Defeating Magic Chapter 2: A Continent With Magic  

Chapter 2: A Continent With Magic  

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Kiramekineko

Zhou Yan had lived on this street for quite a few years, and no one dared to mess with him—because they couldn’t afford to. Kohl Town was not safe, although there was a police station, the police were lazy most of the time: it’s a sham.

In Kohl Town, the fist was the most effective thing.

Zhou Yan was a scientific researcher, he had a well-developed brain and simple limbs, but he was also a researcher and an alpha. He was proficient in using a gun or martial arts.

It was a pity that there were no mecha in this world, and he would be able to go to the sky immediately after giving him one. But because Zhou Yan was usually not very aggressive, as long as someone was not in front of his house causing trouble, he would not take the initiative to find trouble, so he got along quite well with the surrounding neighbors.

They just forgot that Zhou Yan said that from his front door to the two ends of the alley, the area within sight was considered “his doorstep” and no one was allowed to be wild in the vicinity.

Zhou Yan’s words were true: today if they did not get into his territory, he would not have done anything. He was very reluctant to step in since not minding his own business meant he’d have  to wrap everything up, and it was especially a waste of time.

For example, Xiao Ban had kindly reminded him before he left that the alpha who was smashed in the head was very difficult to deal with, and then there was this “Shortcake” in front of him. Zhou Yan did not know what to do with him.

Since he was saved from the alpha, “Shortcake” was clutching the blanket draped over him like a lifeline, cowering in the corner with a pair of big black eyes staring at Zhou Yan, as if he wanted to say something, but repeatedly hesitated to say anything.

Zhou Yan had no desire to speak of his own accord, and he was not very concerned about other people’s affairs.

“Thank you…”

A very small thank you came from the corner, in the omegas estrus’ characteristic trill voice. But because Zhou Yan was not talking to him, “Shortcake” also did not know how to continue the conversation. Omegas in daily life were always used to being a passive party, and suddenly trying to take the initiative to find a topic, of course, was something he was not used to. Perhaps because he didn’t smell like pheromones, he misunderstood that he was a beta, so “Shortcake” seemed to be in a relaxed mood.

Zhou Yan heard him muttering, “What the hell are you doing…”

Zhou Yan picked up the prepared potions, divided them one by one, sealed them and put them into a thick leather box. The last batch of inhibitors were used up, so he made a new one. It was winter now, so these extra potions would be buried in the snow to keep for a longer period of time.

The inhibitors had the shortest shelf life of all the potions and basically had to be frozen, while some were kept in a cool place in the yard—this was why Zhou Yan did not allow strangers near his house. If they accidentally break a bottle or two, he would probably not be able to resist killing someone. It didn’t matter when it came to summer, Zhou Yan had a homemade generator and a small refrigerator, enough for him to use.

“The…” “Shortcake” stared at him for half a day, perhaps to see him in and out. He had been pouring things into these bottles and jars, and now only had the back of his head to him, and he finally could not help but want to say something. “My name is Bai Yueqing, thank you for saving me…”

When he said this, Zhou Yan happened to turn around, scaring him into swallowing back his next words. Zhou Yan was holding a syringe in his hand, the tip of the needle had a drop of medicine coming out of it and the pink liquid rolled down along the slender syringe needle.

Bai Yueqing had never seen a syringe, but his omega’s keen instincts told him that the long needle in the other’s hand was very unsafe.

Zhou Yan, as if he hadn’t heard what he said before, raised his eyebrows slightly at him. “You’re in estrus?”

This kind of straightforward question was very embarrassing, especially since the one he was questioning was a delicate omega. Bai Yueqin’s face flushed red as he lowered his head in silence. He whispered sophomorically, “It was not my initiative. I was affected by someone’s pheromone.”

His voice faintly revealed a trace of aggression.

Zhou Yan understood. If attacked by the alpha’s pheromone, it seems that omegas may indeed passively enter their estrus state, which did not belong to their periodic estrus, and could be counted as a pseudo-estrus. The alpha’s crime seemed to be bigger.

Zhou Yan walked up to him with the syringe. “Hold out your arm.”

