Chapter 387: Chapter 387 Arrangents Chapter 387: Chapter 387 Arrangents Despite being quite an unreliable Dou Ding, I had no doubt about how powerful the backing was behind this guy who could be bribed with just two sugar balls.
Ah, two sugar balls. Looking at Dingdang in my palm, each hand holding a sugar ball as if they were long swords and gleefully hee-hawing as she demonstrated so profound swordplay from the Divine Realm, I felt absolutely uneasy…
“Dingdang, have you finished your exam?”
I rembered before leaving, this Little Thing told us she was going back to the Divine Realm to take that darn Junior Creation Certificate exam. I originally thought that according to the ti concept of the Divine Race, she would need several months to return. Unexpectedly, it had only been a few days, and Dingdang had already finished her exam.
Dingdang made a gesture of finishing her practice, then put one sugar ball back into her Personal Space, smoothly unwrapping the other and started crunching away on it while mumbling indistinctly, “Mhm, Dingdang finished the exam!”
“Did it go smoothly?”
Seeing Dingdang’s current boundless energy, I guessed that she had probably passed this ti, which was indeed a cause for celebration—The Little Goddess Dingdang, who had always been at the bottom of her class, had finally passed for once. Speaking of which, after returning, would she simply bless the world with a hundred years of favorable weather to celebrate universally?
Dingdang happily looked up, “Nope! Dingdang filled in the wrong ID number during the written test! So I ca back early without even doing the practical questions!”
And then I was horrified.
I picked up the little thing that seed jubilant, turning her over and over to inspect her, but couldn’t find anything abnormal—had Dingdang been so overstimulated that she’d gone daft?
Even though this Little Thing’s intelligence had always been a concern.
Big Sister gently smiled and reminded , “Ah Jun! Dingdang will bite you~~”
Dingdang, who I had placed under my eyes for a thorough inspection, really did blush and imdiately rushed up to cling to my nose and shouted loudly, “You’ve seen it all! Dingdang won’t be able to get married!!”
… How am I supposed to view such a pet as a young lady, damn it!
“Dingdang, I an, are you okay? You seem to have failed your Junior Creation Certificate again…”
After hesitating for a while, I still threw out such a question. Based on previous experiences, it seed that Dingdang took that Junior Creation Certificate quite seriously, so why wasn’t she the slightest bit sad about directly failing this ti?
Unexpectedly, Dingdang nonchalantly flipped the sugar ball and replied, “Dingdang is used to it! Even pre-exam tutoring is a habit I keep up with! Father God told us, only by seizing the next opportunity is aningful! Father God is so powerful! So Dingdang just needs to keep taking the make-up exams!”
… You just keep on failing until Doomsday, why don’t you!
Dingdang crunched on her sugar ball and finally noticed the huge holographic projection behind her with its images, curiously asking, “Ah Jun, what are you guys doing? Are you developing outer space? Dingdang can help! Dingdang’s Creation Science… Dingdang is quite amazing!”
“No, in fact, I’m afraid we might have run into a bit of trouble…”
I went on to explain in great detail the issues predicted by Lin Xue and our own insufficient military strength, but to be honest, throughout the whole conversation this little thing was just wrestling with her lollipop. Whether she could be of any help was really up for debate. And co to think of it… could such a little thing really silently take care of a constant star without a trace? Or could she possibly have such a strong reputation in the Divine Realm that she could even ask the God of Destruction for help?
“Oh… I see…”
After listening to my description, Dingdang sat cross-legged on my hand and licked her fingers.
“It does sound a bit troubleso, to detonate a giant constant star so close to a fragile star system without causing the slightest ripple to nearby celestial bodies. Dingdang recalls that there was a theoretical question like this in the Light System Divine Race’s promotion from junior school… Ah Jun, wait a sec!!”
Dingdang called out and then lightly hopped onto the table, opened her Personal Space, and started rummaging through it. Before long, the huge conference table in front of was filled with all sorts of mind-boggling things.
