Xyrin Empire
Chapter 350 - Chapter 350 Chapter 350 Bubbles Dont Be Impulsive

Chapter 350: Chapter 350 Bubbles, Don’t Be Impulsive Chapter 350: Chapter 350 Bubbles, Don’t Be Impulsive Under the streetlamp less than twenty meters away, a somewhat startled girl was curiously looking at us.

From her appearance, she seemed to be a middle school student, with black, soft, shiny hair and a cute, beautiful face, wearing a pretty light pink long dress–this world and ours seem to have quite a time difference.

“Yo!”

After a long holdup, I managed to squeak out such a greeting.

“Ah Jun… that’s so uncreative.”

Beside me, Qianqian covered her face and sighed deeply.

When I waved, the girl across from us first froze, then looked around blankly before walking over curiously after finding no one else around. She pointed at the tip of her nose with her index finger.

“Are you calling me?”

This reaction, well, it didn’t really seem like someone who was scared by the sudden appearance of a group of people. Was she too calm?

We, who had prepared for the girl’s panic or even shouting, and had even begun to discuss the corresponding contingency plans, were somewhat at a loss due to this girl’s overly calm demeanor. Could it be in this high-energy world, people popping out of thin air was quite a common natural phenomenon?

“Ah, it’s nothing, sorry, did we scare you?”

Big Sister flashed her signature healing smile and said to the girl before us.

“Ah, it’s okay, it’s okay!” The black-haired girl waved her hands frantically, reacting so strongly that we were all a bit unaccustomed. “It’s just that there are rarely Superpower Users around here, let alone Advanced ones; it was quite shocking.”

Indeed, a high-energy world, where Superpower Users running around everywhere really was a natural phenomenon!

Hearing the girl’s explanation, we all heaved a sigh of relief. At least, this meant that the two dangerous little ones didn’t need to consider unpleasant things like silencing someone.

“Ahaha…” I scratched my head, chuckling meaninglessly as I spoke, “Excuse me, could you tell us where we are? We seem to have had a small problem during an Ability experiment and ended up somewhere unfamiliar…”

Qianqian interjected through our Spiritual Connection: “You’ve got some nerve!”

The black-haired girl in front of us then exclaimed softly, “Ah, that can be very dangerous!”

Qianqian cried out in my mind: “She’s actually believing it!”

“If your Ability is out of control, that can be quite serious. You should quickly find a teacher–hmm, you don’t look like students from around here. This is… ah, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Zuotian Tsuruya, and I’m a student from nearby…”

“I feel like this name is very familiar,” I initiated a discussion on the mental level immediately, “Does anyone remember?”

“This is significant, could we have crossed into another world that has a projectional relationship with Earth? Like Azeroth last time?”

“I remember the name too, Ah Jun, why don’t you ask Bubbles?”

Qianqian’s suggestion was an epiphany for me. I immediately telepathically connected to Bubbles. At the moment the connection was established, I seemed to hear many suspicious sounds.

“Bubbles, stop watching cartoons. Check a name in the database for me, ‘Zuotian Tsuruya.’ She might be a major character in a world that has been active in Earth’s media recently. Her characteristics are… black long straight hair, age…”

Before I could finish, Bubbles’ excited voice rang throughout my Spirit Sea: “Zuotian Tsuruya!? That popular black long straight-haired character? Super Electromagnetic Cannon! You guys aren’t in the Magic Prohibition world, are you? Oh my! So jealous, envious, and hateful! Wait, Big Sister, I need to prepare… no, no need to prepare! I’ll come right over with the kids and the Host Guard Soldiers! To hell with anyone who bullies Miss Cannon! The tech flow from the Xyrin Host is the only truth that can save the world!”

“Bubbles! Bubbles, calm down!” I was shocked upon hearing her ready to air-drop the Bubbles Group Army over here. It seemed that this Zuotian Tsuruya was indeed an important “character” from a world that had a projectional relationship with Earth, and according to the highly excited reaction of a perennial otaku Little Loli, she must be an anime character. I knew Bubbles’ hobbies; if she was this excited, the most likely cause would be anime or games, and her favorite games were strategy and shooting types. Since we had been standing here for so long without seeing Gangdamu and the Terminator, it seemed we could rule out a gaming world.

My urgent plea finally calmed down the excited little otaku, at least she didn’t materialize a spectacular scene of an entire Xyrin Host regiment descending from the sky. If I remembered correctly, Bubbles was currently responsible for decomposing the Star Ring Fragment research data; she definitely couldn’t be running about aimlessly in the near future.

“Alright, Bubbles, after you’ve completed your work over there, we’ll have you come over,” Big Sister soothed the otaku girl who because of work couldn’t come, “After all, you’ve recorded the coordinates. Now, compile the relevant data about this world and send it to us.”

“Oh.”

