Dimensional Hotel-Chapter 219: A Little Mischief
After a tense yet thrilling commotion, Yu Sheng finally managed to pluck those giggling kids off the cruise missile—yes, missile. Thankfully, nothing went wrong, though Foxy still seemed unsatisfied, and a few children who missed their turn looked disappointed.
“It’s actually pretty safe,” Foxy murmured softly. “I didn’t even let my tails fly that high. And even if someone fell, I’d catch them right away. Back in my hometown, the Cursed Children always play like this…”
“Your hometown’s martial spirit can’t be compared to here!” Yu Sheng stared at her incredulously. “Your kindergarten kids can probably fly on swords already!”
As he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the resting area for the other Cursed Children. Foxy hesitated for a moment, then quickly trotted to catch up, still earnestly explaining, “That’s not true, Benefactor. Back home, they only learn sword-flight in elementary school…”
Yu Sheng nearly stumbled into the ground.
Not far away, the “Fairy Tale” members had seen the commotion clearly. By the time Yu Sheng approached, several Guardians stepped forward to meet him. Snow White wore an amused expression as she reassured him, “There’s no need to worry. We confirmed safety with Miss Foxy beforehand. Her… tail-control is truly remarkable.”
Yu Sheng glanced at these familiar faces, then turned back toward the smiling Fox Girl. He scratched his head, bewildered. “Why do I feel like everyone got close so quickly? The big ones, the little ones—they’re all acting like they’re right at home.”
“This place is better than we ever imagined. It’s almost magical,” said Matchstick, the gentle girl with long, flowing hair. “And we should thank Miss Irene as well. She quickly showed us around, helping the little ones relax. Everyone was nervous at first—after all, we were surrounded by leaking nightmares moments ago, and some are still sleeping in their tents. Irene made sure they were all fine back in the Sheltering Wasteland.”
“Really? She’s pretty reliable then,” Yu Sheng chuckled softly, glancing around. “Where’s Irene, anyway?”
Just as he asked, the sharp scream of the little doll came from behind. “Yu Sheng, you jerk! How dare you even ask—come help me!”
Yu Sheng turned and saw Irene being chased by another pack of kids. Clearly, these were different from the first batch, who were now happily chasing King the tabby cat all over the hills.
As Irene dashed by, Yu Sheng swiftly grabbed her and hoisted her into the air, facing the laughing mob of kids. “Alright, alright, settle down. Irene Big Sister is tired. Let her rest.”
The children obediently dispersed.
Yu Sheng sighed helplessly, glancing at the doll now draped limply over his shoulder. “Was that really necessary? You couldn’t handle a bunch of six- and seven-year-olds? What about your incredible magic, super strength, and agility?”
“You think I can just go all out? Those little beansprouts wouldn’t last a second,” Irene mumbled stubbornly, dangling lazily on his shoulder. “If I got serious, you’d have to call the Special Affairs Bureau and explain why you suddenly need forty child-sized hospital beds. I was holding back… Ugh, humans spawn such energetic brats.”
Yu Sheng laughed, carrying the doll to sit at the edge of the platform, gazing outward.
Never before had the Valley been so lively.
There were kids resting and snacking on the grass around the platform, teenagers helping in the makeshift camp, children who had just awakened timidly peeking out of tents to explore their new surroundings, and a rowdy group chasing King the cat in joyful abandon near the distant grassland.
No more tension-filled gloom, no frantic, oppressive escape. The youngest ones were entirely at ease, savoring carefree moments.
“This is how it should be,” Yu Sheng murmured to himself. “Back at the Orphanage, when everyone gathered, these kids were too obedient… too mature.”
“Being tense when it’s needed, relaxing when it’s safe.” Little Red Riding Hood’s voice drifted from his side. Without turning, Yu Sheng saw from the corner of his eye that she’d settled beside him, legs swinging gently off the platform’s edge. “I told them the danger had passed and it’s safe here, so they can play freely—as long as they stay within the grass area.”
“…Do you even know what time it is?” Yu Sheng casually asked.
Little Red Riding Hood tilted her head slightly.
“It’s half past four in the morning,” Yu Sheng smiled wryly. “They’re already this excited… Their sleep schedule’s wrecked on the very first day.”
After the thrilling chaos had finally settled, Yu Sheng successfully coaxed down those few daredevils who’d been joyfully riding atop cruise missiles (yes, literally missiles). Fortunately, no accidents occurred—though Foxy still appeared a bit disappointed, and some children who missed their turns looked slightly crestfallen.
“It’s actually really safe,” Foxy grumbled softly. “I didn’t even let my tail fly too high. Even if they fell, I could’ve caught them instantly. Back home, our Cursed Children play like this all the time…”
Yu Sheng widened his eyes at her. “How can your hometown’s martial culture compare to here? I’m guessing even your preschoolers can ride swords through the air!”
