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Chapter 339 - Chapter 339 Chapter 339 Cant Live in Peace

Chapter 339: Chapter 339: Can’t Live in Peace Chapter 339: Chapter 339: Can’t Live in Peace Why did I forget? If it involves large-scale disasters, asking Dingdang for help is the simplest and most effective method! When people are in dire straits, they turn to God, and I don’t believe that Dingdang, as the world management god, could ignore the annihilation of an entire city–of course, if the victims died due to internal conflicts among humans, then Dingdang might be of limited help. However, I don’t think we need to worry too much about that, as Bubbles has already conducted a thorough analysis of Lin Xue’s dream, concluding that the disaster stemming from human infighting is almost infinitesimally small.

When everyone’s gaze suddenly focused on me, Dingdang quickly scurried into my collar, then popped out her tiny head, looking guilty as she said, “Dingdang really didn’t steal Little Baobao’s lollipop, it was Pandora who sneakily took it…”

“Beep–” With a prolonged sound, smoke started billowing from Pandora’s head–she was overloaded.

It took me a lot of effort to fish Dingdang out of her hiding spot in my clothes, and then, holding her wings, I placed her in front of me and said seriously, “O great life goddess, there is a noble, though not very arduous, task for you!”

Dingdang tilted her head in confusion, her body metaphorically sprouting numerous little green glowing question marks.

“A task? It’s not because I stole a cake from the kitchen twenty minutes ago and you’re punishing Dingdang?”

“Of course not…”

“It’s not because Dingdang broke Sister Qianqian’s computer in her room ten minutes ago and you’re mad?”

“…Uh, no, it’s not that either…”

“It’s not because Dingdang smashed the crystal lamp in Little Baobao’s room five minutes ago?”

…In just the last half-hour, how many atrocious acts have you committed? You three-inch Ding–are you planning to demolish the house or what?

“Just tell me! What is it that you want Dingdang to do? Dingdang is very powerful, you know!”

What a ridiculous way to change the subject! This little thing still holds the record for the last place in the Divine Realm and is rightfully called the dumbest goddess of all time!

“It’s like this, our prophet pal…”

There and then, I explained in detail the troubles Lin Xue was facing and the peculiarities of the entire incident to the little thing, emphasizing the potential danger of Qianqian and Sister’s abilities running wild. The little thing, still dangling in the air by my grip, listened intently and nodded vigorously with a grave expression.

“Dingdang understands! You want Dingdang to use her authority to look for potential threats in this world? But let me make this clear first–Dingdang will only help humans with natural disasters, not civil wars!”

That much is obvious, and we have no objections to it; before the gods, all creatures are equal, no matter how unreliable that statement might be when it comes to this mischievous goddess Dingdang. At least we wouldn’t expect her to blatantly violate the laws of the Divine Realm.

Not to mention, this creature is currently in the sensitive period of taking make-up exams–if she were to be barred from the exams for helping mortals settle personal vendettas, I bet she’d never be able to shake off that psychological shadow for the rest of her life.

Seeing us nod, Dingdang showed a satisfied smile, then fluttered her wings a few times to get me to release her, and hovered in mid-air as she started to stretch and move about energetically.

“Body normal! Spirit abundant! Appetite strong! And a sharp mind!” After a lively warm-up, the Little One happily announced, “Dingdang’s body is normal, there’s absolutely no problem with this world!”

We: “…”

I guess we should say, she’s indeed a deity of this world? While it’s not impossible to understand, having the solemn proposition “this body is the world” demonstrated in such a tear-inducing way by Dingdang really made us mere mortals shed tears of pathos…

“So you’re saying that the disaster in Lin Xue’s dreams won’t happen in this world…” Sandora shook her head, “Just can’t catch a break, huh.”

Dingdang looked at us curiously, then pounced on my face: “What do you mean!”

“It’s probably some unlucky otherworld…” By then, I had also realized and helplessly spread my hands, “The one Lin Xue saw–so, just can’t catch a break, right? Just had a few days of relaxation and now might have to go put out fires…”

“Oh… So that’s what it is,” Dingdang exhaled sharply and nodded her head, then firmly clenched her fists, “Of course we have to go save them! How can we ignore such a disaster! It’s absolutely unforgivable to turn a blind eye to the misfortune of others within our power to help!”

I knew she would react like this, after all, she’s the Life Goddess who shelters all beings. This little one had once expended all her divine power to save people in a strange world, even when she herself was in grave danger. The benevolent redemption spirit practiced by the Star Domain Divine Race is evident, and in Sandora’s perspective, it’s probably a matter of course to save a promising Wisdom Race if it’s convenient. In past times, the Xyrin Apostle has done similar things quite often; the loving envoy who spreads war–such a title definitely matches their extreme goal-oriented behavior.

The next day, Lin Xue, who had finally enjoyed a long-missed peaceful sleep and did not wake up until ten thirty, was dragged by us to the living room as soon as she woke up.

