I want to just drift through life in Type-Moon.

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I want to just drift through life in Type-Moon.

Author: Calmly Drinking Tea

【brief introduction】

Reincarnated into the Type-Moon world, I, Yue Zhengling, just want to live a normal life and drift through life. Why does the situation seem more and more wrong?

Ever since I encountered the Twenty-Seventh Ancestor of the Dead Disciples, my life has been plunged into misery! All I want is to be a decent human being!

He learned a couple of sword techniques from the magician of Avalon, honed his martial arts skills at Ryudouji Temple, moved into the Kuonji Temple mansion, was forced to travel around with a little girl, and even participated in the Earth's Glass Burning War! Sounds impressive, right? But what a joke! What's my opinion?

They travel between parallel worlds, forging various connections.

I, Yue Zhengling, am still struggling to survive in various dangerous situations today.

Finally, I decided that once I found my grandfather, I would definitely give him a good beating!

He's so skilled at tricking his grandson! I guess I'm not his real grandson after all!

Book One: Ordinary People's Night

Chapter One: Yue Zhengling's Peaceful Daily Life

As the school bell rang in the afternoon, the first day of the second semester of the first year of junior high school came to an end. Le Zhengling picked up his schoolbag and left the classroom, ignoring the students who were preparing to participate in club activities or other programs.

He walked quickly down the stairs through the already crowded corridor and headed towards the bicycle parking area. Just before leaving the school gate, he glanced at the school's name one last time—Sakakino Private Academy.

When he received the admission notice, the name was so famous that it shocked him. However, after he enrolled, he realized that it wasn't what he expected—it was just a clickbait deception from a past life! This was not the place where Makoto had fought at all!

Looking at those dowdy Zhongshan-style school uniforms and those long skirts that covered his knees, this was definitely not the Sakakino Academy he knew!

I think I might have gone to a fake school. I pushed up my black-rimmed glasses, which I used to conceal my appearance. He shook his head, got on his bike, and quickly rode away.

Back in that secluded residential alley, he took out his key from his pocket and opened the door. If you looked closely, you could see a sign with the four Chinese characters for "Chinese Cuisine" written in traditional Chinese calligraphy on the side of the door.

This is an important legacy left to him by his grandfather, and it is also the place where he can settle down and make a living in this world.

Walking around to his residence behind the shop, he was sitting in front of the shrine. He gently opened the door, lit two sticks of incense, and said to the shrine tablet, "Grandpa, I'm back."

In his memory, Yue Zhengling had never met his parents. He was raised by his grandfather, who passed away peacefully under his care just half a year ago.

After his death, no relatives came to pay their respects, and even the funeral was handled by the neighbors. Some people wanted to adopt him, but he refused because he had the soul of a reincarnated person.

Fortunately, having learned the craft from his grandfather since childhood, he has acquired nine-tenths of his grandfather's skills. As a chef, he can support himself anywhere, so he has managed to keep the small shop afloat for the past six months.

After paying respects to his grandfather, he returned to his room, changed his clothes, and prepared to open his shop.

This is a very ordinary room. The south-facing window offers a view of the entire shopping street, which is already quite bustling at four o'clock in the afternoon. Housewives come in twos and threes to buy ingredients to prepare dinner, and students in school uniforms occasionally come to the snack shops to buy something to eat on their way home.

It is now 1986, and if he remembers correctly, Japan will experience the collapse of its bubble economy next year, followed by an economic recession.

My grandfather mentioned that his family fled to Japan because of a major event that happened in their homeland. He didn't explain the specifics. Le Zhengling was brought here shortly after he was born. He grew up in Japan. Although his soul was Chinese in both his lives, it's a pity that he has never set foot on that land in this life.

The reason he was certain he had been reincarnated into another world was because the people in this world had hair and eyes of all colors, and he was one of the victims.

Furthermore, as a former history major, he discovered slight differences between the two worlds after studying world history, but these were irrelevant to him as an ordinary citizen; that's what being an ordinary citizen really means. His only major dissatisfaction was simply moving from an era accustomed to information technology to this backward one.

This made him slightly annoyed, and as a transmigrator, not even having a cheat code was simply embarrassing. Thinking about these random thoughts, Le Zhengling opened the wardrobe and took out a neat set of clothes.

He took off his glasses in front of the mirror and looked at his reflection, but he still felt uncomfortable.

With a pair of beautiful red eyes like jewels, a delicate yet gentle face, an undeveloped height, and a voice that is neither male nor female due to not yet going through puberty, she is often mistaken for a woman.

