Xyrin Empire
Chapter 402 - Chapter 402 Chapter 402 A Series of Events After Returning

Chapter 402: Chapter 402: A Series of Events After Returning Home Chapter 402: Chapter 402: A Series of Events After Returning Home After a string of speechlessly frustrating misunderstandings and counter-misunderstandings, I finally managed to salvage part of the severely warped image that Silvia had concocted of me. When the heck did I fail to notice that Bubbles had such a nasty side? Speaking of which, has she recently been watching those weird cartoons again? Maybe engaging in strange stuff like magic girl series has led to some spiritual suppression or something…

Thank goodness Sylvanas had already returned directly to Dark City through the space portal of the Time-Space Management Center, or else my image might have collapsed all the way to Azeroth.

“Sivis, what’s the situation at the base right now? How’s the progress on the new residential area construction?”

As I left the Space-Time Management Center, I carried Little Baobao, who had hypnotized herself into a constant temperature pillow and was adamantly unwilling to let go of “Daddy,” while asking the scrupulous Deputy Officer leading the way in front.

As the de facto highest think tank of the Pandora Heavy Equipment Corps, known as Pandora’s external-type thought circuit, Sivis was indeed much more reliable than someone whose only thoughts were war and conquering the world. Although Shadow City was essentially a space created by Pandora, the construction and such had always been managed by Sivis.

If Pandora were to take it on herself, she’d probably stuff every residential area with nuclear missile silos or something…

“Report to the Commander, everything is normal inside the base. The armaments facility and the Imperial Army expansion project have already entered the second phase in accordance with the joint directives issued by you and Emperor Sandora. We’ve also commenced Abyss Energy scans on adjacent worlds. Additionally, in Shadow Space, the construction of the new residential area is nearing completion. However, to accommodate the unique nature of carbon-based life, many additional facilities suited for Earthling use have been added to the residential area. The blueprints of the buildings had to be reconsidered, causing some delays to the overall project. But since Shadow City itself is the projection of a complete city, the living situation of the new residents is not affected.”

Sivis’s mention of new residents naturally referred to the over ten thousand Sister Misakas I had brought over, which of course included the last arrivals, Misaka 20001 and Ling Ke… and, uh, Yifang’s group. Soon, Sylvanas would become one of them too. Shadow City was finally no longer just serving as an Imperial military fortress. It was beginning to fulfill more of its potential, like now, part of it had already started to become a residential zone for Dimensional Travelers.

Damn it, I harbor such a grudge against the term ‘Dimensional Travelers’! Hmph, Yifang, now you’re finally one of them too!

Originally, the city’s blueprint, the real-world K City, was a rather massive modern metropolis. Needless to say about its size, apart from the Imperial Base in the city center (thanks to space-folding technology, most of the massive industrial factories within the base actually only had one visible entrance/exit, so they didn’t take up much space), and the World Tree that covered half of the southern part of the city, there was enough space remaining to accommodate several hundred thousand residents. The over ten thousand Sister Misakas would fit just fine in a new residential zone.

But although Shadow City already possessed buildings projected from the real K City, the new homes for these Sister Misakas still needed to be built. As for why…

After all, a projection is only a projection. Using power similar to Fake Law to copy “existences” from the real world, such created things were naturally different from real material existences. To put it plainly, they were quite prone to “supernatural events.” For example, if you slept in a bedroom here, you might wake up to find yourself on the living room carpet, the wall in front of you suddenly turns into a mirror, or red… cough… stuff comes out of the tap at midnight instead of water. To avoid scaring the sisters, these unstable structures obviously couldn’t be used for living.

Therefore, Shadow City has already started a large-scale reconstruction project–the group of builders who were bored to death tending to plants and flowers finally had something to do.

Since I had to check the current operational state of this world, Dingdang had gone back to her temple ahead of time, and my sister and Lin Xue couldn’t wait to return home. As soon as they left the Space-Time Management Center, they went straight back to the outer world. The others also had their own matters to attend to, leaving only Qianqian and Pandora accompanying me to the Sister Misakas’ residential district–of course, including the little girl still hanging around my neck, fancying herself as a constant temperature pillow.

Speaking of which, Pandora, as the theoretical highest authority of this base, do you really think it’s okay to claim you’re idle and to wander around with some overly energetic lady instead of working? Didn’t you see how troubled Sivis’s face looked? Even Visca the little madwoman knows she should help with the Star Ring Fragment resettlements first, you the most irresponsible General in the world!

“Ah! It’s that mysterious Dimensional Empire Leader! Misaka Misaka thought about greeting properly but still tried to draw attention in this way.”

A childish call suddenly came from behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to guess who was speaking. As for that rather rude “mysterious Dimensional Empire Leader,” I’m not going to seriously complain.

“Hey there, little Misaka.” I turned around, greeted the smaller Misaka Mikoto who had run up to me with a smile. At the same time, Little Baobao clinging to me started waving her hands and greeted her too, babbling away.

“Haha! Little Baobao, what are you doing hanging out with the Otherworldly Big Brother? Misaka Misaka said with a voice filled with surprise and excitement, jumping up and down.”

