GC: Chapter 7

7. This Young Master Must be Fake!

Bai YiHan blindly walked around with his head whirling through countless different things. From what his past life had taught him, his original mentality of being able to live a life without worry as long as the Bai family was behind him was naive to the extreme. A skyscraper’s fall takes but a mere second. One must be in control of something in their life. His ideal lifestyle might be as a happy idle loafer but in life, if there are no far-off worries trouble must be just around the corner. For the long-term, it’s best that he had some type of work or business. While this thinking may be jinxing himself and bring bad luck, if something actually happened to the Bai family, YiHan wouldn’t be completely at a loss and watch his family go bankrupt in an instant. If he had some investment which can help them and at least ensure the whole family can survive well, even though it might not fully help, it’d be better than nothing.

But what should he do? The initial capital’s not an issue. However, his past life had also taught him that he was not businessman material. Going into the industry was like going to war. Someone like him, even with money, would only be twisted around and schemed against until he was completely down.

Find a job? After the Bai family went bankrupt, he once pushed and strained hard to find a job to atone for his mistakes. Even so, he’d hit a wall everywhere. His entire student life was spent socialising and fooling around. His grades were low and unsteady. As a whole, it didn’t look good at all. No one would hire him, not even as a mere office admin member. Since he knew what would happen, there’s no need to go through it again.

YiHan had walked through all the shops by now but nothing seemed to suit him. What should he do? He squatted on the side of the road and scratched his head in frustration. His brain had not become smarter through reincarnation. Whatever he couldn’t do before, he couldn’t do now either. In the midst of all this frustration, his stomach growled loudly. His mind was in a mess that morning so he’d only eaten a bowl of congee. It’d been some time now and he was feeling hungry again.

Dejectedly, he walked into a small restaurant, ordered a bowl of beef noodles and wiped the slightly oily table down with a paper napkin. With his frowning face resting on one fist, he continued wrecking his brain for ideas as he waited for his noodles.

Noon was lunch time so voices rose and dipped inside the restaurant. They mixed and mashed as if it was a market instead of a restaurant. Still, YiHan was not affected in the least. He continued pondering about his own issues. Once his noodles arrived, he split open a pair of disposable chopsticks found in the chopstick holder on the table, poured some vinegar into the noodles then stirred it in, and began eating.

Bodyguards A, B and C who’d been sneakily following YiHan and had watched it all happen: “…”

They silently picked up the jaws they’d dropped in shock and wondered. Could Little Master Bai have been switched out by someone else? In the past, let’s not even mention bringing this precious ancestor-esque being to eat in a place like this, letting him glance at such a place from afar would cause him to throw a tantrum. To expect him to enter such an environment? Dream on! The table’s oily yet you expect him to sit down? Blasphemy! Disposable chopsticks? What are those? How would this precious being know? He’d only ever used ivory chopsticks which had been completely disinfected! And look at that dirty bottle of vinegar. How could the Little Master Bai touch that? But from his face, he’s…enjoying the food?

This Young Master must be fake! Appraisal complete!

Actually, YiHan only walked into this tiny restaurant out of sheer habit. His brain can only comprehend so much and he’d just been reborn. He had yet to be re-accustomed to a lot of things. He was also thinking hard just now so he’d naturally just went with his usual habit of eating at a cheap place.

It’s only after he’d finished his food that he’d realised it. Ah, the Bai Group was still standing healthily. He could totally eat something better, but whatever. The street food he once looked down on actually tasted quite delicious once he got used to it. As for the money? Well, every cent counts. With that in mind, he patted his belly and walked out in satisfaction. He continued wandering around aimlessly, to help digestion. He’d finished every bit of that bowl of noodle because of the “waste not, want not” habit he’d nurtured in his past life. As such, he’s a little stuffed.

The stalking bodyguards A, B and C: “…” This Young Master must be fake!

Translator’s Note:

Bodyguards A, B and C: Remember the bodyguards Ma asked to follow YiHan? These are them. Bit of untranslated wordplay can be found here. The characters used for sneaking/stalking/secretly doing something are 暗中, which can also be read as being in the dark (literal translation). So, intentionally or not, the author’s saying the bodyguards are both following behind in the dark (like ninjas and secret spies do) and being in the dark as to what YiHan’s motives are (again). It’s not that funny or important but it is something that didn’t make it into the translation.


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LC: Chapter 13

13. Trapped

XiaoYu stored the new staff into his storage and changed into the leather shoes (Level Limit: 10). After getting more potions and food, he once again discovered his wallet was empty to the point where there’s not even a scrap left orz. Fortunately, he still had some equipment and items found in the Zombie Cave in his storage that had not been cleared out. So he’s not really poor as dirt.

XiaoYu ran straight for the Mission Board. He handed in the Zombie Cave mission and accepted it again. After all, this mission can be done repeatedly. Even though he felt a little disgusted at the sight of the cave, XiaoYu was too lazy to run to other cities and research whether they had an Undead mission.

He left Prole through the Southern Gate and dove into the woods without problems.

“Meow!” The tiny cat suddenly cried out in nervousness.

His heart stopped. It couldn’t be a boss, right? Even if it was a mini-boss from a low-level monster, he might not be able to handle it himself. What should he do?

“Rustle~” The sound of feet shuffling through the grass behind him abruptly rang out. In a few moments, the far-off being had closed in on him.

