Xyrin Empire-Chapter 667 Little Baobao’s Talent

You know, today, two generals from the Empire utterly failed at a sports event held with ordinary people.

All sorts of failure: tragic defeat, inexplicable defeat, Pandora and Visca were possessed by Cu Chulainn at that moment, and the luck value of the two little girls, after taking the absolute value, had already broken through the sky: three matches, total points zero.

Visca’s failure to reach the line and Pandora’s elimination from the event go without saying, but even after they fused together, they still failed, which is somewhat incomprehensible, isn’t it?

Actually, it’s not that complicated; Pandogosla was carrying me just as I charged onto the field, and their fusion time ran out...

Please don’t forget, although these two little ones miraculously mastered fusion skills thanks to their natural advantages, their huge differences in personality meant their fusion could only last for a few minutes...

Fortunately, when I felt those chaotic energy fluctuations coming from beside me, I immediately used the Void Domain to seal off the surrounding space, avoiding the two little ones’ embarrassing appearance on the field (although they might have prepared their own measures to prevent exposure should the fusion suddenly end). Unfortunately, it looks like I’ll have to spend the next two hours figuring out how to comfort this pair of sisters who had just experienced the biggest setback of their lives today.

After coming out of the sports field, Pandora kept walking beside me with a gloomy face, not saying a word, while Visca on the other side was almost turning into a big teary face: compared to her sister, our cat-eyed loli can be such a child in certain situations.

"Ah, actually, I think what’s important is participating, right?"

I must confess that I am not a person with great eloquence. Facing the sulking Pandora and the crying Visca, after struggling for a long time, I only managed to come up with such a meager response.

"Ah Jun, I think it’s better to be silent right now."

Sandora had a look on her face of someone desperately trying not to laugh, but her tone was quite serious, "The two little ones are definitely dying of embarrassment right now."

That means don’t bring up whatever shouldn’t be mentioned, right? But since you knew this, why did you have to say the second half so loudly? Look, Visca started crying again, have you seen it?

"Alright, sister, I’m out of ideas." After struggling in vain to help the two sisters recover from their 1.2-meter-deep hellish memories, I could only turn a pleading gaze towards Big Sister, hoping that the great sis’s skill of fooling little boys and shielding lolis hadn’t deteriorated.

"I can’t with you," Big Sister said with a gentle smile, a smile that also carried deep indulgence for her hands-off brother. Then, she bent down and gently embraced the two little sisters who were pouting, whispering something into each of their ears.

A miracle happened. Pandora and Visca were both stunned for a moment, and the next second, they just burst out laughing!

Bingdisi had an expression of someone enjoying the drama, but now she was left gaping in shock. The great Light Goddess opened her mouth, and after a long while, she drew a circle in front of her chest, "Dark Goddess above! Father God, you have a successor!"

Kenser quickly pulled out a small notebook, pretending to take notes while nodding, "Very good, very good—can you teach me that trick? It might come in handy."

I glanced at the cover of the notebook, and I immediately ORT: "Basic Tips for Coaxing the Team Captain to Eat Nicely."

...Odin, who’s practically a nanny in the team, is really being put through the wringer!

"Actually, it’s nothing," seeing everyone around looking curious, Big Sister also got somewhat embarrassed and tidied her hair a bit, then looked at me apologetically, "I just told them that Ah Jun is a Loli Fan..."

Everyone: "..."

I held back tears, "Big sister, don’t play dark tricks at such a critical moment! What happened to the healing Big Sister from just a second ago?"

Big Sister’s miraculous method of persuasion became the topic of conversation for the next half hour. Under the watchful gaze of a group of twisted folks, my several attempts to protest were quashed by Pandora and Visca’s dodging big eyes, and it was not until Bingdisi’s unscrupulous and sharp-tongued girls’ group signaled retreat with a gong that I felt utterly drained.

"And where should we go next?"

Even though we had already been walking around for the whole day, Lilina still seemed energetic. The fake lolita whipped out her treasure book and began searching for the next interesting place, but I cut her off with a karate chop, "Let’s take a break, the day is almost over, and even if you’re not tired, everyone else sure is."

Lilina clearly wanted more and instinctively tried to argue with me, but looking at the sky, especially the 5:09 next to the setting sun, she had no choice but to nod her head, accepting the fact that the first day of the carnival was nearing its end.

Since it had to coincide with the carnival, the Military Academy’s festival was probably going to be the longest school celebration in history. Today’s festival was coming to an end, and the Misakas were tidying up the various clubs’ exhibition spaces. Not a single club had completely cleared away their things, in fact, some proactive clubs had already started setting up new installations in preparation for tomorrow’s activities. Wandering in such a busy campus filled with joy, I felt a long-lost sense of calm and happiness slowly spreading in my heart.

After bidding farewell to Tohsaka and others who needed to return to their lodging for rest, we found some benches near the entertainment center inside the campus and lazily leaned back to enjoy the afterglow of the sunset.

"At this time, the celebrations elsewhere should almost be over, right?"

As the sky gradually dimmed, I mused softly.

