Kill no more volume 01, p.1
Kill No More - Volume 01, page 1
Kill No More
Volume 01
Author: Yu Wo
Translation by:
Japtem
Epub By:
Yuki (The Emperor)
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 : Fateful Meeting
Chapter 2 : Purity
Chapter 3 : Pink Big-Eyed Child
Chapter 4 : Liola is a Dragon Knight?
Chapter 5 : Breakfast Interlude
Chapter 6 : Knight’s Duel
Chapter 7 : Dragon’s Contract
Chapter 8 : Survival in the Wilderness
Chapter 1 : Fateful Meeting
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“Ah, cleaning is really a chore.”
A slender boy, who looked almost handsome and cute, straightened his aching back, and returned to sweeping with his broom in discontent while mumbling complains:
“How wonderful would it be if I had a Maxun (a name of a machine) to help me sweep!”
However, it was nothing but a fantasy. A Maxun costs a lot of money, especially a full-featured one, and it wasn’t something a minor with random part-time jobs could afford, especially when he has to go to school.
The damn tuition was so expensive, he got dizzy from working everyday, and he often found himself standing in front of his school, with a guava in his hands.
What? Bombing a school is immoral? How could you bomb a school with a guava? What do you think a guava is, a hand grenade?
Hmph, how could he possibly afford a hand grenade. It would be nice even if he could afford a guava to break the school’s window. But seriously, the reinforced glass in the school can’t be broken by a single guava.
Upholding his principle of not letting anything go to waste, the guava was, of course, saved every time, and later became his after meal fruit.
Pzz!
The boy frowned, what was that strange sound? Could be the pre-owned automatic laundry, spinning, tumble dry, and super old to the point of being ancient, washing Maxun was giving him trouble again?
Oh no! The boy rushed anxiously to check the condition of the washing Maxun, because his only remaining uniform was inside. If he loses his last uniform, he would have to wear underwear to school.
Before the boy reached the Maxun, he already knew the sound had absolutely nothing to do with the pitiful machine. A strange, colourful whirlpool appeared beside him, and became bigger and bigger. His poor room soon began to distort…
“Goddammit! I know I’m very unlucky, but I can’t be this unlucky, right?” The boy looked around the distorted space helplessly.
The boy wondered if the same unluckiness that killed his parents was going to kill him now: “Even cleaning a room was going to lead to this?”
Despite his complaints, the boy decided he wanted to live, so he hurriedly backed away from the distorted space.
When he was just about to jump out the window, a flash of light intrigued him. Although his right foot was already on the window pane, he couldn’t help but look at the strange phenomenon behind him.
The whirlpool started expanding outward, suddenly a ray of light emerged, followed by thousands more, filling the entire room…
“Holy sh*t!” The boy could not help but curse in his native dialect. His eyes had been blinded by the light.
He desperately shook his head, trying to shake off the dizziness caused by the light. The boy cursed: “Damn, the ancestors were right; curiosity would really f—ing kill a cat.”
Even though he was blinded, he could still somewhat sense the changes around him. The temporary blindness was already fading, and the strange feeling of the surrounding space gradually dissipated.
Instead of the whirlpool, there stood a person! The boy grabbed the gun on the table, and without looking, aimed at the person by using his senses.
“Who is it?”
The boy’s eyes was recovering and he could see the person’s outline. Judging from the person’s outline, he doesn’t seem very muscular but normally, the real gosu* aren’t the muscular type. He asked carefully, but at the same time, held his gun at the person.
[T/N: Gosu – A Korean term used to refer to a highly skilled person.]
Who knew the whirlpool would spit out yet another person, who had a really strong murderous intent, and raised a weapon to greet the person who arrived before.
“Master, why don’t you give up now. The organisation will not let you go, so it’s better to die in my hands.”
The second person who had murderous intent said coldly. Judging by the voice, the person was a woman.
“Yasha, the murderous intent you emit is too strong, and it’s not something a real Assassin should do.” The so-called Master plainly corrected the student’s mistake.
“Shut up!” Yasha yelled, her buried anger surfacing. She will never be this person’s subordinate, never!
The legendary perfect Assassin will be stopped by her, and she will take over the title as the best Assassin! Killing him, as long as she kills the Master who started her to the path of being an Assassin, she will be become best Assassin!
The two silently stood facing each other. Other than the sound of the Master’s blood dripping, everything else seemed like the calm before a storm… A duel to death was about to start!
