Chapter 526: Chapter 526 Kepulu Calls for Help
rcury Lamp’s arrival was a pre-warning signal, Shana’s intrusion was a confirmation of the alarm, the Academy Apocalypse Strong Team and the misdirected Sagara Sousuke represented the onset of a heavy downpour, while the subsequent Spartans marked the official first peak of the flood.
Anyone with common sense knew that the first peak ant only one thing: a second one was coming.
The organized crossover of the Spartans seed like a starting signal. Following closely, the swarming army of transmigrators began their actions of stirring winds and rains. Of course, the ones who swiftly reacted were the Imperial Soldiers already on standby around the world.
A vast number of suspicious targets, exhibiting behaviors unlike ordinary people, were quickly locked down. Then, they were sorted out and captured by covert operation teams. In the cities with the worst outbreaks, up to two hundred transmigration suspects could be found in a single day—of course, there might be one hundred performance artists, fifty expert professors, thirty online writers, and only the remaining thirty might be transmigrators…
Eh? Let do the math again…
Cough cough, anyway, Earth has now beco a gathering place for people who have crossed over from other worlds with all sorts of weird and bizarre individuals popping up continuously. Our dispatched agents and the Superpower Team’s special forces began working overti day and night. Fortunately, as long as suspicious targets could be locked down, it was fairly easy for them to determine whether the person was a transmigrator. Dingdang extracted a special solution using leaves from the World Tree, which even ordinary people could use. Applying it to the eyeballs would allow one to discern anything not belonging to this world; transmigrators would appear shit yellow in their eyes—although Dingdang stressed repeatedly that it was rely the color of an orange-flavored lollipop, I still held a grudge against it.
Therefore, in the obscure alleys and little-traveled corners of cities around the world, this scene was often witnessed: a group of n and won dressed in either black SWAT uniforms or ridiculously old-fashioned suits would corner a strangely dressed performance artist against a wall. Just as passersby thought a brutally inappropriate scene was about to unfold, the folks in black begin neatly taking out bottles of eye drops to dicate themselves. The next second, a dozen sharp-eyed individuals would pounce on the unlucky “artist” and pin them to the ground.
Of course, there was also the possibility of having to apologize and compensate.
Even though these incidents all took place in the hidden corners of streets, in places rarely traversed by pedestrians, when they occurred in synchrony all over the world, even hundreds of tis in a single city per day, you would think it might attract the attention of the general public, well, in theory at least.
But, in reality, it was the exact opposite.
Neither the “black suits collectively dicating their eyes and assailing cosplay enthusiasts on the street” nor the “streets and alleys suddenly overrun by a multitude of performance artists/cosplay enthusiasts” ever drew much attention. Even the usually nosy aunties would at most lant about the decline in public morals over tea and dinner, comnting that with the rise in cri, all sorts of bad influences were also popping up everywhere.
This fully illustrated one thing: In today’s rapidly developing cultural climate, performance art and violent aesthetics have indeed beco part of the ordinary citizens’ lives; they have grown accustod to it.
Of course, the special departnts of the Superpower Team and the Imperial Commanders’ accumulated power within human society likely played no small part in appeasing the local governnts. All in all, everything proceeded in a very harmonious and splendid atmosphere. The general public did not have the slightest inkling that the cosplayers parading before their eyes had any connection to an Otherworld. Just like last night’s 10:30 rampage at South Lake Park that left a couple impotent (a situation shrouded in mystery that good kids should not analyze), which was ultimately explained away as a rare high-tech carjacking incident, everything was kept hush-hush.
This is Shadow City’s ergency “Imperial Registration and Assistance Center for Migrant Population.” A bunch of tall and burly Imperial Soldiers temporarily took on the role of governntal apes here, responsible for registering the new arrivals. After the first peak of transmigrators hit, in just one hour, this place beca the busiest spot in all of Shadow City. The vast tallic hall, teeming like a waiting room, was an exhibition of the richest ethnic cultural exposition in history, as transmigrators from various worlds and races mingled. The complexity was enough to sustain an author from QiDian for two lifetis—and that’s the one who updates five tis a day.
