Defeating Magic Chapter 19: “Want you.”

Chapter 19: “Want you.” 

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Kiramekineko

 

Zhou Yan was hit by this “friendly greeting” that made his legs weak, and although he used inhibitors, he could not stand his gland being licked in this way. The perpetrator was acting like he was a cowhide stick.

Zhou Yan could not stand it anymore, grabbed his hand and struggled hard, then pushed it hard, directly dropping Luo Futu down the stairs. He sat on the stairs with his neck covered, panting, but watching Luo Futu roll down was very painful inside.

Although the steps were not high, the lesson had to be given, so that this dog alpha understood in whose hands he was now. How dare you touch the back of his neck… he was simply tired of living.

“Sorry, my hand slipped a bit. I’m not quite used to the way you greet each other.”

Luo Futu sat at the bottom of the stairs for a long time, and suddenly laughed in a low voice, surprisingly feeling that he was truly pleased, like a pervert.

Zhou Yan looked at him expressionlessly. “You are quite happy.”

Luo Futu raised his eyes to look at him. “Revengeful, ruthlessness… I really like you more and more.”

He said it so sincerely that Zhou Yan couldn’t tell whether it was a compliment or a mockery. But with the light, Zhou Yan suddenly saw Luo Futu’s bandaged arm, and his heart softened again. In the face of those two mystics, and Luo Futu’s ability to lose, or for their own sake, now this seemed a bit wrong to him.

Zhou Yan stared at him for a while, then suddenly got up and walked down the stairs to Luo Futu. “Your arm…”

Luo Futu looked at him quietly and Zhou Yan compromised, “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have scolded you. But don’t touch the back of my neck again, understand? Are you happy to make a lose-lose situation like this?” He said, crouching with his back to him and then patting himself on the back. “Come on.”

Luo Futu stared at the back of Zhou Yan’s neck, his eyes darkened slightly, and he ambled onto Zhou Yan’s back. “What I want is not an apology from you.”

“What do you want?”

Luo Futu gave a light laugh. “I want you.”

“…” How pretentious. 

Zhou Yan naturally did not believe it, and only thought he was deliberately trying to upset him. He grabbed Luo Futu’s waist and tried to stand up, while saying, “Don’t say such frivolous things.”

Luo Futu raised his eyebrows slightly—naturally he wanted him, he was attractive, not only from an alpha’s point of view or to an omega’s evaluation. Never mind, it was always like that, everyone believed him when he was full of lies, but no one believed him when he was telling the truth.

Zhou Yan climbed out of the basement with Luo Futu on his back, put him on a chair and sat down opposite him. “But I’m still curious, what exactly is the high priest, can you explain?”

Zhou Yan did not have the opportunity to figure out the regime system of this world, so he could only look for a breakthrough from Luo Futu. Things had been blown up into a mess, but Zhou Yan still poured two cups of water.

Luo Futu looked at him sideways. “Of course. Anyone who is a subject of the Zedoary Continent should know that the word high priest represents absolute power.”

—so why on earth didn’t Zhou Yan know that?

“In that case, you are now being hunted down because you are involved in a power struggle?”

Luo Futu said lazily, as if he didn’t want to talk about it, “You could say that.”

However, Zhou Yan was not interested in the power struggle. “So… As a high priest, what exactly is it that you worship?”

Luo Futu said, “Naturally, it’s God.”

“God?” That kind of nebulous thing? Zhou Yan thought it was incredible. “So now society is still ruled by theology? So backward…”

“Backward?” Luo Futu’s tone was not good.

Zhou Yan paused and looked at Luo Futu. “Are you unhappy again?”

The latter didn’t say anything, so Zhou Yan explained in a calm tone, “I don’t mean to criticize you, what I’m aiming at is the social system. Absolute power leads to absolute superstition, and absolute superstition leads to universal ignorance… The essence of theological rule is deception, which will generally confuse the masses with words and brainwash them, and this regime transfers people’s faith to vain impressions, which is not scientific.”

Luo Futu remained silent.

“Whether one believes in a specific person superstitiously or in a nebulous god, it is a sign of laziness. Laziness to think, laziness to fight for one’s future, just mechanical obedience to the orders of those in authority. If all people in a society place their fate on others, these people are paralyzed, the society is sick, and it is doomed to fail to move forward. A competent ruler should seek change.”

Luo Futu listened to him quietly, then smiled coldly at him. “Do you know what your behavior is called now?”

In one word, heretical. No one had ever dared to say that in front of him.

But he had to admit that when Zhou Yan said this, he felt as if Zhou Yan’s whole person was glowing again, and he couldn’t help but be attracted. He seemed to be the embodiment of absolute sanity and justice, treacherous, but radiant.

Zhou Yan paused and finally swallowed his next words. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t tell you this.”

He even presumed to use modern ideas to change a ruler under a theocracy, so wouldn’t he want Luo Futu to overthrow his own regime? When you think about it, the absurdity was indeed his.

No one could change a world.

It’s not that Zhou Yan didn’t want to change the environment, he had ambitions and made efforts, he tried to distribute high-yielding seeds to everyone, tried to spread advanced cultivation techniques, tried to give them inhibitors, told them that the estrus period was controllable… But the results were obvious. He failed, and no one wanted to accept it.

