The Emperor's Daily Nitpicking
5th month, 721 years of Beifeicu, inside the Andoha Jungle.
It was the last night of the spring season. The longest period of miasma mist engulfing the Eastern Mainland had just finished, and there were rarely any animals willing to come out from their nests.
Because the large environment was tranquil, a slightly faint noise of activity within the depth of the jungle seemed particularly loud.
A lion was in the middle of digging mud.
It appeared to be a little petite compared to ordinary lions, as if it hadn’t fully grown yet. Its shoulder was leaning over, and its buttocks were protruding out with scraped bruises all over its body. Some parts had already festered with rotting flesh mixing with pus and blood, emitting an indescribable smell.
However, it didn’t seem to care. It only used its tail, which had rolled all over the mud, to sweep away the mosquitoes and flies nearby its body. Its soft two front paws flipped up and down. It had quickly dug out a pretty big pit on the mud surface.
It let out a growling sound from the base of its throat. Its attitude towards the food underneath the mud seemed excited and full of expectation. After all, it had been hungry for too long already…
At that moment, even its excited tail couldn’t help rising towards the sky. Its front paws, which were used to dig into the wet mud, suddenly touched something.
Just by hearing the “ding” metal’s sound, its pointed paws shook and suddenly withdrew.
The lion, “…”
It was not the sound that could be made by meat!
The lion stared blankly at the mud pit. Its upward tail plopped down onto the ground.
It hesitated for almost half a day before finally surrendered to its hunger and mustered up the courage to continue digging.
Before long, the thing hidden inside the pit was ultimately revealed –
That was a monster in human form!
Saying it was a monster was because that one person had two heads. The front and back were joined together so that they couldn’t be differentiated. It was similar to the appearance of a round and hard melon. There weren’t any clear spots that could be found all over his body. Everywhere was wrapped inside and outside by three layers of old mud, except for the hands folded on the chest.
There was a metal hand armor covering half of his hand – from the wrist until the base of the fingers. The rust trace was mottled, covered in moist mud, and blackened until the original color couldn’t be seen anymore. The only revealed first half finger was neither affected by filth nor any trace of blood. It was pale and clean to the point that it was simply abnormal.
Even if this person was genuinely ill or not, fresh or not, the lion didn’t care as long as it was edible!
It hopped to the monster’s chest, bowed its head, and then prepared to take a bite!
A soft sound of metal friction was abruptly heard. That pair of hands that seemed thin and weak suddenly jerked. One hand was against its sharp teeth, while the other rapidly found its back. Without another word, it was given a precise slap on its buttock.
The lion let out a wailing sound. Suffering from such humiliation had rendered it to be stupid, “….”
Not having any time to fight back, its tail was seized by that monster and violently thrown to the side.
It stretched its sharp claw and crawled up in one movement. It attempted to bend its body to pounce again. But it was clamped in the throat by that monster and pinned firmly on the ground.
The monster panted heavily, letting out breaths from both mouths. He lifted one unoccupied hand and strangled his own neck. After a burst of metal friction sound, the tottering ‘head’ was rudely lifted and casually thrown to the ground. It was an old-fashioned head armor covered in mud.
At the same time that he took off the head armor, the rough edges hooked out a thin string tucked under the collar of the strange man. A muddled silver metal plate fell out, which for a moment revealed the strange man’s full name – Kevin Fassbinder.
The lock along the heavy armor piece had been broken for a long time. Kevin didn’t need to spend any strength to neatly get rid of the burden. He only kept a set of inner clothes, which original appearance couldn’t be recognized long ago anymore, a short knife buckled around his waist, and a leather bag that had fallen to the ground.
The lion he pinned under his left hand desperately turned around its body at this moment. Although it hadn’t fully grown yet, its strength couldn’t be underestimated. The steel blade-like claws clawed out numerous deep gashes on Kevin’s arm, making it dripped with blood.
Kevin gasped in pain and frowned. He clicked his tongue, quickly unbuckled the short knife, and raised his hand to draw it against its neck.
