Dimensional Hotel-Chapter 258: New Clothes

As soon as Yu Sheng’s expression shifted, Irene swiftly leaned over, eyes darting toward the screen. The little doll quickly grasped the situation and tilted her head, a mischievous grin forming as she teased, “Oh-ho—didn’t I say it already? You wouldn’t go visit your Internet Friend, so now your Internet Friend is coming to visit you…”

Yu Sheng had no time to deal with her playful sarcasm. He stared at the message on his phone, gnawing at his lip anxiously. “I have a feeling of impending doom, and it’s a really strong one…”

“Is your Spiritual Intuition going off again?”

“No, it’s not that—but maybe it’s beyond the usual scope,” Yu Sheng said seriously, eyebrows knitted in worry. “Or perhaps I’m just thinking too much. The universe isn’t necessarily that full of absurd coincidences, right?”

“I’ll have to agree, since you look like you’re about to implode from anxiety,” Irene said, sitting cross-legged atop the table, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. “So what now? Planning to find some excuse and dodge him? It’s not like you two are that close anyway. Or how about you open a random Door to some barren planet, pretend you’re out doing fieldwork, and hide out for a few days? It would spare you the awkwardness if things really are that coincidental.”

“You say that so casually, but hiding out on some barren planet is probably worse than facing this sword-wielding Internet Friend directly,” Yu Sheng glared at Irene briefly, before finally sighing and making up his mind. “Ah, forget it! Let him come, it can’t be that bad. If it’s really that big a coincidence, then maybe it’s fate—and at least it’ll be over and done with.”

He quickly tapped out a message in the Frontier chat:

“Sure, it’s good to have someone knowledgeable to chat with. Where should we meet, though? Need an address? My place is pretty out of the way; regular people can’t really find it…”

Moments later, Four Thousand Wicked Disciples replied:

“No worries. I have some connections at the Special Affairs Bureau. When my disciple arrives, I’ll have them handle the arrangements. Just wait for further details.”

After exchanging a few more messages, Yu Sheng put down his phone, letting out a long, relieved sigh.

He suddenly felt as if a long-held burden had been lifted.

The little doll hopped closer, stretching her hands up to grasp Yu Sheng’s face, examining him carefully from every angle. After a long pause, she concluded solemnly, “I foresee Bloody Calamity in your future!”

“I’ve been bleeding left and right lately, it hardly counts as a calamity anymore,” Yu Sheng said, brushing Irene’s tiny hands away. He picked up a small dress from the table and handed it to her. “Here, try this on. I loosened the back a bit and replaced the glue with proper stitching. It should feel much more comfortable now.”

“Oh, nice!” Irene instantly brightened up, hugging the dress as she leaped from the table. “I’ll go change—wait, there’s nowhere private to change up here; I’d have to go downstairs.”

“Don’t bother,” Yu Sheng casually pulled over an old cardboard box that had previously stored random junk. Setting it upright on the floor, he pointed inside. “Just change in here—I’ll leave a gap on the side. No light gets through, it’s fine.”

“Alright, but no peeking!”

Yu Sheng waved her off helplessly.

The doll scrambled into the box. After some rustling and fumbling, Irene stepped out proudly in her newly adjusted purple dress, spinning gracefully before Yu Sheng. “Does it look good?”

“It does, it does—I saw it last time already, it fits nicely,” Yu Sheng answered casually, smiling faintly. “Does it still itch?”

“Nope, not itchy at all!” Irene beamed happily, climbing back up Yu Sheng’s leg to the table. “You know, your skills are pretty decent. Maybe someday you could even be a professional Doll master?”

“You sure love fantasizing. I know my limits,” Yu Sheng replied with a chuckle. “Being able to fix you up now and then or put together a passable body for you is already plenty impressive. I’d starve to death as a real Doll master.”

Irene pondered this briefly, then quickly switched topics: “Oh yeah, that Wicked Disciple fellow—did he say when exactly his disciple was arriving?”

“He mentioned five or six days, minimum. Apparently, it’s not just distance but also paperwork and permissions that need sorting out,” Yu Sheng explained, waving his hand dismissively. “I’ve never traveled far Doors or lived outside the Borderland, so I don’t really get their procedure. But from the sound of it, it’s pretty complicated for outsiders to visit Boundary City.”

“Well, that’s Borderland for you,” Irene nodded wisely. “Probably the most secure spot in the entire universe.”

In the two days that followed, Yu Sheng finally got some peaceful downtime—or at least, days free of sudden crises.

The “Internet Friend” across the galaxy was still sorting through paperwork. Special Affairs Bureau had nothing new to report, the room at the end of the second-floor corridor had been quiet lately, and there were no random Doors popping up in the streets or bizarre Entities crashing into the kitchen at Wutong Road No. 66.

Foxy lived her days blissfully, eating until full, then happily awaiting the next meal, occasionally pestering Yu Sheng to comb her fluffy tails. Meanwhile, Irene stayed busy in her spirited routine of “arguing with Internet idiots—getting banned—unbanned—and arguing again.” In between, she got deeply immersed in ridiculous online dramas and low-budget reality shows, making her own little life surprisingly fulfilling.

