Xyrin Empire-Chapter 676: Bringing Up the Past

When the lid was lifted, what appeared before everyone was a golden cake that had been gnawed to a pitiful state and a Little Douding who had eaten his belly round and was still trying to stuff more into his mouth.

"...Come on, spill the beans, what’s your relationship with Jerry? Where’s Tom?!"

Because the space around suddenly became bright, the Little Thing eating raised its head and looked around blankly, then suddenly saw all of us spectators. Just as I was about to say something, Dingdang took the initiative and speaking, holding up a small lump of cake, the Little One bounced up to me, "Ah Jun~~ want to eat? This is really yummy~~"

I patted the shoulder of the tearful Yelsen beside me, "Don’t be sad, this just proves that Dingdang is still very spirited today."

"The cake, it turned out like this."

It was only then that Silvia finally reacted, looking troubled at the plate with Dingdang and the cake that Little Douding had turned into honeycomb coal, "Can’t let everyone eat it now."

I grabbed Dingdang, who was bouncing around with a small piece of dessert, preparing to give her a lesson, and at the same time, shoved the cake plate towards Sandora, "It’s okay, we have someone here who’s not picky."

"Ah Jun, Ah Jun, don’t squeeze too hard!" A tiny voice rose from within my hands, "I’ve eaten too much! If you push too hard, it’s going to squeeze out!"

I took out a large cup from my Personal Space and threw Dingdang into it, "You clean off that cream on you first!"

"Father God above!" Yelsen looked at me with an adoring face, "Is this how you usually give the captain a bath?"

I nodded, "Sometimes I even add some detergent."

Anyway, the Divine Race has self-cleaning Ability—err, thinking about it, I guess there was no need to throw Dingdang in there, right?

Watching Little Douding blowing bubbles and gesticulating wildly at me from the cup, I suddenly felt—sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Fina, who had joined us for the first time, maintained her perpetually unchanged expressionless face throughout. Under such an immoral environment, her ability to remain unfazed is commendable. Even Gaia beside us had been Loading several times.

"Speaking of which, Gaia, how is the reconstruction of the Kepulu Star Zone going?"

I suddenly remembered the reconstruction of the Kepulu Star Zone that Gaia had been personally supervising. The space there had undergone a Hot Restart by the Arbitration Institution, completely erasing all matter, Energy, and even space and history. Gaia had to rely on previously recorded "world snapshot restore points" to restore those star systems. This project was massive, and despite the fact that the three Arbitration Institutions had kicked off the world’s self-repair mechanism, it continued to this day, unfinished.

"The Celestial System within the Star Zone has been rebuilt," Gaia, realizing that someone was finally discussing serious matters, nearly showed a touch of emotion, "Using the last full information snapshot before the Hot Restart and the repair commands left by the Arbitration Institution, the original celestial bodies of the Kepulu Star Zone have reappeared. However, the reconstruction of civilization traces attached to those bodies will likely take much longer, due to the fragility and precision of life. Any deviation in the restoration process could render them unusable."

I get that, a few kilometers of Antarctic ice melt doesn’t seem like anyone’s concern, but try it if someone’s new home toilet is missing two square meters? They’d dare to take it up with the city construction bureau... I haven’t gone off-topic, have I?

"Due to the complexity of the latter stages of the project, the government of the New Eden Federation has contacted me and expressed their new demands," added Gaia, "They hope that we only restore the traces of civilization on major planets with historical and cultural value like Tan Sangni, El, Char, etc. For the other planets, just restoring the basic ecological environment is sufficient, and they can go back and rebuild their homes. Although it will take longer, it would free up substantial production capacity for the Empire, and James Raynor, the Human Leader, believes that the Kepulu Nation, which has lost their homes more than once, should calmly accept the fact that their homes need to be rebuilt. If everything waits for the Empire to provide a nursery, it will gradually erode the enterprising spirit of the valiant Kepulu people."

"If I’m not mistaken, this speech by Raynor was probably told to you in the last couple of days, right?"

Sandora asked with a knowing look.

