GC: Chapter 90

90. An Agitated Man, a Twisted Heart

After Feng Qun was done speaking, he stood up and threw a hard kick at YiHan’s abdomen.

“While I, Feng Qun, am not anyone grand in this city,” he barked out. “I grew up as a young master too. But I followed you for so long. You ordered me around. I had to come at a summon and leave with a wave, just like a dog! Have you ever thought of me as a human? One would become fond of even a dog after being together for so long. But you turn your back to me in an instant. Without a single word, you broke off all contact with me. You made it so I had to be mocked and laughed at by those lowly illegitimate brothers of mine about how I “lost your favour”. In that old fart’s birthday banquet, you ruined everything I had with a single scream! My father gave me up without hesitation. Those bitches ran away with all of my assets and money. All of my shops encountered difficulties. Not only that, I had to be beaten up in some dark alley and have all of my documents and cash stolen. Three of my bones were broken! They have yet to fully recover! If not for my only remaining watch, I don’t even have a place to live in! Bai YiHan, you ruined everything for me. Now, I have to scurry and hide like a street rat. Always afraid of being discovered by you “great people” and be utterly beaten down! You did this to me! Now, you dare ask me why?”

The more Feng Qun spoke, the angrier he got. By the end of his rant, he had kicked XiaoYu a few more times on the abdomen and legs.

YiHan did his best to curl into a ball to protect his organs. Once Feng Qun finished kicking, YiHan coughed. He suppressed the blood he could smell coming up his throat.

“You should know that I’m not the one behind everything afterwards,” YiHan said.

Feng Qun smirked. “I know,” he said. “It’s Chen TianYang. But is there a difference? He only did it for your dear sister? Because that slut used too much force when strangling me so one of her nails snapped, he shut off all of my paths to survival. He even hired men to break three of my bones! What a lovestruck fool. Oh, the Bai family are all deities! They’re humans! Am I not a human then?”

When YiHan heard that, he was internally ecstatic for his sister. Chen TianYang really did adore XueQing to his core. They will be very happy together.

YiHan twitched and gradually shifted his body to ease up the pain in his stomach.

Like a cornered beast, Feng Qun paced around in a circle.

“I followed behind you like a loyal Labrador,” Feng Qun angrily scoffed. “How much humiliation did I suffer for that? I’ve been the Feng family’s tool and slave for years. I became your dog for them, so the Feng family could have an ally in the Bai family. But you guys? How did you guys treat me? A single yelp and my father, that old coot, just gave up on me! He watched as I was cornered into an unwinnable situation by Chen TianYang’s men, as they pummelled me into a hospital. Yet he didn’t dare to say anything! Don’t you guys feel any guilt when you look at me?”

“About the Feng family, your father, I know nothing,” YiHan slowly said. “But you’re the young master of the Feng family. You grew up well-dressed and well-fed. Servants heeded your every order. You lived in luxury. These were all given to you by the Feng family. Then, when you grow up, it is your duty to give back to your family in return. There’s no such thing as being their “tool and slave”. Your father gave you up because your relationship with him isn’t strong enough. What do I have to do with it? As for me, I thought of you as my friend. You did so many vile and evil deeds in my name, ruined my reputation. Have I ever interrogated you over that? Have I ever said anything when you used my name to reap benefits for the Feng family? You think it’s a humiliation to follow me but think about it. Have I ever forced you to stay by my side?”

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LC: Extra 03

Extra 03. The Truth

“Let’s break up,” QiYao emotionlessly said. It was as if he had reverted back to the poker face king he used to be.

“…why?” XiaoYu was shocked to the core. He had never before seen such a cold and callous expression on the other.

“I’m just tired of it all.”

“Are you telling the truth?”

“You know I hate lying.”

“…” Yes. It’d be impossible for XiaoYu not to know just how much QiYao hated lying. He even had his cheeks pinched and tugged for lying before. However, the other had once said they would be together forever. Was that going to be a lie too?

“…I see. Yao, no, Mr Hei, please log off a little later tonight. I’ll pack up,” XiaoYu said after a solemn pause. If one described QiYao’s original demeanour before their meeting to be cold and callous, then formal and polite would be XiaoYu’s. Everyone had only reverted back to who they were.

QiYao didn’t answer. He merely turned around and left.

Staring at that familiar back fading away from his sight, XiaoYu let out a bitter smile in resignation. QiYao had once said he would never let go of his hand. He said that they would be together forever. Now, the other let go of him. What could XiaoYu do to hold on to the other? Cry, fast and threaten suicide? That’s not his personality.

He walked towards the nearest Portal. After flying around a few times in a daze to who-knows-where, XiaoYu finally arrived at a little town he’d never been to before. He then set this city as his Save Point. Prole wouldn’t be his home now. If possible, he might never ever go back there.

He headed to the Storage NPC and opened up his Storage. Looking down at the ring he’d worn for so long on his ring finger, XiaoYu couldn’t help softly caressing it before taking it off and storing it away. If the ring still existed the next time he logged online, that meant QiYao didn’t apply for a divorce. Then, he’ll head back to Prole one last time to apply for the divorce himself. May this ring and the white wedding suit lying in his Storage disappear forever.

He opened up his Friends tab. QiYao was the first on the list. It was still lit up. The other was still online. XiaoYu took one last glance at the ever-familiar face before he tapped on the button on the top right corner, the button he thought he would never click on.

“Ding. Delete this friend?”

“Confirm.” The next time he logged on, they wouldn’t be husbands anymore.

Then, at last, XiaoYu opened up the Guild tab. His level was high enough that he was part of the main guild now. He still remembered when he had just switched over to the main guild from the subsidiary guild. The friends he had in the main guild all teased him about how the missus has finally climbed up. He never thought there would be a day when he would leave.

He tapped on the “Quit Guild” button and a dialogue box popped up before him. This was another point where Asgard Online was different to other games. When quitting a guild, the player needed to write down their reason for doing so. XiaoYu filled in one simple word. Farewell.

May we never see each other again.

Any Heretic Demons member with the guild chat open would see a line of eye-catching yellow text, “Member LuckyCat has left the guild.”

Reason for leaving: Farewell.

That was about all XiaoYu had to handle in-game. From now on, XiaoYu would have nothing to do with the Heretic Demons and Hei QiYao ever again. All that was left was to log off, pack up his belongings and leave QiYao’s home.

“Mmrow…” the tiny cat meowed as it leaned up on XiaoYu’s pants in hopes of being carried and hugged.

“…Hehe. I might only log in after a few days. Sorry, little one.” XiaoYu lifted the kitten up to his face for a few cheek rubs. XiaoYu won’t quit the game over this. He’s only left QiYao’s social circle. He still has the tiny cat. It would never leave him and he would never leave it.

“Meow…” The small cat licked XiaoYu’s cheeks.

It was only then XiaoYu realise his tears were dripping down his cheeks.

Yes. How could he not be sad? How could he not be upset? QiYao was the first man he truly loved. He was the first man to be his family after his parents left this world and left him all alone in this world. Even though he settled his matters after the breakup in a very calm manner, that was only because he forced himself not to think about it. His tears had long since betrayed his actual feelings.

Who said men don’t cry? That’s only because they haven’t had their hearts hurt.

XiaoYu then logged off and was greeted by an empty room. This place held many of his memories with QiYao, but these memories would disappear with one of its owners gone. This room would then be waiting for more memories to be written into it.

It didn’t take long to pack up his belongings. XiaoYu didn’t bring much along with him during the initial move. QiYao said that since their houses weren’t too far apart, they could go back anytime XiaoYu needed something. Now that XiaoYu thought back to it, he couldn’t help but mock himself for his naivety. Perhaps QiYao said that so it wouldn’t be so troublesome when he had to leave?

XiaoYu left the keys and bank card in the house. He no longer had the right to manage QiYao’s financial assets.

Outside the door was a bright and sunny sky. XiaoYu’s eyes squinted under the glare of the sun as he pulled his small luggage bag step by step away from the home he shared with QiYao.

