Xyrin Empire
Chapter 551: Old Acquaintance?

Chapter 551: Chapter 551: Old Acquaintance?

"What’s the deal, I still have to admit, the stuff you guys make is really flashy," watching the Imperial Admiral, stretching hundreds of kilometers, pushing forward like a mountain in the universe, followed by a fierce, wolf-like Imperial Fleet, Bingdisi scratched her head and said dazedly, "I just feel that the things made by the Star Domain Divine Race lack taste, including war weapons, lacking even the basic flashy feature."

Who decided that the primary function of war weaponry is to be flashy? Is this woman really a High Order True God?

"Hey, what are those for?"

I hadn’t even had the chance to spout my rant when Bingdisi suddenly nudged my arm and pointed to an inconspicuous corner behind the Imperial Fleet: "Looks like something shabby like refugees, I vaguely remember having fought with them... I can’t quite remember, those wouldn’t be part of your troops, would they?"

"How dare you say that!" Even though strictly speaking, it was the Abyss Energy possessing Bingdisi that had blown up quite a few of our warships, not her per se, I couldn’t help but respond irritably, "Those are part of a United Race under our protection, quite promising and particularly receptive to our technology."

"Oh?" Bingdisi’s tone rose, "Little bro, right? I remember now, when you guys looked for a fight, you always liked to drag along gangs of lackeys like that. Honestly, this tactic really suits my taste..."

Can you try not to think about everything with your rogue logic?

At that moment, a space shuttle arrived beside us, interrupting the conversation between me and the Rogue Goddess. I stepped into the shuttle first, and after hesitating briefly, Bingdisi followed.

"In a bit, help me beg for mercy," Bingdisi muttered, "You know, I didn’t do it on purpose just now—I, Bingdisi, never owe anyone anything. This time, count me in your debt. If you ever run into trouble, just say the word, and this time, cover for me."

I looked at the goddess beside me somewhat astonished. Boy, this guy’s character is really... er, cute. As a powerful High Order True God, to be so unassuming caught me off guard. Plus, it was not her fault, but she took it upon her because of an incidental relationship. This behavior... I guess ’loyal’ is the word, though not quite fitting, but I’ve got no better word for this person.

A moment later, the shuttle docked at a midfield spaceport of the Imperial Admiral. Having drifted in the universe for so long and even having had a fierce battle with a madwoman, returning to the flagship, I felt significantly relaxed all at once.

Speaking of the recent battle, in the dark universe, an Abyss Creature clad in black and an even darker Void Creature erupted in a battle for the ages. Although this sounds really epic, how did the thought "Ah, so that’s a contest of who’s darker?" suddenly pop into my head?

"Ah Jun! Ah Jun!"

As the shuttle’s door opened, the first thing that caught my eye was a figure flying towards me, the joyful shout unmistakably the voice of Qianqian. Following closely behind Qianqian, running over were Visca and Pandora, these two perpetual meter-twos who had even become the Imperial standard unit of measurement due to absolute precision. The first three figures rushing towards me, two directly leaped upon the transparent barrier at the edge of the landing zone, while Pandora, who had been deliberately trailing behind from the start, calmly opened the barrier and unhurriedly ran up to me, her grayish eyes seeking a head pat.

This girl, she’s finally learned to be naughty.

As I rubbed one’s silky black hair, I mused.

The scariest people in the world are indeed those who are usually quiet—they plan their mischievous ideas in silence without missing a beat.

"Ah Jun, I’m so glad you’re alright," Sandora’s voice rang beside me. I turned towards the sound, not only seeing the Queen smiling at us but also Big Sister visibly relieved and the Prophet, who undoubtedly cared a lot but turned her head away the moment I looked over.

"What are you looking at! I knew you were fine a long time ago. Think you can make me, Miss, worry about you? You’re a whole ten thousand years too early!"

So, you started using your abilities to track my status as soon as I was transported away? It appears our Prophet occasionally isn’t that sharp either.

"Ah Jun," I had just begun to sigh when Qianqian, gripping her own arm, dangerously muttered beside me, "Why do I keep feeling something weird between you and Lin Xue recently?"

"Illusion! It’s definitely an illusion!"

My head spun like a tuning fork, and I broke out in a cold sweat at the back of my head: Qianqian, usually as thick-skinned as a bullet-train axle, why has she suddenly become so sensitive?

"Brother, brother, brother, who is this weird woman hiding in the shuttle, hugging her head and mumbling ’I do not exist, no one can see me’?" Finally, Visca helped me out of the bind with another headache-inducing trouble: curious Little Baobao, more bustling than her own twin sister, had somehow crawled into the shuttle behind me and found Bingdisi—our greatly mistaken professional from the Dark Divine Race who still holds the title of Rogue Goddess.

I hadn’t expected Bingdisi, of all people, to be scared, but what exactly was she afraid of? Such a female hooligan...erm, such a powerful Light Goddess shouldn’t be afraid of us in terms of strength. And to say that it was because she fought with us before and felt guilty isn’t quite right either—it wasn’t her who acted, it was the Abyss controlling her body.

