All the World Fragnts have finally arrived safely at the Imperial District. They weren’t intercepted by the Fallen Apostle, didn’t dissipate prematurely into the Void, and no major disturbances or casualties occurred on any Ecological Planet. A small-scale Doomsday panic was unavoidable, but fortunately, everything stayed within a controllable range. The largest collective relocation in history finally ended successfully.
These drifting World Fragnts still need further handling: repairs, placent, and hidden danger checks. Although they have co to a safe place, for a temporary Order Field without a complete World Barrier, the Void itself is the greatest danger. Each World Fragnt is "evaporating" at an extrely high speed. The Void quickly erodes the ti, space, energy, and matter of these small fragnts. One fragnt has already reached a dangerous critical point, to the extent that its internal Ecological Planet has been "shaved" a bit. The Servant Army responsible for reclaiming and inspecting these Ecological Planets reported: "...We’ve seen a planet that seems like it’s been turned on a lathe. All peaks over five thousand ters on this planet have been ground down. We request a humanitarian Planet Reshaping and Atmosphere Regeneration, or else the people on this planet will never have a chance for mountaineering in their lifeti."
However, the Empire has already prepared for these World Fragnts. Now, we’re no longer helpless against city-sized fragnts like before. With the Empire’s current strength, settling these World Fragnts is a piece of cake. Sivis has carefully selected a newly born Universe with a highly compatible basic constant to accommodate these fragnts. This new Universe is one of the stocks in the Empire’s ever-expanding World Library. Although the Xyrin Apostle’s world-creating technology isn’t as mature as the Star Domain Divine Race’s, we still have a considerable inventory of man-made Universes. A dozen migrated Ecological Planets will be guided to this young and prosperous New World. They will receive a new Sun, and each Constant Star System will co with three rock-rich planets and two gaseous planets. Additionally, there is an original condition Asteroid Belt on the edge of the Constant Star System for future mining. All these Celestial Bodies are guaranteed to be brand new and unused. In the future, when the Races on those Ecological Planets develop space travel technology, they can try to approach the Celestial Bodies within their Constant Star System. The first Observer within a 200-kiloter radius of those celestial objects will receive a quality certification docunt and a one-ti opening proof letter. All Imperial-made civilian Celestial Bodies have this setup to indicate authenticity and non-refurbishnt. At first, I thought this design, although high-end and grand, seed aningless until I later saw a news report on XLTV about Macro World’s "Planet Smuggler" and "Celestial Body Private Casting Black Factory," then realized that this kind of thing actually happens...’
The World Fragnts have been handed over to professionals, as for the Haisenwood-Ridemoon Twin Stars, a civilization circle with complex historical issues, we don’t need to intervene more: the Blood Princess and Edwin will handle the ensuing troubles. anwhile, Antier has also realized her identity as a "Divine Servant" and what she should do. She will continue to maintain the peace of those two planets in the na of a Star Domain God representative, and Bingdisi promised to be her external guidance teacher at any ti. In any case, it’s a happy ending. However, Edwin might feel a bit depressed: historical issues are piled up like mountains, and Old Pope’s plan to "go ho and farm" might need to be delayed a bit. But he doesn’t need to be too disappointed since there’s still a poor Blood Princess whose one-sided love of over two thousand years seems to continue... Those five people are chaotic indeed.
In the blink of an eye, it’s already the second day since returning ho, and I feel like I can finally return to the leisurely days of eating and sleeping, with occasional teasing of my daughter and pets, and my mood has beco particularly pleasant: although there’s still a lot of work to handle, my most skilled attitude remains eye-rolling and feeling unrelated to the world. Though to be honest, this outing wasn’t long at all, just a few days in total, but the feeling of fatigue in my heart is no less than the tis I led expeditions for months before. I’ve concluded two reasons after much thought: first, the ghostly place on this trip was too pressuring. I’ve never executed such a level of confidential task in a place where even breathing might be heard. The psychological fatigue was overwhelming; second, the chaotic historical stories of the Haisenwood-Ridemoon civilization circle are truly exhausting. Even if I didn’t personally experience them, understanding the whole story was enough to weigh heavily on my mind. As a backward civilization unable to even exit the atmosphere, they perford a Jedi counterattack under the circumstance where half of their civilization circle was polluted by the Abyss, persisting for over two thousand years. This might be enough to write into textbooks. Indeed, the Imperial Military Academy has textbooks on this topic, titled "Self-Rescue thods of Junior Civilizations Facing the Abyss," a course designed specifically for the leaders of various worlds. I wonder if after handling the miscellaneous affairs of the Twin Stars civilization circle, we should invite the Blood Princess over as an advisor for the new edition of the textbook...