Their home was in a high-class area. Rarely would cars be seen on its streets. Thus, XiaoYu successfully left the area. With the help of time and QiYao, XiaoYu’s phobia of cars had gradually diminished. At least his legs wouldn’t instantly turn to goo at the sight of a vehicle. However, it would be rather hard for him to get into one alone. Anyway, he knew where his original home was. It’s fine. He could just walk home.

The further he was away from QiYao’s home, the more cars there were speeding along the streets. XiaoYu soon realised his feet were losing their energy. Could it be the trauma he finally somewhat overcame, through a lot of effort and time, be rising to the surface once more?

He pushed through and trudged into a deserted alleyway. He leaned against a wall and slid down to the floor. His pair of useless legs were limp. It seemed like he won’t be standing up anytime soon. All he  could was just sit and wait until it was dark and there weren’t as many vehicles on the streets before he continued on. He had never thought of himself as a weak man until now. It was the first time in his life he had hated how useless he was.

“Enough,” a stern voice said, breaking through the image described.

“…hm? Huh…?” It was like everyone had just woken up from a dream. Never could they have imagined they would all be so deeply taken by an imaginary situation.

That’s right. There were a lot of people in the room.

On this day, the higher-ups of Heretic Demons were bored. After their usual meeting in the Lord Mayor’s rooms, someone suggested they play a game. A very old game called truth or dare.

To make sure the game was fair and it wouldn’t be spoiled by their Chief’s oppressing aura, they would prepare a lot of paper slips with questions and dares written on them beforehand.

When it was XiaoYu’s turn, he chose truth. On the paper slip he drew, the question was if the one you loved broke up with you, what would you do?

When XiaoYu read it, he was slightly taken back. He had never imagined what would happen if QiYao broke up with him, or how. Thus, after a solemn few moments when he pondered the question, he began to describe the image above.

However, the more XiaoYu talked, the more vivid the scene became. Everyone was slowly drawn it. It was as if they were personally witnessing it with their own eyes.

Until QiYao finally couldn’t hold back anymore and spoke up to cut the fantasy short.

“Who wrote this question?” QiYao asked.

Everyone looked up at the ceiling. As if they would admit it. The one who made the missus so “sad” would be beaten to a pulp by Chief if they were known.

“Right. Everyone, back to your duties. Don’t forget we still have a battle to wage tomorrow,” Poor_Man said, dismissing everyone from the room while leaving himself. If they didn’t do so, Chief would start kicking everyone out. Sooner or later, they would be chased out.

And so the crowd left in a manner akin to prey scurrying away from a predator. The only ones left in the room were QiYao and XiaoYu.

“There’s no need to even imagine that kind of situation. It will never happen,” QiYao said, pulling XiaoYu into a domineering embrace.

“Hehe. It’s just a game,” XiaoYu replied.

“But your description was too realistic.”

“Mn…I didn’t think that would happen.” The more XiaoYu described, the more he seemed to be immersed into the scenario. When he snapped back from his imagination, his heart was still aching.

“So forget it. Don’t ever think of it again.”

“Yes, I’ll do my best.” It’s not like he could forget about it just by saying it. The mind has no delete button.

“I’ll work hard with you,” QiYao said, leaning down and trapping XiaoYu beneath him. The best way to make someone forget about something was to make them so exhausted that they had no more strength to think about it.

“Huh? Mmh…” By the time the little white bunny sensed the big black wolf’s ploy, all he could do was moan and groan.

Translator’s Note:

Parents: In the text I found (as the original story has been removed from jjwxc due to censorship updates the author wasn’t around to rectify), it says stepparents. However, that might be a typo as it hadn’t and wouldn’t be mentioned again.


GC: Chapter 89

89. Nightmare

A passer-by saw a few men helping a young man, seemingly drunk, into a silver van in an alleyway nearby. Unfortunately, the witness didn’t take any photos and the surveillance cameras at that area weren’t working. The Bai and Mu families, and the police force chased the trail down and eventually found their target van abandoned in the outskirts of the city.

It was left in a very remote place where there were no cameras around. Naturally, no one was around to see who abandoned the van or when it was abandoned. The car’s engine was still warm, which meant it wasn’t left behind that long ago. But where did they take YiHan? There were no more clues.

With their clues leading to a dead end, the Bai and Mu family members, the police force and Chen TianYang, who had swiftly rushed over when he heard the news, were all frustrated. To their surprise, it was a thorough young policeman, who had only followed along as an assistant, who found some fresh and reddish mud stuck in the tyres’ grooves. He said that this type of dirt can only ever be found in a specific area east of the city. He had been a playful boy and went there once when he’d discovered this specific dirt. The red colour wasn’t obvious and if one didn’t carefully inspect it, it was hard to differentiate it from any other dirt. He was so very proud that he had noticed this colour difference while no one else did. He felt as if he was as sharp as lightning and had the potential to be a godlike detective. Combined with his boyish wish to be a hero, he had aspired to be a reputable policeman. Thus, that area and its special dirt colour were always in his mind.

With a new lead, everyone gathered their spirits and restarted their search.

As for YiHan, he really was being held in that specific area. On that piece of land with mud tinted red was an abandoned logistics warehouse. YiHan was thrown onto the dusty floor with his limbs all tied up.

His fingers twitched as he slowly regained consciousness. He remembered being separated from his mother as rabid fans rushed by. He was worried his mother would be squished and trampled on. As he focused on the need to get to her, someone covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief soaked in something strong and he fainted.

From the cold, hard floor beneath him and the numbing sensation seeping into his limbs from ropes bound too tightly, he wasn’t in a good situation. But this never happened in his past life. He hesitantly opened his eyes.

Above him came a mean and evil voice that he could and would never ever forget. “Hey, Little Master Bai. Awake at last?”

YiHan’s eyes shot wide open in horror He twisted his head to look up as best as he could. There, sitting in a chair before him, was his everlasting nightmare, Feng Qun!

His pupils shrank from fear. The blood in his face swiftly drained away. Even his lips had turned pale and colourless.

Feng Qun was very satisfied with his reaction. He walked over and knelt down before YiHan. He reached out and tilted YiHan’s chin up even further.

“Afraid?” he asked with a wicked smirk. “I’m so very sorry. Your body is so precious yet we crudely threw you on the floor. That was disrespectful of me, but I had no choice. Because of you, I, Feng Qun, have nothing now. You’ll have to be more forgiving due to my circumstances.”

By this lifetime, YiHan wasn’t the sheltered and naive little master of the Bai family he used to be anymore. He suppressed the terror he felt for Feng Qun. Repeatedly, he told himself this wasn’t his past life, that he had to calm down.

“You should know that no matter what happens to me, by abducting me, you will never have a place in this city. Can you tell me just what made you decide to exile yourself?”

Feng Qun’s head tilted sideways as he stared at YiHan. After a moment, he walked back to his chair and sat on it.

“You overcame your fear that quickly?” Feng Qun commented. “I have underestimated you. Why, you ask? Hah. Do you really not know?”

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LC: Extra 02

Extra 02. House Visit

One day not long after the Hei and Bai couple got married in-game, a peculiar idea struck the final boss.

“Hey, Yao, you’re free in the next few days, right?” Hei QiXuan asked QiYao in a private message in-game.

“…do you need something?” QiYao’s brother would only ask because he thought of some rotten idea. QiYao’s guard was up now. He didn’t bother giving a proper answer.

“I meant to say, it seems to have been a long time since I visited your home. I’ll come take a look tomorrow.”


“You know. Hehe.” Of course QiXuan would be going to see his brother-in-law in real life. QiYao had skipped straight to informing him they were living together already just yesterday.

“…” QiYao certainly did know why his brother was coming. However, there seemed to be no way he could be stopped from coming. What a headache.

Thus, after that night’s “harmonious” exercise, QiYao held XiaoYu, who was already somewhat blanking out from exhaustion, close and told him about QiXuan’s upcoming visit.

“Do I need to do anything?” XiaoYu’s mind instantly woke up at that news.

“No. We just need to log off earlier tomorrow and clean up the place.”

“Oh.” Once he had his answer, XiaoYu’s head drooped and he fell asleep.

