T/N : It’s a hella long chapter and so many difficult words…
E/N : It’s already edited. Plead enjoy~ 🙂
Huh? What is this? Because it was relatively dark in the evening and he’s going back to the village in a hurry, Black Mark accidentally kicked something on the way, with his high agility, he staggered and dogged aside to avoid falling with his four legs facing the sky*. It’s pretty dark all around and it’s hard to see what the situation is. Is it another hidden mission NPC? Black Mark poked with his tiptoe and the “object” on the ground squirmed, but there was no other movement. Driven by his curiosity, he took out the harp and lit a simple fireball on his hand. He wanted to see what was on the ground through the bright light of the flames.
(*Idiom : 四脚朝天, translated as four legs facing the sky (like an animal). Basically mean falling flat on one’s back.)
Ordinary round ears, wide shoulders, wheat-colored skin, it looks like the guy on the floor supposed to be an ordinary guy from the Human Race. Looking at the person status again, his blood bar has been reduced to the point of reaching the death’s door, and it’s still keep on declining. There’s not enough time to find out if the guy is a player or a NPC, so Black Mark quickly casted the healing spell. A faint yellowish lights flashed and the guy’s blood bar that’s close to the edge was finally restored.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?”
“Hungry…” The guy on the ground answered weakly.*
(*Idiom : 有气无力. Translated as breath is present but vigor is absent. Meaning weakly and without strength, also mean dispirited, feeble, be in a low spirit, faint and weak, lifeless.)
……The guy were feeling hungry to the point of dying, and he can’t help but curling up his lips. Black Mark took out the crispy spider’s legs he made today from the backpack and handed them over. There’s still a lot of this thing in the backpack anyway, he can eat all of it tomorrow, then made it again and he can increase his cooking skill points on the go without much effort.
“Oh~~~” For a moment, Black Mark seemed to see the green light in the guy’s eyes, and a whole spider’s leg were shoved to his mouth and got swallowed in two bites. You know, the spider is about the size of his own height ah.… Looking at the man horrible table manner, Black Mark couldn’t help but wonder if he is saving a person or a hungry wolf…
“Do you have more?” The guy who wiped out a whole dozen spider legs from his backpack is sitting cross-legged on the grass with a carefree manner at the moment. He rubbed his oily mouth, and stretched out his hand at Black Mark.
Rolling his eyes inwardly, Black Mark feels that since he entered this game, the most frequent expression he has made is to ask the heaven without words*. Reaching to his backpack, he took an apple and threw it. The guy caught the apple with his hand in a very fast speed and rubbing it on his lapel. “AAAM” he took a bite, “This thing is delicious, where did you buy it?”
(*E/N : lets let’s just call it facepalming. It’s pretty much him making a helpless face.)
Oh, it looks like this guy is not NPC, just a player who has no food and almost starved to death. Since he’s not an NPC, there’s no quest to do. There is no reward if there’s no quest. He quickly calculated in his heart, Black Mark utilitarian decision is to stop wasting his time on the guy that seemed only good at eating and doesn’t have a very good brain : “Now that you’re alright, I’m leaving.”
“Wait, where did you buy the food? Tell me.”
“I didn’t buy it.” He hate noisy guys, especially this type of clingy persons. In a somewhat bad mood, Black Mark shakes off the man hand that’s holding his sleeve and said it with a frown.
“So do you pick it up?* Could you pick up some more for me, please?” He didn’t know if this guy is a real idiot or just pretending to be an idiot.
(*E/N : if you still don’t know yet, he mean picking up the loot leaves behind by the mobs he killed.)
Whether he faked it or not, Black Mark think that his face is in need of a very good slapping now. “… Are you looking for a beating? I’m not a disaster victim volunteer…”
“Please don’t hit me in the face.” Unexpectedly, the guy actually wrapped up to him like an octopus. “Consider this as the compensation. After you beat me, please give me more food.”
“Get the fuck away from me!” With a roar, Black Mark who were at the last straw* swiftly kicked the sticky candy** that was sticking to his body with one foot, and before the guy manage to wrapped up to him again, Black Mark used his speed advantage to disappear at the end of the path.
(*Idiom : 忍无可忍. Meaning more than one can bear, at the end of one’s patience, and the like.
**牛皮糖 is a name of a snack that translated as cow skin candy or simply sticky candy because there’s no real cow skin used in its production. It is a metaphor for one who is hard to deal with or get rid of (because it is sticky).
