Chapter 11

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Chapter 11: Resurrection Overture (XI)

Unfortunately, Qi Leren could escape his “date” with the Illusionist, but he couldn’t escape his one with Chen Baiqi.

Since there was no specific time for the day’s training, Qi Leren got up early the next morning. When he got up, he thought he would suffer from a sore back due to training too hard the previous day, but except for slightly sore thighs, his body had no symptoms of strain, which made Qi Leren feel incredible.

Was it because he’d been blessed by Maria’s holy light?

Clearly last night when he’d gone to Du Yue, he’d been as tired as a dead dog. Du Yue had received him warmly and easily agreed to sign the confidentiality contract. According to the contract agreement, he wouldn’t be able to reveal this secret to anyone, whether it was in writing or spoken or even from a mind control skill. As long as it was concerning these secrets, he couldn’t say anything and Qi Leren would also feel it if he did.

This was actually an unfair contract that had no benefit to Du Yue. Qi Leren wanted to compensate him with some survival time, but Du Yue didn’t agree: “I can earn so many survival days because of the clues qianbei gave me. I’ve already made a lot of money, I dare not ask for your days as well. If there’s a chance in the future, please take me with you!"

Looking at Du Yue’s earnest eyes, Qi Leren agreed without saying anything.

At six o'clock in the morning, Qi Leren arrived at Chen Baiqi’s shop and tentatively knocked on the door.

The door opened and Chen Baiqi, who had already dressed neatly and washed her hair, looked at him with a smile: "That’s very positive. I thought you wouldn’t arrive till after seven o'clock."

Qi Leren said that if he really had come after seven o'clock, he wasn’t sure how he’d be treated by Chen Baiqi.

"I’m very pleased to see that you’re so motivated. You’ll report to me at this time every day in the future. You know the consequences of being late.” Chen Baiqi’s smile widened. In Qi Leren’s eyes, this was really a smile full of maliciousness. “As for breakfast, ask Sissi what she wants to eat and get me the same."

Sissi, who came out of the back room with a yawn, said sleepily, ”Flatbread fitters, thank you.“

Chen Baiqi had put an hourglass on the table and encouraged Qi Leren by saying, "Twenty minutes."

"It takes at least ten minutes to run from here to the market near the steel bridge!” cried Qi Leren.

Chen Baiqi glanced at the hourglass: “Nineteen minutes and fifty seconds. If you feel stressed, I can send a lovely dog to accompany you."

Accepting his fate, Qi Leren pushed open the door and started to run as if a three-headed hellhound was eyeing his chrysanthemum behind him—truly, this was the most terrible place.

Many years later, Qi Leren still remembered the dominating fear of buying breakfast. In a sense, this period of running for his life in the sunset was the worst time in his life. The shopkeepers in the bazaar remembered this wind-like man. He would rush to the booth with short messy hair right on time at about 6:10 every day to buy two breakfasts. If there were other people waiting in line, his bereavement and frequent glances at his watch would make people suspect that he was manic. The most dramatic time, when he was faced with a long queue, he had resolutely cut in line at the expense of paying for everyone else in the line and disappeared from everyone’s sight like an unscrupulous customer who ran out when faced with the bill.

—He runs faster than I did when I learned my wife was giving birth, a stall owner said.

—Once, he brought a three-headed hellhound to do his morning exercises and ran faster than usual, another vendor said.

—That boy is really handsome. If I’m slow at preparing cakes, he almost starts crying in his rush. It’s very distressing, a middle-aged female vendor fondly said.

People in the market speculated on his origin, but for a long time no one knew who he was, so the "6:10 rush to buy breakfast” was also included in the top ten incredible sights in the Village of Dusk. It’s worth mentioning that a new addition was also added to this list recently—why are there so many tombstones for Qi Leren on Undead Island?

However, Qi Leren, who monopolized these two items on the list, had no idea about his “unexpected popularity” because recently he was living a life that was like death. Chen Baiqi happily told him that because Maria’s holy light had blessed him, his body was very “resistant to exercise” and could accept more intensive training. She used this as an excuse to arrange an inhuman training regimen for Qi Leren.

Twenty minutes of hard running in the morning was just an appetizer. It was common to practice shooting at the same time. Even swimming from the Village of Dusk’s port to Undead Island was included in the daily training. Before finishing training every day, there was another “love lesson” by Chen Baiqi, which translates to “teaching you how to be hit by various weapons”. Even the day when you dislocated your right hand because of shooting practice, you were not spared.

At this time, Qi Leren realized that the training menu Ning Zhou had given him was too easy and that he was too gentle as a coach. Just look at the results of Chen Baiqi’s devil training: Within a week, when Qi Leren was chased by the three-headed hellhound outdoors, he was able to climb onto the roof without changing color, climbing faster than a monkey. If Chen Baiqi hadn’t forbidden him from doing anything to the dog, he would have jumped at the evil dog with a gun.

Yes, Qi Leren also learned to shoot, as taught by Chen Baiqi.

Before be taught, Chen Baiqi also asked him how much he knew about guns and which one he wanted to try.

Although he was a man, he wasn’t very interested in guns. He said, “I don’t play shooter games very much. How about a Desert Eagle? I’ve heard those are very powerful."

Chen Baiqi rolled her eyes: "You really do know nothing about guns."

Chen Baiqi recommended a revolver similar to a Smith Wesson 625, which had a large caliber, six-chambers, and convenient loading that wasn’t easy to jam. It was said that it was made by a gun fan, and that it couldn’t be mass-produced at present with the technological level of the Twilight Township. He earned a lot of survival days thanks to this skill.

Qi Leren took the strange gun and thought of the problem of the laptop transformer and charger. The craftsman who was still alive when he’d gone last time had been away on a task, and he may have come back now. He would go see about this after today’s training.

While training in the afternoon, Chen Baiqi had a whim to teach Qi Leren how to dive, or dive without any equipment to be exact, to exercise his breath-holding ability, compression resistance, and control of his heartbeat and breathing. Since his profession was that of an assassin, he couldn’t do without a well-trained heart.

Qi Leren listened in anguish to the main points about diving, put on the headlamp, and looked at the endless sea.

"I advocate that every player who focuses on the assassin’s route should learn to dive, because to be a good assassin he must learn to overcome his nervousness and fear. There’s no training that can train a person better than jumping into the sea alone to challenge your own limits. As you dive deeper and deeper, the light will decrease. In the end, only your own heartbeat will be left in the dark world. It will seem like your soul has escaped from your body and roamed in endless darkness. You will be isolated and helpless. Nothing can save you. You have to learn to rely on yourself. The water pressure in all directions will become stronger and stronger, but the oxygen in your lungs will become less and less, and death will become closer and closer to you, and you won’t even know what depth you’re diving to. You will feel fear, more and more fear, and fear will make your heart beat faster, oxygen consumption will increase dramatically, and you will die faster if you cannot overcome this fear.” Chen Baiqi looked at Qi Leren, who was shivering in the wind, and smiled happily.

“This area isn’t deep. You’ll go down and touch a shell. It’s very simple to do,” Chen Baiqi said.

Qi Leren said bitterly, “Can you tie a rope around me? What if I can’t come back up from the water?"

Chen Baiqi’s smile grew deeper, and her slender eyebrows made this smile even more malicious: "Don’t be afraid, it doesn’t matter if you don’t come up for a while, anyway. You’ll slowly float up after swelling a little in two days."

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Editor’s Notes: The next chapter may be a bit late, as I’ve had a hectic last couple weeks and unfortunately have fallen behind. I will try to avoid this though.

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