Chapter 9 – Author: Three years flew by.
Du Ze prepared spoilers related to the events in the novel. In Louis’ Magic Codex, there is an important note stating that Louis had tried to revive a gnome with Necromancy. The experiment succeeded. However, the gnome did not fully revive. He had the characteristics of the undead, but also had a certain vitality. He became a half gnome half undead existence. Because he had read the story of the “Mixed Blood,” Du Ze knew that this “half undead gnome” was the protagonist’s grandfather.
He wanted to pass on this information to the protagonist in an elegant, lofty manner saying: If you want to know more then do not continue blackening. His happy days should begin.
Xiu was sitting on the pedestal of the statue of the god. He put down the Magic Codex and gazed at Du Ze with dim, black eyes. This is the first time that Du Ze has come to him of his own accord.
Du Ze pressed on his headphones and started speaking jerkily, “In fact, – ” … your life story is in the Magic Codex.
Du Ze opened his mouth but he couldn’t make a sound. No matter how desperately he tried to speak, the words wouldn’t come out. It was though an invisible hand had grabbed him by the throat.
“-” The half undead gnome is related to you.
It’s impossible. He cannot say it. It seems that telling the truth is forbidden by someone or something. Is it the author, god, or … the world itself?
Du Ze’s face is stiff but in his heart he is crying. Why was he allowed to give spoilers before but now he is banned from doing it? The lead should not know this information now, so Du Ze can’t tell him the information ahead of time? How will he be able to influence and guide the plot of the story if he is unable to speak? To think that his only advantage has this limit. It’s very upsetting.
Opposite Du Ze, the Lich’s facial expression is becoming more and more cloudy. Du Ze’s conditioned reflex made him say, “We can leave here.”
He was able to speak again!
Xiu looked somewhat taken aback and there was a flicker of confusion and hesitation in his eyes. Du Ze was happy that he was able to bring up this topic. If he is able to persuade the protagonist to leave the Lost Land then the Necromancy practice sessions will cease. The most important thing is that Du Ze does not want to be abused again!
There is no little brother, cannon fodder, or younger sister here for Xiu to abuse, only the unhappy Du Ze.
Du Ze put on a serious face and said, “No one is here.”
Xiu looked at the Magic Codex in his hand. “Indeed…” he said hoarsely, staring at Du Ze. “There are no corpses.”
Wait a minute, this topic breaks down to the lack of training materials?
Du Ze felt as though Xiu’s eyes were looking into his more deeply. He was silent for a while before casually continuing, “If you leave then you can become stronger.”
This topic, is it okay?1
He did not know what bad memories this triggered but Xiu’s fingers on the Magic Codex tensed. Xiu stared at Du Ze and a strong emotion leaked out.
Warning: Your death flag will be created.
This is using your life to admonish the emperor!2 Du Ze immediately and unequivocally expressed his position, “Your enemy is not me.”
Xiu stared at him for a long time. There was only a suffocating blackness in Xiu’s eyes. Then he stretched out his hand and stroked the back of Du Ze’s neck. That was that most vulnerable part of a human being and when it was held, it gave one a sense of complete control over that person.
Feeling the ice cold skin of Xiu’s hand on the back of his neck, Du Ze felt the urge to shiver. He doesn’t know why the protagonist likes to touch his neck. Anyway, it’s just a touch and not something like destroying the world, so Du Ze doesn’t mind. Although, he always felt as though Xiu’s habit is like that of petting a restless cat. This must be retribution for stealing the role of the Meow Star …
The undead’s cold skin gradually changed temperature from the contact. Xiu felt the warmth on his fingers and rubbed a bit before withdrawing his hand. Du Ze looked at the Lich who suddenly seems happy and thought that the undead are really like the Meow Star, mercurial and capricious.
When Du Ze had gotten back his composure, he saw Xiu standing at the temple’s entrance, looking back at him. Silhouetted by the light from behind him, the creature of darkness seemed to have a pure holiness.
“After we get out, I’ll take you to meet my good friend.”
Time flew by, and before he knew it, Xiu had been in the Lost Land for three years. He stood at the temple’s entrance, looking at the column of light in the distance, slightly preoccupied with his own thoughts. The distant light cast a long shadow behind the Lich. In the shadow, a skeleton general smiled, the corpse king treaded on the ground heavily, and the female phantom was moving its pale, transparent body back and forth.3
Xiu lowered his head. The spirit beast was rubbing his foot with its body. Seeing Xiu looking at it, the beast raised its head, gold and blue eyes full of anticipation.
He lifted the beast and stroked its neck. The eight-tailed monster rubbed against Xiu’s chest and heard its owner say,” Let’s get out of here.”
Louis’ Magic Codex contained information about the method of leaving the Lost Land. It’s time to depart.
“After I get out, I’ll take you to meet my good friend.”
His very good “friend.”
– excerpt from “Mixed Blood”
The author has something to say:
Author: Three years flew by.
Protagonist: … Time flies when you are happy.
Reader: *raises middle finger at the previous poster*4 =皿=