Surprised on her face, Gaia still nodded in confirmation.

"It’s because of the recent exchanges," said Sandora with a smile, turning her gaze toward Fina, "who says you have nothing besides weapons and equipment?"

At Sandora’s reminder, I immediately understood.

It was the emergence of the Pan-Galactic Civilization Community that gave the New Eden Federation a sense of urgency.

A mixed civilization that has survived for countless years under high pressure and panic reveals a resilience and bravery that civilizations grown in greenhouses can’t compare with. Although the two major races of the New Eden Federation had similarly experienced the flames of war and the rebuilding of their homes, when compared to the Pan-Galactic Civilization Community’s history of thousands of years overshadowed by death, with races being exterminated at any moment, it was still insignificant. The former saw in the latter a fighting spirit and hardship they couldn’t match—a warning:

Don’t indulge in the dangerous idea that "anyway, the Empire will protect us, and if our homes are destroyed, the Empire will eventually come to help us rebuild." The multi-universe is fraught with crises, and any civilization will inevitably encounter endless challenges in its progress. This is the spiritual guidance that the Pan-Galactic Civilization Community brings to other brother worlds after becoming the most ferocious Servant Army of the Empire.

"Ding Ling Ling~~"

The crisp and pleasant sound of wind chimes interrupted our conversation. Following that, the voice of Miss Prophet, who we hadn’t seen in two days, came from the doorway: "Ah, you’re all here?"

"Do you need to speak in such a surprised tone?"

I gave Lin Xue a sidelong glance, then turned my face and signaled to Sandora with my eyes: Eat quickly, this person definitely came to mooch food!

Sandora, oh Sandora, who else could she be, protecting food as if her life depended on it—not just saying it for fun. My glance had barely passed when the gluttonous girl had already begun licking her plate clean.

I shrugged apologetically at Lin Xue, who looked conflicted: "You’re a step too late, we’ve finished eating."

"Hey! Do I look like I came just to mooch a meal?!" The Miss put her hands on her hips with an air of swallowing mountains and rivers, "Besides, Miss here has been on a diet recently, and as for desserts... I don’t feel the slightest regret!"

Could you be any more tsundere?

"Did your brother go back?"

I looked behind Lin Xue, not seeing Lin Feng following, and asked out of curiosity.

With two "family members" in tow, Lin Xue hadn’t been running around chaotically with me as usual for the past two days. Instead, she played the role of a tour guide, seriously leading Lin Feng and Ding Ling all over Shadow City, wandering around—well, it was really just a variety of showing off. Like dragging her childhood friend, whom she played with and fought with since they were little, and pointing proudly at the patrolling shadows in the sky: "See that five-hundred-meter cruiser? Mine! The kilometer-long battlecruiser? Mine! The ten-kilometer-long battleship? Mine! The several tens of kilometers-long space mother ship? Mine! The several hundred thousand kilometers-long planet battleship? Oh, you can’t see that one..."

And so on.

"I came to tell you about this."

Lin Xue plopped down beside me, after shoving Little Baobao, who was licking cream off her hands, aside and giving her a good couple of strokes. This caused the little girl to giggle nonstop.

"Come in, they don’t bite!"

I turned my head questioningly toward the door, where a tall, beautiful girl with brown curly hair entered. Accompanying her were none other than Lin Feng and Ding Ling.

Hmm, maybe it’s because of those two...

Lin Feng was dressed in shining silver light cavalry armor, with a handmade longbow traded from who knows where slung on his back, a Soul Cutting Blade on his left hip, and a Gauss Pistol hanging on his right waist. Energy bands and a big iron chain were crossed over his chest, and atop his head was a knight helmet, the origin of which was anyone’s guess. He also wore a pair of wilderness boots, standing there like an English longbowman who had signed a contract with Rukia Kuchiki to become a Death God, then traveled through time to Galaxy 2513 and spent half a year wandering around.

