Chapter 7 – Reader: This is not the undead … Too handsome, it’s unscientific!
The skeleton was holding the limp body of a young man, the soft black hair falling in between the bones of his hand.
Suddenly, there was a sound from above their heads: “Meow?”
The strong sense of being watched put Xiu on the defensive. He looked up, instinctively covering Du Ze with his his black cloak. He saw a creature above them.
It was … a cat? It was dark-furred, with one golden and one blue eye. Xiu’s attention was immediately caught by the creature’s tails. Although it looked like a cat, it had nine tails. The demon1 was crouching down on top of the statue, tilting its head and looking down at the skeleton who was guarding his food2. Seeing Xiu looking at it, the monster’s eyes were full of joy and love.
“Meow!”
Xiu stared alertly at the enraptured demonic beast. The light element had finally left his body. The death aura around his body started to seethe with renewed energy, becoming darker and more intense, as the soul energy had now been fully assimilated. The black aura then gathered itself to cover the bones by weaving flesh and blood until the death aura that covered the sky dissipated without a trace, having been drawn into Xiu’s body.
The abandoned temple became quiet and still once more, except for the demon beast and Xiu, who was still holding the sacrificial offering, silently confronting each other.
Xiu now had long black hair that curls back from his forehead and profound jet black eyes, from the depths of which flashed a blue light.3 His expression was very somber, and the pale skin of the undead had added a melancholy air to his looks, but his beauty remained intact. The Lich and human look the same, like something that walked out from an ancient painting of a decadent aristocrat. But when Xiu stretched out his right hand to push his hair back behind his ear, he found that it was still bone, not flesh, betraying the essence of his undead nature.
The last bite of his meal was interrupted by the demon beast, and the soul that he had devoured was not enough to completely restore his entire body so the right arm was still made of bone. Xiu tightened his hold on Du Ze. As long as he kills the demon, he can swallow the rest of the soul and fully recover.
Xiu grabbed the giant death scythe which made an arc in the air. A crescent-shaped beam of dark energy flew straight towards the demonic beast. The cat-like monster moved nimbly away from the beam’s trajectory, jumping from the pedestal. It landed lightly on its feet, opposite Xiu. Its eyes were sparkling, as if it wanted to play more with Xiu.
“Meow!”
meow
The cat *cough* – spirit beast says meow.
The dark force Xiu released broke the ceiling of the temple ruins, revealing the black night sky. The purple moon was at its zenith and the moonlight shone down on the statue and the Lich.4
The cat-like demon’s ears twitched and its eyes widened. It glanced at the dark-robed Lich once more before it ran away. Xiu did not notice that demon beast had left. He was standing under a ray of moonlight, sensing a fluctuation in the soul energy of the youth in his arms.
Xiu lowered his head, the long black robe spread out around him, and looked into Du Ze’s eyes. This time, he saw a pale, black-haired, black-eyed human form reflected in the darkness.
He was still a terrible, evil, terrifying undead, now covered with human skin.
That was the Lich’s thought. Then he heard the owner of the eyes5 say, “Let go of me.”
Xiu held Du Ze’s hand tightly at first, then slowly let go. He looked at Du Ze gloomily as the latter left his arms. Xiu’s right hand still held his scythe, ready for trouble.
Du Ze looked for his glasses, put them on, and when he could clearly see the protagonist, the rabid “Mixed Blood” fan6 froze.
This can’t be undead! This can’t be undead! This can’t be undead! … Holy c**p, it really is a Lich, my goodness! A Lich being this handsome is unscientific!
In “Mixed Blood” there were different forms of the undead race: skeletal, spectral, and dead bodies. The members of the Department of Bones were skeletons. The Spectral Department was composed of bodiless phantoms. Lastly, the Department of Dead Bodies was made up of moving corpses. The most powerful of those was the Lich which was an animated body.
Although the Lich was similar to the human form, was it really supposed to be this good?! Even if it’s a freshly killed body, it can’t change the fact that it’s a corpse, okay?! The undead, they are inanimate inorganic things!
So an inorganic substance7 is better than this organic organism.8 The Lich looks alive, eye-catching, and unscientific!9
What about the sunken eye sockets of the Lich King? Although the lead character’s eyes were deep set, his Westerner’s eye shape10 was really good!
What about the pale skin of the Lich? Although the protagonist’s white skin was indeed a bit unhealthy-looking, it wasn’t bad at all and just added to the protagonist’s somber beauty!
What about the gloomy and unpleasant character of the Lich? Although the protagonist’s expression was indeed very gloomy, the protagonist made even that look like an elegant melancholy!
In that moment, Du Ze gained a new insight into the concept of the protagonist’s “golden finger” and was deeply envious.
Face to face with the protagonist, Du Ze wanted to overcome the social barrier.
A person who stayed at home wallowing in the male’s 2D paradise will have the following attribute: social activities are equal to less than 1. They can chat with others over the internet a lot, even to the extent of sexually harassing other people, but when faced with a sister in real life, they will blush and stutter. Du Ze was that type of mysterious living thing, and because of his ears11, his social barriers were higher than normal.
The concrete manifestation of this stay-at-home’s social barrier is this: a deadpan face, and “Mensao” – meaning an introverted person who is calm on the outside but the inside is full of passion. In other words, even when his heart wants to cry out 1,000 times or even 10,000 times, his face still showed no expression.