XiaoYu was about to take out a Return Scroll when he felt a sharp pain burst from his right shoulder. His health dropped by half in an instant and he nearly dropped his wand. XiaoYu stumbled forward. A sigh flashed through his mind. Not in dejection because he was unlucky, but in relief that the tiny one was sitting on his left shoulder. If it had been hurt, he’d be very sad.

Still, the wound felt very strange. It’d felt as if some metal weapon had pierced through his flesh instead of a monster’s sharp claws. Human-type monsters are usually high level and would never appear here. Could it be a player?

“Player BattleOverlord attacked you. PK mode activated. Your ID’s colour will not change if you attack any other player in the opponent’s team in the next 10 minutes.”

Bai XiaoYu held his wounded shoulder and turned around. It was one of the players he’d met when grinding at the flower sprites. A male swordsman in his first Job glared at him with an average-looking long sword in his hand. Fresh blood dripped from the swordsman’s weapon. The other’s name was hidden before. However, as the one who initiated PK mode, his ID, BattleOverlord, can be seen floating in grey above his head.

“…” XiaoYu only looked coldly at the other. To those with explosive tempers, anything he said would be seen as trying to snake his way out of things.

“Hmph. I won’t let you go today. If you’re smart, you’ll hand that pet over.” BattleOverlord looked exactly like an unhappy, stern pirate now. He and his girlfriend parted in unhappy terms yesterday so he’d gone online all alone today. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. In the end, he decided to look around and see if he could catch that brat from yesterday and force him to hand that pet over. Then he can use it to make his girlfriend happy with him again.

XiaoYu kept silent. He was too lazy to even bother replenishing his health. The worse that can happen was he’d die and return to Prole.

“Fuck you! Do you think I’d let you wait out the combat timer and escape again? I’ve got ways to make you stay in that mode and not die. Once you’re healed up, I’ll strike you again.”

While swordsmen do not have healing skills, they can make another remain in combat without dealing damage. They have a unique skill called Provoke. Its intended use was for party play. There’s a guaranteed chance to force monsters to aggro on the user for a certain amount of time so they can protect the spellcasters behind them.

Provoke can also be used in PvP. However, players aren’t a dead, robotic group of numbers. There’s no “aggro” system. They can attack whoever they want to. Thus, this skill wasn’t very useful in PvP scenarios at all. Even so, it can force the provoked to stay in combat mode. Of course, the attacker would also remain in PK mode with a grey ID.

XiaoYu’s health recovered bit by bit but BattleOverlord wasn’t in a rush at all. The swordsman would throw out a Provoke once in a while and when XiaoYu’s life was full, he’d strike out with his sword.

There was a level gap of over 30 between the two. In normal circumstances, the swordsman can kill XiaoYu in one blow. But BattleOverlord wouldn’t let XiaoYu go that easily. After find the other outside the Southern Gate, he’d changed into white-grade gear with no bonus stats. He even changed out his weapon for a trash sword with the lowest attack possible.

XiaoYu had thought of running away but he only had 5 measly points in Agility. There’s definitely no other player with lower stats than him. Furthermore, from the ambush, XiaoYu could tell that the other leaned more towards an Agility build. He had ran forward and struck at XiaoYu in such a short time that XiaoYu couldn’t even use a Return Scroll.

“Meow!” The tiny lucky cat arched its back and roared at BattleOverlord. It’s a pity it was too small. Its threat was effectively negligible.

Time slowly ticked by. XiaoYu lost count on how many times he had been stabbed at. He only knew that his wounds kept healing before opening up and healing again. The blood kept getting wiped away. Only numerous gashes in his robe were left to prove he had been attacked.

The pain of being kept on the brink of death hurt a lot. Without using skills or potions, the process of waiting for his health to tick back to full was unusually agonising. And it’s all because a player would experience varying degrees of fatigue and dizziness once their health drops below a certain number. There were a few times when XiaoYu nearly couldn’t resist moaning out loud or collapsing. He only bit down on his lips and forced his body to stay upright out of sheer stubbornness.

There was a tickling sensation on his neck. XiaoYu knew it was the little one rubbing its head against his neck. A flush of warmth trickled through his heart. No matter what happened, his kitten will never abandon him. Even if it was just a bunch of numbers, it gave him warmth and happiness. So, even if it wasn’t account-bound, he would never hand it over to anyone else.

XiaoYu looked at his Friends tab. CopperPlate’s icon was still greyed out so he’s clearly still in class. BlazeTheEarth was online, a Level 75 Second Job Magician. He’s probably still at his stall.

XiaoYu didn’t want to trouble them at first. He thought he’d die and lose a level at most. There’s nothing valuable on him so it didn’t matter if they were lost. But he can’t ensure he won’t be traumatised in the future with his mind and body being constantly tortured like so. He still wanted to play this game! Just as he was about to try messaging BlazeThe Earth…

“You’re so obstinate!”

Obviously BattleOverlord wasn’t very patient. He wanted to make this newbie suffer a little. Once the other can’t stand it anymore and begged for mercy, he’d make the other obediently hand that pet over. It’d allow him to vent and get that pet without spending a single cent.

He didn’t think this new player could be this obstinate. The other kept silent at all times and never swayed at all. It made him more irritated and frustrated as it went on. He didn’t get to vent out his anger at all. Conversely, he was made angrier. If it wasn’t because a player would never drop their pet on death, he’d have rushed ahead and bet on that miniscule chance.

