Xyrin Empire
Chapter 532: Religious People in Action

Chapter 532: Chapter 532: Religious People in Action

"Dingdang said you all are mere mortals!"

The only thing Little Thing did was to voice its thoughts to the three people in front of it.

And then it took effect: the three individuals, originally created by Orochi, possessing the Heavenly Divine Race’s bloodline, and having souls entirely different from humans, underwent a profound soul-deep transformation at that moment. The marks left by Orochi, or rather, the will of Earth, completely disappeared from them, turning them into utterly ordinary humans, ordinary to the point of not being any stronger than a family of three living in a small city depending on salaries and frugality.

Pfft, look at where you are, around the World Tree, under the eyes of the God of the Universe; even swearing at Jesus in front of God isn’t done this way. Do you think Dingdang is that easy to bully?

Well, okay, Dingdang is pretty easy to bully.

Ahem, regardless, at that moment, a certain pet’s combat power skyrocketed.

Dingdang’s combat power indeed is 5, I can swear to that, but a combat power of 5 doesn’t mean its strategic value is really only 5, especially around the World Tree, under the real Son of Heaven. Here, as long as Dingdang wishes, her words could become law, even though most times this Little One’s law formulations are an eyesore, but on her own turf, flipping a couple of "Heavenly Divine Race" is like child’s play for her.

"I have said, Orochi is just a village official here, and you guys working under him don’t even qualify as street directors."

Looking down at the three from Qijia She who had turned into ordinary people, I couldn’t help feeling quite comfortable.

Although emotionally, I harbor no animosity toward the Great Snake Clan, and even feel somewhat fond of the three in front of me—reminiscent of the days when Big Sister dragged me out of the internet cafe by my ears during my middle-school years skiving off classes; you could say they were intimate comrades in my formative years. But that’s one thing, actually having these living beings show up on my territory is another matter.

Unlike Bashen An’s Lianna, who may lose her temper occasionally but is usually law-abiding, these few in front of me definitely don’t see themselves as human (not mistaken)—even if they love the world, they certainly don’t love mankind; having them stay among humans really makes me uneasy. Thus, the best way to handle this is to let these three fully recognize that a village official can’t surpass a real bureaucrat director’s level.

Even if that bureaucrat director is just a pet chewing on a lollipop perched on a human head.

"You guys are new here, so perhaps you’re not very familiar with the situation," I reached out and pulled Qijia She up from the ground, the sudden change to ordinary humans deeply impacting them, physiologically weakening them, "This space is beyond your imagination. The first thing you need to do here is forget how influential you were in your original world. See that green-skinned big guy enjoying the show over there? That’s Duan Di, from an insane world where fighters need only a punch to turn Earth into Saki Ma. Orochi, the utmost existence in your world, is merely an apprentice in the faces of those fighters, but that level of power in our system—believe it or not—is only equivalent to a middle-level commander, not even worthy of a monthly allowance of 500."

"Cough cough..." Qijia She struggled to stand upright; the soul-deep impact made even breathing require concentration. He looked over in disbelief, his initial reaction to my incredible words being skepticism. Orochi’s status in their minds was unshakeable, lofty, and my words were undoubtedly a great provocation to this belief. However, he wasn’t a fool; as I said, this was already a different world, conclusively proven by losing complete contact with their "Leader." Just a moment ago, the three of them not only got easily suppressed by a few soldiers but also lost all their power under a command from a little pet. Although he still didn’t understand what happened to them, he could ascertain that this bizarre place was teeming with uncanny strength; beings that once stood on the summit of power in their original world couldn’t even beat a dragonfly here.

"Ah Jun, I don’t know why, but Dingdang suddenly really, really wants to bite that big guy in front," Little Thing perched on my head said in a dangerous tone.

"Alright, we accept reality," Charmy held Qijia She’s shoulder, seemingly a bit emotionally agitated, "but at least don’t challenge our loyalty to our Lord anymore. Also... what exactly happened to our bodies?"

"Well..." I scratched my head, "maybe I still have to challenge that. Ever heard of sovereign conflict?"

"?" by Charmy & Qijia She & Chris.

"Our God has seized the weapons from you heretics, just like that," I explained in a simple and easy-to-understand manner, "but it’s only temporary. I know there are at least two guys here who will take the opportunity to eradicate you, so I’ll restore your powers after a day or two."

Of course, Qijia She and the others weren’t going to accept this decision both vocally and internally, but let Sandora deal with that headache. I’m truly fed up with the troubles caused by these transmigrators.

"When will these transmigrators ever come to an end!"

Arriving near a quiet little park in the Third Residence Area, I threw myself on a bench and sighed heavily to the sky.

