Halk

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Joined February 2015

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Halk @y_true

about 2 months ago

@kaoming775 It is not whether tights or no tights make the image more appealing, but rather, the idea that she chose to forgo the tights and decided to pose like that anyways.

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Halk @y_true

11 months ago

@ChibiReviews Say no more king

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Lucius Seneca @TheLuciusSeneca

over 1 year ago

Jobless Red Carpet - English Translation Redundancy Volume 3 #MushokuTensei #無職転生 1. "Year 499" Armored Dragon Calendar, Year 499. Eighteen years after the death of Rudeus Greyrat. Deep within an nameless forest in the northern part of the Central Continent, a man was running. Sweat clung to his forehead, his breathing ragged. His appearance was unremarkable—dressed as an ordinary merchant, with no distinct features to set him apart. As he ran, he repeatedly glanced behind him, fleeing deeper and deeper into the forest. Yes, he was running away. From what? From the bloodlust pursuing him from behind. The sensation was silent, devoid of any chilling aura, yet he could feel something was undeniably closing in. "...Oh, God!" Muttering under his breath, he clutched a dagger bearing the emblem of the Asura Kingdom inside his coat. It looked like any other dagger, but to those with a discerning eye, it was immediately clear—this was not something a mere merchant should possess. He was a spy. One of several agents sent to infiltrate the Ogre God Empire, which had taken control of northern Central Continent. Founded just a few years prior, the Ogre God Empire had conquered the north within two decades and was now poised to surge westward—toward the Asura Kingdom. As long as the Upper Jaw of the Red Dragon remained, not even a powerful empire could invade the Asura Kingdom. Or so it was thought. But the Ogre God Empire had a secret strategy. And the man had obtained information on that secret. He had obtained it. That was why he was being hunted. All means of communication had been destroyed, and he had no choice but to flee with the information himself. He had been detected at the border and forced to escape into the forest. His pursuer was none other than the Ogre God Empire’s most feared enforcer—the executioner of traitors. A special military police officer of the Ogre God Empire’s Second Army. The “Shadow-Chasing Demon.” A notorious member of the infamous Superd tribe. Luicelia Superdia. The man knew. He had spent years gathering intelligence on the Ogre God Empire—he knew. No one had ever escaped her pursuit. Whether deserters, traitors, or spies, she hunted them all down without fail. Perhaps, if it were only her, some might have had a chance. Escaping the eye of a Superd was no easy task, but ultimately, their vision was still a biological function. There were ways to deceive it, countermeasures as numerous as the stars. But the Shadow-Chasing Demon had a shadow. A shadow that cast no form, yet followed relentlessly. The “Shadowless Phantom.” The man did not know who or what it was. Until just a few days ago, he had dismissed it as a mere rumor. But now, he knew. Something unseen was aiding the Shadow-Chasing Demon in her pursuit. Otherwise, this situation made no sense. Otherwise, his very presence should not have been discovered. Otherwise, they shouldn’t have been able to catch up to him. "Ugh... haah... gah..." They were still closing in from behind. He heard nothing, but after years of living as a spy, he knew when he was being hunted. And he was beginning to realize— (I can't escape...) He had no choice. His only option was to ambush her, strike first, and turn the tables. Against Luicelia who had captured and killed countless spies. Against the Shadow-Chasing Demon, who had never once failed. "Haa... fuu..." The man stopped running, pressing his back against a tree, exhaling deeply. "Hmm?" That was when he noticed it. Amidst the dense forest stood a solitary house—one that looked as if it belonged in a town rather than in the wilderness. An old house, yet well-maintained, not falling into decay. "....." He approached the house. It was strange for a house to be in such a place, but he thought he could use it. An ambush would be easier inside than in the open forest. Yet as he got closer, he felt a deep unease. There were no doors. Not even windows. "...No way." His heart pounded. He had heard the rumors. About the secret laboratories of the Great Mage, Rudeus Greyrat, who had died over more than a decade ago. They said he had conducted forbidden research in hidden labs accessible only by teleportation magic circles. They said that the research he left behind was vast, and whoever obtained it would inherit great wisdom. Some even speculated that the Ogre God Empire’s meteoric rise was due to acquiring that knowledge. Using magic, the man created a hole just large enough for a person to crawl through. He shoved his head inside, twisted his body, and forced his way in. Summoning a spirit of light to illuminate the space, he cautiously advanced deeper. A desk, bookshelves, some kind of magic tools... On the desk lay a note, detailing information