Dimensional Hotel
Chapter 283: Foxys Confusion

Yu Sheng dreamed.

In that dream, he once again stepped into the thick mist, alone this time, without Foxy or Irene by his side. A strange street stretched straight ahead from his front door. At the end of that path, something called out silently, pulling him forward. He kept walking deeper into the mist—as if he’d walked for ten years, a hundred years…

In the dream, he felt no exhaustion, only the endless urge to advance. Slowly, the mist-shrouded city began twisting into bizarre scenes. Buildings melted and drooped like candles under heat; roads curled upwards toward the sky, floating like strange seaweed underwater; countless shadows hovered upside-down above the city, radiating eerie lights in the haze.

Yet Yu Sheng walked on, passing through one distorted mirage after another, each stranger than the last, until the mist around him thickened into pitch-black darkness. Solid shadows gathered into massive clusters, drifting silently over a broken, desolate land. His entire dream world dimmed into shadow.

Standing at the edge of this barren place, he saw once again that tall, slender figure.

The artificial Saintess of Holy Revere Hermitage approached gracefully, her footsteps like a phantom’s dance. Then, abruptly, jets erupted behind her, launching her forward. Her metal skull crashed mercilessly into Yu Sheng’s chest.

Yu Sheng woke up with a scream.

When his eyes snapped open, daylight filled the room. Rebar-Irene was sitting cross-legged on his chest, clearly still asleep. The little doll muttered loudly in her sleep: “I’m Alice Doll, pay me money!”

Then she toppled forward, rolling off his stomach onto the bed, sprawling out and snoring again without a care.

Even Yu Sheng’s scream failed to wake any of the Irenes. He glanced downward, seeing another Irene clutching his lower leg like a tiny koala, grumbling dreamily: “Who’s a noob… Call me a noob… Your whole family… hehehe…”

A third Irene was crawling gloomily on the floor nearby, probably having fallen off the bed halfway through the night. Still half-asleep, she wriggled aimlessly, trying to find her way back—but clearly, she had lost all sense of direction.

Yu Sheng sat up, feeling dazed.

[Just how did a doll once sealed inside a painting end up sleeping so chaotically, sprawled all over and crawling randomly around the room?]

He shook his head clear, then gently removed his leg from the grasp of the little doll clinging to his ankle. Turning toward the bedside table, he glanced at the familiar oil painting frame resting quietly there—because the bedroom wasn’t large, Irene never worried about straying too far from her “core.” The Teddy Bear inside the painting still lay quietly slumped on its red velvet chair, black button eyes fixed vacantly outward.

Yu Sheng tapped the painting lightly, greeting Irene’s “main body” and the Teddy Bear inside, then picked up his phone and saw it was almost ten o’clock.

Too late to return to sleep, he decided to get up and wash.

Just as Yu Sheng finished brushing his teeth, the three Irenes woke up too, marching into the bathroom in sleepy, disorderly fashion and greeting him randomly: “Morning!” “Yo, Yu Sheng…” “Yawwn… Did you kick me onto the floor last night?”

He responded with a few vague murmurs, twisted the tap open, then casually picked up the first Irene to wash her face, quickly swiping water across her little face before putting her back down and tossing a tiny towel her way. Then he repeated the process swiftly for the second and third Irenes—fluidly, practiced as if he’d done this hundreds of times. By the time he finished washing the last Irene, the first was still clumsily drying her face.

The three little dolls stood in a circle, rubbing each other’s faces dry with a single towel. Occasionally, one would peek up at Yu Sheng: “What’s today’s plan?”

Yu Sheng glanced down at his phone and shook his head. “Nothing special today. Just waiting to hear back from Special Affairs Bureau. We need to see if Bai Li Qing’s Deep Diver teams found anything on that ‘artificial Saintess’ in the mist. Large-scale sweeps like that aren’t something we can handle.”

One of the Irenes looked surprised, towel in hand: “Still no news yet?”

“Of course not. It hasn’t been long, and the environment in that mist is complicated. It slows down everything,” Yu Sheng replied, retrieving the small towel from Irene’s hands and hanging it back onto her personal towel hook. Technically, Irene could manage her own washing at the master bedroom’s sink—Yu Sheng had even placed a small ladder there specifically for her. But ever since she’d slipped once and fallen into the sink, taking an unexpected bath, she had refused to climb up by herself, always needing help now.

Yu Sheng thought this little doll was just being melodramatic.

“I’ll go make breakfast. You go see if Foxy is awake. Wake her up if she’s still asleep.”

All three Irenes answered in perfect unison, “Got it!”