“So you mean that some cursed, hapless world is affecting Miss’s sleep quality…”

Upon learning that the reason for her several nights of poor sleep was the occurrence of a major disaster in some world, our Miss Lin was quite angry. To her, these past few days had been a real, unwarranted disaster. Because of a world that possibly couldn’t establish friendly ties with Earth even in millions of years, her Demi Immortal classmate was now almost neurotic.

On my part, I felt a sense of relief because the possibility of Qianqian and Big Sister losing control of their abilities had been ruled out: The trigger for Lin Xue’s power rampage was not internal, but the collective wailing of billions of human consciousnesses during the advent of Doomsday. As a race with high intelligence and large numbers, the collective soul power of humanity is quite tremendous. Facing a crisis for the entire race, this race’s consciousness naturally emitted an unconscious cry of despair. When two worlds are relatively close, or when their fundamental laws are quite similar, such cries can penetrate the Void–and then scare our Prophet classmate.

Fortunately, the probability of such an event is quite low; otherwise, Lin Xue might really have to spend the rest of her life in a mental hospital.

Because of this, we confirmed that the world in Lin Xue’s dreams really suffered a comprehensive disaster; otherwise, there wouldn’t be a call for help from the collective consciousness of the entire human race.

After confirming the cause of the nightmare and our stance on it, Lin Xue showed absolute support for saving the world–for the sake of saving her own sweet dreams.

Whether that is her only reason, she did not say, but we also knew. After all, we became friends because we were all of the same kind; to put it in another way, we were all naturally hardworking, foolish good Samaritans.

Of course, I still have reservations about Lin Xue being associated with “good.”

Two days later, in Shadow City.

This was a building shaped like a black rectangular pillar, big at the top and small at the bottom, standing straight up. There were no doors or windows to be seen on the entire structure, just suspicious blue light spots continuously moving about on the smooth, glass-like black surface. Owing to its internal Ghost Energy Reactor and Super Space-style external interfaces, this was the only special building in Shadow City without any ancillary facilities or external pipes. From a distance, this solitary, erect black rectangle on the Central Square looked like a reclusive sage of another world, filled with a stark and lonely charm.

I can hardly believe it, but the result of nearly half a month of hard work by those scientists, based on the data in Visca’s head, was to create a building that looks like an upside-down coffin… I have truly lost all hope in the Xyrin Apostles’ sense of aesthetics in certain areas…

The Space-Time Management Center is the dubious name of this building, and just like its ostentatious name suggests, this colossal “coffin’s” primary function is to serve as the central dispatch and hub for space transmission. It is also one of the most crucial parts of the technological data we were missing. But praise God… Oh, Dingdang, we’ve finally managed to build it.

Let the bootleg space-time sensors and the jump engines patched with all sorts of quick fixes go to hell! We’re finally stepping into the four modernizations!

Meanwhile, in one of the functional halls of the Space-Time Management Center, the brains of the Empire were huddled around a peculiar device. It’s worth noting that this strange device, which was suspended in mid-air on a universal energy platform and supported by blue energy beams, possessed a remarkably eye-catching appearance.

“So you’re saying my task is to lie inside this thing and then take a nap?”

Looking at the suspiciously designed hibernation chamber before her, Lin Xue’s eye twitched as she sought the truth once more. I understood her concern, as facing a box resembling a coffin in shape, color, and structure required a considerable test of one’s mental fortitude to lie down inside.

“Yes, Madam,” a beautiful woman with waist-long hair and wearing frameless spectacles calmly responded beside the coffin-shaped hibernation chamber. Her distinctive white uniform and the pale blue crystal cross emblem on her chest made it easy to identify her as a high-ranking researcher from the Xyrin research team, although her face seemed somewhat unfamiliar. “This hibernation chamber can synchronize with and track your spiritual wave patterns, search for the source of interference in the external energy field affecting your spiritual power, and then track back to the location of the interference source — in theory, that is.”

“In theory…” Lin Xue’s forehead pulsed with veins as she spoke in a low tone, “Hey, Wood, can I really trust this dubious woman and her suspicious coffin that she’s come up with!? I’d rather use that bootleg space-time sensor that has to be charged for six hours every time it’s used!!!”

Seeing his newly promoted subordinate falling into a serious crisis of trust, Sivis quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: “Taville has recently been promoted from an ordinary researcher to an elite-level researcher and has extraordinary talent in various fields. She is also one of the researchers with the best compatibility with Lord Visca’s memory data. Although she’s new, the devices she’s created are quite reliable.”

“Reliable, huh,” I glanced at the “coffin” again, “just with a bit of quirky aesthetics…”

This time, Lin Xue also rarefied, agreed with my opinion, “Right? Doesn’t this thing look suspicious? She even designed the Space-Time Management Center to look like a coffin! I’m definitely going to get psychological trauma if I have to sleep in this ridiculous hibernation chamber!”