The lion became anxious and unexpectedly burst out with an astonishingly large strength. It caused Kevin’s hand to be numb, allowing it to turn over and slip out.
The lion didn’t intend to continue fighting, probably realizing that this man in front of it was a savage one. It nimbly bore a hole, spread its legs, and ran away. If this hasn’t fully grown lion wanted to escape, so be it. But without thinking, it also took away the leather bag Kevin had dropped.
Kevin, “…”
He had just crawled out from the mud, then displayed a series of fighting as a survival instinct. Although his body could keep up with it, his brain still lagged slightly. He was stunned for two seconds before remembering what was stored in the leather bag. Immediately, he rolled his eyes, his thumb stroked the back of the knife briefly, raised his feet, and chased after it.
The lion let out a wailing sound and ran in front with all four paws, wishing it could directly fly to the sky.
However, it was useless…after all, it had already been hungry for too long, and there were numerous poisonous wounds on its body.
“Still going to run? Hm?” Kevin asked, patting the lion’s head.
He probably hadn’t spoken in a long time; his voice was low and hoarse. Not wanting to expend too much effort, it was so faint that it was almost inaudible. Unexpectedly it gave off a more frightening sense of threat.
The lion, “…”
There were two kinds of beasts in the Mainland. One kind was the un-special non-marked type; the decent edible animals – you were their prey. Of course, if you were strong enough, they could also become your prey.
Yet, the other kind, which carried a clan’s mark, wasn’t an ordinary beast. They were Giant Beastmans, which may share the same ancestors as Kevin ten million years ago if looked up. They belonged to the lesser portion of the Mainland’s inhabitants. They were the strongest clan on the entire Mainland and weren’t very convenient to be eaten.
“Didn’t have any mark? Then you could only take it as being unlucky.” Kevin spoke with a husky voice and savagely appeased it.
The lion’s face looked terrified, “!!!”
Kevin piled up a bunch of branches and dead leaves. He groped out a flintstone from the taken-back leather bag. With an uneasy look, he checked the inside of the bag and could finally let out a sigh of relief after confirming that the things inside were still intact.
“Fortunately, it wasn’t broken.….” He muttered, placing the leather bag on the side as if afraid he would accidentally press on it. He then looked down and wiped the flintstone, intending to light a fire on the pile of branches.
The lion had initially resigned and pretended to be dead. Unknowingly, it became lively again. It struggled to move for a while and made a scene of rolling around as if it wanted to cut off the vine and escape.
As if it could escape…
Kevin was afraid it would press on the leather bag while rolling around. He couldn’t bear it anymore and lifted his head to scare it. But he was stunned by the scene in front of him.
In the blink of an eye, the trace of the lion tied up by vines was gone. It was replaced by a seven or eight years old brown-haired boy. He was about to break free from the loose vines. With a fierce expression, he glared full of hostility at Kevin.
Kevin, “…” Where was the said ordinary beast? Why did it wordlessly become a human?
He felt a faint stomachache.
Before recovering from both the shock and stomachache, the boy had first caught on his weak spot. He suddenly pounced on the ground and grabbed that leather bag in one move!
“Don’t touch it!” Kevin shouted.
Unfortunately, it was already too late…
The boy’s fierce momentum was strong, and his desire to find something as a threat was also good. It was just that his hands were a little short.
He was unable to grab onto it entirely. As a result, his palm slapped on it, producing a clear and loud bang sound.
Kevin, “…”
As soon as he lifted the boy’s paws, his left hand ruthlessly pulled out vine stalks to tie up the bastard into a bundle. His right hand grabbed the leather bag at the same time. He worriedly opened the bag and rummaged through the inside. He then pinched out a black circular granule.
That thing’s size was about the same as a pea. At first glance, it looked like a beetle that was accidentally pressed down. There was a tiny smoky-golden mark on its side. It looked as if it had been killed wrongly.
“…” Kevin’s face was expressionless. The blue veins on his forehead looked as if they would explode.
