Chapter Volume 3, Human, Non-Human Killer 8: The Goal of Non-Humans and the Hope of Humans (1/2)

Volume 3, Human, Non-Human Killer Chapter 8: The Goal of Non-Humans and the Hope of Humans

Translator: ErodingPersona

May 6, 2110, Sunny

The little young master passed the university’s entrance exams and voiced his intention to move to a place close by his university.

Of course, he intended to live alone.

This time, it was the Sun Emperor who was having a cold war with the little young master. He refused to talk to the little young master, and naturally refused to accept the request.

The little young master kept on trying to explain to the Sun Emperor. He looked very upset and very exhausted.

Poor child…

The young master returned to where Ji Luo Chu was. Based on the scenes from the surveillance equipment, the young master seemed to be crying. However, they were not entirely sure either. In the end, the young master returned to the rooftop of the studio. Since the surveillance cameras there had long since been shut down, not even Mr. Bramble and the others could monitor the young master’s condition.

“Please inform Melody.”

After telling them this, I could only speed up to hurry and take a look at the situation. In a short while, I closed in on the studio, and from afar could see the people on top of the roof. They looked like they were still filming. This relieved me; all was well as long as the young master was not hiding somewhere, crying alone.

I leaped to the roof of the studio, not making any effort to avoid any surveillance cameras. No trace of me would remain on camera. There was no need to avoid them unnecessarily.

They really were filming. Ji Luo Chu and Ah Da were standing behind the cameras, staring at me wordlessly. The young master’s back was to me, and he was kneeling on the floor.

“Please disregard my presence and continue filming.” I smiled and said, “I assure you that your videos will not have me in them.”

Ji Luo Chu and Ah Da were still dumbfounded… Maybe the young master has performed so admirably, to the point that they can only stare in wonder again?

I took a few steps, going past the young master, and then turned to look at him, wanting to see his performance that had left the pair dumbfounded again… He’s crying!

The young master raised his head and looked at me. He opened his mouth but said nothing. Tears kept on falling. Finally, he turned to look at the camera, both hands posed in a way that it looked like he was holding something. He looked down at his palms, but aside from his dripping tears, there was nothing there. It must be a pose necessitated by the advertisement.

“Why are you still filming?”

Seeing this, I felt a wave of fury and immediately slid to the front of the camera and blocked the lens. I yelled at the pair, “Can neither of you see that there is something wrong with the young master? Or are you doing this on purpose? Is filming so important?”

Ji Luo Chu looked at me and replied, flustered, “Ah Ye, he, he… I don’t know, he just came up to me, grabbed me, and said that he wanted to film ‘Teardrops.’ I couldn’t refuse him… He was crying as he said that! How was I supposed to turn him down?“

Hearing this, I immediately realized that I had wrongfully blamed him.

I nodded to indicate my understanding and requested, “Please, stop the filming now!”

Ji Luo Chu heaved a sigh of relief. “Alright.”

“No!” The young master suddenly yelled, “I want to continue! You’re not allowed to stop. I want to do ‘Teardrops’…”

I flinched and swiveled my head to look at the young master. This allowed me to understand Ji Luo Chu’s dilemma… The young master stared at me with tears streaming down his face, determinedly shouting, “I’m doing this advertisement!”

You even need a reason… to cry?

”As you wish.” I gently requested, “But please allow me to remain by your side? The camera will not capture my likeness.”

The young master nodded. I walked to his left side and stood behind him; however, there was nothing more I could do.

The following session was perhaps the hardest one to experience in the whole world. The young master made no sound as he cried, as we were filming and not doing a photo shoot. There was not even the sound of a shutter. Thus, the site descended into rigid silence. Ji Luo Chu was completely at a loss. He could only bury his head behind the camera and film without stopping.

He fared better than Ah Da, who stood stock-still by his side, as if afraid to even blink.

The maddeningly silent filming kept on going, until the clear ”click” of a pair of high heels shattered the unbearable quiet.

I looked toward the origin of the sound, nearly feeling like we had been saved.