Big Sister gently brushed her hair beside her ear, a serene smile on her face, "Yes, probably a break until around nine, then the evening activities. Everyone has worked hard all day, and I was initially worried that without a unified official schedule, just leaving it up to the people from each world to maintain order and organize the performances, there might be some disturbances. But now it seems that my worries were completely unnecessary."

Although she said that, Big Sister’s worries weren’t truly unnecessary. We had been concerned about this at the beginning, and had even prepared several contingency plans for certain scenarios, but as it turned out, the "chosen ones" from all the worlds had indeed lived up to their lucky status. Whether it was any zone, there had been no news of accidents, and while this was certainly due to the efforts of the Imperial Agents working behind the scenes, the visitors’ own adherence to rules was very important.

"Speaking of which, Gaia, this must be your first time seeing Shadow City. How does it feel?"

I turned my head slightly to look at the phantom girl "sitting" beside me. Even though I knew she wasn’t actually next to me and our communication could only be established through a series of illusions, I couldn’t help but treat her as a real presence beside me.

"I’ve seen Shadow City in images and information shared by Pandora, but this is my first time experiencing it so directly."

Gaia’s face was adorned with a gentle smile, just like when we first met, she spoke in a mild tone filled with a hint of joy.

"Do you have any thoughts?"

I suddenly wanted to know what such a city, nearly turned into a comprehensive entertainment city by our actions, looked like from the perspective of a dignified Xyrin Apostle with morals intact.

The others quickly focused their attention here, clearly, they were interested in the question too.

...Could it be that among a group of people with no morals, Gaia, a girl who always acted respectfully and appropriately, had become a rare resource?

Gaia cocked her head, an attribute usually reserved for a mature woman, yet suddenly she looked incredibly cute. She thought for a while, then just before a system-generated "Now Loading" appeared above her head, she spoke: "A city beyond imagination. There’s nothing like it among the Empire’s residential areas in my memory. Countless Alien people are gathered together without any prejudice, and everyone takes pride in living here. Beyond the basic Imperial Lawbook, there is no colonial rule enforced... It’s hard to judge in such a short amount of time whether this pattern is good or bad. However, here I’ve seen more smiles than I’ve ever seen in my memory - it’s a city where many people are happy - although from the eyes of a Xyrin Apostle, it is a bit peculiar."

This evaluation didn’t surprise me, but it was still better than expected. For Gaia, who was "personally" visiting Shadow City for the first time as a Xyrin Apostle, her assessment was quite fair. How should I put it? It wasn’t exactly praise, but at the very least, it was a positive review.

"Projection little girl, I very much agree with your opinion," our Lady Goddess, Bingdisi, lay across the bench without a care in the world, using the hapless Sandora’s leg as a pillow while she tugged on my clothes back and forth, "Chen is the most eccentric King of Mankind I’ve ever seen—powerful, authoritative, but a fool. And amazingly, it is said that from being an ordinary person without any power to now entering the palace of the King of Mankind, he has always retained this foolish nature. It’s simply inconceivable. It seems that nothing can affect his mentality, including any level of power or authority. I am filled with a research interest in this peculiarity of Chen. As for his way of governing his people... Ha, this completely ungoverned governing style, it’s a wonder he’s managed to get to where he is today. He has you loyal subordinates to thank for that. It’s true what they say—having godlike juniors, one needn’t fear having a pig-like boss... ahem, did I describe that wrong?"

I was already crying on the inside: Bingdisi, can you learn to keep your mouth in check just a little?

"Goo-gah!"

A milky voice suddenly interrupted my grievances against Bingdisi. I looked down to see Little Baobao, dressed in a snow-white princess dress, already standing beside the bench. She was now diligently grabbing the hem of my clothes and shaking it.

I habitually picked up the little angel and placed her on my lap, and it took me two seconds to realize a problem: "At this time... Shouldn’t Little Baobao be doing a data exchange with her mother at the Mother Nest?"

Today was the first day of the festival, and Little Baobao was supposed to come out and play with us. However, as a Mother Machine (larva) of the Xyrin Host, she could only regrettably stay in the Mother Nest today, exchanging some newly emerged information during the explosive growth of the festival period with her own mother. This has potentially significant benefits for Little Baobao’s future growth, so despite my regrets, I had to leave the little one in the Mother Nest. But...

"She slipped out again."

Big Sister and Sandora said in unison.

Indeed, less than a minute after Little Baobao burrowed into my embrace, a somewhat resentful call from a certain otaku host came into my mind: "Her dad! Little Baobao has disappeared again!"

"I know, the girl ran over here—has the data exchange been completed?"

While it was delightful that Little Baobao came over, I was still quite concerned about whether the kid had finished her tasks for the day. A truant child is a headache. Being a parent is tough—when I played truant back in the day, Big Sister was definitely concerned, and now karma has come full circle.

"The data exchange is done, but I was just about to teach her how to roll a Killing Intent Wave when the kid vanished!"

Her mother’s voice, filled with resentment, echoed in my mind, "Her dad, why aren’t you saying anything?"

If only Big Sister had been so enlightened back then, my childhood would have been so much more joyful—this thought, if spoken aloud, would undoubtedly lead to a swift hand-knife death by my older sister!

