. No one would be unjustly treated, and the guild wouldn’t accidentally go overboard. According to BattleOverlord’s mean-spirited actions towards LuckyCat – tormenting him for four hours straight and duelling a healer with absolutely no offensive powers – he should certainly die.

“6 p.m. West Gate of Serica.”

“Osiris in the Pyramids?” Qiong’s mind instantly jumped to the nearest region boss.

“Depends. Mainly to help XiaoYu get back his levels.”

“Hey, Chief, what’s LuckyCat’s full name?”

“I don’t know.”

“Huh? Aren’t you calling him Xiao-Yu already?” They’re already so affectionate with each other. How can QiYao not know the other’s full name? He wanted to call LuckyCat Xiao-Yu too. He’ll definitely discuss it out with LuckyCat tonight.

“Because his name is XiaoYu. I haven’t gotten his surname yet.”

“Then…why don’t we organise a meetup after we conquer Prole-3? The pack of brats in the guild have been going on and on about getting your autograph.” If they used Prole-3 as a reason for a real-life gathering, perhaps they’ll get some unexpected effects. It can even help LuckyCat blend into Heretic Demons faster.


“What is it?”

“Have you ever witnessed XiaoYu going offline?”

“…no.” Upon close scrutiny, every time Qiong looked at his Friends tab, LuckyCat’s icon was always lit up. Even if he didn’t look at it, the mountain-high pile of materials appearing before was proof that LuckyCat rarely, if ever, went offline.

“He doesn’t want to go offline.”

“You mean there’s something he doesn’t want to face in real life?”

“That’s a possibility.”

“Mn…Put a hold on the gathering idea. I’ll see what Lil Lucky thinks first.”


Since XiaoYu was now Level 49, which did not meet the Job Change quest’s level requirements, the Job Change quest was greyed out for him. It could not be completed. That meant even if XiaoYu went out and killed Zombies and Jiangshi now, the kill count for the quest will not change.

“Meow…” Hungry.

“There, there. We’ll get food once we find a restaurant.” XiaoYu knew that Yao’s not online now. There’s no way he could check whether XiaoYu ate carrots, but he was so concerned for XiaoYu. It’d feel rather rude if XiaoYu still crunched down on carrots. Furthermore, XiaoYu had a slight craving for cooked food.

YueYang Restaurant wasn’t hard to find, after asking a few NPCs who happily pointed the way out. It was lunch time. Crowds of players and NPCs flowed in and out the restaurant door. Standing at the doorway, XiaoYu hesitated.

“This way, sir. Just one?” Having spotted XiaoYu hovering at the doorway, a server NPC ran up and greeted him with a friendly smile.

“Uh. Yes.”

“Downstairs is all full. Please follow me upstairs. Do watch your step.” The server swiftly led XiaoYu up to the third floor. In a single glance, it would seem as if the place was packed to the brim. There was only a lonely empty table in an isolated corner. However, it certainly wasn’t a good spot. There was no way one could look out at the streets from that table.

“We sincerely apologise. This is the only table we have left. If you’re not happy with that seat, I could ask around if anyone’s willing to share their table.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind. Thanks.”

XiaoYu sat down and started reading through the menu the server handed to him. The prices for every dish was written down beside the name. XiaoYu secretly stuck his tongue out. At least it wasn’t too expensive. This place was so much more suited for the public mass than the place XiaoYu went to with I_Am_A_Poor_Man.

After ordering a few of his favourite dishes, not forgetting the specialty grilled fish for the tiny cat, XiaoYu considered which quest he should accept next while sipping on barley tea provided by the server.

“Little Acolyte, do you mind sharing tables?” A voice rang out above XiaoYu.

XiaoYu looked up and found a player dressed in the normal Assassin garb standing before him. As the Assassin outfit allowed the player to conceal their face, XiaoYu couldn’t tell what the other looked like at all. (Of course, the player could choose to not conceal their faces.)

When XiaoYu kept silent, LittleZhuGe pulled down the cloth concealing his face and asked once more, “Can I?”

“Yes. You can.” XiaoYu was an easy-going person. The hesitation from before was because he was examining LittleZhuGe’s mask. It was the first time he could take a close look at an Assassin with their face covered up. NonMeta, who was also an Assassin, disliked covering his face. So, he never used the cloth mask.

“Thank you.”