“From now on, I’ll kill you once every time I see you!” Having said that, BattleOverlord didn’t wait for XiaoYu’s health to fully regenerate and slashed at him.

XiaoYu didn’t need to message anyone now. It’d be good to be sent back to Prole for free as well. Bai XiaoYu closed his eyes and waited for release.

Translator’s Nonsense:

BattleOverlord, our first small-time boss, has arrived! Welcome, our first contestant on “Who’ll help ML and MC the most?”

I’ve realised that this boy’s relationship with his girlfriend might be seen as toxic and abusive. (Gosh, you can’t get bf to buy something for you because the person didn’t want to sell. Boo-hoo, it’s all the bf’s fault? As if you helped at all, you blood-sucking thing.) But fun fact: Did you know that the stereotypical Asian relationships are quite abusive? It’s not intentional but from the modern point-of-view it’s got too many ways to go bad.

There’s 2 options. Either the girl is controlling and the queen while the guy has to hand all his money over and live off what the other gave as allowance, or the opposite. The first is more commonly seen among normal, young couples while the later is mainly seen in families where boys are seen as way more important than girls. We’ve got to keep our surname going, right? (It’s Asian so it’s not just a bunch of made-up meaningless words like Potter.) BattleOverlord here is just a common victim to the first common relationship. Not to say he’s not an arse who may or may not deserve it.

So next time you wonder why you just see two models of relationship in trashy romance novels, just know that they’re the most common relationships found. I mean, how does one learn how to live with a spouse? From the outdated relationship models of our parents, of course!

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GC: Chapter 6

6. Being Born is Also a Skill

Ma said, “You must eat the prawn congee while it’s hot or it’ll taste fishy. It’s already cold. I’ll go get you another bowl.”

YiHan smiled and replied, “It’s fine. It’s still warm. Don’t waste it. It’s delicious.” As he said so, he took another bite of it. The congee’s fragrance burst in his mouth. He happily closed his eyes. How long has it been since he had such tasty food?

When he was working at the cafe, he could only bear to eat the cheapest fast food boxed meal. He’d wolf it down so as to avoid delaying his work before running back to the shop.

When he first started out, he couldn’t even swallow the food down. He felt that it wasn’t something humans can eat. But what that proverb said was correct. All bad habits were created through overindulgence. When one is so hungry that they could faint, there’s no room for picky eating. Even food cooked with black, recycled oil tasted delicious. This bowl of porridge was only somewhat cold. It was still a thousand times better than all the stuff he’d eaten before.

Ma and Aunt Yang looked at each other and saw their surprise reflecting in the other’s eyes. Bai YiHan grew up being adored and doted on by everyone. He hated powdered stock in his food and food not being cooked thoroughly. He was the pickiest eater ever. Usually, he’d refuse any food that was lacking, even if it was the slightest of all issues. Just what was up with him today?

After brunch, YiHan was driven out of the mansion by Lil Zheng, the driver, under Ma’s worrying gaze. YiHan knew how to drive but he’d normally be driven around by the driver as his family insisted he was still too young. It’s extremely dangerous for him to drive alone. To this, the 24-years-old Bai YiHan could do nothing but be speechless.

As she watched the car YiHan was in drive out the gate, Ma thought through her youngest son’s unusual behaviour today and summoned a bodyguard. “Bring two other guards with you and follow him. Protect him but don’t let him discover you’re there.”

YiHan told Lil Zheng to just drive aimlessly around the city. As he gazed out at the speeding past skyscrapers, a hundred different things sped through his mind. This city was the place he grew up in and the place where he died in bitter pain. His past short lifespan was spent in this city. He knew this place. He loved this place. He will be buried here in this life. This was his home.

It soon became noon. As they passed by a suburb still under construction, YiHan spoke to Lil Zheng, “Let me out here. You go find somewhere to have lunch. I want to have a walk. Once you’re done, come back for me.”

Lil Zheng disagreed, “There’s quite a lot of construction going on here. It’ll be full of dust. Sir, if you wish to take a walk, why must it be here? I can’t just leave you alone and have lunch myself either. What would you like to eat?”

YiHan considered the other’s words for a moment. “Then drop me off somewhere in front. I ate quite late this morning. I’m not hungry yet. If I am, I’ll go find some food myself. Unless you think I’m a child who doesn’t know when to eat as well?”

Lil Zheng felt a chill rushing down his spine. Everyone knew that the Little Master of the Bai family was the family’s precious baby. He’s been spoilt to the core. If he expressed his discontent about Lil Zheng later on, this high-paying job would vanish. The Little Master was already an adult. Most young ones were capable of independence. Only the Bai family still treated him like a little baby who needed to be taken care of at all times.

Lil Zheng’s mind whirled round and round but his mouth merely replied, “Okay. Sir, there’s a street ahead you can explore ahead. I’ll come back for you in a while.”

YiHan nodded. As the car slowly stopped, he got out. Lil Zheng stared at his back and thought, “The saying was right. You can be in the same situation but your life can be totally different. Most people at this age would be working hard to forge their own way but this Little Master Bai was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. Even if he lazed about his whole life, he’d live a carefree and lavish life. Just living off the dividends would guarantee a life of luxury. Even if the Bai family’s attitude to him was ignored, just a tiny bit of those dividends was enough to let him live his whole life without working. He was born in riches and could live a life without worry, yet he’s always throwing tantrums. Lil Zheng really didn’t understand what he could be unhappy about.

