Chapter 731: 731
At first, I thought I’d head straight to et the Father God once I arrived at the Divine Realm, and I even got myself ntally prepared for it—that is to say, I wasn’t prepared at all. Turns out I’d have to stay at Bingdisi’s place for a day or two first. The official explanation from Bingdisi was that the Father God was incredibly busy managing endless affairs and needed to schedule etings with precision, stating that even if we arrived early, he simply wouldn’t have the ti to show up. I understood this, after all, he is the supre leader of the entire Endless Void, not soone who’s available whenever you wish.
Honestly, even without her explanation, it wouldn’t have mattered much: we had already gotten a sense of the Divine Race’s character, a group of beings who are unconventional and dislike unnecessary formalities. Even the most serious among them—like those in the group described by Bingdisi, referred to as the Old Man Alliance—those council mbers responsible for judgnts and sentencing, don’t care about diplomatic etiquette or everyday rules because they find them “irrelevant to good and evil.” Knowing their habits, Sandora and I had no objections to what appeared to be the Divine Race’s nonchalant arrangents, because, frankly speaking, after Bingdisi had visited Shadow City as a Divine envoy, we didn’t offer much hospitality either—Monina had spent nearly a month as a kitchen maid in our house, Lin took care of all the heavy lifting at ho, Yelsen was busy patrolling the city and cracking down on pirate legions daily, Kenser helped look after the kids while also taking care of Dingdang, and Bingdisi was Sandora’s playmate. The only ti we let those from the Nine Heavens Gods breathe so outside air was a trip to the counterfeit heaven that is Erli Bridge…
Thinking about it, I suddenly felt that the Tiaozi Five, who ca as envoys from the Divine Race, were more like they ca to do odd jobs, and it’s kind of impressive how they don’t seem to care about anything.
Bingdisi’s house was beyond my wildest imagination, its luxury and grandeur reaching an outrageous level. I could’ve never imagined that this Female hooligan grew up in such a majestic and solemn palace—look at Dingdang in comparison, her residence is much simpler. Our Little Goddess has never been fussy about her temple; a pocket big enough is all she needs to feel comfortable, and, of course, a lampshade works too…
As for Bingdisi’s parents, I actually now find them to be admirable, truly elegant and noble superiors—please forget Uncle Kuwayin’s earth-shattering entrance and Aunt Aisali’s (Big Sister?) kick that I never witnessed but surely was graceful; that was all due to a disappointing daughter who provoked those reactions. After getting to know them, I realized the two elders before were compleyely the epito of manners, deanor, and elegance. Uncle Kuwayin, who had the aura of old nobility, was chatty, warm, and kindly, learned and humorously clever, Aunt Aisali, as elegant as a princess, was not much of a talker, but was a very gentle and kind woman… Goddess, and showed imnse enthusiasm for our visit. When our large, rowdy group was invited into the grand living room to rest a bit, the two heads of the household went to great lengths to show their generosity and warmth as hosts. Their gracious manner made it almost hard to believe that Bingdisi the oddity was actually birthed by them.
“To be honest, what happened to you in your childhood? With parents as good as yours, how did you end up a hooligan?” Taking advantage of the mont Uncle Kuwayin turned his head to talk with his wife, I finally couldn’t suppress my inner turmoil and whispered to Bingdisi.
This question was quite sharp, and anyone else asked outright would definitely turn hostile, but Bingdisi’s sense of sha was peculiar; we always had frank discussions about such topics. So, the Female hooligan responded openly, “I think it has to do with the education I received as a child.”
“So, your elders’ iron-fisted education eventually led you, Miss, to beco overwheld and psychologically twisted into a vandal?” I was full of question marks.
“No, it’s mostly due to those hundreds of years spent at school: surrounded by two hundred professors all teaching you things that you would never be able to learn in your lifeti, what would you do?”
I was at a loss for words.
“And don’t be fooled by the way my parents act in front of others, you will soon find out how slippery they are—don’t forget that door, and their image usually doesn’t last fifteen minutes.”
Critiquing your elders like this in front of them, is that really okay?
The first eting with Bingdisi’s family wasn’t as tense and stressful as we anticipated; the Divine Race really was a Race easy to get close to. Little Baobao had been running around the hall since a while ago, not at all self-conscious about not running wild in soone else’s ho. The Divine Power emanating from Lilina caught the attention of Bingdisi’s parents, and after introductions, they were astonished to learn that this little girl had beco a direct spokesperson for a Goddess and held the esteed positions of the founder of an interworld religion and current Female Pope. However, their interest in Lilina waned after Dingdang popped out to greet her superiors, recognizing the trend that every Life Goddess’s spokesperson has a miraculous resemblance in their inexplicable selection process. Sandora and Bingdisi’s parents had t a few tis before, and this was a reunion after countless millennia, so they spoke a bit more. Sandora ntioned the events that befell the Empire, and the disaster that struck a great civilization, and Bingdisi’s family expressed their deep sighs. Uncle Kuwayin particularly struck a chord with ,
“Ah, Aisali, isn’t it sothing how in just the blink of an eye, the Mortal World undergoes so many changes?”
