Superhero Comic - Overlord's path (美漫世界霸王轨迹)

edited September 2018 in Translations
About the book
In the dark mist of chaotic gotham, he's the crimson devil bring the blood,he is sin! For lost mutants, his new force rise, he is stubborn! In the conflict of shield and hydra, he is the sword cut in the war, he is firm! Admired,  detested, praised, cursed, some love him, other hate him. His heart is just like trenchant blade he held, never hesitate, never vacillate, never fluctuate, who can defeat a men like this? Welcome to, the story of the overlord.

                                                                                                              Chapter 1-- I have one life

The night of Gotham city is always quite, dead silence and... unspeakable oppression.

The peaceful day belongs to the winners. The night is pertained by rats, order and chaos are never evidently showed in a single place. If you are an old Gotham citizen, then you should know the rule: never mess around in the night.

You will not only lose your wallet, your virginity but most likely your life. 

This place is never somewhere people can live and work peacefully. But for those outlaws who have nowhere to go... 

"Clatter, clatter"

Somewhat unclear seawater hitting the shore, give a little special taste to the darkening night, a fish carefully swaying its tail, wanted to come out of sea and breath.

The weather seems awful, maybe it's going to rain.



A "thing" has fallen into the water, driven that poor fish back to the sea, the moment when the "thing" hit the sea, icy cold seawater poured into his nose, ear, and mouse, force him to awake from this eternal darkness of his unconscious mind.

"coughing...d*** it, where am I?"

The men only wearing his pajama hardly keeping the balance in the sea, trying really hard to not sink into the depth of the ocean, but his starched brain can hardly process this action, finally, he decided to observe the surrounding while making his way to the shore. 

In this frigid weather,  soaked in the icy water for about 10 minutes, plus drenched pajama. This completely exhausted man lied on the beach and felt never wanted to stand up again.

He breathed heavily, stared the sky without a single starlight, then he reached for his chest, right there were three bullet holes, but where's the blood? Scars?

The heart that died is still beating vigorously, his brain is becoming a mess, at last, he gives up on thinking how he ended up here, things he never believed in happened... then why not just accepted it. 


This "sky lander" laughed for a second, then put his mid finger towards the sky, rise up from the beach and threw away the pajama that is drenched in blood, and bullet hole to the sea, half-naked,   a step and step head towards the ports where the lights still shine.

After saying bye to his past, he walked slowly, um... maybe with luck of getting away from the lethal impasse.

"Old Gun" Bar, busiest place at the port three years ago, now left without care, of course, it doesn't mean father Kristine 's is making retrogress, it is only because of crusty father Kristine refuses to let the Russian gang take charge of this place with "friendship". 

As a veteran, father Kristine won't let anybody mess around in his territory, this perseveration gained him respect once, but now he's left with troubles, not all docker will still come under Jermy's men threat. 

After all its just a cup of liquor, don't have to risk your life for it, right?

 Father Kristine already persisted for a month, no one knows how much longer he can last, but under Jermy's rule, if he is still keeping the situation like this, something bad might happen. 

2‘o clock midnight, its raining cats and dogs cracking down the window, head of white hair, father Kristine wearing his old jacket standing next to the cozy old bar counter, scrubbing the wine glass, he didn't have to do this work before, but 3 days ago, after the last of his crew took the $500 at counter and leave without saying goodbye, he knew had to. 

Three funky dressed young men were gambling at the corner of the bar.

The most vulgar dice game, you can't expect those drop-outs to play the classy 21, they aren't customers, They are just hired thugs comes to harass father Kristine.

This is just a small bar, no music, no singer, not a  whole lot of decorations,  but with some Nostalgia feeling, there shouldn't be anyone coming in the stormy night, so Kristine decide to close up the bar after soon, oh maybe kick those little bastards out first.

