Xyrin Empire
Chapter 662: Dare to be More Chaotic?

Chapter 662: Chapter 662: Dare to be More Chaotic?

The entire Shadow City was wrapped in a grandiose golden Holy Light, so awe-inspiring that the opening act itself reached the levels of performance art. Although we might have sacrificed what little integrity the Star Domain Divine Race had left for this, seeing the cheering crowds on the plaza, we all felt it was totally worth it.

Accidentally knocking over your own team captain’s sugar jar is an unfortunate event you wouldn’t be able to endure, but having the capability to tie up your own brother and hang him in the sky, glowing and giving off heat—that’s something even tougher to take!

As the Holy Sun suspended in the sky slowly moved across it amid the cheers of the people, it marked the true start of the carnival’s celebration. This segment later became a staple of the carnival, however, Star Domain War God Yelsen consistently reserved his opinions on this, as every time Monina sent her brother over after gagging him.

With official events still to unfold, like warships parading and recruitment advertisements from Pandora, or military anthems—the unfortunate part is that I tried, yet failed to change any of the contents of this opening ceremony...

Nevertheless, while official events were ongoing, ordinary civilians could now start their own celebrations. As mentioned earlier, we adopted a fully open organization for this carnival. Any world with ideas and the strength could propose their own celebration programs. It was a blossoming festival where no one could possibly explore every aspect in a single carnival, but equally, as long as you were willing to move, there were always new wonders to discover every moment.

Volunteers, especially those who were visiting Shadow City for the first time, appeared quite bewildered after experiencing the Holy Sun’s impact. Witnessing the ferocious festivities, they watched the teeming crowds in the plaza, slightly at a loss. That’s when the volunteers organized by various major worlds came into play: Taurens with armbands, Vedis warriors with headbands, and Kepulu Federation soldiers with volunteer badges on their collars extended enthusiastic help to the confused newcomers, opening with phrases like: "Dear, give a good review, eh? Mate, rate it ten and I’ll show you Miku. Hey, turn left up front, Sakagami Tomoyo is battling Shiguo Yabuki—"

By now, it was apparent that extremes lead to opposite outcomes. Once standing tall among groups with a super cool name, "Speak Civilization, Foster Novelty, Lead the Spirit Civilization Construction Team of the New Era Imperial Ideology," the Cross Sect disciples were now among the volunteers least sought after. After all, who could read such a long string of characters on an armband? Other volunteers wore red bands, but the Cross Sect priests wore black bands on their arms...

"People can barely even see the base color!"

With all this bustling around, I couldn’t help but sigh while watching from the viewing platform, "This festivity really is lively!"

Then, just as I turned my head towards some noise from the lift behind me, two living fossils appeared before me.

One fossil was named Lin Feng, and the other Ding Ling.

"Hey, you two embarrassing fossils, stop being such bumpkins!"

Watching her dear girlfriend and her beloved little brother turn into statues from shock, Miss Lin, who had just been confidently lecturing the Imperial Leaders, suddenly flushed red and kicked her brother in the shin. She wouldn’t kick Ding Ling, proving perhaps that having a girlfriend really does override sibling affection.

"Oww—oh, Sister! I was wrong!!"

I had personally experienced Miss Lin’s kicking power. Before mysteriously conquering this young lady, I had often been kicked up into the air by those seemingly frail feet.

At the moment, I heard a burst in the air, and the unfortunate socialist good youth Lin Feng began hopping up and down on the platform, holding his leg.

Thanks to Lin Feng’s screams, Ding Ling snapped out of it and continued to stare blankly at this miraculous city and the two Cybertronians thundering by hundreds of meters away.

"Lin Xue, maybe you should kick me too... No, better just kick Lin Feng again, I want to check if I’m dreaming."

Look at this guy’s integrity! Someone who had never interacted with the people of the Empire sure seemed like he belonged in the higher echelons of the Imperial Commanders.

Lin Feng limped to the edge of the viewing platform, and as he watched the bustling crowd below and the barely recognizable K-city’s architecture filled with mysterious buildings, along with the massive warships slowly flying in formation above, he stuttered for a long time without being able to articulate his feelings.

He might not have seen the real Imperial Fleet, but just the sight of these surreal scenes in the city was enough to leave him speechless and petrified multiple times.

"Sister, do you... do you normally hang out with such...?"

Lin Feng’s face was overflowing with adrenaline as he looked at his sister, almost in worship. According to Lin Xue, the last time she saw such an expression on Lin Feng’s face was when he was in kindergarten. Today, Miss Lin finally had a satisfying day.

"Humph, who do you think your big sister is!" Lin Xue threw back her head with an air of superiority, "Imperial Chief Advisor, Royal Prophet, Senior Military Advisor, Three S Leader-level Apostle! Should I pull out my garrison to give you both a demonstration?"

Why did Miss Lin look like a kid at that moment?