Bubbles was still in a low mood. I could almost visualize her enshrouded in a cloud of gloom as a comprehensive and detailed set of data was sent to our minds, the document titled with the eye-catching “Bubbles presents with tears.”

“That… um…”

The sudden voice beside us snapped me back to reality. It turned out that in the commotion with the kids’ mother, we had neglected our fellow student Zuotian Tsuruya.

Even if the exchanges at the mental level were fast, a group of people falling into a daze for more than a dozen seconds straight was odd enough.

“May I ask, what happened?”

Seeing us regain our senses, Zuotian Tsuruya asked in a somewhat odd tone, apparently thinking we were a bunch of weirdos.

I quickly gestured with my hands: “Ah, nothing, nothing, we just collectively remembered where we came from and where we were going. We’re really sorry for taking up your time, hahaha…”

Qianqian: “Don’t say such a lame excuse aloud!”

Zuotian Tsuruya forced a smile, seemingly relieved, “Is that so, that’s great. Getting lost here would be quite troublesome.”

Qianqian and my sister were both shocked at the same time: “She believed it again!”

This girl called Zuotian Tsuruya must be preoccupied with something. She believed an excuse that obviously hadn’t been processed by more than three neurons without any hesitation–her attention didn’t seem to be on us.

Before we had a clear understanding of this world, the longer we interacted with the natives, the greater the chance we’d slip up. Therefore, after hurriedly saying goodbye to the girl burdened with thoughts, we left the area.

“Next, it’s time to go through the information Bubbles sent over.”

After finding a secluded spot and having Pandora establish a light-distorting force field, the first thing I thought about was organizing the stuff in my head. At the very least, I needed to figure out where I was.

“However, I think we should change our clothes first,” my sister sighed and then, looking at us who were late to catch on, said, “Although we don’t care about the temperature change, don’t you think it’s pretty weird to wear early winter clothes in early summer?”

That’s why the girl from before had such a complicated expression when she looked at us–I had forgotten about the time difference between the two worlds!

Seeing the dawning realization on mine and Qianqian’s faces, Big Sister let out a helpless sigh and started pulling out clothes from her Personal Space one by one. No wonder she brought so many clothes when we left. She is indeed meticulous. I bet she even prepared a full set of clothes, hats, and shoes suited for all four seasons and various cultural backgrounds from ancient to modern times. If she were to throw us back a few hundred years into Middle Europe, she could probably find us a set of knight’s armor.

“Put these on,” my sister handed us some light summer clothes and then tapped me on the head, “Get out!”

…What a tragedy, sister, girlfriend, little sister. I mean, I think a quick glance shouldn’t be a problem, right? Bubbles and Visca, these two little guys, sometimes even slip into my room before sleeping, attempting to crawl into my bed–right?

“I don’t mind,” Qianqian said with a slight blush, looking down, “but don’t you think it’d be courting disaster to peep at your sister and little sister changing clothes in front of your girlfriend?”

Darling, I’m wrong, please don’t use such a cute expression to say such scary words!

Academy City, arguably the most famous and special place in this world, located in Third New Tokyo… ahem, sorry, got my lines crossed there, is within the Tokyo area, occupying an area equivalent to one-third of the entire Tokyo City. It’s an independent district containing hundreds of schools at all levels and an equal number of research institutions, where they cultivate Superpower Users in the name of scientific research. About eighty percent of the population within are students, each possessing the “Talent” that could possibly make them Power Users. Of course, only a small portion can actually master superpowers and use them; most are just level 0 (Powerless), having a mere “Possibility” but no different from ordinary people. Due to various reasons, this Academy City possesses an almost entirely independent administrative system and even armed forces, along with strict entry checks and a closed-off system to the extent that it wouldn’t be wrong to call it an independent city.

It sounds like a prison, but at the same time, it’s a sanctuary for Superpower Users of this world. This is the average conclusion drawn by Bubbles after compiling all the information about Academy City from Earth.

However, Bubbles’ own evaluation was: such a self-contained “city within a city,” if placed in the Xyrin Colony, would be akin to the kind of “rebel district” that the Imperial Army would bomb more than twenty times a day. Its existence and the necessity of its independence are completely illogical.

Born from a purely militarized social system, Xyrin Apostles certainly differ fundamentally in their way of thinking compared to Earthlings.

Thanks to a supercomputer known as the “Tree Diagram Designer” and the monstrous research capabilities of the entire Academy City, this special city comprised entirely of schools boasts technology nearly thirty years ahead of the outside world. Bubbles emphasized this point in the information she sent. According to her mother’s calculations, if a replicated Xyrin Host were to do the same job, by now, this Academy City would at least have opened many branches in near-Earth orbit. Therefore, Bubbles expressed extreme disdain for that so-called most advanced supercomputer–anyway, I can’t understand why that girl harbors such animosity towards a computer.