But miraculously, these hodgepodge, miscellaneous fellows managed to maintain basic order when mixed together, leading to suspect what the “friendly invitations” assured by those Imperial Soldiers really entailed.
“Na?”
A soldier clad in a suit but wearing an alloy armor over it asked the frail youth in front of him with a dull and muffled voice.
“Wi… William Sangis…” the timid youth was clearly frightened when captured and, considering his spoiled upbringing (judging by the flashy chains all over him), he was now tremblingly responding to the burly soldier’s inquiry.
“Occupation?”
“Mage… Noble… No official position…”
“Origin and reason for cross—aning the reason for coming to this world?”
“From… from the Kingdom of Elcaran, ca here because… a magic practice mishap.”
“Your number is A1531. Follow the Jas Bond unit to Area A to wait for assignnt and get the tracking serum injection.” The Imperial Officer at the registration desk said gruffly, he picked up the steel stamp next to him, banged a stamp on the registration form, then carefully dug out the form that was already pressed into the table, and after checking for prying eyes quickly handed it over to him.
“Kid, a bit of advice for you, maybe steel is really valuable in your world, but here, that chain getup makes you look like a prisoner—hey, Kaisen, lend your steel stamp.”
The speaker was a high-ranking officer sitting at the next table, dressed in a neatly pressed black suit. The large sunglasses on his face couldn’t conceal the magnanimous and upright squareness of his features. This Uther-looking officer with the feel of a black-clad super-agent had just finished mocking the young man who had registered, and shalessly began borrowing stuff from his subordinate.
“Sir, where’s your steel stamp?” his deputy nad Kaisen asked as he handed over the stamp.
“I pressed too hard and flattened it—hey, green-skin over there, don’t go, co here and register. Na?”
“Duan Di…”
“…do you want a set? The original Dragon Ball, in HD.”
“…I just want to know when I can go back.”
The sunglasses-wearing officer shrugged, “Just wait. You’ve got over thirty Jedi Knights ahead of you. If you’re really that bored, I’ll read your fortune later—hey redhead at the back! How many tis do I have to tell you, Kyo Kusanagi isn’t here! If you really want to fight, go brawl with the scorpions; I guarantee those female tyrannosaurs will make you feel like you’re in heaven…”
“I think this world is already in complete chaos.”
In one corner of the registration hall, a small group huddled together, cracking edama and leisurely watching the bustling crowds while comnting and critiquing.
“Hey, hey, hey, Miss Xue, you’re supposed to be a prophet, don’t talk nonsense, I’ll take it seriously.”
Lin Xue shot a glance while feeding the shelled beans to Little Baobao who was scurrying between the seats, muttering, “You said the exact sa thing when you saw that little girl just now.”
“Nonsense,” I rolled my eyes heavenward, “with a na and cri record both under Lina Inbas, she’s a walking doomsday. When you saw her, didn’t you also utter a prayer that Dingdang would please protect the world?”
“That’s where you got it wrong, you blockhead!”
“Today’s really been an eye-opener though,” Big Sister, as always, intervened with her gentle voice while Lin Xue and I were bickering, “Ah Jun, it feels like our ho is running a travel agency, doesn’t it?”
Isn’t this travel agency a bit too big though?
“Hey, does this kind of chaos happen often in this world? You all seem so calm about it.”
While we were busy with our edama, a short transmigrator who had arrived earlier and secured a VIP spot kept curiously observing the hall, and now seed to have a question, asking without any hesitation.
“rcury Lamp, how many tis have I told you, you should call Brother!”
“Not a chance!” the haughty doll huffed and turned her head away, “Don’t think just because we’ve talked these last few days that you can do whatever you want. I am not going to satisfy your perverted desires—hey! Answer my question!”
Is she… upset?
Is it because I casually carried her under my arm when I ca over? I usually keep Lady Goddess tucked in my pocket anyway.
