Xyrin Empire-Chapter 650: Life is Full of No Morals

It’s often said that chatting with a pretty girl is always a delightful affair, but I desperately need to know who came up with that so I can challenge them to a duel right now.

Why don’t you try chatting with Fina for a while?

The difficulty of communicating with a girl who is as expressionless as an automated answering machine is no less challenging than operating a bare machine; you can never discern her current emotions, nor can you tell whether she’s interested in the topic at hand, let alone be sure if she even enjoys talking to you. She responds to every question with perpetually calm, short phrases, mostly just simple "yes" or "no" answers, a habit she developed while serving as a decision-making machine, but it made me feel strangely embarrassed...

It felt like she was always impatient.

Even though I knew Fina didn’t mean it that way, her demeanor made it too easy to wonder, "Do I annoy her? Is she getting impatient with me?"

The current Fina reminded me a bit of Pandora when she first came to my side, both having an almost emotionless and "three-no’s" demeanor, but there were differences between them. The latter rarely showed expressions and disliked talking, but that was merely a reluctance to expend unnecessary energy on expressions and words. The little girl had no shortage of emotions internally, but Fina was genuinely emotionally dead. She had been treated as a machine for hundreds of years. To prevent personal feelings from affecting her judgment, she even forbade her ministers from engaging in conversations with her that exceeded twelve words, and while considering issues, those logical nodes allowed her thinking to only "jump" among a few basic judgments, a practice that had completely altered the girl’s cognitive ability over the centuries.

As a judgment machine, such logical methods could avoid most errors that might arise from unclear judgments, but as a person, it resulted in Fina’s extremely peculiar behavioral habits: machine-like simplicity, and a lack of emotional judgment for anything.

However, there was at least one slightly consoling point: Fina herself felt very happy with her current life; that was enough for me. I believed she wouldn’t lie. Since the person herself felt satisfied, there was no need for unnecessary worries.

"I wonder what kind of chaos is at home now," I said as I left Fina’s cabin. The streetlights had just come on outside. Even though some laws of this world have been modified, so that creatures in Avalon can see things even on the darkest nights, the residents still habitually light lamps at night. "Little Thing, how long are you going to sulk?"

"Umm... because it’s really embarrassing," the Little Thing, curled up on my shoulder, still kept itself coiled up, covering its face with a pair of glistening wings. "Why was that a statue of Dingdang! Why did Ah Jun have to tell Dingdang about it only now!"

After saying goodbye to Fina, I casually mentioned what happened in the Baptism Hall, and Dingdang, who now knew the truth, wilted on the spot and still hadn’t recovered.

It was unexpected that even a heartless little creature like Little Thing had moments of embarrassment.

"That silly statue didn’t look like Dingdang at all," Little Thing maintained an ORZ pose, muttering in my ear. "I mean, the water in the vase even overflowed..."

The Life Goddess is quite good at managing daily affairs, can I say that?

"Here, a lollipop, an extra one from today."

Although it’s cute to see Dingdang sulk, Little Thing’s brooding appearance still gives me a bit of a headache; anyone who didn’t know better might think I did something monstrous to this little fellow—Lilina would definitely think along those lines.

Fishing in my pocket, I groped for the divine artifact effective against this fellow and then silently counted the seconds.

One, two, three.

A green flash streaked past my face, and the lollipop in my hand disappeared. Dingdang, carrying the sugar stick that was a bit too large for her, flew back onto my head, and soon after, the sound of unwrapping candy came from above.

When will this little guy remember not to eat things on top of my head?

"We’re back!"

No matter how much we dawdle, we can’t just not go home. Seeing that it was getting late, Dingdang and I left Avalon and teleported directly back to the living room of our house.

There wasn’t the noisy chaos I’d anticipated, no bunch of kids hanging from the chandelier and swinging past like Tarzan, and not even Mercury Lamp and Zhenhong fighting their full martial arts routines on the sofa. When I got back, the house was still intact—hadn’t the Rose Maidens torn it down?

"Ah Jun! You’re back!"

Qianqian was the first to jump up from the sofa, swiftly flinging herself into my arms even quicker than Little Baobao, rubbing vigorously, "Is Fina okay? Lili just mentioned she had her baptism today. We didn’t know, everyone didn’t go to cheer for Fina, she wouldn’t mind, would she?"

"Uh, I think it’s better if you don’t know too much."

Thinking about it, I earnestly said to Qianqian.

The baptism scene was just too intense, and if Qianqian, with her lively charm, got involved, I truly feared reintroducing family and hotline support into future Goddess Sect baptisms.

I tapped gently on Qianqian’s forehead and pushed the child-like girl back down onto the sofa, comforting Little Baobao who didn’t get to me first, while looking around.

Just as expected, several doll girls were really all present and..... all gathered in front of the television. It seemed to be the TV show that attracted these normally noisy folks. But speaking of which, does this world have something like ’Kuku Detective’, a divine artifact tailored for the Rose Maidens?