Just then, "dingdong"

The gate was opened, father Kristine and the thugs both looked up and saw this weird dressing person walking in, it's an Asian, wearing a dirty black hoodie, seems like a scavenger seeking trash, the bottom is just a pair of pajama pants, naked feet, looks just like some sorehead vagrant.

Father Kristine wanted to kick him out, but then the men raised his head and glanced the bar, just ignored father Kristine, and focused on the three thugs who resume the dice game, he smiled and walked towards them.

Father Kristine continued to scrub the glass, putting his other hands down to the M1903A1 handle, he seen that smile before... Something doesn't belong to the vagrant, but why ask, those thugs seems out of luck.

When father Kristine is ready for the show, the dirty dressing men also start talking to the thugs.

"Sup man, can I join you guys?"

 This guy rubbing his hand, showing a look of interest, very fluent English, with a bit California accent, this was supposed to be a greeting, but his dirty outfit kind annoyed them, lowering his overall score, the green hair thug looked at him and moved back to the dice, said coldly

"Get the f*** out!"

The men are not angry, but continue to smile and say, "Don't act like that man, just give me a chance, I'm skilled with dice.

The green hair thug being bothered twice already bit angry,  but when he's clenching his fist, the gray hair thug sitting against him stopped him and opened his mouth scorned, looking at that men,

"Wanna join? sure... But what's your chip? You probably don't have a single cent on you. So why don't you just get back to your trash can maybe you'll find some hamburger there, that is where you belong to, hahaha"

Then, all three of them laughed, but the young men just shrugged his shoulder, pulled a chair and sit, both hands laying on the table and said in poker face,

"Look, I'm a healthy adult, I have got a pair of hands, legs, and..."

"Hey, bastard we are not interested in men!" 

The last redhead felt being humiliated, slapping his hand on the table, knocking the beer all over the place, "Especially the one like you! Now get the F*** out!"

Under the stare of the three, the vagrant leisurely spread out his hand, finished his sentence,

"Um... I meant I have a life, that will be my chip, fair enough?"

After shouting out that, the whole bar went silent, the thugs don't know what to say, not because they're scared or anything, their first impression is, is he crazy?

Then, felt lucky

It's not easy to live under Jermy, he always orders some nonimportant gang member, to do something "dangerous", for this three, unfortunately, they belong to the nonimportant member, otherwise, why would they be here harassing a defenseless old man.

Even more unfortunate, three days later, there will be a "dangerous" deal... and right in front a crazy dude ready to give up his life, is there anything better than this?

These three had a eye contact, and the gray hair tried to make himself more intimidating as Boss Jermy and said lowly, 

"Do you really know what are you saying?"


The dirty young men shrug his shoulder, apparently, he knows.

"Do you know what if you break the promise? There was someone lied to us last month, now he's being thrown into the Gotham dock, can't even find his corpse, you understand me?"

"Ok, it's all set, just give me the dice, if I lose, I will do anything you say."

Young men casually laying on the chair, pointing his nauseated hoodie and said, "Look at me, do you think I'm afraid of death?"

"Ok! Carl, give him the dice! "

The green hair thug put the dice in front of him, he took it and looked, then looked up, with a big smile,

"Oh, right, forgot to mention, I'm He...Nevermind, call me Cyber, Cyber, um... Cyber?Hawker."

"Nobody wanted to know your name, just start, garbage man."

Carl scorned at him, then started to roll the dice, other two too, They are playing the easiest kind, 3 dice, smallest lose, easy enough for 3 years old to play, but from that scattered cash and coins, these three are playing pretty big.

Cyber like this type of place, also the opponents, three hotheads, and most importantly they got all he needs, especially when it's a stormy night, the only witness is the old men at the counter.

"The luck is on my side!"

Cyber shouted it out, then stretch his hand get the dice and the wooden box together smashed on the table, pulled the box away before anyone of them could react.