A pair of brilliant red high heels stopped behind the young master’s right side. The young master did not look back, weeping as he said, “Melody, Melody, please don’t kill Yina-jiě and the rest of them, okay?”

Melody knelt down, her hand reaching out to lightly smooth the young master’s hair. She gently replied, “Got it, Young Master. I won’t kill them.”

“Then, can you come home? I miss you.”

“Alright.” Melody wrapped her arms around the young master and spoke to him like she was coaxing a child, “Whatever you want, my little young master.”

The young master gripped Melody’s hand, sobbing, “You and Charles stay at home by my side. Bramble-shū, Dell, May, and Briar too. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t need anyone else!”

“Okay, okay.” Melody hugged the young master tightly and mumbled, “Anything you want, as long as you’re happy, Young Master.”

That might not be for the best… I hesitated but did not speak. What the young master needed at the moment was not an explanation or counseling. He needed a hug.

In the following days, the young master kept having photo shoots, finishing the three proposals he liked in merely three days. However, he refused to stop there, and Ji Luo Chu could only take on the other cases he initially had no intention of undertaking. The only thing was, they never entirely followed the requirements of those cases, and instead switched to themes and filming techniques that they preferred.

Ah Da shrugged his shoulders. “As long as the effect is good, and we’re unwilling to do a reshoot, then it’ll be up to the client to decide whether or not to use it. If they don’t want to, then that’s their problem! After all, at the moment…” He looked at the young master and Ji Luo Chu, who were not too far away, and spoke quietly, “We’re just keeping Ah Ye company through shoots!”

“Forgive us for the trouble.”

“Trouble? I showed a few of the clients the results. They weren’t entirely happy that their requests weren’t followed to the letter, but not a single one of them has refused them so far! In my opinion, maybe all of them could work out. Then, our studio would really be rolling in cash!”

Besides the time spent doing photo shoots, the young master was spending almost entire days patrolling outside. Other than the east managed by Dark Sun, he even went to patrol First Wind’s west end, since Ji Luo Chu and Ah Da had their hands full just with managing the advertisements.

The young master was going out so often, he sometimes even forgot to come back for his meals. My workload had lightened considerably. My main job now was to deliver both lunch and dinner to the studio, in case the three of them forgot to eat, too focused on shooting.

Beef should be best for lunch! All three of them are terribly busy, so foods high in protein like beef should make it easier for them to replenish their nutrients. I walked around the market, a basketful of vegetables already in hand. After finally deciding on the main course, I walked toward the beef stall.

“Charles…”

A familiar, exhausted voice sounded out from behind me. I turned, and before he could say a word, spoke first, “Treat you to a meal, correct? That is, of course, not a problem, but I am very curious. This market is huge. How is it that you can always find me?”

Yue Gang grumbled, “Do you think that you don’t stand out at all in the middle of a crowd of housewives? Just your height alone makes you stand out. You’re taller than everyone else here by a full head! How hard would that be to miss?”

I see. I smiled and shook my head. “I will buy beef first and then treat you to noodles. Will that be fine?”

“Hurry it up!” Yue Gang nagged, impatient. “Any slower and I’ll die of hunger.”

Under his persistent nagging, I could only hurriedly purchase the beef. Then, I sat with Yue Gang at a noodle store in the market and ordered five bowls of noodles and two bowls of soup. I then watched him gobble up the noodles.

“Recently, there seems to be an increase in the number of police on the streets.” I tried asking, “Did something happen?”

Yue Gang raised his head and rolled his eyes at me, but he did not reply. I could understand. Someone who has a bowlful of noodles in his mouth could not possibly open it to speak.

I gestured and said, “Please, eat first. We can talk later.”

Before Yue Gang could look down and keep eating, he stilled, staring at something behind my back. Seeing his expression, I did not even need to turn around to know what had happened.

The noodle shop’s television must be playing an advertisement.

