Vanguard of the Eternal Night Ch5 - Wild Little Fan

Chapter Ch5 - Wild Little Fan

translator: xiin

editors: alarysl & Pyromancer

Two days later, while Tyron was reading a book, he received an official email from the league.

The email said that Spotlight dia wanted his permission to use the recordings from his previous fight, edit them, and include them in their program that would be broadcasted next week. The licensing fee was 800 dollars for every second that Tyron appeared in the final version of the program.

This price was considered to be very high, mainly because Tyron was evaluated by GNA as a ‘B-list player’ as soon as he appeared. The endorsent and appearance price for B-list players had a lower limit. If the price was too low, the League would co out and protest.

So, even though Tyron had not revealed his real na, Spotlight dia still took the initiative to offer him a B-list price.

Therefore, one week later, Tyron received nearly 40,000 dollars in ‘appearance fees’.

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Spotlight dia had its own live broadcasting platform, video websites and portals.

After they obtained Tyron’s authorization, they included his video in two separate programs. One was the monthly ‘X-month highlights’ that was broadcasted monthly; it summarized the most exciting scenes in the e-sports world that month and was geared towards entertainnt. The other was the ‘XX strategy and comntary’ that was done in collaboration with GNA; it would focus on a certain profession in each release and analyse their classic PK techniques. They would also select several representative players or competitions to illustrate and explain their examples. This was a professional comparison between strong players.

The latter was not very easy to do, and usually required enough material in order to be completed.

But the forr program happened to be broadcasting soon, and the video of Tyron PKing that pitiful ‘machine gun mage’ was added at the very end of the broadcast.

When the countdown ended and the huge ‘1’ disappeared, the lens showed a close up of Tyron’s dark golden pupils and slowly pulled away...

The match had been almost completely edited. The mage began his ‘machine gun attacks’, Tyron rushed forward and got close, the mage used Flicker, and Tyron simultaneously used Shadow Leap, bursting out with a terrifying attack speed. The mage used Alpha Substitute to escape and counterattacked, but Tyron quickly followed up and harvested his life... The entire process was full of twists and turns. It was extrely exciting, and the brilliant sections basically didn’t require any edits.

The viewership for this program had always been very high. After all, many people did not like to watch live broadcasts and preferred to watch so of the particularly amazing highlights for entertainnt.

As a result, the screen was covered in a barrage of scrolling comnts: “Don’t drink water while watching, instantaneous explosions up ahead!” “Nuclear explosions ahead! Non-combatants should quickly evacuate!” “Mother, I’m kneeling!”

Long discussions ensued in the comnts section, and they began to speculate about the true identity of ‘Player #419’. Most people thought that #419 was a long-established high level player in the scene, and began to guess from the list of famous assassins.

The na ‘Lord Four’ was becoming more and more famous on the internet, and mister Tyron the antique had no idea that currently, his nickna had been finalized just like this.

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Three days later, Tyron took part in the 16-to-8 competition.

His opponent this round was a summoner. He was the type of summoner that required ti to set up before his full power could be unleashed; he started with one summon and began to prepare for more– as long as he could hold on for 10 seconds, he would be able to pull out five summons and begin a true battle. If he was given 30 seconds, even if he only had a sliver of blood, he would still be able to pull out ten summons to encircle the enemy and grind them to dust...

Unfortunately, however, he was completely suppressed by Tyron.

Even the comntator did not know what to say. ‘“Lord Four’s explosive power was obvious to everyone. As a fragile summoner that wore cloth armour, wasn’t it too ridiculous to want to be able to drag out the fight for 10 seconds?!”

The entire match took less than 10 seconds. The dead summoner laid beside the second summon that they had used their life to call out, having died with everlasting regret.

After the ga was over, the host once again asked if they had any comnts.

The summoner didn’t know what they should say, and finally said weakly, “I was rather unlucky... encountering my natural enemy.”

Those in the audience all nodded, and showed expressions of sympathy.

It was Tyron’s turn to speak. After he accepted the microphone, he calmly said, “No.”

But Tyron only took a brief look at his opponent’s information, and then once again ran off to the library to learn more of this world’s knowledge.

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Tyron often ca to the library these days.

Ever since he had almost been recognized as Pei Rong by a fan, he had always been careful to put on so form of disguise.

But because of his temperant, it was also understandable people would sotis peep or outright stare at him.

But the person peeping at him today... What did it an if he had been standing in place and staring at him for ten minutes?

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Tyron silently closed the book in his hand, casually raised his head and t the gaze of the fellow who had been sneakily staring at him for the past ten minutes.

Looking through the gap between the books, he could see that the peeper was a young man in his twenties. His face was still a little tender, and he looked like he was of mixed ancestry. He had a pair of fine-frad glasses on his face, and was wearing a stiff uniform adorned with school badges and dals on his chest. At first glance, it was evident that he was an exemplary student representative.

