Half Prince v6 extra

½ Prince Volume 6: The Great NPC Revolt

Extra Chapter: Life In Search of a Future – translated by nausicaä

“I’m a comrade.” A man with red hair suddenly appeared, floating in midair as Kenshin was taking one of his rare, solitary retreats in the forest.

“Yes, I’m like you, a self-aware NPC.”

“Dictator of Life,” the man replied. He didn’t seem to mind Kenshin’s curt questioning.

“I know,” said the Dictator of Life with a kind smile as he landed to sit beside Kenshin. The latter said nothing, and remained lying down next to the Dictator of Life.

“What do you mean?” asked Kenshin, his mind now full of questions. How could there not be any humans in the Northern Continent?

Kenshin, who was originally lying on the grass, suddenly sat up. “You’re going to eliminate the humans of the Northern Continent?”

Kenshin was so shocked he was unable to speak. Eliminate all the humans of Second Life? The idea was simply insane.

The sudden barrage of questions rendered Kenshin temporarily speechless. Did being Prince’s pet make him feel dissatisfied? He was actually okay with it; after all, he had never had to call anyone “master.” Though, Prince always stole his tea, which did leave him feeling rather resentful.

As for the issue of him having to conceal his identity as an NPC… Perhaps this did make him feel rather bitter and afraid of approaching humans. After all, he didn’t have the courage Sunshine had to fall in love with a person.

“There’s nothing really bad about the way things are now,” Kenshin responded with some hesitation.

Kenshin’s heart suddenly missed a beat. If he was found out…it would definitely be the end for him. Even Prince wouldn’t be able to save him then.

Kenshin had no words to fight back with. Perhaps, he thought, his destruction was precisely what he was expecting, and he was simply waiting to experience the same fate as Kaoru.

“Kaoru…” Kenshin felt a dull, throbbing pain in his heart. Even…even though he knew that everything between him and Kaoru wasn’t real, even though it was possible that Kaoru was just a compliant NPC, he could never forget about her.

Kaoru isn’t some object to be used! Suddenly angered, Kenshin roared, “Don’t use Kaoru to tempt me, and don’t ever let me hear her name come out of your mouth again!”

The Dictator of Life! Kenshin watched as the figure slowly evaporated. He felt a growing sense of agitation within himself, gradually spreading until the instant right before the Dictator of Life disappeared. He felt an urge to call out and stop him, this man who, besides Sunshine, was the only comrade he had.

“Alright.” Without another word, Kenshin followed Cold Fox, but he couldn’t help looking back at the spot where the Dictator of Life had disappeared.

Very rarely did players appear in his home. But when those four players appeared, they even walked straight into the spot that lay precisely beneath the magic portal. As such, in accordance with the rules, he himself had to appear and go deal with them personally.

Alright, I’ll have this girl stay here to keep me company! Celestial decided, and immediately proceeded to act.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Despite being afraid at first, the girl looked as though she couldn’t stand him anymore, and viciously swatted Celestial twice with her right hand.

The girl almost—no, she really got mad. Abandoning all reason, she opened her mouth and sunk her teeth into Celestial’s arm.

Three dark lines dropped down the girl’s face. She opened her mouth and dejectedly said, “Just hurry up and kill me; I still need to return to the city and find Prince-gēgē.”

The girl opened her eyes wide and asked, “Do you even know what ‘wife’ means?”

Well, that’s not exactly wrong either, the girl grudgingly admitted. “Don’t you have a lot of purpled-robed nymphs to keep you company?” she insisted.

The girl nodded her head frantically.

Ugh, she thought. Even though Celestial seemed pitiable, she couldn’t really stay there with him, and yet he refused to kill her. Sob! And she couldn’t ask Prince-gēgē to come save her or he’d be killed by Celestial. Oh well, she would go offline now and return tomorrow to think of some solution.

“What’s ‘go offline’?” inquired a curious Celestial as he squatted down in front of the girl.

“Leave…the game? What’s a game?” A strange feeling began to weave its way into Celestial’s consciousness.

“What’s an NPC?” Celestial asked confusedly as a most peculiar feeling stirred within the depths of his heart.

