Chapter 641: Chapter 641: So… they turned out to be sowhat useful after all
As it turned out, no matter what the reason was, leaving anything in Dingdang’s hands was a huge mistake.
This miraculous Little Goddess, who not only continuously failed in Creation Science, but had never once passed a composition class…
“The team leader’s divine power isn’t bad, but she’s a complete ss when it cos to anything that requires using her brain, including graduation exams and report writing,” Monina said helplessly, sighing as she watched Dingdang planting flowers and grass on Yelsen, “So we’ve always had to ghostwrite her reports. The higher-ups at the Pantheon really had a tough ti this round; previously, the teachers at the Divine Academy didn’t dare to mark the team leader’s howork.”
So, Lord Father God, you threw Dingdang into this world basically using it as a daycare to babysit your child for you, right?
“Alright, alright, whatever the case, you’ve co, and with a High Order God no less,” I scratched my head, not really knowing how to comnt on these even more unreliable subordinates summoned by the unreliable Dingdang, “We did encounter so issues, which we’ll talk about later—hmm, what’s wrong?”
I suddenly felt an inexplicable gaze beside , and turning my head in response, I caught sight of a little girl in a blue dress hurriedly bowing her head: it was the Dragon God Girl, who had taken on a human form. Yeah, her na was Lin, I believe. Anyway, a girl very hard to associate with her actual status.
You tell , how does a majestic Golden Giant Dragon with two heads transform into such a timid little thing once it lands?
“Ah yes!” Caught under my gaze, Lin imdiately beca flustered and bowed, “I apologize, King of Mankind, I… I’ve damaged your territory, and I’ll definitely take responsibility for the repairs! So, so…”
“Uh, no problem, no problem,” I quickly waved my hand, what a good girl, so conscientious among a bunch of godly deceivers—rare to see, “I’m just curious about sothing, are you used to combining two heads into one… erm…”
Big Sister abruptly clamped her hand over my mouth: “Ah Jun, what are you blabbering about!”
anwhile, the Dragon God Girl tilted her head: “I don’t know. The Dragon God Institute has been researching this topic for over twenty million years and still hasn’t found out why we don’t get dizzy.”
Everyone: “…”
All in all, after such a god-awful introduction, we finally managed to smoothly welco the envoys from the Divine Realm. Although they were here completely because of a god-awful reason, it didn’t prevent us from treating Dingdang’s soy sauce minions and a certain Rogue Goddess who ca over purely “for fun” as temporary laborers.
Originally, I planned to let these Heavenly Gods temporarily settle in Dingdang’s World Tree Temple, which, according to Lilina, would be more in line with etiquette according to the Holy Scripture. But when Bingdisi announced with bluster that the sacred texts were all bullshit, that also ca to nothing. In the end, the guests from the Divine Realm ca to the Chen’s Mansion, brimming with curiosity about the Outer World.
After letting Pandora and Visca envelop the entire mansion within a full-spectrum Defensive Force Field, and having Sivis bring the ergency Anti-Phasing system online to ensure the house could enter another space-ti at any mont, did I dare to let this bunch co over through the Teleportation Gate. Although I felt that Dingdang’s soy sauce minions probably wouldn’t create trouble, I really couldn’t feel at ease with Bingdisi, who dared to lead a bunch of immortals to collect protection money on mortal soil.
“Wow, not bad,” Bingdisi was the first to exclaim as she erged from the temporary teleportation gate set up in the living room, looking around, “When I first saw those grand buildings, I thought you were also into that kind of flashy but substanceless stuff. Didn’t expect your tastes to be similar to mine; the house might not be big and it’s rather simple, but you can feel the warm energy all around, embodying many satisfying spiritual symbols.”
I was sowhat puzzled; what Bingdisi ntioned must have definitely been sothing from the perspective of the gods. Fortunately, Monina provided a tily explanation, “It’s the difference between a house and a ho. This place exists as a ‘ho,’ so we of the Divine Race can feel a gentle atmosphere created by a certain spiritual devotion. But if it were a place like a palace, sotis you might not get this feeling because that’s just a big house, after all.”