Lastly, we need to ntion Soya: the Paralyzed Dragon King Sister (isn’t that nickna getting longer and longer?). Lin has already sent her to the Guardian Giant Dragon Kingdom in Heavenly Realm City. As previously ntioned, regardless of the world, the Dragon Clan is the sa. Even if they have different cultures, they are the sa species. Plus, Char and his clan are naturally hospitable. Soya received an unprecedentedly warm welco the day she arrived. Unfortunately, I couldn’t witness the touching scene with my own eyes, but according to Lin’s report upon her return, that Paralyzed Dragon King Sister almost cried at that mont—I hope she’ll be happy in her new family.
Of course, Soya was born and raised in the Twin Stars civilization circle, where she has four millennia-old life-and-death friends, so she’s unlikely to move directly to live in Heavenly Realm City. Therefore, I issued her a special transit permit, allowing her to teleport between her holand and Heavenly Realm City at any ti and place. Naturally, this permit is limited to civilian facilities, that is the Giant Dragon Floating Island area in Heavenly Realm City. Military facilities, such as the Angel Wall, are off-limits to her.
"I say, do you plan to bask in the sun until the end of ti?"
A voice ca from directly above, and at the sa ti, I felt the sunlight shining on was blocked by sothing large. My drifting thoughts ca to an abrupt halt. I opened my eyes, and what I first saw was a black wing: Bingdisi’s wing.
"You have to understand," I pushed myself up from the grass, "this is the ti after having a full al when you’re most likely to feel sleepy."
It’s the second day back ho, currently one o’clock in the afternoon. For the past half hour, I’ve mainly been lying on the grass in the courtyard basking in the sun, and worrying about national affairs—though I don’t mind if you only focus on the latter part of that sentence.
Bingdisi smirked, "You’re quite laid-back, not feeling even a bit of urgency."
I thought for a while and slowly looked around: Little Crow was teaching her young crows not far away how to distinguish various types of grass seeds. She glanced this way and lazily uttered a "caw-oh" sound; Little Baobao was strolling into the yard holding a big bottle of soy sauce; Qianqian and Lin Xue had just returned from shopping in the new district, sitting under the porch, unboxing several large packages; Xiao Xue, like , was sprawled on the grass basking in the sun, while in the house, the little doll and Lilina were fighting over the TV like a war zone as usual. I nodded with satisfaction, feeling that everything I wanted was right here, so I shrugged to Bingdisi, "Everything at ho is great. What urgent feeling would I need?"
Bingdisi chuckled coldly twice, then suddenly opened her personal space and threw out a big golden sphere, "Well, since you’re so idle, let’s first research how to decipher the runes on this thing."
I looked at the familiar golden sphere, full of surprise, "That divine artifact? Didn’t you send it to the Divine Realm for those experts to study? Why did you bring it back again?"
"This is a replica," Bingdisi pointed at the sphere with pride, "Although decoding this thing is uncertain, replicating it is quite simple. Father God ordered over a hundred replicas like this to be distributed across various research departnts, and as the top of the class and a bully, I got one too. Now, since you’re so idle, co and research the runes with ."
I stared at Bingdisi blankly, "You’re asking to research runes with you? I know nothing about that!"
"Who expects you to know," Bingdisi sneered, "I’m borrowing your interference power as a Void Creature. One major talent of Void Creatures is making events focus on themselves. Although it’s unclear how to control it, using this talent in research tends to yield results."
I thought for a mont and suddenly realized, "You’re asking to stand beside you as a mascot?"
Bingdisi nodded, "You summarized it accurately."
Before I could voice more opinions, Bingdisi had already pushed the big sphere over to herself and started hamring away at it with all sorts of peculiar tools. Watching the process made my heart race: the research value of this divine artifact is obvious, and even if it’s a replica, scratching the runes on it would be a hassle. Bingdisi’s research process was as chaotic as forging iron; how could I not be nervous? But then I recalled the scene when this female hooligan smashed the genuine artifact with a brick, and I felt a bit relieved: whatever, Star Domain Divine Race-made items are sturdy anyway.
At this ti, Sandora happened to walk out from the house. She seed to have just finished her dessert, with a satisfied smile still on her face, perhaps planning to join in basking in the sun. She was quite surprised to see Bingdisi tinkering with a big sphere, and after finding out it was a replica of the divine artifact, she approached with interest, "Does this thing record data about the Hotown World?"
"Once I figure out how to read these runes, the truth will be revealed," Bingdisi, keeping her head down and busy, said while slowly scanning the surface of the artifact with a silver-white short rod, like a handheld scanner, "Damn it, no reaction, and this is an ancient gadget I dug out from grandpa’s collection. If even this can’t read it, how long ago does this sphere date back?"
I frowned, "Does a replica truly record the sa data as the genuine article? None of you know how that data is encoded, so how can you ensure it was copied together?"
"You don’t know the password or content of the compressed file, but that doesn’t stop you from making hundreds of copies of it," Bubbles gave a vivid example, "As a race that can directly manipulate truth, isn’t conducting this level of ’hard copying’ a piece of cake?"
Bubbles’ explanation was simple and clear, and I imdiately felt enlightened. However, just as I was about to ask her more about how these Divine Realm runes store vast amounts of data, I suddenly noticed an all-domain broadcast refreshing on the public data link: it’s not common to see an all-domain broadcast in this open military-civilian dual-use link. I casually received this ssage that should have been easily ignored, only to find that it was just one sentence:
Greetings to Foolish Big Guy and his friends.