Despite the lack of decorum in her words, I could still make out some concern in Baobao’s tone. After all, as her most cherished "daughter," that otaku, although she looked like a little one, couldn’t fake the motherliness in her bones. Only after confirming that Little Baobao was safe and sound did Baobao disconnect: her work couldn’t stop during the festival.

"My daughter, you must have her data," I said with a smile to Gaia, lifting the endlessly squirming little angel in my arms. On the other side, Lilina, who often played with Little Baobao, pinched the little one’s nose, "Little Baobao, come on, call me great-aunt..."

Everyone: "..."

Lilina’s face was about to smoke: "... My life’s darkest history!"

This only proves that every moment your mind is full of such whimsical thoughts!

Ignoring the fake lolita who had a brain spasm at a critical moment, everyone started playing with the little girl. Since Sister Jier had activities during the festival—remember, the one that reassembled all the Heroic Spirits from the fifth Holy Grail War, for a five-dollar plastic cup, the sixth Holy Grail contest—she couldn’t be with the little one today. It was apparent that with her favorite nanny + toy not around, the little girl was feeling a bit nostalgic.

Bingdisi showed great interest upon learning that Little Baobao had easily slipped out of the heavily guarded Xyrin Nest, where even the air vents were secured with a dozen password locks. She could not comprehend how a little girl, supposedly under two and a half years old, managed to do such a thing. Thus, the great goddess issued a challenge to a two and a half-year-old little girl: "Chen! Let me keep an eye on this little girl! I will definitely break this little one’s power to appear and disappear at will!"

"Guah! Ummah!"

Little Baobao also squared off against Bingdisi with full vigor, wearing an expression that said, "Even though I didn’t understand what this white-haired big sister meant, it seems really interesting."

Even though I had no idea how things suddenly escalated to Bingdisi competing with Little Baobao, seeing how both of them were brimming with excitement, I suddenly felt like it seemed rather fun.

"Alright, keep a close eye."

I pushed Little Baobao to the center of everyone’s attention, gave Bingdisi a wink, and she immediately put on a very serious face, staring at the little girl without blinking, prompting a puzzled and cute "gu?" from Little Baobao.

"There you go, go over there and get Daddy a bottle of orange juice."

I patted Little Baobao’s head and pointed at the vending machine across the street.

"Ha, I am watching closely, this little girl couldn’t possibly fly away under my watch!"

Bingdisi kept her eyes on Little Baobao, confidently asserting herself.

Little Baobao then let out a "guah" and handed me the orange juice she just purchased, her face alight with the anticipation of praise.

Everyone: "..."

Bingdisi was dumbfounded for about half a minute before suddenly exclaiming, "Father God above! What the hell just happened?"

"Countless Imperial Researchers have tried to figure out what exactly took place in that span of time," I patted my little daughter’s head and shrugged helplessly at the devastated Bingdisi, "as a result, seven researchers couldn’t take the shock and have defected to the Void (Dingdang)."

"Wait... wait a minute!" Bingdisi still had a look of disbelief, remembering the actions of Little Baobao and especially recalling a certain moment—indeed, there was such an instant, but it was impossible to describe how long it lasted. Little Baobao had moved away right in front of her eyes, not vanished instantly—she had casually walked away from in front of her!

In front of everyone’s eyes, this spooky little one went for a stroll across the street, and until her return, not a single person noticed! What a bizarre ability!

"It’s very close to a high-level illusion technique. Your Ravens possess such a reality-distorting ability, but it’s more peculiar than that. If even I, a High Order Divine Race, can be deceived... could it be instant correction?"

With a serious expression on her face, Bingdisi went from treating it as a playful joke to now seeing it as something that deserved grave consideration, "Chen, your daughter definitely possesses an extraordinary talent. I once delved into the research data on the Xyrin Host out of interest. They are extremely good at modifying their own and surrounding information. With this ability, the Leader Level among them can even create a zone independent of any law within a small range. If I’m not mistaken, the talent that this little girl will excel in as she grows is correction—although, for now, she can only use it to skip classes."

Sandora looked thoughtful: "Is that so? Yes, that’s possible. Baobao herself is a Host with tremendous talent. Her synchronization process count is almost three times that of the average Host, and being her daughter, it is natural for her to have talent."

I was still somewhat confused. A moment ago, I had been following along with what seemed like a random competition between the two, and now we were delving into science—a shift that one simply couldn’t react to so quickly. But I never expected that Bingdisi, after merely moments of thought, would come up with a conjecture—albeit a very general one. The breadth of knowledge of High Order Divine Race... truly formidable.

"Well, I don’t want to think too much about it," I irresponsibly waved my hand and picked up my daughter, who was mumbling to herself, and held her in my arms, "She’s still far from grown up, these days, we need to reduce the burden on children!"

Bingdisi immediately wore a troubled expression: "How wonderful it would have been if you were my dad when I was forced to attend the Light Divine Academy..."

Everyone at the moment was shocked: "... Is that even possible?" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit qidian.com to vote for and recommend it. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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