Staring down at his lover whose breathing had deepened and slowed down the moment their conversation was done, QiYao couldn’t help but sigh a little inside. Thank goodness they were in-game. They didn’t have to worry about XiaoYu getting injured no matter how hard they went at it. They also didn’t have to worry XiaoYu’s back would hurt so badly in the morning after that he couldn’t get out of the bed. In the future, this feeble body would suffer quite a lot. He had to get XiaoYu to exercise offline more. This was for the sake of their future sexual life.

As if he could sense QiYao’s ungentlemanly thoughts, the sleeping XiaoYu uneasily twisted and shifted. He only calmed down after a few soft pats from QiYao.

The next morning, the two woke up early and, at QiYao’s suggestion, XiaoYu went to the second floor and used the exercise equipment there to stretch out his body that hadn’t gone offline for a very long time. It was a blessing that XiaoYu wasn’t a fervent admirer of Maoism. Some would complain and rant about how extravagant rich people’s homes were, but XiaoYu was merely interested in the things he’d only ever seen before through a TV screen. He had noticed them during the tour when he first moved in here, but he was too shy to mention his interest in the exercise equipment back then. Later on, he was in AO so much that he forgot about them.

QiYao was very satisfied to see XiaoYu excitedly trying out all of the different equipment in the house. If the other grew some more muscles, some more flesh, he might be even more comfortable to hug.

After briefly guiding his lover on the proper ways to use every equipment available and reminding the other not to overexert himself, QiYao went downstairs for a cup of coffee. He then settled down in the living room to languidly savour the winter sunshine while skimming the news for interesting headlines.

Clack. Bang. The sounds came from the front door. QiYao swiftly recalled his brother had the key to this place. He glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall. QiXuan was rather early today.

“Hey, Yao. It’s so rare to see you up this early.” QiXuan was a little surprised and a little disappointed to find his younger brother fully dressed in the living room.

“Morning, brother,” QiYao greeted back, ignoring QiXuan’s teasing.

“I was so hoping I would be early enough to walk into a salacious sight. What a pity.”

“So very sorry for disappointing you.” Counter-attack time. QiYao seriously considered whether it was time to change the locks to his home.

“Where’s XiaoYu? You didn’t go overboard in tiring him out last night, did you?”

“Yao, I’m done playing with them,” XiaoYu’s voice rang out from the stairwell before QiYao could respond. The younger man’s feet lightly and quickly tapped down the stairs. It was clear XiaoYu loved his time with the exercise equipment. He was so giddy from his session that he’d used the word “play”.

“Hm?” Only then did XiaoYu notice there was another person in the house and stared blankly at the other.

“Hehe. Spacing out while staring at me again, XiaoYu?” Today didn’t start out well for QiXuan, so he decided to switch targets.

“Ah, it’s Brother.” The way the other talked was so familiar that XiaoYu immediately realised who the other was just from that. Now that he had something to compare their in-game avatars with, it was clear the two brothers had significantly lowered their looks in-game. In reality, the aura emitting for QiXuan was much more mature and was more like the future version of QiYao than his in-game avatar did.

“Ah, I didn’t know my charms were that powerful. It’s mesmerised XiaoYu over and over again,” QiXuan mused while stroking his chin.

“’No. You just look a lot like Yao.” XiaoYu was a very honest kid.

“…Nonsense. We’re brothers by blood. And it’s he who looks like me, not the other way around.” Slightly defeated, QiXuan started suspecting if QiYao liked XiaoYu just because QiXuan couldn’t beat XiaoYu in a verbal fight.

“You look quite energetic, XiaoYu. Haven’t done any special exercises?” QiXuan shot an evil glance at QiYao. These two were in their honeymoon period. There was no way QiYao would resist thoroughly loving XiaoYu.

“I did. I went jogging,” XiaoYu said.

“…” Someone save him. There’s a communication barrier between QiXuan and natural ditzes.

“Did you sweat, XiaoYu? Go take a shower first,” QiYao spoke up, sensing it was time for him to separate the two. He knew that XiaoYu’s ditzy nature would only win the battle and not the war. The other was definitely not a match for his brother’s wits once they’ve interacted for long enough.

“Oh. I’ll go make some tea for Brother first. What would you like?” XiaoYu asked.

“Coffee. Thanks.” QiXuan then sat down opposite QiYao and the two brothers stared at each other.

Once XiaoYu finished making some coffee and tapped his way back upstairs for a shower, QiXuan shifted his gaze from the staircase back to QiYao.

“I didn’t think he’d look exactly like his avatar. It can’t be he didn’t tweak his appearance at all, right?” QiXuan asked.

“He really didn’t.”

“Very good. That’s strong of him. He looks like he should still be studying in university. Where does he study in?”

“…He was meant to study in University C.”

“That’s not a bad university, but why ‘meant to’?”

“He quit.”


“…Family business.”

“That serious?”

“Yes…do you remember the car crash from before, the one caused by a software malfunction in an SG car?”

“Of course. A few of our products which we’ve produced in collaboration with SG were also affected…he was involved in it?” QiXuan’s acute instincts knew there was no way QiYao would mention an incident from long ago for no reason.

“Yes. XiaoYu was a secondary victim.”

“I remember it was a married couple who were killed. Could it be…?”

QiYao didn’t speak. All he did was solemnly nod.

“I see. Does XiaoYu have any plans now to return to studying?”

“Not at the moment.”


“He can’t leave the house alone currently. His PTSD has manifested as an intense phobia of cars.”

“That’s a rather tricky situation. Any method to overcome it?” Even someone who had as many tricks up his sleeves as QiXuan didn’t know of any proper way of dealing with psychological issues.

“XiaoYu and I are working hard at it, but we need more time.”

“If you need any help, call me.”


“Who knew that kid would’ve been through so much? He is such a strong and resilient young man.” Especially since XiaoYu’s ditzy and naive nature was left intact.


“Say, could it really be you haven’t done it yet in real life?” It was time for the depressing topic to be changed to something else.


“Hahaha!” What an honest little brother QiXuan had. He really raised him well.

When XiaoYu was done with his shower and was back downstairs again, he was greeted with the sight of QiXuan grinning brightly as QiYao’s face was darkened by a cloudy gloom.

“Why didn’t you dry your hair first?” QiYao stood up and pulled the bemused XiaoYu down beside him. He then took the towel still hanging over XiaoYu’s shoulders to dry out the other’s hair. The younger man reflexively tilted his head down, his eyes squinting, as he let QiYao did as he pleased.

Heh. He really acted like a cat, QiXuan internally griped as he had to watch the two lovebirds show off.

“Ah,” XiaoYu piped up. “I just remembered we don’t have a lot of food left in the fridge.” XiaoYu only recalled their dwindling supplies in the fridge halfway through his shower. The thought had passed through his mind last night, but he forgot about it when he woke up this morning.

“We’ll order some more later then,” QiYao said.

“What do you like to eat, Brother?”

“Hm? XiaoYu, you know how to cook?” QiXuan was surprised.

“Yes, a little.”

“Then I want duck breast with romaine lettuce, nuts and cheese, and pan-fried fish fillet with yellow pepper sauce, and smoked turkey salad with a Japanese dressing. For dessert, I’ll have chocolate lava cake with vanilla ice cream. You can cook what you like for the rest.”

“…I don’t know how to cook those,” XiaoYu said, innocently looking up at QiYao in a bid for help. He couldn’t even remember a single dish QiXuan had just named.

“Ignore him. Just cook what you want.” QiYao shot a glare at QiXuan that said if he really wanted to eat all that, then he could cook himself.

“I’m actually not picky. Anything’s fine,” QiXuan said with a shrug. He knew this wasn’t the place and time for it. After all, the chef was the one in charge. When he made the decision to visit, he didn’t realise he would be getting a free home-cooked meal too. This brat must’ve been having the time of his life here.

“I’ll go order the food then.” XiaoYu shook his head. His hair was nearly dry now from QiYao’s vigorous towelling.

“Go on.” XiaoYu’s hair might look like a rat’s nest now, but QiYao was very proud of his work.

Lunch pleasantly passed by. While XiaoYu wasn’t as skilled as a professional chef from a restaurant, he did his best and the other two men could feel the warmth coming from that effort.

