Xyrin Empire
Chapter 384 - Chapter 384 Chapter 384 Fancy Some Helium-3

Chapter 384: Chapter 384: Fancy Some Helium-3? Chapter 384: Chapter 384: Fancy Some Helium-3? After obtaining Silvia’s energy sample, the Xyrin Hosts simulated several outside stimuli that could induce a severe reaction; unsurprisingly, various search-type magic techniques were the first on the list.

Astrology, Search Skill, Tracking Magic; of course, it also included Girl Lin’s Prediction Ability. It seems that no matter what type of energy it is, whether it’s Magic, Superpower, or even Lin Xue’s pseudo-law ability of reversing cause and effect, as long as it’s external prying, it would lead to Silvia involuntarily triggering her Talent Ability. That’s why Stier’s astrology was interrupted at the last step by the sudden emergence of an Energy Vacuum, and why Lin Xue’s predictions could never apply to Silvia–her visions were always void.

The second type of effective external stimulus was somewhat unexpected to me; it turned out to be augmentative effects such as Holy Light, Life Divine Power, and various blessings. These positive effects, when applied to Silvia, also suddenly became an Energy Vacuum, and even the spellcasters themselves could be subjected to backlash. If Silvia’s Talent was for self-protection, then this kind of reaction was a bit strange.

However, upon seeing this report, Big Sister hypothesized that it might be due to the residual attributes of Abyss Energy. For Silvia, who once was a Fallen Apostle, those things linked to Divine Energy were undoubtedly a great threat to the Abyss Energy within her. Preventing their entry was only natural. Perhaps, when she was Bellavilla, she could avoid this defect by her own will, but now that Bellavilla’s soul had vanished, her Talent could only operate on instinct.

The third effective stimulus was vaguely described as “non-voluntary emission of self-energy.”

Seriously, can’t these scientists use language I can understand? Writing all this technical jargon is just plain aggravating, right?

Lin Xue perused the shiny information screen for several minutes, finally figuring out the meaning of the long-winded professional descriptions underneath it, and immediately showed off to me with pride: “It’s just the forceful borrowing of Silvia’s power without her consent. It’s really simple, you dummy.”

I smacked this guy on the forehead: “Explain it clearly.”

Lin Xue organized her words and spoke eloquently, “In other words, if you want to use Silvia’s power for something and the borrowing process does not gain her consent, such an action will be considered a threat, thereby triggering an Energy Vacuum. It seems that researchers attempting to clone Silvia’s ability encountered a similar situation, thereby discovering this point… Wood, what are you thinking?”

“Aresta’s former plan,” I said, tapping my forehead with a finger.

As an “Angel,” Silvia purposely allowed herself to be captured by the Roman Orthodox. The original intention was clear.

Lin Xue set aside the information screen and walked circles in the hall, “If Silvia, as an Angel, was captured by people from the Roman Orthodox, the latter would undoubtedly attempt to obtain her power and use it in the most crucial place. Ignorant of the true situation, the Roman Orthodox would surely suffer disaster–just imagine the result of the Adriatic Sea Queen’s peak moment being shot when the magic core, being used as targeting equipment, suddenly disappears. In a good scenario, the entire Queen’s Fleet would crumble; and in the worst case, the entire magic formula might backfire, possibly leading to the disappearance of the Magic Side. No matter where they ‘use’ Silvia, her very presence could trigger a collapse of their spells, bringing nothing but calamity to the Roman Orthodox.”

Continuing, I spoke, “Moreover, they can only swallow their teeth in silence. If they lose control while borrowing an Angel’s power, I do not believe the Roman Orthodox would dare speak out about it.”

“So why did Aresta abandon this ingenious plan at the last moment?” Lin Xue frowned, clearly puzzled.

“If we didn’t get involved, the Roman Orthodox might have been crippled by Silvia by now–although it seems our meddling achieved the same effect.”

“Exactly, as you put it,” something vaguely dawned on me, “Our involvement is also capable of dealing a heavy blow to the Roman Orthodox, essentially fulfilling Aresta’s original purpose. But at the same time, the old fox spared Silvia, his trump card, getting the best deal without spending a dime. He surely is greedy enough; and you bet, that old-timer is even calculating whether we Outsiders, uncontrollable elements, might just drop dead due to a sudden Energy Vacuum while studying Silvia’s ability. Even if no accidents happen, causing us trouble or testing our capabilities in this way, is still something he’d like to see, thus killing two birds with one stone.”

Aresta, you’re truly cunning. Indeed, if we weren’t Xyrin Apostles, if we really knew nothing about Silvia and lacked the technology to analyze her, such an unpredictable bomb could certainly serve as a “proper warning” for you. I believe even the Saints or LEVEL 5s of this world, at a critical moment when their power was activated, would undoubtedly face a life-or-death situation if suddenly plunged into an Energy Vacuum. The larger the power, the more precise the control required. It’s like Chernobyl back in the day, though that might not be the exact reason… huh, how did I end up talking about nuclear power plants?

