Xyrin Empire-Chapter 692 Ancient People

The task I brought basically saved Lilina’s life, giving her a chance to temporarily escape her almost hellish job.

Although the girl usually seemed clueless, there was one thing that was always satisfying about her, her unique sense of responsibility, she did what she said. Tasks given to her were surely to be completed with all her might, and she never shirked any promised workload. Recently, she announced she wanted to make the name of the Goddess resonate throughout the entire Single Molecule-III Mineral Star. Now, that place really got installed with over 97 million loudspeakers... I digress.

Anyway, since she actively said today she’d help her goddess handle the backlog of official duties, she would definitely live up to her words. If I hadn’t come to her rescue, the stubborn Lilina might have faced a tribulation failure in the temple. I brought a special task which indeed saved her: The girl was just worrying about finding a proper reason to end this impossible job.

However, with Lilina freed, our Lady Goddess was about to face the worst day.

Little Douding, after I tossed her into the mountainous pile of documents, was still drowsy, crawling over the scrolls with her eyes closed like she wasn’t waking up anytime soon. Only after she couldn’t find the thumb she was holding onto did she groggily open her eyes. Even after seeing her surroundings clearly, she was still curiously hopping around asking me and Lilina what this place was: As an often negligent God, this little one had basically forgotten what her own temple looked like!

As a result, once Lilina explained the situation, Dingdang immediately let out a "wow" sound and got swept away.

No need to explain, considering this little thing’s personality of always buying loads of useless junk from the Divine Realm and getting her bonus fined every now and then due to various work blunders, she surely couldn’t afford to change to a genuine operating system.

In the end, I had no choice but to call on the Divine Clan members from the Azeroth Gathering Place, who were enjoying themselves by bullying men and dominating women, to help a certain foolish God deal with her own mess of a pile, sort of reviving the little one. But when Yelsen and his group saw the world management terminal almost paralyzed by their own captain, even Uncle Kenser couldn’t utter the words "Excellent."

"To be honest, I think this universe might have developed more normally if it didn’t have this management system."

This was muttered by Yelsen with cold sweat streaming down his forehead in the Throne of Kings at the temple, after a self-check of the World Tree, looking at the error reports and system vulnerabilities that almost filled the wall. As a result, the unfortunate kid was immediately bound and hung by the furious Dingdang.

Uncle Kenser silently pulled out a golden cylinder, installing it on the pedestal in the center of the room: "Let’s install a virtual system, at least apply the New Year’s patch against the black screen."

Oh, oh, oh, so Uncle Kenser, you also use a USB to install systems?

"To be honest, Bingdisi, did you really develop this system?"

Ignoring the gimmicky Dingdang Five-color Team, I stealthily moved back a step and whispered to Bingdisi.

"That’s for real!" Our gloriously honorable Light Goddess immediately puffed up her chest, which could make Jier Jiamishi commit suicide several times over, and with a swing, she punched my head hard, "Back in the day, I was a fierce warrior echoing through the MOD community. The numerous simplified versions of the world operating systems I wrote remained unsurpassed for hundreds of thousands of years. This system was written during my internship, oh what a breathtaking and nostalgic era it was. A few of us ambitious tech-savvy folks formed our own studio, combating daily against the joint encirclement of the official Pantheon protection group and various world management terminal manufacturers, providing a pile of excellent cracked operating systems to many destitute world managing gods like that stupid Life Goddess..."

By then, I finally understood: "So all this time your group was actually a gang that cracked and pirated systems?"

A group of divine Tomato Gardens! I’m wondering if you also had a customer named Sicaro back then?

"Tsk tsk tsk! Why say it in such ugly terms!" Bingdisi immediately got upset and hugged me even tighter, "We were also technically skilled workers in our MOD Study Association! If it weren’t for those guys in my group who one by one defected to those heretical practices of virtual machines, perhaps I could have been a scientist by now. Alas, a hero doesn’t boast his past glories. Later, I still found that finding people to fight with and banding together was much more interesting than coding!"

Okay, okay, may you, our glorious and honorable Light Goddess, please tell the vast audience how you made the earth-shaking transformation from a tech nerd to a rogue gang leader? Wait, according to that customer notice earlier, maybe this wasn’t a transformation but rather Bingdisi finally finding her true life’s calling amidst a boring tech nerd career?

"That’s what you get when experts mess up and get desperate..."

The Rogue Goddess said, "But don’t think I’ve been out of touch for many years. A quick fix on the system is still manageable. Back in the day, I was known as the God of OS who could manage the world without any operating system—you guys come over and give me a hand!"

Me: "..."

Even with my own group of subordinates helping, and with Bingdisi, the designer of the operating system, personally taking charge, the amount of work Dingdang faced today was still mountainous. Since taking office two or three years ago, she had never properly handled official duties and persistently used a pirated system with more bugs than patches to manage the world. The troubles on Dingdang’s hands had reached a level that even Bingdisi found astonishing. Little Thing was probably going to have to work late into the night today.