In the evening, the Twilight Town looks very quiet. In the dark, only the lit magic lantern by the entrance of the hotel indicate that it was the area for adventurers where they can rest. The old wooden door opened with a “squeak”, and the innkeeper, who was lying in front of the counter were awoken. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, the boss looked at the man who had disturbed his dream.
“One clean room, please.” He pulled out a silver coin and watched the innkeeper put away all of his impatience. He quickly took out the key from under the counter that tied with the room number, and he diligently took the candlestick and personally sent the guests upstairs. Black Mark certainly knows that this is the blessing of the bright silver coin. Although with his current savings, it is a bit luxurious to spend a silver coin, but he is too tired today.
The expensive accommodation fee was indeed exchanged for a satisfactory bed, a soft mattress, a clean bedding. Compared to the twenty copper coins room with nothing but a hard wooden bed where the rats were running around the room, this is definitely better. Taking off the light armor quickly, Black Mark holding a soft pillow full of goose feather and happily entered the dreamland.
A day long of exhaustion and the comfortable bedding made him having his first ever good sleep. When the sun has reached three poles high,* he was awakened by the light of the sun that shining on his face through the crack from the window. He rub his eyes and stretched his body beautifully. Only when Black Mark felt a slight grumble in his stomach he finally climbed up from the bed and neatly put the light armor on his body. He reached out and grabbed the backpack in front of the bed and put his hand in.
(*E/N : Basically the sun is high on the sky or late in the morning.)
…Surprisingly, only three apples were left on the backpack. Black Mark feels dejected. He remember the the food in the backpack was eaten by that guy yesterday. That pig…
Sitting on the edge of the bed and taking a bite of the apples, Black Mark eats while thinking about what he wants to do today. Although the experience required for the double-professional players to upgrade is twice than the average players, but after understanding the elemental arrow, the efficiency of his fight is greatly increased, and the experience value has grown tremendously over the course of the day, and more importantly, after he learned the cooking skills, he can completely get rid of the junk food that were sold by the system store. But it’s too monotonous to eat the same food like the spider’s legs everyday. Today, he can take the feather arrow to go a little further and try to collect the ingredients from other monsters to see if he can make some new dishes.
The trotting horse lamp* in his brain keep turning to some plate of delicious food. Black Mark felt that his saliva were about to flow down. In contrast, half of the apples in is hands looks uninteresting. Let’s do it! Black Mark jumped from his seat and grabbed the backpack and rushed out from the room.
(*E/N : 走马灯 have several translation, like merry-go-round, lantern with carousel of paper horses that rotating under convection (used at Lantern Festival). The meaning of this proverb is ‘an incessant turnover of personnel’ and the functional translation of it is ‘revolving door’ and ‘musical chairs’. Google : ‘it is used to refer to a situation in which the same events or problems recur in a continuous cycle’ and ‘a place or organization that people tend to enter and leave very quickly’. You got the idea.)
Haven’t walked two steps yet, he felt his waist tightened. His waist, together with his arms attached to his sides, was also locked up by a big bear hug from behind. A familiar sound with a little rogue tone sounded.
“Yo~~~~ Food little brother*, finally found you~~~”
(*T/N: He called Black Mark ‘Food-little brother’ because he gave him a lot of food.)
“!” The good mood when he got up in the morning suddenly swept away after hearing this sentence, Black Mark pull a long face* and said: “Let go!”
(*E/N : Looks displeased or making a stern face.)
“Don’t wanna~~~~ If I let you go, Food little brother will run without a trace like yesterday~”
Don’t run, then should I wait for you to wrap around me? Black Mark felt that the veins on his forehead is bulging. He struggled to get rid of the rogue who shackling him from behind, but the doomed power disparity of his professions as Demon race Bard and Archer cannot compete with a Human Warrior : “You asshole, let me go!”
“Won’t let go~”
…If I had known that I was going to get into such a big trouble, I would have told him to starve to death on the side of the road last night. Those with good heart is struck by the thunder, and good people are bullied by the other…*
(*E/N : There’s actually two idiom here. 真是好心遭雷劈，人善被人欺.
真是好心遭雷劈 meaning is no good deeds go unpunished, and the complete form of 人善被人欺 is 人善被人欺, 马善被人骑. All lay load on the willing horse, a tamed horse is often ridden or if you make yourself an ass, don’t complain if people ride you. Basically the good guy were taken advantage of by the other, so it’s his own bad luck or something. Up here, the author only use the first part that translated like the sentence on the paragraph.)
“Let me go!”
“Don’t want to~” The hands which holding Black Mark’s waist and arms did not loosen, instead it’s getting tightened and he put his chin on Black Mark’s shoulder like a big dog and rubbed it like a pet. . . . .