"Look I got an 18!, see, I told you all the luck is on my side"

Three thugs stupefied and exchanged eye contact, follow on with three greenbacks on next to Cyber's hand, the game continued to round two.

"Oh look it's 18 again, how lucky!"

Round three," Wow, It's 18 again I must be out of luck right?"

Round four, "Ayyyy, I don't even know what to say about this."


Carl smashed both fists on the table, he felt he has been humiliated again, infuriated, Carl's move his left hand to his belt, and heavily stabbed it on the table, a shinning dagger stabbed next to Cyber, the black handle still shaking, Carl looks like an enraged bull, stared at at Cyber, shouting,

"You are Freaken cheating! Bastard! I'm gonna kill you!"

"Hey, Calm down, dude!"

Saber didn't even look at the dagger, but slowly take the cash away, stacked it, and said, "That new knife can't hurt anyone, we're gambling here, some win some lose, isn't it better to sit and play a few more rounds then yelling at me, maybe you can double your money, right?"

Up to this point, even a blind man can tell Cyber isn't normal, a normal person wouldn't ignore the dagger at all, anyhow they're still Jermy's henchmen, there can just be a knife with them, so, when Cyber raise his head, A silverish metal hole pressed against his head.

It's...a revolver.


  • This book is finished in the Chinese novel website, I'll try to translate it asap, also if you don't really need to know everything about superhero comics to read the book our main character knows nothing too. At last, if you don't like spoilers then just forget about this book, come in if you wanted to experience this in your own fantasy brain.   :D

    ps original author wrote a lot for every chapter...
  • another qidian novel  :'(   :'(
  • bosa2800 said:
    another qidian novel  :'(   :'(
    Umm does that mean I do qidian novel here?xD

  • edited September 2018
    Qidian (Webnovel) does not have a very good reputation, if a novel is popular or it draws attention they make you work for them with their conditions or put someone else in charge, in the forum there is no problem but it would be difficult to be promoted to the Main page for conflict between Qidian-WuxiaWorld.

    But if it's only practice, I encourage you to continue, but if you think maybe apply to WW I recommend you look for a 17k or zongheng novel.

    But you have the last word.

  • bosa2800 said:
    Qidian (Webnovel) does not have a very good reputation, if a novel is popular or it draws attention they make you work for them with their conditions or put someone else in charge, in the forum there is no problem but it would be difficult to be promoted to the Main page for conflict between Qidian-WuxiaWorld.

    But if it's only practice, I encourage you to continue, but if you think maybe apply to WW I recommend you look for a 17k or zongheng novel.

    But you have the last word.

    Ty for your advice

  • edited September 2018
                           Chapter 2--Money, Clothing, and Weapon                              

    Inside of old gun bar, this rainy night, the atmosphere is almost out of control.

    The gray hair youngster already standing, with a revolver in his left hand, pointing to the uninvited Cyber, everyone knows that revolver is not just used to scare them, there are real bullets inside, what's more, is that Berne know how to shoot, he wasn't just boasting about the guy who disappear, maybe he didn't kill him, but he was 

    You have to know, there's a huge difference between who has killed a man and those did not, Cyber looked at the muzzle, it's slightly shaking, seems like the boy is really excited, no wonder, just a youngster, still immature, just about 20years old, didn't even shave cleanly.

    what was I doing at the age of 20?

    Cyber's eye jumped a bit, an indescribable headache, make him stop recall the old days, the only things for sure was, at that time his hand will not shake when holding a gun.

    "Hey! Bastards, don't mess around in my bar! Get out!"

    Father Kristine saw Berne pulled his revolver, got worried, dropped the wine and roared, but Berne just ignored him, just staring at Cyber, Carl turned and called,

    "Shut up! Old man, it's none of your business."

    "You said Carl's knife won't hurt you! What about this?"

    Berne squeezed the word out of his mouth, to be more threating, he put his finger on the trigger, hoping to see some reaction on Cyber's face, it doesn't matter if it's terrifying, angry, but would be the best if he's begging for his life, it would make the not well-born Berne feel something special.