“The Last Angel” had been playing on TV for quite a few days already. According to Ji Luo Chu and Ah Da’s description… when doing a trial broadcast for the client, the client was so pleased with it that he froze. When it was brought to the TV station, the station’s broadcasters had also frozen. When they had a trial broadcasting for the first time on a crowded area’s huge outdoor display screen, the crowd on the street had also frozen.

I could understand them perfectly, because the first time Melody, Bramble, Dell, and May saw this advertisement, they had also frozen in place for a long time. Then, they kept replaying it over and over again. The reviews for this advertisement seemed to be, “You’ll freeze in place when you see it, and then keep replaying it over and over again.”

Yue Gang froze in place with his mouth full of noodles for a long time before swallowing it down in one huge gulp. He almost choked, drained a bowl of soup, and then asked hurriedly, “Wasn’t that your brother?”

“Yes.” I smiled. “He has recently been working as an advertisement model.”

“Oh! That’s great. He’s quite suited for it. That advertisement was awesome!” Yue Gang gave his praise and lowered his head to eat some more noodles. Then, he suddenly looked up again and said, “Oh right, remind him not to stay out too late working on the advertisements. Recently… Anyways, things aren’t quite right! All of you remember to take care. If you’ve got nothing to do, then go home and sleep. Lock your doors tightly, and get a gun for your safety. Make sure it’s got a little more firepower to it, not like the one in that advertisement! That gun sucks!”

I could not help but laugh, as Yue Gang had actually thought the same thing as the young master.

Yue Gang mumbled, “There’s been a lot of missing people lately. If this keeps going on, there might be a huge fight. Just what are those guys doing…?”

“What?” I did not understand him very well.

“Nothing!” Yue Gang said stoutly, but he still looked uneasy, as though he had more to say.

In the end, he motioned me forward, and after I moved closer, he whispered, “Sigh! It’s just, just those werewolves. They haven’t been lying low lately. I heard that they’ve assassinated a number of people. Especially those ‘hero apprentices.’ The moment one pops up, they’re guaranteed to disappear… But don’t mention that you heard it from me. My boss gave orders not to cause mass panic.”

I nodded. Yue Gang slid back into his normal posture and resumed eating his noodles. “You! If you’re free at the moment, why don’t you take your whole family with you out for a trip away from the city? Don’t stay in Sunset City for the moment. It’s not very safe here right now!”

“Thank you for the advice.” I smiled at him, but I knew that that would be impossible.

No matter what, Dark Sun would never leave Sunset City when it faced danger.

At this moment, Yue Gang turned to stone again with his mouth full of noodles. I looked at the TV screen. It was currently playing the ”Teardrops” advertisement. The young master was crying, and he held out his hands like he was holding something up. When he lowered his head, teardrops fell onto his open hands one by one, every one of them turning into resplendent diamonds.

But in reality, could tears truly turn into diamonds? I looked at the crying young master on the screen, and wished not for teardrops to turn into diamonds, but for him to be able to stop crying.

On the way home, I kept seeing the young master. Of course, it was not the actual young master, but the advertisements he had done. They could practically be seen everywhere. Posters lined up in rows along the walls. The Last Angel, Teardrops, and even the latest completed one, Budding Flower, were present.

In a usual lipstick commercial, the male model would normally be in charge of admiring the lipstick on a female model. But this advertisement had no female model, just the young master. He was dressed up androgynously. Wearing a slanted T-shirt, half his shoulders were visible. Paired with the shiny pink lipstick, he looked like a cute girl.

The advertisement also had some advertising phrases that basically implied that even a boy could be as beautiful as a flower with the lipstick.

If the master sees this advertisement, he may just destroy the entire company! I strongly believed that.

Aside from the posters, there were also advertisements being played nonstop on the outdoor display screens. Whenever an advertisement played, there would definitely be people who would stop in their tracks to watch.

I came to a halt and stared at the increasing crowd in front of the screen and came to a realization. The young master may soon become very, very famous, and when that happens…

“Charles!”

I snapped out of my reverie and looked toward the person. “Melody? Is the young master not home yet?”