Hmm? Did the two of them become friends? That’s quite possible, given that Little Baobao doesn’t have many peers to play with, and Little Misaka was a newcomer to Shadow City. Two similar little lolis usually become friends when they meet, unless they cutely clash with each other.

“In fact, I’m her father.” After a silent sigh, I tried to muster up a stern fatherly expression, and after lightly patting Little Baobao’s head, I said so.

The smaller Misaka Mikoto immediately widened her eyes, and even the antenna-like strand of hair on her head stood straight up in an instant, “Oh?! That is really big news! So the Otherworldly Big Brother is actually an Otherworldly Uncle? Misaka Misaka displayed a shocked expression while analyzing seriously.”

Hey! There’s only so much a person can take, I’m telling you!

“Um… are you intentionally ignoring someone right in front of you…” While I was busy chatting with Little Misaka, a certain humanoid figure standing next to her finally couldn’t hold back and spoke up.

“Oh, One-Way Street, when did you get here?”

One-Way Street: “…”

“Alright, alright, enough joking around. How are you finding it living here? Getting used to it yet?”

Yifang Lolicon, about to blow his top, immediately changed his expression upon hearing this. I noticed his personality seemed to have changed quite a bit. Was it because he had left behind the dark side of Academy City and glimpsed a new life?

“It’s alright,” One-Way Street replied, hands in his pockets, looking around at the new buildings, “At least it’s a lot better than that haunted place before. Your Imperial Soldiers are much safer than I expected and there are no annoying insects to bother–now the kid can roam outside without worry.”

Though his tone was casual, we could all hear that his final point was what mattered most to him.

“But, but… But it’s really too quiet here! There are only the armies and the lower-level Sister Misakas! And this person doesn’t want to accompany Misaka Misaka to the Second District! Misaka Misaka protested vigorously, waving her arms to emphasize her point.”

“Ugh, the Second District…” One-Way Street curled his lip and muttered quietly, turning his head, “A person like me should really never appear there, right?”

“Don’t worry! The lower-level Misakas said you can go!”

Listening to the exchange between Little Misaka and One-Way Street, I roughly understood what this Second District was–it must be where most of the Sister Misakas lived. Clearly, One-Way Street had made it his forbidden zone, off limits from encroaching on his sisters’ lives again, right?

I had nothing to say about such a decision. It was his own affair, and I believed that with his lolis’ help, this Lolicon would eventually welcome a bright new life… Ahem, okay, that’s not what I should be considering right now.

Regarding the “too quiet” mentioned by Little Misaka, that seemed to be another point worth paying attention to.

Shadow City was, after all, merely a space set up for our army to have a base, and we never intended it to become a city inhabited by citizens from the start. Now, apart from the Imperial Army’s fortress in the city center, all other places are empty cities with no one around. Just think, a city that should be bustling with activity, with traces of human habitation everywhere, even the remnants of half-eaten meals in the restaurants by the road and graffiti in the corners that say ‘so-and-so was here,’ but not a soul in sight, everything as quiet and still as a reflection in the water, and at midnight, only the flickering neon lights reflecting on the empty streets… In such a place, if you told me it was for filming Elm Street, I might just believe you.

The district where the Sister Misakas live might be a bit livelier, but with over ten thousand residents who are identical clones, even their lifestyles, clothing, walking postures are indistinguishably the same, as if the streets are filled with generic-faced NPCs. Of course, they themselves don’t feel anything, but… to outsiders, it looks quite creepy.

A sound city is not just about piling up houses.

Improving the city’s living facilities and increasing its vitality are equally important things. Moreover, the Sister Misakas, who were once “tools” without their own thoughts, may think that life is just about eating and sleeping, but they may soon realize they have emotions, and then we might have to consider adding a construction plan for a theme park… Hmm, if possible, I’d also like to have a school, a stadium, an outdoor swimming pool, a department store. After the sisters gradually develop their own personalities and preferences, we might need even more things, like a music store, an observatory, a library…

“And a war chariot rental shop…” Pandora interjected from the side.

“Right, right, a war chariot… as if! No normal Loli would be interested in that kind of thing other than you!”

“Ah Jun, what on Earth are you thinking?” Qianqian, hearing my thoughts accidentally slip out loud, immediately leaned in with a face full of gossip.

“A port connecting world to world, a city in the crevice between planes,” I clapped my hands lightly, “Now that the Space-Time Management Center has acquired the function of the World Gate, it’s foreseeable that this will become a hub for Otherworldly People in the future. I want to build this place into a Time-Space Inn with branches in every world… How about we call this place Fantasy Country?”