This unremarkable ‘beetle’ was known as a sand messenger. It was commonly used in wartime. Everyone in the army had one. When making sneak attacks, they relied on this to relay direction information. In necessary circumstances, it could also be used to seek help.
To differentiate them, different troops used different colors of the sand messenger. Ordinary soldiers and military officials also had a different one. For someone like commanders, one type of color represented only one specific individual.
This thing’s effect would immediately take off by pinching it. It was extremely sensitive to touch and was utterly stupid.
Under normal circumstances, soldiers would be thrilled as if seeing their mother when they saw a sand messenger …Except for the current Kevin.
He pinched this wrongly dead sand messenger. He only thought of hanging the little bastard to beat him up, not even feeling a little bit happy. He also guessed that the person receiving the sand messenger wouldn’t feel happy either. Maybe they were already frightened to death…
His guess was pretty accurate to some extent –
In the Wujinxuan Palace, located in the depths of the Great Rift Valley, at the Northern border, there was a crash sound heard from the observation platform. The old priest let go of his hand, touched the observation pond, and passed directly through it.
The remaining two young priests didn’t react quickly. They were still staring dumbfoundedly at the cluster of bright light that bloomed at the center of the pond water.
“I’m not dreaming, right? Sand messenger? Smoky-golden color?” One of the priests cried out. His expression was as if he had seen a ghost. “No, no, no, I must have misremembered; the smoky golden color didn’t only represent one person, right?”
The other looked as if he had really met a ghost and dazedly answered, “You didn’t misremember. The smoky golden color only represented one person. It was exactly that Bronze Commander, Kevin Fassbinder….”
“But…But he had died many years ago!”
Half an hour later, inside Wujinxuan Palace, the newly succeeded emperor had just rolled out from bed and sat up. Upon hearing the inner attendant’s calls, his eyelids twitched, “Your Majesty! The Priest Monastery just reported a corpse movement from Commander Fassbinder in the Andoha’s jungle region!”
The new emperor, “…….”
Hello, immortal9 is here. This is my first time translating a novel and this is one of the early works of Musuli. She’s one of my favorite author and an amazing writer too. I hope you guys can enjoy reading her works as much as I do and do give a try for her other works if you haven’t read them yet.
Chapter 1: CH 1
It was the last night of the spring season. The longest period of miasma mist engulfing the Eastern Mainland had just finished, and there were rarely any animals willing to come out from their nests.
Because the large environment was tranquil, a slightly faint noise of activity within the depth of the jungle seemed particularly loud.
A lion was in the middle of digging mud.
It appeared to be a little petite compared to ordinary lions, as if it hadn’t fully grown yet. Its shoulder was leaning over, and its buttocks were protruding out with scraped bruises all over its body. Some parts had already festered with rotting flesh mixing with pus and blood, emitting an indescribable smell.
However, it didn’t seem to care. It only used its tail, which had rolled all over the mud, to sweep away the mosquitoes and flies nearby its body. Its soft two front paws flipped up and down. It had quickly dug out a pretty big pit on the mud surface.
It let out a growling sound from the base of its throat. Its attitude towards the food underneath the mud seemed excited and full of expectation. After all, it had been hungry for too long already…
At that moment, even its excited tail couldn’t help rising towards the sky. Its front paws, which were used to dig into the wet mud, suddenly touched something.
Just by hearing the “ding” metal’s sound, its pointed paws shook and suddenly withdrew.
The lion, “…”
It was not the sound that could be made by meat!
The lion stared blankly at the mud pit. Its upward tail plopped down onto the ground.
It hesitated for almost half a day before finally surrendered to its hunger and mustered up the courage to continue digging.
Before long, the thing hidden inside the pit was ultimately revealed –
That was a monster in human form!
Saying it was a monster was because that one person had two heads. The front and back were joined together so that they couldn’t be differentiated. It was similar to the appearance of a round and hard melon. There weren’t any clear spots that could be found all over his body. Everywhere was wrapped inside and outside by three layers of old mud, except for the hands folded on the chest.