But now, oh tragic Tube-Man, your actions amounted to little more than delivering us a grand gift. I really want to see how long Aresta can hold out.

In order to test Aresta’s endurance, over the next few days we completely abandoned interfering with the research institute’s sky stalling lines and began experimenting with Silvia’s abilities instead. Since Tsuruya couldn’t come over due to school matters these days, it was perfect timing to throw all the idle researchers into the study of the energy vacuum effect. It’s necessary to mention a thing or two about Silvia’s intelligence here–this girl still thinks we’re just giving her a regular health checkup!

I nearly felt guilty tricking her!

“Silvia, how are you feeling today?”

On a sunny afternoon, as Qianqian and I were taking a stroll on the grass behind the research institute, we bumped into Silvia who was basking on a bench in the sun. Narrowing her eyes slightly, she turned her head upon hearing us and displayed a warm smile, “Ah, I feel very good–Life here is so reassuring–And I don’t have to worry about living expenses…”

This was a bitterly sweet happiness index for you, dummy Fallen Apostle.

Looking at the girl before me who seemed so blissfully happy for just getting a free meal, I still couldn’t believe she used to be a cunning and vicious Fallen Apostle.

By now, even Visca had completely accepted that the “Bellavilla Sister” from the past was gone, and aside from the occasional small talk with her, Visca no longer brought up anything about Bellavilla in front of Silvia. This eased my mind as her attachment to her past life was apparently limited to a beautiful memory. Everything had passed, and she had let go.

“Even though life is comfortable here–“Silvia suddenly spoke up after a moment of silence, her voice leisurely, “But if I don’t return to the shop… won’t I be causing trouble for everyone? I still haven’t paid last month’s rent…”

If only all Fallen Apostles could be this harmonious, I wouldn’t have to work myself to the bone, dammit!

“Don’t worry,” Qianqian sat down beside her, “we’ve already contacted the higher-ups in Academy City. For now, you’ll be listed under our research institute’s name, and you can just stay with us from now on.”

“Oh, is that how it is?”

Silvia nodded her head as if enlightened, without another word.

At least give me a look of surprise, dammit! You should at least be curious about what grounds a regular person can be listed under the employ of a research institution, right? Don’t just accept everything we say as if it were the absolute truth, idiot!

Why do I have this frustrating feeling as if I’m dealing with Alaya? Are these two’s IQ levels really on the same plane?

At that moment, a familiar set of forceful footsteps approached from behind. Turning my head, I saw Vis, wearing the uniform of the institute’s guard, striding toward us.

“Vis? What’s going on?”

Seeing the chilly beauty’s serious expression, I couldn’t help but ask curiously.

Vis snapped a military salute at Qianqian and me, then hesitated before turning her gaze to Silvia, who opened her puzzled and innocent eyes wide. The natural ditz and the weapon girl held a tenacious stare-off.

Qianqian and I said in unison, “Just speak, pretend she’s not here.”

Scorpion Sister immediately looked at Silvia with sympathy, then loudly reported, “Report, Commander! The retrieval of the Misaka Clone is nearing completion, but an unexpected situation has occurred!”

“What?” Qianqian and I exclaimed in unison.

“Individual number Misaka-20001, the Last Order of the Misaka Clone, retrieval has failed. The target is now with a human known as One-Way Street and has refused our retrieval!”

Qianqian and I looked at each other, both surprised. “How did they meet? Isn’t One-Way Street… Damn, miscalculated.”

We indeed stopped the continuation of the “Absolute Ability Plan,” but the problem was we did not prevent One-Way Street from meeting Misaka 20001!

Destiny? Or the arrangement of some old fox? Regardless of which one it was, the situation now was that everything was still following the original plot. Yifang Lolicon successfully encountered the little loli Misaka, an indulgent and shameless day between a loli fan and a little loli was about to unfold. Apart from One-Way Street being a lucky guy who seemed to have successfully solved the virus in Last Order’s brain and avoided the loss of abilities, everything was inevitably proceeding according to some old fox’s script.

This was not part of my plan.

“Are those two together right now?”

Rubbing my throbbing forehead, I asked calmly.

Scorpion Sister nodded, “Currently, it seems that One-Way Street is taking care of Last Order. The relationship between the two has become quite close, which is evident from Last Order’s direct refusal of our retrieval.”

Hearing Vega mention “retrieval” for the second time, I immediately became worried, “You didn’t resort to violent methods, did you?”

She quickly shook her head, “Of course not. Everything was carried out according to your orders. Each Sister Misaka was guided to Shadow City in a very gentle manner, and we arranged the best living conditions and suitable entertainment for them. Last Order also roughly knows this through the Misaka Network; hence, she did not show resistance to our people, merely an unwillingness to leave One-Way Street’s side.”

That makes things a bit difficult. If it was just about guiding more than ten thousand Sister Misakas to a city in this world, that would be one thing. But now we’re sending them to Shadow City–although we are currently just letting them go there in batches to experience life, they will eventually settle down there. This means that Last Order must be guided there as well.