Lil Zheng shook his head and sighed. Just drive. Stop thinking about it. This birth was gotten through skill and not something that can be gotten through envy.


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LC: Chapter 12

12. Equipment Change

Stuffed and satisfied, the three of them picked at their teeth and lazed under the relaxing afternoon sun.

“I’m guessing Lucky’s luck must be very good. After this, we must bring you along any time we farm for an item.”

“Hehe. Mn.”

“But you really should hurry and raise your levels. It’s hard for a healer at the start. You either party up or you just grind at Undead regions. Once you hit the second job change, you’d get Holy Light (Single-target attack. 150% damage to Undead and 80% to other monsters). You can farm anything then. Once you’re there, we’ll bring you as whenever we grind. You can leech some Exp or something.

“Mn, mn.”

“Also, you mustn’t be too frugal with your money. Change into good equipment. Then you’d grind at double the efficiency. Don’t keep wearing the garbage the game gives out. You are the lucky cat.”

“Mn, mn = =”

“Aah, so boring. Why are you and NonMeta so reserved? This is me caring for you. What can you say except for ‘mn’? Come, chirp for big brother here.”

“Chirp = =+”

“Pfft. Fine. I give up.” CopperPlateKing laughed and sprawled out all over the table.

“Time for class.” NonMeta pulled CopperPlate up by the neck.

“Tch. It’s already so late. I really want to skip class. Lucky, we’ve got classes at night, so we’ll be getting off to have dinner first.”

“Class…”

“Yup. Do you not have classes? Speaking of which, I don’t know how old you are still. You look younger than me, so first year in university?”

“I don’t go to school…19 years old.” Bai XiaoYu dipped his head to where no one could take a good look at his face.

“Eh? Why?”

“…”

“Offline.” NonMeta kicked CopperPlate.

“You damned…” Bastard. CopperPlateKig swallowed back the last word as he suddenly realised what NonMeta meant was for him to stop questioning it. Everyone has their own secrets.

“Well, I’m going. Lucky, work hard at your levels.”

“Mn. Bye.”

The beams of light flashed by and then there was only XiaoYu left at the table.

Classes…It’s only been a year of no classes but why do those days feel so far away? Perhaps deep down inside he was still afraid of being lonely. Though he never interacted much with the other students back then, just sitting by the side and watching them fool around was enough.

XiaoYu let out a deep sigh and raised his head. His two hands patted himself on the cheeks, “Alright. Cheer up.”

“Meow~” The little cat had been sitting on XiaoYu’s shoulders. Upon detecting its owner’s rippling emotions, it stuck out its tiny pink tongue and softly licked at his cheek in comfort.

“Hehe. Tickles.” He petted the tiny cat’s head. He’s not alone now so what’s the use of moping about? Charge, to grinding!

However, before he dived into grinding, he should clear the items on him and have a look at the market to see what he can buy.

After a walk around, XiaoYu was left a little disappointed. That’s because most equipment being sold were for those at Level 60 or above. It’s not a rare sight. The average level for AO players is now very high and there are very few of low-level newbies like XiaoYu. Items for new players are ordinary and don’t bring in much profit. So, there aren’t a lot of sellers unless they’d gathered all 20 slots worth of merchandise.

Hm? XiaoYu stopped in front of a stall. He found a very beautiful silver staff on it. There weren’t any complex embellishments and it didn’t have precious and exquisite gems on it. It was merely a simple silver staff topped with a tiny crystal. A pair of small, white, stretched-out wings floated beside the crystal. Dainty and delicate, it was very attractive.

XiaoYu squatted down before the stall and looked at the silver staff’s stats. In his mind, he prayed that it wasn’t very far off from his level and the price he had in mind. After observing the market, he realised that the higher an item’s level restrictions, the grander it looked. The silver staff’s design was quite plain, so it shouldn’t have too high of a limit.

+4 Silver Crystal Staff. Magic Attack 80 – 100 (+20). Int +4. Holy Damage +10%. Slots: 1. Level Limit: 25. Job Limit: Acolyte, Magician.

Thank goodness its requirements weren’t that high. This should be a rather good equipment for an early-stage Acolyte. Despite that, the price of 1 crystal was not within XiaoYu’s budget. Even though he’d just gotten 50 gold from the boss, he didn’t have any other savings. There’s still nearly half of the money missing. He’ll wait for a few days until he’d gotten his part from the crown. Hopefully this stall would still be here then.

“Ugh…” XiaoYu prepared to stand up and leave.

“Little healer, do you want this staff?” The motionless stall-keeper suddenly spoke up.

“Whoa~!” “Mrow~!” Both XiaoYu and the little cat on his shoulders were startled.

“Hehe. Sorry. I was on the forums just now.” Looking down at the pair of owner and pet before him who displayed the same shocked expression, BlazeTheEarth’s first impression of this player was quite good.

“It’s fine. I thought it was a Body-Double Stall.” XiaoYu steadied himself and pet the tiny cat. “Yes, I quite like this staff. But I don’t have that much money…”

“Is that so…” 1 crystal was a rather expensive price tag for a new player. Add on the fact that there weren’t a lot of new players, he’d been trying to sell this staff for a week without any interested buyers.