"Come out, come out, you can’t hide here forever."

Knowing her true nature, I was completely unapologetic and pulled her out of the shuttle.

"Look, this is the woman," Visca jumped out and said, raising her hand.

"Woman." Pandora glanced at Bingdisi and clung tighter to my arm.

"Wow, Ah Jun, where did this woman come from? Her hair is so long!" That was Qianqian, her focus always off the mark.

Lin Xue, ever the troublemaker, chimed in, "Hey? Wood, you’ve been bringing home random stuff again!"

Big Sister seemed somewhat troubled but smiled gently, her voice sounding quite tender, "Ah Jun, why did you pick up a girl?"

"Umm... Even though you already have me, and our daughter, kiddo’s dad, I’m hurt!" This was Bubbles, holding onto her daughter like a pair of sisters.

Suddenly, I felt as huge a pressure as the mountains—this atmosphere might as well be a trial by three judges.

But then the last cry of surprise that echoed across the airfield interrupted the forceful audience of beauties, and Sandora looked at Bingdisi muttering "I don’t exist, I don’t exist" and after a few seconds of recollection suddenly exclaimed, "Is...Shi Yima’er? You’re still alive?!"

"Eh, you two know each other?" My first reaction was relief, and I blurted it out without thinking, then jumped about ten meters to Sandora’s front before I grasped the implications of her words, a second shout of real surprise, "What? You know each other?!"

This goddess, sealed for tens of millions of years, was actually an old acquaintance of my Sandora?

"Ah, of course I know her..." Sandora said in a weird tone, "It was twenty million, no, maybe more than thirty million years ago. There’s a bit of a gap in the timeline, but I met this goddess when I had just been crowned Emperor; she was a strange fellow who obtained the title of Light Goddess despite being from the Dark Divine Race. We had a pretty good relationship, but then I heard she perished in a distant universe with a colossal Abyss Gate...never thought I’d see her here."

"The world is pretty small, huh," Bingdisi scratched her head, looking somewhat elusive at Sandora, then suddenly poked my flank from behind, "Hey! You, how come you are with Sandora?"

"She’s my girlfriend," I was still somewhat dazed, "But you, why are you so afraid of her? Hiding in the shuttle just now, you seemed to be avoiding Sandora, right?"

"It’s simple, this guy once set a record in my world by impersonating me, mooching food and drink, brawling, and forming gangs to rob others for thirty years before being hunted by dozens of planets," Sandora approached Bingdisi, and an instant low pressure arose between the two women from the highest echelons of all organic and inorganic matter. "Moreover, what’s more important is—this guy swindled over twenty tons of high-purity Audum Crystal from me, and has been on the run from debt because of that stuff until now!"

Wow! So Bingdisi, you weren’t driven insane by a sealing of millions of years, you were just always this fierce?

"Hey, you need to be fair in your words! I was robbing the rich to help the poor, acting heroically to punish evil and promote good! In your world, people are so fierce that four-year-old children know how to fire cannons, and mining barges are equipped with black hole bombs. If I hadn’t gone undercover as an interstellar bandit to help maintain law and order..."

"If you hadn’t gone undercover and robbed mines, money, and spaceships everywhere, would those mining ships need to carry black hole bombs all the time?! What would a goddess like you need those things for anyway!"

"I just have a bit of a collecting obsession! A rogue who doesn’t rob isn’t a good rogue, haven’t you heard..."

Ah, this guy admitted it.

"And those twenty tons of crystal," realizing her slip of the tongue, Bingdisi quickly changed the subject, though clumsily like a dunce, "I only said I borrowed them for research. How was I supposed to know you got such high-quality treasure that blasted my temple to bits the very next day? A bunch of newly recruited underlings nearly died in there, and I haven’t even asked you for compensation yet!"

...As a goddess, a Light Goddess, a goddess devoid of low-level tastes and who doesn’t eat human food, aren’t you being a bit shameless?

But after vaguely listening like this for a while, I got to know about the relationship between Sandora and this Bingdisi. Generally, it seems like the kind of frenemies I have with Lin Xue—except their relationship is hundreds of times more intense, and lately, Lin Xue and I have also been getting along a bit better.

For that reason, it feels awkward to meet, should I say this Bingdisi is naturally candid or a bit dull-minded?

The two powerful women at high positions glared at each other for quite a while, but Bingdisi, despite being a rogue, knew to reason and conceded first: "Fine, I apologize. I, Bingdisi, never owe anyone anything!"

"Phew—" Sandora also seemed relieved, this majestic queen who always appears so noble in front of others, her banter with a frenemy just now was indeed an eye-opener, "It’s been so long, let’s not talk about it... Anyway, my territory is gone."

"What? You let someone invade it?" Bingdisi immediately rolled up her sleeves, ready to fight for her friend, "Which fool did it? With Lady Boss covering for you, who dared to be so bold? Back in the day, I led the Holy Light Street Breaking Team and dealt with quite a few fools—hey? What’s with the look on your faces?"

