Volume 6 Chapter 34: Celestial - Desolate war (2)
As time went by, three years passed, and the myth of a horrifying mummy began to spread throughout the Desolatesâ territory.
The mummy in the myth was an entity whose entire body was wrapped in bandages who could appear anywhere at any time, carrying with him a lamp that granted three wishes.
Anyone that got pursued by him would be forced to grant three of his wishes, otherwise, he would cut off your little boy to extend his own.
If not, how could that thing of his be so long?
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âThis is slander! Utter and complete slander, this body was born like this!â Killer J loudly retorted.
Several Desolates wearing masks were sitting next to Killer J with their heads lowered while keeping silent, one of them had even begun to doubt whether or not they had made the right choice when they betrayed the Desolates. After all, regardless of how they looked at it, following a boss like this was basically hopeless.
âWhat are you all looking down for? Staring at your little boys? Those things are useless to a Desolate anywaysâ Killer J casually dissed them, then continued: âSo, howâs the information you gathered recently?â
These were all Desolates who felt that they had no future within the Desolate Republic after obtaining a Celestialâs âtreasureâ, who then chose to join the Celestials. Of course, without walking the path of eternal peace, it was impossible for them to become a true Celestial.
âVery recently, the Republic had directed a lot of resources towards the Eastern River as well as recruiting experienced boatmen, I suspect that they want to mobilize their troops from thereâ a young man wearing a demon mask calmly reported, then followed up with a lot of corresponding intel.
âI observed a lot of troop movement. There were many unfamiliar faces in the Eastern Sea Town who then disappeared again after a short whileâ another Desolate wearing an oni mask also reported a lot of detailed information with an earnest voice.
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âIâm sorry, Iâve been very busy with training recently, so Iâm not too clear about any of thisâ the last one to report was an awkward Desolate young man, the mask he was wearing depicted a heavenly being with cloud patterns.
âAlright, everyone back to their places and their mothers, Iâll contact you all again very soonâ after listening to all their reports, Killer J dismissed all of these Desolates, only telling the awkward young man to remain.
The other Desolate exchanged glances and left one by one.
âIâm really sorry boss, taking so many resources, but I couldnât find any informationâ the embarrassed young man seemed to want to explain himself, but Killer J simply put his hand over his shoulder.
âCollect your things, weâre going to retreat!â Killer Jâs voice under the bandage became unusually serious.
âHuh? Arenât we going to take them?â the Desolate young man was a bit surprised.
After all, he couldnât get any information at all, while the others all collected plenty of everything, but the one who would be brought back was him.
âSuch stylish people like me, Killer J, would be very noticeable even in the middle of the night. Do you really think that following someone like me would give them the chance to obtain so much information?â Killer J flipped his hair that was now made of bandages and took a smoke from his cigarette, then asked with a tone of vicissitudes.
âYou mean, they made their intel up?â the awkward young man exclaimed in shock.
âIt would be great if it was made up, the issue is that according to what I can see, they were most likely under orders from the Desolates to purposely give fake informationâ Killer J patted the awkward young manâs head and spoke in a different tone from before:
âI had thought all of you would be pawns, but very unexpectedly, I got you as harvestâ
âFor someone who appears so awkward, your internal mind is very differentâ
As Killer J said this, the awkward young manâs expression changed a bit as a red light flickered in his jet black iris, then he suddenly noticed a bunch of bandages being shoved into his hand.
âSince youâre asking me so sincerely, I have no choice but to take you in as my disciple. This is our uniform, so change into it while you collect your things, I know youâve been feeling envious for a very long timeâ
Killer J gave a thumbs up to the awkward young man and grinned to expose his pearly white teeth, which somehow gave off a glint as well.
âI canât help but feel like youâre imitating some sort of terrible characterâ the awkward young man suddenly felt full of regret as he held the bandages in his hands.
âYup, your ability to retort is exactly what I wanted. If one day, I give you an âidiot hairâ, then you will have graduatedâ
Killer J said with a solemn tone while patting the young manâs shoulder: âYour masterâs ability is to take advantage of emotions, and since you have a hobby of retorting other people, Iâll train you so that you can make it shine!â
âNo I donât, definitely not, donât talk nonsense, are you seriously listening to me at all?â the awkward young man was being roped around to the point that he was almost unable to maintain his unique ability [Cloud Appearance].
He was suddenly made to be Killer Jâs disciple without knowing why, forced to wear these bandages without knowing why, and was branded as a retort expert without knowing why.
âWell done, Iâll give you 42 points for that triple retort. Keep it up and it wonât be long until you reach 1% of your masterâs abilities!â
Killer J loudly praised him, then began to physically lead the young man back to the Celestialsâ territory: âSpeaking of which, whatâs your name, disciple? Your master has a condition where he occasionally loses some very specific memory, so can you tell me again?â
âYou obviously donât know my name, you definitely made that disease up just now!â
âHow would I make something like that up just now? I clearly made it up the last time I forgot the Bossâ assigned missionâ Killer Jâs answer that wasnât a single bit embarrassed and was instead highly proud made the young man lose all motivation to struggle.
The mask on his face suddenly cracked and disappeared with a bit of smoke to reveal his real face.
âJust call me Yun Rong[1]â the young manâs awkwardness from earlier had completely disappeared.
He was a young man who seemed to be around 12 or 13, he had a pair of heterochromia eyes - red left, blue right - and some unique patterns on his face.
These patterns were a result of the unique ability that his Totem granted him, [Cloud Appearance]. Yun Rongâs Totem was a cloud that his true self had been constantly hiding in after obtaining it. Including his name, appearance, and even personality, everything that he had ever shown was a mere imitation of his cloud.
During this process, his Totem could even imitate other Totems. While they would be half as strong as the original, it also made him ever-changing. Without a doubt, he was a natural-born spy.
The reason why Yun Rong had betrayed the Desolates to become one of Killer Jâs spies was because he didnât feel hopeful about the Desolatesâ chances of victory.
Using his unique ability, he had been to and observed many of the Desolatesâ crucial locations, as well as infiltrating the Celestialsâ territory, after which he resolved himself to join the Celestials.
After that, Yun Rong snuck into some of the Desolatesâ secret bases to steal documents and handed them over to another spy as a contribution, hoping to receive better treatment, but he ended up falling into the pit that is Killer J.
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Clearly, Iâve managed to join the grand family that are the Celestials.
Clearly, the documents I handed over before gave me a very high position like I wanted.
These are both things to be happy about, so I should be twice as happy.
Then why are things like this?
Wearing the bandages as his clothes, Yun Rong was feeling like collapsing on the spot. After knowing that he was Killer Jâs disciple, he could sense strange gazes from many people, as if they were all saying: He could have been such a good boy, why did he become retarded so early in life?
[1] This is the name of his ability, but not translated to differentiate between his name and his ability
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