XiaoYu didn’t know that he’d actually met this person before. It’s understandable. On that day, LittleZhuGe was dressed in a top-tier Assassin’s outfit with his face covered up. Only those who knew LittleZhuGe well would be able to recognise him.

“What a cute kitty. Can I pet it?”

“Yes, if it doesn’t mind.”

“Here, kitty. Let me pet you. Please?” As LittleZhuGe said so, he slowly stretched a hand out for the small cat’s head. Upon receiving no objection, he began to stroke it.

“Meow~” Comfy. The tiny cat squinted its eyes in comfort as it enjoyed LittleZhuGe’s caress. It wasn’t afraid of this stranger at all, due to the scent of gold on him.

“Does it have a name?”


“What an interesting name. Ah, right. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is LittleZhuGe.”

“I’m LuckyCat.” The name ZhuGe sounded familiar but XiaoYu couldn’t not remember where he heard of it before.


I’m used to it. =_=

As the two chatted, XiaoYu’s dishes arrived. Thus, LittleZhuGe retracted his hand. As he drank his tea, he watched the battle between the two cats and the food before them.

“Sorry I’m late.”

Upon hearing an unfamiliar voice, XiaoYu and the tiny cat looked up at the same time. This face was rather familiar…XiaoYu definitely knew he’d seen this man before, but when and where?

GloryOfTheWorld looked down at the two cat faces which were daydreaming while staring at him. “Pardon me,” he said, “for disturbing you from your meal.”

“This is my friend, LuckyCat. We were going to eat together.”

“Oh, right. Please, sit.” XiaoYu shuffled his dishes to a corner until he felt like the space he cleared was enough for the two’s dishes later.

“Thank you. Hi. I’m GloryOfTheWorld,” he said as he sat down.

“I’m LuckyCat. Ah. You’re the Guild Leader of Wings.” Realisation dawned upon XiaoYu. This was the guy they bumped into two days ago. He remembered that red horse. It was rather handsome.

“Yes. We met two days ago,” Glory replied.

“Yes.” XiaoYu left the conversation there and continued burying his face in food.

When XiaoYu and the small cat were all done, Glory and ZhuGe were only halfway through. With a satisfied kitten in his arms, who let out a fulfilled burp, XiaoYu raised his hand to call for the bill.

“Let us pay. Think of it as thanks for sharing your table with us,” Glory said.

“It’s fine. It’s what I should do.” It was rather wasteful for XiaoYu to hoard an entire table to himself. XiaoYu paused. “Thanks for the offer.”

“Let’s add each other.” As the suggestion was being made, Glory and ZhuGe both offered their name cards.

“Okay.” XiaoYu handed his own name cards in return, paid for his meal, gave a polite farewell to the other two, and left.

“Hehe. What an interesting newbie,” Glory said. They had ordered a jug of alcohol and were slowly enjoying their meal with it.

“Thank goodness I followed him when I saw him in the city. It’s not a waste of your time, right?”

“But this seat is so bad.”

“I can’t do anything about that. Luckily, he’s not a picky one. Otherwise, we’d have no chance to meet him.”

“Are you really sure yesterday’s update was because of him?”

“It should be. I saw him hand a Peco Peco egg over to a group of Peco Pecos. Then, the game announcement immediately popped up. There was a Knight in their party who looked very happy as he looked up at the announcement in the air.

“I wonder what the rewards were.”

“It should be good. I heard HereticKing is already Level 102.”

“Really? Then I must work hard. I can’t let him overshoot me. Let’s go to the Ancient Ruins afterwards.” GloryOfTheWorld. Level 102. Tank build, one-handed spear-wielding Knight.

The conversation on this end then shifted from Bai XiaoYu to the monsters in the Ancient Ruins. On the other end, XiaoYu was completely dejected over the news that the chef in charge of teaching cooking skills was on a holiday back to his hometown.

Translator’s Note:

1. Yue and Qiong: As some might have noticed, these characters’ in-game names are homonyms of their own names.

2. Jug of alcohol: There are times when alcohol is one of the worst terms to translate. Depending on the developers, this jug of alcohol could be a jug of beer or a pot of liquor (usually rice wine/bai jiu). The ancient Chinese used pots to store/age their alcohol as wooden barrels, thus jugs, weren’t really a thing for Chinese breweries.

3. Hei QiYao: If you were to MTL this name, it might give you Kurosaki Yao instead. This is because 黑崎 (Hei Qi) are the characters for Kurosaki from Bleach.