There was a metal hand armor covering half of his hand – from the wrist until the base of the fingers. The rust trace was mottled, covered in moist mud, and blackened until the original color couldn’t be seen anymore. The only revealed first half finger was neither affected by filth nor any trace of blood. It was pale and clean to the point that it was simply abnormal.
Even if this person was genuinely ill or not, fresh or not, the lion didn’t care as long as it was edible!
It hopped to the monster’s chest, bowed its head, and then prepared to take a bite!
A soft sound of metal friction was abruptly heard. That pair of hands that seemed thin and weak suddenly jerked. One hand was against its sharp teeth, while the other rapidly found its back. Without another word, it was given a precise slap on its buttock.
Not having any time to fight back, its tail was seized by that monster and violently thrown to the side.
It stretched its sharp claw and crawled up in one movement. It attempted to bend its body to pounce again. But it was clamped in the throat by that monster and pinned firmly on the ground.
The monster panted heavily, letting out breaths from both mouths. He lifted one unoccupied hand and strangled his own neck. After a burst of metal friction sound, the tottering ‘head’ was rudely lifted and casually thrown to the ground. It was an old-fashioned head armor covered in mud.
At the same time that he took off the head armor, the rough edges hooked out a thin string tucked under the collar of the strange man. A muddled silver metal plate fell out, which for a moment revealed the strange man’s full name – Kevin Fassbinder.
The lock along the heavy armor piece had been broken for a long time. Kevin didn’t need to spend any strength to neatly get rid of the burden. He only kept a set of inner clothes, which original appearance couldn’t be recognized long ago anymore, a short knife buckled around his waist, and a leather bag that had fallen to the ground.
The lion he pinned under his left hand desperately turned around its body at this moment. Although it hadn’t fully grown yet, its strength couldn’t be underestimated. The steel blade-like claws clawed out numerous deep gashes on Kevin’s arm, making it dripped with blood.
Kevin gasped in pain and frowned. He clicked his tongue, quickly unbuckled the short knife, and raised his hand to draw it against its neck.
The lion became anxious and unexpectedly burst out with an astonishingly large strength. It caused Kevin’s hand to be numb, allowing it to turn over and slip out.
The lion didn’t intend to continue fighting, probably realizing that this man in front of it was a savage one. It nimbly bore a hole, spread its legs, and ran away. If this hasn’t fully grown lion wanted to escape, so be it. But without thinking, it also took away the leather bag Kevin had dropped.
Kevin, “…”
He had just crawled out from the mud, then displayed a series of fighting as a survival instinct. Although his body could keep up with it, his brain still lagged slightly. He was stunned for two seconds before remembering what was stored in the leather bag. Immediately, he rolled his eyes, his thumb stroked the back of the knife briefly, raised his feet, and chased after it.
The lion let out a wailing sound and ran in front with all four paws, wishing it could directly fly to the sky.
However, it was useless…after all, it had already been hungry for too long, and there were numerous poisonous wounds on its body.
“Still going to run? Hm?” Kevin asked, patting the lion’s head.
He probably hadn’t spoken in a long time; his voice was low and hoarse. Not wanting to expend too much effort, it was so faint that it was almost inaudible. Unexpectedly it gave off a more frightening sense of threat.
The lion, “…”
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Kevin rummaged through its fur while inspecting and said, “You don’t have any mark on your body, right? If not, then I will be impolite…after all, I also hadn’t eaten for so long.”There were two kinds of beasts in the Mainland. One kind was the un-special non-marked type; the decent edible animals – you were their prey. Of course, if you were strong enough, they could also become your prey.
Yet, the other kind, which carried a clan’s mark, wasn’t an ordinary beast. They were Giant Beastmans, which may share the same ancestors as Kevin ten million years ago if looked up. They belonged to the lesser portion of the Mainland’s inhabitants. They were the strongest clan on the entire Mainland and weren’t very convenient to be eaten.
The lion’s face looked terrified, “!!!”
Kevin piled up a bunch of branches and dead leaves. He groped out a flintstone from the taken-back leather bag. With an uneasy look, he checked the inside of the bag and could finally let out a sigh of relief after confirming that the things inside were still intact.