After lunch, the three sat together and discussed the game. While they talked about anything and everything, as soon as the topic turned to anything regarding money, XiaoYu’s eyes lit up and his mind was visibly flipping through calculations as fast as a bandit scoping out a potential rich target. At that, QiXuan’s eyes turned to bore into him.

“XiaoYu, are you interested in financial management?” QiXuan asked.


“I can recommend you some related books and professionals. The question is whether you’re interested.”

“Mn. I’m interested in it.” XiaoYu had thought about self-learning before but, since he had no experience in society, he didn’t know where to start from. With QiXuan’s help, perhaps he can try it out.

“I think Yao has a few books too. You can try reading those first. Then, I’ll recommend a professional to you. You can also ask her any questions you have in-game too.” That’s the boss of the financing department backing the Heretic Demons. Most people can’t even ask her for help.

“Okay. Thank you, Brother.”

“Thanks for what? Yao’s finances will be yours to manage in the future. I won’t have to worry anymore about him wasting his finances.”

“Hehe,” XiaoYu chuckled.

“…” No matter how much of his money he wasted, QiYao’s savings were enough for him and XiaoYu to live the rest of their lives off of. QiYao really wanted to voice his complaints, but what QiXuan said did just give XiaoYu a goal to work towards. At least his XiaoYu wouldn’t look so down every time anyone talked about work or studying now.

After rummaging through the study, QiXuan did find a few books suitable for XiaoYu to learn from by himself. Under the two elites’ guidance, some of the difficult terminology and their complex definitions were thoroughly explained. Combined with even more tutoring focusing on the practical aspects, XiaoYu finally had some sort of starting knowledge in terms of financial management. Of course, it’d be up to him to improve on that knowledge. It’s impossible for him to understand all aspects of the subject in just one day.

Finally, they were able to send off the great parent after dinner. The couple cleaned up and retired upstairs. When QiYao exited the bathroom, XiaoYu was still reading while lying on his stomach with his head propped up on hands and his feet leisurely swinging up and down, smacking the bed.

“Take a break. You’ve been reading since this afternoon,” QiYao said, plucking the book away. He set it down and pulled XiaoYu into his embrace. XiaoYu had showered before he did and there was a pleasant, refreshing scent coming off the other man. He smelled so nice.

“I want to be able to help you.” XiaoYu now had an aim, a goal to focus his efforts in. QiYao was also the motivation behind his efforts. He really wanted to read more, learn more, so he could help QiYao out as early as he could.

“I know, but you can’t not sleep.”


“It seems like you’re not tired. Then let’s have some exercise before we sleep, just like in the game,” QiYao said, his hands gently caressing the other’s back.

“…>/////<” Ever since their marriage, the harmonious activity only done between husbands was added to their bedtime routine. It was only restricted to within AO though. They had yet to try it out in reality.

“Can we?” QiYao continued pushing, not giving XiaoYu the chance to hide from embarrassment.

“…Don’t ask me. >////<” Even if they had done it multiple times in the game, XiaoYu wasn’t bold enough to talk about it so honestly.

“I’ll take it as a yes then.” He turned and flipped XiaoYu until the other was below him. Looking down at the face gradually turning into a tomato, QiYao knew that if he teased him anymore, this cat’s fur would frizzle and stand on end.

“…” XiaoYu didn’t say anything. He could deny it or confirm it. His mind was just blank.

“XiaoYu, I love you,” QiYao softly said into XiaoYu’s ear before kissing the other.

“…” Shameless. The only thing XiaoYu could think of was that one word while he was being kissed out of his mind. That sentence just made him surrender completely and let QiYao do as he wished.


XiaoYu very quickly came to regret it. Doing it in real life feels completely different to doing it in-game!

“Mngh. Aaah…Yao, slow down…mmh…aahn…” XiaoYu who had never begged for mercy before but he finally couldn’t hold back.

Unfortunately, his mouth would be covered by another kiss. This silly little fool. Didn’t he know begging during this time was actually akin to teasing him and egging him on? QiYao was already being very considerate and restraining how fast and hard he went because it was XiaoYu’s first time.

That’s what QiYao thought, but no man could completely restrain himself during such moments. Not unless he was a saint.

So they did it once in bed and when QiYao carried XiaoYu into the bathroom to clean him up, they did it again in the huge, comfortable jacuzzi tub.

The result of doing it again led to XiaoYu throwing a tantrum the next morning.

No matter what QiYao said or did, his head remained buried under his pillow. He didn’t dare expose a single inch of his ace.

Sniff…his waist felt like it was broken. The game lied!

Translator’s Notes:

  1. Fervent admirer of Maoism: The actual term used here is Fenqing (愤青) which literally means “angry youth”. These “fenqing” were a kind of neoconservatives (in the Western sense and not the actual Chinese neoconservatives) who are extremely patriotic and are very into Mao Zedong’s actions. More specifically, they were fans of how he drastically redistributed wealth through condemning the educated and the rich via shutting out the outside world, focusing mostly on military might and forcing the young city folk to move to rural villages for “some” time (aka some were apparently there for decades) and making the unprepared youths to be “re-educated” via forced labour in poor conditions away from their families and friends.
  2. TV screen: An electronic screen would be what the author intended. XiaoYu is from the future with fully automated cars.


GC: Chapter 88

88. Search and Rescue

“Shortly after you left, Mr Mu,” the man over the phone said. “The Little Master went out with Madam Bai. They went to the shopping district in a car. It was very crowded so we could only follow from afar. Then, we passed by a group of performers surrounded by a lot of people. By the time we squeezed our way past the crowd, he was gone. Madam Bai is now in our protection but it was such a messy situation. The crowd forced them apart and the Madam didn’t know when the Little Master disappeared. She’s currently in great distress.”

“You couldn’t find him anywhere nearby? No other clues?” JingYuan asked.

“We’ve searched everywhere but there was not a single trace of him. However, someone did spot a few men carrying a young man who seemed to be asleep into a man.”

Blood drained from JingYuan’s face. “Then? What did you find?” he shot through gritted teeth.

“All our men are on the case. Our investigation will soon bear fruit. I think it should be that van. This was a premeditated abduction,” the bodyguard said.

“Use everyone we can. It must be swift. I’ll be there soon,” JingYuan sternly barked. His voice was so cold that it could freeze water.

JingYuan hung up and turned to the Bai family. “HanHan was kidnapped,” he said.

The three Bai family could guess what had happened from what they could hear of the call, but their fears were now confirmed. There was no hope it wasn’t true.

“Didn’t you say HanHan was at home?” XueQing angrily asked.

JingYuan’s face turned gloomy and his eyes were red. “My men said that soon after I drove off, he left the house with Aunt Bai,” he replied. He repeated what he knew of the current situation, then turned to Bai FuRen. “She’s very upset right now. You had best head back to comfort her. Yan, XueQing, we must combine the might of our two families and find HanHan as fast as possible. In his state, he can’t be agitated anymore!”

“I’ll go call the old Mr Yan,” FuRen said. “YiHan made a good impression on him. During the birthday party, the old Mr Yan protected him so much. The Yan family has ties in the government. The police would definitely be much more effective if the old Mr Yan speaks up!”

“Will he help us?” Yan asked.

“We’ll only know once we try,” FuRen replied.

The Bai and Mu families threw themselves into a tense search and rescue operation. Everyone had a dark and brooding face on. Their pace so swift that winds were born. The most unexpected thing to arise from it all was that the old Mr Yan actually helped them.

The Bai and Mu families were powerful enough that the police were already under high pressure. While YiHan had yet to go missing for over twenty-four hours, they’d already arranged for a team to solely tackle this case. When the old Mr Yan spoke to the police, the mountain putting pressure on the police force only grew. They assigned all the elite members they could to this case. Through rigorous investigation, they soon found a lead.

YiHan went missing at the outskirts of the performing group. The store had hired several great celebrities to help out with the event and they had a lot of fans. Every single inch of the area was packed with people passionately cheering for their stars. Many of them had already lost their sense to the cheering. If one wanted to get across this area, they’d had to loop around them.

