Xyrin Empire
Chapter 306 - Chapter 306 Chapter 306 Boundless Love

Chapter 306: Chapter 306 Boundless Love Chapter 306: Chapter 306 Boundless Love At the same time, far in City K, the Imperial Officers, having completed their mission, were unknowingly sitting around once again in a moldy state of waiting, completely oblivious to the impact the lost Angel Envoy’s wandering behavior might have on future events.

Fine, I admit, it was just me sitting around growing mold…

It seems in our team, I am the only one with nothing to do. Even Little Baobao has recently started learning the manufacturing process of standard vehicle production lines with her mom, and Visca has been helping the Xyrin Technicians continue to excavate and sort out lost technologies. Meanwhile, me, ostensibly the highest leader of the organization, absolutely can’t find anything to do.

So, having girls around who are too tough isn’t really a good thing, though, at the moment, I still quite like this state of life…

Since the last time we disrupted the trade between Olympus and the Tower of Babel and killed several of their senior members, both organizations seemed to have suddenly quieted down. They not only abstained from trading again but even the members of the Tower of Babel in China vanished overnight. Of course, the Superpower Team wasn’t completely unaware, but those guys all left the country through very normal channels, and most of them were influential internationally or domestically. It was truly difficult to make them disappear from the mortal world through unconventional means. The tiny fish caught didn’t warrant any action, and many simple issues became exponentially complex when involving country-to-country relations, leaving the parties involved scratching their heads without a clue on how to proceed.

Well, although Pandora creatively suggested “let’s flatten Europe,” that indeed sounded like a permanent solution…

Of course, to say things had completely quieted down was not too realistic. At least for the Tower of Babel, suffering such a loss in one shot, they couldn’t just swallow their pride, and some minor movements were inevitable. However, since all they did were deeds shrouded in darkness, the Tower of Babel couldn’t exactly jump out and demand accountability for the incident. No matter how much noise they made, they had to operate in the shadows, and more importantly — that was a headache meant for the Superpower Team to deal with. Let those cunning experts handle the complex plots and conspiracies, after all, apart from the few under me who know how to use their brains, almost everyone here was a dangerous molecule packed with high explosives trained by Pandora, only good at knocking competitors down in negotiations but rarely doing something constructive.

As for Olympus, they really had gone completely silent.

They stopped communicating with other organizations and stopped orchestrating events against superpower users, and even some of their publicly-known businesses recognized had gradually moved underground, especially within the tightly controlled region of China. It seemed as if in a few days, Olympus had entirely evaporated.

We naturally weren’t naive enough to believe that such a mysterious and conspiracy-filled suspicious organization would hibernate entirely because of one direct strike from us. Something internal must have changed within them, causing their entire organization to shift its operational strategies, and thus, the few clues that the Superpower Team had managed to uncover after great difficulty had almost all been severed…

However, both we and the Superpower Team understand one point clearly. The above are certainly just surface-level situations. Behind the scenes, whether it’s the Tower of Babel or Olympus, they are definitely still active. The plotters are always best at hiding their tracks, and when they completely go underground, pulling them out is not so easy.

But, after all, it’s not my headache to worry about; I’ll leave it to the experts of the Superpower Team.

Thus, after turning over the responsibility of saving the world to the Superpower Team, we became idle once again.

Since we had some downtime, the beauties at home all started busying themselves with their things, like I mentioned earlier. Little Baobao was learning from her irresponsible recluse mom how to become a qualified Xyrin Host, creating piles of bizarre-shaped metal structures in Shadow City every day and happily dragging me along to introduce them with baby babbling. Sandora’s comment on this was that perhaps the first Angel Envoy skilled in art was about to be born…

Visca took the task of extracting data from her memory core as a routine, disappearing every day for over half an hour after dinner, then loitering around the research center drowsily to shake off the lethargic effects caused by memory extraction. At other times, she and her sister, Pandora, engaged in their daily “duels,” the two awkward sisters had formed a strange pattern in their relationship. They cared for each other, yet still had to squabble upon meeting, two Senior Generals of the Empire pulling each other’s ears and wrestling on the ground, then the two messy Little Angels would come to complain to me or Big Sister. Every time, I managed to solve everything with just two lollipops…

Once again, compared to the stiff Pandora, the lively and clever Visca really did seem more like a normal little sister…

Meanwhile, Dingdang was busy preparing for that exceedingly regrettable “Junior Creation Certificate,” tinkering with various experiments daily in the temple at the World Tree, causing explosions throughout Shadow City. With the careless Little Goddess not paying attention, several divine attribute original creatures kept the Xyrin Soldiers responsible for city defense extremely busy.