"No need, no need," Lin Feng quickly waved his hand. He knew very well his sister’s temperament—overbearing and desperately concerned about face. Most importantly, she tended to show off excessively when he was around. If he agreed now, in the next second, this platform might really see thousands of Imperial Soldiers armed with guns and cannons, "Uh... Brother Chen, uh, Emperor... um, I wanted to ask if you are still recruiting?"

Me: "..."

"Exactly, are you still hiring?" Accompanied by a slightly hoarse shout, Ding Ling also bounced over, "Is the pay good? Oh no no no, even without pay is fine, just assign any military rank!"

I felt a tad awkward then, but thankfully, there was an iron-faced, impartial Imperial woman next to me, untouched by any unscrupulous influences; Sivis stepped forward half a step, her expression as tough as titanium alloy, "Human friend, the Imperial Army is no joke, please behave."

Immediately, the two slightly forgetful guys straightened up: they finally realized that this joke was not to be made.

"No offense, but there’s really no room for negotiation," I said sheepishly with a shrug, "We have regulations."

"I know, just expressing a little envy, jealousy, and hatred." Lin Feng grinningly smiled: Because Lin Xue was vigorously twisting that kid’s ear on the side. Figures, sisters are universally fierce... great! I’d never admit that it was only after seeing Big Sister next to me that I quickly changed my tune!

"Well, it might be a bit much, but... can I have Sally come over in two days? She doesn’t have a clue about my situation, much less about why my sister often disappears; I’m afraid Sally might start doubting something later."

Lin Feng, with an embarrassed expression, made an uneasy request.

I exchanged looks with Big Sister, and we both felt simultaneously: there seems to be no harm in it.

Sally was just a commoner with no complicated background or troublesome human factions behind her. If she came merely as a member of Lin Feng’s family to attend the carnival, it wouldn’t be harmful.

"If you want to bring her, then bring her," I nodded in response to Lin Feng’s pleased expression, "but you must ensure she can keep a secret."

"Of course, that’s exactly what I do."

Lin Feng nodded vigorously.

"Girl Lin, take them for a tour," I issued a special pardon for Lin Xue, as she obviously couldn’t wait to show off in front of her brother and best friend, "Then let’s head down and see if there’s anything interesting."

A group who couldn’t wait to explore cheered uproariously.

But just as we were about to set off, a thunder-like roar suddenly came from the other end of Shadow City, and the ground beneath everyone’s feet trembled slightly.

The tremor wasn’t very strong; perhaps the ordinary people immersed in the festival celebration couldn’t even feel it, but none of us on the viewing platform were ordinary. We exchanged glances and immediately concluded:

It seems Lin finally landed...

Yes, it must’ve been that dummy Dragon God’s landing that caused this small earthquake spanning the entire city. I was not at all worried about any Fallen Apostle being bold enough to attack the Imperial Capital, but in this place, it could only be some immensely powerful yet incredibly dumb young dragon.

"Irson is still in Lin’s claws."

Looking at the sky, I casually said.

Monina also looked up at the heavens, "Trapped under Lin again when she landed, huh? Dumb brother must have gotten used to it by now, can’t die from it."

I glanced at the girl beside me, who was devilish towards her own brother, and thought to myself, isn’t she truly a member of the infamous problem squad? Dingdang, you must have gathered all the most troublesome children in the Divine Realm, haven’t you?

Could it be that Uncle Kenser’s role in the team is as a parent?

Then I took another look at Uncle Odin across the way, who was kindly smiling and discussing the impact of soy sauce prices on the national economy with Lady Priestess. This discovery astonished me.

Theoretically, during the carnival, our job as supreme leaders should be to let the populace gaze at us from the viewing stand, or give a speech at a crucial moment, or deal with emergencies in the office—typically, that’s what national leaders do. But you can’t treat the Xyrin People’s...uh, morality...in a typical manner. I prefer to personally go out and understand the conditions of the people, and Lady Priestess and her group think the same!

Lilina had prepared a nearly one-inch-thick travel guidebook long ago. This fake Loli had been ready to sneak off and have fun during the festival. Flipping through the guidebook filled with interesting places she had picked, Lady Priestess waved her little hand, "Let’s go! To Zone A305 first!"

"What’s happening there?"

Qianqian curiously asked.

Lilina holding a booklet said, "We found MIKU! There’s a concert going on, and the first song is ’Disappearance’..."

Hearing this, without another word, I grabbed Qianqian and turned to leave, "Don’t mention those two words to me!"

Though following the travel guide was easier, it lacked the sense of achievement one gets from discovering things on their own. Moreover, having a group of Imperial Soldiers clearing the way wasn’t our style. After making Lilina put away her treasure book and casually dismissing the Royal Guards who were supposed to escort us, I took Qianqian and Sandora and began wandering around leisurely.

The first venue, Qijia She leading a group of fighters at the fighting ring. Besides the ongoing match between Sakagami Tomoyo and Mary Brown, everything was fine, but why would C.C be the referee? Perhaps because she isn’t afraid to die?