“Then what’s a player?” asked Celestial, feeling even more perplexed. Why couldn’t he understand anything she said?

“I…I will think about this carefully,” said Celestial as he walked out in a flustered manner. Suddenly he turned to say, “I will leave a doppelganger to keep you company. This way you won’t be bored.”

“Return Doll now!” an icy voice demanded.

Dictator of Life

Another identical voice sounded, this time from the mouth of another, identical female assassin who was also clothed entirely in black. “Dictator, the mission to assassinate the overlord of Eastern Continent has failed.”

“Dictator, the mission to assassinate the overlord of Southern Continent has failed.”

“Only one success?” asked the Dictator of Life, whose long hair was the exact color of blood, as he listened to the female assassins’ reports. His face, which did not betray any hint of surprise, only showed the usual distant, plaintive expression. He even breathed a sigh of relief. That person is still alive, he thought. Besides, rather than the failed missions, what he really detested was the identical manner in which all the assassins responded!

“No, you can’t go,” said the Dictator of Life.

“No, it’s just that they are much more obedient than you. At the very least, they won’t sneak off to visit their ‘wife.’”

“Everything. They’re humans.”

“Celestial, are you kicking up a fuss again?!” bellowed the unicorn, whose entire body was cloaked in flames. In a flash, he appeared at Celestial’s side and began to shoot raging flames from his mouth.

“Stop!” The Dictator of Life used both hands to seize the air, causing Celestial and Scorching Flame’s attacks to disappear completely. The two found themselves suspended in mid-air and struggled in vain against unseen bonds, appearing as though they were being held captive by invisible hands. The two looked frantically at the Dictator of Life, fully aware that they had angered the god of Second Life.

Teary-eyed, Celestial whimpered, “He started it.”

Scorching Flame lowered his head and answered, “It won’t happen again.”

Celestial gave a snort and then, not seeming to care whether anyone heard him, grumbled, “I hate that fake. I want my real wife.”

“No she’s not. Except for the looks, they’re completely different… No, even the looks are different. My wife doesn’t have such a fake smile,” Celestial said with a darkening expression. That doll that looked like his wife was definitely not her!

“I’m going to go find my wife,” Celestial announced even as he moved toward the door.

“I don’t care!” yelled Celestial as he turned around. “I only want to see my wife!”

“Don’t kill me,” Celestial begged with a frightened expression.

“I don’t want to die, I haven’t even seen my wife yet,” said Celestial, his desolate face full of pleading.

And yet he did not blame Celestial in the least, but rather felt his actions were very, very familiar…

However, he understood that he was not allowed to ask why. He merely silently changed that girl’s gender in the game; however, he could not stop himself from curiously observing her. Why does she want to become a guy?

Even though he kept telling himself that she was a human and that he hated humans the most, the humans that had created him and were still controlling him, he could not stop himself from watching her. How ridiculous was this? Humans controlled him, and he could not control himself?

When she gained a pet egg, he couldn’t help but wrinkle his brow. That wolf that was about to be born would drool saliva that she hated the most. This pet did not suit her. He’d exchange a new one for her. What should he change it to? Right, she loves to eat meatbuns. If he changed this to a meatbun, she should like it, right?

He transformed into a player. Just when her companions passed by his side, he opened his mouth to say, “Selling tiaras…”

When she foolishly took a boat that was headed toward the Eastern Continent and heartbrokenly wanted to return home, he once again helped her out, allowing the prophet to hint at the next prophet’s location, and he even chose something she was an expert at as the test, allowing her to throw the dice, always winning her throws…

He began a series of battles with that person, doing his utmost to prevent that person from infiltrating Second Life; however, that person seemed to understand Second Life even better than he did. All of his efforts amounted to nothing. He wanted to report this matter to the humans, but he discovered that he could no longer contact the humans. He had fallen into a predicament…

Chase all of the humans out of Second Life—No! I don’t want to chase her away!

“Come kill me, Prince. Come kill me,” the Dictator of Life murmured to himself. “I cannot hold on much longer.”

Chapter end