"Shi Yima’er, there are some things..." Sandora looked miserably at her once-in-two-thousand-year-no-news frenemy and finally sighed, "Now’s a good time, let’s have a good talk; I also want to know what exactly you’ve been through and—why Ah Jun picked you up."

The time that followed was time for old friends to catch up.

Sandora and Bingdisi exchanged feelings, and I shared my experiences with others as we headed back to the officer’s rest area. The events of the past few hours were so dramatic and thrilling that they could be likened to Wu Yuxin, Cameron, and George Lucas, a combination of Terminator and Independence Day 2012. My narration of the entire battle had Big Sister and the quirky Qianqian gripping my arms anxiously, while only Lin Xue creatively summarized it in two sentences: "Had a fight, picked up a sister."

"Why are you so fixated on picking up a sister?" I looked at the clearly annoyed Miss Lin and shook my head in despair, thinking to myself, this guy, you really want me to be strangled by Qianqian, huh?

And a sister who’s old enough for humans to have evolved from amoebas to upright walking multiples times over, can she really be called a sister?

Eh? Sandora? That’s an exception. My Sandora will always be the eternally youthful and beautiful eighteen-year-old. Let some rogue goddess go play elsewhere!

"It must be fate," Big Sister suddenly remarked, "Who could have guessed it would turn out like this, a sealing of twenty million years, it sounds so distant—Ah Jun, now let’s discuss your issue, the voidification, huh? Do you know that’s very dangerous? What if you can’t be restored? What if you lose control? What if your soul cannot exist independently? What if those Abyss energies can survive in the void? What if... what if?"

Not good, it’s starting, Big Sister’s reprimand!

Even Visca, who refused to let go of my arm, suddenly shivered all over and scurried away a dozen meters. Pandora also moved stiffly aside, out of the attack range. You can imagine how intimidating Big Sister usually is.

The only one left at the scene was Qianqian, whose nerves are indestructible—this silly girl was still happily clinging to my arm when she suddenly said, "Ah, Sister Chen Qian really is like a mom!"

The atmosphere instantly cooled down with Qianqian’s unguarded comment, followed by a deadly silence—as if it were the calm before the apocalypse. At that moment, I wished I could go back and find the Abyss Gate to pick a fight instead.

"Sis! Calm down, calm down! Impulse is the devil! You’ve been taking care of me like this since you were thirteen, it’s just a habit, it has nothing to do with age!"

"Wow, Sister Chen Qian has been like a mom since she was thirteen?"

"Qianqian, go and play with Little Baobao, I’m begging you..."

This was just a minor episode, and eventually, we returned to the central rest area of the flagship. Although my physical injuries were healed by Bingdisi using Holy Light, the mental exhaustion still had me crashing out as soon as I got back. I slept for a full four hours.

Of course, those four hours of sleep were just to clear my mind—the massive drain on my spiritual power wasn’t going to recover that easily, and I suspect my soul was also a bit damaged. But no big deal, the family of Magic Girls... and the Raven are quite skilled in soul magic. This battle turned out to be the most dangerous one yet, but fortunately, I could replenish my health and mana afterward...

I was awakened by a terrible vision of Mount Tai crushing me in my sleep. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a cute Little Loli happily licking a lollipop. Seeing me awake, she "whooshed" over and started rubbing her soft little face against mine while mumbling something indistinctly.

It was Little Baobao, this girl had been sitting on my belly since who knows when—truly a magical creature that could appear anywhere, anytime in any way. You can always meet this lively and active little one at the most unexpected times.

"Wow, I actually slept like a log."

I casually picked up Little Baobao and sat up. The little one over a meter tall was virtually weightless in my arms, and she cheered even more joyously when I lifted her. Looking around, the room was empty, just the two of us; it seems Qianqian and the others had gone out.

Hmm, seems it’s not just the two of us—what are those two doll-like figures, side by side on the floor by the bed, snoring like thunder?

"Um... I am the greatest... Damn you commoners, using karate chops... Little Baobao, don’t just eat anything... I want to eat meat..."

I’m about to get nostalgic, Heroic King, this really is a classic example of a hero’s down moments. Reduced to being a full-time nanny and a silly mascot after being collected by Little Baobao, now you’ve even fallen to the point of sleeping with the latter’s toy dolls? Should I prepare a pet food box for you like Dingdang’s?

"With Little Baobao around, there’s Heroic King," I remarked. Holding Little Baobao, who clung to my neck like an octopus, I went over to wake up the drowsy Sister Jier, the golden №9. After staring at me for a while, she suddenly realized and exclaimed, "What! You commoner, why did you wake me up?"

"Go to sleep in the bed!" I pointed to the bed next to us, my tone brooking no argument. This girl, even though everything she needed was prepared just like for Little Baobao (except for the old dad), she still insisted on lying on the ground as if she were being mistreated.

Huh, isn’t Little Baobao’s doll usually kept on the bed? Could it be that Sister Jier just wants to sleep on the ground, and the doll is something she brought over to accompany her?

"No need to worry about me!" As expected, Lady Shining immediately rejected the idea, "The beds here are too high, it hurts too much if you fall off!"

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