“Oh wow, what are you two doing in someone else’s house? Saying things I don’t understand, and now you’re all quiet. Hey! If you guys are going to fight go outside! If you break anything in my house, I swear I will make you pay, and I mean it…” The boy finally recovered his sight, and saw a man and a woman facing each other.
They were both cold as ice. The boy curiously observed.
The guy was tall and slender, wearing black clothes. Together with his black hair, he looked completely black. As far as his face goes, he had an oval face, which made him look a little delicate. Along with his silver iris, this man has an inexplicable way of intimidating people. The boy shivered.
The woman, on the other hand, was quite colorful. Her bright red hair was paired together with green eyes. This strange combination didn’t feel conflicting, instead, it made her more glamorous. The only problem with was her eyes, they felt really cold.
The boy shook his head and sighed.
But! What these two people look like had nothing to do with him. More importantly, the immense hatred between them was really scaring him.
He was afraid of anything being broken inside his home. Being poor, he really couldn’t afford to go on trial for two murders in his home.
Yasha moved suddenly. Perhaps it shouldn’t be called move, because she disappeared where she stood, and then suddenly appeared in front of the man. The razor in her hand had already silently cut his throat…
“Damn, really?” The boy stared in awe, he had already been decapitated? The man looked pretty strong.
‘Sh*t, I might have to use some powerful detergent to clean off the blood off the ground.’
However, there wasn’t even a half drop of blood. It turned out the man was nothing but a shadow.
Surprised, Yasha immediately turned around to see if the man was behind her, only to find a hand gently pressed on her neck. To be exact, what was holding her neck wasn’t a hand, but rather, just two fingers.
But Yasha knew clearly that these two fingers were enough to take her life!
“Hehehe….” Yasha wasn’t scared, but rather, she started laughing, and sarcastically asked the person behind her.
“What? The so-called ‘best Assassin’ isn’t brave enough to kill me? My Master used to kill people without them feeling any pain… Because before they have felt anything they would already be meeting Hades!”
The man stayed silent.
“Don’t be stupid, Master. An Assassin will always be an Assassin.” Yasha’s voice turned cold, and pushed away the man’s hand without any fear.
She said coldly: “You will break the promise with that person. An Assassin can never not kill! Especially you, Master.”
The man stood quietly; his face remained the same—expressionless!
“I will not kill you today, but one day, I will.” Yasha’s lips suddenly turned into a dangerous and seductive smile.
“Master, kill me today, otherwise I will continue you hunt you down for as long as I live.”
If she could get the Master to break the promise with that person, even if the price was her life, she was willing to do it.
The man said dismissively: “Leave, Yasha. I will not kill people.”
“Hmph!” ‘Is that person really important to you? Damn!’
Yasha’s face revealed a jealous expression. The person whom Master should be paying attention to was her! She was Master’s only apprentice.
“From now onwards, you are no longer my Master, but an enemy I must kill!” As soon as Yasha finished shouting, she turned to leave.
But… ‘Where is this?’ She finally realised the strangeness of the room.
The boy who helplessly held a gun said.
“As the ‘master of the room’, can you guys stop ignoring me?” The two had been treating him as if he was transparent.
If he could understand what they were saying, then at least he could watch them like a Soap Opera: the love and hate between a man and a woman… ‘Hehe, it’ll be interesting to watch.’
But the problem was he couldn’t understand anything of what they were saying!
“Open the door and let me out! Else you’ll die.” Yasha said coldly, then knitted her eyebrows and looked at the confused boy.
He picked up something that looked like a safety helmet, walked in front of the woman, raised the hat to her, and said, “Wear this.”
Yasha frowned, without taking the safety helmet. She didn’t know if the boy means her any harm.
The boy impatiently pointed at the hat, then made the gesture of putting on a hat. He prompted her again: “Put it on. Hurry.”
Yasha’s face became colder, and the razor in her hand began to move…
The man, however, walked in towards the boy, took the hat from him, and put it on without any hesitation.
Upon seeing his actions, the boy walked back to the central processing Maxun and pressed a few buttons on the transparent console. Finally, he hit a button labelled ‘Language Transmission’.
The safety helmet suddenly started glowing with colorful lights. As the lights shone, the man frowned slightly.
Being forced fed information to his brain doesn’t feel good, and many images flashed through in his brain. Nonetheless, he didn’t make any noise, since the amount of pain wasn’t nearly enough to make him grumble.
After a while, the light on the safety helmet started to fade, until it returned to its original plain state. Then when the boy started asked:
“Can you understand me now?”