AO has an exchange service between real-life money and in-game cash. However, to prevent the game from being flooded and a messy in-game economy, players would not be able to survive in-game without buying in-game currency. AO also had a special rule where the player’s allowance for currency exchange would increase to a certain value gradually after Level 40. (For example, a Level 40 could exchange 100 units in a month while a Level 45 can exchange 150. So on and so forth until Level 100 where it became unlimited.)  This way, professional players could earn money and the market’s economy would be stable.

“Can I reserve it for a few days? In a few days, I’ll have the money for it.”

“How much do you have now?” Just because this newbie looked quite okay to him, he planned on letting it go if the price wasn’t ridiculous. He’d also help a new player then.

“I only have 50 gold.”

“Oh, then…” It’s only half the price. Should he sell? BlazeTheEarth measured XiaoYu up as he considered it. This player’s wide eyes looked a little upset and a little disappointed then (so he thought). That black cat was also staring tearfully at him with its big eyes. Ugh…Why does he feel so guilty and slimy when being stared at by these two pairs of wide eyes? The staff was really unintentionally farmed out and refining it only took around 20 gold coins…Just sell it to him!

“Alright. I’ll sell it to you.”

“Eh? T-Thank you.” XiaoYu didn’t think he’d be this lucky. When the saw the stall owner hesitating, he stopped hoping. All he wanted was for the owner to reserve for a few days. He’s not at Leve 25 either way so he’s not rushed.

At XiaoYu’s thanks, BlazeTheEarth felt even more guilty. Originally, it was an old equipment of his. A few days ago, his storage was full so he thought of digging it out to sell.

After inserting the staff into the trading screen, BlazeTheEarth paused and flipped through his bracelet before putting in a pair of small black leather shoes as well.

“Hm?”

“A gift. You’re still barefoot.” As he said so, he looked down at the two pale ankles peeking out from beneath XiaoYu’s Acolyte robes. In BlazeTheEarth’s eyes, wearing such crudely made and thin sandals was no different to being barefoot.

“T-Thank you.” Was today an extremely lucky day? When he was grinding, someone was there to carry him. He even dropped a rare accessory. When he’s buying something, someone gave him a 50% discount and even gave him a “buy one free one” deal.

“It’s nothing. It’s not worth much.” That’s true. This pair of leather shoes only had 4 Defence. It was essentially selling something found in an NPC store. He’d rather use it to do a good deed and deal with this guilty feeling of his ><. “Add me. After all, Acolytes and Magicians share quite a lot of equipment. Once I change my gear, I’ll sell them to you for cheap if you need any of them.”

“Okay.” XiaoYu was very happy. He obtained two equipment in one go.

“Pfft. LuckyCat. You look like it.”

“= =+” Why did everyone he befriended laugh at his name at the start?

Translator’s Comments:

Reserved (CopperPlateKing’s dialogue): What he actually said was
闷葫芦 (men hu lu), meaning silent gourd (the typical hourglass shaped gourd). It refers to people who are either not talkative or people who are mysterious/an enigma (original meaning). The source most likely refers to how the gourd is usually used as a storage device, so a silent one is one that keeps its secrets/things hidden. (Probably because it’s easy to tell what is inside the gourd by shaking it)

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GC: Chapter 5

5. Don’t Want to Wake Up

Bai XueQing was known to be a strong, independent woman, Bai YiHan was her opposite. Because he wasn’t that healthy as a child, everyone in his family loved him to pieces. Ma in particular felt that she owed him and loathed that she couldn’t give him the stars when all he asked for was the moon. When he was in primary school, he’d be admitted into the hospital every few days, so his results weren’t that great. Later, when he grew up and didn’t fell sick that often, his results still floated about the average because his basics weren’t strong. His family didn’t force him to get better either, so he never once experienced the burden and pain of studying. He then played around until he graduated university. Ma doted her son, so she wasn’t willing to let him join the company and enter a lifestyle of working 9 to 5 so young. She wanted him to live a carefree life for several years before deciding what he wanted to do. After all, even if he did nothing, he could live a happy life as a rich child.

That’s why YiHan was now the textbook case of a NEET (Not in Employment, Education and Training). Having learned from his past life, he now understood no one in this world needed to treat him kindly. Before accepting the kindness others gave to him, he should feel grateful and pay it back. Only then would the relationship last.

It’s just a pity he understood it too late. His family’s and Mu JingYuan’s love for him had already been hulled out by his unruly actions. When he woke up to it all, there was no turning back. Now, a rare chance to be reborn was here. How could he selfishly let his family spoil him?

Ma saw how insistent he was on not letting his sister skip work for him and so let it go. XueQing carefully observed YiHan. It was only after confirming he wasn’t just bearing with it that she picked up her bag and rose, “Ma, Lil Bro, I’ll head off to work then. There’re still a few things to do today.”

YiHan hurriedly made a shooing gesture, “Then hurry and go. Drive safely.”

Ma nodded as well. XueQing however gave another questioning glance at YiHan. How weird it was that this brother who’d always acted selfishly to care about her. Even so, the feeling’s great! As she walked to the garage and drove to work, and even when she was there, her lips never dropped from the smile it formed.