YiHan only came out this time because he wasn’t strong enough to keep his objections up against his mother’s requests to go shopping with her. JingYuan told him to stay at home and wait for him. He wanted to be home before JingYuan did. Thus, he didn’t want to waste any more time by circling around the crowd or by driving off to somewhere else. The mother-son duo had a discussion, before deciding to wade through the crowd at the outer rings of the group. But then a group of rabid fans charged over all of a sudden and forced them away from their bodyguards and from each other. By the time JingYuan’s men and the Bai family bodyguards could grab Ma and pull her out of the crowd, YiHan was nowhere to be seen.

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LC: Extra 01

Extra 01. The Confessions of an Assassin

I am KillerA. That’s my username.

My goal entering this game was simple. Train hard and earn money through assassination.

At first, I didn’t like showing my name. After all, having a grey name on the field so very problematic. It took 10 minutes just to re-hide one’s name. Once I killed anyone, my name would turn yellow, red, then black. Even if I hid my name, the spot where my name should’ve been would glow in the same colour as my nametag to remind surrounding players I was a murderer.

Using my excellent mind, I instantly knew how I could silently kill other people with the Assassin’s special Cloaking skill. (For more details on the skill, see Chapter 48.)

It was obvious the players of this game had yet to realise how evil this skill could be. Thus, many of them would be swarmed by a horde of monsters and given a free ride back to the city while still confused as to what was going on. My mission is to de-Cloak and pick up the items dropped by the victim when the monsters are too busy to notice me.

It’s a tried-and-tested method to assassinate others without exposing my name or actual face. While I’d be betting on the small chance for items to drop at death, but it proved to be a rather fruitful harvest after a few more tries.

Unfortunately, it was used too many times. Some of my fellow assassins started noticing and imitating it. More and more discussion forums popped up on the forums. For some time, the reputation of the Assassin job was very low. The moment an assassin was spotted, all players would skirt far away from them. Some of the foolish copycats didn’t even know to hide their faces. In the end, their victims took pictures of their faces and their names were eventually found and added to a blacklist. As soon as anyone on that list appeared out on the field, they’d be surrounded by a mob of players.

Naturally, with my careful nature, I wouldn’t be found out. However, this method can’t work now. Since I can’t assassinate people in secret, I’ll do it out in the open.

I started targeting players who had rather nice equipment but played badly. I’d pretend to be passing by behind them, then I’d nonchalantly ambush them from behind. With my special buff, a critical hit was enough to take off over half of their HP.

Then, my name would be exposed to the other players. Thankfully, the Assassin’s outfit also came with a face mask. In my efforts in being the best nobody I could be, I had tweaked my appearance to be as average as possible. My gears were all selected according to what most people wear. Beneath that facade though, every gear I had was refined and slotted with the best cards possible for additional attack damage. Overall, once I’m buried among the crowds of the city, no one can find me.

Time passed and the benefits of having exposed my name started showing up. Players started messaging me, asking me to help them murder other players.

Of course, to ensure the requests were true, I’d be paid before I did the deed. I encountered some difficulties at first. Several of my deals came to nothing. But soon, my reputation grew and someone would always be ready to send some business my way.

In spite of all that, I must’ve forgotten to check my horoscope this morning before I left my room. It’s a day bad for assassination. That’s not to say I didn’t succeed in my mission. My success rate is very high unless I forgot to scope my target out properly and stumble upon a secretly great player. After killing another player, my name would be exposed for 10 minutes. It was a bad time to be going back to the city so I thought to just bunker down during that time. To my surprise, I bumped into someone.

“So you’re KillerA,” spoke the male healer. He looked about the same level as I was and had roughly the same gears.

“…” My one rule is that I would never kill healers unless they are overly arrogant. I’m not afraid of the Healers Alliance. They’re just too weak. It would be too boring.

I turned around, thinking to leave, but then he kept bothering me.

“You’re a professional assassin, right? Are you interested in joining a guild?”

“…” He was really stubborn, but it wasn’t over the line. I had no need to argue so much with weaklings.

“I want to start a guild for assassins. Come help me,” he said.

“…!” Was something wrong with him? A person in the weakest Job in the game actually wanted to start up a guild for assassins. It’d be more likely to turn into a guild for being killed instead.

“Don’t believe me? How about this? If I can defeat you, you’ll help me. Okay?” he pushed.

“Do you want to die?” I shot back. Was this a joke? Even with Holy Light, the chant time was long enough for me to keep interrupting him. If he wanted to defeat me, he’d have to start over in another Job.

“I’m only asking for you to help me. Well? Want to bet on it?”

“Fine. Come.” Let’s see what he had to offer.

“Can you not move? I’ll punch you once. No magic.”

“…okay.” Without magic? Is he mad? With how weak healers were, I didn’t care.

“Wait. Let me get ready. Heh! Heerh!”

“…” I watched as he lowered himself into the horse stance, his palms pushing out against the air before him. Suddenly, I had an urge to get far away from him. Just what was wrong with me? Why was I fooling around with some delusional healer?

“I’m coming! Haarh!”

What the frick! Why am I flat out on the floor?

“As I expected, I defeated you. It was a bet. Join my guild,” the man said.

The dead can’t move or speak. All they can do was wait for a living player to save them or just return back to the city. But I can’t die without knowing what happened! I stared right at him. If I could move, I would’ve grabbed him by the collar, shook him and roared at him. What kind of healer are you?

“You even dropped some equipment. Let me see. This pair of boots is rather average. Who knew you’d actually they’d have such a high refinement? You even have two cards slotted in them.” As I had just killed a player, my luck hit rock bottom and it was very easy to drop any items at death. He picked up the boots I dropped and turned them around in his hands. He even criticised them.

Unfortunately, all I could do was just grit my teeth in anger.

“Join my guild. Oh, right. You can’t move now.” The healer then stuffed an Yggdrasil Leaf into my mouth.

Yggdrasil Leaf: It can revive fallen players and restore half of their HP and MP.

I dragged myself up from the floor and downed some potions to bring my HP and MP back to full.

“What kind of healer are you?” I shouted. I brought the fantasy I had just now into reality.

“If you join my guild, I’ll tell you,” the healer said, giving me the typical tiny grin that exposed eight pearly teeth.

“…” My fists itched to punch that smile off his face. But I had been the one underestimating his strength. Now, I didn’t dare to act rashly.

“Ah, right. Here are your boots.”

“…!” Perhaps he wasn’t as bad as I thought. What kind of player would return a killer’s dropped gear after they died?

“Ding. Player aStrangeFlower invited you to join the guild, Assassin Gods. Would you like to accept?” A system notification tab popped up before my eyes. I resisted the strong impulse to gripe about the names, but after some reconsideration, I decided to accept it. I had to uphold my reputation.

“Great. I’ve found my first guild member. I’ve got motivation to work now.”

I opened up the Guild tab and saw there I was really the only one in the guild other than the weird Guild Leader. Was it too late to quit?

“So just what kind of healer are you?” I barked at him. Even if he dumped his points in Strength, he can’t be so powerful as to kill me with his bare hands.

“Oh, I’m one of the hidden Jobs – a Monk. I specialise in Strength.” Healers should at least put some of their points in Intelligence, but this person just loved going against the common meta. All of his stat points went into his Strength and at the Second Job Change, he triggered a hidden Job’s quest.

“Crap…!” There was actually another person with a hidden Job after the Paladin and this person was him! Why wasn’t there a server-wide announcement?


I didn’t actually lose anything by joining the guild. At least I found another use for aStrangeFlower – he had a very widespread information network.

I just needed to mention my next target’s name and within a few hours, he could tell me where the other was. At one point, I had suspected he was a GM, but he just chuckled and kept silent.

Later on, a few more assassins joined the guild. It was only when I asked them did I realise all of them were lured in with the same lie. Slowly, the guild grew and we could accept slightly larger deals, like killing someone back until they were Level 1.

Of course, that was the most severe punishment available in the game. Strang would also lightly interrogate and repeatedly confirm it with the client before accepting the mission. Naturally, it paid the most.

Today, Strange accepted another mission to kill someone back to Level 1 again. To my surprise, it came from the Heretic Demons. I wonder which unlucky player made an enemy of them.