However, let’s look on the bright side. Although Little Thing is going to be extremely busy today, at least our world is temporarily safe. We won’t face horrific disasters such as deleting a few races due to insufficient memory or sudden system errors in the sky saying ’0X? The referenced memory at 0x00000000 cannot be "read" or "written"’ followed by the entire universe’s background radiation turning blue...

Lilina’s decision to help resurrect the Mysterious Warrior was the right one. As expected, Taville planned to dissect that unlucky, giant warrior from top to bottom before resurrecting him. The research fanaticism of a certain glasses-wearing lady is terrifying. Under the push of "Knowledge is power," this scientist could trample on all humanitarianism. Fortunately, with Lilina joining in, Taville’s calculations fell through and they didn’t even have to wait twenty-four hours. The next day, early in the morning, Sandora and I received a report that the Otherworldly Warrior had been successfully resurrected.

I didn’t bring many people this time, just led the ever-sticky Pandora Sisters and Sandora to the research center: After the Giant Warrior’s resurrection, he was immediately transferred from the Medical Center to this place. Taville still hadn’t given up on the last bit of trampling on humanitarianism.

"He’s still very weak, but basically, he has gained consciousness. The physical quality of this Otherworldly Person is simply unbelievable; all his cells have mutated, not only giving him extraordinary explosive power but also strong recovery power," a Imperial Technician responsible for his care briefed us briefly in front of the hospital room. "We’ve done a genetic comparison. This giant’s genetic structure is roughly the same as that of normal Earthlings but shows a lot of signs of artificial modification that likely gave him his abnormally large size and perhaps also those superpower-like abilities. It seems there’s evidence that this warrior has previously undergone Ghost Energy radiation and mind modification, but as we lack further data, this is only based on speculation so far."

"How is his mood?"

I placed my hand on the door-opening button and casually asked as I pressed it.

"No emotions, extremely silent. Eating and resting are all he has done since waking up, but so far, no hostile tendencies have been observed."

"Okay, just a sullen introvert." I shrugged at Sandora just as the hospital room door silently slid open, and we filed in.

In the center of the hospital room, the towering warrior sat with his back to us on the bed next to the medical cabin. The battered, bloodstained armor and his giant sword that he had brought with him had been cleaned and placed in the corner, while he now wore an extra-large white hospital gown. Although seated, the two and a half meters tall giant still appeared as imposing as a small mountain. I quickly patted Pandora and Visca’s little heads, thinking to myself that I hope these two girls don’t get overly startled later.

The noise from behind drew the attention of the still weak but alert warrior; he quickly turned his head and saw our group.

"It looks like you’re recovering well," Sandora nodded and approached, "Where are you from?"

But Sandora’s question wasn’t answered; the nameless warrior’s gaze had been fixed in one direction since our arrival. After a brief moment of being stunned, a shocked and furious expression suddenly spread across his face. Even before I could react, he waved his hand to the side, a silvery halo enveloping his arm. The giant sword, placed in the room’s corner, cut through the air and flew into his grasp.

"Kazerizar!!"

Holding the giant weapon, the nameless warrior roared with a hoarse voice and leapt swiftly toward us.

"Kneel!"

Sandora spoke in a dismissive tone, and immediately the heavy sound of steel hitting the ground resounded. The sword of the Nameless Warrior flew far from his hands as he himself lay prostrate on the ground with a look of unwillingness, yet he continued to curse loudly, "Nazerlar pudaza! Demon! You have finally appeared before the children of the gods! Dulazabema kuwanor! We have not fallen yet!"

Everyone looked at each other with baffled expressions at the opponent’s extraordinary reaction. Sandora had stopped the Royal Guard mid-transmission with a single command. Visca and I exchanged glances for a few seconds before her hesitant voice broke the silence in the room, "Atlantians?"

Suddenly, the hospital room fell into a deathlike silence.

Even the enraged warrior quieted down instantly, and after a long while, he let out a hoarse and deep laugh, but it sounded more like the low growl of a wild beast, "Aha, haha... Demverzar! Demon! What kind of conspiracy is this! Pretending not to recognize me!"

The completely unexpected revelation stupefied everyone. When I finally gathered my thoughts, I quickly patted Visca on the shoulder, "Girl, are you sure? Atlantians?"

The cat-eyed little girl nodded immediately, "I remember now; this is an Atlantian, transformed into a super-warrior by the Imperial Expedition Team. Initially, they caused quite some trouble for my regular troops, but...Atlantis should have been completely destroyed..."

"I’m curious how you only recognized him now," I said as I observed the situation with Visca, noting that the giant warrior was still immobile under Sandora’s psychic command.

The little girl slowly shook her head, "I’ve destroyed many worlds; how could I possibly keep track of them all!"

I instantly broke out into a cold sweat, having a sister who was once a mass-killing Great Demon King is really something untouchable!

