Xyrin Empire
Chapter 482 Dingdang is Awesome

Chapter 482: Chapter 482 Dingdang is Awesome

In this world, there is nothing more incredible than a Goddess who stops to rob people.

Especially when this Lady Goddess is only about the size of a palm.

Whoever taught Little One all that nonsense, at any rate, when Dingdang confidently hovered in front of the stunned Heroic Spirit Girl and declared a robbery—after biting her tongue—everyone, except for Dingdang and Little Baobao, just collapsed.

"What in the world is that?"

Tohsaka Rin, with a face ready to twitch, tightly pinched Archer’s arm to calm herself but still couldn’t help asking me.

"Just think of her as some sort of pet."

While we were talking, the unlucky (allow me to use this term for what seems to be the mysterious Heroic Spirit Girl with the dignity of a Heroic King; it’s just too apt) Heroic Spirit finally reacted, pointing angrily at the little creature before her and bellowed, "You insignificant thing, even you dare to challenge my authority?!"

"Wow! Insignificant?!" Dingdang burst out, absolutely triggered, as ’insignificant’ was definitely forbidden word—apparently, except for a few of us masters, even the unfortunate child Yelsen would be stripped and hung in the Pantheon for three days if he dared say it, let alone a mere dark-skinned "mortal." "Dingdang is getting angry! Don’t you know how powerful Dingdang is?!"

Honestly, watching these three idiots interact until now, I’ve somewhat had enough, but... but the most important thing now was indeed to set up the DV and record this historic scene!

Defeated by a little girl and provoked by her pet up to now, the unfortunate Heroic Spirit Girl didn’t even use her majestic treasure, Heavy Rain. Instead, she casually pulled out a broad axe with rainbow hues from space and swung it down at Dingdang... uh, slapped it down.

It was indeed a slap—flattening the axe and using the flat side, Miss Heroic Spirit, are you practicing swatting flies?

"Ding—krak—"

A weird noise ensued, definitely not the sound of metal hitting a solid body; Dingdang was still hovering in the air, only with a puzzled look on her face. She then gently rubbed her tiny peanut-sized head, while the attacking Heroic Spirit Girl, due to inertia, almost fell forward but managed to stabilize herself and lifted the rainbow broad axe to find there was now a subtle hole in the blade.

Er, a subtle shape. That is, it looked like looking down at Dingdang’s cross-section, even the thin wings were perfectly displayed in hollow engraving on the surface of the axe.

This was too bizarre; Dingdang had drilled a hole right through this treasure.

"It turns out..." the Heroic Spirit Girl stared blankly at the now breezy rainbow axe and suddenly it seemed to dawn on her, "So, it’s Divine, isn’t it? At least it’s the original Divine-made Creature. Interesting, so interesting! I never thought I’d encounter something this fascinating today. Only a being with divinity can damage this Rainbow Axe cursed by Hephaestus before its creation; looks like I’ve run into more than just misfortune today."

An axe that gets damaged only by divinity? Are there such things in mythological stories?

Sadly, I’m not an expert in ancient culture, and the myths of this world aren’t likely the same as those on Earth. Only one thing is certain, the Iron Head Vajra, Little Dingdang, just now damaged someone’s axe, and the owner is about to explode.

"A divine creation, huh, haha, just what I was hoping for... Heavenly Lock!"

As if she were throwing away trash, the Heroic Spirit Girl tossed aside the treasure, possibly enveloped in countless halos, in her hand. Before Dingdang, who was still obliviously rubbing her head, could react, the girl suddenly pointed forward. Immediately, several ring-like spatial waves appeared in the air from the heavens to the ground, and Dingdang was right in the middle of these fluctuations. Little Thing, who had just confusedly looked up, was already completely enveloped by the swiftly flying chains from all directions.

Heavenly Lock, that was a mythically strong chain that had once bound the Heavenly Bull, a creature with divinity. The Heavenly Lock naturally possessed special effects against divine entities; basically, any divine creature bound by the chain absolutely could not escape. Furthermore, the stronger the divinity of the creature, the harder the chain would become. It was a quite rare weapon specifically used against gods. Although I didn’t know the standards of gods in this world, the divinity in Dingdang was definitely stronger and purer than any of those fake gods. Therefore, the golden chains emitted an unprecedented golden light the moment they bound the Little Thing. When the golden light receded, the chains almost had a diamond-like clarity, a phenomenon formed after an extreme compression of energy. Perhaps since the Heroic King first acquired these chains, they had never burst forth with full force like today.

"Ha ha! Indeed, even gods are just like this!"

The Heroic Spirit Girl immediately burst into proud laughter, clearly believing that the quirky Little One had been thoroughly trapped, capturing a divine creature made her extremely proud.

"Ah Jun, should we step in and help?"

Sandora suddenly tugged at my sleeve and leaned in to say, "Little Thing might be a True God, but she is just a junior deity specializing in healing. In this world, where she can’t casually use her powers, it might be difficult to break free from that chain based on strength alone."

