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Laba Noodles

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“ To slay ghosts and drive away evil, I will die a thousand deaths if I have to. ”

Bio[]

A youth with the heart of a warrior born with "ghost eyes" that grant him the ability to see ghosts. He believes the meaning of his existence is to beat back ghost hordes, slay wicked forces, and uphold the good. The copper blade he holds shatters easily, but it can be repaired by slaying ghosts.

Food Introduction[]

Laba noodles are a traditional snack food of the Chinese Laba Festival, popular in the Shaanxi and Guanzhong region. Here, every year on the 8th day of the 12th month of the lunar year (the day known as "Laba"), all the households must eat a bowl of Laba noodles, which consist of noodles and various beans. Red beans are first cooked overnight, and then noodles as thick as chives are made while scallions are sauteed to bring out their flavor. After the noodles are boiled, the scallions are added to the pot, and a dish of Laba noodles capable of driving away evil and bringing good fortune is ready to serve.

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Initial Stats[]

Soul Power 1605
Attack 51
Defense 24
HP 410
Crit Rate 599
Crit Dmg 721
Atk Spd 1265

Skills[]

Dagger Spit Basic Skill
Laba Noodles throws out with his dagger at the enemy, dealing 100% (180%) ATK as damage plus 60 (780) extra damage to the nearest enemy, with a 50% chance of stunning the target for 3 seconds.
Splash Ink Energy Skill
Laba Noodles drives away nearby ghosts with his blade, dealing 100% (180%) ATK as damage to a single enemy, plus 213 (2769) damage, while also stunning the target for 3 seconds, with a 70% chance of lowering the target's ATK by 20% (44%) for 5 seconds.
Super Splash Ink Link Skill
Laba Noodles drives away nearby ghosts with his blade, dealing 120% (220%) ATK as damage to a single enemy, plus 256 (3328) damage, while also stunning the target for 3 seconds, with a 70% chance of lowering the target's ATK by 20% (60%) for 5 seconds.

blue = lvl 1

red = max lvl

Voice Lines[]

JP CN
Contract To slay ghost hordes, drive away evil, and protect the good-- that is my undying mission.
Log In Attendant, you've returned. Wait, this cup of tea has gone cold. I'll pour you a new one.
Ice Arena It's a bit cold, but I can take it.
Skills All evil spirits will fall to my blade.
Ascend I will seize this opportunity and keep honing my skills.
Fatigue Sorry... I'm somewhat unable to move at the moment...
Recovering I will restore my condition right away.
Team Formation Please rest assured. After all, this is my duty.
Knockout My sword-- shattered again...
Notice Um... I didn't know what you wanted to eat, so I just made something similar to last time.
Idle 1 It's another idle day in the teahouse today. Attendant, do you have anything you need my help with?
Idle 2 Attendant, I've overheard you muttering about some misfortunes, so I thought these amulets might be of help.
Idle 3 The scars on my legs are things of the past. Don't worry about them.
Interaction 1 Hm...? Sorry, my ghost eyes see not the ill fortune you speak of.
Interaction 2 Do not worry. This sword may have slaughtered many ghosts, but it cannot harm people.
Interaction 3 These amulets cannot be used frivolously. If it were to bring trouble upon us, that would not be good.
Pledge From this day on, I will dispel all forces of evil and malice, and ensure your safety and well-being all your life.
Intimacy 1 Before all I thought about was ridding the world of evil and roaming the land, but you've give me a reason to want to stay.
Intimacy 2 Uh... You say my hair is always disheveled and messy? Then do you... want to comb it for me?
Intimacy 3 If you're tired... you can lean towards me a bit...
Victory Seeking good and expelling evil-- this is the righteous path.
Defeat I need more practice after all... I've let you down...
Feeding Is this... a gift? I will treasure it.

Skins

Against the Wind

“ May my blade drive away ghosts and bring safety to the multitudes. ”
— Laba Noodles
Breezy Spring, Icy Moon


Notes

  • The Layue month is equivalent to December.
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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. Cold Winter

II. Early Spring

III. Peace and Calm

IV. Sudden Change

V. Laba Noodles

I. Cold Winter

"That strange monster with yin-yang eyes is out again. Let's go!"

"Mom, what are yin-yang eyes? And why is his sword broken?"

"Why are you asking so many questions? Hurry up! We’re leaving!"

