Xyrin Empire
Chapter 307 - Chapter 307 Chapter 307 Commission

Chapter 307: Chapter 307: Commission Chapter 307: Chapter 307: Commission Spanning thousands of square meters, equipped with the universe’s most powerful quantum computing core, and boasting two independently operating Xyrin Hosts, along with thirty Xyrin Apostles specializing in information processing and hundreds of other staff members, such an extravagant and luxurious setup belonged to a studio that claimed it could undertake any task except for destroying the world.

Although this studio was merely born from a sudden whim of two Xyrin Queens.

Well, compared to someone who plays Magical Beast online using the base’s most classified network, this waste was practically negligible…

However, although it was just a spontaneous idea of Qianqian and her sister, with the help of a bunch of even more idle Imperial Officers, the “Boundless Love” studio did indeed operate in a substantial manner. As the saying goes, a large forest harbors all kinds of birds, and where there are many netizens, there are all kinds of irritating things. Amidst the huge base, it’s possible to suddenly see an odd, stylistically peculiar dialogue box pop up on the screen, and due to various online novels’ influence and a slight impulse of hot-bloodedness, click the confirm button, then step by step complete the form. Among them, there would certainly be one or two who coincidentally meet the requirements, lucky ones. Hence, as some bizarre and logically impossible wishes actually came true, and such events were spread by those lucky ones, the name “Boundless Love” gradually gained prominence in certain small groups, turning into something akin to urban legends, not knowing when it would pop up in front of you with a chance to fulfill a wish. Correspondingly, the previously idle studio gradually began to receive concrete commissions.

It seemed this must be a mission of the Little Goddess…

“Look, this is the commission.”

Having excitedly pulled me to the “office location,” Qianqian pulled out a form-like document from the desk and placed it in front of me.

By now, seeing Qianqian’s enthusiastic demeanor, I couldn’t help but develop a bit of interest in this initially playful studio, so I took the form and earnestly began reading.

“School paranormal event?”

After reading it, I voiced my surprised question, never expecting that a commission that caught Qianqian’s attention would be such mundane stuff.

“What does that expression mean?”

Qianqian muttered unhappily while twisting my arm.

“You know, this kind of thing should be trashed immediately,” I shook the paper in my hand, “No matter how you look at it, such commissions must be nothing but the fantastical daytime daydreams of unreliable middle school students, school ghost stories, steps beyond the norm, and tales like the blood-dripping faucets in the bathroom–Honey, you didn’t really accept this commission, did you?”

Qianqian twisted my arm for a while, seeing no effect, she finally lowered her head, exposing a pair of adorable little tiger teeth to my wrist.

“Crunch!”

“Ah!”

It decreased, my HP really decreased, you crazy little thing!

I quickly pushed away Qianqian who had switched to mischievous mode, and she immediately continued waving her claws and chattering, “Of course, I know which commissions are reliable and which are not! That’s what’s special about this commission! After careful analysis by experts, this commission turned out to be real!”

I firmly pushed the bouncing Qianqian back to the ground, expressing my astonishment, “Really? This commission, which looks just like it’s copied from a three-yuan street stall book describing school paranormal events… is real!?”

“Exactly,” her sister flipped through a few other commission documents on the table, “These others, completely the same content, are from the same person who sent the messages over a few days. If it were a prank, it would be far too idle and boring, and from the way the commission is written, the content is thorough, the logic sound, and it clearly doesn’t seem like a story made up out of boredom. Plus, you can tell that the sender had high hopes while filling out the form, which basically rules out the possibility of them causing trouble.”

“And these,” the sister handed a stack of photos and documents to me, “are materials collected by our agents after accepting the commission, including data from the so-called paranormal event location.”

“Multiple unusual energy fluctuations?”

I took the documents, frowning slightly.

“There’s also unstable space remnants, unanalyzable energy samples, consistent oral descriptions from the surrounding ordinary people, and recorded images of past abnormal phenomena, all without any signs of falsification.”

“That means,” I put the materials on the table, “something abnormal indeed happened at this school and its surroundings.”