Yu Sheng finally, slowly, finished writing a manuscript he’d owed for far too long. This time, the hero in his story no longer rode a motorcycle. Yes, motorcycles were cool, but he’d reluctantly replaced the hero’s mount with a llama.

His editor was clearly shaken by this, yet even more shocking was that this absurdity actually got approved. For a moment, Yu Sheng genuinely wondered if there was truth in the saying, “The longer you procrastinate, the more likely your story is to pass review.” He even decided that next time, he’d give his protagonist a tricycle and see what happened…

Meanwhile, in that hidden Valley, life was progressing smoothly for the Cursed Children of “Fairy Tale.” Everything was gradually falling into place.

The engineering team providing aid had already left. Little Red Riding Hood took charge, leading a group of super-powered middle-schoolers to continue rebuilding their home.

Sun Gong was quite reluctant to leave on the day of departure. As an adult, he felt it was his responsibility to see things through to the end. Entrusting the task of rebuilding an entire community to a group of teenagers felt wrong somehow. But this earnest thought vanished halfway when he first saw the “Royal Stonemasons’ Association” summoned by King. And after witnessing seven Thunder Titans effortlessly construct buildings as if stacking toy blocks, he swallowed the other half of his objections too. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

With everything in the Valley settled, Yu Sheng decided it was time to carry out another plan he’d had for a while:

Opening a stable Teleportation Door in the center of “Town,” connecting directly to the outside world.

After all, Little Red Riding Hood and the others couldn’t remain trapped in the Valley forever. People would need to go in and out regularly. The Council employees led by Teacher Su also needed proper commuting options. Right now, everyone either had to wait for Yu Sheng to open doors or use the fixed route from the Portal Platform, emerging inconveniently from the basement at Wutong Road No. 66—neither option could last.

Early in the morning, Yu Sheng arrived in the Valley, accompanied by Irene and Foxy.

Near the simple houses of “Town,” they found themselves amid a lively construction site.

A vast expanse of freshly formed foundations sprawled before them. Workers resembling puppets straight from a storybook—rigid and mechanical in speech and movement, yet exceptionally skilled—were measuring the ground and marking out plans. Snow White stood nearby with several Guardians, discussing future building layouts. Meanwhile, several Thunder Titans summoned earlier effortlessly stacked enormous construction materials. Huge logs from the Black Forest, massive stones from a distant Castle, and piles of steel and concrete previously delivered by the Special Affairs Bureau all moved easily beneath their colossal hands.

Yu Sheng even spotted an armored giant sitting casually near the site. Holding a massive tree trunk in one hand and a “dagger” in the other, the giant carved at the wood casually, as if sharpening a pencil. After staring for a moment, Yu Sheng realized with astonishment that what the giant was leisurely carving was actually a house beam.

Beside the giant, several similar beams lay already shaped.

A voice spoke up next to Yu Sheng: “I heard from King that you can’t just use freshly cut wood. It needs drying and dehydration first, then surface carbonization or something. Normally, that takes forever, so they’re building a drying room first. One of Snow White’s Titans can manipulate fire, speeding up the process—but they need super precise control. Just hearing about it makes my head spin… but the Titan insists it’s a fulfilling task.”

Yu Sheng turned to see Long Haired Girl Princess standing next to him, gazing at the construction area as well.

She turned, flashing a bright grin: “Brother, looking for Little Red?”

Yu Sheng blinked. “How’d you guess?”

“You’ve got that serious ‘here on important business’ aura around you…”

Yu Sheng: “?”

Long Haired Girl Princess laughed, then shouted towards the Town: “Little Red—Big Sis Red Hood—”

Immediately, a figure dashed out of the town, surrounded by flickering shadows of wolves. In a heartbeat, Little Red Riding Hood was right there: “What are you yelling like a banshee for! Can’t you just message me!”

Long Haired Girl pointed: “Your big brother wants you.”

Yu Sheng greeted Little Red Riding Hood with a smile, but then paused, stunned.

The girl before him had changed clothes.

Gone was her iconic red cloak, replaced by a thick, oversized jacket in plain blue and white. A line of text embroidered across her chest read: “XX High School…”

Yu Sheng: “…”

Little Red Riding Hood noticed his stare, glanced down at herself, then lifted her head again with a radiant smile: “How is it? It’s my school uniform~~~”

Yu Sheng thought for a moment but stayed silent.

Irene spoke up bluntly: “Gotta be honest—pretty ugly.”

“Right? It is pretty ugly, hahaha,” Little Red Riding Hood laughed happily. “But I wanted to wear something different occasionally. I used to have to wear that red cloak every single day. Whenever I tried changing outfits even just for a day, by the next morning my nails would start turning sharp again… But that’s not a worry anymore.”

She twirled around joyfully.

“Yeah, definitely ugly,” she said cheerfully.

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