When Strange briefed us about the whole situation, quite a lot of the assassins were shocked. This target was trash. He actually used Taunt to torment a low-levelled healer for hours. Even if the healer did something wrong, the target shouldn’t have used that skill to get back at the other. Was he even a man? Oh, wait. I’ve already called him trash.

I really don’t know where Strange got his information from. He knew every single move of that trash. He could accurately predict from which city the target left, which gate he used and the exact minute he did so. This dramatically sped up our plans. Even if this trash was killed so many times that he was terrified enough to teleport to other cities, we could quickly follow suit.

“Why do you guys even want to kill me?” The trash finally burst out after having been killed for n-times and was about to be killed for the n+1th time.

“Properly think about what you did,” Strange said, walking out from behind a great tree. He cracked his joints while the rest of us simultaneously retreated.

“I didn’t do anything! Who sent you? I’ll pay you double. Go kill them for me!”

“Apologies. We have a reputation to uphold.”

“What kind of crappy reputation? Just how much were you paid? Tell me. I can afford it!”

“I wouldn’t dare to accept money from trash. Come, Xiao-A, grab him. I despise Agility-based players.” I had fought against that nickname for a long time but I eventually gave up.

“What are you doing?”

“Punching you.” Strange huffed out a breath at his fist and got into his stance. “Don’t worry. I’m not like you. I’ll definitely make it quick.”

Yes…the birth of another player dying in confusion. While I was the first sacrifice, the last was not in sight yet.

To be honest, I had been pondering for a long time about why Strange’s information could act so fast. Until, one day, I finally knew why. He was very close to NPCs. Every time a player talked to an NPC, they would get a little bit closer to them. Different NPCs had different amount of Friendliness a player could collect. However, most players would never reach the level Strange was at. That’s because every time he went anywhere, he would talk to every single NPC at the place three times or more. Thus, the NPCs were all happy to chat with him and they would tell him what time a certain player we were looking for would be passing by them. Of course, the NPCs were professional enough not to disclose certain private information about our targets. They would only tell him when they had passed by them. As for how Strange extrapolated the target’s possible location from there, I think even I could’ve done that. After all, there was a level limit to most areas.

My butt hurt for days just so I could unveil this secret. Ugh.

Oh, right. The leader of the Heretic Demons got married recently. His significant other was really the healer in that video on the forums. I wonder if the Heretic Demons were interested in purchasing a package for that idiotic and irrational wizard in the video. Since they’re an old client, Strange might even give them a discount.

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GC: Chapter 87

87. Little Master’s Missing

FuRen paused and considered. “What JingYuan said makes sense,” he said after a while. “We’ve all been trapped by the stubborn assumption it’s ‘useless’ land. Now that I’ve reconsidered it, it’s very likely the heart of the city would shift in the future.”

“In that case, we…” started Yan.

“Unfortunately, the Bai family isn’t into property investment,” FuRen interrupted.

“Truthfully, the southern suburbs are too big. The Mu Group can’t handle it all alone. If you have any intention on trying your hand, why don’t we work together and nab the land first? Even if it never comes to anything, we wouldn’t lose too much if we wash our hands of the land then. It’ll be a gamble that can also make HanHan smile,” JingYuan said.

XueQing: “…” Making HanHan smile would be the main point, wouldn’t it?

“Okay. You go get your team to prepare the documents,” FuRen eventually agreed with a nod.

JingYuan nodded. “Any development regarding HanHan’s matter?” he then asked.

“No,” FuRen replied with a frown. “We’ve only found out the Qi family had contacted Feng Qun once. In the end, that was all. Afterwards, they did nothing. We need to re-evaluate the Qi family son. He did something to HanHan without any of us noticing. We can’t find out what happened even now. He’s definitely a complicated guy.”

“Could it be we were wrong? Qi MingYang wasn’t the one behind this after all?” XueQing proposed.

“He’d been in contact with Feng Qun. Usually, someone like Feng Qun wouldn’t bother about some proud, egotistical man like Qi MingYang. The man specifically contacted Feng Qun. He must’ve been aiming for HanHan. Only, this pawn was rendered useless,” JingYuan said.

Then, JingYuan expanded into his guess of how not every single part of the mental manipulation could be controlled.

XueQing perked up. “That means as long as we protect Lil Bro well and make him comprehend the vast difference between reality and the ‘dream’, he can recover without us needing to capture the enemy?”

FuRen let out a sigh of relief. “I’ve been searching for an expert in hypnotism, but those are for too rare. I couldn’t find anyone. I was thinking if the only chance we have of healing HanHan would be to make the opponent act first. If it’s really as you guess, we can relax a little.”

“Father’s right,” Yan said. The cold hard lines on his  face softened. “As long as HanHan is okay, we won’t have to hold back.”

“So when HanHan wants me to buy the land and I’d buy it, he was so very happy,” JingYuan proudly stated.

The Bai trio: “…” So it was because of HanHan! That entire speech and debate was just so he could convince himself? But they had to admit. JingYuan doted on HanHan to the extreme. Not even his family could do any better than JingYuan.

FuRen patted JingYuan on the shoulder and said nothing. Thanks wasn’t enough for this. He can only hope that once his younger son recovered, the boy could understand just how much effort his brother-in-law put in for his sake, that the boy would be grateful to JingYuan.

Just then, JingYuan’s phone rang. The man glanced at it. It was the man he’d arranged to secretly follow YiHan as the younger man went about his day. JingYuan’s heart sank. He swiftly answered the call.

“What is it?” JingYuan barked.

“Mr Mu, Little Master’s missing.”

JingYuan instantly shot to his feet. “What did you say?” he roared.

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LC: Chapter 89

89. Afterword


First, let me laugh out loud as I’m finished! Hahaha!

Thank you, everyone, for your years of dedication. I know I wrote very slowly.

Because I never planned out the things I do, the story progressed very haphazardly according to what I felt like. I did mention before this story had no draft. I myself didn’t even know what to write about later in the story or how I’d end it.

Every time a hiatus happened, it was because I’d reached a writer’s block. Plus a lot had happened in real life, so I’d put it down for a while to freshen up my mind.

Every year I write, my mind was in a different place. I can’t say I matured or grew. It sort of feels like I was being bipolar instead. As such, there were plenty of newbie mistakes, cringe and idiocy rolled into the story. Dear readers who can completely accept it, I can only say you’re way too kind. Your generosity makes me cry.

However, because this is the first long story I’d ever written, I wanted to complete it. Even if the story ends up dragging its feet into a long, stinking plot, I still had to finish it.

Some people might think there’s a lot of things yet to be tied up. Did XiaoYu overcome his mental issues? Could his real life be as perfect as his in-game life? After such a high-profile wedding, did anyone cause trouble for the couple?…

To be honest, an important reason why I wanted to end it is because the main plotline was so tiring to write out chronologically. The level gap between XiaoYu and the rest is just too big. While I have a few extra snippets in my mind, I don’t know where to fit them in. Thus, I want to end the story first. All that’s left would be adding in the extra stories as inspiration hits.

Of course, don’t expect too much from how often those will be updated. You know, yeah?

I might make a few small edits later on as I’ve realised quite a lot of my words got eaten up by the censorship crab. So you don’t need to reread it. The story won’t change all that much.

Lastly, the game this story is set in was inspired by Ragnarok Online. It encompasses all of my past experiences with the game. It’s really all jumbled up. Dear RO fans, please be gentle while smacking me for the mess.

That’s all. Thank you for reading to the end. Bow. Bury self deep.


Thank you all for reading! The story’s not perfect and the translation definitely had room to improve, but it was amazing to be able share an old favourite with the English novel readers.

Also, thank you all for the comments! I do read every single one of the comments and I greatly enjoy how much everyone loved the light imperfect fluff piece this is. And I love how you guys catch onto my mistakes that quickly.

Also also, thanks for all the donations. It’s a little embarrassing to put it out so publicly, but I can’t just ignore how all of you have helped me keep going through caffeine and the cute messages you guys send over!

Lastly, criticism time! Send in all your gripes with the story and the translation. I know I probably messed up a few RO facts. I did only play for 1 month via the free trial as a kid. There were probably a few phrases that could’ve been translated differently. The story is very much a mindless fluff piece most of the time. It didn’t represent trauma properly (but if I go anymore, I’ll end up ranting about Hong Kong and Singaporean drama shows I’m subjected to because my relatives watch them while we eat).

