Chapter 62: Chapter 62 Many Important Figures
Although Dingdang’s sudden attack caused no small amount of trouble, thanks to her, I found a way out of a situation I didn’t know how to resolve.
I carefully tapped on Dingdang’s tiny head with my other hand and said, “Dingdang, can you let go first? If you’re really hungry, I can give you another lollipop, okay?”
Finally, Dingdang let go of her grip. She tried to fly back into the air, but because her wings had been wrinkled by , she swayed violently in mid-air for a mont, looking like she was about to crash to the ground. I quickly reached out and steadied the little one.
Sitting demurely in the palm of my hand, Dingdang said apologetically, “Sorry, you pinched so hard just now that I bit you without thinking… you’re not angry, are you?”
Look, look! Such a kind soul, I’m now completely convinced that she is a goddess. Even though she is the one who suffered, she’s apologizing to . I feel the little guy is now radiating divine radiance, and my guilt is skyrocketing.
“Ah Jun, what is this thing?” Qianqian’s curious voice ca from beside . I looked up and imdiately got a fright: Qianqian looked as if she was an old smoker who hadn’t touched a cigarette for forty-eight hours and had suddenly seen an unopened pack of soft China, her eyes shining like the entire galaxy. She was staring intently at Dingdang, who was sitting in my palm, looking wronged and carefully trying to straighten her wings. Next to her, my sister wore an expression indistinguishable from Qianqian’s.
I almost forgot that no normal woman can resist the lure of cute things. This was apparent when Pandora ca to my house and my status instantly plumted.
Dingdang, unmistakably, was very cute, so cute that she could be kept as a pet——of course, that’s assuming if Dingdang resisted, you had the ability to withstand an attack of goddess-level.
“Her na is Dingdang,” I said, as I helped the little one to smooth out her wings, “She is a goddess.”
Although Dingdang seed quite good-natured, I definitely had to inform Qianqian and my sister of her divine status in advance. Won can be incredibly fierce in certain situations, and if they weren’t warned, Dingdang might suffer later on.
Qianqian and my sister were clearly startled by my words, let out an exaggerated gasp, and imdiately their hands, which had been ready to grab Dingdang, retracted as if shocked, pointing at the little one, they said, “A goddess? Such a tiny thing?”
By that ti, Dingdang had finally pressed her wings flat. She straightened her skirt and then stood up, introducing herself in a delicate voice, “Hello! My na is Dingdang. I’m a low-level apostle of the Star Domain Divine Race, a Junior Goddess, and serving the great Life Goddess. Nice to et you!”
Asidora had just let down his guard, and seeing the little one in my hand, he greeted in a matter-of-fact way, “Oh, a mber of the Divine Race? Nice to et you. Has the Divine Race started another expedition recently?”
The little one imdiately scratched her head bashfully and replied, “Um, I ran into a bit of trouble and can’t return ho, so I’m temporarily staying with your leader… But speaking of which, there hasn’t been any news about you guys recently, right? Have you encountered any trouble?”
“Who knows?” Asidora shrugged. “The Empire suddenly fell into slumber, and we have lost a considerable length of mory. The few mbers of the Empire we’ve found who weren’t sleeping are also clueless about what happened. In short, our current situation isn’t too great.”
“Oh, I see, no wonder communication with the Divine Race has been completely interrupted…”
Qianqian, my sister, and I stood in stunned silence.
Qianqian and my sister were frozen because they had encountered a being of the Divine Race, sothing of legend, and moreover, they were such a tiny one, trendously shaking their common sense—although from the start of their journey through ti, their common sense had been repeatedly shaken.
The reason I was stunned was that I hadn’t expected Asidora and Dingdang could greet each other so familiarly. Though I had heard from Pandora about the close relationship between the Xyrin Empire and the Divine Race, this level of intimacy was quite inconceivable. I felt as though I was seeing a country bumpkin and a president run into each other, and then they imdiately went into a tavern arm in arm for a chat and a laugh.