The Misaka Network is not the Xyrin Host; they do not have the ability to cross dimensions with Bluetooth. Once the entire Misaka Network is moved to Shadow City, the Last Order remaining in this world will lose its purpose. Aresta is definitely not a philanthropist; without the value of controlling the Misaka Network, even the Artificial Angel might be shelved. What position would Misaka 20001 then be placed in?

Just relying on One-Way Street–okay, I admit his desire to protect Last Order and his strength, but what can a single level 5 really accomplish?

“Where are they now?”

Without delay, I immediately stood up and asked.

Vega blinked, searched for the relevant information from the information network, and reported a location to me. However, Scorpion Sister suggested that it would be better for me to send someone to bring them to the research facility; this would appear more assertive, which I don’t usually care about. But seeing Qianqian also nodding in agreement, I went ahead and agreed.

“Who is nearby?” I asked. Although I could also use the information network, the complexity of using it really wasn’t for someone technologically challenged like me. Once, on a whim, I shared my vision with Sandora, and I almost went crazy from a world that was a 360-degree panoramic view segmented into one hundred twenty-two distinct levels of depth and thirty-seven states of perception.

“Zuotian Tearful Commander can arrive within one minute. She has been notified.”

“Ugh, has the Military Department openly conscripted that girl?”

When the command center issued the order, Tsuruya was walking with Misaka Mikoto on a pedestrian street. Although it was a rest day, her status as a Disciplinary Committee member and the recent resolution of the Fantasy Master incident meant Bai Jing Heizi and Chichun Shili were both busy assisting with security work in Academy City, leaving the similarly idle and bored Tsuruya and Misaka to go out shopping together.

“Ah, what a leisurely afternoon,” proclaimed the always energetic Tsuruya, seemingly indifferent to the blazing sun overhead as she stretched lazily and sighed contentedly. On the other hand, Mikoto was dripping with sweat, as if she was about to be steamed dry, and wiping her forehead she complained, “If only it weren’t for this scorching sun… Ah, I really miss the air conditioning back in the bookstore…”

Tsuruya chuckled unnaturally. No matter how you looked at it, this behavior of browsing king-sized books in a music store while coincidentally mooching off the air conditioning didn’t seem fitting for the Miss of Toukan Platform, did it?

“Speaking of which, I didn’t expect to really be able to invite Misaka to come out. I thought that on such a day off, the Miss should be behaving herself, staying in her room reading poetry, practicing flower arrangement, and tea ceremony.”

“I didn’t expect a commander employed by the Other Dimension Brigade to accompany me on her day off to browse king-sized books either…”

Hearing Mikoto’s teasing, Tsuruya immediately felt awkward, “This… It was just an accident… Eh?”

“What’s wrong, Tsuruya?”

Mikoto asked anxiously, but the latter blinked and said, “Looks like you’ve cursed it, a task from the superiors.”

Calling One-Way Street over was easier than imagined, even though he appeared to be notoriously non-cooperative with violence, but it seemed that the last barrage from Visca and the mysterious, dangerous Imperial Soldiers had left a deep impression on him. Thus, as soon as he saw Tsuruya, once having appeared as an Imperial Officer, without any nonsense, One-Way Street agreed to her request and brought Last Order with him to the research institute.

The only unexpected occurrence was that Misaka Mikoto had followed along too–when we met in the underground area of the research institute, the scene we saw was this: Tsuruya, dressed in an Imperial military uniform, sat in the middle a bit helplessly, beside her was a visibly impatient One-Way Street, and on the other side, was a silent, head-bowed Misaka Mikoto. The oppressive atmosphere permeated the entire room, while not far off was a small girl, curiously looking around. She wore a white robe resembling that of a researcher and her appearance was like a younger Misaka. The smallness of the room made their cold and warm fronts as distinct as if divided into temperate, frigid, and subtropical zones.

“Director Brother!”

Seeing my arrival, Tsuruya finally saw her savior, she got up from the two hostile individuals generating low pressure, hurried over in a few steps, and reached out–

Fortunately, I stopped her before she could display the Nazi salute.

“Take a seat, everyone,” I called out warmly, inviting them to sit down, while also firmly planting Tsuruya back on the sofa, “Since everyone is here now, we can speak openly.”

An elite Scorpion soldier, arranged here by Vega to listen to orders, served us coffee and carefully placed it in front of each one of us. However, when reaching Tsuruya’s side, they hesitated at the sight of the silver-white Commander Battle Robe and ultimately pulled out a suspiciously sealed metal cylinder, “How about some Helium-3?”

Tsuruya was horrified and waved her hands frantically, “No, no, no, coffee is just fine for me…”

…I knew that the soldiers trained by that senseless Scorpion would all be the same!

However, this unreliable Scorpion Soldier successfully eased the tense atmosphere a bit, and even Misaka’s shoulders trembled slightly. Seizing this opportunity, I went straight to the point, “The reason I’ve called you here today is mainly to resolve one thing: the tail-end work of the Absolute Ability Project, in other words, how we will deal with Mikoto’s clone sisters.”

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