Tyron: “Hello, what can I do for you?”

The other party was stunned for a mont, then quickly gathered his wits. “Well, no, I’m just...”

When people were looking for excuses, they would often glance around subconsciously as they searched for inspiration—his expression was so obvious that Tyron could tell from a glance.

Tyron: “Looking for books?”

The young man: “Uh, yes, I’m looking for... History of Developnt for the Warp Engine, a book written by Dr. J. George.”

“This is the politics and history section.”

“Ah, sorry, I’m new here...” The young man blushed, and it was obvious that he was forcing himself to calm down as his adam’s apple bobbed and he avoided eting Tyron’s eyes. “I’m not familiar with the sections here.”

Tyron narrowed his eyes and spoke slowly. “You’re new here and yet you’ve borrowed more than twenty books before?”

“Ah...?”

“Two pages of your virtual book pass has already been used. That is to say, you’ve borrowed at least twenty books before.”

The young man’s face was completely red, and he felt like he was about to burn up. He hurriedly continued, “I... I borrowed my friend’s book pass.”

Tyron looked at him for a while, then suddenly laughed and said, “Aren’t you looking for a book? Let take you there.”

“That’s really... Thank you so much, really.”

“My na is Tyron. It’s nice to et you.”

“Victor... too.”

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As the two of them rounded the bookshelf...

Inside Victor’s heart: It’s over! I’m screwed! I lied three tis during our first conversation! Was I very annoying just now? Did I forget to put on cologne when I left the house today? Probably not. What if he hates the sll of my cologne? ...Ah, how shitty. Stop getting distracted, Victor... what book did I lie about wanting to get just now?

Inside Tyron’s heart: He likes . Tsk, tsk.

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Tyron casually asked, “Are you a student from nearby?”

“No, I’m not.” Victor said, “I ca back... To give the opening speech for the freshn and introduce the Imperial College of Engineering, our alma mater.”

Generally speaking, those who would be invited to give speeches during the opening ceremony were all excellent students that ranked in the top 10.

Tyron: “You must have been a very good student before you graduated.”

Victor’s face heated again and he said, “Actually, I’m not a very qualified student. When I was in school, I would also... skip classes, too.”

“Oh, that’s human nature.”

As Tyron spoke, he stopped his steps to look at the labels on the shelf.

When his head was turned, Victor took in a deep breath. “...”

Help!! Who’s going to stop from rambling on?! I should have told him that I had three degrees and that the reason I missed a few classes was because I couldn’t fit it into the course schedule...

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Tyron: “What kind of engine history did you just say you wanted?”

Victor: “History of Developnt for the Warp Engine, by Dr. J. George.”

“It doesn’t seem very common. Was this your major?”

“No, No. This is... a hobby and interest of mine.” Victor said, “I always read miscellaneous books. You must find it amusing.”

Tyron: “That’s no big deal.”

There were now two lines of tears running down Victor’s heart. No! Stop being modest and tell him that you’re not the kind of person who skips class and reads pointless books, Victor! At a ti when a man was supposed to show their best side, why was he so la!

A few seconds later.

Victor: “Um... Excuse ...”

“Hm?” Tyron naturally looked back at him.

Victor: “...” Ah, who am I? Where am I? What was I going to say just now?

With a gentle expression on his face, Tyron slowly extended his hand towards the area beside the young man’s ear, and finally slapped his hand lightly against the wall behind him.

Kabedon!

Victor stepped back in surprise, leaning against the bookshelf behind him. He was stuck in this kabedon position, completely unaware of the fact that he could dodge.

After a while, he seed to accept his fate and huddled in front of the bookshelf, his face completely red. His blue eyes were wide with helplessness as his gaze glued onto Tyron’s face.

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Then, Tyron reached out and brought down the book from the shelf behind him. He spoke as he handed it over, “History of Developnt for the Warp Engine. Is it this one?”

Victor: “...”

“Hm?” Tyron dragged out the single syllable.

Victor finally got his brain back on track. “Yes, it’s this one. Thank you!”

“You’re welco.”

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Inside Victor’s heart: Hurry up and ask for his contact information! Contact information! Information! Info!

Two seconds later.

Victor: “You... You... You’re a nice person.”

Tyron: “...”

Victor: “...” Mom, your son is a total wimp. QUQ

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For so reason, Tyron had the pleasurable feeling of ‘having caught a little hamster that passed by outside of work, and then ruthlessly and thoroughly bullying him’.

He raised the book in his hand and enunciated carefully as he spoke, “By the way. I have a question to ask. There’s an abbreviation in this book that wasn’t explained at all—what is this ‘G-spot’?”

Victor was shocked: “G... What?!”

Tyron repeated, “G-spot. You also don’t know what it ans?”

Victor’s face was so red, his earlobe almost looked like it was bleeding.

Tyron: “???”

Victor: “That, that’s... a very sensitive spot... in the human body... ahhh.”

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