| “ | If I cannot have light, then let it perish together with me. | ” |
Bio[]
His former master was a reincarnation of Xuan Wu, one of the four gods of the Light Kingdom and the first person to bring the kingdom under a single rule. Xuan Wu was a fierce and ambitious person whose sole confidant was Century Egg, and upon Xuan Wu’s death, without Century Egg’s consent, Xuan Wu ordered that Century Egg be walled up in the tomb with him, so that Century Egg would always be by his side. Because Food Souls are immortal, Century Egg was trapped in this darkness for hundreds of years, during which time his entire mind collapsed in despair. After being accidentally saved by Cordyceps and Chishui Moth Tea, he finally saw a ray of light. His long period of confinement left him ignorant of the world, only able to robotically heed the instructions of this light (Cordyceps). He saw him as the light of his soul.
Food Introduction[]
Century eggs, also known as preserved eggs, are a traditional Chinese egg product, mainly made with duck eggs, but also sometimes chicken eggs. It has a fresh, smooth taste that is a little salty and distinct in both appearance and flavor. Century eggs are not only enjoyed widely in China, but also highly reputed internationally as well. Through a special processing method, century eggs become a shiny black color, with thin white streaks across the surface. This delicacy has a distinctive aroma and is always a crowd favorite.
Other Info[]
How to Acquire[]
Associated Events
- Harvest Diary (Century Egg)
- Brimming With Tenderness
- Winding River
- Jade Fantasy
- Illustrious Quality
- Forest Chirping
- Juniper Fame
- Scents Suffused
- Spring Abounds
Initial Stats[]
 Soul Power
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1833 |
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 Attack
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46 |
 Defense
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31 |
 HP
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546 |
 Crit Rate
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581 |
 Crit Dmg
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681 |
 Atk Spd
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1566 |
Skills[]
| Fell Sound | Basic Skill | |
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Century Egg scratches a cross with his claw, dealing 100% (180%) ATK as damage to the highest-ATK enemy, plus 58 (754) extra damage, while also lowering Atk Spd for all enemies by 10% (26%). | |
| Snowblade | Energy Skill | |
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Black clouds roll around Century Egg, dealing 40% (80%) ATK as damage plus 199 (2587) extra damage to all enemies, with a chance of stunning all targets for 5 seconds. | |
| Super Snowblade | Link Skill | |
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Black clouds roll around Century Egg, dealing 60% (120) ATK as damage plus 239 (3107) extra damage to all enemies, with a chance of stunning all targets for 5 seconds. | 
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blue = lvl 1
red = max lvlVoice Lines[]
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| Contract | ...Thank you for coming to get me. I can't do much, but I will do everything I can for you. | ||
| Log In | Oh... it's you... Um... what should I say? Welcome back? | ||
| Ice Arena | This place is... quite nice. | ||
| Skills | Be gone. | ||
| Ascend | Is this light from you...? | ||
| Fatigue | Don't leave me here alone. I... I can still go on... | ||
| Recovering | Sorry... I... will try... my best, so.... don't leave okay...? | ||
| Team Formation | I will fulfill all your expectations. | ||
| Knockout | I should not... have gotten my hopes up... | ||
| Notice | You can eat this. Don't be afraid. It just looks a little scary, but it's not bedeviled or anything... | ||
| Idle 1 | It's okay... he will be back... he will... | ||
| Idle 2 | If you clip its wings, it won't fly away... | ||
| Idle 3 | It's okay. I can still take with me his last whiff of breath... that way I won't be all alone... | ||
| Interaction 1 | Were you just calling me? Sorry, I'm still not fully adjusted to the light here... | ||
| Interaction 2 | Please do not leave me all alone here by myself... | ||
| Interaction 3 | Oh? You're not scared? | ||
| Pledge | I used to think that it was you who brought all of this light, but not until now did it dawn on me -- you are my light. | ||
| Intimacy 1 | My eyes? You see, I can't see clearly in places that are too bright. However, I remember your scent. | ||
| Intimacy 2 | ...It's okay. It won't hurt me. You can try even more forcefully if you like. | ||
| Intimacy 3 | Sour grapes? ...I don't enjoy any sour foods. But why would I leave you over sour grapes? | ||
| Victory | Mission accomplished. | ||
| Defeat | Can... can I have another try... please don't... | ||
| Feeding | Is this... for me? | ||
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Contents of this page has been fan-translated by BasilCosmo and may not be completely accurate. Official translations will be added whenever it's available. |
I. Darkness
Endless Darkness.
There was nothing else—only darkness. Even when I felt my eyes open, nothing changed. The same, unbroken void stretched before me, unwavering, unchanged. Only the clinking of chains, stirred by the slightest movement of my hands, reassured me that I still existed.
