It wasn’t quite what he’d imagined. What was that thing? Dan’s expression stiffened slightly. But he still reacted quickly, and even more out of expectations— This little creature was fast, not like those ordinary monsters. And its strength wasn’t small, either. Right as Chu Zao shifted back midair, spinning and kicking, he instantly conjured a… Continue reading Cub 135: A Fluffy Little Head Squeezed In
Cub 134: The Man with the Same Name as Zao Zao’s Great-Grandfather
The sky here was a hazy color. It seemed to be bright, yet there was hardly any light, and there didn't appear to be much change between day and night—basically, it always looked like this, similar to an overcast, rainy day. Around were small patches of shrubs with some withered leaves, as if water was… Continue reading Cub 134: The Man with the Same Name as Zao Zao’s Great-Grandfather
Cub 133: Poor Little Fluffy Ball Zao
Feeney loosed the bowstring in his hand. The arrow raced forth, psionic power exploding behind Feeney in a shockwave, giving the opponents no chance to react as it slammed directly into several of the Hymn Organization’s small starships. Instantly, a few lead ships were blown up. The squad, hesitating only a moment, scattered at once.… Continue reading Cub 133: Poor Little Fluffy Ball Zao
Cub 132: Feeney: Why Is It You Guys Again
The Holy Cas Empire’s starships hovered above their heads. There weren’t actually that many. But with precedent, a wave of tension swept through the conference hall. Emperor Yakai entered briskly from outside: “Attempt to contact the Holy Cas starship comms.” “Your Majesty.” Inside, the other national and regional leaders rose as Yakai entered, calming somewhat.… Continue reading Cub 132: Feeney: Why Is It You Guys Again
Cub 131: No Need for Such High Morals—Baby
Chao Huangmu looked up—and froze, finding Chu Zao’s face reflected in his clear black eyes. Though a young man now, perhaps due to his immortal blood and the fact that his nature had never really changed—not to mention his face—Chao Huangmu still radiated that handsome, sunny, eternally youthful charm. Chu Zao had just cupped his… Continue reading Cub 131: No Need for Such High Morals—Baby
Tricked 048: Admissions
After a five-and-a-half-hour high-speed train ride, the group finally arrived in M City. Baishan Town’s main attractions were its beautiful mountains and waters, which meant it was quite a distance from the city’s central train station. After a short rest, the group took a taxi for nearly another two hours, arriving in Baishan Town around… Continue reading Tricked 048: Admissions
Tricked 047: Fourth Round
The next morning dawned bright and clear. When Jiang Yan awoke, Mu Wang had already changed back into a little flower, lying stiff and straight on the coffee table. Jiang Yan didn't bother to lower her voice; she went about her morning routine as usual, then walked over to the coffee table and picked up… Continue reading Tricked 047: Fourth Round
Tricked 046: Daily Life
When Meng Henshui was discharged, Jiang Yan and the others had already returned to Jiangcheng. The subsequent matters were all handled by designated personnel at the Supernatural Administration Bureau. Three points are particularly worth mentioning. First, the weasel spirit took a shortcut on the path to becoming human and eventually immortal through the practice of… Continue reading Tricked 046: Daily Life
Tricked 045: “Lucid Dream” Ends
After Meng Chunhong finished telling everything, she tugged at the corners of her lips and smiled. “Didn’t expect to see you again, sister,” her eyes sparkled, “this is so cool!” But Meng Henshui didn’t respond to her. Time froze; even the air stopped moving. Meng Henshui’s surroundings went deathly silent, her eardrums buzzing, her eyes… Continue reading Tricked 045: “Lucid Dream” Ends
Cub 130: I Really Didn’t Care That Much About That Kiss, Really
The long blade fell. In the stillness of space, shards scattered in all directions. For the members of the Holy Sanctuary—it was yet another new understanding. Frey watched the fragments, quietly hovering in the small vortex formed from the piled debris he’d created. The floating detritus of this starfield was so thick that it easily… Continue reading Cub 130: I Really Didn’t Care That Much About That Kiss, Really