Without waiting for Foxy’s reply, he turned and walked toward where the rest of the Cursed Children had gathered. Foxy, after a brief stunned moment, quickly followed behind, still attempting to explain herself: “No, Benefactor, it’s not like—”
“What else could we do? An emergency gathering at half-past two, and now it’s bright outside, everyone’s wide awake. There aren’t even enough beds, so later if anyone gets sleepy, they’ll either crowd into tents or burrow straight into sleeping bags on the grass,” Little Red Riding Hood said, sounding as if she was complaining. Yet, her face held a gentle smile. “It’s kind of interesting, though.”
Yu Sheng raised an eyebrow, surprised by her word choice. “Interesting?”
“Think about it—running out of the Orphanage in the middle of the night, everyone grabbing bags hastily packed, fleeing into the wilderness, then building a temporary camp together with adults. Some help out, some create more chaos, some run around without a care… and some even get to hug a fox’s tail while soaring low through the air,” Little Red Riding Hood described slowly. “It’s like jumping from one dream right into another. Messy, wild, even a bit… mischievous?”
She tilted her head toward Yu Sheng. “Don’t you think it’s a little mischievous?”
Yu Sheng stared blankly, then suddenly laughed aloud. “…Yeah, it really is a bit mischievous.”
The Cursed Children who lived in the Orphanage rarely had the chance for such “mischief.”
They had always been obedient, careful, disciplined. Throughout their short lives, they’d always had to behave.
Generation after generation of Little Red Riding Hoods and Snow Whites probably only had tonight, this hurried, chaotic “emergency escape,” as their single chance at true mischief—to encounter the unexpected, to try things they’d never done before, running ahead with nightmares chasing behind.
And they had outrun those nightmares.
Now, they could rest in a shelter, even staying awake until half-past four in the morning.
[If only it could always be like this.]
“How’s the situation back at the Orphanage?” Little Red Riding Hood suddenly broke the silence, turning to Yu Sheng. “You seemed to have stayed back there quite a while after we left. Did something happen?”
“I saw an apparition of the ‘Hunter,’ but I’m not sure if it was just residual overflow from the subset,” Yu Sheng explained frankly. “He vanished before I could communicate. Afterward, I checked the entire East Building and found nothing unusual. Didn’t have time to inspect the West Building, but I didn’t hear anything suspicious.”
“Soon after, the Special Affairs Bureau arrived. Li Lin led the team—you know him too. They secured the perimeter and will station there for the foreseeable future. They brought a lot of specialized equipment, clearly aiming for long-term, thorough monitoring. It seemed very professional.”
“That’s good,” Little Red Riding Hood breathed out softly, hesitating before continuing, “We left in a hurry and couldn’t take many things with us. Later, if you have time…”
“No problem, I’ll go back and get your things. Opening a Door is easy enough,” Yu Sheng smiled reassuringly. “Council employees should be here soon too. Teacher Su and the others know the Orphanage well. If anything goes missing, we can ask for their help. Everything will stabilize soon—don’t worry about anything else right now. You’ve made it safely through the night, so just focus on resting.”
Little Red Riding Hood nodded slowly. “Alright.”
Yu Sheng stretched lazily, lying directly back onto the stone platform.
Now that his nerves were relaxing, fatigue finally crept in.
Irene, who’d been perched on his shoulder, effortlessly flipped forward, smoothly transitioning from lying down to sitting upright on Yu Sheng’s chest, before promptly settling down again to rest.
Even Little Red Riding Hood stared blankly for a moment, finally meeting Irene’s eyes. “…Impressive moves.”
Irene poked Yu Sheng’s chin lightly. “He’s so careless that if it were you, you’d get plenty of practice too.”
Yu Sheng, eyes half-closed, easily intercepted the little doll’s hand. “Normally, you should walk on your own, not boldly ride on my shoulders.”
Irene huffed, “Tell me that again after you’ve finally sculpted my proper five-foot-five body!”
Footsteps approached, causing Yu Sheng to open his eyes again, spotting a lean young man in the Special Affairs Bureau uniform approaching from the campsite.
Yu Sheng quickly sat up, but the young man waved reassuringly. “Please, relax—I just came to let you know the temporary kitchen is set up. Breakfast will be ready at five-thirty. We’re preparing hot soup, steamed buns, and porridge for the Cursed Children. But we haven’t assembled the dining hall yet, so where should they eat?”
“Oh, just that?” Yu Sheng’s face brightened immediately as he smiled and slapped the ground. “That’s easy.”
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A moment later, with a deep rumble and grinding of stone, a fifty-meter-long table emerged directly from the center of the platform—yes, fifty meters long, appearing as casually as if conjured from thin air. On both sides, over a hundred neatly arranged stone stools rose along with it.
“I’m not too good at complicated stuff, but a dining table’s simple,” Yu Sheng grinned proudly at the stunned young man. “Tell your people to join too. After a busy night, you should all sit and have something warm with the kids.”
“…Understood, sir!”
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