Xyrin Empire
Chapter 344 - Chapter 344 Chapter 344 Ambassador

Chapter 344: Chapter 344: Ambassador Chapter 344: Chapter 344: Ambassador Mysterious building complexes, which suddenly appeared on Earth, undoubtedly captured the attention of every country–except the governments that had already perished or were completely paralyzed after the outbreak of the zombie virus. Every pair of eyes across the globe was fixed on that massive base, which was clearly not a human creation.

During the period when the biochemical virus ravaged the world, the spirits of government leaders had definitely reached an extremely tense level; even a minor flu could elicit a national emergency response, let alone a sudden and wildly expanding black base. Consequently, various intelligence about this base began to circulate rapidly across the desks of world leaders.

It might seem ironic that only in the face of a global catastrophe like a biochemical crisis did these conniving governments finally seek cooperation. When humanity’s extinction seemed imminent, the skeptical minds began to realize just how vain the interests of small groups were. After several countries, which had persisted in isolationist policies and hostility towards neighboring nations even after the zombie outbreak, instantly collapsed, there was finally a genuine consensus in the world: ensuring the survival of the human race was the top priority, everything else was nonsense.

Because of this, the related materials for the rapidly expanding building complex managed to pile up at an unprecedented rate on the desks of every president, leader, prime minister, chairman, and other such highest human authorities.

Then, they grew even more anxious.

However, except for knowing that a mysterious group of buildings had suddenly emerged on this land, no one could detect any further information. The entire target area was always covered by an unknown energy field, and the chaotic interference signals far exceeded human imagination. All radar systems pointed at this region would burn out within a minute, and satellites in space became useless after producing ion clouds above this base.

As for communication signals sent to the other party, all were completely lost at sea.

In fact, this was still a result of our intentional “letting through”; if we truly reversed detection, we were completely confident that Xyrin Bases could bloom across every uninhabited area on Earth without anyone knowing.

In the first two days, we successively noticed several unidentified small troop movements near the base. However, once their radar systems self-destructed, these reconnaissance soldiers quickly retreated, presumably considering this a precursor to an attack, with impressively high caution.

In the last two days, those scattered reconnaissance teams suddenly became silent, and even the detection signals coming from all directions simultaneously went quiet; this maliciously made me wonder whether, in these few days’ time, human civilization had already been wiped out by zombies.

However, that seemed unlikely; a centipede dies but never falls down, and the human social system is so massive that even if it were somewhat flustered facing a sudden biochemical crisis, it wouldn’t be easily toppled before the zombie virus entered its next expansive outbreak. The world’s system should still generally function for a while.

And we hadn’t been idle these past few days. Apart from collecting several samples of different zombies’ tissues, Dingdang also began analyzing those tissue’s life forms. According to Little Thing, zombies are not true corpses, they fundamentally differ from the undead creatures of Azeroth: zombies are still alive!

This sounded unbelievable, but that was what Dingdang’s analysis concluded; of course, the criteria for being “alive” here differed from that of humans, and were instead under the perspective of the Life Goddess–zombies still possessed the Life Force even though their brains had stopped thinking and their blood had coagulated and decayed. This vitality had never left those rotting tissue heaps, but had transformed into another state. To put it in simpler terms chosen by Little Thing: every cell in them was still alive, but as a whole, they had died.

Okay, I admit this explanation made things more complicated for me…

So, Little Thing was immersed in the joys of research in the past few days, and a few pitiful zombies were tormented to the brink of death by the whims of Lady Goddess.

On the afternoon of the fifth day, our leisure time finally ended.

After numerous fruitless detection attempts were intercepted, the world’s officials finally sent us a tentative contact request, whose careful manner and rigid wording completely resembled dealing with visitors from outer space. While dumbfounded by such a reaction, we demanded that we must meet with “official representatives of this planet”; predictably, they responded to this–a human curiosity about aliens is very strong.

Well, one of the main reasons for insisting on a formal meeting rather than exchanging information is because I believe meeting in person beats online chatting…

A group distinctly different from the previous reconnaissance teams approached our base; they carried no radar or other detection devices, nor did they sneak around several kilometers away spying on us with bizarre contraptions. This convoy, composed of several sedans and light armored vehicles, drove straight towards us without stopping, exuding a resolute air from afar.

Then I knew, the main act had finally begun.

However, seeing that the other party had brought along a dozen or so light armored vehicles gave me a headache. Although I didn’t mind, Sandora next to me definitely took issue. As Queen Xyrin, she immediately became annoyed with those who tried to demonstrate military power towards her. If you come negotiating in armored vehicles, you’d better be prepared for a setback.