Despite her work being criticized once more due to its design, Taville remained calm and collected as she replied again: “Madam, you can rest assured that this hibernation chamber has undergone the strictest of tests and simulated startups. Not even the pollution capabilities of the Abyss in its physical form would affect the preservation device of the hibernation chamber within a short period. It’s just scanning your spirit’s patterns and will not cause you any harm — theoretically, that is.”

Those last words of yours are always so superfluous, beautiful!

Even though the design was honestly terrible, Lin Xue knew that there were no issues with the quality of the hibernation chamber before her. After all her objections proved ineffective, the Prophet, suffering from days of insomnia, finally resigned herself to crawl into it. Then, with a resolute expression as if martyring herself, she closed the lid of the hibernation chamber.

Now it looked even more like a coffin — Taville had even added a cross to the lid!

I must admit, there’s just no comparing bootleg products with the original. In our initial search for the coordinates of the Azeroth world, we struggled for half a day with that bootleg space-time sensor. But using this “coffin,” which condensed the most cutting-edge technology extracted from Visca’s little grey cells, it barely took any time after Lin Xue fell asleep for the source signal to be captured.

Of course, this might also be because the resentment of all beings in that world was too severe. A world like Azeroth, that has experienced disaster upon disaster, would definitely be several magnitudes calmer in the face of apocalyptic catastrophes than a peaceful world favored by the God of Misfortune. Is this the legendary “Get used to death and you’ll stop fearing it”?

“Unexpectedly easy to find,” Sandora exclaimed once the final coordinates were confirmed, “The energy expended on a round trip is almost negligible. Let’s go check out what’s going on.”

So with the mindset of “let’s go see what’s happening,” the saviors arrived — I know it sounds a bit pretentious, but don’t you think it’s cool to say it like that?

Besides myself, Sandora, Visca, Dou Ding… Uh, okay, God, the four of us were the whole team for this mission. Pandora had initially wanted to come along, but she just happened to be busy with routine adjustments to the weapon links. The Loli General, with her reluctant face, had no choice but to stay behind. Compared to our usual practice of marching off with hordes of followers to sweep through worlds, this was a remarkably minimal crew. Of course, there were reasons for only deploying a few of us. I have to say that those personally selected and promoted by Sivis are really not simple; that coffin-like hibernation chamber did indeed have powerful capabilities. As soon as the coordinates were locked in, we were also able to scan a part of the target world’s situation, confirming that it was a low-level magic and energy world with a relatively primitive civilization. Alright, that description is admittedly abstract. To put it more plainly, it’s more or less like Earth…

Sandora described it as a world utterly devoid of danger.

How should I put it? Hearing such a description and comparison, as an Earthling, I really felt quite a bit of pressure…

“The location we’ve appeared in is quite delicate, isn’t it?”

After the surrounding scenery, shaken by the spatial aftershocks, gradually calmed down, Dingdang commented while looking out of the porthole.

I too felt that flying a transport shuttle and hanging it in a tree was indeed quite delicate.

…

“Ah Jun, don’t worry about the occasional failure,” Sandora said comfortingly from the seat next to me. And then we felt a sudden drop in our stomachs: as the space transmission ended, the tree trunk beneath the transport shuttle could no longer bear the weight of the increasingly materialized spacecraft, and it was instantly crushed to smithereens. Fortunately, the transport shuttle itself had a reactive mechanism. It only fell less than half a meter before the anti-gravity engines automatically activated, sparing us from becoming the first batch of Imperial Leaders to land on the ground in such an embarrassing manner…

“Everything seems normal.”

After retrieving the transport shuttle into my personal space, Sandora looked around and commented on our surroundings.

“The season appears to be early autumn, with a slight deviation from Earth. The energy intensity around us is just a fraction of a percent higher than Earth’s, negligible. No abnormal energy reactions are detected within the sensing range, scanned life forms total seventy-seven, with no genetically mutated individuals found.”

Visca was scanning the surroundings and reported in a mechanical voice, while I took out my own custom vehicle, which had various features that were off the charts–a whopping seven hundred billion!

It seemed like ever since Pandora sneakily added a blackish shield generator on the car door, this thing looked even more broken…

“There’s a road ahead; if we follow it, we should be able to find a city quickly.”

With that, I got into the car first, and naturally, no one else had any intention of taking a walk in this godforsaken place, so they followed suit.

Even though it looked like a very normal world, and there was no trace of disaster, I noticed something amiss as we drove on the road.

After traveling for so long, we hadn’t encountered even a single passing car.

Could it be that the humans of this world had already perished, leaving behind this empty relic of civilization?

The only man left in the world leading his wife, sister, and little pet on a road trip across the post-apocalyptic Earth, embarking on a legendary life devoid of shame–now there’s a good plot, I reckoned it might get into V…

With these random thoughts, we had been driving on the freeway for nearly half an hour. Normally, with the seven hundred billion’s performance, half an hour would have been sufficient to reach any city that might exist in this world, but to let Visca collect more information, we kept the speed at a regular pace.

Even at such a slow speed, the distant silhouette of the city finally came into view.

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