The man nodded slightly, and spoke with the same language as the boy: “Yes.”
“Good, now we don’t have any communication barrier.” The boy nodded satisfactorily.
“I am from…” the man began to explain.
“I know!” The boy impatiently waved his hand and cut him off: “From another dimension!”
The man was astonished: “Yes…”
“Nowadays, even space isn’t reliable. People are falling out of different dimensions, and the media doesn’t report it anymore.”
The boy helplessly placed his arms to his sides, wondering why he was so unlucky, that these people arrived in his home. What should he do now?
He was, after all, a really lazy person, so he decided to send these strangers to a shelter! The boy approved of his own decision, and said eagerly.
“Because we have too many people coming from other dimensions, the Aklan Empire has designated shelters for them. You guys will need to leave this place, take a left, cross two streets, get over a lake, through a park, and there will be a management office. Tell them you’re from another dimension and they will settle you into a shelter.”
The man was startled, and then said indifferently: “I don’t need to go to a shelter. I will make a living.”
Upon hearing this, the boy became interested, and asked excitedly: “Oh? What can you do?”
Maybe the man was the person who could rescue him from poverty, continuous part-time jobs, cold and hunger? Maybe he’ll even live an elegant life? If that was the case, then it’ll be great! With these kinds of thoughts, the boy’s face began to brighten.
The man seemed to be surprised by the boy’s face lightening up, becoming a 500 watt light bulb.
After being quiet for a while, he answered: “I’m an Assassin.”
‘A-S-S-A-S-S-I-N?!’
As if to compliment his facial expression, his eyes began to brighten too. His face also began to show a flattering expression:
“Good, that profession is a promising, well-paying, low-cost, and high-return profession!”
The Assassin seemed confused, how could anyone describe his profession like this? But then he composed himself and added: “But, I promised never to kill again!”
Quietness settled the room and the boy’s smile was gone in an instant. He pointed at the door and said: “Get the hell out, Mr. Never-Kill-Assassin.”
Differential treatment was quite obvious. The Assassin walked to the door, only to see a smooth white door without handle, and he didn’t know how to get out.
The boy yelled impatiently: “Open sesame.”
The door opened instantly. The first person to walk out wasn’t the Assassin, but the woman, Yasha. She turned around as she was leaving, and with a deadly smile on her face, she said: “Farewell, Master.”
‘Yasha…’ The Assassin felt relatively sad.
“Hey, leave with your woman already. Don’t stand there and bleed! Do you know blood odors are really hard to clean?”
The irritated boy looked at the blood dripping from the Assassin—damn, he just finished cleaning!
Although he had many questions about where he was, the Assassin didn’t say much, especially when the owner has given the eviction notice.
He quietly walked out, and the door mercilessly shut behind him. The Assassin looked at the strange world he had never seen. Was he nervous?
“Assassin Rules #3: No matter where you are, always keep calm…” The Assassin murmured.
… Even if the buildings outside were all towering. But what was stranger was their design… No, the reason they are strange was because they had no design. Domes, spires, and all sorts of strangely twisted shapes could be seen. The only word he could use them to describe them was ‘total chaos’.
… There were hundreds, no, thousands of bizarre hemispheres flying around in the sky. If his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, he saw a few Dragons amongst the flying objects, and there were people riding those Dragons.
Despite being the strongest and coldest Assassin, he had to take a few deep breaths to deal with all the unfamiliar sights.
Slowly appeasing his nerves, the Assassin began to think. He was about 50 stories* above the ground, and he couldn’t find any form of stairs leading to the surface.
[T/N: 50 story is approximately 165 meters, 541 feet and 4 inches.]
The flying objects around him were so erratic, it seemed like they could hit him at any time… What could he do?
Even for a level-headed Assassin, felt the sadness comparable to a cold wind sweeping away the falling leaves (the Assassin felt helpless).
“Why are you still here?” He heard the noisy boy’s voice again.
“I don’t know how to get down.” The Assassin aloofly stated the truth.
‘Yasha… She probably used a rope to get down.’ Unfortunately, he had already used his rope when he was being chased.
***
The boy mumbled: “What a pain. Why do I always run into trouble like this? I still have to go to work. If I’m late they will deduct my salary, what am I going to eat next month?”
The Assassin remained silent. He didn’t respond to the boy’s complaints.
To him, the boy had no responsibility to help a stranger like him. Besides, the boy was already doing him a favor by not calling the police on him after discovering he was an Assassin.
