I’m Actually a Bigshot

Inside the brightly lit theater, Su Qingxing, Mu Rong, Qin Guan and Bai Hua stood on the soft red carpet of the theater and looked up into the air.

The exact image of the God of Death appeared in front of everyone after the reorganization of black and white particles. Although he had an outstanding appearance and aura, the face of the “God of Death” had an indifferent look of contempt for everything, looking down on the survivors of the trial with a high posture.

“Death, are you here to take me away?” Even after all these blows, there was still a last glimmer of hope in Bai Hua’s eyes, and he walked up to the image of Death and opened his arms and said loudly, “Please, take me away now! I’ll do anything to get out of here, to be with you!”

This humble gesture of the young man, complete with the pleading in his eyes, would have been enough to move the heart of the onlookers.

It was a pity that what stood before him was not even a living person, let alone the God of Death; it was only a program created by the builder Zhu Sha to make the whole world complete.

So the image of the God of Death simply floated down from mid-air, reached out and pushed Bai Hua away from him, announcing in the same emotionless voice as His Highness the God of Death.

“The trial is over, two people have passed the test.”

Upon hearing the words of the God of Death, Mu Rong’s first reaction was to look around and ask in confusion, “Two people? But there are four people here, even if Bai Hua failed, there should still be three.”

“Don’t be silly.” It was Qin Wei who was more perceptive, “After what just happened, do you still think that little brother Qingxing standing over there is an ordinary person?”

“I request the Lord Guide to announce the final result.” In the next moment, the image of the God of Death made a move that was unexpected by everyone. Even Su Qingxing did not expect this image, which looked exactly like the God of Death, to just bend down to him respectfully and stay there in a saluting posture.

Although he knew that the image in front of him was just a piece of image created by Zhu Sha, Su Qing Xing still felt that this lawless fellow Zhu Sha was really too bold.

Su Qingxing’s current status was that of a minor Underworld guide, while the God of Death was one of the strongest people in the Underworld. The status between the two could be said to be extremely disparate. If Su Qingxing did not have a relatively special status himself, he was afraid that even if the image just bent down to him, an ordinary guide would’ve been scared enough to drop down to the ground..

How far apart are the entrance to the Underworld and the Hall of the Dead?

One needed to pass through the entrance of the Underworld, cross thousands of ghost cities, walk through the dead and vast battlefield of the Underworld, pass through the endless abyssal woods …… and then walk through the guard and maze of the nineteen cities of the Underworld before they could finally reach the Palace of the God of Death at the top of the Underworld Mountain.

Su Qingxing was well aware of the nightmarish difficulty, as he had once escaped from the Palace of the God of Death all the way to the entrance of the Underworld.

It was precisely because of this that when he saw the image of the God of Death bowing before him, Su Qingxing felt an indescribable oddity.

After all, a figure like that would never lower himself to do something as disrespectful to himself as this.

The little snow wolf that was placed on the ground by Su Qingxing did not have so many worries. Instead, it jumped up and tugged on Su Qing Xing’s trouser leg, scratching Su Qing Xing’s calf with its soft little paws while opening its mouth to reveal a smiling expression.

“Awoo!” The little paws scratched.

Su Qingxing picked Si Si up from the ground and then subconsciously reached out to help him scratch his belly.

“Lord Guide.”

It was only when the image of the God of Death spoke again that Su Qingxing came back to his senses and looked at Mu Rong and Qin Guan, “Dead Soul Number MS8346 Mu Rong, Dead Soul Number MS8347 Qin Guan, there are now two choices before you. One is to fall into the legendary lava of hell, and the other is to join the six hundred and sixty-sixth ghost city that I am in.”

Qin Guan and Mu Rong looked at each other in surprise before finally speaking in unison and asking, “What on earth is this all about?”

Perhaps because there was plenty of time for this trial, Su Qingxing introduced it in a rare and careful manner, “If you want to know this, perhaps you need to quietly listen to me tell a somewhat old story.”

“In human legends, there are generally two places where people go after death, one in the sky and one underground.”

“The gates of heaven are tightly closed and only those chosen by it are eligible to enter.”

“So most people will come to the entrance of the Underworld after death.” Su Qingxing paused, as if he wanted the two to have more time to digest everything, “The Underworld is actually very large, possibly a little larger than the real world you are in, except that most of it is a battlefield, an abyss and a wasteland.”

“Deep in the Underworld live many, many demons and monsters that you humans don’t even know about, they are the ones who dominate this Underworld, they set the rules of the Underworld, making it so that only powerful existences can live here.”

Qin Guan and Mu Rong listened to the story in a daze, as if they were listening to an otherworldly novel. But they understood at least one thing, that is, compared to the so-called demons and ghosts, the two of them were very weak beings, weren’t they?

“In the eyes of those underworld creatures, the dead souls of humans are not only weak but numerous, they even feel like human souls are like countless ants intruding into their neat house.”