When he was in fourth grade, his school participated in a county competition to elect a representative to deliver flowers. He won by a landslide. The girl, who was very beautiful in his eyes but dressed a little old-fashioned, kissed him after receiving the flowers and said into the microphone to the audience: "Thank you so much for the flowers from this exceptionally cute little girl. Today is truly a memorable day in my life."

After that day, for the rest of his elementary school years, he received confessions from dozens of people, mostly boys, which made him marvel at how precocious Japanese students were, and at the same time made him take a more realistic view of himself.

Finally, he grew his hair long and deliberately didn't groom it every morning. He also wore opaque black-rimmed glasses and walked in the shadows, creating a gloomy atmosphere, which finally scared away the group of kids.

When he entered junior high school, because it was a private school, he and Yue Zhengling were from the same county. There weren't many people attending Sakakino Academy, and no one he knew was assigned to the same class. Because of this, he deliberately played the role of a gloomy person and didn't make any friends even after more than a year of school.

However, this also allowed him to have some peace and quiet. After all, watching a group of immature children was already tiring, and joining them would be nothing short of torture.

After taking off her glasses, combing her hair neatly and tying it up, and changing into her linen clothes—a cool and breathable outfit—Le Zhengling looked at her energetic reflection in the mirror, nodded in satisfaction, and left the room.

As usual, he first went to the store, hung up today's menu, then went to the cold storage to take out the meat and vegetables he needed, piled them on a trolley, pushed it to the kitchen, and finally put everything on the counter. He then stood on a small stool and began to prepare.

Around 6 p.m., customers started arriving. Most of them were regulars. The more enthusiastic ones would greet him with smiles and chat, while the less enthusiastic ones would sit quietly to the side after ordering.

Occasionally, new customers would come in, but some would turn around and leave after seeing that there was only one child in the store, while others would stay out of curiosity.

"Although the shop owner is quite young, her skills are exceptional. I wouldn't recommend her to anyone who isn't right." Some regular customers even bring their friends to patronize the shop.

"Yes, yes, after all, we've been eating here for so many years. When the old manager passed away, I was worried that this place would not be open anymore, but I never expected that the young manager would keep the store running." Residents near the shopping street also come to patronize the store from time to time.

"Having eaten so many Chinese dishes, I still think this is the most authentic."

In Japan, there are many people with spare money, and many enjoy trying out various shops. Those who consider themselves food connoisseurs will recommend their favorite shops to others after discovering them, which is why this particular shop has become quite well-known in the community.

A young but adorable chef running a Chinese restaurant all by himself is a story that's sure to generate a lot of buzz.

In short, for various reasons, Yue Zhengling lived a quiet life in Japan during this era.

With this unhurried pace and a fairly stable daily life, even though he had become an orphan, he had nothing to complain about. Life had to go on, and a simple and peaceful life was the best.

Just as he was cooking Mapo Tofu and planning what dishes to make for tomorrow, a dramatic change was quietly about to happen to him, but he was completely unaware of it at the time.

Chapter Two: The Dangerous Guest

The shop is open from 6 pm to 10 pm, but in fact, around 9:30 pm, Le Zhengling will start packing up to close, since no one will come at that time.

Although Japanese people like to work overtime, this time is not the time when those overworked office workers get off work, and this is not a densely populated area, so it is particularly quiet at night.

Many people are aware that Japan is rife with various urban legends, such as the Kuchisake-onna (slit-mouthed woman), the Yasakani no Otoko (eight-foot-tall man), and the Flying Head Ban (flying head monster). The layout of Japanese neighborhoods in that era was very irrational, resulting in insufficient street lighting and making it terrifying to walk alone on the street at night.

At 9:50 p.m., a tall, dark figure appeared on the street where Yue Zhengling lived. The moment the figure appeared, the streetlights on the entire street flickered as if they were running out of power. As the figure slowly moved forward, the streetlights in front of him went out one by one, and the only sound in the quiet street was the rhythm of his footsteps.

Following behind this figure was a large flock of crows, which landed on the roadside telephone poles, cawing incessantly and staring at their surroundings with their blood-red eyes.

Just then, a stray dog ​​staggered out of the alley between the houses. When it noticed the dark figure, it immediately put its paws on the ground, trembling with fear and whimpering softly. As the dark figure passed by, a black object separated from it and then swiftly returned to it.

The stray dog ​​on the ground is gone.