“What on earth do you want!”
“I want to follow you~~~~”
Puke! When you are acting cute, please consider your appearance, Yack~~~~ How nauseating is a man who’s appearance like a big horse trying to act cute?
“You let me go!!” The struggling arm hit the door, and the exposed nails on the door hurt his arm. Although the pain was only 30% from the reality, Black Mark still frowned. The anger that he put so much effort to suppress finally burst out.
“Let me follow you and I will let you go.”
“Don’t even think about it!!!” At this moment Black Mark has completely kiss his marbles and reasoning goodbye. His arms were locked up and can’t take out the bow and arrow. He thought about it and took out the Bard’s harp and whisper: “Gather the flame!” A cluster of flames appeared at his fingertips, and at the same time, a drop of blood slipped from the wound of his arm and dripped to the white strings. The flame that was gathered on his fingertips suddenly bursting violently. The fireball that were originally in the size of a ping-pong ball was compressed to the size of a broad beans, and the color changed from a bright red to a strange dark purple.
“Ding” A prompt of the system sounded in the ear: “Congratulations to the player Black Mark for learning the new combat skills – Shadow Flame.”
New combat skills? ? He doesn’t understand why an ordinary small fireball suddenly becomes a Shadow Flame, but due to the eagerness to get rid of the trouble, Black Mark didn’t think much about it. He quickly smashed the purple fireball on his hand to the face of the person behind him.
Shocked to see the other’s blood bar is fiercely deducted by two-thirds, Black Mark were dumbfounded for a second. How does the small fireball that looks so inconspicuous have such frightening lethality? ? ?
Black Mark know his own attack power very well. At most, his little fireball could only burnt the other’s hair, but – looking at the Human Warrior whose upper body is blackened, Black Mark suddenly feels bad to just leave like that. He plucked the strings with his five fingers, and a warm ray of light blooming from the strings like a flower, quickly healed the injured part of the other person.
Seeing the injury of the person on the ground who was burned by the flames were almost better, Black Mark wiped the sweat on the tip of his nose and put away the harp, then he hurriedly sneaked out when the other party is not fully conscious yet.
The man stretching his hand and wiped the nose that was stained by the dust that were smeared on him when he falls by the door. He had just been attacked so he seemed a little embarrassed. He stood by the door and showed a fox-like smile.
“Is it okay? Did you bully him too much? Cold Wave.” A shadow suddenly appeared in the corner. A skinny elf played with a dagger in his hand and looked at the Human Warrior named Cold Wave.
“I don’t wanna talk about it ah buddy. Tong Tong~ I almost lose by his spell just now. Why didn’t you come out and fight for the injustice?” Still holding the ruffians like smile, Cold Wave were pleased to see An Tong making a vomiting action. He looked up and looked out of the window and loudly said: “Silence, have you seen such a spell?”
A slight, almost undiscerning sound came out of the window, and a figure, wrapped in a grey cloak, passing through from the window to the room. At the moment the man landed, a tuft of golden hair flutters out of the hood of the cloak.
“No.” It is obvious that the person who just comes in is a character that cherished words like gold.
“It’s a pity, it’s obviously a good look to become an Angel Race, but it’s also very annoying. Silence, do you know how many peoples were dying to have your good looks?” The thief named An Tong looked at Falling to the Silence’s feet, can’t wait to see him step on the ground, want to steal that blond hair,* half complaining and half joking.
Ignoring An Tong ridicule, Silence stretched his hand and pulled the cloak, wrapped himself more tightly, and stood silently against the window frame.
“That little guy’s spell is very interesting, isn’t it? I thought he just mastered a very good life skill. I didn’t expect to have any extra harvest today ah. Does the bard have such a terrible attack power?” Cold Wave looked at the traces of the clothes that have been burnt by the Shadow Flame, lifting his chin to Falling to the Silence: “What do you think, Silence?”
“It may be a handmade magic skill.” Falling to the Silence leaned over and studied the traces left by the spell, holding his chin and frowned.
“Self made skill? That’s even more interesting! Cold Wave, you have to fight him up and win him over ah~~” An Tong was obviously excited, the little dagger in his hand perfectly drawn a parabola in the air and the next second the figure flashed, and the little dagger, which had been thrown out, fell back into his hands.
“Your skill is still so good ah, Tong Tong~” Cold Wave praised and looked at the Thief Elf.