“That’s right,” her sister took over the conversation, “although we can’t be sure if calling it a ‘paranormal event’ is accurate, at least we can be sure that something interesting definitely exists in this old high school with over a hundred years of history.”

“Well… that’s quite intriguing…”

Looking at the distorted light and shadows in the photos scattered on the table, I suddenly felt an urge to explore.

The school where the paranormal event occurred was not within the city limits, but rather an old school located in the suburbs.

The lowest of the low, a forgotten campus, a final paradise where underachieving students who had no prospects of achieving academic success in life could lay to rest–this was the scathing description given by Lilina to such a school.

It was indeed fitting–after seeing the dilapidated walls of that desolate school, far from the city center, I couldn’t help but admit it.

This place had once been glorious. As a heritage high school with over a hundred years of history, it had its era of fame, and a history of producing talented individuals could be seen from the large campus buildings in the distance. However, all that had been ground down by the urban changes and something called ‘the wheel of history’ into faded old photographs at the school entrance. Now, largely forgotten as a third-tier school, if not for the steady stream of hopeless students whose families clung to the last vestiges of hope, such a school would have likely vanished long ago.

“How isolated this place is,” Qianqian remarked after disembarking from the car, looking around at the buildings frozen in a bygone era, “Who would come to such a desolate place to study? Really, what were those planners thinking?”

Lili stepped out of the car right behind her, took a deep breath and said, “No matter where, forgotten corners exist, plus, a school like this and its surrounding old town area, it really doesn’t look like it’d attract much investment or redevelopment–well, at least the air’s still good here.”

“Pandora, how are the energy readings around here?”

I turned back and looked at Little Loli following silently behind us.

“Normal.”

She reported briefly.

“Pfft, boring,” Visca immediately chipped in habitually, “Brother, ask me! I can check the energy readings too!”

I patted Visca’s head, who was feeling slightly resentful, and reiterated worriedly, “Okay, okay, just remember the promise you made when we left. Even though the energy locking device was removed, no messing around! Or I’ll have Sandora lock you up again once we get back! Got it?”

Hearing about the energy locking device, which she’d long harbored resentment for, made Visca’s head bob up and down enthusiastically, a determined look on her face–but I hoped she truly had enough self-control.

As we entered this large-scale school, which actually had very few students left, we were hardly stopped at all. The old guard in the security room didn’t even bother with the usual formalities before letting us in, leading me to lament the decline of this school once again.

It was the last class of the afternoon, and most students were in the classrooms, so few people were around the campus. We waited beneath a certain teaching building, idly tracing the paths of falling leaves while Visca excitedly ran off to a nearby pond, watching the fish fry struggle for survival in the severely polluted green water.

“Ding-ding-ding–”

The bell signaling the end of class suddenly rang out, and I couldn’t help but sigh, “Feels like such a distant sound… Oh, Qianqian, we’re still students, aren’t we?”

“Ah, I’d actually forgotten about that,” Qianqian exclaimed, as if she had just had an epiphany, “We are actually college students, just took a four-year-long leave that’s all.”

Then we fell silent together.

“Yes, it’s him.”

Just as I contemplated whether to head back to school to solve a bout of boredom, Lili suddenly spoke up.

Following Lili’s hand, a plain, thin, bespectacled male student came into view.

The attention that had initially been drawn by the appearance of Qianqian and Lili, two beautiful girls, immediately shifted mostly towards the thin male student. He instinctively shrunk his neck, shivering from the surrounding gazes.

A classic bullied face, seeing his expression made you feel like not bullying him was an insult to the deeply ingrained ‘victim’ genes in his bones.

“Really inconspicuous,” I shrugged, “even more so than me.”

Qianqian: “…You’ve finally come to accept reality calmly…”

“Uh, you are…”

The thin, bespectacled male nervously glanced around before approaching and whispering, seeing that expression, I suddenly felt, indeed, maybe I should bully him a bit…

“This is your request, right?”

Qianqian spoke as she casually pulled out a form, waving it in front of him.

“We’re here to solve your problem.”