There’re 7 extra side stories coming up within the next weeks, including the tiny cat’s origin story (ish). So stay tuned! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧


LC: Chapter 88

88. The End

The Guild Leader’s getting married!

In the middle of complaining and griping about the ugly bosses they’d faced last night and how insane their attacks were, the Heretic Demons guild members heard the news and exploded! What? Are we sure today is Christmas and not April Fool’s?

While everyone was busy confirming if the news was true, the couple in question were already back shopping in Prole.

AO’s wedding ceremonies weren’t complicated and same-sex marriages were allowed. The couple just needed to have two sets of formal wear and a pair of rings ready, make an appointment with one of the churches built in every single city, and pay. By the way, one needed to pay for divorces too. However, it can be done as long as one party paid. Both parties’ wedding outfits and rings would be destroyed.

There were many kinds of wedding outfits available for sale, especially for brides. There were enough wedding dresses to make one’s eyes swirl in confusion. But that wasn’t QiYao’s and XiaoYu’s concern. They just needed to pick out two sets of outfits from the groom’s section. In the end, they selected their wedding suits according to their surnames. Hei QiYao went with an all-black suit while Bai XiaoYu picked out an all-white outfit. Standing side-by-side before the mirror as they tried on their new outfits, the two burst out in chuckles. They were certainly buying fully into the matching black and white theme.

There were plenty of rings to choose from too. They were the most important of the vital parts of a wedding. Being able to experience doing this and that wasn’t the only benefit to being married in-game. The couple would also gain two new skills to be used only between themselves. These came with the rings, “I Love You” and “I Miss You”.

I Love You: Consumes half of the caster’s total MP to randomly replenish the partner’s HP or MP back to full. (Must have sufficient MP)

I Miss You: Consumes all of the caster’s total MP to summon the partner to the caster. (Must have sufficient MP)

Of course, these skills can’t be used over and over again without any limits. According to the price of the rings, chant times and daily cast limits vary. Even the most expensive rings would have some restrictions.

What kind of rings did QiYao and XiaoYu choose then? The most expensive type, without a single doubt. The game developers were quite evil. The more generous and elegant the design of the ring was, the more expensive. Thus, naturally, any designs that QiYao preferred would come from the most expensive shelf. The sight of those prices nearly made XiaoYu puke blood in shock. How many of him (as in all of his worldly possessions) must they sell off just to have enough for those rings?

“I don’t have that much money,” muttered the poor frustrated newbie. His wedding outfit had used up a rather sizeable chunk of his savings.

“I do,” shimmered the golden black-haired man. He wasn’t able to show off when they were purchasing their wedding outfits. Now, he was finally of use.


“You can gradually pay me back afterwards.” Another constant source of headache for QiYao was how stubborn XiaoYu could be. Thankfully after the wedding ceremony, he could push back saying it would be their shared property.  “This is our only chance in the game, XiaoYu. I want the best for you.”

“…okay.” XiaoYu couldn’t help wondering just why he could never win any debate with QiYao. Was this what they meant by one would always be vanquished by another? If that’s so, who should he vanquish? (Your brother-in-law, d’uh ╮(╯▽╰)╭)

Once they were done paying for their rings, it was time for their appointment at the cathedral. The biggest, most grand cathedral in the entire game was Prole’s Cathedral. It also had the most terrifying price among them all. Still, many players were still willing to part with their hard-earned gold for the chance to get married in Prole. That was because a citywide announcement was part of the wedding ceremony. Announcements like “Congratulations to the happy couple, XX and YY. Everyone is invited to come to the Cathedral and get your prosperous red packet” would be seen floating mid-air in the city the wedding was being held in until the ceremony was finished.

People would pay thousands of gold just for the chance to be in the spotlight. If a couple didn’t want others to know, they can get married in a little city somewhere else. For QiYao, however, it wasn’t that he wanted everyone to know of his marriage. Everyone knew how the rich were. They’re used to selecting the luxurious option. If one chased QiYao out of Prole and to a rundown little church in a minor town for his wedding, he would draw his sword on them.

Wedding ceremonies could not be held on the same day of walking in to make an appointment. The priests were the conservative type. They would insist the young couple be given a day to reconsider. That meant the earliest the ceremony could be held would be on the second day of talking to the priests. If another couple just so happened to have booked the cathedral on that specific time slot, their ceremony would take precedence and the newer couple’s ceremony would have to wait.

When making the appointment, both parties must have their outfit and ring in their inventories. Only then would the quest to get married be triggered. Otherwise, the nun would just chat with you. Making an appointment was simple. Trigger the quest to get married and fill in both parties’ usernames. Both players must fill in the same names. After the nun verified the applications, players would be shown a calendar with available appointment slots. All that’s left was for the couple to select their desired time slot and pay the fee.

The couple getting married and their guests would have half an hour prior to the appointment to arrive at the cathedral. After the ceremony, they would have another half-hour to clear the venue.

After a bit of discussion, QiYao and XiaoYu agreed to have the ceremony on the very last day of the year. It meant that they’ll be welcoming the new year with a new beginning.

When the two men stepped out of the cathedral, they found a few of their close acquaintances from the main Heretic Demons guild waiting for them. It was clear they’d heard their Chief was getting married and were here to take a look. The source of the news must’ve been Poor_Man as QiYao had messaged the man about it last night. QiYao had asked him to prepare some door gifts and red packets. Even Poor_Man, QiYao’s very best friend, was shocked at how fast their Chief acted. How could he not share it with the others? It was much healthier for everyone to be shocked together.

“Chief, you’re really going to get married?” someone asked.

“Yes,” QiYao replied.

“Can we come watch and grab some red packets?”

“Of course. You’re all invited.” QiYao didn’t mind how many people attended their wedding. The entire guild would know about it anyway.

“That’s great. Even if I have work on that day, I will postpone everything. Congratulations, Chief. And our future Madame Guild Master~”

“>////<” XiaoYu really did find that nickname to be quite embarrassing.

“I’ll announce it to the guild later.” QiYao then dragged XiaoYu off with a wave at the group. It was an obvious signal he wanted to be alone with his lover and no one else may disturb them. All because no one but he may tease his lover.

“Farewell, Chief. Farewell~” the group happily bowed and chimed. It was so nice to have a party.

In the few days between then and the actual wedding ceremony, every guild member of the Heretic Demons would find a mass notice from their guild leaders notifying them their great Guild Leader would be getting married in Prole’s Cathedral on the 31st at 8 in the evening. As a grand celebration happening so soon after the real-life gathering was held, everyone was looking forward to it. They began looking at their calendars to see if they could attend the wedding. Those that couldn’t all started bashing their heads against the walls right next to them.

During this period, XiaoYu received countless congratulatory messages. His inbox was stuffed to the brim. Everyone only sent them out of the kindness of their hearts. He didn’t want to turn off private messaging. Everyone say a couple about to be married would get cold feet right before the wedding, the pre-wedding jitters, but XiaoYu felt fine. He trained and opened up chests as he usually did. The only difference now was when QiYao went to work, XiaoYu would log off too to send him off. Something in XiaoYu felt an indescribably worry at the way he acted. After QiYao guffawed and embraced him, asking if he was rehearsing for how their future would be, the tiny shred of worry vanished into steam rising from his tomato-red face.

The wedding day everyone had been eagerly anticipating was finally here. It wasn’t time for the Heretic Demons to arrive at the cathedral, but the streets surrounding it were packed with players. The Heretic Demons weren’t waiting alone. Others who had heard the rumours also came to watch. This was the wedding of a very famous player after all. Most were actually there to see if the significant other was the little healer that they’d been gossiping about online. Unfortunately for them, they’d have to wait. The grooms had arrived way ahead of them and were currently waiting inside the cathedral.

Despite the event guests being limited to only the Heretic Demons members and the couple’s best friends outside of the guild, the so-called largest cathedral in the entire game was under immense pressure. There wasn’t enough space for everyone.

