Never Stop Running Volume 1 Chapter 2

Silence


Two weeks had passed since I barricaded myself on the top floor of an apartment building.

I carefully cracked open the front door and winced as the hinges creaked slightly. After being locked in a pitch black room with all of the windows covered, the sudden rays of sunlight hitting my eyes from the corridor partially blinded me for a moment. I closed my eyes in anticipation of this, but it still wasn’t enough to prevent it entirely. Continue reading

Never Stop Running Volume 1 Chapter 1

Lucky Boy


I stared into the candle’s red flames as they gently danced in the pitch-black room. It was my lone source of light in my new home.

The lifeline known as electricity that humanity had grown accustomed to had disappeared long ago. It’s not as if I forgot to pay the electricity bill either. The people in charge of running the power plant have long since abandoned their posts. No matter how many times I flip the switch, none of the lights will turn on and the streets will remain dark at night. Continue reading

Atelier Tanaka – Volume 4 Chapter 6 Part 2

Slave Sister


I guided Oman to a corner of the noble district in the north that was currently unoccupied. I had intentionally left this area blank with the intention of building a large structure. In fact, my plan was to bring in slaves from the start and this seemed like the perfect area to start that business.

I began the process of creating a new building using Stone Wall. Continue reading

Atelier Tanaka – Volume 4 Chapter 5 Part 12

FitzClarence Family


[Sophia-chan’s point of view]

The only way for this maid to spend the afternoon after a long hard day of work is with tea and snacks.

I was away from my usual place at the desk and was instead at the small kitchenette attached to the office. I bought a bucket of oysters on the way home and was waiting for a pot to boil on the stove. Continue reading

Atelier Tanaka – Volume 4 Chapter 5 Part 8

FitzClarence Family


I wonder how much time has passed since I started eating alone in the corner of the ballroom?

When I couldn’t eat anymore, I grabbed a glass off a tray that a nearby maid was carrying. It was a glass of liquor with a smokey flavour that reminded me of the type of drink a middle-aged businessman would drink after a hard day’s work. In this case, it was used to soothe the aching heart of a middle-aged man. Continue reading