    But none! Cyber's didn't react at all, facing Berne, he laid on the chair, put the gun toward his heart and said lowly,

    "A revolver? Very nice... It's a good weapon, you know, a great weapon must maintain in a good shape for it to be able to shin, and most importantly you need to know the correct way of using it..."

    "What do you mean? Son of***!"

    Carl punched Cyber in his face, the young man's head was turned aside when he turned back his face, there's bloodstain on his face, Cyber moved his mouth, feeling the taste of his blood, that familiar taste, let every single cell and pore in his body screaming, he needs to constrain them... but soon he won't have to...

    "I meant, you need to check if you got to make sure you move the pin block before firing."

    Berne was shocked for a second maybe because he actually didn't know about this or some other stuff, in short, his eyes turned to the revolver in his hand, in less than 1 second, he realized he has been tricked again because of the revolver Jermy give to him doesn't have a pin block!



    Cyber, who just punched in the face by Carl without a response acted like a awaken tiger, moving his body to the side, iron-tong like left-hand grip Berne's collar, pulled him down, Berne screamed sharply in anger, but it doesn't stop him from falling, Cyber's other hand wiped the table, raised high, and thrust sharply.

    Next moment, a flash of cold light, blood splatter, There was something on Berne's other hand which was holding the desk.

    Carl's knife, in Cyber's hand, thrust through Berne's hand and the table.

    "Ah ah ah!!"

    The cry of pain, like a wounded beast, rang through the bar, under the pain, Berne subconsciously about to shoot, but there's nothing in his hand, weapon! None! Snatched!

    "Son of***!"

    Carl jumped out, with the clenched fist, about to teach this Asian a lesson, next moment, after Cyber turned, an Icy cold thing pressed against his head, and the freaken smiling face that never change, and bloodstain in the corner of his mouth, looks bit discomfiture.

    Eye to eye, Carl is still enraged, while in Cyber's eye, only nothingness, with the soft smile, twisted! absolute twisted mind!

    And just like what he thought, his hand, very stable.

    Poor Carl, his face didn't even have time to change, then...


    gunshot, he falls.

    Carl's shatter head flying all over the place, the body lost all the balance, falls to the floor, white thing mixed in the blood, just like playful children playing with the water faucet, was spilled everywhere.

    Kristine Daddy was also startled, he pulls out his old M1903A1, aiming at Cyber, and roared

    “God d***! drop the guy! Freak!"

    Cyber didn't listen to agitated Kristine Daddy but with a little bit of disgust, taken off the black hoodie stained with blood, half-naked, with a drenched pajama, turned to the last redhead boy.

    He just pulled his dagger out and saw the whole action frame by frame, this poor boy was so frightened he just stood there, even the ludicrous action of pulling the knife was stalled.

    Cyber glanced at him, then shift focus onto Berne, still wailing, the blood ran down from his wound all over the table, agony made him not notice his brother was shot in the head until Cyber use finger wiped the bloodstain on his cheek, then smeared it onto his cloth.

    "You know, it happens when you shoot at such a range."

    Cyber grumbled, "When the bullet goes through the head, those things will spill all over the place, so I usually don't go aim accurately,
    you need to know, to kill a man, the heart will always be easier than the head... did you hear what I said?"

    Carl responded with an even louder cry.

    "Ah ah ah!Dog s***!Dog s***"

    "I said, shhh!"

    "Aaaaaaaa! I'm gonna freaken kill you, bastard!"

    Cyber shrugged his shoulder, land his sight onto the redhead, gun pointing to the back of Berne. Then came the pondering smiley.

    "Actually you thought he was annoying too, isn't it? He's always acting like a boss give you orders, even though you two are just the same! You always wanted to teach this dog s*** a lesson right? It's fine, don't restrain yourself, I know you wanted to do it, I'll help you."

