Defeating Magic Chapter 7: From Today Onwards You Will be Called Blackie 

Chapter 7: From Today Onwards You Will be Called Blackie 

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Kiramekineko

Zhou Yan finally took the black-robed man from the basement to the bedroom with great effort, and his back was soaked with exhaustion. Zhou Yan threw him on the bed, crossed his arms and gasped for breath.

In fact, according to his original idea, he wanted to throw him on the floor. Why would he let this dirty body sleep in his bed? No way! But now the situation had changed, he wanted to learn more about his secrets from the mouth of this black robe, could not let him live or die regardless, to be safe, he had to let him sleep on the bed.

This was the only bed in his house, damn it.

The black-robed man apparently did not realize how displeased Zhou Yan was that he slept on his own spring bed; his whole spirit was now focused on the bed beneath him. The special spring cushion made him bounce up and down a few times after he fell on it, and the feeling was so subtle that he was widening his eyes in amazement and exclaiming, “Your things are so interesting here.”

He found everything here interesting, from the basement to the upper floors, looking at everything felt new. For example, the orbs embedded in the walls, emitting various colors of light, such as a talking doll running around the floor, and the warmth that invaded his entire body just after entering the room… These things should not appear in a supine home.

This prototype glowing thing does not look like some kind of stone, but a cloud of light covered with a crystal.

Zhou Yan casually picked up the towel on the table to wipe his sweat, and seeing his strange expression, he asked, “What are you thinking about again?”

The black-robed man stared at the light bulb above his head and asked curiously, “What is this?”

Hearing this question, Zhou Yan surprisingly felt a little surprised, he had been here for so long, in fact, the Fifth Street people were curious about his home furnishings, but none of them asked him. “This is an electric light.”

The black-robed man caught the key word. “Electric? Thunderbolt? You have imprisoned lightning inside a crystal ball?”

Zhou Yan froze. A straight man like him, who did not know what romance was at all, was surprisingly also touched by this statement; he had never thought that it could also be described in this way instead of an electric light bulb. This man looked ugly and scary, but he had a romantic heart?

“Not the electricity of lightning… But the nature is similar, there is metal wire inside.”

The black-robed man didn’t seem to care about his explanation and continued to ask him, “Are you really a yong?” ¹

Zhou Yan frowned slightly. “What do you mean by yong?”

The black-robed man smiled. “Don’t you even know this? Well… It’s true, this is the edge of the Endbringer Swamp, you should have never seen a mystic before.”

This was not the first time he had heard the word mystic, most recently he heard it from the group that was looking for a fight. But Zhou Yan had never seriously thought about whether such a thing as a mystic really existed or not. Now the black robe also said it, could it still have something to do with the secret he was carrying?

It was the first time he had heard of the term “Endbringer Swamp”. There were indeed some rotten mud swamps north of Kohl Town, but how could they be called “Endbringer Swamp”? It sounded like something that could only be found in a fairy-tale world.

Zhou Yan thought in silence as he walked straight into the room and found a shirt from the closet. “I’ve heard of a mystic, but no one has explained to me what a mystic really is and what it has to do with you?”

He finished, only to hear the black robed man suddenly sound like he was holding his breath, and his voice broke for a moment. “What are you doing?”

Zhou Yan looked back at him, yanked the half-removed sweater completely off his body and threw it into the dirty clothes basket aside. He had a puzzled look on his face. “Changing clothes.”

The black-robed man asked again, “In front of me?”

Zhou Yan did not feel anything wrong, he grabbed a towel with a disgusted face to wipe off the body sweat, frowned. “In order to get you up here, I went to a lot of trouble, you know? Now you’re going to sleep in my bed. This is my room, do you want me to go out and change?”

The black-robed man was rendered speechless by Zhou Yan’s series of rhetorical questions, staring at his body and raising his eyebrows. “…Nice body.”

Zhou Yan was not interested in this kind of evaluation, and raised his hand to put the sweater on his body. “You said yong, does the word ordinary mean yong?”

The black-robed man nodded as if with some regret. “Those who can’t use spiritual arts are called yong, while those who can are called mystics… This is all basic common sense, why do you know nothing about this world? It’s as if you were a newborn baby.”

Zhou Yan didn’t answer his question, but just said softly, “Arrogant way to divide things.”

He also called these guys who don’t know science “tears of time”, such as this guy in front of him who thinks he was not “ordinary”, was one of the tears. There was nothing in the world more beautiful than science, what magic, what mystic… It’s laughable.

“So are you a mystic?”

The black-robed man said, “Obviously.”

Zhou Yan suddenly came over and stared at his face expressionlessly, and the black-robed man fell silent. He was also taking the opportunity to observe Zhou Yan up close. Zhou Yan thought he was strange, but he thought there were more things about Zhou Yan that were worth exploring, like these things in his room; his understanding of this world; why he was so thin; why it was if he had just come to this world not long ago.

After a long time, Zhou Yan first broke the silence between them and said, “Then you… Show me what a mystic is capable of.”

He was not completely unconvinced, the fire was very strange, and the fact that he was running outside in this weather wearing only a thin robe… He himself was wearing a thick cotton coat. No matter from which point of view, this guy did not look like a normal human.

When the black-robed man heard this, the ugly smile on his face narrowed a little, and he stared at Zhou Yan with narrowed eyes, as if to say, How dare you make such a request to me.

“Can’t do it?”

The black-robed man stared at Zhou Yan. “But I’m hungry now.”

Zhou Yan straightened up expressionlessly. Excuses, I guess even if he wasn’t hungry, he couldn’t show any skills at this point, after all, he couldn’t even move, so how could he have powerful moves?