Bingdisi, who had overheard our conversation, ca over in high spirits and patted on the shoulder, “Ha, this is a unique spiritual sensation of our Divine Race. Our senses differ from mortals; you’ve got to understand—I’ve always thought you were the kind of guy who could be a friend. Now it seems I was right. The King of Mankind title isn’t important to , but it’s rare to et one who’s to my taste. To be honest, in this regard, Sandora doesn’t compare to you; she’s a bit too imperious, but that’s also one of her charming points.”
“Got it,” I said with a smile. “Then, welco to my ho as a guest, and let’s drop the King of Mankind title; I’m really not used to such formalities.”
When I first heard that envoys from the Divine Race were coming, I indeed prepared myself for days of tedious official talks. However, since it’s Bingdisi and a few of Dingdang’s subordinates, there’s no need for that. With this bunch, you don’t have to stand on ceremony at all. Bingdisi still owes Sandora a huge debt…
Of course, the commotion in the living room attracted the attention of those at ho. At this mont, Anwina suddenly phased through the wall beside the living room, “Master, you’re bac—uh!”
Little Ghost had only spoken halfway when she suddenly shuddered and fell from the wall as if she had been attacked. Then, I saw a streak of gold flash by my side, and Yelsen’s scream followed.
Monina expressionlessly withdrew her leg that she had kicked out, and behind her, the timid Dragon God Girl Lin voiced her opinion, “Actually… there are other ways to extinguish Yelsen’s Holy Light.”
“This is the fastest,” Monina said, glancing at the brother she had just kicked away. “Flashing all that gold and trying to look cool, I told him long ago it isn’t a good habit.”
After the Holy Light on Yelsen was temporarily extinguished by his own sister’s flying kick, Anwina stood up as if nothing had happened. Apparently, she had been briefly overwheld by the divine Holy Light, and although the Little Ghost had now beco a strange creature that was half Holy Light, half Dead Souls, the Holy Light, supported by Divine Technique, still made her feel extrely uncomfortable. But now, it seed there was no need to worry.
“Dead Souls?” Bingdisi, with a look of interest, sized up the timid little maid who was watching us with skittish eyes, ready to flee at any mont, “And she’s endowed with Holy Light? Even after being directly exposed to Yelsen’s Divine Technique, she only felt dizzy for a mont? Chen, you’ve really collected quite a few interesting creatures here. This little girl, did she choose the wrong major? Or was she born in the wrong species?”
Do you think the whole world is filled with oddities like you?! And besides, it’s completely impossible to be reincarnated as a ghost, get a hold of so common sense, kuso!
“Ah, Master…eh?”
Imdiately after, another girl’s voice echoed from the top of the stairs: it was housemaid number two from our ho, Du Dao Kazuko, who was deeply indulged in a happy maid role-play ga, dashing down from upstairs. Unlike Anwina, she couldn’t just pass through walls at will and take the shortest route, so she arrived a step late. When she saw the living room filled with strangers, Kazuko was also taken aback.
Maybe Lin was the most ordinary among them; even though her true form was the awe-inspiringly present Golden Dragon God with two heads, her human form didn’t look much different from an ordinary high school girl. But the rest, like Bingdisi with her silver hair reaching her ankles and blood-red pupils, Monina with the sa silver hair and blood pupils, her body surrounded by black shadows, Yelsen exuding a faint golden glow and clad in heavy armor like a flashy hero straight out of an RPG, and then there was the silent gentleman, Kenser, with a golden headband, Odin’s facial features, Odin’s hairstyle, Odin’s deanor, and even his wide cloak seed very much Odin—the whole man looked like he had walked right out of Norse mythology!
They’re obviously not from Earth!
“Gods,” I said, pointing at a few mbers of the Divine Race finding their seats for Kazuko’s introduction, and then I turned around, “This is my sis…”
“I hadn’t finished speaking when Sayaka imdiately bowed politely, ‘Nice to et you, I am a maid-in-training here, currently striving to beco a qualified maid under the guidance of the Maid Chief. Please forgive any lack of manners and teach well.'”
What an incredibly fierce ability to adapt! These weren’t like the mass-produced gods that could be found hiding around every corner in Japan—these were the Star Domain Gods who created and destroyed life as easily as child’s play. Sayaka, you’re accepting this way too quickly, aren’t you?
Just like that, the gods from the Divine Realm beca guests in our ho, without any of the elaborate formalities I had anticipated. The whole process was as casual as Lin Xue coming over to freeload als every day. By the ti I ca to my senses, the Divine Race group and the Emperor’s family were already seated in the dining room.
