Dominion's End

V5C1: The Ice Spears, in the Making

Dominion’s End Volume 5: Zhanjiang Garrison

Original novel in Chinese by: 御我 (Yu Wo)

Chapter 1: The Ice Spears, in the Making—translated by Miaka_Mei (proofread by Arcedemius; C/E edited by lucathia)

Wen Jianuo was a very meticulous guy and kept asking after the severity of leaking information. But being a decisive guy as well, once he understood the severity, he immediately set off to find his fellow comrades and finally only brought along nine people.

With Ah Nuo, Ah Qing, Su Ying, and me, our total number was thirteen. What a coincidence, it just so happens to be Thirteen’s name. Thirteen would become a future aberrant elite, so it’s a lucky number, I guess?

Things like luck were a real headache for me. I had no idea how I could change the Jiang family’s bad luck.

Wen Jianuo said to the nine people, “This is the vice-captain of our squad, Jiang Shuyu. I say ‘vice-captain,’ but everyone knows who to listen to, right?”

These soldiers had already been instructed, so there wasn’t the least bit of surprise on their face, not to mention anyone displaying a look of disapproval. As expected of seasoned and disciplined troops. I guess this is one of my rare good luck moments that I was able to pick up this group of men.

As if trying to break the tension, Chen Yanqing hurriedly called out, “Come, come, come. Come report your name to our vice-captain. Peng-gē, why don’t you start first?”

I added, “And tell us your power while you’re at it.”

The soldiers reported their names one by one with practiced discipline.

A soldier who seemed to be middle-aged took the lead and reported, “I’m Peng Weijie. My power is vibrating things by touching them.”

I glanced at him. He seemed to be getting on in years. His stubble made him appear slightly older, but he probably hadn’t reached his forties yet and should be younger than Zheng-shū. But this didn’t really matter since once one eats a lot of crystals, they’ll just keep getting younger. Age is really just for reference.

This Peng Weijie’s ability sure was something. Vibrate? It was way too weak still. It was just like the power over fire at the beginning of the apocalypse. If you hadn’t eaten any crystals yet, at most you would only be able to light a cigarette.

“Yang Xi. Just call me ‘Watermelon.’”

This watermelon guy looked nothing like a watermelon. In fact, he was quite handsome. He looked rather bright and cheerful when smiling, very much like—Xia Zhengu.

I’ve decided. From this day on, I’m going to hate him!

Hmph hmph. This Yang Xi must have infuriated everyone because of his good looks, making them itch to vent their anger by devouring his flesh. That’s why he’s called Watermelon, right?

Afterward, Chen Yanqing told me that it wasn’t like that at all. It was simply because Yang Xi loved eating watermelon so much, that he had sneakily polished off an entire table of watermelons before dinner, causing everyone in the army to get angry at him. Since then, everyone started to call him Watermelon. But the person himself actually liked this nickname, since people would give him melon to eat every so often.