At home, Mrs Zhang served up YiHan’s breakfast (lunch?) while Ma began pushing her youngest son to the table. She personally served YiHan a bowl of prawn congee and pushed over some Xiao Long Bao, crystal dumplings, and all sorts of delicious side dishes. She gently said, “HanHan, you woke up so late today. You must be starving. Eat some first. Wait until lunch, then you can have a good meal.” As she said so, she turned to look at Mrs Zhang. “Make tonight’s dinner more lavish with more meat and vegetables. It must be extremely nutritious, Mrs Zhang. HanHan’s too thin. His emotions have also been very unstable lately, so he needs to replenish.”

Mrs Zhang spoke up, “Yes.” Her gaze directed at YiHan was both doting and upset as well. This dainty young man was the Bai family’s heart and soul. She herself doted on him too.

YiHan stared at the delicate cutlery and tasty prawn congee before him, his mind a mess. Everything from before was still flashing through his mind and the pain of his bone shattering was still carved into his body. But after one night’s sleep, he’s now sitting in this warm and inviting home again, eating congee under his mother’s gentle gaze.

Everything felt like a dream. Was all that had happened just a cruel and painful nightmare or was this all a beautiful dream created because he couldn’t bear the pain anymore?

His emotions tumbled all over the place. No. What happened before was definitely not a dream. He could remember everything that had happened clearly. His broken leg, shattered fingers. Even the sounds of the gunshot which took away his life seemed to be ringing in his ears now. Everything was real. They could never be a dream!

But now…He froze up. He stretched out his hand and firmly pinched himself on the thigh. Pain pulsated through him. In an instant, his eyes reddened. It wasn’t out of pain but of happiness. Pain as sharp as this meant this was all real. He’d really been reborn. The gods had granted him another chance! If this was really just a dream, then let him drown in it and never to wake up.

Ma saw her own son doltishly daydreamed while staring his bowl of congee then fiercely pinched himself. She couldn’t stop him in time. She was so angry that she could beat this worrisome child, yet she couldn’t bear to be so. All she could do was go on muttering, “What’s wrong with you, child? Eat your breakfast. Why did you have to pinch yourself? And so strongly at that! It’s going to bruise! You’re really worrisome!”

YiHan listened on at what he once thought of as troublesome nagging. It now filled his whole body with warmth. At last he couldn’t hold it in anymore and raised his head, “Ma, you’re the best.”

Ma blushed. She could only retort, “Do you think I’d let you go with just a few compliments? Hmph.” Saying so, she reached out as if to snatch away the bowl of congee in front of him. YiHan stopped her, “Why?”


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LC: Chapter 11

11. Splitting the Hoard

“Let’s go find a shop to sit in,” Bai XiaoYu said into the Party channel as he stepped out of the portal.

He waited for a while but heard no response. Strange. It’s fine if NonMeta didn’t reply as he doesn’t like to talk but how could CopperPlate not talk? XiaoYu raised his head to find CopperPlate circling him with eyes wide as if he’d just discovered a new continent.

“W-what is it?” XiaoYu could feel himself getting flustered from CopperPlate’s stare.

“Tsk tsk. It’s rare for us to hear Lucky putting forth a suggestion without prompts.”

“…= =+”

“Hee-hee. Let’s go eat something! I’m hungry again.”

The three found a Western restaurant with only a few people sitting inside, for it wasn’t meal time yet. CopperPlateKing wanted to sit by the window when he felt his armour tightening on him. He was then pulled by XiaoYu to a hidden alcove.

“Why’re we sitting in such a remote spot…”  Even though CopperPlateKing’s mouth kept mumbling and chattering, he still allowed himself to be dragged over by XiaoYu. Otherwise, that tiny strength of XiaoYu’s wouldn’t have even be able to move him half a step.

The four-seater table in the corner was surrounded by peculiarly arranged decor. If one wasn’t observant enough, they’d never have found it.

After seating down, XiaoYu looked around and was visibly satisfied with the seating.

“Lucky, are you hiding from an enemy? Wow, you don’t look like someone who’d attract trouble in such a short time.”

“No.”

“Whoosh~”

“??!!”

Bai XiaoYu poured out everything the tiny cat had in its inventory, a pile of gold coins and a few equipment. It’s obvious they were the results from their dive into the Zombie Cave.

“Sorry. The little one picks up everything. The equipment and money are all here. There are also a few more items I’ll directly trade to you later. If I take them out now, I’m afraid it’ll affect your appetite,” apologised XiaoYu. While the three hadn’t discussed anything about splitting the loot up, XiaoYu knew that the most troublesome thing about partying up was splitting up the loot. There are large numbers of threads started on the forum every day arguing about such things.

“Aah, a crown!” shouted CopperPlateKing. It was fortunate that they’d been speaking in the Party channel the whole time or they’d be surrounded by a crowd of people now.

That’s right. That’s the crown that was on the Zombie King’s head. The market price ranged from 500 to 1000 crystals with a drop rate rumoured to be 0.1%. Even though a lot of royal type bosses would drop it, like the Zombie King and the Corpse King, there are only a miniscule number found on the market. The main reason was that average players are around LV 90, so the crown is at an awkward phase right now.

While the strongest of the ugly royal bosses, like the Zombie King and the Corpse King, are only at LV 90, they don’t look attractive at all. Except for the professional workshop parties, most boss hunters would never be able to bear the disgusting looks of those bosses and their environments and leave after a few rounds. Along with its low drop date, normal players would go mad hunting for it unless they have strong RNG luck.