Colorful candy wrappers – Dingdang’s collection, lollipops of various brands – the sa, small and cute tea sets, dinnerware, cups, cleaning supplies – Dingdang’s daily necessities, and seemingly toy-like small combs, mirrors, clothes, and, uh, sothing that looked like underwear. How could this Little One dump everything out?
Aside from these miniature daily goods, there were a lot of things that made fantasize, like the mysterious crystals that emitted a mystical glow – could they be the legendary level 9 Holy Beast Demon Core? What about the black granular substance in small vials – could it be Demon Dragon Marrow for forging peerless divine weapons? And more…
“Ah Jun, Ah Jun, look at this, these are glass beads and sesa seeds from Astira-10086, they look a lot like things from Earth, right? Dingdang is a collector…”
Forget it, I knew these things wouldn’t turn up in this book…
The petite Dingdang simply jumped into the pile of junk and started scrambling inside, making even more eye-catching items spew out like a fountain. I couldn’t imagine how this Lady Goddess managed her daily life – speaking of which, after becoming a Managent God and at least reaching the level of a lower Main God, she should have a couple of personal Angels, right? Is just a half-baked Lilina really okay?
“Ah, here, here!”
Finally, Dingdang found what she was looking for. It was a stack of lavishly decorated, glowing, mysterious scrolls, each thick enough and large enough to be the best weapon in a street fight. Piled up together, they stood at least as tall as four or five Dingdangs stacked up, and our Little Goddess stood at the foot of the mountain of books, straining her neck to identify the titles on the spines.
“‘The 133rd Generation World Managent System’s Commonly Asked Questions 101’, that’s not it, ‘On the Writing and Indexing of Stable Laws’, that’s not it either, ‘Why Divine Artifacts Must Shine – The Little-Known Daily Life Trivia’, huh? Did Dingdang even borrow this book from the library? That dumb lizard who got grounded for failing to return a book last ti is really pitiful… Ah, this is it! ‘Save the World’s Little Magic of Love’! There should be a trick inside for dealing with collapsing constant stars!”
I covered my face, I wept, I looked up to the heavens and let out a long sigh, then did over thirty backflips as tears stread down my face ORZ, dang it!
Lord God held that gorgeous to from the Divine Realm, which any mortal Magic God would give their entire life just to glimpse, and studied the pages intently. Then she looked up and said, “Dingdang has a way!”
“The solution detailed here is very effective and works especially well for unclaid remote worlds. It involves using a complex law to invade the world’s administrative terminal, then bypasses the identity authentication system, directly modifying the world’s constant stars and expansion rate. With this thod, Dingdang can completely delete that out-of-control constant star! However, it says this thod can only be used once, otherwise it could cause irreversible damage to the integrity of the world’s laws, and because Dingdang absolutely cannot fix broken laws, she can only help you with that star. You’ll have to work hard on the other stuff yourselves…”
“That’s already incredibly powerful…”
I was filled with deep emotion, extending a finger to slightly caress the slightly guilt-ridden Dingdang’s little head. Then, I exchanged glances with Qianqian and Big Sister, both of whom had evolved to a similarly composed state: Definitely don’t ss with the Divine Race; they are the GMs…
With this, it seed like more than half of the problem had been solved. Deleting the entire star (seriously, is that even okay?) would naturally an no more discussions about supernovae and tidal forces. Dingdang would simultaneously delete everything related to that star, including the effects of its gravitational field. According to what Lord God said, those things are called “subfolders”… cough cough, anyway, what we have to deal with now are the rogue planets and the asteroid bombardnt issues, and it looks like we’ll have to deploy the Imperial Fleet for those two points.
