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536 pages, Hardcover
First published April 21, 2022
‘I'll just sometimes think about... the choices I made. Just what am I judging, and who will judge me in the end?’
‘What does he look like?’
‘Like... the aurora, I suppose.’

“You're just a tiny… little mushroom.”
He was the master of the Trial Court, determining whether each person entering the city was human or xenogenic. He could decide anyone's fate no matter who they were, needing no justification. Now it was his own turn to stand trial.
Lu Feng reached out with his right hand and ruffled An Zhe's hair.
An Zhe lowered his eyes slightly. The feeling of being patted on the head by the Arbiter was very wondrous. He felt that Lu Feng was now very soft. If it was because his previous words comforted this man, he would feel rather happy.
Thus, he smiled at Lu Feng.
Then he saw Lu Feng's gaze turn malicious, and the fingers that had been patting his head moved downwards and pinched his face.
An Zhe felt that it was better when this man was in a worse mood, because at least then he wouldn't randomly bully others.
“Humankind's interests take precedence over all else. It's not kindness to a single person, it's kindness to the fate of all of humankind. This is the source of unwavering conviction.”
He had never paid attention to anyone's pleas before, but that one time, he lifted the white cloth covering the corpse to reveal that person's wound.
A person's wavering starts from the first time their heart softens.
"When the aurora lights up again, the Colonel will return.”

"I always forget that safety is fleeting, while danger is eternal. We are not entitled to live - the chance is a blessing."
“Listen.” After a violent tremor and gasp, An Ze slowly closed his eyes and spoke in a low voice. “You have no attack or defense. You are just… a little mushroom.”
Maybe it was as An Ze said. He was just a little mushroom.


“Poor little thing.” An Ze had stroked his hair gently. “Did it hurt when you broke?”
“I don't remember.”
So, An Ze had said, “Let’s name you An Zhe.”
And An Zhe agreed.”



A shot rang out. [...] An Zhe didn’t have time to think about what happened in that moment. He could only raise his head to look at the officer in the black uniform. It was because at this moment, the officer was slowly turning the dark muzzle—it was pointed at him.

An Zhe realized that this person must be the Judge. He was the master of the Judiciary Court, the one who decided if those passing through thr gate were human or aberration. He could decide the life and death of any person, no matter who, with no reason needed.
And now it was An Zhe's turn at trial.
His heart pounded. When the barrel of the gun turned to him, he realized he might actually die - but faced with the Judge's icy green eyes, he found himself beginning to calm down.

The Judge had come to a stop in front of him. The man's ring finger tightened around the grip; he lowered the gun and then holstered it.
“Come with me,” he said. His voice was as cooly unruffled as his expression.
[...]
He looked up in confusion. Then he heard the Judge’s voice, even colder than before. “Hold out your hand.”
An Zhe did so.
Click. He shivered at the icy feeling. One end of the silver handcuffs was around his wrist; the other was held by the officer himslef.
That was how Anze was led away.


An Zhe jumped out of the chair and left with this person. This time, he was freed and not handcuffed. In the uninhabited corridor, they had walked halfway through when Lu Feng suddenly opened his mouth. “The first time I saw you, my intuition told me that you aren’t human.”
An Zhe almost went into cardiac arrest. After a full three seconds, he finally said, “That… what about the second glance?”
“This is the first time I’ve applied for a genetic test.” The colonel reached out and handed over the report sheet on the genetic examination. “You better be.”
He looked like An Ze: soft black hair and dark eyes. Many parts of him were just like An Ze, but there were also subtle differences. And he didn't have An Ze's gentle and calm demeanor.
Once , An Ze had said to him, “I feel like I've gained a little brother. I want to give you a name, little mushroom.”



"I've never gone against my principles," he said. "But there is no one to judge if what I'm doing is right."
An Zhe thought of what the young arbiter Seran had told him. "You're not certain if you were right to kill those people?"
"No, I'm certain." Lu Feng's green eyes were like a frozen lake. "I just think about the choices I've made and wonder... what am I really judging, and who will end up judging me?"
[...]
An Zhe looked at Lu Feng. "I don't hate you for the things you did," he said. "You didn't do anything wrong."
[...] Lu Feng reached out and stroked An Zhe's hair.
It was a strange feeling, having the Judge stroke his hair. Lu Feng seemed to be in a tender state of mind.