    "No... I didn't... NO!"


    Another shot, tepid liquid splattered on the petrified thug's face, his face, his face suddenly turned lifeless, Cyber breathed with a sigh of relief, sniff the blood mixed in the air, give him some refreshment after drenched in the water, he stretched his shoulder, Threw the revolver on the table, and pulled their cigarette pack, take one out and lit.

    "Puff... I was here, because of three things, some money for me to eat, a weapon that can protect me, and also some alright clothing that won't disgust anyone, also keep me in warmth..."

    Cyber sit on the chair, slightly leaned, bury his face in the rising smoke, this makes his face vague, then put the feet filled with dirt and water spot on the bloody desk, but the eyes were staring at the redhead, he flicked his finger, "You know what I meant, right?"

    It's like an order, restart the lifeless redhead's conscious mind, he trembled putting his knife on the desk, and rapidly take off his black jacket and lining sweater, also his pants and shoes, putting them on the chair next to Cyber, acting like a quail, wearing only shorts and white socks, jittering in front of Cyber, begging

    "Don't kill me, please I won't say anything, I'll keep my mouth shut, please! Don't kill me, for god's sake.!"

    Cyber looked at the clothing next to him, a look of satisfaction came over his face, he knocked, spread out his hand, muttering,

    "Ok, ok kid... look I already put the gun away, this is a sign of amity, isn't it? Alright go home, and be a good person, understand?"

    "Yes, I understood, I understood... thanks."

    He was in a hurry, only wearing underwear and socks, running to the gate stumbling along, it's almost like staying here for one more second, will be stuck with something horrible, Cyber didn't pay attention to him, just checking the sweater, and wore it after making sure its not too dirty.

    The moment he puts on the sweater, behind him, the redhead made it to the gate, he opened his hand widely, with the joy of rebirth on his face, just like a prisoner who's ready to embrace freedom.


    The third gunshot, the bullet hit him in the back, his face forever freezes, the body falls upon the ground, rolled a little further, then losing all the vigor it once had.

    It wasn't Cyber, he's putting on his pants, emotionless on his face like everything was planned. 

    One bar, two men, three corpses.

    In this rainy night with stuffiness air, the pungent smell of blood quickly spread everywhere, but no one's talking, Cyber hardly fit his foot inside the shoes, and then put the black jacket on, and patted the cloth, trying to get rid of the dust that doesn't exist.

    After all this, he took the loose change on the table, putting the coins in his hand and shook it, also 4 bullets inside of his pocket, then took the blood-soaked dagger, wiped it on Berne's cloth, and found another 13 round of bullets, at last putting the unsavory cigarettes inside his pocket, walk to the counter.

    The shoe stained in blood leave conspicuous footmark one after another, father Kristine already threw his old M1903A1 on the counter, he was sitting there, looking outside of the bar, Cyber holding chin on his hands,  latter threw the coins on the old wooden table, said lightly,

    "A cup of beer, daddy, if there's food, bring it also. "

    Kristine Daddy, who's over seventy, looking at him, winkle creased on his face, like an aged lion, he didn't get up and seek the wine, but asked a question, "In what name? Cyber, it's just not enough money for a drink in my bar, also the guy you just set free, that will bring me a lot of trouble!"

    "As an old man, I hate troubles!"

    Cyber take off the used cigarette, hitting the ashtray, the last puff of the smoke,

    "But the troubles are solved, by yourself, so... in the name of friendship, bring the beer, Daddy also open the window the smell is really disgusting."

  • Chapter 3 Father Kristine's new assistant

    At last Cyber got his beer and also some macaronies, that's the night snack father Kristine give to him.
    Young man gobbled up the food, Kristine continues to scrub the glass, behind them, three corpses laying, Kristine opened the window, the scent of blood has been wiped out by fresh air.

    In fact, its hard for us to imagine human can bleed so much out of those bullet holes, just like a red pond. Nausea, pungent, full of the smell of death.