This short sentence appeared three tis in the spiritual connection, also with subtitles in the consciousness, which is the most common format for Imperial Data Network public ssage broadcasts. I curiously turned to Sandora and asked: "Did you send this ssage?"
"I was about to ask you," Sandora also received that public broadcast, "This should be a greeting to the Haisenwood-Ridemoon civilization circle, a low-level civil information... so high-authority reckless fellow set it to broadcast network-wide."
The Haisenwood-Ridemoon civilization circle, or the Twin Stars civilization circle, is now part of the Empire’s territory, but there’s certainly no Imperial Military Station there yet, nor has it integrated into the total network. So this greeting should have been for the Tree Elf Envoy, to have them pass it on to the Twin Stars civilization circle. Besides any Xyrin Host, only the Imperial High Level has the authority to set an all-domain broadcast on the public link, but a normal Angel Envoy certainly wouldn’t make this mistake, so it must be so naughty kid at ho who wanted to write a letter to Foolish Big Guy and accidentally hit send-to-all—I couldn’t help but recall my own experience back when I wasn’t familiar with spiritual connection yet, ending up sharing every little thing on my mind with the family girls, it’s such a teary mory.
However, the origin of this broadcast still brought a smile: I wonder what the four-mber group who saved the world (Soya is currently in the Giant Dragon territory of the Heavenly Realm City, gaining so knowledge, so she’s not here) is busy with now. If I have ti, I might bring them over to Shadow City for a few days. I’m also considering issuing them proof of being Honorary Citizens of the Empire: with rits of saving their civilization, they’re more than eligible to beco Honorary Citizens and settle down in Shadow City.
"Where to start with this thing is the real question," Bubbles wasn’t concerned about how the broadcast in the total network happened, she fiddled with that big round sphere for a long ti, still not finding the starting point of the runes, "The stuff our ancestors used is truly amazing."
Sandora is more attentive to matters related to the Hotown World than anyone else, so she was also watching from the side, but her understanding of Divine Race technology is quite limited, so she couldn’t be of any help.
Bubbles is soone with limited patience. After a while, she lost interest in the Divine Artifact, pushed it to the side, and then she suddenly saw the Demon Fox Girl sunbathing under the eaves, imdiately calling out: "Hey, you over there, the fox, co here!"
The Demon Fox Girl lazily lifted her head, saw the three of us gathered around the big sphere, and curiously ran over: "You called ?"
"Climb onto this sphere, I’ll hold you," Bubbles pointed at the sphere and said to the fox, who imdiately stood up alertly: "You’re trying to bully again?"
Because of her sowhat foolish nature, this fox had beco immune to others’ tricks.
"Do you think I need such a complicated process to bully you?" Bubbles, with an air of dominance, waved her hand, "This sphere is a new toy for you."
"I’m not a cat, why should I be interested in a sphere," the fox mumbled but was indeed curious about the large, shiny sphere. With Bubbles’ encouragent, she hesitantly climbed onto it, and the female hooligan kept directing: "That’s right, right there, then let your tail hang down touching the sphere, and relax your body..."
I thought Bubbles had found a way to crack the runes, but the more I watched, the stranger it felt. Unable to hold back, I asked out loud: "What are you doing with this?"
Bubbles, looking satisfied, pointed at the combination of the sphere and the fox, boasting with a silly grin to and Sandora: "Does it look like a Firefox browser to you guys now?"
: "..." Sandora: "..."
I slapped the female hooligan aside: Needless to say, a person with too much idle ti can be a nuisance; this female hooligan is capable of anything when she’s extrely bored! Speaking of which, when did she learn about the human Firefox browser... with this reminder, I have to admit, it does look quite similar.
The Demon Fox Girl, looking bewildered, watched us. Living her daily life eating, sleeping, and sunbathing, she naturally hadn’t encountered browsers, so she had no idea what the others were talking about. She yawned lazily, her tail affectionately curling on mine and Sandora’s shoulders, and subsequently lay down on the sphere drowsily: This is a sign of not wanting to move, I am well aware of how much this fox loves to sleep in. Bubbles stared at the scene for a while, then helplessly waved her hand: "Forget it, looks like we can’t continue researching this."
"You never intended to research it from the start," I pointed out bluntly, "you’re just bored."
And Bubbles shalessly admitted it.
I stepped forward and pinched the Demon Fox Girl’s tail; she rely grumbled drowsily: This is a sign that she’s already asleep. Fearing that the tal sphere might roll and squish the silly fox underneath, I had to place a few stones around the sphere. At this point, my plan to sunbathe was pretty much ruined. I started contemplating what else to do, after thinking it over, wandering around seed pointless too, so I beckoned Sandora: "Let’s head to Shadow City for a visit." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian [qidian] for recomndations and month votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian to read.)
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