A resident in one of the houses on either side happened to see this scene. The person was so frightened that their face turned pale, and they immediately drew the curtains and pretended that they hadn't seen anything.

The dark figure paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Trouble. Is it already too much to bear? Forget it, let's get rid of the witnesses first."

After he finished speaking, one object after another jumped out of the shadow beneath his feet and disappeared into the streets in an instant.

The dark figure continued forward and finally stopped in front of the Chinese restaurant.

Actually, Yue Zhengling had already heard the dull footsteps before, but knowing he shouldn't be too curious, he ignored them. However, the footsteps got closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of his shop.

Looking through the cloth screen, a tall and burly figure stood there, but showed no sign of coming in.

Le Zhengling keenly sensed that the figure was no ordinary person. Even without seeing the figure's true appearance, the overwhelming presence transmitted through the shoji screen made no attempt to conceal it.

Every cell in his body was screaming "Danger! Danger! Danger!" The senses of the food chain were also telling him that the being outside was superior to "humans" and had reached the top of the food chain.

Le Zhengling was trembling all over, sweat streaming down his face, the immense pressure making him feel like he was about to faint.

Just then, as if sensing his abnormality, the figure outside paused, the intense sense of oppression subsided, and then the door was opened.

With a pale face, Yue Zhengling looked at the newcomer through the dim light of the bulb:

He was a man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall. He was wearing a black trench coat and black trousers. His shirt was unusually tight, as if it had grown out of his body. No, upon closer inspection, it was as if his muscles had been stained black by a layer of liquid, which even extended to his neck.

Body painting? Yue Zhengling wondered.

His silver-gray hair looked unusually unhealthy, and his dark gray eyes stared straight at Le Zhengling like those of a heartless beast. He recognized that look; he had seen it in a television program about wild animals in his previous life.

He swallowed hard and held the tray in front of him. Although he felt it was useless, it at least gave him some psychological comfort.

"Guest, guest, I'm closing now. Would you like to come back tomorrow?" Le Zhengling asked cautiously, suppressing his fear.

The other person ignored him, instead raising their head and sniffing the air before asking in a deep voice after a long while, "Your grandfather isn't here?"

Previously, Yue Zhengling felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. However, since the person asked this question, he must have been here before. So he answered truthfully, "If you are looking for my grandfather, then I'm sorry, my grandfather passed away half a year ago."

Upon hearing this news, the man opposite him fell silent, pressing his hand against his stomach as if to suppress something.

“Really? That’s a shame. I was hoping to eat his noodles again. A significant part of me is already quite irritable.” With that, he sat down in the open seating area where diners could watch the chefs cook. “Since the original owner is no longer here, I demand that you make the same noodles for me.”

Upon hearing this completely unreasonable request, Le Zhengling felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind. He took two steps back and, suppressing his fear, asked, "Sir, can I refuse your request?"

The man glanced at him with cold eyes and said expressionlessly, "Of course I can, but after you refused, I can only use you to relieve this restlessness."

Upon hearing these rather ambiguous and dangerous words, Yue Zhengling's first reaction was a tightness in a certain indescribable place, followed by goosebumps all over his body.

"I'm sorry, I'm a man..." Having lived in 21st-century China in his previous life, where life was peaceful and the internet was booming, and having been bombarded with all kinds of information, Le Zhengling's way of thinking is different from that of people in this era.

Simply put, he has a rather dirty mind and doesn't believe the other party would kill indiscriminately.

However, Japan in the late 1980s was far from stable, and bizarre murders occurred frequently.

The man didn't speak again, but just looked at him with eyes that were devoid of any warmth. Just then, outside the shop door that wasn't closed properly, a Russian wolfhound, completely black and taller than Le Zhengling, quietly walked in. Its crimson eyes, fixed on Le Zhengling, were exactly the same as the man's.

Le Zhengling saw something unfamiliar in those two eyes, but even though they were so unfamiliar, he still knew what they represented—it was naked, undisguised killing intent.

"Okay! I'll prepare it for you right away, please wait a moment! I'll cook the noodles for you right away!" Le Zhengling shivered and didn't dare to stop for a moment as he turned the gas stove back on. Soon the kettle on the gas stove was boiling.

He took out the previously cleaned basin, poured in high-gluten flour, added boiling water and an appropriate amount of salt, and began kneading the dough. He quickly kneaded the dough in the snow-white flour with both hands. After a while, when he felt that the dough had the right consistency, he coated it with sesame oil and then wrapped it in a damp cloth.