We imdiately set to work arranging things. First, we instructed Taville to construct a Sniper Star Cannon in the shortest ti possible—this thing is powerful but actually quite limited in usefulness. The Sniper Star Cannon is characterized by its slow activation ti, lack of mobility, and vulnerability to destruction. In real interstellar warfare, a giant mother ship is often enough to wipe out an entire planet’s defense forces, and it’s completely unnecessary to blow a planet to pieces with a Sniper Star Canon. Often, the Sniper Star Cannon is more of a deterrent than an actual weapon. Hence, even Pandora had never added this big fellow to the production schedule at Shadow Base. This ti, I reckon the Xyrin Hosts and Taville’s research team will be in for so serious overti.
The second step involved having Sandora start leading the formation of an all-planet Defense Fleet, one powerful enough to set up a vast Energy Shield just outside the Earth-Moon Orbit and withstand tens of thousands, or even more, asteroid bombardnts continuously for three days. After so developnt, we had accumulated a rather substantial number of similar ships in Shadow Space and its subordinate Dinsion Shipyard. Sandora’s task now was to outfit them all with high-powered Energy Shield Generators, and get them into position before the fragnts entered our universe. According to Lin Xue’s prediction, the asteroid group would directly jump to the vicinity of Earth, so unless we established a defense line in advance, there’s no chance we could intercept them in ti.
Then there’s our side of things.
I knew the Imperial Fleet was enormously powerful, wiping out an asteroid belt without a doubt, but the key issue in Lin Xue’s prediction was that several celestial fragnts would slip through the net. If the planet below was a fully ard Xyrin Colony Star, rows of ground anti-air firepower and rapid-response troops would have no issues with a couple of small asteroid impacts. But now, what we’re protecting is a rather fragile Junior Civilization Planet—I certainly didn’t think that Earth’s pride, the Marine Corps, could do much about an asteroid that weighs millions of tons and crashes at 30,000 miles per hour.
We had Lin Xue predict the possible impact points and then had the Earthlings organize evacuations. Seed more troubleso than mobilizing troops at ho—how I wish I could pass this job off to…
“Commander! Please allow my impertinence, but you must fulfill your duties!”
Alright, alright, little Scorpion, I know almost none of us are cut out for administration, but… neither am I!
In a flurry of tense and busy arrangents, Lin Xue approached in the evening of the next day: “I’ve seen the most likely impact points. Consider us lucky, as they will all fall into the sea. However, one is quite close to Europe and may trigger a tsunami and severe atmospheric changes, while another is near Japan, though it won’t hit directly, just requiring us to deal with the tsunami. The worst part is that I also saw an asteroid heading straight for Antarctica—the Earth’s ecosystem is going to be smashed to pieces.”
“We should have spare ships to intercept it, right?” Upon hearing it was just an asteroid, I wasn’t too concerned. Such a thing was a disaster for humans, but for a Xyrin Apostle, probably any Escort Ship could shoot it down. The weapon systems on Xyrin Battleships are famously responsive.
“Of course, we have spare ships,” Lin Xue said slyly, winking. “Even sending a single High Order Xyrin Apostle to fight solo could handle an unarmored asteroid that can’t fight back. But don’t you think the natives of this world should contribute a bit too?”
I rolled my eyes: “You want to make a blockbuster movie?”
Lin Xue spread her hands: “Don’t you think you’re creating an epic here?”
Big Sister appeared by our side without us noticing, and now approached with a smile: “Ah Jun, what Lin Xue really ans is that it’s best to have humans participate in this doomsday counteraction. If an alien civilization from the sky directly resolves everything for Earthlings, it’s not a good thing. Humans must rise up to fight and protect their own ho, even if it’s just as an assistant. Only then will a civilization not lose its motivation to develop and avoid becoming deford in its growth.”
At first, I thought Big Sister’s words were filled with grand righteousness. But then I looked up and saw the smirk at the corner of her mouth: she was up to no good again, probably wanting to see the Earthlings in a flustered state. Speaking of Earthlings, although not from the sa Earth, why was Sister so heartlessly amused by this?
Though I say this, I admitted their argunt had so rit. But to rely on human power to intercept an asteroid… was there really a chance of success?
Forget it… such a thing only happened in Hollywood movies. I decided to ignore the whimsical decisions of Big Sister and Lin Xue.
