Vanguard of the Eternal Night

Chapter Ch78 - Unconvinced, Calling My Parents

translator: xiin

editor: kara

Victor had actually used a bit of his mother’s political power.

If he hadn’t been the son of the deputy governor, it was likely that his report wouldn’t have been accepted so quickly by the Second Star Province, let alone have that snake of a boss on the mineral planet resolved within half a year––the type of person who could afford to buy a planet was at the very least a giant reptile worth hundreds of billions in assets.

However, when he spoke to his family about this matter, Father Vic spoke very happily, “My Vic has grown up! You don’t know how happy your mommy is! She stuffed herself for supper yesterday and is still humming today!”

On the other side, there was a loud cough from Mother Vic.

Victor said, “But, in the end, I still had to ask my uncle for help... I wouldn’t have been able to deal with it all so smoothly if I had been born in another family.”

Father Vic said, “What kind of reasoning is this? People who are good-looking have the freedom to go and become stars, smart people are free to go do research, and it’s the same for those who are born with capital. You were born into our family, so why can’t you make use of your capital?”

“......” Victor conceded, “Dad, I can’t win against you.”

Father Vic laughed and said, “Alright, Dad knows that you have studied hard for the sake of doing something good. If the same kind of resources are in the hands of a rich playboy instead, the result would be different. Knowing that is good enough.”

Victor nodded, “Indeed. If I had taken an extra degree in law back then, the results would have been even better!”

Father Vic asked, “Is your company still running? Your mommy said that the idea is actually very good, and the pilot testing in the Earth District was also very successful. It’s actually very easy to promote it further.”

Victor replied, “I certainly agree if Mommy wants to promote it. If more works and creations are supported, I’ll also be able to get some of the glory...”

“What glory? Are you planning to come back and join the company?”

Victor faltered, “Ah, not quite...” In fact, I’m addicted to Lord Four’s fan materials and can’t extricate myself. If only the dog food producers could write 20,000 words a day, it would be great! It’s rare to find a ‘Lord Four x Representative’ text that insists that the CP is unshakeable!!!

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As could be seen from this matter, Victor was a school bully who couldn’t remain idle.

He’d always said that he wanted to be a field snail man, but in fact, he’d never succeeded. From becoming a legal representative at the start to trying to start a business later on, he’d finally, with much difficulty, managed to quit the position of president only to go and manage another person’s mining planet.

By this time, the mining planet boss’ career was almost over, and Victor had nothing to do, so he’d gone to research the magic formula at home.

As he studied and researched, he started feeling that it was necessary to verify whether his previous deductions were right or wrong––but how? Of course, he could only have a mage come and use it in order to verify if the formula was correct.

Two minutes later.

Victor grabbed his formula, went to the virtual arena, and created a mage character for himself with the ID ‘Hot Chocolate’.

He’d casually try two matches.

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Victor was not a person who knew how to compete in e-sports, but the ranking for this new account of his was also very low, and everyone else he encountered were also salted fish like him. His matches were known as ‘fish pond’ matches, which consisted of newbies and crappy players pecking at each other.

In this ranking segment, Victor used the magic formula to bully a group of novices, who only knew how to use system skills. It was like high school students using calculus to beat primary school students or a transmigrator using a nuclear weapon in order to unify the world...

One against a thousand! Being far better than everyone else!! The thrill of beating up children using an external plug-in was simply amazing!

“......”

There was a feeling of bullying a primary school student.

Victor was mortified and said, “Calling your parents when you can’t win. You’re the shameless one!”

Victor recorded the data he’d just tested, modified the formula so that it matched up with actual results, and then went back online to test the new formula.

And then, he was actually contacted by the little assassin’s big cousin––the big cousin’s ID was really called ‘Big Cousin’.

Big Cousin: “I’m sorry, small comrade.”

And, he sent over a duel request.

Victor wanted to try out the formula and accepted the request.

And then, poor Victor was abused by Big Cousin until he was completely muddleheaded. Even before he could figure out what was going on, he’d already fallen to the ground.

Victor: “......”

Big Cousin: “Cough, cough, an unequal contest brings no honor to the victor. Apologies.”

Little Vic’s competitive heart was stirred up, and he chased after him to say, “Don’t go. If you have the guts, don’t leave. I’m going to modify my formu... my tactics. Let’s have another match in five minutes!”

......

That was how it happened.

When Tyron came back from his morning exercise, what he saw was a Little Vic who was addicted to online gaming and couldn’t tear himself away.

Tyron: “......”

Why did this scene feel so familiar?

Tyron quietly moved his stool over to sit in front of Victor, staring at him with an inquiring gaze for a long time.

Ten minutes later, Victor came out of the virtual network with an unconvinced, dissatisfied expression. He copied out the formula at hand as he continued to modify it, gnashing his teeth as he said, “I don’t believe it! ... It can’t be like this...”

Then, he finally noticed Tyron looking at him expressionlessly.

The expression on Victor’s face changed immediately, “... Ah, when did you come back? In, in fact, there’s a reason why I’m online! Also, I promise that I have only played two matches, only two matches!”

Tyron said: “I heard that you no longer secretly snuck online ever since you turned seven.”

Victor pretended to be bashful and clarified, “Actually, I’m only six years and 218 months old this year...”