Apart from these basic details, Bubbles also delivered an easy-to-understand explanation about the existence of the “magic side” of this world. She analyzed the inevitability of magic from the structural perspective of the world. As a knowledgeable Xyrin Apostle, she expressed her concerns about the opposition between science and magic in this world, and…

Oh, come on! This AI Loli sure added way too much of her personal perspective in this report! Keep your otaku love well hidden in your heart, you quirky little piece of code!

The information Bubbles sent over was incredibly detailed and extensive. It included not just official intelligence but also no less than two TB of various fan-made content. Needless to say, it covered a lot of “plot” as well. However, we just glanced through those pieces and set them aside. Having gone through the severe deviation that was Azeroth, I had come to deeply understand one thing: So-called plot is just an excuse for lazy writers to let their lucky protagonists level up in a seemingly legitimate fashion. But in the painful reality of life, if you trust in plot, you might as well wait to be ground into dumpling stuffing by the wheels of history termed…

Alright, I admit, the real reason I didn’t seriously study the tons of supplementary materials provided by Bubbles was simply because it was too cluttered, making me dizzy and cross-eyed!

“Science and magic in opposition? Seems like a pretty interesting world though.”

Sitting on a bench in a park within a certain district of Academy City, Big Sister and I were online, watching high-definition cartoons and couldn’t help but feel that there was something ironically, gloriously mockable about sitting and researching the overview of the current world so nonchalantly after our transference.

Energetic and itching for action, Qianqian, feeling somewhat dissatisfied, grumbled beside us, “This is so pointless, just like Earth without any futuristic technology thirty years ahead–although we have more sci-fi stuff than that in Shadow City anyhow. What gets me is for a world where the energy level is so much higher than Earth, there isn’t a wild Ultraman in sight, and we haven’t spotted a single Magic God Sword Saint since sitting here. Apart from those silly airships floating above our heads, there are only wind turbines scattered around everywhere. Boring, boring, boring!”

“Alright, alright, stop wishing for chaos,” I said, laughing and crying, to the lively girl who seemed a bit frustrated at not finding any trouble to stir. “It’s been hard enough to catch a break as it is. Let’s just consider this an Otherworld vacation. Before the Star Ring Fragment shows up, we can actually rest for a few days…”

“We’d better find a place to stay before we rest,” I hadn’t finished speaking when Big Sister chimed in, “With Pandora and Vis around, we don’t have to worry about finances or identities, but where are we going to stay? According to this data, Academy City has very strict internal management and is completely closed off to outsiders under normal circumstances. There’s strict traffic control and city surveillance after curfew, and given there’s not typically a need to accommodate outsiders, I doubt they have any commercial hotels or similar facilities…”

Big Sister made a good point, but why does the phrase “With Pandora and Vis around, we don’t have to worry about finances or identities” sound to me like we’re teetering on the edge of committing a crime?

Well, not just teetering, we’re already committing a crime…

Pandora, with a core processing capability equivalent to the combined computing power of all human computers, effortlessly hacked into the internal network of Academy City. In less than fifteen seconds, we had identities, cash, and even the house that Big Sister was worried about…

“Is this blatant intrusion really okay?”

After entering an independent apartment we’d appropriated, Qianqian uttered this to herself with an inappropriate expression on her face.

This place was located on the outskirts of Academy City, belonging to a research institute on the brink of closure. In a city that could be touted as the Holy Land of human science, small-scale research institutions like this were common. Compared to large research institutions backed by powerful families or forces, these smaller ones were often nothing more than vassals or temporary facilities established for short-term goals. Our chosen “Zongcheng Research Institute” was one of the latter. With its original objectives achieved and the main investors believing there was no need for further investment, it had recently been scheduled for abandonment, and the institute was in its final stage of liquidation. Most equipment and facilities had been nearly sold off, and as the main staff left, the associated apartment area had also been abandoned. However, the buildings were still within their usage period and had no plans for demolition; their original owners seemed to be looking for a buyer to recoup some of their remaining value.

I must say, such a corner that had gradually faded from the public eye and seemed not to have drawn much attention in the first place was indeed suitable for ill-intentioned extraterrestrial invaders to make their Evil Headquarters…

With no patience to waste, Pandora casually fabricated an identity for us–a dim-witted overseas tycoon who had invested heavily in several research institutions of Academy City and intended to continue pouring in money, along with his family. I couldn’t even imagine how such a ludicrous premise arose in Pandora’s vastly calculating little brain. But identity and such were all just a veil of smoke; in the face of the little one’s hacker assault, even the identity of Martian visitors coming for a public-funded feast under the guise of cultural exchange could garner a legitimate long-term residency right in Academy City…

Under such an absurd identity, a group of Otherworld Imperial leaders boldly moved into Room 302 on the third floor of an apartment, beginning to scheme… uh-huh, I feel this narrative may not be quite right.

Ah well, before this nonsense identity is unveiled, let’s just let that group of Superwomen do whatever they like…(To be continued. For further updates, please visit www.NovelFire.net. More chapters are available, support the author, support original reading!)