“Just wait.”

Zhou Yan did not refuse his request. This guy really needed to replenish some energy, and a bottle of glucose was not enough. Not to mention that he still had a fever and was in need of something to eat. He pulled the quilt and covered him up, then got up and went to the kitchen. There was only a small piece of steak left from last night’s frying, but there was a lot of tomato and beef brisket soup leftovers, so Zhou Yan mixed it all together and cooked it in a pot, then cut some potatoes into it.

Zhou Yan’s room was originally quite large, but because it was stuffed with things, it seemed much smaller, and the kitchen in the middle of winter gurgled with hot food, and the atmosphere was very cozy. From the black-robed man’s sight, he could see Zhou Yan’s back as he cooked and then saw him look up. “Can you eat beef?”

The black-robed man gave a vague “um”, and then heard him ask, “What’s your name?”

“Zhou Yan,” he replied without even looking back, then used a spoon to fish out the contents of the pot and brought it to the black-robed man, who was staring at him with a strange smile.

Zhou Yan frowned when the black-robed man said, “Hasn’t anyone told you not to reveal your name to a mystic?”

Zhou Yan knew he couldn’t move yet, so he put a pillow behind the black-robed man and let him half lean on the bed. “What will happen? Cursed?”

This careless attitude was really irritating, if it were any mystic, it would probably feel like he was being belittled. The black-robed man was surprisingly good-tempered, and perhaps understood that he had to bow down under the eaves at this time, and did not show any special emotion towards Zhou Yan. He only stared at Zhou Yan. “Perhaps more serious than the curse.”

Zhou Yan remained unconcerned and picked up the bowl to feed him. Although he didn’t mind how the research subject looked, this guy was too ugly, especially when helping him feed, to face this face directly, the impact was quite big.

Zhou Yan handed the spoon to his mouth. “If the name is so important, it seems you will not tell me your name.”

After the black-robed man opened his mouth and ate the contents of the spoon, he heard Zhou Yan murmur, “Then I’ll call you Blackie from now on.”

“Ahem…!” “Blackie” almost choked to death.

Zhou Yan scooped up another spoonful and handed it over, expressionless and serious. “This is your number, to distinguish you from other experimental materials. Come on, eat, Blackie.”

“Blackie” stared at Zhou Yan’s cold face before spitting out his name: “Luo Futu.”

Zhou Yan smiled and handed the spoon over again, but Luo Futu was even more surprised because Zhou Yan did not react when he said his name. He originally thought that even if he knew nothing about the mystic world, he should have heard of this name, but he was unaware of it and seemed to be really not pretending.

“What?”

Luo Futu thought for a moment and changed the subject. “What is this?”

Zhou Yan glanced into the bowl. “Beef.”

“No.” Luo Futu lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on a yellowish cube in the bowl. “This, what is this.”

Zhou Yan stirred his spoon and picked out the piece he was staring at. “It’s called potato cultivar, commonly known as a potato. What? As a mystic you’ve never seen anything like this before?”

Luo Futu didn’t say anything, and Zhou Yan shrugged at him. “People in this world are so focused on raising flowers that they pay little attention to food, and they can’t even find such high-yielding food. It’s a tragedy.”

As he found out after coming here, the people on the Zedoary Continent not only didn’t grow wheat, but also other things, relying more on the “exchange” method. Because the flowers grow quickly and easily, they prefer to grow the weeds than the food that needs to be carefully taken care of, and they prefer to starve rather than take the trouble.

Unexpectedly, when Luo Futu heard Zhou Yan’s words, he said, “Do you know that it is illegal to say that?”

Zhou Yan was very confused, “Why is it illegal?”

“Except for the flower, it is illegal to grow other plants in the land. Why waste precious soil on something that only fills your stomach?”

“Just to fill your stomach? Do you know how many years humans have evolved to fill their stomachs?” Zhou Yan was shocked by his words. “If we don’t grow, what do people eat? Eat flowers?”

Luo Futu smiled contemptuously. “When I regain my power, you will understand. The time for planting has long passed.”

…What do you mean? I thought they were the ones who were left behind by the times, why do they talk as if cultivation was backward? Could it be that they came from the era of growing food and were now abandoning cultivation? Impossible, Dense Cloud Planet’s technology had developed to that extent and was still moving along on the path of improving cultivation technology, how could this place be so backward to abandon cultivation in the first place.

“You can produce food out of thin air?”

“For a powerful mystic, it’s just a simple trivial thing.”

Zhou Yan couldn’t help but associate his words with the doubt that had been hovering in his mind, that is, that the government did not encourage ordinary people to grow food, but instead exchanged food with them for these flowers, so where did the government get the food from. But Luo Futu said clearly to wait until he regained his “power” to solve his own confusion, and  he can not ask.

He glanced at him and shoved the spoon into Luo Futu’s mouth. “Then please cooperate with the treatment and get well soon, I’m looking forward to the day you show me your power.”

Luo Futu was really hungry, and although he could not move, he just obediently ate a bowl of beef into his stomach with Zhou Yan’s hand. Zhou Yan looked at him for a long time, and suddenly knocked the empty bowl in his hand with no expression. “How about it, the food is delicious, right?”

This action was full of provocation, so Luo Futu felt very puzzled. “What are you proud of?”

Zhou Yan hooked his lips. “Nothing, just remembered a saying my grandfather said. No matter what kind of person you are, you have no backbone if you are hungry.” He said, as he stared at Luo Futu for emphasis. “I hope you can understand this too.”

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