To prevent that situation, I quickly issued an emergency command. The high-energy warning towers outside the base entered a charging state as soon as the vehicle convoy got close enough. In an instant, a dozen huge black spires were surrounded by dazzling blue and white electric lights. This clearly hostile response made the cautious convoy immediately slam on their brakes and come to a complete halt; they were rendered immobile in place. This was the effect of the surrounding energy suppression coils, which caused the vehicles powered by chemical fuels to be unable to move due to the inability of chemical energy release within the area.

The sudden change clearly threw the special “delegation” into brief chaos. A diverse crowd of people from various racial backgrounds rushed out of their vehicles, now turned into blocks of metal, and I had quite the eye-opening view of the various military uniforms.

“They’re all from the military,” Sandora said, sitting beside me, munching on popcorn and exhibiting a particularly obvious look of discontent. “And they even brought armored vehicles, do they really think these things would be of any use? Defining this operation in such a manner is not a good sign at all… Ah Jun, shall we play a trick on them?”

Great, just a little trick. It seemed like a good idea to have their armored vehicles disabled first, so I went with the flow and said, “I’ll send Visca over right away…”

The abrupt change in the dozen black spires startled them for a moment, but they were no ordinary people. After panicking for less than a few seconds, the world representatives who were about to flee realized that those intimidating objects did not intend to attack, but rather served as a deterrent.

What happened next affirmed their belief even more: the menacing towers gradually dimmed, and then the escort’s light armored vehicles were controlled by an invisible force, quickly driving away from the perimeter of the base. The soldiers aboard seemed to try regaining control of the vehicles, but all that could be heard over the radio were their curses.

“Well, it looks like our alien friends were just giving a warning…”

A tall Caucasian man wiped the sweat off his forehead, then made the comment. Next to him, an Asian immediately quipped, “I told you, driving armored vehicles to ‘amicably negotiate’ with visitors from another world is a foolish act. Those things are utterly useless.”

As the representatives from various factions were settling down, the doors of the mysterious base finally opened, and at the same position opposite the gate, a glowing halo several meters in radius appeared on the energy shield that covered the entire base, creating an accessible gap. Naturally, this scenario made the assembled ambassadors marvel anew, starting heated discussions about the wonders of “alien technology” and fantasizing about their own nations getting hold of such technologies.

What no one expected was that the first to appear in front of them was a little girl, who looked to be about eleven or twelve years old. Behind the little girl, a squad of soldiers in black heavy armor and wielding strange firearms quickly ran up and then lined up in two rows by the entrance of the base.

It wasn’t until Visca was standing in front of these ambassadors that they finally reacted, each awkwardly unsure of how to start speaking. They had imagined countless scenarios of meeting “aliens” and the potential dialogues before coming, and each person had gone through an overnight rehearsal for meeting various types of aliens. Scholars had conjectured countless possible images of aliens based on data from who knows where, but no one had expected that their leader would look like such a young girl…

Well, at least her eyes seemed surreal, thought a representative whimsically.

“Uh,” finally, the Asian man appointed as the leader of the delegate group suppressed his surprise and comforted himself by thinking that since no one knew what aliens looked like, any appearance should be considered normal. He then started to speak as rehearsed, “Welcome to Earth…”

But this tragic leader had barely begun his sentence when the little girl in front of him interrupted him, “Brother says the first person who speaks is the boss, are you the boss?”

Her use of fluent Chinese relieved the international ambassadors, who had been concerned about communication barriers, yet the content of her speech seemed to create an illusion.

“Huh?”

The leader was speechless, unable to believe that this was the first sentence from their “alien friend.”

“Are you their boss?”

The little girl with red eyes repeated herself once again, her expression already showing some impatience.

“Uh… yes.”

The leader of the delegation was stunned for a moment and finally decided to accept this bizarre reality, at the same time lamenting in his heart that humanity’s first contact with aliens had to be like this. He wondered how future historians and scientists would choose to embellish this encounter.

With a definite answer, Visca immediately showed a satisfied smile, then reached out his hand: “Brother said bosses always drop good loot, give it to me!”

All the ambassadors had stiff expressions, the unfortunate leader was on the brink of tears–were those damn experts idiots? How could they not have anticipated that aliens would be like this?!