That remark made completely give up on ever understanding the Divine Race’s concept of ti: I had been clinging to that little bit of hope up until then.
In contrast to our family’s relaxation (or should I say carefree attitude?), Monina and the other three were now showing a bit of restraint, even Uncle Kenser seed a bit unnatural, but that couldn’t be helped. After all, they belonged to the Divine Race, and even if the gods usually aren’t sticklers for formalities, they still had so sense of hierarchy: Bingdisi’s parents were high-level governnt officials in the Divine Realm, so for a small civil servant like Monina and a Little Sentry like Lin, munching at the Central South Sea was certainly nerve-wracking, especially for Lin, who was so timid and shy that she was practically curling into a ball on the chair. Now, the only one in their group not nervous was Dingdang: let’s not forget the epic history of growth of this little creature, who had dared to burn off the hair of Father God in her early years!
“Ah, look at , so caught up in talking that I almost forgot the main event,” Uncle Kuwayin suddenly slapped his forehead as if he had rembered sothing, “It’s ti to eat now, after all—Sandora’s eyes have already turned green.”
I wordlessly glanced at Sandora, who bared her teeth at , “It was the sa when I ca to Bingdisi’s house before, no rules or anything.”
The grand banquet was quickly prepared. The work efficiency of the Divine Servants in the palace was truly high. Bingdisi’s parents were clearly well-versed in the customs of various worlds and had even done so research on our world, because, to my surprise, I found traces of braised pork and lion’s head atballs among the dishes…
No sooner had the al started than Sandora entered a mode of gluttony, devouring food with the speed of a whirlwind oblivious to others, using elegant gestures but displaying a frightening eating pace. Two Divine Servants were well-prepared for this, having carved out a green corridor specifically to transport food to Sandora from the back hall to the front hall. The two ran just fast enough to keep up with her eating speed: from this, Anwina in the Mortal World, you win. It also shows that Sandora made a significant impression on this place last ti. Even before the hosts had ordered it, the Divine Servants knew they were dealing with a guest for whom eating was a critical matter.
The short-haired woman previously referred to by the single na ‘Mo’ was the housekeeper of Bingdisi’s, which of course is the colloquial term. Officially and according to her duties, she was a Secondary God in this temple. Although she was still a Divine Servant, she was close to acquiring her own Divine Position. Throughout the al, she stood rigidly behind her master, like a dashing female housekeeper. My casual question about her identity led Bingdisi to explain the aning of “Divine Servant” to us.
Divine Servants, as the na implies, are servants who serve the gods. Their origins co in two types: one is an advanced mortal, that is, a faithful believer of a True God during their life, whose faith reaches a certain level, who has made great contributions to the will of God, and who has a soul filled with many virtues. They can voluntarily be baptized after death to advance to Divine Servant status and continue to serve their beloved God in the Divine Realm. For a devout believer, this is a supre blessed matter since in the Divine Realm, aside from handling so affairs for their own Main God, Divine Servants are on equal footing with ordinary mbers of the Divine Race. In other words, it is an opportunity for mortals to transform into gods. However, the requirents are so high that the number of mortals who receive this honor is limited. The second type of Divine Servant is already a mber of the Divine Race, just one who has yet to obtain a Divine Position, an “Apprentice” of the Divine Race. In the Divine Realm, except for a very few special creatures like Dingdang who are born with a Divine Position, most mbers of the Divine Race start without one. They begin as apprentices, slowly learning how to manage their Authority. There are two parts to their learning: the theoretical part, which is classroom teaching, and the practical part, which is serving as apprentice workers to gods with Divine Positions or as interns in certain enterprises and institutions, accumulating experience, waiting for the transition to full status—of course, there are also problem children who for various reasons can’t transition even after millions of years, and our Mo here is one of them.
Yes, I know Mo looks like a dashing female housekeeper and acts in a way that seems far more mature than Dingdang, who ca into life able to skillfully wield Authority but is an unreliable character, she more resembles a qualified full-ti worker. But two classes are stymying her transition: theory and practice…
This is soone even more of an examination numbskull than Dingdang, earnest in character but a complete disaster in grades. According to Bingdisi, if she still can’t successfully transition within a million years, Father God will have no choice but to create a special “God of Housekeepers” position just for her.
It seed that Bingdisi’s family didn’t have any rules about maintaining silence at the dinner table. Uncle Kuwayin kept asking Sandora and about recent events in the Mortal World during the al, particularly the state of the Empire. Aisali, on the other hand, was silent, except for occasionally hurling her knife, striking Bingdisi in the forehead across the crazily behaved dinner table, a scene of a normally rowdy Female hooligan being punished made quietly take out my cara.
“Idiot, I want that one!”
The little doll on my shoulder suddenly kicked her tiny feet, pointing at a dish in the distance made of Heaven knows what but with a nice appearance, and clamored for it. It seed that after arriving in this unfamiliar place, the doll girl had beco a bit restrained, sitting on my shoulder from the start, holding tightly onto my head without loosening her grip even when eating, as if this gave her a sense of security. Such behavior naturally caused a fair amount of hassle; for example, every ti I took a bite, I had to rember to lift my chopsticks and deliver an equal portion to rcury Lamp, otherwise the doll not getting her share would start biting my head.