That was true, I nodded. Dingdang’s barely a level 5 combat ability was well known to us. Everything was negotiable in her own home universe, but here, if she didn’t use divine authority, using just her two known moves: Dingdang Steel Teeth Attack and Dingdang Cute Attack to fight would indeed be a bit mysterious.

But just as I was about to deactivate the invisibility field, the seemingly impregnable chains suddenly trembled. Then, to the astonishment of everyone, including the Heroic Spirit Girl, a historic scene unfolded—

Dingdang wriggled out through the links of the chain!

Damn it! This was beyond description! Dingdang had actually managed to squeeze through the links of the Heavenly Lock; in front of the great Life Goddess, the Heavenly Lock, known as the specialized weapon against gods, had its biggest weakness—it’s links were simply too large!

Standing no more than three inches tall and shoulder width not even as large as an egg, the Little Douding Goddess heaved herself up from the links of the Heavenly Lock. She then carefully pulled her still-squeezed dress from within and finally shook her slightly wrinkled wings, arrogantly standing on a relatively flat link, her little head almost tilting up to the sky: "Humph! Your chains are useless against Dingdang! Dingdang is simply too awesome!"

The real reason is that you’re just too small, right?

Even such a killer weapon specifically for gods had been utterly defeated by the opponent’s size. The Heroic Spirit Girl, who had lost count of how many times she had been unlucky today, almost collapsed, her eyes revealing an extreme look of grievance and hurt—one that made one feel sympathetic—if only her face could be a bit paler.

I initially thought she would be forced to use her ultimate weapon, the "Deviation Sword," reputed to be able to slice through space, but it seemed that the shock of Dingdang’s glamorous final strike was too great; the "King’s Girl" didn’t even draw any more weapons but simply waved her hand to dissipate the magic of the Heavenly Lock.

With a "splash," as the support from its owner was lost, the Heavenly Lock disappeared into the air again. Standing on the chain, Dingdang quickly flew up and then shouted in protest, "Hey! You want to drop Dingdang, don’t you? It must be some vicious trick, right?"

"Illusion, everything that happened today has been an illusion, caused by a lack of sleep recently..." The "Heroic King suspect," completely black, spiritless, and in a daze, seemed to have not heard Dingdang’s words and mumbled to herself as she turned around, "After returning, I must quickly take a bath and sleep, yes, sleep... Right, I’m still sleeping now, so it must be a dream, definitely a dream..."

Tormented by Bubbles and Dingdang for half a day, the unfamiliar Heroic Spirit drifted away like a ghost, her completely black camouflage soon blending her completely into the night.

After Gunman Cu Chulainn, the second Xiang Lin appeared; I suddenly felt a profound sense of guilt.

"Um, she seems so pitiful, Dingdang just wanted some candies..." Little One floated in place, her tone filled with confusion, while Little Baobao pattered over and picked up Dingdang to put on her own head—I thought she might even try to put Dingdang in her mouth tonight, given she had already collected many shiny things tonight, so maybe she lost interest in collecting Dingdang?

"Dad... Daddy!"

The little girl in a white dress excitedly ran up to us and cheerfully pronounced the two words she knew best. Though the invisibility field still surrounded us, it seemed that Little Baobao had broken through our invisibility using her abilities. Smiling, I deactivated the surrounding force field, and the next second, the little girl joyfully jumped into my arms, while Dingdang took the opportunity to fly up from Little Baobao’s head to mine.

"Hey, alien, is it okay not to chase after that Heroic Spirit?"

Tohsaka Rin looked at me as if I had completely forgotten about that mysterious Heroic Spirit girl A and couldn’t help but remind me out loud.

"That Heroic Spirit might be useful, but if you feel like chasing her, go ahead; I won’t be helping," I said while lifting Little Baobao high, eliciting cheers from the little girl, not even turning around as I spoke.

Hmm, these Heroic Spirits can be useful. It’s best to keep them alive until Makoto Sakura completes her modification.

"Um..." Tohsaka Rin suddenly hesitated. According to common sense, this would be the best opportunity to attack while the opponent’s mental state was compromised. However, she was still quite cautious of the scene where the girl had just summoned Endless Treasures and bombarded everything wildly. Although that mysterious alien little girl seemed to have the ultimate skill to counter such attacks, it appeared that she herself would still die if hit by a missile.

Moreover, who knows if that mentally tormented Heroic Spirit girl would go completely berserk under further provocation? It’s well known that most Grassroots Teams fall at the feet of empty-health BOSSes.

Without much consideration, the twin-tailed Miss instantly judged that in the same conditions of ranged combat, her Archer probably wouldn’t stand a chance against that nouveau riche Heroic Spirit, and recklessly attacking wasn’t a good idea.

Her master’s decision evoked no comment from the man in the red windbreaker. He only watched with curious eyes, secretly observing the energetic green Little One hopping around someone’s head. And a few seconds later, Tohsaka Rin also decisively gave up the idea of chasing the enemy and joined the inhumane crowd watching the cute Dingdang.