“Monina is going to compete in cooking with Anwina, we’re in for a treat this ti,” Sandora smacked her lips as she heard the clinking noises coming from the kitchen, “I heard from Dingdang that Monina’s cooking is famously good in the Divine Realm?”
Monina from the Dingdang Team was a superstar chef, and Anwina was the top maid, Your Highness. These two were basically rivals in their field. When I accidentally pointed out that the whole family hadn’t had breakfast yet, the pair’s rivalry flared up in the kitchen.
“Monina will definitely win,” Yelsen confidently lifted her chin, extrely proud of her sister, “She’s been the reigning champion of the Huiye Divine Court cooking contest for tens of thousands of years… Red King! It’s your turn, Lilina.”
I can’t even imagine what crazy state the Divine Realm is usually in.
anwhile, Lilina, that little girl, is actually playing a card ga called ‘Fight the Landlord’ with the gods!
While the irresponsible ones were playing cards on the side, I naturally had to do the serious work. While waiting for the al, Sandora had already briefed Bingdisi about our encounter with the Imperial Rebel Army and discovering the Empire’s secret slumber. Now, the latter was pondering.
“Causing the destruction of the entire clan by recklessly researching the Void’s nature, which led to the creation of an ultra-high intensity Abyss that erupted from your Spiritual Network,” Bingdisi, a Rogue Goddess, showed a very rare serious expression, quieting down with a frown and crossed arms, “I didn’t expect the situation to be so serious…”
“The Void can produce the Abyss, do you know about this process?” I was sowhat concerned about this issue. The origin of the Abyss had always intrigued . Although I knew the Void was the bedrock of everything, it was fascinating that it could spawn an Abyss while creating an orderly world.
“There must be relevant information in the Divine Realm,” Bingdisi nodded her head, “We have complete mastery over the Void, and many gods specialize in the study of the Void’s creation. But I’m not one of those nerds. I’m only good at fighting—hang on, I’ll ask for you. So friends in the Divine Realm should be able to find information on how the Void generates the Abyss. But don’t get your hopes up too high. Even though both involve laws, Xyrin Technology and Divine Race power are vastly different. Even if it’s the sa issue, due to differences in perspectives, our answers can be completely different from yours. So even if we find this information, it probably won’t be able to explain why you created the Abyss. It can only serve as a reference.”
“I understand that, but it’s still better than doing nothing,” Sandora said, “There’s also another thing. The Divine Realm should have already started investigating the remnants of the Empire; have any findings co to light? Our intelligence network has collapsed, and Ah Jun’s Macro World has just begun operating. We can’t find any information on the Old Empire.”
“True, I heard about this when I went back. So action-oriented gods have organized and begun searching for the remnants of the Empire’s power. But you know our… certain flaws: organized but undisciplined, and lacking a sense of ti. Those guys probably haven’t even rembered to contact you yet. And this world is managed by a Life Goddess; they’re all completely unreliable little ones… cough cough, in any case, there is so progress, but since the Abyss will destroy everything associated with it when it erupts, what they’ve found are indirect clues. Don’t be disappointed.”
Although we expected such an outco, Sandora and I still felt quite discouraged. But then we perked up to listen to the intelligence that Bingdisi had to offer next.
“According to what I know, the data collected by those activists indicates that the Xyrin Empire and the worlds related to it have completely disappeared in the Void, including your forr clans which are probably dood as well. Based on ti comparisons, a large number of worlds underwent conceptual shifts during the Old Empire’s collapse. They were likely influenced by the informational shockwave produced by the destruction of the worlds you ruled. The investigating Divine Race compared these worlds again and roughly mapped out the territory of the Xyrin Empire at the mont the Abyss erupted. It turns out that this map differs from the one you have left in the Divine Realm. The discrepancy is…”
“That map of the Divine Realm was already outdated by tens of thousands of years at that ti,” Sandora said helplessly, covering her forehead. “Our conquests moved swiftly, and your concept of ti was entirely nonexistent, so let’s not even talk about the issues with the map.”
“Uh, okay,” Bingdisi scratched her hair. “We really aren’t too clear about the specific extent of your territories. That’s not important. Anyway, after comparing those worlds, the Divine Race discovered so voids.”
“Voids?” Sandora and I exclaid in unison.