Tyron: “......”

He gave in.

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Ten minutes later, ‘Big Cousin’ received a message from ‘Hot Chocolate’, “You just wait! If you have guts, don’t leave! I’m calling my boyfriend over to deal with you!”

Big Cousin: “???”

Another five minutes later, a new assassin account with the ID ‘My Vic Is Six Years Old’ came over and didn’t say a single word before sending over a duel request.

Big Cousin: “Bro, is this necessary? How far is this back and forth going to go?”

My Vic Is Six Years Old: “We’ll talk about it after you win against me.”

The corner of Big Cousin’s mouth twitched. He could only accept the duel request first.

The two assassins stood there in the virtual arena, both of them using the default assassin appearance which kept their faces hidden.

In order to distinguish the two, the system had dyed Big Cousin’s coat black and painted My Vic Is Six Years Old’s cloak white.

One person in white and one in black didn’t bother with any nonsense words, standing firm as soon as the randomized map came out. They tacitly didn’t use stealth when the countdown ended and charged in directly to exchange attacks.

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Two seconds after the first clash, Big Cousin watched blankly as his opponent vanished in front of his eyes, leaving only a piece of cold light that flashed and disappeared, and instinctively shouted, “Damn!!!”

He hadn’t even finished his ‘damn’ when Tyron’s aerial combo had already reached the fourteenth strike, draining his health completely.

Other than that first hit, Big Cousin had been completely unable to land an attack on his white-cloaked assassin opponent. He cried out as he died, unconvinced, “Hold on! You used a plug-in!!!”

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Tyron looked at him the way one would look at someone who was mentally challenged and was too lazy to speak back. He directly sent him another duel request instead.

When the two of them fought the second match, Big Cousin immediately went into stealth as soon as the match began.

His stealth technique was a little better than his close-combat technique, but it wasn’t really useful at all.

Tyron’s expression was cold the whole time. The ID ‘My Vic Is Six Years Old’ hovered over his head as he stood there like a great devil, holding his two blades and waiting in place.

When Big Cousin suddenly attacked, Tyron reflexively stabbed back, still managing to land his hit first and directly sending Big Cousin flying.

“Damn...” Big Cousin cried out again. After that, he finally used a relatively rarely-seen technique to try and come at Tyron from behind and launch a counter attack––

However, it was still useless. At most, it made Tyron waste another two or three seconds.

Tyron didn’t use any of his famous skills. He used his two blades at speeds that were almost at the limit and left dazzling lights in the viewers’ eyes to create combos that left Big Cousin beaten into pieces.

To be honest, when faced with other professions, Tyron wouldn’t be so straightforward and use the most simple and violent solution, but when they were both assassins...

Was there anyone in this world who could compare to Tyron when it came to their familiarity with the assassin profession? This wasn’t a joking matter.

It was precisely because of this familiarity, this extreme understanding, that Tyron would often understand everything about his opponent whenever they happened to be an assassin.

No assassin could keep any secrets before his gaze.

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Finally, Big Cousin said, “I acknowledge defeat! Stop! Where did you buy these external plug-ins? Please introduce it to me...”

Tyron: “Are plug-ins even required in order to deal with you?”

Big Cousin was so angered by this that his eyes started to protrude.

His younger cousin said, “I don’t believe it! I can count all the assassins who can win against my big cousin in the Second Star Province on one hand! What kind of spring onion or garlic are you? You must be using a plug-in––if you have the ability, then take your plug-in to fight in the provincial competitions!”

The plug-in screening system in the provincial competitions was very strict. Nobody had been able to come up with any black technology and use plug-ins during the provincial competitions in the past 100 years or so––this was why he would say such a thing.

Tyron still used the same words, “With just you?”

His gaze only stopped on the younger cousin for a single second, but when the latter was suddenly confronted with a master assassin’s aura, he was frightened enough to cry and run off with a wail.

Big Brother was busy chasing after his younger cousin as he said, “Sigh, if you have something to say, then say it. There’s no need to bully other people’s younger cousins... If you have the ability, then wait until I’m finished with tomorrow’s match. We can change servers and duel again!”

Tyron: “......”

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Big Cousin was very happy when he spoke these harsh words, but he was not so happy later when he was faced with reality.

The next day, when the two of them met again on the competition stage, the scene was incredibly awkward.

The host made the introductions. Today was the third round of the group stage matches, and the two players both happened to be assassins. They were, respectively: Contestant Odin vs Contestant Cardinal.

At this moment, the two assassins standing behind the host looked at each other in silence for a moment.

Cardinal suddenly whispered in a tentative voice, “’My Vic Is Six Years Old’?”

Tyron: “... Come again?”

Cardinal: “You, you, you... Your Vic Is Six Years Old!”

Tyron: “......”

Tyron felt like he was seeing a younger generation assassin trembling and quivering in front of him.

After he’d become a master assassin, he’d taught many assassin youngsters. After these brats and little demons arrived in front of him, they soon became honest and obedient.

This was probably because, in the eyes of these youngsters, the master assassin’s silence was profound, cold, and controlled... He would sometimes deliberately make himself appear stern, then scold the younger generation, and watch them really tremble.

In fact, perhaps... a bad hobby like bullying children... was really quite hard to correct.