Voices from the roadside reached my ears, and my steps faltered for a brief moment before I swiftly slipped into a narrow alley. A little girl stood before a snowman, stretching on her tiptoes, desperately trying to place a carrot where its nose should be. But the height difference was too much. Even as her face flushed red with effort, she still couldn’t reach.

"Let me help you."

After watching for a while, I stepped forward and extended my hand. She didn't say anything—her innocent eyes simply sparkled with expectation as she obediently handed me the carrot. But just as I raised my hand, a figure suddenly rushed over and scooped the girl up in their arms. The carrot tumbled from her grasp, landing crookedly in the snow. My hand hung mid-air, momentarily unsure of what to do. The boy holding her looked flustered, his gaze flickering toward my sword. Upon seeing it, his expression turned to one of fear. Clutching the little girl tightly, he spun around and ran, leaving behind a trail of messy footprints in the snow. I bent down, picked up the fallen carrot, brushed off the snow, and carefully placed it on the snowman’s face. Its crooked mouth curved into a clumsy, awkward smile.

Outside the village, snow-laden branches trembled as clumps of white tumbled to the ground. Now and then, a few crows flitted across the sky. Sitting atop a small hill, I gazed at the village blanketed in snow. Smoke curled lazily from chimneys in the distance. I suddenly wished my troubles could drift away like that smoke. More than half a month ago, my Master Attendant summoned me to this remote, secluded village. The villagers lived self-sufficiently, content with their peaceful way of life.

I was the first Food Soul to appear here.

Born with unusual yin-yang eyes, I could perceive what others could not—the ominous aura of misfortune, the lingering spirits of the dead. My instincts told me these were signs of danger, harbingers of disaster. But whenever I spoke of such things, people would look at me strangely, confusion and doubt in their eyes. Their tranquil lives had shielded them from fear. They refused to acknowledge the presence of unseen threats, especially ones so intangible and ominous. I only wanted to warn them about what I could sense. But at the time, I didn’t realize just how much they dreaded anything that could shatter their illusion of a peaceful existence.

Even my Master Attendant was no exception. After I took up my blade and slew the small Fallen Angels that occasionally lurked outside the village, the people’s attitudes toward me shifted. At first, they didn’t understand. Then came resentment. Then fear. Perhaps they thought I had disturbed their tranquil lives. Rumors about the "ominous Food Soul" began to spread throughout the village.

"I saw it with my own eyes! He cut down those monsters with his sword and absorbed them into the blade!"

"Those things never showed up before he arrived."

"Yeah! And he’s always muttering about ghosts and spirits. And those strange eyes of his…"

"Have you noticed? His sword was all tattered and broken at first, but after absorbing those creatures, it started to repair itself. I bet he's the real monster!"

I had tried to explain countless times.

My sword was fragile — it easily shattered. Only by slaying those I called "evil spirits," the Fallen Angels, could I use their essence to mend its cracks.

But no one wanted to listen.

No one would believe me.

II. Early Spring

Night had fallen, and the dark sky showed not a single star. Brushing the snow off my shoulders, I rose to my feet and made my way back to the village. Warm lights glowed from every home, and the fragrant aroma of porridge and noodles filled the narrow streets. Not far away, people had gathered around bonfires, performing rituals for the festival. Children ran about, laughing and chasing each other with candied hawthorn sticks in hand. Only then did I realize—it was the Laba Festival.

Perhaps it was the festive atmosphere, but a faint warmth spread in my heart. A thought suddenly struck me, and I turned back toward the village outskirts. Carrying a few wild pheasants I had caught from the grasslands and clutching a set of recently crafted demon-repelling talismans, I quickened my pace homeward. The heavy gloom that had lingered over me seemed to lift slightly, replaced by a sense of anticipation.

Yet, the next moment, all I saw was the tightly shut door before me. Snow had once again settled on my shoulders before I finally turned away. My sigh turned into a white mist, vanishing into the cold air. The harsh reality left me too exhausted to argue anymore, extinguishing the last spark of hope within me. I should have known better. A strange Food Soul like me would never be allowed to stay in this home for long.

I walked through the winding paths of the village, the sound of laughter still drifting through the warm golden glow of the lanterns. At the village entrance, I placed the final demon-repelling talisman, severing the last remaining connection I had with this place. Wandering aimlessly through the vast, snow-covered landscape, the voices and lights of the village gradually faded behind me, swallowed by the whirling snowstorm. The world around me fell into complete silence, with only the endless snow enveloping me.