"It seems you are quite troubled now."

Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded from behind. Lying on the bench without even opening my eyes, I lazily said, "Why do you have time to stroll here? Did you finally sell all those holy water bottles exchanged for the farmer’s spring water?"

The gentle voice paused for a moment and then revealed its scheming nature: "...Really, you’re such a wicked God."

No need to say, the one who had been exchanging the farmer’s spring water for holy water to deceive the transmigrators in Shadow City was no other than the maximum archbishop of Magic Prohibition, the eternally seventeen-year-old beauty, Miss Lola Stewart.

Though I wanted to say auntie.

"Lola, if you’re really bored and have nothing to do, go count ants under the World Tree. I’m really not in the mood to chat with you."

Although I knew such a protest wouldn’t affect that overly youthful girl whose behavior severely contradicted that of a high archbishop, I still grumbled, only to then feel a shadow drifting from the left front: Lola had moved in front of me.

"Such words aren’t befitting of your position as a God, you know. It was more like a prayer, not counting ants," Lola firmly blocked my attempt to soak up some sunlight and she continued non-stop, expressing her opinion in a ridiculous and outdated Kansai dialect of Japanese that sounded utterly foolish to my ears. It seemed like adopting this widely criticized way of speaking had become one of her hobbies. "So, as God, being so troubled, perhaps I, your servant, can help share your worries?"

I opened one eye, then moved Dingdang, who was breathing on my eyelid, to the side and raised an eyebrow, "God? How long are you planning to use that title? You’re smart enough to know I have nothing to do with Yahweh and that I don’t believe in Jesus."

Lola flashed a sly smile. "That’s right, your name isn’t Jesus, nor are you any of the senior leaders of the Cross Sect. But the titles of deity are presumptuously attached by mortals. The real gods don’t even know the mortals who believe in them exist and don’t care about them. Therefore, to me, you, who hold the same authority, are no different from God. Or, to say something blasphemous—at least by your side, I can see and touch the ultimate mystery. At least by your side, there’s a living angel..."

"Ah, and also an undead creature along with a whole bunch of alien warriors," seeing that my nap was impossible, I simply sat up and stared straight ahead at the golden-haired "girl" with an inscrutable smile, "Lola, tell me the truth."

"Eh?"

"You’re not an undercover agent from the Tesla Divine Sect planning to overthrow the Cross Sect, are you?"

"I mean, you can’t just pretend you didn’t hear that," Dingdang said.

Oh please, your earlier statement alone would be enough to shatter the entire British Puritan faith, you know? My dear archbishop!

Lola ignored my skeptical expression, solemnly placed her hands on her chest, and made a praying gesture, "I’m a very devout believer, you know."

Right, I believe in your faith but...

"But the god you believe in isn’t Yahweh, right?

It’s a god you created in your own heart, one you imagine as all-knowing and all-powerful yet full of human emotions. From the beginning, the ’lord’ you believed in was just the one inside your heart. That’s why you appear so steadfast and devout to others, because as a believer, the salvation you long for is already within you. Strictly speaking, you still are a follower of the Cross Sect, but... you are another Jesus Christ because you’ve created another lord."

These were the things I had always wanted to confront Lola with, to see if that inscrutable fox woman would show a hint of panic. But these words weren’t a product of my mere mortal-level intellect; they were analyses by Lilina, and judging by Lola’s current expression, the analysis was spot on.

"Truly worthy of being a god," Lola’s expression of panic flashed briefly but was enough for me to capture twenty-seven 1444x900 high-definition snapshots, "But there’s one thing you got wrong in your analysis—the lord that was born in my heart is no longer just a comforting illusion. At least for now, you have taken up that role."

I was taken aback, then held my forehead, "Oh man, what a troublesome religious fanatic. Do you guys like you not survive without blaming the catastrophes you go through on some god? Did the Nine Heavens Gods offend you or something?"

Lola didn’t reply, just gave me a smile that made my skin crawl: Please, while it’s quite enjoyable to be looked at by a beautiful girl like this, you could at least make me aware of my actual age, sister!

"I’ve always been looking for the real lord who could save mankind," Lola went on in a voice so low it seemed like she was talking to herself, but I knew she was speaking for me to hear, "I once thought it was God, but salvation did not come with my faith. God is distant and cold, indifferent to humanity, as unyielding as nature itself... Oh well, it’s improper to discuss this, but in the end, when the world really faced a crisis and all of humanity should have been praying yet was still immersed in their delusions, the one who appeared before me wasn’t God, but you, who claimed to be the ’Divine Messenger.’ It was a huge shock to my past ’faith.’ Yes, from the beginning, I was skeptical of what you said. Even if there was a real angel by your side, I didn’t believe you truly came from heaven. You see, having an angel who can only remember their lines with someone holding up a cue card isn’t very convincing. But I really wanted to see, whether it’s ’God’ or someone with the same power as you who could truly save humanity..."