Of course, AO has a few royal-type bosses with passable looks which might even be called handsome, but they’re all over LV 100. Those who’ve yet to reach the Third Job Change can’t even think about getting close to them. Not only that, there’s not a single LV 100 player yet in the entire server.

The top 10 players are all at LV 99 but it’s a big jump from 99 to 100. First, let’s not talk about the huge amount of experience needed. Players also need to complete a special quest before they can get to LV 100. The quests are random and have time limits. Once failed, the player would have to start all over again at LV 99 with 0% experience.

The reason behind such an insane design was, other than because the game company didn’t want players to grow that fast easily, mainly because the game would patch in the Guild Wars system as soon as the first player to reach LV 100 appears. Then, the era of war throughout the server would begin. Guild Wars are a test to a server’s capabilities. That’s why the company was terrified. They constantly put it through tests after tests. It’s much preferable to have the patch released late than to have an error in the server.

The crown on the table right now had a beautiful design that males crave for and females prefer. But its price wasn’t the highest it could be. That’s because it only has Strength +2 and Intelligence +2. Its stats are low, awkward and not suitable for combat at all. The combination of its extravagant exterior and trashy stats made players love and hate it.

“The crown…The crown and heart dropped at the same time. Gods, our RNG’s too good~” CopperPlateKing cried out loud with his head in his hands, danced around then buried his head in his arms again.

“…” NonMetaAssassin was really appreciative of the seats XiaoYu chose. Otherwise CopperPlateKing’s crazy behaviour would have attracted weird looks from others. Combined with XiaoYu’s ungreedy behaviour, NonMeta decided his decision to help him was correct. While it had been because he wanted to pay the other back for CopperPlateKing nearly killing XiaoYu, it now seemed like XiaoYu would make a good friend.

“Lucky, you’re really a lucky charm! We’ve been at it for two days, but we only dropped some equipment. Ignoring the crown, we couldn’t even get a normal accessory. As soon as you came, a heart dropped then a crown. I love you to death!” If there hadn’t been a table between the two, CopperPlateKing would’ve bear hugged XiaoYu.

“= =+” NonMeta’s veins popped. NonMetaAssasin was clearly unhappy with CopperPlateKing’s last sentence. He reached out and gave CopperPlate a painful hit to the head.

“Aargh!” The other cried as he held his head in pain.

“Heh heh…” XiaoYu could only give out a silly laugh. While it hurt to give away such an expensive crown, the price it would’ve sold for could last him for a whole month, it wasn’t his in the end. Even without his help, the two of them could’ve killed the boss.

“Yours. One third of the crown.” Another rare occasion where NonMetaAssassin spoke more than a few words. He pushed everything except for the crown towards XiaoYu.

“There’s no need. I didn’t help much.”

“Lucky, stop dithering. Take it. Without you, we’d have suffered for much longer.”

“But…”

“No buts. We were there to look for quest items. Without you, we’d never have gotten it.” The two had planned on a long battle so they’d stuffed their bags full of potions and food (1 stack = 100). They’d only pick up one item or equipment after emptying one slot. So most of the items were mercilessly wiped away by the game.

“Oh. Thank you.” XiaoYu swept the pile of equipment and money into his bag. It was filled to the brim. Fortunately, he hadn’t taken out some of the random items from the tiny cat’s inventory. It seemed to be time to buy a bigger bag.

“Hee-hee. Let me touch the crown for two more days. It’s so rare that I can’t bear to sell it. I’ll sell it in a few days and give you the money.”

“You don’t need to give me the money from the crown. I didn’t really help that much.” XiaoYu was already satisfied with the items he had received.

“No way. Since you’re in my party, you’re mine now. How can I let you suffer? Those items can’t even add up to the minimum worth of the crown.”

“…” What do you mean yours? Gloomy and dark clouds appeared around NonMetaAssassin.

“Erm…It’s really fine. You’ve already helped the little one level up twice. I haven’t even thanked you.” (Even though the crown’s market price was high, it’s only worth 10 gold when sold to NPCs. But for the low level TinyLuckyCat, it’s enough to level up.)

“No way. If I let my…” person suffer, I won’t be a man anymore.

“Okay!” XiaoYu loudly interrupted CopperPlateKing. He kept saying such things that others would misunderstand. He didn’t want to be massaged by katars. He could already see lightning rumbling above NonMeta’s head.

XiaoYu really didn’t think anything weird. He only felt that perhaps NonMeta had few friends because of his personality (quite like himself XD) so CopperPlateKing was very important to NonMeta. If NonMeta saw the other being too friendly with other people, he’d be jealous.

“But I’m only taking 10%. Any more and I won’t feel good.”

“Ugh, fine. Lucky, you’re really self-conscious.”

“Level up?” The clouds had finally dispersed and NonMeta opened the mouth worth its weight in gold once again.

“Oh right. When the boss died, your cat levelled up twice. I remember you were busy buffing us and didn’t hit it once.” Pets usually gain experience based on what their owner gained.

“It levels up through collecting money.”

“Eeh? So mysterious.” It wasn’t just CopperPlateKing. Even NonMetaAssassin stared at him with wide eyes.

“The little one’s species is lucky cat. It levels up by collecting money. Items are calculated according to NPC prices.” In the event his explanation wasn’t clear enough, XiaoYu showed the two the tiny lucky cat’s stats.

“Pffft. You actually named it TinyLuckyCat.”