But…
Who am I…?
Why am I here…?
When… will I finally leave this place?
Countless questions circled through my mind. The exhaustion weighing on my body had long since turned to numbness. Only the relentless churn of my thoughts reminded me that I was still here. I opened my eyes again—nothing had changed.
Still the same darkness.
Am I… really alive?
Or is everything I perceive nothing more than my own delusion?
Where did I come from?
Yes… Think. Where did I come from…?
…where did I come from…?
*Clatter—*
That sound… The chains around my wrists…
I can still hear… I can still—
Aaaahhhhhh—!
I tried to scream. But I couldn’t tell if the voice I heard was truly my own… or just something I imagined.
I tried to move my wrists. But my hands were numb—unfeeling.
Do I even… still have hands that can move?
The thoughts in my mind twisted, tangled—chaotic. I even started to doubt…
Am I truly real…?
Please…
Whoever you are…
Anyone…
Please…
Let me out of this darkness.
Please…
II. Light
Thud—
A dull pain at the back of my head snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned to look at Cordyceps and Chishui Moth Tea. Chishui Moth Tea hunched her shoulders, pressing her palms together in a nervous apology, her expression… Hmm… Was that supposed to look pitiful?
"Sorry, sorry! I was aiming for Cordyceps! Are you okay, Century Egg?"
I glanced at the soft pillow on the ground.
Hmm… Why would she think something like this could actually hurt me?
"I'm fine."
I answered truthfully, not particularly interested in figuring out the reasoning behind her actions. The two of them quickly got into a scuffle. Chishui Moth Tea had told me before—this was called "roughhousing between family." They wouldn’t actually hurt each other; it was just a way to strengthen their bond. After confirming that neither of them was using enough force to cause real harm, I stepped out of the small hut and sat quietly on the wooden steps in front of the entrance.
Based on past experience, those two would keep "roughhousing" for quite some time. I looked up. It was already late. The sky was clear tonight, without a single cloud in sight. Even in the darkness of night, the sky wasn’t as pitch-black as it had been back then—now, the sky was dotted with stars, a full moon hanging round and bright. I kept staring at it.
Chishui Moth Tea always said I could stare at the sky for hours, lost in thought. But to me, it never felt that long. At least, compared to the time I spent in that endless darkness… this was fleeting.
"Chishui Moth Tea!!"
A sharp cry broke through the night—Cordyceps’s voice, shaken and panicked. She rarely sounded like this. Before I could think, my body moved on instinct. By the time I was aware of my surroundings again, I was already inside the hut.
Cordyceps had rushed to Chishui Moth Tea’s side, wrapping her thin arms around the girl’s collapsed form. Wooden vines, like creeping tendrils, had begun to coil around Chishui Moth Tea’s lower legs. She clutched her chest, groaning in pain. Cordyceps’s expression… It must be worry.
As she fumbled in distress, unsure of what to do, I retrieved the medicine Chishui Moth Tea usually hated drinking and brought it to her lips. This time, she didn’t protest. There were no excuses, no complaints about the fishy stench or the sharp, bitter taste of the herbs.
Her face was paler than usual. The lively, energetic girl who was always bouncing around now lay weakly on the bed, eyes shut tight, her expression twisted in discomfort. She looked… like she was in pain.
III. Wine
Cordyceps rarely drinks alcohol. If he drinks, he can no longer stay alert. He won’t be able to respond to enemies that may attack at any moment or handle the sudden worsening of an illness. But whenever Chishui Moth Tea’s condition deteriorates, he actually doesn’t worry as much—because things can’t get any worse than they already are.
At those times, he takes out his wine flask, trying to drown his sorrows. But even so, he never drinks past the point of slight intoxication. When he drinks, he has an uncharacteristic boldness that doesn’t match his usual demeanor. Cordyceps’s alcohol tolerance isn’t great, which is exactly why he can use it to numb himself.
After just a few drinks, a faint red flush appears on his face. Right now, he looks much healthier than usual. Cordyceps lifts his wine flask and presses it against my face. The cool sensation makes me turn my head.
“Want some?”
Before I can answer, he withdraws the flask and gives a self-deprecating smile.
“Oh, right. You never drink with me.”
The clear liquid rolls down his neck. He sets down the flask and leans back on his hands, gazing up at the moon, now veiled by a hazy mist.
“They always say that the moon of one’s homeland is the roundest. But why… why can’t I remember what the moon looked like back then?”
Cordyceps becomes very talkative when he drinks. At first, he always rambles about what Chishui Moth Tea was like as a child. In his descriptions, Chishui Moth Tea used to be a gentle, adorable, even slightly timid little girl—completely different from how she is now. He keeps telling me these things, perhaps because he knows I won’t ask him what really happened.