“Because of the proposal of the creatures of the underworld, at one point there was a proposal to set fire to hell at the entrance to the underworld, so that all human souls would be burnt within the flames and extinguished the moment they entered the underworld! In this way, the human souls of the dead that were like weak ants in their eyes would not fill the corners of the Underworld.”

“This proposal was eventually rejected, but the human souls were still not all allowed to enter the Underworld, hence giving birth to the trial of the Underworld you are now experiencing.”

“They erected thousands of ghost cities at the entrance to the Underworld!”

“Thousands of ghost cities stand up at the edge of the Underworld …… and Underworld guides like me are like admissions teachers in a school, responsible for selecting the right people from the Underworld Trials to join the ghost cities.”

There was silence in the studio.

Bai Hua, who had obviously failed the trial, had somehow not disappeared from the studio and had been in a state of mental deflation after being pushed away by Death. Only Zhu Ting, with a huge gash on his neck, had been standing behind him with a slightly twisted smile.

“What about the ones who weren’t chosen?” Mu Rong spent a good part of the day trying to digest the matter, and finally couldn’t help but ask again.

Su Qingxing unconsciously smoothed Si Si’s hair and looked at Mu Rong and Qin Guan for a while before saying, “There are only two ways for the dead souls who are not chosen to enter the Ghost City to go.”

“Either they are thrown directly into the hellish lava known as the ‘Recycle Bin of the Underworld’.”

“Or they can keep reincarnating in this one world of the Underworld Trials, never finding the exit.”

Go to hell, or keep on reincarnating? After hearing such a treatment, Mu Rong quietly clenched her fist and finally spoke, “It always feels like this is not very reasonable,it’s like they are dealing with expired goods.”

“Because in the Underworld, no one cares about where the dead souls go at all.” Although Su Qingxing felt sorry, there was nothing he could do about it for the time being with his status, “Human souls have no power, no status, no existence here, and no one will care about fairness and justice or the fact that good and evil should eventually be rewarded.”

“Then what’s the point of us entering the ghost city?” Qin Guan wanted to smoke a cigarette, but found that he had none left in his cigarette case. Such a world was indeed almost as scary as hell itself for a smoker plus an alcoholic.

Su Qingxing, however, said with great certainty, “Because only the dead souls who enter the Ghost City can gain the opportunity to become stronger, gain freedom, and even have the precious chance to be reincarnated as human beings.”

“These are things that can only be achieved after you enter the Ghost City!”

“What are the conditions for the Ghost City to select people?” When Mu Rong asked this question, she glanced at Bai Hua seemingly unintentionally.

“The preferences of the guide, that’s all.” Su Qingxing took a deep breath, and that image of the God of Death was still standing by his side at the moment, bending down and saluting respectfully, making the image of Su Qingxing, the guide of the Underworld, instantly seem taller as well.

“Some guides like villains, some like cunning people, some like warriors with righteousness …… and even some like beautiful women in particular, and some like to tap creators to draw cartoons and write novels for themselves.” Su Qingxing also laughed helplessly after thinking of the oddities he had heard about from Zhu Sha, “Ghost cities even compete with each other to see whose ghost city is stronger. The more you think about it, the more ridiculous it becomes.”

“But this is the current status quo of the Underworld, maybe in the future someone will stand up and change all this, maybe many people are waiting for the day when the Underworld will be reformed …… but it’s just maybe.”

“Also as a guide I don’t have any particular preference, I just hope that no one who enters the Six Hundred and Sixty Sixth Ghost City will be annoying.” At this point Su Qingxing’s narrative finally came to an end and turned to the two before him and said, “So have you two decided?”

Qin Guan was the first to raise his hand and said, “I think I need more time to digest these things, I wonder if there is a bar or something like that in Ghost Town?”

“You still want to drink?!” Mu Rong next to him immediately glared, “I’ll see if any ghost dares to sell you wine!” With that, Mu Rong even stomped on the ground with her thin high heels and narrowed her eyes to stare intently at Qin Guan who was standing next to her.

“……”

“It seems that the two of you have already made a decision.” The blue paper lamp appeared again at Su Qingxing’s side, “Six hundred and sixty-sixth Ghost City, welcomes you all.”

Mu Rong and Qin Guan also let out a long breath and couldn’t help but whisper, “I didn’t expect that there would be so much trouble after death.”

But perhaps what they hadn’t really expected was that the Underworld Guide, who only appears in legendary stories, was actually by their side to begin with, and like an admissions office teacher, was selecting the most suitable candidates to join the Ghost City.

Thankfully, Su Qingxing seemed to be a very ordinary guide, without the indescribable interests of other guides, so ordinary that Mu Rong and Qin Guan even wanted to shout out ‘hooray!’.

“Bai Hua, are you ready?” After arranging everything for Mu Rong and Qin Guan, Su Qingxing only turned to look at the vacant-eyed Bai Hua, “Blood sacrifice is a big taboo even in the Underworld, yet you insisted on doing it for the sake of vanity, even killing Zhu Ting in the process. Although the blood sacrifice did not succeed, your sin karma is too deep and I will hence send you to the lava of hell.”