For the next two months, I continued my journey, accompanied only by the wind and snow. By the time I neared another city, the season of melting snow had already arrived. From atop a mountain, I could see the faint outline of the small town in the distance. But fate always had a way of striking at unexpected moments. Deep within the forest, I encountered a Fallen Angel in a frenzied state. After an intense battle, I gradually fell into a disadvantage. Just as I was about to lose consciousness, my last fleeting memories were of a fiery red silhouette and the sight of the Fallen Angel collapsing.

When I awoke, I found myself lying in a clean and orderly room, my wounds carefully wrapped in fresh bandages. The door creaked open, and a tall figure stepped inside, carrying a bowl of medicine. Like me, he was a Food Soul. And suddenly, I remembered—he must have been the one I saw in the forest.

“Oh! You’re awake! Master said that if you drink this medicine, you’ll recover in no time!”

“I’m Fire Crystal Persimmon Cake! What’s your name? Why were you in that place? Ah, but I guess I was still a little late, otherwise you wouldn’t have gotten hurt… Sorry about that! No wonder I couldn’t find that guy these past few days—turns out he was hiding so deep in the forest!”

Without giving me a chance to respond, this Food Soul named Fire Crystal Persimmon Cake kept talking on his own.

“Um… thank you. My name is Laba Noodles…”

I quietly drank the medicine and prepared to leave.

“No need to thank me! Wait—where are you going?”

“I’m feeling much better now. I don’t want to trouble you any further…”

“What are you saying? It’s no trouble at all! No way, you can’t leave yet. Master said you need to rest and recover before going anywhere!”

“But…”

“Don’t worry! We’re not bad people. This place is completely safe! Besides, just look at your injuries—there’s no way you can leave anytime soon.”

His sudden warmth and enthusiasm left me momentarily frozen in place, wavering on my decision to leave.

III. Peace and Calm

And so, I remained in this residence. The owner of this place was Fire Crystal Persimmon Cake’s Master Attendant, known as Daoist Jiangyun. But now, I too should respectfully call him Master. He was a demon subjugator who had inherited his family’s ancient arts of exorcism and demon-hunting. In his youth, Master made quite a name for himself. Now, having settled here, he took in Fire Crystal Persimmon Cake as his disciple, often sending him out to eliminate demons and uphold justice.

During my time recovering, Master learned about my fragile bronze sword, my unusual yin-yang eyes, and my knowledge of talismans. To my surprise, he showed neither confusion nor disgust—on the contrary, he even seemed pleased. Master told me that these were the gifts I was born with.

"Do not concern yourself with how others see you. Everything in this world follows its own path."

"If you are willing, you may stay and cultivate your talents alongside Fire Crystal Persimmon Cake."

"Say yes already! Master is really amazing! Hahaha—so does that mean from now on, you’ll have to call me Big Brother!"

"...Can I really...?"

"Of course, Little Brother! You're smart, you'll definitely be able to do it!"

The kind-looking elder before me stroked his beard. Though he said nothing more, his gaze carried a silent yet firm approval. Master and Big Brother’s words washed over me like a spring breeze. For the first time, I realized—I was never an anomaly in their eyes, merely someone with a different kind of ability.

I began studying various spells and talismans. My yin-yang eyes and bronze sword became more refined in their use. We were sent on missions to eliminate Fallen Angels, strengthening our experience.

Big Brother was lively by nature but meticulous and reliable in his work. No matter how difficult the mission, he always completed it flawlessly. Every time I saw the grateful smiles of those we saved, I quietly made a vow: I must work hard to become like Big Brother—strong enough to help and protect others.

But as Master often said, “Safety and danger are two sides of the same coin, and fortune and misfortune come hand in hand.”

After peaceful days, a storm was bound to follow. That day, I returned from training as usual, only to learn from Big Brother that Master had gone traveling for a while. I wasn’t surprised—Master often traveled. But what struck me as odd was the brief flicker of something unusual in Big Brother’s expression. It vanished in an instant, so quickly that I thought I might have imagined it.

A few days later, Big Brother assigned me a task—a demon-hunting mission in a distant village. On my way back after completing the mission, an ominous feeling suddenly surged within me. Unease and panic gripped my heart. I quickened my pace, hurrying home as fast as I could.

IV. Sudden Change

As I had feared, my intuition was right. When I returned home, the courtyard gate was wide open, and a group of unfamiliar men in black were ransacking every room. The ominous aura surrounding them made me feel extremely uneasy.

I swiftly threw out several talismans to block them off and asked warily, "Who are you?"