about automatons—older models. No doubt about it. This was one of Rudeus Greyrat’s secret laboratories. A glimmer of hope flickered across the man’s face. If this was a secret lab, then there must be a teleportation circle. All over the world, teleportation circles had lost their power about a dozen years ago, but perhaps... perhaps this one still worked. But then, the man’s eyes landed on something. A book. One he had seen only once in the Royal Archive of the Asura Kingdom. If it had been just any book, he wouldn't have thought much of it. But it bore a number. Twenty-Nine. In the Royal Archive, a legendary collection of fifty-two volumes existed—except for one missing volume. The lost book of the "Rudeus Chronicles." "This is..." The moment he reached for it— "Ugh...!" A groan escaped his lips. His hands trembled as he looked down. Something was protruding from his chest. A white spearhead. He hadn't noticed. She had been too far away. He should have had time to set his ambush. He turned around. There, standing silently, was a woman exuding a quiet and murderous aura. She held a short spear—one that had already pierced his chest. That was the last thing he ever saw. "Hmph." As the woman pulled out her spear, the man's body collapsed. After confirming that his life had faded, she flicked her spear with a sharp motion, sending the blood on its tip flying. The blood traced an arc through the air before splattering—not on the wall, but on the face of a man who had, at some point, appeared at the wall’s edge. Had he been there all along, or had he not? The man, whose presence was so faint it was almost imperceptible, stood illuminated by the light spirit, grinning eerily. ★ ★ ★ "Luicelia." "What?" "What was that for?" The man, suddenly splattered with blood, let out a wry smile and protested. It was only natural. There was no need to spray a comrade with blood after taking down an enemy. "My bad… But Ars always said that looking cool after a fight is important." Luicelia pouted as she spoke. "Looking cool only works when there’s someone to see it." "You’re here." "You don’t splash blood on the person you want to impress." With that, the man pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping his face. "Still, I thought we were being ambushed, but he just froze up. That was disappointing." "Yeah." "But to think there's one even here… a secret lab from Rudeus Greyrat." "Uncle sure loved building secret bases. Whenever I’m on a mission you, Henry, we tend to find them a lot." "Well, we do go deep into forests often." Henry. That was the real name of the man—Henry Macedonius. He was cursed with the ability to be ‘unnoticeable to others.’ Henry was Luicelia’s partner, and he is an expert in gathering intelligence, making full use of this trait. His curse was powerful—no one could recognize him. No one could remember him. Any potential enemy who laid eyes on him would instantly forget his existence. A perfect spy, unseen and unheard. However, a curse is always a double-edged sword. He usually wore a mask to suppress it, but once removed, even most people who had met him before would fail to recall his face or name. Even his family—only his mother could truly recognize him. Even his father struggled to perceive his presence. One might wonder why the Ogre God Empire accepted such a dubious individual… It was because his grandmother was connected to the Greyrat family. Not that it helped—she, too, couldn’t remember that Henry was her grandson… Even within the Ogre God Empire, there were few who could recognize Henry. However, the Superd race, with their third eye, had a unique way of perceiving the world. Luicelia was one of the rare individuals who could remember Henry’s face. On the other hand, few people were suited to support Luicelia—who, despite her tribe’s formidable combat and tracking abilities, had inherited her father’s inflexibility and her mother’s clumsiness. It was only natural that the two became a team. Like a pot finding its perfect lid, their teamwork was seamless. Henry would infiltrate enemy ranks, gather intelligence, locate their positions, and Luicelia would strike. Together, they had overcome countless hardships and taken down many foes. "Oh, this." Henry picked up a book the man he had been pursuing had been holding. A number was written in “Silent’s Cypher”—『29』. "It's the 29th volume of Rudeus' Chronicles." "And? What’s with volume 29?" "It's a legendary lost volume. This one was never copied, and it's been missing. The Asura Kingdom has been desperately searching for it. Even the President (Orsted) is collecting these—if we bring it back, we might get a bonus." "That’s great. So, what’s written in it? Read it." "Alright, alright." Pressed by Luicelia, Henry opened the book. As a spy, he handled a vast amount of information and was fluent in numerous languages. Naturally, he could also read and write in Silent’s Cypher—Japanese. "Let’s see… 'Now that I’ve finally had time to reflect and calmed down, I want to talk about my greatest mistake in life, as well as the rampage of my son, Ars Greyrat, and my sister, Aisha Greyrat'…" At those words, Henry and Luicelia exchanged glances. Ars and Aisha. Names they both knew all too well. ★ ★ ★ To be continued in the published volume!