“>////<”

“What a strange pet. I really want one now. Lucky where did you capture it?” CopperPlateKing thought it must’ve been a monster from some hidden newbie village’s surroundings. None of the low-level monsters he knew of were as cute as the little cat.

“It’s a gift from the game. I got it from the Newbie Gift Box.”

“No wonder it’s account-bound. I got a knife with no level restrictions and Attack 30. It was very good at first but then it was trash. I don’t even remember which shop I sold it to.”

“Eat.” NonMetaAssassin’s speech was as clear cut as always. XiaoYu really wanted to know what it’s like when the other spoke more than 10 words.

“Right. We’ve been chatting away and haven’t ordered anything yet. Let’s not get kicked out and look at the menu. I want ribs…”

Translator’s Comments:

Mouth worth its weight in gold: The literal translation is golden mouth. It refers to a mouth that speaks so rarely that every word is like a nugget of gold.

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GC: Chapter 4

4. Just a Nightmare

Bai YiHan stood there, hidden, for a while. He took a deep breath, tucked his emotions neatly away, walked out from his corner and slowly descended.

Upon seeing her beloved little son coming down the stairs, YiHan’s mother hurriedly walked to him and asked, “HanHan, how come you’re up so late? Are you hungry? Aunt Yang? Aunt Yang! Quick, bring out HanHan’s breakfast!”

However, the moment Ma got near to YiHan, she immediately noticed YiHan’s red eyes. It was as if he’d been crying. Her tender mother’s heart throbbed in pain. Her whole body quivered. She stretched her hands out to his face in panic. “HanHan, what is it? Are you still unhappy? Is there anything you can’t tell me? Who upset you? Tell me. I’ll help you deal with them, okay?”

YiHan held tight to his mother’s outstretched hands. At the sight of his panicked mother, he couldn’t hold his tears in anymore. With tears rolling down his face, he held his mother close and muttered in a low voice, “Ma, I’m sorry…I’m sorry…Sis…I’m sorry…”

Ma went from panicked to flustered. Bai XueQing quickly walked over with a frosty face. “Han, tell it to me straight. Did someone bully you? Who? Tell me! Let him see how this woman will break his leg!” Her voice was imperious and fierce, but her hands were gentle as they patted YiHan’s back to comfort him.

At this point, Ma was too worried to bother arguing with her daughter over her crude way of speaking. “Yes, HanHan. Tell mother, what did you go through? Do you wish to kill your mother out of heartache?”

After some time, YiHan’s emotions finally calmed down again. To his mother’s and sister’s questions, he can only mutely shake his head. How would he even phrase what happened?

But how could Ma and XueQing be willing to let it go? Finally, YiHan gave into the persistent interrogation and replied, “I’m really fine. I just got frightened by a nightmare.”

Annoyed, Ma said, “Don’t you dare try and distract me. What kind of nightmare can scare you to such a state?” Even XueQing eyeballed him. Her face seemed to be saying, “You’re lying again.”

YiHan sighed and said in a gloomy voice, “It’s true. In my dream, I saw that I’d made our whole family bankrupt and all of us were squeezed into a tiny apartment, suffering.”

Ma burst out chuckling with an audible “pfft” and patted him on the shoulder, “Hahaha, oh my little baby, how could you be so cute? How would you make our whole family bankrupt? With what talent?”

YiHan’s face went blank.

XueQing lightly coughed. Ma instantly tucked away her smile, cleared her throat and said, “HanHan, it must be because you’re not feeling well these few days. That’s why you keep having such lucid dreams. Don’t think on it. If you’re bored, make your sister take you out to play.”

YiHan meekly replied, “Ma, Sis is very busy and I’m not a child anymore. Do I need an adult whenever I want to leave the house?”

His sister should be deeply in love with Mu JingYuan right now. It’s the time where they can’t bear to be apart at all, yet his sister didn’t go into the office or on a date and wait at home for him to wake up just because his feelings were all over the place. One can see how deep her love for YiHan was.

Why did he not know to treasure it before? Why did he push such a great sister further and further away? When he died, it had gone to the point where his sister wasn’t willing to talk to him at all.

“If you want me to accompany you, it’s no big deal if I delay things for a day,” said XueQing.

Ma nodded in agreement, “See, your sister says it’s fine.”

“There’s no need. I’ll go out for a walk later myself. If Sis has something on, you can go ahead,” insisted YiHan.

The elderly patriarch of the Bai family, Bai HaiMing, founded the company from nothing when he was young and created the Bai Group by himself. When Grandmother passed away, Grandfather was already quite old, so he threw the business at Pa, Bai FuRen, and bought a mansion in a quiet area to retire in. Bai FuRen did not disappoint. In the years since he’d taken over the Bai Group, the company was stable, and all their projects were well-managed and successful. Big Bro, Bai Yan, had even entered the company at a young age to help their father and prepare for his eventual succession.

XueQing also worked in the Bai Group. Don’t underestimate her just because she’s a girl. Most men aren’t even as talented and decisive as her. She’d climbed to the high ranks of the company with her own strength. Undoubtedly, she’s what they call a “New Woman”.

Translator’s Note:

New Woman: It should be translated to “a strong woman” but it doesn’t really have the impact as New Woman has. It’s a rather old term from the Victorian era but it fits very well, provided one knows what it means.

The term New Woman always referred to women who exercised control over their own lives be it personal, social, or economic.

Ruth Bordin


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