Bai Yueqing looked at him uncertainly, looked a little hesitant, but finally put out his arm.

Zhou Yan squeezed his slender wrist and used an alcohol cotton ball to gently rub the location of the vein in the crook of his arm. “I’m going to give you a shot of inhibitors, it will hurt a little.”

Zhou Yan was a little more patient with omegas, and regardless of the way the people on the Zedoary Continent treated them, he inevitably retained some of his old habits. The education he received since he was a child was to be a gentleman to the omegas, and the omegas in this world were treated the same.

Bai Yueqing felt a cool, silky touch on his arm, and he couldn’t help but look at Zhou Yan two more times before nodding his head quietly—but what were inhibitors?

The needle inserted into the blood vessels actually hurt, Bai Yueqing endured it without making a sound, but when that wonderful-looking pink liquid was pushed into his body a little, he suddenly felt his eyelids become heavy.

Perhaps one should not be so trusting of a person who was meeting for the first time? Despite the fact that he saved his life…

When Bai Yueqing was thinking, Zhou Yan had already finished the injection, skillfully pulling out the needle, pressing the cotton ball on the area, and asking, “Tell me your address, and I’ll notify your family to come and pick you up.”

Bai Yueqing thought about it and reported an address, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier. Zhou Yan saw this and was about to get up, but was grabbed by Bai Yueqing. “You haven’t told me what your name is.”

Zhou Yan felt funny in his heart. “Take a nap, and once you wake up, go home.”

Bai Yueqing was indeed very sleepy, but he felt that the matter of the name was also very important, he could not not know the name of his savior… He stubbornly asked, “You tell me first.”

Zhou Yan looked at him in silence, not wanting to take the initiative to make friends. And he had added some sedative potion to the inhibitor that would help the omega calm down as soon as possible from that frightening escape just now, and he should be asleep soon.

So Bai Yueqing finally didn’t get Zhou Yan’s answer, his head lolled and he fell asleep against the cushion.

This let Zhou Yan relax a little. He was not very good at dealing with omegas. They were a fragile creature similar to silken tofu, and touching a little corner may lead to the entire thing disintegrating. It was better to respect them and stay away.

…

Maybe not now, but it was always better to be cautious.

Zhou Yan sat down at his desk and wrote on a piece of paper, “Your son is with me, come and get him.”

Kohl Town doesn’t have a telephone—they don’t even have electricity, they use candles at night—so it’s not as easy to send messages. The people here have a special way of transmitting messages, and each family keeps a strange-looking bird, which was used to transmit messages. Zhou Yan thought that it was rather primitive but inventful. Even if it was a strange place, as long as the special ink was written on paper, the bird would be able to find a place to send the letter, the bird looked like a small falcon, and people here called it a “carrier pigeon”.

This was definitely not a pigeon, okay? Pigeons don’t look like this.

Pigeons were using the principle of magnetic fields to send letters, and could only take off and land in familiar locations, flying directly to where pen and paper touched. It was nonsense. But the “pigeon” did its job and the accuracy of the delivery rate was as high as 99%, better than some courier services. This was not scientific.

Zhou Yan was so curious that he wanted to dissect a “carrier pigeon” to study its brain structure, but Xiao Ban happened to see it and hastily discouraged him. They regard carrier pigeons as spiritual beings and say that if they get their blood on their hands, no more pigeons would deliver letters.

That would indeed become a problem, and out of balance, he gave up. But because he wanted to dissect the pigeon, Zhou Yan became even weirder in the eyes of everyone.

After the pigeon flew away, Zhou Yan was just about to take a break when he suddenly heard someone knocking hard on the door of his house outside, and when he looked out through the window glass, he saw a group of aggressive guys stopped outside the gate, looking like they wanted to break in. In the early years, there were also people who were not used to Zhou Yan and gathered a group of people to fight with him, but they were either subdued by him with his fists or by him with his high-tech products. He was slightly puzzled for a few seconds, but soon remembered what Xiao Ban had told him earlier, that the alpha he had beaten and bled was very difficult to deal with.

He wanted to see how difficult it was.

