Chapter 808: Time Boils the Rain
Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations
“As horrifying as that!” In the new shop at the East Continent, a demon dragon put down the virtual reality headset and pointed at the screen in a daze. He shouted, “Ah…! A god-level master! He is… so horrifying!”
The whole shop was silent except for the wild roars of the demon dragon, who was shivering uncontrollably.
At this moment, Mr. Fang walked up. “I say, what’s wrong with you, Dragon?! Look at the people around you; they are all watching quietly, and only you are screaming in fear!”
“As a dragon, how come you’re so cowardly?!”
Gulth immediately shut up and looked around cautiously.
Sure enough, everyone was watching the TV Series earnestly and motionlessly.
None of them screamed in fear.
Gulth turned silent.
Then, he glanced at Swein and Hematon who were sitting across from him. They were also silent.
Is the great Gulth the most cowardly one?!
“I… I’m going to the bathroom!” Demon Dragon Gulth yelled.
Then, with a hand on the chair to support his weight, he slowly stood up.
At this moment, Swein and Hematon, who were sitting across from Gulth exchanged a look. “…”
Their feet under the desks were making thudding sounds.
They shivered uncontrollably.
“Mr. Swein, can you get up…?”
Swein’s expression didn’t change. “Not… now!”
“…”
…
Fang Qi had only three-day access to the system’s new cultivation room which had been reopened.
In the cultivation room, the figures that he knew as well as his own hands gradually became alive and then dimmed out one by one.
Saber, sword, and other kinds of weapons shone brightly with their unique lights.
Then, a dignified and noble figure dressed in a luxurious black robe gradually solidified before him and waved his hands. “God’s Hand!”
“God’s Vortex!”
“God’s Thunder!”
“…” With a dark expression, Mr. Fang fell instantly.
The cultivation ended.
[Synchronization Rate: 0%
Technique Synchronization Rate: 0%
Experience Points Obtain: 0]
“Hu…” Mr. Fang exhaled deeply.
Lately, Fang Qi livestreamed and cultivated in the morning and continued cultivation in the afternoon and during the night almost every day.
Unlike before, he no longer used his free time on entertainment or leisure outings.
A pale blue crescent decorated the pitch-black nightly sky. It was late in the night.
While wiping sweat off his forehead, he took out a bottle of Coke and gulped it down.
In this late hour, Fang Qi’s communication beeped unexpectedly.
The message came from the shop in Jiuhua City.
Upon walking into the Jiuhua City Shop, he saw some young people soundly asleep with their heads on the computer desks. The high-level cultivators such as An Huwei walked over immediately when they saw Fang Qi.
“Why are they sleeping here?” Mr. Fang asked.
They were mostly disciples of Lingyun Academy, including Song Qingfeng and Xi Qi.
Xu Zixin and other girls were also here.
“Come here and check this out.” Nalan Mingxue beckoned at him. “Tell me what you think of this promotional video.”
With that said, she opened a newly made video on her computer. Since they could buy related programs and software in Qzone, it wasn’t impossible for them to make videos.
However, it wasn’t easy for them who thought of nothing but combat techniques and cultivation strength…
In fact, Mr. Fang was surprised since he had expected that they would give up after a while.
The first thing that he saw in the video was a pale blue butterfly flying by. The snow-white scene had a cleanness unique to girls.
Then, there were more colors. With the background music named ‘Time Boils the Rain’, the images and clips from every game appeared on the screen in some clumsy and bland manner.
“The wind blows, and the rain becomes flowers.”
In a calm and bland tone, the video told a story about their first encounter with Resident Evil that year.
Also, they had created many heroic stories of their own in Diablo.
Excitement flashed in their eyes at the first sight of the sword control technique, but the sadness and melancholy replaced the excitement at the end of the game.
The scenes of guilds gathering and battling in the Royal City in the Legend of Mir 2 were still fresh in their minds.
They felt like it was only yesterday when a group of people wildly slammed the buttons and swung the joysticks while playing the King of Fighters in the arcane game room in Mr. Fang’s Qzone.
They experienced the thrill when Dungeon Fighter Online opened the first server and the shock in the first PvP battle in the dojo.
For the first time, the second time, the third time… they met players from all over the world and became friends.
Then, in the world that was even bigger named World of Warcraft, they met so many friends from the West Continent for the first time.
Like stories in a long scroll, they recorded their joys, touching moments, coming of new friends, and parting of old ones. The stories ended with group photos imprinted in their memories.
If they looked carefully, they might be able to find one or two familiar faces and the pure and sincere smiles.
“Heavy snow, I beg you, please don’t erase the traces of our past.”
“The heavy snow can’t erase the memory that we left for each other.”
Looking at these immature people sleeping carelessly on the computer desks in the internet café…
No… time flew, and they could no longer be called immature people even though they were still young.
The young people in the past had shed their youthful clumsiness, and in its place was a maturity belonging to adults.
Perhaps they were tired.
With a smile, Mr. Fang realized that he had known these people for years without noticing it.
“What’s the hurry? We can have events anytime you want.”
“We can have events anytime we want, but if we miss a certain day, we’ll have to wait for another year.”
Mr. Fang looked baffled, “What day?”
Nalan Mingxue looked at him curiously, “You don’t know?”
“No…” Mr. Fang glanced at the familiar faces. “It’s just one year; it’s not like you have to wait for hundreds of years.”
He yawned and was obviously fatigued. “Go get some rest; there’re many extra rooms in my shop.”
He pointed at the young people who were sleeping on the desks and said, “Don’t sleep here; you will all catch colds.”
“By the way, what activities have you planned?”
“You’ll know when it’s time.” Nalan Mingxue looked at the dark sky outside the shop, and her bright eyes seemed to merge into the depths of the starry night.
She looked back at the screen, and an indescribable melancholy rose in her heart.
For one moment, she wished that the stories they had compiled could be longer. These were their stories of youth even though the people in the stories mostly began at high points and gradually turned average, just like her.”
However, no one said that they couldn’t praise and appreciate average people.
…
At this moment, together with Yu Zhiwei, Xiao Yulv, and other staff, Mr. Fang and these people carried these men and women, sleeping like logs, to the rooms.
Suddenly, Song Qingfeng jumped up from his chair and shouted, “Wow… Penta Kill!”
“Penta Kill? Where’s the Penta Kill?”
“Where?!” With a shiver, they all woke up and looked over with keen interest.