“This kind of chaos, well, it’s the first ti it’s happened in this world,” I explained, shaking my head and bobbing about, while placing so edama beans on a small plate in front of rcury Lamp. She looked at oddly, hesitated for a mont, but still picked up the beans, “It’s just that we’ve encountered things a hundred tis more troubleso in other worlds, so we’re used to it.”
That’s true, in terms of severity, droves of transmigrators scattered all over Earth couldn’t compare to an entire planet’s worth of the Insect Race, could they? It’s just that the current situation is vexingly complicated. After all, Earth is my ho, and its protection is everyone’s responsibility. Blasting away everything in Pandora with a Sniper Star Cannon might feel great, but I’d be crying my eyes out.
“Running around saving the world all day, huh? I heard from that crow that can turn into a maid that naive ghost worships you like their own god,” she scoffed. “I just see you as a foolishly kind-hearted fool.”
“Indeed, to ordinary people, that would be a foolishly kind-hearted fool,” Big Sister said quietly as she watched rcury Lamp, her gaze bearing a certain pressure that I’ve deed “the Big Sister aura that’s the bane of children.” “However, Ah Jun is an Imperial Leader, so he can only be called a Benevolent Ruler. rcury Lamp, as a child, you should always be seeing the light, hmm?”
I’ve never been able to understand the huge destructive power Big Sister has over loli and shota-type beings, but her talent truly exists. It’s like how most people don’t understand nuclear power, but the sun above them is still fusing every day. Big Sister’s aura is inexplicable, but rcury Lamp really does fear her—the normally haughty doll beca obedient in no ti.
But that obedience lasted only for a minute.
“Hey, when can you send back or help find my father?” rcury Lamp brought up the topic she always harped on, though this ti, she prioritized “going back” over “finding her father.”
“You have to understand, your world isn’t on our list of logged-in places, but I promise, I will get you ho as soon as possible.”
That was the only weak consolation I could offer. Then, after hesitating for a long while, I still gently placed my hand on rcury Lamp’s little head and gave it a couple of rubs.
Hopefully, it would bring her so peace of mind.
“Slap!”
Indeed, I was rebuffed straight away…
Lin Xue looked at my dejected face and laughed heartily. The aning in Miss Xue’s eyes appeared before as if it had subtitles: “Wood, your Daddy Halo has finally failed!”
Tch, my intentions just then were quite pure.
A bustling crowd of transmigrators was not far from us, teeming like fish in the sea. Observing them felt oddly like watching a movie, and after watching for so long, I gradually noticed a commonality among these Ti Travel Party mbers.
Almost everyone’s first question was: “When can we go back?”
Transmigration isn’t as wonderful as you imagine.
Being suddenly thrown into a place where you don’t know anyone, everything you’re familiar with collapsing in an instant; your family whom you lived with day by day, now so far you can’t even describe it in terms of life and death; and facing a perilous Otherworld…
Not to ntion those Imperial Soldiers with a serious propensity for violence.
This kind of pressure isn’t sothing the average person can handle. Even if you’ve fantasized countless tis while reading web novels about yourself cutting a swathe through an Otherworld, when transmigration really happens to you, you’ll want to go ho too, especially after these transmigrators have already spent several frightening days on Earth.
It would be sowhat better for those transmigrators from a parallel Earth, like Shana. At least she can find many familiar things here, but those Nakians and Half-Beasts are really under great stress now.
Uh… it seems there are exceptions?
A transmigrator passed by who was completely different from the others: an Earthling—one wearing a tank top, big shorts, and flip-flops—an Earthling who was buying adult magazines from the Imperial Soldiers. Among all the transmigrators passing by like a revolving lantern, this was my first ti seeing soone so composed.
“Excuse , are you a transmigrator?”
Out of curiosity, I approached this unconventional transmigrator from behind and patted his shoulder to greet him, “I’m in charge here, everyone calls Chen Jun.”
“Ah, nice to et you,” the man in flip-flops grinned at , “Just crossed over the day before yesterday, people have nicknad Big Eyes…”
: “…”
“Ah Jun, what’s wrong?”
Returning to my seat, Qianqian imdiately leaned in with concern upon seeing my peculiar expression.