"Wow! That’s so cute! Alien, is this a specialty of your planet?" Like any girl reacting to something adorable, Tohsaka Rin almost couldn’t resist snatching Dingdang from my head. If not for the last bit of manners affecting her, perhaps Dingdang would have already been grabbed by her. "What’s her name? Is she a pet?"

I knew it, Dingdang will never escape being considered a pet in this lifetime.

"That’s blasphemous! Calling Dingdang a pet might get you caught by the Heresy Court!" Little Thing protested as it hopped around on my head, "And Dingdang can bite! She’s fierce when she’s angry!"

Fierce? You mean her combat power skyrocketing from 5 to 6?

The little guy’s frustrated demeanor not only failed to intimidate but almost made Miss Tohsaka’s eyes sparkle with the intent to pounce. Clearly, no one believed Dingdang’s cutesy but threatening statement; Rin might even have taken it as a pet’s whimsical cute act, like a little brat pounding his chest claiming he had conquered the world. However, contrasting with the Miss was the Heroic Spirit Archer, the white-haired red-clad man. Although he showed great curiosity towards this mysterious Little Thing, his gaze remained coolly investigative. It seemed that the "Divinity" frequently mentioned by the previous nouveau riche Heroic Spirit girl had drawn his considerable attention to this unassuming Little Thing.

Once Dingdang habitually snuggled into my pocket to nap, Tohsaka finally shifted her attention, and then curiously looked at the little girl chatting earnestly with Sandora, "Is this your daughter?"

I thought for a moment, then resignedly nodded.

"Ah, I wouldn’t have guessed, alien uncle."

Should I rebut ’alien’ or ’uncle’ first?

In the end, I didn’t rebut either.

"Guah! Mmm guh!" Little Baobao looked at Tohsaka standing nearby, her face adorned with a friendly smile as she extended her hand in greeting, even introducing herself, but all Tohsaka could do was blink at me in confusion: "What is this child saying?"

You’re asking me? Who am I supposed to ask!

Luckily, the clever Little Baobao quickly realized the language barrier issue. After a moment’s thought, an image of a light bulb holographically appeared above her head. Then, rubbing her hands together, within a few seconds, accompanied by a cartoonish "ding," a single-lens reflex camera, clearly modeled after human designs, materialized in her hands.

"Ah, she says she’s a photography enthusiast from the Centaurus Delta Star Cluster," I concluded, then facepalmed.

Tohsaka: "..."

Clearly, Bubbles had been telling her daughter all about our escapades in this world as amusing anecdotes. The only thing Little Baobao, who usually forgot everything, remembered was that the best way to blend into human society was by masquerading as a photography enthusiast, which clearly shows the destructive impact of a mother’s negligence on her child’s upbringing.

We managed to thwart yet another potential battle between Heroic Spirits, and after exchanging a few words with Tohsaka and her Servant, our little family of three (...) bid farewell. By the time we returned to the Emiya Mansion, it was almost midnight. Little Baobao had already curled up and fallen fast asleep in my arms, while Dingdang curiously poked her little head out from my shirt pocket, looking around the Emiya Mansion’s courtyard, which looked like the aftermath of an earthquake, then at the silvery-grey, rapidly deployed planetary residence capsule at the center, and blurted out, "Wow, you’ve already seized this place? Is this the enemy’s headquarters?"

Sandora immediately turned her head away, pretending to admire the scenery.

"Was there a battle?" A voice suddenly called out from ahead, making us stop in our tracks. Turning towards the voice, a golden-haired girl in silver-white armor stood under the cold moonlight, her presence unknown for how long.

"She’s definitely noticed, yes. Then again, that nouveau riche guy never did hide his magical power well," I nodded nonchalantly, though I wondered, could those earlier events really even be called a battle?

Perhaps it should be dubbed "A Heroic King’s Miserable Night, the Girl Edition"?

"Who is this child?" Saber asked curiously, noticing the little girl now drooling in her sleep in my arms.

"My daughter, the battle just now broke out right after she landed."

Saber immediately shivered at the word "landed," then said earnestly, "It’s a good thing she didn’t land here."

Pfft, what’s there to worry about? It’s not like there’s anything left to damage.

Curiously surveying our surroundings, all was quiet, with no trace of a recent battle — but Saber’s presence in the yard so late surely meant there was a reason. I couldn’t help but ask, "What happened?"

"Something came to scout the area," the serious girl responded with a grave look, "It retreated immediately, but I think it’s necessary to strengthen our guard tonight."

"A Heroic Spirit?" As I attempted to hand Little Baobao to Sandora to take back inside, I discovered the little one clung to me like an octopus, immovable — so odd hanging there while I conversed with Saber.

"A bit similar," Saber shook her head, "but the magic was very chaotic, and it completely dissipated the moment it was discovered. I couldn’t even see its form. I don’t remember any Heroic Spirit who has the ability to instantly turn themselves into scattered magical energy."

So, it was an unregistered... "Heroic Spirit" then. (To be continued. For further details, please visit www.qidian.com. More Chapters are available, support the author and support genuine reading!)