The man who seemed to be their leader scoffed.

"We’re here to take something. Where are that Daoist’s artifacts and secret manuals?"

"You know my Master? Where is he?!"

"Enough nonsense! Hand over the items!"

"You will not lay a hand on Master's belongings!"

No matter how I questioned them, the men in black refused to say anything about Master's whereabouts. In the end, my anger overcame my reason—I drew my sword and charged at them. The men in black seemed to realize things were going south. After barely dodging a few strikes, they fled in a panic. Staring at the mess they had left behind, my emotions were as chaotic as the wreckage in front of me.

Just then, a sharp chirping sound came from inside the house.

*Chirp—chirp—!*

I turned toward the noise and saw a small mechanical box shaking slightly. It was a security box that Big Brother used to store important items, and the sound was coming from a wooden bird perched on top of it. Sensing that something was off, I stepped forward and opened the box. A letter popped out.

"Laba Noodles, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this in advance. This might feel sudden, but I’ve decided to go traveling with Master. You know how Master always tells me to go out and broaden my horizons. As for you, Laba Noodles, you’re still young. Don’t go through the same hardships as I did. But don’t slack off on your training, and remember to help more people. Stay home and wait for us to return, okay? If you don’t make progress in your studies, Master will definitely scold you!"

Staring at Big Brother’s usual bold handwriting and the smiling face he had drawn at the end, my heart felt as heavy as a stone. I recalled that fleeting moment of strange expression before I left, as well as today's intruders in black. Everything pointed to one undeniable truth — Things were not as simple as Big Brother claimed.

Master had once warned me that their family’s exorcism techniques might attract the attention of people with ulterior motives, urging us to stay cautious. And knowing Big Brother’s personality, there was no way he would just leave so suddenly without reason.

There was only one possibility — Something had happened to Master. Something serious enough that Big Brother left without hesitation. And more than that… They didn’t want me to get involved.

Countless thoughts swirled in my mind as I clenched the letter tightly, unable to speak for a long time. Days passed, but no news came. The courtyard gate remained shut, never to open again.

So, I made my decision — I would leave. I would seek the truth. I would face whatever unknowns lay ahead. But no matter what happened—I would find Master and Big Brother.

V. Laba Noodles

After traveling through many places, Laba Noodles finally learned of an organization called the Holy Church. They had spread their influence across every corner of the Light Kingdom, amassing wealth, capturing Food Souls for experiments, and committing all manner of atrocities. Laba Noodles eventually confirmed that the men in black from that day were indeed part of the Holy Church. But to this day, he still had not found his Master or Big Brother — Perhaps, in a way, that was good news.

Still, he would never give up.

It was only when Chrysanthemum Wine led Laba Noodles into the Ink Pavilion that he realized—There were others who shared his mission. Other Food Souls who were fighting to eradicate the cult, to dispel the darkness, and to save those suffering under their cruelty.

Laba Noodles even felt a hint of gratitude—If he hadn’t been lying in ambush near that cult branch, he might never have crossed paths with Chrysanthemum Wine, and he might never have naturally become part of Ink Pavilion. So when Dongtang extended an invitation to him, he did not hesitate to accept. It was for himself, and for others.

Laba Noodles gazed out from the loft, lost in thought. If Master and Big Brother could see him now…Would they be proud of him?

Another Laba Festival arrived. Snow blanketed the land, while winter plums reflected the glow of lanterns, casting a warm light upon the snowy world. A chorus of footsteps echoed through the pavilion. Almond Tofu carried a tray of desserts, urging Laba Noodles to come downstairs. Meanwhile, Chrysanthemum Wine and Dongtang strolled over at a leisurely pace, bottles of wine in hand. In an instant, the small pavilion was filled with laughter, clinking cups, and warm chatter.

"What a huge spoon... I want to eat with it..."

"Laba Noodles... That’s not a spoon meant for eating..."

Chrysanthemum Wine frowned at the drunken Laba Noodles, who was clumsily trying to steal Almond Tofu’s spoon to eat his meal. With a flick of her hand—Laba Noodles was sent sprawling onto the ground. Dongtang watched the lively scene, a faint smile curling at her lips, as the tea in her cup swirled with rising steam. Through his hazy consciousness, Laba Noodles felt snowflakes land gently on his face. It reminded him of that night long ago, when he had been cast out into the cold. That too, had been a snowy night.

But tonight — The snow felt different.

The world before him was no longer as cold as the past.

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