Qi Yue rushed forward and grabbed Han Fei. Lin Yuze took the chance to kick Han Fei’s leg, sending Han Fei crashing to the ground. He scrambled back up, flung Qi Yue off him, and lunged again.
Seeing he couldn’t hold Han Fei back, Qi Yue instead turned and wrapped his arms around Lin Yuze. Han Fei charged in and punched Lin Yuze straight in the stomach. Lin Yuze staggered back two steps before he managed to steady himself.
The two men tangled together again, fists flying. In the chaos, Qi Yue took a kick to the thigh and even got elbowed in the face.
Both fighters were professionally trained and brawling like they had no regard for their own lives. They didn’t spare Qi Yue a single glance.
Poor Qi Yue stumbled out of the battlefield, baring his teeth in pain and limping heavily. He covered his nose, which hurt terribly, it was definitely swollen, and so was his leg. When he lifted his hand that had been covering his nose, it was full of blood.
Qi Yue tilted his head back, clutching his nose as tears streamed uncontrollably down his face from the pain. Did he break his nose?!
He fumbled a tissue from his pocket and stuffed it into his nostril to stop the bleeding.
His whole body ached; his heart was filled with regret. He sighed miserably to himself. Why did I even get involved? I was asking for it!!!
After a long while, the two exhausted fighters finally stopped, collapsing on the ground and panting heavily.
They were both covered in injuries of various sizes, and both had blood on them.
Han Fei was still furious, lying on the floor glaring at Qi Yue who was perched on a stool with eyes like burning coals. This heartless idiot! After everything I’ve done for him, he can’t even see it? And he dares to flirt and attract others???
Qi Yue was still leaning back with his head up, sneaking a glance at Han Fei. He didn’t dare move recklessly. He wanted to check on Lin Yuze, but Han Fei’s murderous gaze froze him in place.
He’s completely innocent! How could Han Fei be so possessive and hot-tempered? Lin Yuze had merely brushed against him, and his body’s reaction was just normal physiology! He and Lin Yuze were pure friends, not at all like whatever was going on with Han Fei.
It was just a touch! And Han Fei beat Lin Yuze half to death, completely unreasonable!!
Qi Yue secretly decided: he must help Lin Yuze escape this madman’s clutches.
His nose finally stopped bleeding, though it still burned terribly. His leg was surely swollen too. He didn’t dare provoke either of them while they were still fuming, so he just occasionally snuck glances at them.
Lin Yuze’s lip was split, and his face was bruised and bloody. Qi Yue felt a pang of sympathy, the good kid! He also felt lucky: thankfully Han Fei hadn’t taken his anger out on him. Qi Yue never learned martial arts. If Han Fei had beaten him instead, he would’ve been done for, half his life gone! He wondered if Han Fei’s space had medicinal wine; even eggs would do, he could roll them over bruises.
Oh—right! He was so stupid! Why hadn’t he thought of it earlier? Maybe that little porcelain bowl wasn’t for holding food but for making food, he could try steaming an egg custard!
The sky was getting dark. Maybe Han Fei wasn’t angry anymore? They were all men, and besides, he was the one who suffered earlier, and he didn’t mind anymore. Shouldn’t Han Fei calm down too?
Han Fei was seething, waiting for Qi Yue to explain himself. He wanted to hear exactly what reason there could be for those two to get all touchy so fast.
D*mn it, how could that place be touched casually?! Even he, Han Fei, hadn’t touched it yet!!
Qi Yue slowly walked over, opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and finally squeezed out one sentence: “The sky’s getting dark… You two must be tired after fighting… so could you bring out some eggs? Let’s have dinner.”
He had thought this over for a long time. He couldn’t just suddenly pull out eggs from his own space, Han Fei had a big temper. If he got mad and refused to give eggs, Qi Yue would suffer a major loss.
Han Fei nearly twisted his mouth from rage. Not only did Qi Yue give no explanation, he didn’t even show concern, he was thinking about dinner! And specifically demanding eggs!!!
How heartless can he be!!!
Han Fei jabbed a finger at Qi Yue, and seeing that innocent, timid expression, he clenched his fists, barely restraining himself from beating him up. He took out a whole box of eggs from his space and slammed it into Qi Yue’s hands before storming out.
This Qi Yue was definitely sent by heaven to test his patience!!!!
Qi Yue felt uneasy under Han Fei’s pointing finger, yet also felt justified. He was the one who got touched, why was Han Fei angry? Whatever existed between Han Fei and Lin Yuze had nothing to do with him.
Han Fei said nothing, just hauled out a box of eggs—
BANG!!!
The loud slam of the door made Qi Yue jump. The box fell to the ground. He squatted down heartbroken, several eggs had cracked.
Lin Yuze hissed as he rubbed his injuries. Han Fei had been ruthless, and his martial arts weren’t bad. It had been a long time since he’d fought someone this intensely. But… despite that large frame, Han Fei’s intelligence was shockingly low. He looked so sharp, yet was stupid as an ox.
Han Fei had barely walked two steps outside when he regretted it. Why did he leave?! That would only give that pretty-boy exactly what he wanted!!! He turned immediately back.
Inside, Qi Yue opened the box, several bottom eggs were smashed. He carried the box to a corner, grabbed a small stove and pot from the kitchen, then remembered he needed water. He headed toward the door—
And ran straight into Han Fei.