“Thank you for the compliment~” An Tong raised his eyebrow, his face flashed a touch of smiles with ridicule : “But Big Boss seems to be weakened oh, you unexpectedly almost falling and kissed* the Food Little Brother twice~”
(*E/N : kissing playfully, friendly kiss, not that real kiss.)
Cold Wave gave An Tong a forced smile and blinked: “I have not weakened, do you want to go to the fighting arena in a few days to experience it yourself?” Satisfied to see that the dagger that An Tong thrown into the air has slammed into the ground, he turned his head to Silence that were remained on the sidelines and said: “Let’s find that Fusu guy, and let him study what kind of spells our Food little brother just used. It would be best if he learned a similar skills.”
Falling to the Silence nodded, spread his wings which a little longer than his foot and flew out off the window.
“From now on, our team will have a temporary break, and of the players will be free to disband the activity,” looking at An Tong that shouted with cheers, Cold Wave paused and then said: “Until Food little brother joins our team.”
Black Mark doesn’t know that he has become the target of that group of people. At the moment, he’s carrying a bag full of feather arrows and coming out of the store. There is that nasty guy there, he doesn’t want to go back to the Twilight Town for the time being. It will not be a problem even if the big bag of arrows are used for ten days. Black Mark intends to leave the town first, find a clean place, and then change the arrows into the elemental arrows. Thinking of the purple fireball that was inexplicably powerful in the morning, Black Mark can’t solve it. Obviously, how can an ordinary fire element suddenly change and become a Shadow Flame?
Looking back at every detail at that time, Black Mark eyes suddenly squinted – is it because of his blood? As the Demon Race itself should be inclined with the dark attributes, if it is their own blood, then turning that ordinary fireball into Shadow Flames is not impossible…
As a person who were thought with his own conduct, it is only natural for Black Mark to try out his idea himself. He took out the knife that were given by the blacksmith in Xinshoucun, and carefully cut the tip of his finger. A few drops of blood come out, and Black Mark put his hand on the harp and began to gather the fire element. Sure enough, the pure fire element become violent when it comes in contact with the blood on his finger, the color also changed from red to dark purple. It seems that his deduction is correct. It is true that his own blood affects the properties of the fire element. Black Mark eagerly observed the small cluster of purple flames on his hand, and wanted to see if it changed further. Who knows that the flame did not condense into a small fireball like that in the morning, but its extinguished after pulsed for a few times.
Maybe the blood is not enough? He used the knife to draw a bigger wound on his arm. The blood flow down from the wrist, and taking advantage of this opportunity Black Mark once again condensed the fire element. The purple flame beats a few times without extinguishing, but began to burn more and more. The purple flame kept pumping blood from his wounds. Maybe attracted by the force, the blood on his arm actually violated the principle of gravity and flowed upwards and kept flowing into the flame of the fingertips. Black Mark immediately pulled a feather arrow from the quiver and attached the shadow flame on his hand to the feather arrow. The arrow created this time has an odd dark purple color, and there is a radiant light around the arrow.
Black Mark put the purple arrow on the short bow, and found a distant tree as the experimental target. He has learned the power of the Shadow Flame in the morning, but he doesn’t know what kind of lethality will be made after making it to become the Elemental Shadow Flame arrow. It’s better to shoot it a little farther away from himself, to avoid injuring himself if there was an accident.
Although his heart is well prepared, Black Mark still frightened by the power of the arrow. When the elemental shadow flame arrow penetrates into the tree, the whole tree is instantly surrounded by the purple flame, and then it quickly burned and withered and turn into a pile of ashes. . . . .
At this time, the system prompt sounds again in his ear: “Congratulations to the player Black Mark for inventing a new combination combat skills, please name this skill.”
What? You can name it on your own? It’s great! ! ! Black Mark pondered about it for a while and said: “Call it The Arrow of The Underworld* is good.”
(T/N : The actual word is 冥曜箭, there’s ‘Meditated Arrow’ or ‘Magnificient Dark Arrow’ but i used the other translation and it’s ‘The Arrow of The Underworld’ because it sounds so cool as he is a Demon Race :D)
“The naming of the new combination combat skill is by the player is successful”
Black Mark does not know that the “The Arrow of The Underworld” named by him at the moment is not only famous for being his signature skills in the future, but it is also one of the representative of legendary martial art skill on the entire continent.
T/N : Finally the main lead appeared…. Falling to the Silence is an Angel clan… how can an Angel and a Demon will fall in love??? And who is uke and who is seme here??
E/N : I’m sorry if the editing seems off there and there. I’m still sick when doing this, so please forgive the mistake.