Ding Ling was wearing a gorgeous yet seductive Mage Robe with an obvious Blood Elf style, carrying on her back a harp that she definitely wouldn’t be able to play, crowned with a Triple Crown, wearing Rocket Boots, her neck draped with at least twenty pounds of multicolored gemstones, Heart of the Sunrise in her left hand, and clutching a Jedi Lightsaber in her right, playing around with the switch as if it were a flashlight.

When these two first walked in, I didn’t look at their faces and actually thought two demons had entered.

At first sight of the brown-haired girl, I felt a bit of unfamiliarity, but as soon as Lin Feng followed her in, it all came back to me: wasn’t this Lin Feng’s little girlfriend?

"Big Sister," Lin Feng was the first to see Qianqian sitting on the outside and immediately bowed politely in greeting, his Iron Leaves jingling away, before he noticed there was a whole bunch of people in the room. He was momentarily stunned, and after a long thought, this guy who grew up with Lin Xue reacted just as wildly as his sister did, bowing in a circle along the door’s axis to everyone in the room: "Second Sister, Third Sister, Fourth Sister..."

"Bang!"

A loud crash, and Lin Xue ended her brother’s silly behavior with a punch to his helmet. Big Sister’s forehead was throbbing with veins, and it took Lin Feng a moment to regain his composure from that unprecedented blow, then he looked at me and added, "Ah, and Brother-in-law..."

I was instantly dizzy: if you really can’t get your thoughts straight, why not go home and puzzle it out with a formula?

"Bang!"

Lin Xue delivered another big thump, even more ferocious than the one before, to the point where I could hear the helmet echo.

Glancing at Sandora and Qianqian beside me, the former was crunching on a plate while the latter was crunching on my arm. Well, alright, at least I should be thankful that they were just a little jealous and not actually engaging in a real Mortal Kombat...

"Was your brother stimulated today?" I awkwardly pulled Qianqian off my arm and gave Lin Xue a meaningful look: something’s off with this kid; we need to find a chance to toss him out later.

"This dumb little brother, and this dumb girl companion, they wandered around like country bumpkins for two days!" Lin Xue didn’t hold back in her criticism of her brother and best friend. Her comments were unnecessary; just looking at the stuff those two were wearing was enough for me to imagine the kind of Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden capers they must have committed in Shadow City in the past couple of days, contributing at least one percent to the city’s GDP this year.

"Who wouldn’t take advantage of such a great deal~~" Ding Ling was pressing on that Lightsaber, her face flushed with excitement, "Gemstones! Huge diamonds that are half a pound each! They’re sold by weight! And this! A genuine Lightsaber, only 998, really just 998! And look at this outfit, a genuine women’s Mage Robe bought from the Blood Elves, on sale for an off-season clearance! You couldn’t buy these things outside even if you were filthy rich! I also ran into two guys selling Jade..."

"Don’t be fooled, everyone selling Jade in Shadow City is from the Imperial Army," I hurriedly warned her, "they’re all goods from the Plastic Factory No.3!"

"...then take a look at these gemstones..."

"Glass Factory No.5."

"This Lightsaber..."

"Yue Ming Small Appliances."

"This Magic Wand..."

"Bubbles’s cosplay club. Plus, let me add, at least half of Lin Feng’s flashy gear over there is made by the aluminum product company..."

Ding Ling was close to tears: "What about this Mage Robe?"

"The Mage Robe is genuine," I said evasively, waiting until Ding Ling was about to breathe a sigh of relief before hitting with a counter punch, "but didn’t you notice the neckline is coming undone?"

"..." Ding Ling wore a look of impending tears, "You’re tricking me, aren’t you? You must be tricking me, right? These things are clearly real..."

"The Imperial People’s counterfeiting techniques have a long history; even the recommendation letter Pandora used for school, that girl printed it herself. Anything they bring in from the outside, they just process it a little, and you won’t be able to tell it apart. Would you believe it if I told you they could take a cucumber and fabricate a ’Heart of the Ocean’ out of it?"

Ding Ling and Lin Feng were both deeply moved.

I said earnestly, "Also, when you were buying these things, did you happen to meet a strange uncle in a black suit selling CDs?"

