Editor: Elanor
The stars of the new division of the Killing Show took a rest in an area that was downwind of a stream, surrounded by unknown wildflowers, and beautiful scenery. They didn’t know how much effort it took for artisans to achieve this naturally barren effect.
The doctor gave Xia Tian medicine and bandaged the wound. In order to achieve a good medieval effect, the resource point didn’t have any antibiotics, only some herbal powder, which could only make sure that people wouldn’t die. He didn’t know how effective it was.
However, to keep it watchable, the organizers stuffed a large amount of anesthetics into the medicine supply, and spared no effort to make it look like a plant-based medicine so that it conformed to the medieval setting. This ensured that the players could go into battle with wounds at any time.
Although the battle at the resource point wasn’t small, Luo Qingtian’s team definitely didn’t find a wardrobe or a piece of clothing, but only a rough sewing kit. Xia Tian took off his shirt without any second thought, and asked the doctor to help with the stitching of his torn clothes.
Bai Jingan seemed to want to stop them for a moment, but didn’t say anything in the end—it was normal. The clothes couldn’t be worn without mending them.
Xia Tian tied up his disheveled hair. His old wounds could be seen scattered everywhere on his body, which was a bit tragic, but it was how it was in the Lower City. He sat there comfortably, letting the sun shine comfortably on him.
The tactical planner looked at his naked upper body with a dark expression on his face. Xia Tian was quite familiar with Bai Jingan’s expression. He probably wanted to say “108 things you shouldn’t do”. He ignored him and sewed the cloth.
The doctor took the clothes to wash and dry again. He completely messed up the procedure. His movements were so clumsy that Xia Tian was certain that he wouldn’t live for long.
He sat there for a while. He got bored, so grabbed a few wild flowers and tried to make a wreath. La Tie came over and looked expectantly, and then actively looked for various flowers of matching color.
The doctor watched this scene curiously, probably wondering how the two ferocious killers of their team would be interested in flowers and grass.
In fact, it was normal. There were no flowers and grass in Lower City, only mushrooms, molds and plagues could be seen everywhere, and TV dramas in the Upper City liked to describe the former as a sight that could be only found in heaven.
Therefore, people like them always thought that sunlight, stars, and plants were important things to pay attention to, and they were luxuries that they had to work hard to earn. Although it actually didn’t bring any improvement to life at all.
From the first time they met, Xia Tian had sent La Tie a clear “get away from me” signal and added “I’m annoyed by the sight of you” as a reinforcement, but the man kept coming up to him, wishfully thinking they would have a common language at some point.
While he watched Xia Tian weave a wreath, he started making conversation with him.
“I once stole a bag of biscuits with a friend. We were craving them so badly,” he said, “The shopkeeper sent a hellhound to chase us. He especially liked to watch that. Do you know hellhound? It’s the kind with a few heads and spikes…”
“Of course I know hellhounds,” Xia Tian said.
La Tie laughed, as if he also realized that this question was too silly. The doctor tried to join the conversation and said, “I have only seen hellhounds on TV. Do people really keep those things in the Lower City? No hair, with three heads, and eat people?”
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“Mainly to guard the home,” La Tie said, “You are talking about the highly mutated species, which only rich people can afford. The ones that go around the Lower City are actually skinny, deformed mixed-breeds that are born everywhere and chased by dog-fighting rings.”
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That kind of cheap highly mutagenic drug was also called star drug. It cost a dollar a piece in the grocery store, ten dollars a dozen. After the injection, the skin of these dogs would become hard as leather, dripping blood-red saliva, and sometimes a deformed new head would grow, which was simply a bizarre feat.
After mutation, the dogs could only live for a short while. They seldom ate and always wanted to kill something. Those people watched them fight for fun, sometimes betting on the victory or defeat, and many more just watched.
When Xia Tian was a child, he had taken over a job that dealt with the dog carcasses. It was really a nightmare of a job.
“It bit my leg and dragged me out. It had two heads. I just didn’t know what to do,” La Tie continued.
“Attack the heart,” Xia Tian said.
“The spine works too,” Bai Jingan said from the side. Xia Tian glanced at him.
“I still have scars on my legs!” La Tie said cheerfully, and pulled up his trousers to show the wound.
Xia Tian glanced at it, the wound was so deep that the bones could be seen, and half of the calf was bitten off. It was almost unbearable to look at it.
He noticed that Bai Jingan’s right leg trembled which he retracted unconsciously and he put his hand on it, but his fingertips trembled as well. His movements were quite subtle, but Xia Tian knew it was a reaction to a serious old injury.
Some wounds, even if healed, would remain in your body for the rest of your life. In the middle of the night when you woke up from a nightmare, or when you were stressed, or when you were just normally chatting, something cold and dark would suddenly appear, telling you that things wouldn’t get better in this life.
“I spent six months hiding in the sewers,” La Tie continued, “survivng on garbage…”
“Let me guess, you never got to eat a biscuit in the end,” Xia Tian said, “Your friend was fine. He was surprised when you found him,and he said that he had escaped the shopkeeper’s hunt in a thrilling manner, but thought you were dead. He was very happy that you were alive, but you’d better leave his house now, because you are a wanted criminal in the whole district, so he doesn’t want to be involved. So, you had to leave your hometown and go to the underground arena.”
“I know you think I am an idiot,” La Tie said, “but Russ is a good guy. The underground arena is terrible, but I survived and came here.”
He also made a gesture, as if this place was some kind of paradise.
Xia Tian moved aside.