“Your daughter is very cute,” Aunt Aisali suddenly said with a smile, looking at rcury Lamp from across the table.
“Who is this idiot’s daughter?”
Although it was a commonly acknowledged fact, rcury Lamp couldn’t help but instinctively shout out loud and flail her arms when soone called her out so directly, “I’m only sticking around this idiot because I have no choice, this hopeless Loli Fan!!”
I picked up my chopsticks and tapped the little one’s head. When I drew my hand back, I was left holding half a stick: such a quick biting speed!
“I’m quite confident in my own eyes,” Aisali said with a wink, “It reminds of when my daughter was little. You can’t fool anyone with those looks and little gestures of yours. You’re just like Bingdisi when she used to indulge us with her coyness.”
rcury Lamp was stunned for a mont, then started trying to pull my head away, a typical doll-like thod of easing her embarrassnt, while Bingdisi, on the other hand, slamd her head on the table: “I’m too ashad to show my face!”
“Hmph, idiot, I’ll get it myself if I have to!”
Seeing everyone’s gaze turning towards her, rcury Lamp suddenly shouted out loud and suddenly spread her black wings, flying across the dining table. As a result, Uncle Kuwayin’s gaze was instantly captivated by the wings of the little doll.
rcury Lamp’s wings were small when not expanded, sticking to her back like cute decorations on a piece of clothing, only resembling an angel’s wings when spread out. No one had noticed them before, but now, they had caught the serious attention of Bingdisi’s dad.
The old man was very serious: “Bingdisi, is this your child? Why didn’t you tell us about sothing so important earlier? When did you two…”
rcury Lamp, in mid-flight, plopped right into a salad plate, and I slid under the table. The post-dinner entertainnt that followed was truly spectacular: Bingdisi and her mom chasing her dad all over the house.
Everyone could finally confirm that Bingdisi hadn’t been lying before: the images of both parents truly did not last long.
Sandora and Bingdisi, a pair of good friends, went to their room to discuss so secretive matters, while Qianqian and Lin Xue led a group of little ones, under Mo’s direction, to start exploring the majestic and enormous palace. According to Bingdisi, even the bell towers at the four corners of the temple were enough to make places like Karazhan die of sha. The mysteries contained within could turn even divh’s hair white overnight. Big Sister was pulled away by Aunt Aisali to discuss experiences in taking care of troubled children; the latter had a pair of eyes that could see through everything. She had quickly noticed Big Sister’s parental status in our circle, as well as her authority among the kids—although that authority was always sothing Big Sister found embarrassing.
anwhile, I was busy in a small room next to the foyer, helping rcury Lamp clean up the salad sauce on her face and clothes. The little doll kept twisting and turning while I wiped her face, which made the task extra challenging.
“Forget it, this outfit should be washed.” While I was struggling to clean the little girl’s clothes, I finally decided to simply pull out a small black dress from my Personal Space. For various reasons, I always had dozens of spare sets of necessities for every child at ho, which naturally included specially tailored clothes for the 92.3cm Little Princess.
“Okay, help put it on!” rcury Lamp unceremoniously held up the dress in front of her and ordered.
The little girl was becoming less guarded by the day. Before, even a touch from could lead to a half-day brawl, but now she even needed my help getting dressed and combing her hair, all the while stubbornly denying the reality of being adopted. Is tsundere really the way to go?
I carefully slid the dress, which resembled a doll’s toy outfit, onto the doll-like girl, and noticed she wore a silly smile on her face. Unable to resist my curiosity, I asked, “What’s up?”
“Nothing, idiot!”
Was she rembering the difficulty of dressing herself the first ti, reliving those feelings now with a blissful smile?
From the first ti she struggled to stand up in a dusty room, fighting to dress herself, to now quietly nestled in her “father’s” arms, becoming the pampered Little Princess, she must have finally been able to laugh happily.
“Alright, let’s see my treasure—so beautiful.”
I lifted rcury Lamp high in the air, satisfied with the outco of dressing her. Not to brag, but since caring for rcury Lamp, I’ve beco even more proficient at dressing dolls than Little Baobao.
“Hey! Don’t say sothing so disgusting!” The little doll kicked and struggled in mid-air, but her small arms and legs couldn’t reach the enemy before her, and finally, she had to quietly settle down, “Hey, idiot, you’ll never abandon , right?”
“Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden?”
rcury Lamp’s leapfrog thinking left puzzled.
“Just answer , why so many questions?”
“That’s why you’re an idiot, asking sothing like this,” I chuckled as I placed the little one on my shoulder, “Stay by my side for a lifeti, Little One.”
“Why? We clearly have no relation…”
“Aunt Aisali just said it, didn’t she,” I tapped the forehead of the suddenly sentintal little doll, “I’m your dad!”
The anticipated forehead tap attack did not co. Instead, rcury Lamp just humd softly and hugged my head… and fell asleep?
I checked the ti: one-thirty. Indeed, it was nap ti for the kids. Big Sister, you’re formidable for training even a doll to such a fierce biological clock!(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welco to qidian to vote for recomndation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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