"Uh, there was such a weird uncle, but as soon as he appeared, a girl dressed as a witch chased him away with some people," Ding Ling nodded, puzzled.

"Ling Meng is quite enthusiastic about her job—let me give you a heads-up, that guy’s name is Sicaro, and where he shows up, there’s absolutely nothing genuine within a two-hundred-meter radius. The multi-universe’s number one counterfeiting leader and pirate trader is no joke; even the God of City Management has clashed with him countless times and still hasn’t determined the winner."

Both Ding Ling and Lin Feng were so shocked that they were figuratively brought to their knees.

"Alright, let these unfortunate kids learn a lesson. It’s good for them to know how deep the waters of Shadow City are," Lin Xue watched the drama unfold with a face devoid of any good conscience and showed no sympathy for the major blow her best friend and brother had suffered, "Now let’s talk business. Sally, come over here, it’s all right." ƒгeewebnovёl_com

Lin Feng’s girlfriend, Sally, a gentle and average-looking girl of mixed Chinese and Western descent, has been in a state of trepidation ever since she entered the room, as if a fragile lamb had been sent into a den of wolves. It was only now, with Lin Xue’s reminder, that our attention shifted to her.

"Who scared her this time?"

Sandora frowned as she looked at the ordinary girl who remained silent and bowed her head. Her behavior reminded us of their awkward first meeting: the first time we met Sally, she was so frightened by Pandora that she nearly fainted. And although in the few encounters since then, she had managed to control her fear, she was still extremely wary of Pandora—a problem that had always been very embarrassing for Lin Feng, and as such, he rarely brought his girlfriend before us.

Of course, even with such a reason, we didn’t dislike Sally. Although we couldn’t say we were very familiar with her, through Lin Xue and Lin Feng’s descriptions, we could at least be sure she was a decent girl—it was just... something was off.

"My younger brother brought her here this morning. Everything was normal at first, and besides being a bit confused, Sally seemed happy, until she saw this."

As Lin Xue spoke, she drew a square in the air, and Shadow City’s ubiquitous public information system immediately displayed a series of images in response to her mental command.

Warships covered the sky, iron floods of ground forces, beams crossing through the air, and the Imperial Army emblem projected against the backdrop of the sky, accompanied by spirited enlistment speeches—I recognized at a glance that this was the damn enlistment advertisement overseen by Pandora. That thing my two beloved little sisters insisted on playing several times in public places, no matter the circumstances. It had taken a heap of lollipops to persuade Pandora to agree to play it only once in the morning and once in the evening.

The moment these images began to play, Sally’s face turned deathly pale, but perhaps because she had already been buffered once before, she didn’t scream; instead, she quickly closed her eyes and rushed into Lin Feng’s arms.

"What is certain is that she has a phobia of certain things about the Xyrin Empire," Lin Xue turned off the projection, "The objects of her fear are the Imperial warships, the ground army formations, the Imperial Army emblem, and of course, Pandora, and perhaps Visca as well. It’s worth noting that when these things appear in a civilian context, like the Imperial Soldiers who go around streets selling souvenirs, they don’t frighten Sally. But as you’ve seen, when they show their combat state, she’s terrified."

I didn’t know whether I should comment sarcastically: couldn’t Pandora and Visca be seen without their warlike stances?

"What did you see?"

I looked at Lin Xue curiously; I knew her personality well. When she showed this sly, mischievous smile, it definitely meant that she had discovered something big.

"Just a little," Lin Xue poked Little Baobao, who was wriggling in her arms, and continued, "Since Sally herself couldn’t figure out what she was afraid of, I used my own ability to find the source of her fear. It wasn’t easy, very different from regular predictions, but I saw something... Her fear does not belong to her, it’s another memory that is much older, dating back... probably at least hundreds of thousands of years. It’s not easy to explain, but you get the idea."

"Memories from hundreds of thousands of years ago?" Big Sister and I echoed simultaneously, looking at each other in bafflement.

"The era when the Atlantis civilization was destroyed." (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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