And the audience below, I know that this kind of display of fighters’ prowess definitely attracts a bunch of hot-blooded folks, but those hundred or so members of the Extreme Battle Group and the opposing Jedi Knight factions must be here to cause trouble, right? Watch the match properly or beware, the city management uncle might invite you for tea!

The second venue, a bunch of Transformers trying to reenact the classic scenes from the movie featuring them. Due to the grand scale, a massive audience had gathered, but the performance seemed to be encountering a minor glitch: one Autobot threw the script away, "To hell with the director! I am an eight-wheeler! How am I supposed to transform into that shape!"

Another Autobot next to him hurriedly advised, "Do your best. Look at me—the Earth’s directors clearly don’t realize Cybertronians have trikes too!"

I looked at the second Autobot speaker and suddenly felt like crying: Are Earth’s auto-rickshaws all born from Cybertron’s informational projections?

And before I even finished pondering, a hand-tractor chugged out from the backstage, looking like yet another one about to scold the director.

...I never thought that the common class on Cybertron was so comedic.

By the time we got to the third venue, we stopped.

"What’s this for?"

I looked at the huge venue that clearly had been set up as a gigantic stage, yet inside the curtain, there was no sign of activity, and at the surrounding audience who were packed so tightly that water couldn’t escape, and asked, totally baffled.

Lilina pulled out her book of treasures: "This is the sub-venue of the Azeroth Zone, an outdoor stage play—uh, ’Snow White War Chronicles’..."

I thought for a moment, "Are you sure ’Snow White’ and ’War Chronicles’ aren’t two separate plays?"

The Fake Lolita Priestess nodded vigorously: "That’s the title they submitted, boss. Interested in giving it a watch?"

"Let’s give it a watch," I spread my hands, having been utterly dumbfounded by the "Minority World" programs along the way. Now that we had finally reached the major world’s venue, perhaps their program might surprisingly be reliable enough to heal my deeply scarred heart.

The audience gathered around the stage clearly didn’t expect that a group of Imperial Leaders, who had been at the viewing stand receiving tributes from thousands just fifteen minutes ago, would now be joining them in casual attire to watch a performance. When I pulled Sandora and others along, most people didn’t recognize us until someone cried out in surprise: "Eh, eh, eh? You guys are here too!"

I looked up and immediately burst out laughing: "Ling Meng, aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?"

Indeed, the person in front of us, dressed in a red and white witch costume with a City Management badge on her arm, looking utterly disheveled, was none other than our Queen of No Morals, Boli Ling Meng!

And according to the work schedule, shouldn’t this person currently be leading the City Management Second Team at the Kepulu Technology Exhibition Hall cracking down on Sicaro?

"I’m... I just happened to be patrolling here!" the No Morals witch finally remembered that she was still working off her debt and began to struggle to save her salary. How on earth had she come to feel like she was being exploited as a sweatshop worker by capitalists?

Sandora and I said nothing, just looked at Ling Meng’s two buckets of popcorn and couldn’t help but laugh.

"I just picked these up along the way!" Red and White hastily explained, "City Management can’t control everything!"

However, the girl’s explanation was cut short by a greeting shouting from afar, making her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave: "Ling Meng! The cola is bought... Eh!?"

Seeing the golden-haired girl running towards us, that particular Red and White flushed completely, her facial expression scrolling through like the screen of a phone.

"Alright, alright, you guys are pardoned for today, just enjoy yourselves." Feeling like I was truly becoming an exploitative factory owner, I waved at the two unfortunate girls oppressed by Imperial force, and suddenly, they both showed expressions of clemency: Ling Meng is one thing, but Yukari Yakumo, how have you fallen so low? Bring out that majestic aura, Mother Zi!

"Please, take a seat here, need a leg massage? Full-body massage services including leg and shoulder massages, only for 100,000 yuan, and even..."

To save her salary and redeem herself sooner, Red and White swiftly discarded all her morals, but I stuffed her mouth with popcorn before she could spill anything more limitless, gesturing with my chin toward the stage, "Just watch the show!"

In the meantime, the giant stage’s curtain finally began to slowly open, and the announcer’s clear voice, amplified by some kind of magic sound equipment, filled the venue: "Hello everyone, welcome to the epoch-crossing sci-fi romance action historical drama, ’Snow White War Chronicles - Time Sand.’ Today, a girl entwined by fate will bravely challenge destiny. Today, seven chosen warriors will become the sword clearing thorns for the princess. Today, a love that spans across time will display its indestructible power against cruel fate! Enough talk, now, let’s hold our breath and await the brave Warrior in White to take the stage!!"

...

I hesitated for a moment, then looked at Lilina: "Can I see who the scriptwriter of this thing is?"

"Ah Jun, Ah Jun, it’s me!" A girl beside me immediately started clamoring energetically.

Director, I request a refund, I request a refund!! (To be continued. If you like this piece, we welcome you to visit qidian.com to vote for it or offer a monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)