"And then I saved the world, and you firmly believed I was the true ’lord’." I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh at this moment. The number of world leaders who’d rallied around me thanks to my impulsive heroic acts was not small, but someone as unreasonable as Lola was truly unique. I couldn’t understand whether she was merely a worshipper of superpowers, a paranoid religious fanatic, or just a peculiar freak who believed in the Cross Sect but not Yahweh.

Oh, don’t get me started on that currently lost Female Pope named Lilina, who just wants to plunder and enrich herself in the name of ’Lady Goddess.’ That natural dark Loli is an entirely different species from Lola, both physically and mentally.

"Okay, enough with the flattery, what are you trying to say?"

I straightened up and tilted my head slightly, "Don’t just stand there, come sit next to me."

Lola’s face showed a surprise that may or may not have been genuine, then she sat down half a meter next to me with impeccable grace, murmuring, "Hmm, this indeed is the seat on God’s side."

I was speechless for three seconds, then took Dingdang off my head and placed the clueless little thing between Lola and myself, "Let the real God take a seat."

As soon as the words left my mouth, the little thing agilely jumped onto my hand and scampered affectionately around my ear, completely oblivious to what I had just said.

"This... I still think you are more reliable..." Even with Lola Stewart’s usual indifference, facing such a "God" she couldn’t help wanting to laugh, thankfully, she finally stopped herself from making any impolite gestures. "The thing is, my desire to share your concerns is absolutely genuine, and you should believe how much influence faith can have on a devout believer. These past few days, I’ve witnessed the Eden you’ve established for the aliens from various worlds gradually descend into chaos. Those faithless aliens always take the grace you provide them for granted, recklessly trampling the order of this world meant to be their end, just like the brawl that happened today. As a Cross Sect believer, I can’t bear to see such a real Eden, like the paradise of the past, being tainted by humans and ultimately shut down... Eh?"

Before Lola could finish, she was interrupted by a gesture from me to pause, and she looked at me puzzled, like a little girl, tilting her head in confusion.

"Just say what you want," I said impatiently to Lola, waving my hands, "I will agree as long as it’s something I can accept."

There are two kinds of creatures in the world that are the hardest to deal with; the first is a beautiful woman, and the second is a scheming woman—and a scheming beautiful woman who acts young so naturally is simply terrifying.

"Alright, I want to join the City Management Team."

Lola’s face turned awkward, reluctantly mentioning the organization with the regrettable name.

"Why?"

"Missionary work..."

"Granted."

"Eh?"

"You think I didn’t know your initial little plans?" I looked at Lola sideways, "Spreading the Lord’s glory to people is a lifelong belief of a Cross Sect believer, and now, with just a little effort, you could even spread that thing to otherworlds, and all you have to do is coax a few transmigrators into believing in God. Preaching to this anxious group of people, how could you miss such an opportunity?"

"I’m truly sorry, but it’s not due to any personal desires," now that her motives had been seen through, Lola’s expression finally turned serious, "Letting these faithless aliens know about the Lord’s glory is very necessary, merely considering it from the position of a Cross Sect believer. In any case, I hope you will permit my indulgence."

For the purpose of missionary work... Well, that really is characteristic of Lola. No matter how odd her self-recognition regarding the word "God" is, she is a devout Cross Sect believer. I can’t understand the thought processes of these religious figures.

However, if she could use her coaxing abilities to stabilize the transmigrators, that would be a good thing for me. For someone who could control the entire British Puritan Church as the Archibishop, this should be quite easy.

"I leave it to you," I stretched languidly, standing up, "Whether it’s preaching or coaxing, use your Archbishop’s talents to calm this ’Paradise’ down. Once this chaos ends, I will reward you properly—how about making you a pillow with feathers plucked from Alaya?"

"That would be very much appreciated, it’s the highest honor," Lola stood up with delight and then bowed deeply, "But let’s forget about the pillow, that angel is about to cry."

I turned around, and just then, the Angel Sister who had been metaphorically shot was looking this way with teary eyes, her face bearing an extremely pitiful and aggrieved expression. When did this girl fall out of my mind?

"Uh, don’t cry, don’t cry, I was just joking," I clumsily comforted the dazed Angel Sister, hastily changing the subject, "Right, since you, Lola, volunteered, it seems we should also let others get active." (To be continued, for future developments, please visit www.qidian.com, more Chapters available, support the author, support genuine reading!)