But after being stunned for quite a while, what he saw was the little girl’s resolute expression. The leader finally resigned himself to a sigh, determined to accept all the bizarre realities to accomplish his mission, then turned back to the others: “Everyone… take out anything valuable you have on you, for the future of humanity…”

What followed was a scene that could only be described as surreal. Ambassadors from various countries, upon reaching the entrance of a mysterious base, began to frantically search their pockets, scavenging for any treasures they might have, not knowing what might be valuable to the aliens. They ended up pulling out everything they could, including pens, magnetic cards, pendants, cash, lipstick, tissues, notebooks, hearing aids, and even a set of dentures…

What should have been a historically significant moment had been turned into an embarrassing farce by a scheming little loli, leaving every participant cringing in hindsight…

Visca walked amidst these gathered treasures, shaking his head every now and then, each shake sending chills down the spines of the ambassadors. Their means of transportation had already turned into scrap metal, the escort squad was happily running laps on a highway miles away, and they were surrounded by a large group of menacing “alien warriors,” facing what looked to be a nightmarish alien headquarters–talk about being out of the frying pan and into the fire…

Anyway, the ambassadors realized they were utterly isolated and helpless. Yet this isolation wasn’t what worried these savvy politicians and military officials the most; their greatest fear was exactly what their experts had predicted: alien ways of thinking and values were utterly incomprehensible to humans. Although the aliens could speak Mandarin, linguistic communication was unlikely to bridge the vast gap in thought.

Anyhow, no scientist had predicted that aliens had a custom of having children collect tolls at the entrance of military bases.

“Hmm?” While roaming, Visca suddenly stopped next to a black man, then finally showed a burst of curiosity in his eyes, “This one, give it to me!”

Everyone immediately shifted their gaze, wanting to see what object would meet the value criteria of the aliens, and soon the mystery was solved: a lollipop!

The embarrassed black man immediately tried to hide this shame-inducing object back in his pocket, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, the candy was already snatched away by the nearby Defense Minister who then respectfully handed it to the red-eyed loli.

“Mmm!” The girl with cat-like eyes seemed very satisfied with this “offering,” nodding her tiny head repeatedly, then crunching the lollipop in her mouth, she turned around and walked back.

Simultaneously, two columns of formidable steel soldiers also crisply saluted in unison, following behind Visca to regroup and prepare to head back.

“Wait a minute!” At this moment, the Asian man leading the delegation couldn’t help but shout, “Please wait a moment!”

“What is it? Is there more?” Visca turned his head, blinking his eyes and said, then chewed up the candy in his mouth and swallowed it before stretching out his hand towards the ambassadors, “Then bring it on!”

“No… this… we are human ambassadors from various countries…” The leader’s tone was strained, his face clouded, as he started to recite the script through gritted teeth, “We come with a wish for peace…”

Visca waved his hand impatiently: “Humans, you talk too much, get to the point!”

“We just want a response from you, when can we go in…”

“You can go in now,” Visca said, her face showing surprise, “Didn’t we already open the door for you? There’s an electronic sign inside to guide you.”

Leader: “…Ah?”

“You can just come in.”

“Then… the things you asked us to take out earlier…”

“Because my brother said bosses always drop good loot, so I came to ask you for it!”

The leader’s tone now carried a hint of a crying voice, “So, it wasn’t a toll?”

Visca shook her head vigorously, “Of course not, the toll booth is on the other side. I was just casually asking you for candy!”

The ambassadors from various countries broke free from their petrified state, exchanged glances, and then fell into a long-lasting paleness.

“Ha ha…”

Inside the central command center of the base, the two emperors laughed hysterically, Visca was so talented!

“Sweetie, are we being a bit too much with this…haha?”

I said, gasping for air.

Sandora, nestled in my arms, laughed so hard she nearly cramped, barely catching her breath, “Hmph! They deserve it! We’re here to save their world, and they use radar detection and bring armies of escorts. I just don’t like the look of them!”

That’s why it’s said, “Oppose humanity, never mess with women.” You can’t take Sandora seriously when she gets moody, or you’ve lost!

A few minutes later, the ambassadors, well-tortured by Visca, finally entered the base, led by an electronic sign towards the command center next to the Mother Nest. Despite their best efforts to remain composed, they couldn’t help but reveal expressions like country bumpkins entering the city for the first time. Speaking of when I first saw Bubbles build a house, I had the same expression too!

Eventually, the ambassadors were led to a circular meeting room in the command center, where I had been waiting. Sandora, displaying a dignified smile, sat next to me, and Visca was nestled in my arms, sound asleep.

Visca, sleeping with snot bubbles formed, together with the heavily armed Terminator-esque Xyrin soldiers around, created an utterly bizarre atmosphere in the meeting room.

Ambassadors of various skin colors and attire entered the futuristic-style meeting room with a nervous undertone, maintaining a composed expression while covertly examining the mysterious devices around them. Due to the primer that Visca had given them earlier, when they saw Sandora and me, these ambassadors, already prepared for contact with aliens, didn’t show much surprise. Sorry for not having a big head like ET.

After all the ambassadors entered the meeting room, they did not rashly take their seats, evidently worried about violating some unknown “alien etiquette.” Seeing this, I immediately got up and warmly greeted them, “Feel free to sit anywhere, make yourselves comfortable…” (To be continued. If you want to know what happens next, please visit www.NovelFire.net. More chapters are available there, support the author, support genuine reading!)

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