After a while, he stops talking and simply stares at the sky in a daze. I understand that he doesn’t need a response from me. What he wants is simply… someone who listens to him. He can’t show his weakness in front of Chishui Moth Tea. He doesn’t dare expose any vulnerability before that so-called Holy Church. And in these brief moments, I can see something in his eyes—something that Chishui Moth Tea once described as kindness.
Come to think of it… Cordyceps has always misunderstood my relationship with Chishui Moth Tea. He probably has no idea that, in reality, our relationship is much worse than he imagines.
“Century Egg… do you know? My brother used to be super gentle.”
“Can you imagine? His hair used to be really, really long… so long that it dragged on the ground. If he didn’t braid it, he’d trip over it all the time—he looked so dumb.”
“He always liked smiling, but not like he does now… It was the kind of warm, lazy smile, like basking in the winter sun. Kind of silly, really… He only ever smiled like that around me. You’ve never seen it.”
“But because of me… he never smiles like that anymore.”
“I won’t say it’s all my fault! It was those bad people’s fault! But I don’t want him to worry about me any more than he already does.”
“So I act mischievous, refuse to take my medicine… That way, he won’t realize that his medicine… doesn’t really do anything for me anymore.”
“Ah… You better not tell him about this.”
“But speaking of which, you don’t really want me around, dragging him down, do you? You’ve probably even secretly wished I’d just die already, haven’t you?”
“You rotten egg, I’m not going to let you get your way. My brother has no idea that behind that quiet, honest-looking face of yours, you’re actually such a terrible person. Hehe.”
I look at Chishui Moth Tea’s playful gaze and rub my fingertips together. As expected, that perceptive girl notices the small movement.
“I knew it… But don’t worry, I won’t expose you.”
“……”
“As long as you’re someone my brother chooses to trust, I don’t care how much you hate me.”
“………Why.”
“Wow! That’s the first time you’ve ever answered me!”
“…”
“……Century Egg, ever since the day we escaped from that hellhole, my brother has lost himself. He doesn’t trust anyone anymore. There are so many things he won’t even tell me… but he tells you.”
“So if you ever make him lose the last bit of himself… I swear, even if I have to crawl up from the depths of hell, I will drag you down with me.”
“I will trap you forever in a cage where no light can reach.”
IV. Sharp Blade
If, when I had just emerged from that underground palace, I was nothing more than a machine that could only follow orders… then now, in ways unknown to Cordyceps, I have gradually begun to recover—recover the emotions that a Food Soul, an independent being, should have?
I know that something is wrong with me. That violent urge to destroy everything when faced with deep darkness—that kind of emotion should never have existed. Perhaps it was the glimmer of light in that darkness that calmed me down, but in that moment of mindless haze, my body instinctively obeyed the commands of that frail young man.
It took a long time after we left the underground palace before I could barely manage to regain my ability to speak. The fog clouding my mind gradually lifted, and in front of me appeared a world filled with color. And that beam of light was the brightest thing in my entire world. But whenever I thought about how, one day, even that light would be swallowed by darkness, that violent, uncontrollable emotion would resurface in my mind once more.
Every time it happened, I would feel another consciousness taking control of my hands, compelling me to do something. Controlling emotions is truly difficult. And beside that beam of light, there was always a grayish presence, trying to stain him with its murky shade… it, too, was a beam of light—but it was somewhat of an eyesore. I have thought more than once—if one day, he betrays the oath we share, will that light in my world disappear once again?
Will my world return to that inescapable darkness?
Then, before he betrays me like that person did… wouldn’t it be better if I betrayed him first?
Bathed in moonlight, he slept soundly in his bed. At my fingertips, my claws were coated with a poison lethal upon the slightest wound—one that even a Food Soul would not be able to withstand. As I slowly approached his side, he remained fast asleep, unaware. But then, a soft voice suddenly broke the silence of the room.
"A weapon that has lost its master—does it still have any value? Or… do you wish to return to that boundless darkness once more?"
My hand froze at his neck. Even after I withdrew, he never opened his eyes. He was right—my very existence is meant to be my master's weapon.
If he never betrays the oath we share, then I shall be his unbreakable blade.
In that case… let me believe in someone one more time.
V. Century Egg
"Orecchiette, where is Ginseng?"
"Lord Ginseng is still within the grand formation."
The young boy scratched his nose and let out a sigh.
"Why are you so downcast?"
"…We still haven't found it…"
"…It's just an unofficial historical account, its authenticity is still uncertain. You need not dwell on it so much."