The NPC priest somehow even knew this would be the greatest crowd he would ever address in a wedding ceremony. He tried clearing his throat a few times to get everyone to quiet down, but it did nothing. What a headache. The moment QiYao and XiaoYu entered the hall though, one could hear a pin drop in the cathedral.

Because there was no need for the bride to be walked down the aisle to the groom, the entire aisle scene was skipped and QiYao just led XiaoYu straight before the priest. They were wearing the same style of tuxedos but of two different colours. The contrasting pair made them stand out amongst the crowd. Ah, and don’t forget about the lively tiny black cat following behind them. It also dressed up for today’s special occasion. A white lace veil laid demurely on its head. This was a pet headpiece they’d specifically ordered from an NPC for the wedding.

The priest had officiated plenty of weddings but the couple before him radiated such a peaceful aura that they looked like a perfect couple to him.

A happy smile filled his face as he began his sermon, “We are gathered here before god in this solemn moment to witness the beginning of a new couple…”

“…Lovers who look forward to the bright future, forever remember this moment, the beauty beside you. Remember the sincere love surrounding you. We pray that it will last until the end of the world.”

“Mr HereticKing, do you accept Mr LuckyCat to be your partner in the path ahead of you? Do you swear by your life to love him and to protect him as long as you may live?” Finally, after a long flowery speech praising the wonders of love, the priest approached the main segment of the ceremony.

“I do.”

“Mr LuckyCat, do you accept Mr HereticKing to be your partner in the path ahead of you? Do you swear by your life to love him and to protect him as long as you may live?”

“I do.”

“You may now exchange the rings and vows.”

They took out the rings and placed it on each other’s ring finger. The best thing about getting married in-game was that they didn’t have to bother about ring sizes. The rings would automatically resize themselves.

The vast hall was silent. Everyone was waiting for the kiss with bated breath. XiaoYu had never kissed QiYao before so many people before. By right, he should be so nervous that his ears were flushed red. But XiaoYu seemed to have forgotten about the hundreds of eyes staring at him due to the loving atmosphere the priest created via his speech. After he exchanged rings with QiYao, all he could see was the man standing before him and gently gazing down at him. It felt so natural for lips to meet lips, for bodies to meld perfectly together. Black and white entwined around each other and formed one of the most beautiful sights in the game for years to come.


On their wedding night, QiYao and XiaoYu didn’t return to the Lord Mayor’s suite. Newly wed couples have a free night in one of the couple suites in the game. Naturally, they chose the most expensive suite.

Even if the suite type was just a cheap hotel room, the lovebirds weren’t in the mood to admire the lavish decorations and striking night sky. After the ceremony ended, the couple, now husbands, can start experiencing the sexual side of the game. They could now take off each other’s gear and the underwear the game forcibly attached to them. They were also able to touch each other in the most intimate manner possible with no worry of being struck by lightning.

QiYao chose to have their first sexual experience in-game so XiaoYu could gradually adapt to being open to sexual encounters in reality. Never could he have imagined he would be nervous on the day. Perhaps his wish to give XiaoYu the most perfect first sexual experience ever was just too strong.

However, the most nervous person in the room would be XiaoYu who was currently spread out under QiYao on the bed. He had no knowledge of any sexual experiences. Fear rose in him at facing the unknown. Saliva kept pooling in his mouth. He kept swallowing them back down. His eyes were wide and stared straight into the eyes of his new husband.

“Don’t be nervous, XiaoYu. I’ll be very gentle.” A large hand cupped XiaoYu’s cheek in an attempt to calm him down.

“…mn.” He took a deep breath. Closed his eyes. XiaoYu knew this would happen one day. At least the other was QiYao. QiYao who loved him and whom he loved. No matter what difficulties faced them in the future, they would face them together.

QiYao leaned down and their lips melded together once more. The night was long. They would welcome the new year with a sweet and unforgettable celebration.


Far off at the corner of the gigantic bed laid a tiny black cat with its head tilted to the side. Its two owners were clinging onto each other. They seem to be unusually intimate today. Aah, they’re naked. Shame. Hurry up. Lie down and cover the eyes with the paws.

Although, the silly little cat forgot. Its eyes may be covered but its ears were not. They could still hear every tiny rustle and shift of the bedsheets. The one memory that would linger on strong in its mind was just how delightfully pleasant its small owner’s moans were (≧ω≦).

The End.

Translator’s Notes:

  1. I love you/I miss you: Amplified versions of Romantic Rendezvous, Loving Touch and Undying Love skills from iRO.
  2. Poor frustrated newbie vs golden black-haired man: Not only was this a pun on their surnames (Bai/Hei), but it’s also a reference to the holy black credit card, the ultimate symbol of wealth.


GC: Chapter 86

86. Love Makes One Blind

YiHan’s hands shot up to cover his mouth. Love really made one blind. Even the ever logical and calm JingYuan couldn’t resist it. He would actually make that kind of decision just because YiHan said so. He was exactly like the foolish and lustful emperors of old!

And he, Bai YiHan, was the demonic concubine, no, man who seduced the emperor to misdeed.

Over the phone, Chen Hong placed down the phone blaring out the bland tone of an unavailable number.

“Love. It really makes one blind. Thank goodness the boss had already made the company a vessel of his will. Otherwise, this proposal would never pass. Really, it’s just like how King You of Zhou made fools of his ministers just for Baosi’s smile,” Chen Hong bitterly chuckled.

Hopefully this Little Master Bai wouldn’t disappoint his boss. He wouldn’t know just what JingYuan would resort to if that really happened.

Chen Hong looked up only to find the secretary, young Gao Zheng, staring at him in confusion. Hong patted the other on the should.

“Little Gao,” he sighed heavily. “You must be prudent with love. Loving someone meant you’ve placed the knife capable to killing you in their hands. It won’t be up to you whether you live or die anymore.”

Gorgeous lady Little Gao who changed boyfriends as fast as one changed clothes: “…” Was he sick?


After that day out riding with Chen TianYang, YiHan had hung out with the other a few more times. The more they spent time together, the more YiHan liked the man. With his buff of being loved just because of the other’s beloved, YiHan already thought of the other man as his brother-in-law. After repeated testings, he was sure of it. Chen TianYang had fallen head over heels for XueQing.

Just as someone once said, the two things hardest to hide in the world were coughs and love. Every time the man talked about XueQing, his voice left no one questioning just what TianYang thought of her. YiHan’s doubts were soothed. From the looks of it, there was only one last step to the plan. He just had to encourage TianYang to push past the thin boundary separating the two and XueQing’s love would be realised.

Bai Group Tower.

FuRen, Yan, XueQing and JingYuan were all sitting in a meeting room.

XueQing spoke up first. “JingYuan, is our brother okay with you out here?”

“He’s home,” JingYuan replied. “I said I had some work to deal with at the office. Before I left, I told him not to leave the house until I return. Aunt Bai is also home.” He paused. “She still doesn’t know about HanHan, right?”

“My wife has a weak body and loved her son as if he was her life,” FuRen said with a nod. “I didn’t tell her so she wouldn’t worry too much. Right. I heard the real estate company under you has been low-key purchasing land in the southern suburbs. Is that true?”

“Yes,” JingYuan replied.

“What made you think of doing that?” Yan asked. “Did you hear of something?”

“No. HanHan told me it would become a land worth its weight in gold,” JingYuan said.

The three Bai family members: “…”

JingYuan glanced at the same blank face dominating the Bai family’s faces.

“HanHan was so very serious when he talked about it, and he was so frustrated about it,” JingYuan said with smile. “That wasn’t good. Once I made the decision to purchase the land, he visibly brightened up. It was clear he was very confident of the worth of the place.”

XueQing couldn’t hold back anymore. “JingYuan, you should know this might also be part of the “future” he dreamed of. He might feel it’s real, but that might not happen in reality.”

“It’s fine,” JingYuan said. “Actually, I’ve got some plans for the area. I was just being conservative and didn’t make a move first. Every inch of this city is worth its weight in gold. How could there be a ‘useless’ part of town? Especially such large suburbs. It’d be an insult to even say it’s an ownerless land up for grabs. It must be the opposite. Such a huge land must have its uses. I’m purchasing it at a low price now. Perhaps a surprise will really be waiting for me in the future.”

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