“I’m going to the car for water,” Qi Yue muttered softly.
Han Fei scanned him up and down but said nothing.
Qi Yue lowered his head and quietly slipped past him, grabbed a jug of water from the car, and carried it inside.
He filled the pot and sensibly boiled several eggs first.
Fishing them out, he separated them into two bowls. First he brought one to Lin Yuze at the window, gesturing for him to use it to roll over his bruises.
Han Fei squinted at Qi Yue.
Qi Yue timidly carried the other bowl to Han Fei. “Use this to roll your face.”
“You do it,” Han Fei ordered, giving Lin Yuze a provocative look.
Since the earlier mess had partly been his fault and since he’d need a few more ingredients to steam egg custard later, Qi Yue kept quiet, peeled an egg, and rolled it over Han Fei’s face.
Now that’s more like it. Qi Yue needed to be kept under his eye.
Seeing Han Fei seem calmer, Qi Yue whispered, “Oil. You need oil to steam egg custard.”
Seeing Han Fei’s gaze shift toward him, he shrank again, feeling aggrieved. “You didn’t give me oil. I can’t cook without oil.”
He was truly miserable. In all his years of life, even in death, he had never been so humble. All this for a few ingredients.
Han Fei’s anger surged again. He had thought Qi Yue finally realized he was wrong but no.
To hide any weakness from Lin Yuze, Han Fei forced down his temper and took oil from his space, handing it over with a stiff smile.
Qi Yue immediately took it, stuffed the egg he’d been peeling into Han Fei’s hand, and hurried back to the corner.
He poured the egg mixture, added oil and salt, placed it in the pot, and sat waiting.
Han Fei stared at him—That brat sure has guts. No one had ever dared treat him like this.
Yet Qi Yue didn’t even look up, eyes fixed on the boiling pot.
Lin Yuze leaned by the window, holding his egg, watching Qi Yue stare eagerly at the pot. Tsk tsk tsk… adorable.
The custard finished steaming. Qi Yue opened the lid, done! Too impatient to wait for it to cool, he scooped a spoonful into his mouth.
A soft flow of spiritual energy spread through his body, just as he thought. Food made with that porcelain bowl had special effects.
He slurped through the whole bowl, fanning his scalded lips.
Locking ability.
This bowl gave a lock ability, it could restrict and prevent others from using their powers.
If it worked like the little steamer, there must be a time limit. He didn’t know how long.
This kitchen-space power was truly bizarre.
Across countless cycles and rumors, the abilities people knew were common ones: strength, speed, wind, fire, lightning, earth, plant, air, the rare space-type or mental-type. And all of those had combat capability.
A kitchen space? Never heard of it. Restoring energy, and now locking abilities? Weird and inexplicable. Good effects, but none offensive.
He took out a small steamed bun. He hadn’t eaten it in two days and wondered what ability it would give now. Having lost faith in the steamer, which only produced non-offensive abilities, he just hoped for something like strength.
He popped the bun into his mouth.
Suddenly, green human-shaped silhouettes appeared everywhere, he could see through walls into the courtyard and see another team of people.
X-ray vision!
He turned his gaze in different directions and could see through walls into the abandoned fields.
He could see up to 500 meters away. Everything outdoors looked normal, no zombies in sight.
His gaze brushed past Han Fei’s sharp eyes, and he jolted. He acted casual and quickly looked elsewhere.
He steamed another custard with the porcelain bowl and tucked it into his space for later use.
Then he began preparing dinner, only eggs available. His kitchen space had plenty of food, but he didn’t want to waste it.
As usual, he looked at Han Fei. Han Fei was basically a walking warehouse. But when his eyes met Han Fei’s heavy stare, he shrank back again.
He comforted himself, he had plenty of food in his kitchen anyway, and they were things he didn’t like. Even friends took turns treating each other when eating out, so this meal could count as Han Fei treating him.
Han Fei watched Qi Yue’s cautious expression, torn between anger and laughter.
He sucked in a deep breath to keep himself from exploding.
He had fought for Qi Yue, and Qi Yue was acting like nothing happened: eating this, cooking that, completely unbothered, wearing that innocent face.
Seeing his swollen red nose, though, Han Fei felt maybe he shouldn’t be mad. Qi Yue didn’t even understand what he’d done wrong, Han Fei was only making a fool of himself.
Han Fei vowed silently: Once they reached the base, he would definitely teach Qi Yue a lesson.
He needed to make him remember. Make sure he’d never dare attract others again.
Author’s Note (Translation)
Alright, alright, I admit defeat. Forgive my limited vocabulary. Many readers asked questions, so I’ll address them here:
Qi Yue has been reborn (or returned to the past). There are not four gongs, and I don’t intend for them to regain their memories. The “current moment” refers to 20 years later.
In essence, the “Reversal Gate” is Qi Yue retrieving the life that originally belonged to him, changing the fate where he died.
As for Liu Yue… let’s just say she was someone who accompanied the crown prince in his studies.
And about those infamous thirty-eight deaths, it was meant to emphasize how many times Qi Yue died. He was originally an ordinary person. From my twisted perspective, an ordinary person with no martial arts skills wouldn’t become some superhuman outsider even after dying a hundred times.