Organizing a human evacuation was not sothing we could do—of course, unless we resorted to using the military to drive them out. Leaving such a troubleso matter to local governnts was the right way to go. For the European region, we had a rather good candidate: the free laborer Lola and her subordinates, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Delta. She was in good standing with the British Queen and also wielded considerable political influence. Most importantly, she was obedient to us.
To ensure the effectiveness of the ruse, I dispatched my only Angel envoy, Alaya. Although a bit of a dimwit, this girl was indispensable for performing various miracles. The only problem I encountered was how to make Alaya successfully locate Lola’s Bedroom—she didn’t know the way, and even if she did, she wouldn’t be able to find it.
In the end, I could only prepare an invisible shuttle and go in person, as I had plenty of reasons to believe that this idiot would botch up any task we entrusted to her.
Having imrsed myself for years in YY novels and various fantasy movies, I knew quite well what elents a successful miracle needed, such as dusk or nightfall, a girl praying alone, light descending from the sky, mysterious voices, distant hymns, and the affectionate calls of a grandma from across the river—that ant you prayed way too long.
In central London, Lambeth Palace, one of the strongholds of the British Puritan forces, stood as the residence of Archbishop Lola Stewart.
Opulent, even extravagant housing, especially when contrasted with the spartan dormitories of the Church of Necessary Evil nearby. I guess I understand why Shen Lie occasionally ntioned those dorms with such a gloomy expression during our chats.
As a devout believer, Lola was in her private prayer room at her residence, carrying out her daily routine of prayers and ditation. The religious ceremonies of the Cross Sect were complex and demanding, and even the relatively liberal British Puritans never neglected them. Even the smallest, easily forgettable points took a vital place in the prayers of orthodox Cross Sect followers. Thus, apart from taming her super long blonde hair, Lola’s most ti-consuming daily activity was conversing with God in prayer.
Well, the fact that the Archbishop spent more ti combing her hair than praying was already ripe for mockery. Although Lola once explained that she also incorporated certain religious rituals into her hair grooming, I could never understand it…
Bright candlelight, holy paintings on the walls, tall stained glass windows, and a carpet with various symbolic decorations—Lola’s private prayer room certainly lived up to the word “luxury.” But aside from these religious items that may have other significances, the room did not seem to have any purely ostentatious items. They say religious people are mild paranoiacs, huh? If it were , for starters, I’d install a water cooler on that wall over there…
But I suppose Lola wouldn’t allow it.
“Alaya, have you morized your lines?”
Maintaining the disguise force field, I confird one last ti with the Angel Sister about to play the role of a scamr.
Alaya scratched her head, her wings fluttering lightly. “Don’t worry, Lord Brother! I’ve written it down on a little note!”
…With tears in my eyes, I nodded and watched this idiot depart.
The previously bright candlelit prayer room suddenly dimd, a performance “unperceivable” to mortals started unfolding slowly. The candles were still burning, but the light from above seed to recoil as if shy, never managing to break through.
Startled awake in the middle of her prayer, Lola focused intently on the odd behaving candlestick. Moonlight poured in through the colored glass windows, casting a patchy light screen in the prayer room.
“Light… is fearing sothing…”
Lola murmured under her breath, slowly standing up and straightening her long dress.
“If it’s not Satan’s minions, then it must be an even holier light.”
As if to confirm Lola’s guess, the moonlight streaming in from the window suddenly brightened, defying the laws of physics by ignoring the filtering effect of the stained glass windows, transforming into a pure, pale golden halo that started to flow over the floor as if tangible.
The mont the holy energy appeared, Lola realized it instantly, pressing her hands together over her chest, devoutly kneeling.
Alaya made her grand entrance yet again—although the girl had just accidentally brushed her wings against a lit candle and got frightened, fortunately, Lola didn’t see that… (To be continued, for more, please visit qidian. More chapters are available, support the author, and support genuine reading!)
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