Right now he was suffering on the inside but on the outside his face was still impassive. Du Ze looked at the other person and his innermost feelings were already in disarray. What could he say? The weather today is very good? How has your day been? Hello, Hero, I am the reader?
Who can give him an opening line that can help him save the (to be destroyed by the blackened protagonist) world?
Du Ze’s mood is hard to describe as he must now flatter and offer his bento again to the vicious protagonist.1 It would be impossible to say that Du Ze doesn’t want to complain but … if he were to say “This little one saved you but you still return evil for good?” And then … no, he cannot afford to anger the other person. The main character is not someone he can provoke2 even though his blackening value has fallen.3 The earlier sacrifice has resulted in some mental trauma.4 Now he can only put on an unconcerned expression, OK!
Come, protagonist, after you mature let’s talk about life… for now I5 will have to be patient.
In addition, there is another reason why Du Ze is trying to foster a good relationship with the protagonist. The fool wants to plan for the future. He has crossed into this world and there doesn’t seem to be a way for him to return. Therefore, he will probably have to stay here for a long time.
This is the world of “Mixed Blood,” which means that the protagonist’s thighs are the thickest.6 According to Du Ze’s analysis, “Mixed Blood” is a dangerous fantasy world.If he wants to stay with the main character to fix the plot then he has to pay attention to the high mortality rate of this world.
In YY novels, the safest person is the main character. On the other hand, the enemy’s brothers have a high chance of becoming cannon fodder. However, even if those people die, it’s never really a significant event. Also, “the main character’s brother” has a high chance of needing to sacrifice himself for the protagonist, but the probability that the brother will be saved at the last minute is also high.7
Of course, there is also someone who can be safe around the protagonist of a YY novel, and that is the heroine of the novel or the female lead. Even if she has been hanged, the protagonist will try to resurrect her to ensure the diversity of the harem. This point was ignored by Du Ze.
In short, staying at the side of the protagonist will not only ensure the best future for him but it will also allow Du Ze to witness firsthand the 3D version of “Mixed Blood” reality show. He will be able to restore the original plot’s cute hero. Du Ze was again excited when he thought about his plan of “saving the hero” but his enthusiasm was quenched when he remembered that he had almost been killed by the protagonist.
A feeling of helplessness… a person was wronged but cannot complain…
The boy is hopeless.
Du Ze looked at Xiu, his eyes lingering on the bones of his right arm, and in his mind is a gentle voice saying: Those reasons are not important, what is most important is that this is his favorite story “Mixed Blood,” and in front of him, isn’t it the main character that he likes the most?
Here, in this world, he has something that no one else has. “Mixed Blood” is a novel for him but to the rest of the world it is a Book of Prophecies. It is especially useful for the protagonist since it contains all his feelings and experiences.
Right now the protagonist is like a hedgehog, indiscriminately piercing everyone with his spines, like casting an AOE attack (P.S. AoE hits everyone in a group, even if someone is friendly or neutral), completely unwilling to trust in others. Currently, the main character is unable to talk about feelings. Xiu can only talk about interests. Du Ze decided to learn from the story of the “Madman, Rooster, and the People”8 and think of the blackened protagonist as the crazy prince. If Du Ze tells this lunatic that he wants to destroy the world, Xiu will listen to his words.
He doesn’t know if there is a language barrier. He will have to try it out first. Du Ze put his hand on his headphones and spoke slowly and unemotionally, “I am here to fulfill your wish.”
That was his attempt to break his social barriers and squeeze out a sentence.
Du Ze’s voice had a strange tone, like a pure steel qin9 accompanied by the cello. Although it could not achieve the normal effect of a song, it was not violent. It was a pretty magical feeling. Du Ze knew he wasn’t speaking Chinese. It was a language he had never heard before, but he knows its meaning and can speak it. Sure enough, the people who cross over do not have to worry about the language, no matter if it’s ancients or aliens, they can communicate properly with them.
The blue flame deep in Xiu’s eyes flared and he stared at Du Ze silently.
Du Ze organized his thoughts once more, coldly and stiffly determined to demonstrate his value to Xiu.
“I know how to get out of the lost land.” I learned it from you.
“I know how to make you stronger.” I also learned that from you.
Du Ze felt like he was snatching away the role of the main character … it was very cool, like a play about going against heaven’s will. Xiu looked shaken but alert. Now that Du Ze has established his value, the next thing he needs to do is to expose his weakness so that the other person will be more at ease.
“I have no magic and no combat ability, my only power is to restore myself.” Nervous in the face of the cold and silent Lich, Du Ze thought that he had started to chatter too much. “You can easily kill me.”
Xiu is no longer just staring silently at the Du Ze. When he finally spoke, the sound was very peculiar and hoarse, not very human, but not unpleasant
“… Your purpose?”
[Witness how the young boy will awaken his lineage, experience happiness and hatred, and finally set foot on the road to becoming a god.]
The words from “Mixed Blood” floated into Du Ze’s mind. Never before had his heart pounded this way, even the blood in his veins seemed to boil with excitement.
“I want to see you become god.”
du ze following xiu
This is Du Ze’s plan.
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Faith in darkness, thirst for power, loyalty to evil.
Skeletons spread death, Ghosts reap souls, and Zombies death.
We are called the Forsaken, who are from the past, the Undead.
– “Mixed Blood” excerpt, the poems of the dead
The author has something to say:
Protagonist: (silently takes out a piece of paper) Sign this contract.
Reader: … Do you think I can’t see the words “Marriage Certificate” written there?
Author: I’m fine = =+