The boy nodded, accepting Orecchiette' consolation, but his face still showed his deep dissatisfaction. However, being the lively person he was, he quickly regained his energy, clenching his fists tightly to encourage himself.
"But we’ve made progress!! Longxi Cured Ham’s palace lantern! Last time, it illuminated a piece of history! The Black Tortoise Emperor was real!"
"Huh?!"
"It’s just like the information Ginseng gave us last time! We found the tomb of a noble from that era, and inside was the sword he once wielded while following the Black Tortoise Emperor on his path to becoming an emperor!"
"I'm going to find Lord Ginseng right now!"
Watching Orecchiette run off into the distance, Eight-Treasure Rice let out a long exhale. Suddenly, a ghostly little figure pounced onto his back.
"Eight—Treasure—Rice!!!!"
"Uwah!!!!!!!"
"Hehehehehe!"
"…It's you, Fermented Tofu. You nearly scared me to death."
"What’s up? Still searching for that Black Tortoise Emperor’s tomb?"
"Yeah."
"Hmm, is there a lot of treasure in his tomb? Why are you so obsessed with finding it?"
"…Hmm… I want to find someone. Someone who only appears in the records."
"Huh?"
A long, long time ago—so long ago that the Light Kingdom wasn’t even called the Light Kingdom—back then, people were in chaos, lawless and aimlessly fighting over the land beneath their feet. And during that era, a great emperor emerged, possessing all the virtues an emperor should have… as well as all the flaws that came with it. He was powerful, decisive, and unwavering. He was cruel, tyrannical, and ruthless. He was a ruler born of destiny, and the heavens bestowed upon him two divine envoys—one of light, one of darkness. This emperor, standing high above all, could trust no one—not even the light that had been born from the void to serve him. But the darkness, silent and enigmatic, was the only one he ever truly believed in.
According to legend, he sacrificed countless lives to create a grand formation that would protect the Light Kingdom, even using himself as its core. According to legend, he trusted no one, so no one ever knew the true location of his tomb. According to legend, he lured the only one he trusted into his tomb—because the envoy of the heavens was undying. That way, when he was resurrected, he would immediately have the sharpest blade and the most loyal friend at his side.
"The Black Tortoise Emperor was truly incredible… History may judge him with mixed opinions, but no one can deny his achievements. Without him, the threats the Light Kingdom faces today wouldn’t just be the Fallen Angels."
Fermented Tofu tilted her head, watching Eight-Treasure Rice frown slightly, puzzled.
"Then why are you frowning?"
Eight-Treasure Rice ruffled the ghostly girl’s hair, his expression tinged with sorrow.
"Perhaps you won’t understand… but being trapped in a place without sunlight for so long—it’s unbearable. If… if our guesses are correct… then those so-called divine envoys were actually Food Souls he summoned…"
"Hiss—then that means! That Food Soul!"
"Yeah… He was locked in the emperor’s tomb alone, watching over his master, living in isolation for thousands of years… Even the deepest bonds would corrode and collapse over such an eternity."
"……………That’s way too tragic!!!"
"Yeah… it really is… That’s why, even if there’s no treasure in the Black Tortoise Emperor’s tomb, I have to save him! No Food Soul should meet such an end!"
At the border of the Light Kingdom, in a small forest village, the sunset cast a warm orange glow over a humble thatched house. Inside, two young voices argued noisily as always. Outside the house, a young dark guard sat in silence, staring at the sky, lost in thought.
Once upon a time, he had been loyal—fiercely devoted to a man far younger than most, yet possessing an unparalleled presence. He had admired the grand vision that man painted with his words. He had once believed he would follow him forever.
But in the end… nothing lasts forever. That day, when he saw the man lying in his coffin with a serene smile, he himself had been bound by chains, modified by another of his own kind. The grand formation drained his strength, leaving him unable to escape that endless, suffocating darkness. —Why didn’t you trust me?
—You once said I was the one you trusted the most…
—Why didn’t you believe in me? Why did you deceive me? Were you so certain… that I wouldn’t give up everything for you?
—Why…
—Why would you lock me away without even giving me an answer…?
—Why… did you abandon me?
The dark guard glanced at the young man who had just sat beside him and quietly took the wine bottle from his hands, taking a deep sip.
"…Cordyceps, will you keep your oath?"
"Hmm? What’s with you today?"
The sharp claws hidden behind his back twitched slightly, but the already tipsy young man didn’t react at all.
"An oath. To never abandon me."
"Hah, Chishui Moth Tea said you were an idiot, and you really are."
"…"
"I made a promise—if you offer me everything you have, I will never abandon you. Why would I ever throw away such a useful blade? Idiot."
"Yes, Master."