The sudden turn of events felt particularly thorny. This Atlantian warrior, who knew where he had sprung from, clearly harbored deep hatred towards Visca. It was perhaps impossible to make him abandon the idea of being our enemy. However, morally and emotionally, since Visca had caused this mess, Sandora might not mind, but I couldn’t just kill this innocent to find peace. Yet, punishing Visca? That was even more impossible; she’s my sister! Not to mention, she was only in her mass-killing spree because she was in a state of madness back then. Don’t you know that the mentally ill aren’t criminally responsible?

Desperate, I could only think of a way to make this giant lose his memory. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"Look up."

A cold voice interrupted my thoughts about "whether using a hammer or flattening with a frying pan would more effectively erase memory." Following the voice, Pandora had somehow approached the giant warrior, with Visca standing beside her.

It was the indifferent Pandora who gave the order.

Sandora relaxed some of the mind control, and the Atlantian warrior, not understanding why, raised his head. Bloodshot eyes still filled with rage, he became puzzled the moment he saw the Pandora sisters.

Making a two and a half meter tall giant look up to her, Pandora must feel quite accomplished, right?

I guessed Pandora’s intention but was utterly speechless at this girl trying to gain a bit of stature-related achievement at such a critical moment.

"Demons? Two of them?"

"The demon you speak of is long dead!" I saw Sandora’s eye signal and quickly went along with the act, approaching the Atlantian survivor, pointing to the nearby sisters and fabricating a story, "Killed by them, strictly speaking, it was Visca who eliminated the demon. If you are an Atlantian, I somewhat know what you’ve gone through. Indeed, a dangerous traitor appeared among us and destroyed your world, but my sister Visca eventually eliminated that crazed person. To prevent the Evil God from resurrecting, she used her soul to suppress the Evil God’s body; perhaps this can clear up your misunderstanding about Visca’s appearance."

In places out of sight, Visca began to painfully twist my waist.

I’m a master of deception—okay, I know this story sounds a bit lame, but it’s undeniable that this is the absolute truth! The crazy 7535 was dispelled by the rational Visca, and now inside this world-destroying demon’s body resides a cute, cat-eyed loli. See, the Chinese language is indeed profound; just a bit of allegorical rhetoric can manage everything. You can’t say I’m lying, right?

The crazy Visca and the rational Visca are essentially two different people, sharing only the same body. Although this does not negate the mistakes made by the young girl in the past, at least Visca doesn’t have to bear an overly heavy sense of guilt...

But even though everything is true, I know that whether we can ultimately get this Atlantian remnant to calmly discuss things with everyone depends on his attitude: God knows what he’s thinking now.

"I once encountered that crazy butcher head-on," the Atlantian warrior said, his voice low, gasping for air under the spiritual suppression by Sandora, yet still stubbornly refusing to let his forehead touch the ground, "Thousands of my people were burned to ashes in her madness, and my homeland was leveled to the ground in an instant. I will never forget that demon’s twisted face... cough cough..."

His body still hadn’t fully recovered, and violent movements combined with Sandora’s spiritual suppression made him start coughing violently. Then, slowly lifting his head, he looked into Visca’s eyes.

"Very few escaped from that demon, and it basically boiled down to luck. I remember those mocking eyes. You have the same appearance as that demon, but I didn’t see madness in your eyes... You are not her."

Sandora released the spiritual suppression, and the drenched warrior gasped heavily for a while, finally managing to stand back up, then stared piercingly at the Pandora Sisters.

"A demon is only one; yet both of you resemble her, and that demon would never stand harmlessly in front of any mortal. Perhaps I got something wrong... Did you control the demon’s body with your own soul?"

It seemed this warrior wasn’t as rugged as he looked; even with an indisputable fact right before his eyes, he still harbored doubts about Visca’s appearance.

The cat-eyed loli gently nodded her head, then reached to grab my arm, assuming the guise of a frightened younger sister. This act dispelled much of the Atlantian warrior’s suspicions, and I listened to the murmurs in the spiritual connection from Visca, sweating profusely, "Brother, it’s too tall..."

I had to quickly reduce the hostility, "Alright, alright, you’ve already caused them enough trouble thousands of years ago."

"You, who are you?"

The Atlantian warrior still held a trace of doubt in his eyes, but his voice had calmed down. As he watched Visca acting spoiled next to a man, he voiced his question.

"It seems the initial expedition team didn’t show you much, and you still haven’t realized your own situation," Sandora shook her head, "We are the Empire that once fostered Atlantis civilization, and now we have returned."

As Sandora’s voice fell, the room immediately displayed a large-scale holographic illusion; the external architecture of Shadow Base and the military ships docked at the starport appeared in these projections. If he was really from Atlantis, he should recognize this massive construct.

Indeed, when the Atlantian warrior saw these images, his facial muscles twitched instantly, his chest heaving heavily as if there were a blazing flame churning within. After several intense breaths, the giant-like warrior finally managed, with great effort, to suppress his emotions, then bent down in our astonished gaze:

"F-number AL-135, Ares, welcomes the return of the Gods."

(Ahhh, it’s the end of the month, habitually asking for monthly tickets—heard there’s a double on New Year’s?) (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to go to qidian.com to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)

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