Then he took out sliced ​​beef from the refrigerator and fried it, while simultaneously bringing the bone broth from the pressure cooker back to a boil, filling the restaurant with the aroma of the rich soup.

Feeling the gazes behind him, Yue Zhengling felt like he was being pricked by needles, and he made this bowl of noodles with the most serious attitude he had ever had in his life.

Half an hour later, without even wiping the sweat from her face, Yue Zhengling placed a bowl of delicious beef dan dan noodles in front of the man.

Chapter Three: Nero Chaos

Looking at the bowl of noodles in front of him, the man didn't touch his chopsticks. He asked in a slow and deliberate tone, "How much of your grandfather's cooking skills did you inherit?"

Upon hearing this question, Yue Zhengling was taken aback. He hadn't expected anyone to ask such a question, but he still immediately replied, "Probably seventy or eighty percent."

He said that, but he felt he was being modest, because in his opinion, he already possessed more than 90% of his grandfather's skills.

Although he has lived two lives, I always feel that he is smarter in this life than in the previous life. He can learn many things very quickly. Even though his grandfather did not specifically teach him, he has learned most of his grandfather's skills through years of helping out.

Having eaten his grandfather's cooking for so many years, he gradually figured out the last two or three tenths of the recipe.

Seeing the man finally pick up his chopsticks, scoop up a noodle, and slurp it into his mouth to chew, Yue Zhengling finally felt relieved.

As long as they're willing to eat, that's good. As the saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding," and "He who takes another's money is bound to do his bidding." If they eat, they'll have room to maneuver.

But just as he was thinking this, the man who had only taken one bite put down his chopsticks and said in an unhappy tone, "This isn't the kind of noodles!"

Upon hearing his words, Yue Zhengling felt a chill run down his spine.

"It tastes delicious, but this isn't what I want to eat!"

The man placed the noodles in front of the Russian wolfhound, and then, under Le Zhengling's horrified gaze, the wolfhound ate the noodles and bowl together.

At this moment, he was finally certain that he had encountered something extraordinary.

The man stood up, looked down at Yue Zhengling with icy eyes, and said coldly, "Truly disappointing."

Le Zhengling, whose legs were weak from fright, huddled by the stove, trembling.

The giant dog, having finished its bowl of noodles, stretched its powerful body and then stared at Yue Zhengling with ill intent. The saliva dripping from its mouth seemed to be telling him that the noodles were just an appetizer and that it was time for the main course.

The Russian wolfhound slowly entered the kitchen as if toying with its prey, letting out a threatening growl. When it was three meters away from Yue Zhengling, it suddenly opened its mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and pounced on him.

Faced with this situation, Yue Zhengling calmed down. He knew that this situation was beyond his control and that his small body at this age was simply no match for him.

His life flashed through his mind like a slideshow, but this unusually short life quickly came to an end. From his memories, he discovered something unusual about his grandfather, but before he could think about it deeply, he recalled the memories of his previous life, which lasted less than twenty-five years. Those dusty bits and pieces regained their brilliance, and he instantly recognized who this man was.

He found it utterly absurd that he had been reincarnated into such an extraordinary world, yet he had not noticed it for thirteen years. If he hadn't been so indifferent to everything around him, would he have discovered the anomaly of this world much sooner and had a different ending?

Just as he was about to die under the sharp teeth of the Russian wolfhound, the man pressed his stomach again and frowned irritably. The giant dog stopped as if it had received a command, and at this moment its mouth was less than three centimeters away from Le Zhengling's neck.

The stench of that wild beast almost made him vomit.

"I'll give you one more chance. If you fail, I think you're prepared for it." The man sat down again.

Upon hearing this, Yue Zhengling felt as if he had been granted a pardon. His back was already soaked with sweat, and he sat down on the ground next to the stove, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. However, at this moment, not only was his whole body trembling, but he also couldn't stop crying. If there were a mirror, he would definitely criticize himself for crying so hard.

"Cry enough and then get to work. We don't have much time left." The man looked coldly at Yue Zhengling's pretty face, which was covered in tears. "I was seen when I came here. Although I am no longer a magician, I still have to abide by the principle of seclusion. I have already killed the witness. If you don't want to die, make something that satisfies me, and I will spare your life for now."

At this point, the man paused, a look of reminiscence flashing in his eyes. "After all, I have a past with your grandfather. If you prove useful to me, I won't kill you."