    "Phew...feels alive again! Thanks, Daddy."  

    Cyber took out the napkin, wiped, and start drinking, then smashed the empty bottle, said pleasantly.

    "One more drink"

    "That's it, you just brutally murder two people in my place, just for some loose change, you are a real villain, still wearing cloth plucked from the dead, just like a real villain, not a bit of remorse in your eyes. 

    There was a flicker of disgust in Kristine's eyes, even though he didn't say anything, but still went get a cup of beer for Cyber, said uncourteously, "Now get out after this drink, also, clean up the bodies, I don't want the son of b**** Jermy come and bring me trouble."


    Cyber's hands knocking at the cup, slight of tiredness in his tone, everything happened before clotted in his mind, making him want to sleep now, he yawned, took a sip and said,

    "That's an awful name, sounded like a gay." 

    "Right, Jermy, the king of this block, belongs to the Russian gang, heartless and cruel, a tough one,  at least 7 of the 10missing person in this place are connected to him. 

    Kristine smirked, "Guess who's his new enemy?"

    Cyber looked at those three corpses, and turned back, "So these bastards with a disgusting black devil tattoo on their arm are the men of that gay? That's too bad, even an old man like you can bring them down."

    The malevolent reply made the old man snort, he turned and ignored Cyber.

    "Is there anyone tell you, You're a real bastard when you open your mouth."

    "Many have said that before..."

    A mixed of emotion flashed through Cyber's face inside the smoke, at last, he flicked his finger, " forget it, its bit boring talking to an old man like you, last few questions, and I'll leave afterward, as a reward for solving these trouble for you, sounds fair?

    "Hey! Young men, I killed the last one!"

    Kristine knocked at the desk to show discontent then pulled a cigarette from Cyber's cigarette case, smoked, and put it down, "pooh, some awful cigarette, and what makes you think them as troubles, maybe they're my guests?"

    Kristine pulled a pipe from the counter after done talking, the kind similar to MacArthur's corn pipe, and when he lit it, the acrid smell of it gave the drowsy Cyber a shock, he snuffed out his cigarette, pull a coin, and played with it like a knife. 

    "2am midnight, three rascals with tattoos and weapons, sitting in a bar with only an old man, there's still nightshift working at the dock, why is your place so quite when it was supposed to be flourishing, do I need to continue?" 

    Kristine laugh deeply, the rains outside seems to get heavier, cracking down the window, the old ceiling fan making weird noises, he took a drag of his cigarette, a reddish glittered inside the pipe, he asked inside the smoke,

    "A smart one... there's not many of them left in Gotham, want do you want to know, let's hear it."

    "What is this place, and what time?"

    The old man looked at Cyber in surprise, and then said"Here, it's Gotham, you're from another city right? This is not a friendly place, right now..."

    He looked at the clock on the wall, "2:37 a.m"

    "No, I mean what country? What day is today?...forget it. just give me today's newspaper!"

    Before he finished his sentence, he saw the newspaper at the counter, he reached it, benefits from what he once learned, language isn't much a barrier for him, but the first line showed up only raise more questions in his mind.

    "Bruce Wayne found alive? son of Gotham's back after 7 years of missing!"
    "Stark Inc. analyzed, can the 22 years Tony take the job?" 
    "California riot ongoing,  radical mutant organization request Congress to act on mutant discrimination."

    Under the last new, there was a huge colored picture with a young man with his arm wide open, flaring, around him there were many ordinary beings running.

    Cyber quickly moved to the upper right corner, with the blacken date on there, mocking his hindsight.

    "July 13, 2000... what an awful day."

    After a sudden silence from Cyber, Kristine didn't know how to continue the conversation, luckily a few seconds later, Cyber raised his head, looking at him asked a question that made him laughed.