Qianqian blinked her eyes and finally surrendered in admiration, “You’re ruthless…”

And then, just as I predicted, three seconds later, the super energetic girl began her whirlwind of thoughts: “But it does sound fun! Then we can also establish something called the Time-Space Administration, collecting Magic Girls from all dimensions, setting up a transmigrator registration office, specifically to provide temporary residence permits for passing Ultraman and Long Aotian. We should hurry up with work permits for Yukari Yakumo and Yi Yuan Youzi. Do we need to redesign the apartment buildings for Megatron and his lot? Is it necessary to build the Twelve Houses in the sky on the east side? What if EVA and Gundam start fighting when living together? Can Boli Lingmeng, the God of City Management, mediate the battle between Mercury Lamp and Bashen An? Ah… there are simply too many headache-inducing matters, I can’t even sort them out all at once, Ah Jun, Ah Jun, building a city surely requires a lot of thought…”

In fact, I was already facepalming, collapsing to the ground and rolling in despair half-way through her ramble…

Indeed, compared to Qianqian’s brain, which seemed to have no steering wheel whatsoever, the rest of us mortals have imaginations that are weaker than a level 5 weakling!!

After I managed to erase the chaotic and utterly impossible worldview that Qianqian had concocted, the first thing I did was to instruct my people to adjust the construction policy for the Sister Misakas’ residential area, adding many leisure facilities that were previously ignored as meaningless in Sivis’ eyes. Then, it was time to start dismantling all the existing projection buildings in Shadow K City, while adding a new energy supply module to expand the entire Shadow Space area. On this unprecedentedly large homestead, I planned to build a comprehensive district that accommodates the habits of residents from various worlds.

Then, Qianqian enthusiastically snatched up this job, treating it like playing a city simulation game.

After arranging everything, I led Qianqian and Pandora out of Shadow City.

But the moment I returned to the outside world, before I could even get a clear view of the living room that I hadn’t seen in a long time, I felt a chill ripple through my body: It felt as if something cool and ghostly was weaving through all my limbs.

“Ah! Sorry, Master, I got too excited and fell over while bowing.”

And you just went straight through your own master’s body? It’s okay, I’m actually used to such supernatural occurrences by now.

Because she was so excited to finally see her master coming home, the clumsy little ghost maid frantically adjusted her dress before standing respectfully in front of me again. With her hands crossed over her lower abdomen, she leaned forward gracefully, performing a perfect maidservant’s curtsy.

“Welcome home, Master.”

Anwina’s ethereal and soft voice was a long-missed balm to my ears. At the sound, a joyous smile spread across my face; in that moment, I felt… felt as though someone had viciously twisted my lower back at least 180 degrees.

Qianqian, Qianqian, I was wrong, I truly was, but… but I’m really losing blood here!

It seemed that this time I had indeed been gone too long. Perhaps it was also due to the successive interdimensional communications, which had weakened the temporal separation effect between the two worlds. Even Anwina, the ghost who always adhered to “the world’s most perfect maid service standard,” and who always seemed so composed and polite, displayed such a degree of excitement at our reunion. Honestly, beyond being moved, I also felt a bit ashamed.

Maybe I should have found a chance to come home sooner.

However, such reflections were short-lived, as within minutes I had no further opportunity to ponder the matter.

“To welcome the master home from a tiresome journey, as a qualified maid, I must present the most lavish home banquet to entertain the master!”

Those were Anwina’s exact words.

But don’t you think the table in front of us is a bit too extravagant for a family banquet? Little Baobao was just now practicing her sprinting along the table! Dingdang had to set up a little telescope at this end just to spot the fruit salad at the other end! When I walked in, I nearly thought you were planning to gather the entire Imperial Army for a meal!

And, most importantly of all–how exactly did you manage to prepare this horrifying amount of food all at once and get it into the dining room? You must have even utilized space-expanding equipment, right? Even after such a long separation, couldn’t you have kept a bit of basic sanity, you silly luminescent fool!

Faced with my barrage of complaints and questions, Anwina just responded with full confidence, “These are the essential skills a qualified maid must master!”

Me: “…”

What kind of formidable creature Anwina envisions as the perfect maid is beyond us. Just from what we see now, the qualifications appear to include mastering over a hundred different fighting techniques, being able to retrieve two Uzis from beneath the skirt of a maid costume at a moment’s notice, cleaning a room as large as a castle between camera cuts, effortlessly piloting any mode of transportation the master might use, including a space warship, having eyes that can shoot death rays, a ribbon on the back that can attack like a tentacle, possessing remarkable dynamic vision, and being able to mobilize a group army of black-clothed people when necessary. One must also learn to temporarily stop time when needed, produce up to a dozen knives for a barrage attack, and have the incredible efficiency in cooking that would be required to feed someone like Glutton, a ravenous mistress. Apart from naturally being unable to perform the essential maid duty of warming a bed due to her lower-than-normal body temperature, Anwina was currently making an effort to train in all the mentioned skills.

She’s damn well like a red-horned Ultraman in a maid costume!

Faced with Anwina’s overwhelming enthusiasm and the even more massive scale of the “family banquet,” I was under immense pressure. But opposite me, a certain queen… seemed to have gone ecstatic with joy.

“Ah–Jun!! Can I really eat all of this? Am I actually going to have a full meal today?”

You see, now I’m under even more pressure…(To be continued. For what happens next, please visit www.NovelFire.net. More chapters are available, support the author, support genuine reading!)

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