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GC: Chapter 33

33. Feng Qun Turns to the Dark Side

Just as the two men stopped XueQing from hitting Feng Qun in public, Ma Bai also began to walk over. “XueQing, let go now. That boy’s touched our precious baby. Do you really think he wouldn’t be taught a lesson? Your brother’s right. You’re a lady. He’s not worth looking unladylike for.”

XueQing turned and looked at her mother, then at Bai YiHan, who was still quivering in Mu JingYuan’s tight embrace, and finally at her solemn father with his face filled with dark fury. Finally, she unwillingly loosened her grip on Feng Qun.

The moment TianYang saw her loosen her grip, he quickly took out a delicate embroidered handkerchief from his pockets and handed it to her. “Come. Wipe your hands,” he said in a soft voice.

XueQing glanced at him and accepted the handkerchief offered. When TianYang witnessed XueQing actually using something he owned, his face shone with happiness.

The hand hanging down by Feng Qun’s side clenched into a tight fist. His nails digging deep into his palm. Just what’s this now? This whole debacle was clearly not related to him at all. That fool went into hysterics all on his own. So why was everyone looking at him like that? Just what was he in their eyes? A cockroach? Something that would dirty their hands at a mere touch?

The Feng family couldn’t compete with these high-class beings. Sure. In this hall, the Feng family certainly wasn’t a family worth mentioning. However, he himself was a son of a rich and noble family too. The kind that everyone had to put on a smile for, especially after he successfully sucked up to that fool from the Bai family. His status in society had risen dramatically. Feng Qun thought that he could be considered one of the elites in this city. But he didn’t know that a mere shriek from that fool would strike him all the way down to hell. He’d be viewed as if he was a filthy stink bug by these people. He’d be forced into a precarious situation, as if he was standing on needles. He didn’t even have the courage to walk away now!

Even his father, the man who usually acted so high and mighty before Qun, just stood there in the crowd, grovelling and smiling along at the Bai family. There was not a single hint he’d step in and help his son out.

Why? Just why? What right do these people have to humiliate him so? Bai YiHan! Just you wait. Once I turn over a new leaf and rise in power, I will strike you down to hell and make you live a life that’s worse than death!

Feng Qun hung his head. To an outsider, it seemed as if he was admitting fault. In reality, it was so he could hide that venomous gaze gleaming out at YiHan.

Just then, the old Mr Yan, supported by Yan Cheng, had finally arrived. They’d hurried over as soon as they heard the commotion. As the host and the birthday star, a commotion in his party would naturally be a humiliation to the old Mr Yan. His good mood had vanished. “What’s going on?” he asked with a glum face.

“Apologies for disturbing you, Mr Yan. It’s nothing much, only my youngest son. He’s very timid. We don’t know why but he was somehow frightened by that Feng Qun. We sincerely apologise for disrupting your birthday party,” Bai FuRen replied in a soothing tone.

The old Mr Yan knew of Bai YiHan. The precious baby the entire Bai family protected and treasured somewhat illogically. It’s only through rumours though. Rumours said that this child was spoilt rotten by his family. Today was the first time the old Mr Yan really met Bai YiHan. To his surprise, YiHan was actually a good, obedient child. The boy even wished him happy birthday with a tongue as sweet as candy.

The old Mr Yan thought then that such a delicate and sweet child was sure to tug anyone’s heartstrings. No wonder the Bai family treasured him that much. He thought back at the loud and unruly children of his. If this was his grandson, he thought, he would surely spoil him to the ends of heaven and earth.

It’s only been a short time since they met. Just how and why was YiHan frightened out of his wits? True. This child certainly didn’t look like a courageous boy, but who could bear frightening such a cute child?

The old Mr Yan exchanged a few polite words with FuRen. As he did so, his eyes drifted over to YiHan. The child who’d smiled so sweetly at him with two dimples, was now hunkered down in the Mu family son’s embrace, quivering like a quail. His elderly heart ached at the sight.

Translator’s Note:

1. Turns to Dark Side: aka “blackening”. While that’s a common term among translated Chinese novels, it’s not used as a verb here so I thought I’d turn it into a little reference.

2. Quivering like a quail: Just like how English like to use chicken as the mascot for coward, quails are often viewed as cowards who shiver all the time (because they fluff their feathers a lot for heat). Chicken = smallest common bird = quail.

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