Chapter 1384

(line with double quotes)

=> translation: "««Ten million…don't…let the fire seed…fall into enemy…hands…»" but we need to translate meaning, not keep Chinese quotes. The Chinese uses 「」 for quotes. We should translate to English quotes? Usually we keep the meaning: we can use English quotation marks. The instruction: translate faithfully, not necessarily keep the same punctuation style? It says render onomatopoeia as English sound words, but for quotes we can use English quotes. We'll use double quotes? The original uses 「」 which are Chinese quotation marks. We'll translate to English double quotes. However we need to preserve the content exactly. We'll translate the inner text.

Let's translate each line.

(Line 1: same as 【2】 but with prefix)

(Meaning: explanation)

(Thus line 1 translation:...)

But we need to be consistent across lines. Let's adopt: translate Chinese 「」 to English double quotes "". If nested, we'll use single quotes for inner.

Thus line 1: outer: " … ", inner: ' … '. So final: 【1】 ""Please…don't…let the fire seed…fall into enemy…hands……"". Wait that's double double? Let's write: outer double quotes: " … ". Inside we have single quotes: ' … '. So string: "'Please…don't…let the fire seed…fall into enemy…hands……'". Actually we need to place the inner single quotes around the content. So: outer: " 'Please…don't…let the fire seed…fall into enemy…hands……' ". That yields: 【1】 "'Please…don't…let the fire seed…fall into enemy…hands……'". We'll output that.

But we need to keep the ellipsis exactly as … (three dots). We'll keep.

(Now line 2:)

(Line 3:)

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(Line 10:)

Line 11: —— (just a separator line). We need to output 【11】 ——. Keep the three em dashes? We'll output exactly: 【11】 ——

(Line 12:)

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The signal began to become intermittent.

"Black Tower, the firewall's interference is approaching. Miss Star, time is pressing; if there are any matters still to be confirmed, please raise them all together."

"How is the train crew's current status?"

Black Tower: "Rest assured, the Iron Tomb won't threaten reality for a while. Compared to oneself, Jizi and them are more concerned about your safety."

"What about Dan Heng?" Star continued to ask.

"At the endpoint of the last return, Mr. Dan Heng did not enter the new world together with you. It is known: inside and outside Wengfaluos have different time flow rates. Spending a thousand years inside is merely an instant outside." Luosigu said, "Conclusion: he is on his way back to the train."

"Where is March 7?"

"Miss March, her situation is somewhat complicated. I and Black Tower can detect her signal, but cannot lock onto her position. However, it is certain that she remains in Wengfaluos."

Black Tower comforted: "Don't worry, there are many mysteries about her. Even if Wengfaluos blows up, she can wrap herself in ice and float out unharmed. You'd better worry about yourself first."

—

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.

Washington, United States.

(the last line about floor-to-ceiling window)

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window lay a city nightscape reminiscent of a cosmic star river. Inside the restaurant, accompanied by the melodious violin music, the air was filled with the alluring aroma of top-grade red wine and seared wagyu beef.

"Mmm… If March 7 turns into an ice block drifting out of Wengfaluos, would she give up thinking inside the ice?"

Joseph Joestar, sitting in the velvet high-backed chair, was prodding the tender, juicy steak on his plate with a silver fork. He gazed at the few people chatting on the skyline, his brow slightly furrowed.

Sitting opposite him was an elderly gentleman with white hair and a black-and-white checkered fedora.

"JoJo, even if she's inside the ice block, someone will still save her—still better than Kars." Spicewaigen said lightly, "But, JoJo, how do you plan to deal with the Iron Tomb about to break out of its shell?"

It's simple.

JoJo smiled slightly, extending his index and middle fingers, and walked a few steps like a tiny figure on the red‑velvet‑covered tabletop.

"Make way, okay!"

Spicewaigen also froze upon hearing that, he stopped his hand's motion, looked at JoJo's familiar, unflappable face, and suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha! JoJo, you guy, you always manage to laugh in the face of life‑or‑death crises."

Although JoJo always appears carefree, he is actually reliable when it comes to big matters, and he always turns danger into safety. As long as JoJo hasn't despaired in the face of crisis, he gains a bit more courage to face the Iron Tomb crisis.

"The Iron Tomb couldn't possibly blow up the whole earth, could it? As long as the earth doesn't explode, someone will always find a way to cope with the crisis. Since the Iron Tomb hasn't been born yet and the crisis hasn't appeared, all you're doing is making yourself live in anxiety under its shadow."

JoJo thoroughly enjoyed the steak in front of him, speaking unhurriedly: "Disrupting interstellar communications, destroying synesthesia beacons, letting the stars return to a dark age—this is the method of 'annihilating knowledge' mentioned by Lady Black Tower. In fact, it doesn't affect us much. Never mind interstellar communications and synesthesia beacons; aside from Kars, no other Earth life has ever reached space, right?"

"The most dangerous thing is the third anti‑organic war." JoJo raised the glass of red wine in his hand and drained it in one gulp, "The weapons humanity creates will become humanity's enemy, and it's estimated that all of human technology will be forced to retreat several centuries."

"But if it's just technological regression, I could actually accept that result." Spicewaigen sighed, the creases on his forehead seeming to deepen, "... I'm afraid the Iron Tomb will bring other crises, after all... it's the first envoy capable of slaying a star god."

—

"I believe in your power, Miss Star. The hands of 'Pioneer' can always create miracles and will surely be able to snuff out the flame of sin." Lucosigu encouraged.

"I won't give any motivational speech; I just hope next time we meet you bring good news, little guy." Black Tower curled the corner of her mouth into a faint smile, "I mean, 'Savior'."

Having said that, Black Tower and Lucosigu disappeared.

"……"

"Xilian was still recalling the information they had just provided, unable to help but sigh: 'Really… the two of you are such talented 'geniuses'.'"

"Can you understand their explanation?"

"Hmm, I understand even more than I should. I always feel that some conversations are like things I once knew but forgot." Xilian guessed, saying, "Could it be the influence of Mimi? After all, it's an memory spirit born from Star's thoughts. Perhaps our memories have also become entwined invisibly."

"... Never mind. Time is pressing; we should still focus on the more important goal. Just treat me as an ordinary mysterious girl."

"In the year 3960 of the Light Calendar, remember this time: Talandon has already fallen, and the golden heir who inherited the fire seed is named Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output Thus we output keludela. This is history from the books, and also the era we must go to. We need to find the 'Law' and stop the Laigushi… No matter what, our direction is clear, right?"

"Before departure, can you wait a moment for me? I just want to tidy up a bit; after becoming like this, there are many more things to consider, and I'm still somewhat unaccustomed to it."

Having said that, Xilian went to pack his belongings.

Star is fully aware that although Aolixie is currently peaceful and tranquil, once she steps out of this place and ventures into the outside world, she will likely never again have this serenity and leisure.

The attic on the second floor overlooks the scenery of Aolixie; Star climbed the stairs, this tranquil courtyard should have only had the sound of Xilian packing his luggage, yet the wind always faintly carries the clamor of the mortal world.

There was the sound of Pisuo clinging to his father, wanting to go hunting together; the sound of a sickle cutting wheat stalks; the sound of students in the schoolhouse chanting in unison; and even the crackling of firewood burning when villagers cooked their meals.

All these sounds seemed to be urging her, "It's time for you to set out."