“I know.” Bai Hua’s eyes came alive a little then, “I just want to know one thing, is he the real God of Death or not?”

Bai Hua’s finger pointed towards the image of the God of Death that was still bending over.

“No.” Su Qingxing said with certainty, “It’s just an ordinary image.”

“Then in the Underworld, does the God of Death really exist?” There was despair in Bai Hua’s eyes, “Is there really a God of Death who can change life and death, who can control people’s lives?”

“……” Su Qingxing was silent for a moment before finally nodding and saying, “He exists.”

The little snow wolf struggled and jumped out of Su Qingxing’s arms, landing lightly and not attracting anyone’s attention.

“If I were the Bride of Death, the real God of Death would have come to save me already, right?” Bai Hua’s expression looked like he was crying, but there weren’t any tears running down his face.

“I guess so.” Su Qingxing sighed, “If it was the God of Death, it would be a breeze to try to save a dead soul, but his highness obviously doesn’t do that.”

The sound of the ground crumbling came from the floor of the shadow hall beneath Bai Hua’s feet, and all sorts of cracks had begun to appear, and the light of hellish lava had faintly appeared from the cracks.

Su Qingxing could even feel the temperature in the entire studio hall rising.

That was, after all, a hellish fire that could burn the soul to the ground!

“Did you see that? Ho ho ho, the only one who will be by your side in the end is me.” Zhu Ting, who was covered in blood, finally held onto Bai Hua at the end, his blood penetrating Bai Hua’s clothes and flowing downwards a little, “Bai Hua, I don’t blame you for killing me, because I’m dead, you’re dead, and your family and my family still arranged for our afterlife, and we will be together forever.”

“Su Qingxing?” Bai Hua’s tearless crying face looked ugly. Even when Zhu Ting’s pale, bloodless face rubbed against his neck and cheek over and over again, he did not put up any resistance, he just stared hard at Su Qing Xing, “What did I really get? What have I gotten? Why have I worked so hard and yet I can’t get anything after everything?”

Su Qingxing did not answer, for he did not know the answer to the question either.

Everyone was looking at Bai Hua and the cracks on the ground were expanding. At this time, even Su Qingxing did not notice that the image of the God of Death that had been standing respectfully to the side suddenly straightened up and walked towards them.

“Since the trial has ended.” The voice of the image of the God of Death was calm and unmoving, “Then the God of Death will also kiss his chosen bride.”

At this moment, Su Qingxing could only lament that the world as well as the script that Zhu Sha had constructed was really a bit too well thought out; it didn’t end just because the trial had ended, and it intended to carry the theme of The Bride of Death through to the end!

But who would the God of Death choose? Mu Rong or Qin Guan?

Just as Su Qingxing turned his head away, the snow wolf that had been lying on the carpet beside him suddenly walked gingerly to the feet of that image of the God of Death.

When the little snow wolf’s paw touched the God of Death’s body, he suddenly turned into black and white particles and merged into the God of Death’s body like a fantasy scene.

The snow wolf and the God of Death had become one in this way!

After the little snow wolf Si Si disappeared, the God of Death, who was originally like a robot, suddenly changed.

The God of Death straightened his clothes and walked over to Su Qingxing’s side without anyone expecting it.

“How did you ……” Su Qingxing watched with his own eyes as the image of the God of Death created by Zhu Sha walked towards him and then swiftly caught his hands!

With everyone watching, right at the moment when Bai Hua and Zhu Ting were about to fall into the lava of hell, the tall god of death leaned down to Su Qingxing and said in a calm and matter-of-fact tone –

“Kiss me, my bride.”

“……” Su Qingxing was still a little stunned, “Sorry, you’ve got the wrong person, the qualified trialists are over there.”

Instead of stopping his movements, the God of Death, who had become one with the snow wolf, continued to lean down.

“Then let me kiss you, I am good at sneaking away, my betrothed.”

At that moment, Su Qingxing’s eyes suddenly widened, somewhat unable to believe what he had heard.

“You ……”

Bai Hua watched as the figure he had burned into his heart moved to gently hug Su Qingxing, while he himself was being held tightly within the embrace of a bloody and unlucky man whose arms were already covered with various bloody handprints.

If what Su Qingxing had just said was true, why would an image choose him as his bride?

If what Su Qingxing just said was true, then what about the “betrothed who is good at sneaking away”?

Immediately afterwards, the ground completely crumbled and his body began to sink ……

“Su Qingxing, you lied to me!” Bai Hua let out a final roar, “You were the bride of Death to begin with, weren’t you!”

But no one seemed to care about Bai Hua’s mood, all of the attention was drawn to the unexpected move of the image of the God of Death. The image of the Death God which was so perfect that it felt unreal was still slowly leaning down ……

5173 Chinese characters,  3119  English words.

ho ho ho

Did I leave it on a cliffhanger? Yes I did! Do I regret it? I don’t! Y’all gotta wait for next week to read the next chap ho ho ho! *evil laughter intensifies*

But at least you’ll get an entire chapter to read. AFAIK, the next few chaps are thrice as long as the ones I translated before QWQ.