“That’s right, voids. Due to the complete destruction of the Old Empire, the worlds impacted by it spread out in clusters. However, so worlds that conceptually should have been within the impact zone remained intact. After connecting these worlds, those annoying research fanatics discovered several gaps, which ans…”
Sandora imdiately caught on, “Does that an the Old Empire hasn’t been completely wiped out? Are there still colonies surviving?”
“Survival is impossible, considering the perability of the Abyss combined with your Spiritual Network, you know what the outco would be. But there’s at least one point of hope: remnants of a few Old Empire colonies might still exist, even though their civilizations have vanished, these worlds miraculously didn’t self-destruct. When I left the Divine Realm, the Divine Race responsible for reconnaissance had already set off in an attempt to find those colonial remnants. Before coming to you, I also asked them to notify imdiately if they find any information. Just wait patiently, there’s still ti. Also, I’ll report the new findings about the Fallen Apostle intelligence that you’ve acquired…”
“We will handle it ourselves,” Sandora imdiately interrupted, “They are our forr kin and now our enemies, so…”
Sandora didn’t finish her sentence, but Bingdisi already knew her thoughts. Lady Goddess folded her arms, smiling cheekily as she looked at the Queen, and after a long while she lowered her head and muttered, “Sa bad temper as always.”
The most valuable intelligence Bingdisi brought was that there might still be remaining worlds of the Old Empire that had not self-destructed but had entered so sort of closed mode, similar to the Literature Hall world. We are still uncertain about the detailed course and scope of danger of the ancient calamity, but just from Bingdisi’s few words, the near-complete evaporation of the entire Empire’s map and the mass disturbances in the surrounding worlds suggest the scale of that disaster. And amidst this impact, a few colonies had not been destroyed; there definitely must be a reason for it. But as Bingdisi said, those colony worlds might still exist. As for the life inside them… it’s better not to have any expectations.
Bellavilla’s words before she dissipated turned out to be true. The Empire, during its period of resurgence, was too weak to clear up the truth of those ancient events on its own. The assistance from the Divine Race was the strongest force we could rely on; we must not underestimate this extraordinary network of powers.
“Alright, the intelligence I brought is just this much,” Bingdisi clapped her hands, waking Sandora and from our thoughts, then casually put her hand on my shoulder, “I’d like to hear about your affairs now. In that what… Literature Hall world, Chen recruited a bunch of followers, right? And you had a fight with so traitors? I’m most interested in that sort of thing! Why didn’t you call when it happened? Breaking into enemy territory and chopping down those traitorous bastards is one of my greatest hobbies in life!!”
It was hard to believe the Lady Goddess, who had been serious for all of ten minutes, was back to her true colors in a blink of an eye.
Bingdisi’s unreserved and touchy nature made it sowhat uncomfortable, especially in the presence of Sandora and Qianqian. I quickly slapped her hand away, scratching my head as I said, “The fighting? I’ll just show you the recorded footage from that ti later. As for the followers… don’t try to equate everything with your own experiences, okay?”
Bingdisi chuckled, not taking it seriously at all. This rogue had already taken recruiting followers and smashing up places as her life’s work.
“So, about those traitorous bastards,” the “Light” Goddess played with a strand of her hair that reached her ankles, allowing Dingdang to crawl up and down it, while asking, “You didn’t kill them all, did you?”
Speaking of this gave a bit of a headache, “Almost all were killed. During the final battle, the Rebel Army almost entirely deployed, and the battle style of the Death Star Fleet has always been to leave no stone unturned. However, a small portion of the Rebel Army ships still exist. So of them had been captured by us prior to the battle for research, and the others were the ships that the Resistance Army delayed, failing to engage in combat in ti. After the Literature Hall was closed, these ships ca to a complete halt, as if they had lost their souls, becoming scrap tal. Even though the technicians confird after dismantling them that their structures were still intact, no one could control or start them. They really were like soulless husks. Right now, these ships are still docked in the Shadow Space. Taville initially tried to separate out their Mutant Control Systems and replace them with normal ones, but it seems very troubleso, almost as much work as tearing them apart to rebuild. It might even take as long as building a brand-new ship, so they’re just left there…”
Yes, just left there. In a few more months, if there’s no way found to reuse them, I’m planning to lt them all down into steel plates to sell. What could be more troubling than picking up twenty million dollars one day only to hear the Arican governnt collapsed the next? (
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