Moreover, apart from that, I finally got to see how bizarre the sense of ti is for those who live eternally, mbers of the Divine Race. The Xyrin Empire had been slumbering for at least tens of thousands of years, but to Dingdang, the absence of news was just a recent little thing. God knows how long “recent” could stretch for a mber of the Divine Race!
My sister looked at with a strange gaze until I started getting goosebumps all over. She then said, “Ah Jun, it looks like you really need to give us a good explanation. The things that happened today were a bit too dramatic.”
So, for the next several minutes, it was confession ti for . But when I say confession, the things I could confess were rather limited because I myself didn’t understand how I had been identified as the Imperial Emperor. In the end, I could only explain this way: “Due to so unknown reason, my spiritual wave wholly matched that of so Xyrin Emperor who kicked the bucket who knows when, and as a result, the Xyrin authority determination institution took for that emperor…”
Even though my explanation was almost as good as no explanation, my sister and Qianqian seed to understand. However, Qianqian raised a new doubt: “The way you put it, isn’t the Xyrin Empire’s thod for determining the highest authority a bit too flippant? Just matching spiritual waves is enough to beco the Xyrin Emperor, this thod is too unreliable.”
“No, on the contrary,” Asida, far more mature and steady than Asidora, offered an opinion, “This thod is actually the most reliable way to judge, because the spiritual waves we refer to are not the brain waves or anything like that, which you might imagine. Although it includes human brain waves, the spiritual waves we detect encompass much more: brain waves, ways of thinking, spiritual imprints, subconscious marks, thought pulse frequency, and soul composition. These uniquely characteristic things are extrely difficult to fake, and when you mix them all together as a basis for judgnt, the possibility of them being forged is practically zero, especially the soul composition. Even high-order mbers of the Divine Race may not be able to perfectly forge a soul identical to the original, and those top-tier mbers of the Divine Race who have the power to create souls freely—they would never bother doing such a tedious thing.
Therefore, although we don’t know why our authority recognition reached such a conclusion, since the system tells us Chen Jun is our emperor, we will act according to this information.”
“Even my soul is the sa as that of your forr emperor? Geez, don’t tell I’ve beco possessed by sothing?”
I exclaid in shock.
Qianqian bowed her head, seemingly deep in thought. She had successfully accepted my identity and temporarily suspended her misunderstanding of , but hearing so many shocking pieces of news, I was genuinely worried this girl might start having wild thoughts.
Sure enough, the usually clever Qianqian imdiately rembered a few important things that I had always managed to fudge through. She looked up, stared into my eyes, and asked, “Ah Jun, answer honestly, what is Lili’s identity?”
After Qianqian brought this up, my sister imdiately thought of the sa question. Pan Lili’s appearance had been too sudden, with no background history; everything about her ca from my side of the story. Now that my secret had been uncovered, they would be too abnormal if they didn’t suspect the suddenly erged Pan Lili.
“She’s my General,” I honestly replied.
“Ha?” Surprised, Qianqian and my sister said at the sa ti.
Channeling the spirit of a dead pig not fearing boiling water, I continued to spill the beans: “Also, my new horoom teacher, Pan Lingling, is Pandora’s Deputy Officer, real na Sivis, a combat command-type Xyrin General. The new electricians at school are actually the commanders of Pandora’s Sixth and Seventh Heavy Infantry Corps… The uncle selling kebabs at the alley entrance, whose at always burns yet he can’t sell, is the commander of Pandora’s Fourth Land-based Armored Corps. That guy in sunglasses who always sells fake jade plastic on the back street behind school is the commander of Pandora’s Third Electronic Assault Corps… The black-clothed peddler active on South Mansion Street who is despised by countless city enforcent officers, is the overall commander of Pandora’s Heavy Defense Force. Then there are these two sisters, who opened a little flower shop behind our street—thank God, they at least knew to get a business license first.”
“That was forged with Sicaro’s help,” the more honest Asida confessed.
…
“So, how do you feel now?”
After glancing at each other, Qianqian and my sister said with odd expressions on their faces, “Suddenly, these people don’t seem so scary anymore…”
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