They continued to grow those useless crocus flowers—despite the fact that there was not even a mystic here, and the crowd pinned their hopes on a nebulous profession. The estrus period was still in accordance with nature—although some people may not want to, everyone around in the estrus period would find a random person to mate with, and gradually the reluctant part also compromised.

Mystic…

Zhou Yan did not understand why they were so superstitious about these mystics, but one could imagine what kind of worship it was for a mystic leader like the high priest. Even if he was the ruler, he still had to conform to the times.

Zhou Yan was just disappointed and then became negative. After so many years, he couldn’t even change the people around him, who else could he change? No one was willing to accept his scientific theories, no one dared to take that step, and he became known far and wide as the “weirdo”.

Let’s just leave it at that.

Luo Futu noticed Zhou Yan’s change of mood and was a bit puzzled. “What do you want?”

Zhou Yan was silent for a moment and then shook his head.

Luo Futu stared at him for a long time. “I believe in my own vision: you are not a person who is willing to be ordinary, you have the talent to change the world.”

Zhou Yan seemed to have heard some words that were considered taboo, and was silent for a long time before he spoke again. His voice was soft as if he was saying to himself, “You’re looking at it wrong, that’s none of my business.”

Luo Futu frowned, he understood that Zhou Yan was refusing to communicate. But he did not understand. Why was this the case? Zhou Yan had always been reasonable, rarely would such capricious emotions appear.

Zhou Yan got up and left the house, and Luo Futu watched him leave. His mood became a little worse, and a cold chill of pain came from his injured arm, leaving him in no mood to think about it further.

Zhou Yan went to the basement and dragged the two mystic bodies up, pulled them out on a crate, and buried them at the foot of the hill behind the yard. Luo Futu saw this scene from the window and was even more upset—he had this good heart to sympathize with Thomas’ people, but was so strict with himself.

When Zhou Yan returned to the house, Luo Futu couldn’t help but say, “You still do prayers for them?”

Zhou Yan looked at him and shook his head suspiciously. “No, I never pray, I’m not a Christian.” He revealed the spine of a thick book he was holding and said, “I was just wishing that the Code would forgive their sins.”

“…” Luo Futu was dumbfounded. “What?”

Zhou Yan patted the thick brick-like book in his hand. “The code, the legal provisions. This is what I have memorized, and it is also my faith.”

There was no law in this world, and there was no code of law, so Zhou Yan had to memorize one by himself.

“Faith?”

Zhou Yan glanced at him. “People should have faith.”

When he graduated, his instructor had told him that extreme materialists like him lacked reverence, had no faith, had no taboos about anything, and were prone to the path of perversion and crime. To avoid going astray, Zhou Yan then found a faith, that is, the law. The law was the most reliable faith, more reliable than any god.

“In short, maybe it’s not unreasonable to have a karmic cycle or something.”

Although he still would believe it until now, if the law was broken as the cause and punished by the law as the result, this explanation he could accept.

“How strange…” Luo Futu narrowed his eyes at him. “Isn’t that a Buddhist theory? You don’t believe in God but you believe in this?”

Zhou Yan put the codex on the cabinet and froze for a moment—he didn’t want to believe in it either, but his instructor told him that extreme materialists were dangerous, and without the discipline of the mind, he was always worried that he would become a criminal.

“Is that so? Then I’ll start believing in Buddha from today.”

Luo Futu froze. “So rash?”

God knows they were arguing about gods and godlessness a second ago.

“So what else, kill a chicken, slaughter a cow, and invite a banquet to tell everyone that I believe in Buddha? Buddha is a compassionate god, not so calculating, the odds are that those who have to perform elaborate rituals to accept believers are evil gods. Only human beings are in awe of things like rituals and want others to be in awe, not because they have done something good to be embraced by believers, which is not good when you think about it…”

Luo Futu agrees with this point. “Since you understand this, you should also understand that people who really do good things do not care whether their names are good or not, sometimes the better the name, the more likely they are to do disgusting things. Those so-called saints and immortals are not good things.”

Zhou Yan realized that he was connoting the two factions that opposed their Witch Spirits, and said he did not expect this guy to be a tea master: tea in tea, he clearly meant that their three schools were all evil religions. Ok.

Zhou Yan nodded. “You are part of the system that says why people are not good.”

Luo Futu then asked him, “Do you know what a raw sacrifice is?”

Zhou Yan slightly froze—this word does not sound good. However Luo Futu suddenly shut his mouth, turned his face to the window, his eyes fell on the foot of the mountain where he had buried the two mystics, and he coolly said, “Forget it, I do not need to explain so much to you.”

…This guy, how to start to make trouble again.

“Don’t say only half of it to whet people’s appetite, okay?”

Luo Futu glanced at him and still refused. “I don’t want to brainwash you with ‘words’—even if you choose to side with Thomas.”

This man was so vindictive.

Zhou Yan thought for half a day before saying, “What makes you think that? I’ve never even met Thomas, so why should I take his side?”

“You are so kind to his dogs, and you even set up their graves, but you call me a devil. Don’t you think they are better than me?”

Zhou Yan had to comfort him. “You think too much, I think you are all bad.”

“…Thank you, thank you for treating me the same as those idiots and classifying me as trash.”

Zhou Yan was silent for a while and explained again, “No, I don’t blame you guys, I mean, it’s because the current social system is not good. The political system based on the theological system should be overthrown and a New Deal established.”

“…That’s enough. Stop talking. I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist biting you again if you go on.”