I shook my head, “It’s nothing, I might have just seen the boss… Qianqian, that part just now, can we cut it and not broadcast it?”
Then everyone at the table looked at as if I were an alien.
This was just a minor incident, and what followed was still the leisurely ti of cracking soybeans and watching the drama unfold.
However, it seed like even the heavens couldn’t stand everything progressing too smoothly, as the next morning, an urgent communication from the New Eden Federation made realize that while we were enjoying our soybeans, two good buddies were deeply mired in trouble.
In the distant depths of the starry sea, ah, there’s a beautiful place… forget it, this style isn’t for . To put it simply, in the remote Kepulu Star Zone, a human nad Jas Raynor and a Protos brute nad Zeratul were facing unprecedented pressure: this is what they conveyed to during our morning communication.
They made no subtle indication of a positive attitude that, as party mbers, they could overco all difficulties and that the current situation is good but they hoped for guidance from organizational comrades. Right off the bat, they presented their imnse difficulties in a very frank manner.
Social unrest.
This isn’t easy to understand, especially since even on Earth, which is relatively low in civilization level, the sudden appearance of transmigrators on the streets and them brawling with cosplayers didn’t cause any panic. Yet in the Kepulu Star Zone, Federation citizens, who were used to seeing bizarre aliens and walking battle robots, were becoming unstable.
The reasons are complicated. To put it briefly, the clouds that had been looming over the entire New Eden Federation since the great catastrophes had finally found their breaking point in the collective confusion and future worries of all races.
It was unclear who was the first to start the rumor, but it was indeed spreading among the common folk of the New Eden Federation that “invaders from other worlds had entered human society, and even the Xyrin Empire had dispatched commissioners to respond.” Already in the dire situation of a shattered nation and all humans crowded on refugee planets and colonization ships, the spread of such rumors caused absolutely disastrous social unrest.
Moreover, what was more fatal was that these rumors were easily validated, whether by the strangely dressed and “ntally disturbed” individuals that appeared out of nowhere, federal agents rushing in to arrest people, or the secret concentration camps that recently ca into the public eye—all compellingly confird everything. With living space at a premium due to disaster recovery, the New Eden Federation couldn’t even find a spare ecological planet to settle the billions of transmigrators (a number that would continue to steadily rise over the next few days due to the Federation’s vast territory), and having them crowded right under the public’s nose resulted in a new surge of apocalyptic theories in society.
The most urgent help Raynor requested from was that the Empire help establish an ecological planet for the transmigrators as soon as possible (creating an ecological planet within a few days is a technology that the New Eden Federation currently does not possess), at least so those ergency concentration camps wouldn’t further agitate the people.
Moreover, Raynor and Zeratul jointly expressed to that they really wanted to devour the person who first spread the rumors, dipped in chili sauce.
This is where the superiority of human society (specifically “Earth” here) cos into play. Subjected to the endless bombardnt of gossip, fringe news, and doomsday pronouncents, Earthlings’ spirits have developed a resilience that even the Protos find astonishing. If such whispers started circulating on Earth, I guarantee they wouldn’t get beyond the Third Ring Road before they were drowned in babble and fernted into entertainnt news—just like the 2012 stories.
“So now, it’s up to you to personally make a trip to the New Eden Federation.”
Before sending Lilina off on the Empire’s flagship to the Kepulu Star Zone, I said this to her.
“Why is it always who gets these errand tasks?” the Fake Lolita Priestess complained with a frown, having just returned from a long trip to Azeroth and still claiming to be tired.
“Think of it as a chance to spread the word,” I chuckled. Despite her reluctance, she accepted the task, didn’t she?
“Tsk, greedy boss… Well, I’m off then.” Leaving behind this remark, the Chief Priestess of the Life Goddess Church, the Chief Heresy Judge, the Great Pope, the Chief Ascetic, the Chief Maid, the Chief… big swindler, along with the Holy Temple Army she had assembled—a bunch of unemployed drifters, militarists, and religious fanatics—left the Solar System with grandeur, embarking on her epic journey—But that’s a story for another ti. (To be continued. For what happens next, please visit qidian. More chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)
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