“You are so miserable,” he said, “Stay away, what would I do if I get infected!”
La Tie grinned at him, not at all angry about the attack. He was a tragedy in capital letters, always moving around and annoying people endlessly.
Next to him, the doctor asked La Tie with some hesitation what type of biscuits he was talking about, and whether they were the nicknames for some precious food he didn’t know about.
La Tie explained that they were ordinary biscuits, very common in the Upper City, but very rare in the Lower City. There was very little food that had been exposed to sunlight. Only the sunroom grew crops, but because of the “Two Cities Trade Agreement”, it was required that half of it be given to the Upper City.
“I’m sorry…” the doctor said, “I’ve heard of this agreement, but… I didn’t know…”
“Come on, it’s not like you made the rules,” Xia Tian said, flashing a bright smile at him.
Xu Peiwen lowered his head to avoid the other person’s gaze. Xia Tian always smiled brightly, but deep down it was cold and could freeze people.
After that, everything was calm. On the third night, they ran into a devastated two-man team.
Xia Tian killed one, and La Tie fought the other for a long time, and finally let the other guy go because he screamed to surrender.
“He surrendered”, La Tie said, “I don’t kill anyone who has surrendered.”
His tone was firm, full of chivalry.
Xia Tian made a speechless face towards the sky and said, “We need points!”
“He threw down his sword and knelt on the ground crying. What else could I have done?!” La Tie asked.
Xia Tian thought for a while and found that he really couldn’t answer, so he said bitterly, “Your surrenderer won’t last a few days anyway!”
“He isn’t ‘my’ surrenderer!”
As they spoke, they were resting in a secluded area by the river. Many teams argued and even fought over whether to spare the surrenderer, because any life represented a point and points were very important. In addition to helping to advance in exchange for bonuses, it also proved that you weren’t blindly stumbling in the arena. You should know that once the planner felt that you weren’t working hard enough, they would try to create some unexpected events to help you increase your points, or let you become points for others.
Xia Tian glanced at Bai Jingan, who was looking at the terrain absent-mindedly, with a look of desirelessness and transcendence. Noticing that Xia Tian was looking at him, he glanced back, and his facial expression read “What do you want me to do?” Xia Tian really couldn’t figure out what he could do. Bai Jingan finally said, “At least bring back a sword.”
“All right,” Xia Tian said. That was all their tactical planner had to say about it. It was really a peaceful and friendly team.
This topic was over, and Xia Tian continued to make wreaths idly, with La Tie giving him a hand.
The doctor began to give a scientific introduction to the surrounding wildflowers, such as the willow gentian and the pink primrose, and so on. Obviously, he was an expert in wildflowers.
Just as he was complaining that some of these flowers shouldn’t be blooming in the same season or at the same altitude, Xia Tian suddenly raised his head and made a gesture to Bai Jingan.
There was a faint sound clanging of iron coming from the upwind, and whoever was there did their best to keep the sound down. But the event was a long one, and some negligence was inevitable.
The surrounding area immediately quieted down, and La Tie reached for the supplies. Only the doctor asked “What?”. Bai Jingan and Xia Tian quickly exchanged a few gestures. Five seconds later, the four people dispersed silently and entered into their tactical positions. The wreath was thrown into the depths of the bushes, and the forest returned to silence in a blink of an eye, as if no one had ever ventured there.
Soon they heard more footsteps than they had anticipated.
They all knew the next plan: if they were easy meat, they would rob; if they weren’t, everyone would stay quiet and let them go away by themselves.
The group that came was a group of troublesome people.
It was a team of seven.
The organizers didn’t like the idea of players teaming up because in the end there would always be a large-scale gathering, turning into the situation comparable to three major powers competing for supremacy, which would take away the fun of the Asaijin competition.
They had revised the rules over and over again. The latest regulations only allowed two teams to join together temporarily, at the cost of a significant number of points.
So most people didn’t like teaming up. Therefore, if they did, there was a reason why they did so.
Judging from the miserable appearance of the people who passed through the forest, they probably met a tough team three to four hours ago and temporarily joined hands to survive.
Xia Tian didn’t know what happened to the team they met unexpectedly—hopefully they were all dead—he could only guess that most of them were very dangerous. The team had one person missing. Other three were injured, but they were bandaged and they could still fight.
These people looked tired, but they were all advancing strictly following a battle formation. Each of them were equipped with dry food, a long sword in hand, and two crossbows. Also, none of them seemed to be engaged in network logistics.
The moment Xia Tian saw it, he decided to keep quiet until these people left so that everyone would be better off.
At that moment, an owl flew illogically across the blue sky and landed on a tree branch above Xia Tian’s head.
It looked at him with a cold, indifferent gaze, and then let out a scream.
Everyone turned their heads to look in the direction of the bird. Xia Tian unconsciously grasped the long sword in his hand, and for a moment he met the shocked eyes of another person. He was completely exposed.
—This was what the organizers wanted, a “Bird of Death“. They wanted a fight, more blood, and death.
The leader rushed towards Xia Tian, and the latter grabbed his sword to meet him. The screech of the owl was a death knell for the two groups who had no grudges against the other.
It was “either you die or I die”.
Thanks for the chapter!
I’m hurting myself by reading this now and not waiting for it to stockpile…. But I like it too much =_=
I wonder if we will ever have a character aside from the MC and ML that sticks around them permanently? Because currently, I’m expecting for everyone to die at any second
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Thank you for the chapter!!!
Hey can I ask about your profile pic it’s good
Yuu Ishigami from Love is War.
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