Xyrin Empire
Chapter 530 Incident

Chapter 530: Chapter 530 Incident

The Imperial Fleet getting lost was one of the few extraordinary incidents we had encountered, although Lin Xue had said that they had merely entered the Otherworld by accident and were not in any danger, I still took the accident very seriously out of concern for the peace-loving residents of the Otherworld.

"Anyway, find the reason why Lilina’s fleet got lost as soon as possible, and bring them back, or at least restore communication. Before that girl causes any trouble," I stood up and waved my hand firmly to show my resolve. Dingdang, who was rubbing against my hand, yelped in alarm and turned into a green light disappearing into a flower pot beside me, "As for the New Eden Federation, send another team over. This time jump directly in Shadow Space without any stopovers. Until the World Tree has recovered, try to minimize large-scale time-space jumps by ships to avoid putting too much pressure on this world. Lastly, Sivis, trouble yourself to continue arranging manpower to investigate Lilina’s situation. Taville’s hypothesis is still just a guess; I need a definite conclusion on the fragility of the world barrier of this world."

"Your will be done, my Sovereign," Sivis replied, saluting militarily and responding firmly.

"Furthermore, special control measures will be implemented starting now," Sandora added, "All Imperial units capable of cross-world transmission must check in every ten minutes to prevent any mishaps before they happen."

"That’s the plan," I exchanged a glance with Sandora, and we nodded in understanding, "Anyway, Lilina is a troublemaker who won’t easily die, so everyone can go back to chatting, strolling, shopping, and playing games like fighting landlords. That’s all!"

Qianqian, who had already been bored to the point of acting out, jumped up and vanished in the next second, followed by the departure of the other beauties, both big and small. Only then did I suddenly hear a voice filled with resentment by my ear: "Ah—Jun—why did you throw Dingdang away!"

Ah, it seems the Goddess who was accidentally flung into a flower pot now seeks retribution.

"Crack!" A pet, skillful in the art of biting, snapped back defensively.

"Ow! Who’s going to help me get this thing off... Alright, alright, I’ll give you candy, will that work? Let go already, you little thing!"

In the end, it cost me six lollipops to appease the rampaging Little Goddess, who had reached a battle power of 6. By then my thumb was already covered in tiny bite marks.

"You sure are ruthless, you little terror."

As I blew cold air on my finger, I resignedly glanced sideways at the culprit of this debacle, the Life Goddess sitting cross-legged on my shoulder, who was happily indulging in a lollipop feast on a handkerchief-cum-tablecloth. Hearing my complaint, she just hummed softly and then kicked my earlobe lightly as a form of defiance: "It’s all Ah Jun’s fault, Dingdang is a Goddess, you know, but Ah Jun always treats Dingdang like a pet... Mmm, Ah Jun, can you give Dingdang an orange-flavored candy?"

Your statement was riddled with contradictions, dummy, and with that leg lift, I got an eyeful again—it’s white underpants again today!

I flicked the little thing’s head lightly and got up to go to my room. After half a day in Shadow City with those noisy transmigrators and dealing with Lilina’s trouble, it was time to rest.

Arriving at my room, I was still thinking about Lilina. Despite my claims that I wasn’t worried about the millennia-old nuisance, the fact was that she had been with me for so long. Even though she was a natural disaster, feelings had developed.

Hopefully, that girl doesn’t really run into any trouble...

With a deep sigh, I pushed open my room door.

"Bang!"

"Oof..."

"Eh? Dingdang, did you hear something just now?"

The moment I opened the door, a faint cry of distress brought me out of my thoughts. Blinking in confusion, I turned my head to ask Dingdang on my shoulder.

"Woo woo... Mmm, mmm..." Dingdang made a series of indistinct noises.

"Turns out this little guy had nearly half his face covered in chocolate and syrup, his mouth glued shut so tight. Seeing this little fool clumsily wiping the sugary mess off his face while dancing around wildly, I was taken aback, ’Idiot! Getting all hyped up just because you suddenly got double the candy!’"

Without giving any thought to the weird cry from moments before, I rushed to the bedroom desk in three strides, skillfully took out a large mug, filled it with water and put Dingdang’s big head down into the mug. After a bit of shaking, this little thing finally avoided the slapstick scene of meeting death by a face full of syrup—Ah, come to think of it, if a normal person were to be thrown into a big sink and shaken around, they would probably drown. Does that mean I just carelessly mishandled this little thing again?

"Huff huff, although... cough cough, although Ah Jun was disrespectful to me like that just now, Dingdang still wants to thank Ah Jun..."

Thankfully, this idiot really does have an IQ of ⑨.

"Uh—Ah Jun," a sopping wet Dingdang suddenly blushed red, then scurried behind the frame on the desk, poking out just her little head, "Dingdang is all wet and needs to change clothes, don’t you peek, Ah Jun. Bubbles said that Ah Jun would definitely take advantage of a girl who’s all wet, and Dingdang is not ready for that..."

I collapsed in an instant, "Can’t Bubbles ever play some normal games with me?"

"Hmm, Bubbles said she only plays pure love games for the future with Ah Jun, so~ Ah Jun, what’s pure love?"