    He pointed to the picture with a handsome man wearing sunglasses on the news, asked straight out,

    "Is this Wayne industries really famous? Who is this young man?"

    Kristine looked at him like an alien, removing the pipe from his mouth, "You don't even know that? You must be from some rural place, or are you a stowaway?"

    "Stop joking around alright?"

    Cyber's eyes rolled over, you can tell he's not in a good mood right now, the old men thought for a moment and said,

    "That young man is Bruce Wayne, the successor of Wayne industries, Wayne industries is the largest consortium in Gotham, over a tenth of Gotham people depends on it for the living, there's nobody who doesn't know him in Gotham, we all thought he was dead, but he came back, he's a real dandy, socialite, just got back and had a few parties, a very vigorous and generous, and soon He will be my boss!"


    Cyber's eyes shined and heard father Kristine continue scrubbing the glass and said,

    "Jermy that son of b**** thought I'll resist until the last second, to be the victim of him showing his power?no no no, I'm not that stupid, this bar worth a lot! I knew it all along, so I need to find a decent successor, Bruce Wayne is a pretty good choice isn't he? His industry will go public soon, they want to recover the business in Gotham, for that will require a vibrant harbor and some places for recreation."

    As he spoke, the old man resumed smoking, talk to a stranger he just met for an hour.

    "Jermy thought it's just an old man blocking his way, but three days later, he will know how wrong he is, he's against the richest man in Gotham, Those big shots only have to move their fingers, and his gang will disappear, let him know he's no more than a stray dog!"


    The increasingly excited old man laid on the chair untied the second button on his shirt showing just the edge of the tattoo on his chest, "I'm old, can't take much anymore, but it's not like any stray dog can take a meat from me! Everyone thought I'll lose, I'll die, but none of them know why I resisted for a month, I'm not one to be beaten.

    After the second puff, Cyber had his fingers tapping, looking at the old man.

    You didn't have to talk to a stranger that you knows nothing about, so let's be honest, what do you want me to do? What's my reward? For the sake of this drink, I think we can team up like before." 

    "Hahaha, you scoundrel!"

    The old man leaned forward and propped his left hand on the table, "Luckily, I was the same when I was young, but now I'm old, all they need is just one bullet to deal with me, you're right, Jermy's out of patience, if not because of you, I'll be the one who's laying tonight, my last crew ran stole $500 and ran, so in the last three days, and the day of signing contract, I will need a ruthless assistant on my side, as your reward... let me think."

    Father Kristine tapped at his forehead,

    "Ten thousand dollars, and Gotham citizenship, although this is a terrible place, gangs everywhere, a dozen will die every day, but there's still order, at least on the surface, a legal identity can keep you away from some troubles, especially for an illegal immigrant like you."

    "Oh, sounds like a great place."

    Cyber mumbled, and lastly put his finger out and waved,

    "A legal identity and fifty thousand dollars, I can promise you that not even a fly will can near you, you know, your live worth a lot, isn't it? And those who can fight are everywhere, but a ruthless one like me is hard to find."

    "Hahaha, You're a real badass!"

    Father Kristine stands up, took out a bunch of keys and threw them to Cyber, then said meaningfully, "Gotham for a person like you, will be heaven... now, go clean up those unappetizing corpses! Then roll off to the 3rd-floor and sleep, we'll start working tomorrow at 9! And I truly hope you know what you're doing, Cyber, remember we're on the same boat, at least before Jermy is killed."

    Cyber caught the key and scratched his head.

    "Is there ropes? Boss, also what do you guys usually deal with this things? My old tradition is just tie them up with stones and threw it into the sea."

    "Oh..., what a coincidence, so are we!"

  • edited September 2018
  • bosa2800 said:
    Im new to translating, do I post my work on there?
  • edited September 2018
    Im new to translating, do I post my work on there?
    It's already in Novel Update, check the genres and tags so you can personalize them, since I'm not sure what they were.
  • Update pls...
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