"Why are you still here?" said a voice he faintly recognized. [...] "Not going home yet?"
An Zhe shook his head. "I want to give this back to the colonel." He took off the jacket. "Could you pass it to him for me?"
The arbiter smiled faintly. "You're not going to wait for him?"
He'd only worn the colonel's jacket once, thought An Zhe. Now, for some reason, everyone assumed there was something between them.
"The colonel and I..." An Zhe struggled to find the words. "We're not that close."

"The colonel's been working for a long time without a break," he murmured. "Are you sure you won't wait for him?"
At that very moment, the aurora above them shifted, lightning up the sky and the earth like a bolt of lightning.
An Zhe's heart skipped a beat. Some unassailable urge swept over him; he couldn't help but look toward the gate at Lu Feng's figure, so tall and so lonely in the night. He had the sense that if he left now, he'd never have anything to do with the man again for the rest of his life.
An Zhe took the coat back. The arbiter looked at him.
"I..." said An Zhe. "I'll wait for him."
The arbiter smiled warmly and unfolded the jacket to drape it around An Zhe's shoulders. "Thank you."

"What's wrong?" asked Lu Feng, his voice lower than usual. The hallway was dimly lit; perhaps that was why the lines of his face didn't seem as sharply intimidating as they usually were.
An Zhe braced himslef. Even if only for his spore's sake, he had to ingratiate himself with the Judge.
"If... if you don't have anywhere else to go," An Zhe said, looking up at Lu Feng, "you could stay here with me."

"Does he look scary?"
The younglings all looked over at Anzhe, the topic apparently having piqued their interest.
"He..." An Zhe recalled Lu Feng's appearance, trying to make an assessment based on human standards of beauty. "He is a little scary, but he's also very good looking."
"What does he look like?"
The younglings' questions only became more complicated; An Zhe didn't know how to desribe it to them. As he thought long and hard about the question, he suddenly recalled the colour of Lu Feng's eyes: a deep, cold green, like the colour of the aurora in the sky.
"He looks...like the aurora," An Zhe said.
An Zhe rolled over, pressing gently against him. He'd fallen asleep.
He'd curled up like a little animal [...] There was no no tension at all in his body. As he slept, he was completely unwary and unguarded, as if...as if he was sleeping somewhere safe, somewhere he trusted with his whole heart, secure in the belief that no one would harm him.

He gave the impression of something that could be both easily destroyed and easily protected.
Lu Feng stared at him for a long time without expression. Then he reached out, the tip of his finger touching the warm skin at the center of An Zhe's brow like a dragonfly alighting on the water's surface. An Zhe's brow slowly relaxed. In just a few minutes, his slumber seemed as peaceful as before.

At that point, he realized the towel he had wrapped around himself had fallen open and slid down his body, exposing his shoullder and back. And his hand was tightly clutched around someone's hem. An Zhe had pressed up entirely against the other person's body, burying his face into his shoulder.


An Zhe ground his teeth. He was sure that the person trying to touch the spore was Lu Feng, as horrible as ever.
But then the spore drifted all the way in front of that horrible man, reaching out with his hyphae to touch his finger through the glass.
An Zhe stared in horror.
When Lu Feng drew away, its hyphae drooped dejectedly.

[An Zhe] looked up at Lu Feng. Lu Feng reached out and tousled his hair. There was none of the usual mockery or apathy in his eyes. An Zhe felt like he should say something - perhaps tell him to stay safe, to take care, or something along those lines. [...]
In the end, all An Zhe said was, "I made mushroom soup tonight."
Lu Feng's eyes brimmed with mirth. "Thank you," he said. "Make it again for me when I'm back."
His eyes the color of fireflies in the deepest forest on a summer night, were fixed on An Zhe.
[...]
"I might not come back," he rasped. "Take care of yourself."

4,5 'Judgement Day' stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐/⭐"Humankind's interests take precedence over all else. It's not kindness to a single person, it's kindness to the fate of all of humankind. This is the source of unwavering conviction"