“Fortunately, it wasn’t broken.….” He muttered, placing the leather bag on the side as if afraid he would accidentally press on it. He then looked down and wiped the flintstone, intending to light a fire on the pile of branches.
The lion had initially resigned and pretended to be dead. Unknowingly, it became lively again. It struggled to move for a while and made a scene of rolling around as if it wanted to cut off the vine and escape.
As if it could escape…
Kevin was afraid it would press on the leather bag while rolling around. He couldn’t bear it anymore and lifted his head to scare it. But he was stunned by the scene in front of him.
In the blink of an eye, the trace of the lion tied up by vines was gone. It was replaced by a seven or eight years old brown-haired boy. He was about to break free from the loose vines. With a fierce expression, he glared full of hostility at Kevin.
Kevin, “…” Where was the said ordinary beast? Why did it wordlessly become a human?
He felt a faint stomachache.
Before recovering from both the shock and stomachache, the boy had first caught on his weak spot. He suddenly pounced on the ground and grabbed that leather bag in one move!
“Don’t touch it!” Kevin shouted.
Unfortunately, it was already too late…
The boy’s fierce momentum was strong, and his desire to find something as a threat was also good. It was just that his hands were a little short.
He was unable to grab onto it entirely. As a result, his palm slapped on it, producing a clear and loud bang sound.
Kevin, “…”
As soon as he lifted the boy’s paws, his left hand ruthlessly pulled out vine stalks to tie up the bastard into a bundle. His right hand grabbed the leather bag at the same time. He worriedly opened the bag and rummaged through the inside. He then pinched out a black circular granule.
That thing’s size was about the same as a pea. At first glance, it looked like a beetle that was accidentally pressed down. There was a tiny smoky-golden mark on its side. It looked as if it had been killed wrongly.
“…” Kevin’s face was expressionless. The blue veins on his forehead looked as if they would explode.
This unremarkable ‘beetle’ was known as a sand messenger. It was commonly used in wartime. Everyone in the army had one. When making sneak attacks, they relied on this to relay direction information. In necessary circumstances, it could also be used to seek help.
This thing’s effect would immediately take off by pinching it. It was extremely sensitive to touch and was utterly stupid.
Under normal circumstances, soldiers would be thrilled as if seeing their mother when they saw a sand messenger …Except for the current Kevin.
He pinched this wrongly dead sand messenger. He only thought of hanging the little bastard to beat him up, not even feeling a little bit happy. He also guessed that the person receiving the sand messenger wouldn’t feel happy either. Maybe they were already frightened to death…
His guess was pretty accurate to some extent –
In the Wujinxuan Palace, located in the depths of the Great Rift Valley, at the Northern border, there was a crash sound heard from the observation platform. The old priest let go of his hand, touched the observation pond, and passed directly through it.
The remaining two young priests didn’t react quickly. They were still staring dumbfoundedly at the cluster of bright light that bloomed at the center of the pond water.
“I’m not dreaming, right? Sand messenger? Smoky-golden color?” One of the priests cried out. His expression was as if he had seen a ghost. “No, no, no, I must have misremembered; the smoky golden color didn’t only represent one person, right?”
The other looked as if he had really met a ghost and dazedly answered, “You didn’t misremember. The smoky golden color only represented one person. It was exactly that Bronze Commander, Kevin Fassbinder….”
“But…But he had died many years ago!”
Half an hour later, inside Wujinxuan Palace, the newly succeeded emperor had just rolled out from bed and sat up. Upon hearing the inner attendant’s calls, his eyelids twitched, “Your Majesty! The Priest Monastery just reported a corpse movement from Commander Fassbinder in the Andoha’s jungle region!”
The new emperor, “…….”
Hello, immortal9 is here. This is my first time translating a novel and this is one of the early works of Musuli. She’s one of my favorite author and an amazing writer too. I hope you guys can enjoy reading her works as much as I do and do give a try for her other works if you haven’t read them yet.
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