Zhou Yan was not a person who was afraid of trouble, he even had the ability to be a troublemaker. But when Zhou Yan pushed the door out, the group of people gathered at his door took a big step backwards in unison.

…

It was kind of funny.

No one took the initiative to speak up, so Zhou Yan had to ask, “What’s up?”

A woman mustered up the courage to come forward, squeaked half a day, and said in a hard tone, “You beat up my son, and you have the nerve to ask me?”

“Which one is your son?”

The woman was still a little afraid of Zhou Yan, and when she heard him say this, she was furious. She pulled a young man behind her and pointed at him. “That’s him!”

It was an alpha with white gauze wrapped around his head and blood seeping out of the gauze, looking quite injured. Zhou Yan stared him up and down, and his expression didn’t even change. “Sorry, I don’t remember you.”

The alpha was afraid of Zhou Yan and said in a low voice, “This morning… You used a broom…”

Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows. “Oh, so it’s you.”

Hearing Zhou Yan say this, the woman at the beginning suddenly said, “Since you recognize him, then how are you going to take responsibility for this?”

Zhou Yan said expressionlessly, “I haven’t thought about it.”

Zhou Yan completely enraged her and she angrily yelled, “Don’t think you can get rid of us so easily?”

“Then what do you want, to beat me up?” Zhou Yan paused and continued, “Or do you want me to pay you two bags of summer wheat?”

The woman’s face turned red as if she was embarrassed by the revelation of her mind, but she couldn’t refuse the tempting offer. He was right, that was the purpose of their visit today to seek justice.

Zhou Yan was not only a notoriously bad guy on this street, but also a notoriously rich man who seemed to have an endless supply of food. That’s right, food. At this time of the year, the most valuable thing in Kohl Town was not money, but food.

The most common grain eaten here was called summer wheat, but the yield was so low that even if one planted a mountain of summer wheat, they wouldn’t be able to harvest much in the fall, not to mention that the planting area of grain on the Zedoary Continent was still limited.

Zhou Yan’s summer wheat was so powerful that the yield was almost five times that of ordinary wheat. No one knew how he grew it. Anyway, this guy must have a lot of summer wheat at home.

It was not that no one had thought about robbing Zhou Yan, but they couldn’t even get into his house, let alone know where his grain was actually piled up, so this path wouldn’t work.

Zhou Yan suddenly sneered twice. “If I had told you that your purpose was this, I wouldn’t have wasted so much time. If I remember correctly, I gave you some seeds of summer wheat at the beginning of the year. If you plant them properly, you will not have to starve to death.” He took two steps closer to the woman. “Unless, you took the seeds I gave you and made them into bread.”

Zhou Yan knew that the food yield here was not high, and early on he produced a batch of high-yielding seeds through genetic optimization, and he used to distribute the seeds to his neighbors, but then he realized that their real problem was not the seeds, but their unwillingness to grow food at all. They preferred to grow a plant called fenugreek, then pick the flowers and go to a special exchange location in exchange for wheat.

The only bad thing was that there was almost no exchange activity in the second half of the year, which caused many people to save money until the next spring. In Zhou Yan’s opinion, this exchange method was not only unreasonable but also incomprehensible—where did the government get so much summer wheat for the common people to exchange? Can they produce it themselves?

The woman was poked and prodded, and she was speechless. She did hear that the summer wheat seeds used by Zhou Yan were different from the ordinary summer wheat seeds, but not much different at all. They once also sowed the seeds in the soil, but, since they did not grow quickly, after that, they never wanted to use those wheat seeds again!

Even if Zhou Yan was willing to give them summer wheat, the women were not satisfied. They know, Zhou Yan, in times of hardship, gave food to the people around, but he had always saved it for an emergency. He had only given out enough wheat to feed them, but if the name of compensation was different, they could lionize, and could get more!

Before she could finish calculating the little things in her heart, she was called back to her senses by Zhou Yan’s cold, icy voice. “You have two minutes to leave now. Otherwise, don’t blame me for not being polite.”

Zhou Yan no longer wanted to emphasize that the alpha’s behavior was criminal, nor did he want to preach. Seeing this group of primitive people who even ate seeds had made him angry, and to them, fists were more effective than preaching.

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