Never mind pure love, do you even know what ’not ready’ means? A three-inch pet talking about being ’ready’ can lead to some really smooth storylines!

Ignoring Dingdang, who had entered some strange loop, I curiously approached the door. I was sure I had heard a faint cry, but now, nothing was moving.

Confused, I closed the door, and the source of the cry was immediately clear.

"...Mercury Lamp, good morning."

So, that was the source of the earlier cry—the doll girl, Mercury Lamp, who I had accidentally slapped against the wall when opening the door, was now standing behind it, furiously staring up with a flushed face, obviously not just from anger.

"...You damned clumsy human! How dare you be so rude, ahhh!"

Letting out such a roar, the unfortunate wall-slapping doll girl lunged at me, claws bared. Despite being just 92.3cm tall, Mercury Lamp truly lived up to her title of "Chairman Mercury" in both spirit and demeanor, especially when switching to attack mode—I could vaguely make out the raging aura burning behind this tiny figure.

"Hey hey hey! Let’s talk this through! That was an accident, an accident!"

I had no choice but to stretch out my arms and firmly grab under Mercury Lamp’s ribs to avoid being scratched by her wildly flailing claws, which wasn’t a difficult task. The average arm length of a grown man held a distinct advantage over the length of Mercury Lamp’s straightened limbs—she couldn’t even reach my elbows with her hands and feet combined.

"Let go! Let go! You idiot! You rude fellow!" The black-dressed[Micro]Gothic girl struggled with hands and feet together, looking pitiful under the constraints of her small size. It seemed I was probably the only one in the world who could make the usually calm and proud Mercury Lamp lose her cool like this.

But as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end, and teasing Mercury Lamp only leads to...

Bang bang, crash tinkle ka-ching, boom rumble... Can anyone decipher that bunch of onomatopoeia?

"Hey! How many times have I told you not to use your Metal Storm indoors!"

Looking like a feather duster, I furiously scolded the large-frame doll sitting on the desk with a face of indifference, her arms crossed. She turned her head away and snorted at me, "Hmph, it was your fault for being rude first! And this time, I paid attention to not damage any furniture!"

But I have turned into a feather duster!

But before I could voice my protest, the scene where Mercury Lamp had just been slapped against the wall by the door flashed through my mind, and the result was... I sadly realized that if we were going to talk about fairness, it seemed that I should be the one to apologize first.

"Sorry for slamming you into the wall just now."

Mercury Lamp stiffened all over, then looked over darkly, "Why is it that when you apologize, it’s so annoying?!" Then, with a turn of her hand, she pointed at a Goddess who was curiously watching from the computer speakers nearby, "Don’t lump me in with little things like that!"

Are you saying that the phrase "slammed against the wall" exaggerates your height issue? I understand.

Although it was temporarily quiet, Mercury Lamp still looked like she had some lingering anger. Well, okay, I admit, at least right now she was more approachable than a few days ago when she was aloof and keeping everyone at arm’s length...

"Alright, alright, I wasn’t paying attention just now," I dusted off the feathers from my body, gathered them into a large bag, and thought to myself that these feathers Mercury Lamp used for attacking seemed to completely defy the law of conservation of mass, or rather they pretty much violated any scientific principle that could be mounted on a plaque in the lab—alluding to the typical white-haired elderly scientists—even though they never caused any attack effect on our family. But the principle behind these things baffled even Taville, God knows how they condensed and why they could stay condensed—if the feathers of the Mercury Lamp in the cartoon were like this, it would be so funny if the Chairman and Zhenhong left the scene after a fierce battle, leaving behind an old lady cursing as she swept the streets, with a screen full of feathers and petals flying around with the autumn wind—it would turn the whole anime into a slice of life theme. "But speaking of which, I’ve told you before, don’t use the Metal Storm in the house. Don’t you know how tiring it is for Anwina to clean up? She’s the only maid in the house."

"This is not a Metal Stor... never mind, I’ve already experienced the stubbornness of you stupid humans," Mercury Lamp whooshed down from the table, snatched the bag full of black feathers from my hand, "That big Crow Anwina does the chores willingly; she has to clean three times a day no matter how clean your room is already. As for these feathers—these are my things, don’t even think about tying them onto a dust duster again!"

Actually, I’ve been thinking recently about asking Qianqian to help sew a couple of pillows; the house already has enough dusters.

"Home... huh..."

When we fell into a brief silence, I faintly heard Mercury Lamp mutter something, but I didn’t dwell on it. I was just concerned about one thing: "Speaking of which, why were you in my room? And hiding behind the door?"

That was the real issue at hand. It was all because of that damn Metal Storm causing chaos earlier that I’d forgotten the main point!

"It’s nothing, just wandered in here, that’s all," Mercury Lamp explained with an incredibly lame excuse, not even bothering to draft a more plausible story. Does this arrogant doll think so little of my intelligence?

Under my judging "King’s Gaze," Mercury Lamp held out for a full five minutes, finally unable to bear it any longer, she turned her head away and flew straight towards the window, leaving behind a cold half-statement:

"Hmph, I just wanted to ask when you would be able to find my world but..."