Although Dingdang seldom created dangerous creatures, even the safest and mildest Divine-made creatures, with their inherent “not to be harmed by mortal powers” Divine Attribute, were definitely enough to make them a huge problem. Many mythologies have proven one thing, even a pet dog by the side of an Immortal, once in the mortal world, becomes a defiant colossal beast of legendary status.

Thanks to Dingdang’s experiments, Lilina now changed pets every day, wearing the shiny title of “Chief Priestess of the Life Temple.” A certain Fake Lolita made full use of her little bit of authority, sneaking all sorts of bizarre things out of the temple’s experimental areas. Sometimes it was a mini version of a Hell Three-headed Dog with three heads but only thirty centimeters long, sometimes a mysterious creature that looked like a Nine-tailed Fox but only barked chaotically, and sometimes what looked like a mini cow but with a golden horn and snow-white wings flying around…

Ah, sometimes it was a mysterious little thing, all black except for a pair of shiny emerald eyes, constantly muttering, “Why is this, why is this…”

Anwina and Alaya, the uniquely glowing “sisters,” suddenly became interested in the Boundless Love studio set up by Big Sister and Qianqian, a studio that was outrageously named and had a baffling scope of business. The two dazzling mobile light sources transformed into official employees of a humorous studio, aiding every day in a large computer room in Shadow City, which to the outside world was the “Boundless Love” headquarters but to me seemed like Big Sister’s private gaming room. They sifted through tons of junk information to pick out somewhat less nonsensical requests, and then assigned a variety of tasks to a group of coerced Xyrin Soldiers, ranging from finding lost cats and dogs to kidnapping some country’s leader (really, could such a ludicrous studio even receive such requests?).

Honestly, I had serious doubts about what kind of achievements a natural dimwit and a double natural dimwit could achieve together…

And what I doubted even more was just who would send a task request to such a blatantly unreliable studio.

“I’m saying, Qianqian, has your studio really started doing business?”

One noon, watching Qianqian and Big Sister huddle together, whispering about the studio, I finally couldn’t help but speak up.

In response, Qianqian gave me a sharp look and Big Sister flicked me on the head not too gently.

I shrugged, “A studio that can ensure family harmony and maintain world peace, who would believe that?”

“Not many, obviously,” Qianqian admitted without hesitation, “so we are just looking for the destined ones! Think about it, a lonely and desperate girl, whose parents are dead, brother critically ill, sister lost, and herself burdened with huge debts, randomly clicks on a mysterious popup window on the screen. Then the next day, all her dreams come true–illness cured, brother healthy, sister returned, debts erased, and even her parents ensure they visit her dreams every night at 3:30. It’s such a heart-warming scenario…”

…No matter how you think about it, a person in that kind of dire situation probably wouldn’t be in the mood for surfing the internet…

Also, a sudden mysterious popup window? Why do I find this setting so tear-jerking?

Seeing the subtle expression on my face, Qianqian immediately huffed and turned away, but just a few seconds later, this eternally energetic girl came up with a new idea, “Speaking of which, Ah Jun, we received a really interesting request yesterday. Want to come and check it out?”

“Not interested, plus I want to sleep.”

To Qianqian’s clearly whimsical suggestion, I immediately expressed my only desire to take the nap that had been delayed for a long time.

“Alright, it’s settled then. Let the always idle Ah Jun participate in the great cause of public service! Ah Jun, we’ll head over first, you hurry up and follow!”

Speaking of which…what about my opinion?

You self-opinionated girl, at least listen to what others have to say before making decisions! (To be continued. For further information, please visit www.NovelFire.net. More chapters are available, support the author, support genuine reading!)