Yet as soon as Yu Sheng and Irene stepped out the door, they realized Foxy was not only awake but seemed to have been up for quite a while.

The door to the Demon Fox Maiden’s room was wide open, and she sat cross-legged on the bed facing the window, completely motionless. She looked as if she were meditating or in some sort of cultivation trance.

Irene immediately lowered her voice in amazement. “Hey! Is this what they call ‘Spiritual Energy Absorption’ from those novels? She’s actually cultivating? She’s surprisingly diligent…”

It was the first time Yu Sheng had seen something like this too. Hearing Irene’s whisper, he also became hesitant, afraid to interrupt Foxy’s “cultivation.” Yet his curiosity won out, and he cautiously stepped forward, three little dolls trailing behind him. As soon as he crossed the threshold, Foxy’s large fox ears twitched once, and she abruptly turned her head, revealing a bright, sunny smile.

“Benefactor! Irene! You’re awake!”

Irene nearly jumped out of her skin—the one carrying the painting frame actually did. “Holy—I thought you were cultivating your Spiritual Energy!”

“Spiritual Energy Absorption?” Foxy tilted her head with confusion. “Isn’t that some ancient method of energy conversion? Isn’t it more practical to refine an internal reactor instead?”

Irene: “…”

Realizing Foxy wasn’t cultivating at all, Yu Sheng walked forward openly. “So, what exactly were you doing just now?”

“I was spacing out, thinking about a problem,” she replied earnestly.

“Thinking about a problem?”

With great seriousness, Foxy reached behind her and lifted two gleaming, radiant golden forms from the bed. She solemnly offered them to Yu Sheng. “Benefactor, Plain Boiled and Salt Baked have been growing stranger and stranger… Are chickens from this world supposed to look like this when they grow up? They don’t seem at all like their siblings back in the Valley anymore…”

Irene, just now regaining her senses, glanced up and cried out, “What the heck! Why are they glowing?!”

Yu Sheng’s gaze locked onto Foxy’s hands—and remained locked for a full half-minute in stunned silence.

What Foxy held were two creatures of celestial magnificence, each with golden wings, jade-like crowns, elongated necks, and magnificent tails—clearly chickens, yet transcendent chickens.

Indeed, they barely resembled chickens anymore, except for their two pairs of familiar, silly-looking eyes. Aside from that, these once tiny chicks now appeared as if they’d overdosed on heavenly energies, poised at the brink of ascending to immortality.

Moreover, they’d grown significantly larger than their siblings back in the Valley. Though Foxy still comfortably held them, their shimmering multicolored tails nearly reached her crossed legs. Clearly, their current state was not yet the end of their growth. A mysterious, youthful aura surrounded them, hinting at even more astounding transformations in the future.

“I… uh…” Yu Sheng struggled, finally blurting out, “Are these seriously still Plain Boiled and Salt Baked?!”

“Yes, they are,” Foxy vigorously nodded. “They’ve been growing fast recently, but this time the change was especially huge. I originally took them out to bask in the sunlight, but when I did, I found they were already glowing on their own. It really startled me!”

What could Yu Sheng say to that? After all, he’d also been startled…

At this point, the two “Divine Birds” in Foxy’s hands seemed tired of being held. They spread their wings, lightly flapping to rise into the air. Effortlessly, they circled gracefully around Foxy, drifting smoothly as if floating on spiritual currents, wings barely moving at all. After two elegant loops, they landed neatly upon Foxy’s shoulders, their slightly foolish eyes staring straight at Yu Sheng.

They looked like majestic celestial birds—but cursed with silly minds.

Foxy, however, was utterly delighted by the chickens’ newfound ability. Her eyes sparkled joyously. “Wow, you two learned how to fly already! But wait… chickens can fly?”

Yu Sheng said nothing, his mouth twitching slightly.

Did this fox seriously think she was still raising regular chickens? The entire species had clearly changed!

Irene approached Yu Sheng, tugging at his pant leg, confusion written plainly on her small face. “Yu Sheng, Yu Sheng, how’s this possible? What’s going on?”

“How would I know?” Yu Sheng sighed, slapping his forehead helplessly. “But there’s one thing I’m sure of—we definitely can’t eat them anymore, not when they’ve become like this.”

Hearing Yu Sheng’s words, Foxy quickly reacted, turning anxiously toward him. “Oh right! They’re so full of spiritual power now, it wouldn’t be right to eat them… but then what should we do, Benefactor?”

“What else can we do? From now on, consider them your loyal chicken followers,” Yu Sheng sighed again. “At least now you’ll have two divine guardians. You always insisted they’d have some big purpose one day—and it seems you were actually right about that…”

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