"Bang!"

I watched the doll sitting at the table with her back to us and said indifferently, "Next time use the door, all the windows in the house are shielded with a rigid barrier."

I didn’t mention the other half of it—this was actually designed to prevent the clueless Dingdang from accidentally flying out.

"Nag nag nag! Mind your own business!"

Eh? Didn’t Shana go back? Did she soul transfer back here? Was that an illusion just now? Did I see a hint of blush and an embarrassed expression on Mercury Lamp’s side profile?

Watching Mercury Lamp, who was awkwardly and stiffly walking towards the door due to the consecutive embarrassments, I suddenly remembered something and quickly called out, "Oh, right, Mercury Lamp, about when I hugged you just now... uh, don’t get me wrong, what I mean is, I noticed something about your body... you know? I mean, if possible, our technology could perhaps fix..."

"Shut up!"

Contrary to my expectations, my words, which stemmed from concern, incited the real fury of Mercury Lamp. She suddenly turned to shout at me, "I’m not some kind of defective product! I don’t need fixing by you... Damn it, if only I could beat you... Hey, what are you laughing at?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "No big deal, I was just saying. Whenever you need help, just come find me."

Mercury Lamp just twisted her head indifferently and then quickly flew down the stairs. Two seconds later, from downstairs came the anxious exclamation of some maid and the sound of clattering and crashing.

This doll, always accustomed to flying around in the living room, since you know there’s a ghost that likes to pop up from anywhere, can you please change your living habits for me? Now Anwina is complaining that her everyday wall phasing isn’t as enjoyable as before.

"Dingdang, why is she so upset?"

As if we had telepathy, I stretched my hand backward and caught the flying pounce of Little Goddess in a steady embrace, and while putting her into my jacket pocket, I curiously asked.

"Ah Jun is really so slow," Dingdang, the little fool, even shook her head and began to educate me, "Girls’ hearts are very complex. Sometimes too direct and strong a kindness can hurt them. You have to be gentle and careful when you show care for them, and most importantly, never let them feel pitied..."

After five seconds of silence,

I asked, "Dingdang, honestly, where did you read that?"

The little thing raised her head proudly, "Dingdang saw it while Bubbles was playing games. Though I couldn’t understand it at all, I always thought that dialogue was so cool!"

I knew it, a level ⑨ intelligence is always ⑨, and this has nothing to do with job titles.

"Your Majesty, there’s an emergency situation in the Third Residence Area! Several transmigrators with medium combat power have caused a conflict. Currently, over ten innocent transmigrators have been seriously injured. The Royal Heavy Guard has controlled the scene, please give the next instructions!"

While I and Dingdang were lying on the bed—To be precise, I was lying on the bed while Dingdang was lying on my head, chatting idly and waiting to sleep, a sudden urgent call came through the spiritual connection. Immediately, I nearly jumped out of bed.

"Ah! Ah Jun, what happened?"

The Dingdang, who I accidentally flung onto the chandelier, cried out in alarm.

"Those bored, troublesome smugglers who are just looking for trouble!" I rolled up my sleeves in furious indignation, "There’s a fight again in Shadow City! This time, if I don’t make those scoundrels polish the Visca Barrier Star—I mean, if Sandora is willing to help me eat the table, that’s okay too!"

Dingdang: "Ah Jun, your words just now were quite deflating."

Those transmigrators were really becoming more and more of a headache. It was manageable when there were fewer of them, but now East District of Shadow City is bustling with nearly 70,000 transmigrators. Trying to manage them all in one place only leads to constant trouble. And the Imperial Soldiers responsible for maintaining order are only formidable on the battlefield. Expect them to keep order, and they’ll just kill at the slightest provocation. The few people we have who are slightly brainy in human resources (like Lin Xue and Big Sister) were so disturbed by those transmigrators these past days that they haven’t got proper rest. Now even I have to enter the fray!

I rushed to Shadow City, heading straight for the Third Residence Area. The situation seemed to be different from the last Sagara Sousuke vs Spartan Warrior incident. On the way, I could feel the increasingly intense energy fluctuations ahead of me. The strength of these energy fluctuations definitely exceeded that of any ordinary human and was even close to the mass-produced Ravens in pure energy intensity. Moreover, they were filled with a sense of brutality and restlessness, as if their owner had already given up control of this power.

Such power erupting among the crowd without leading to any fatalities—should I be relieved?

The transmigrating army comes from all different worlds and places, among them, of course, are quite a few "strong ones." These individuals who far surpass normal humans in various qualities have always been our key monitoring targets, like the Jedi, Piccolo, the Blood Crow Warband, the Namekians, and the Skytopians—of course, monitoring the last one mainly prevents them from meeting the Pandora Sisters. The first few are like detonators, while the last one is the fuse.

Also thanks to our close watch over them, this sudden incident did not result in too many casualties among ordinary people, but upon seeing the chaotic scene at the location, I still couldn’t help but jump up and swear,

"What the hell! What’s going on here, 97?" (To be continued, if you wish to know what happens next, please visit www.qidian.com. There are more Chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)