"What are you watching?"

I tapped on the head of Cui Xingshi, who was closest to me, my gaze drifting to the screen—it seemed to be a cartoon?

"It’s ’Rose Maiden’," replied the little doll in a green skirt, not turning around and seemingly quite upset about being disturbed, "the first season... Wow, Mercury Lamp is going to die in this episode!"

Sitting beside Cui Xingshi was the silver-haired gothic girl herself, who immediately turned fiercely, "You’re the one who’s dead! None of this has happened, okay!?"

"That’s why you thank your foster father," Zhenhong, sitting on the back of another sofa, haughtily sipped her black tea, indulging in the luxury of specially made tea sets for a doll, "Chu Mei, go get the second season... Eh? Why did the screen suddenly freeze? Is there something wrong with this weird machine?"

I saw for myself, indeed, just when it was playing the closing credits, the TV suddenly went into a frame-skipping state, chugging along for a few frames before a squeaky noise emitted from the player, and the screen was completely snowed out.

I immediately felt something was off: "Where did you get the disks from? We don’t seem to have bought this stuff, do we?"

Mercury Lamp jumped down to fiddle with the player, answering, "That shiny golden guy named Yelsen gave them."

Over in the distance, occupied with playing card games with Lilina and Bingdisi, the Star Domain War God chimed in, "It fell out when we were chasing that guy named Sicaro, ah, I’ll continue with the effort tomorrow, he’s a worthy opponent... Red King!"

Good-natured Kenser nodded with a smile, "Very good, very good."

Sitting opposite Kenser, Monina tapped on the chessboard, "Imperial Commander!"

Hidden underneath the calmness was an unprecedented chaos, and only then did I make sense of the situation in the living room: a group of Rose Maidens watching ’Rose Maiden’, several Heavenly Gods and a Pope split into two groups, one playing card games and the other playing military chess. What a fierce and intense standoff this was—especially you, Mercury Lamp and company!

A group of dolls gathered around the TV watching ’Rose Maiden’ was outrageously fierce!

"Looks quite interesting," hummed Mercury Lamp, "definitely better than the weird bunch upstairs."

"Those weirdos upstairs?"

I was taken aback for a moment, then I heard a thunderous roar coming from the east side of the second floor, "Sylvanas! It’s your elevator again!"

Oh Nine Heavens Gods! That was Magni’s voice!

At that moment, I was sweating profusely, and I quickly shoved Little Baobao into Qianqian’s arms and sprinted upstairs, heading toward the direction where the sound came from, the room at the eastern end. It was the entertainment room—strictly speaking, it was Baobao’s private game room. Although busy at times, Baobao still had her own room in this big house. And like everyone guessed, that girl had turned the room into a huge gaming hall.

Thumping up the stairs, I barged directly into Baobao’s room.

Since Xyrin Hosts all had their quirky interests (like Little Baobao’s terrifying sparkle fanaticism), Baobao’s room was different from ours. It was wrapped in metal walls, resembling the cabin of a warship. The shelves on all four walls were crammed with figurines and heaps of limited-edition collectibles. Apart from these items, the Empire’s chief host’s boudoir barely had any furniture. The crystal prism placed right in the center of the room surrounded by white metal was her "bed," exactly as I expected. Baobao was floating inside it.

And besides that sole piece of "furniture," what filled the room were computers encircling the crystal prism. The crystal control panel and holographic devices were clearly modified from Imperial Army data terminals. Although the Xyrin Apostles had reached the pinnacle in technology, their entertainment industry was obviously not as developed as that of the human race in the Middle Ages. Thus, to enjoy the interesting games invented by humans, Baobao had converted many military data terminals into "gaming consoles" compatible with Earth’s signal formats. Being a Xyrin Host herself, Baobao could access games without terminals. The super "game consoles" placed around the prism were for other family members. That’s why this room was known as the entertainment room.

Now, a big crowd had gathered here.

Sylvanas, Sal, Varian, Magni—these four came over this afternoon, and counting further, a few more had just arrived: Jaina, Kane and Worjin. Behind them, there was a large aquarium, surrounded by black glass making it impossible to see the inside. However, as I focused and watched for a while, suddenly a splash echoed, and a damp girl popped her head out.

Her hair pinned up with shell clips and a naive smile on her face, it was Isana—the Naga princess from Azeroth and a regular resident of the Shadow City. She seldom visited, but obviously, she came today because a few old friends were here, joining in the fun.

"Hello, Divine Messenger!" The "Mermaid" princess greeted me cheerfully, waving a waterproof mini keyboard.

So there I stood at the door, staring inside, eyeing the circle of Azeroth Heroes facing each other, barely blinking. After a while, my voice slightly trembling, I asked, "What are you guys up to here?"

"Following Baobao in a city raid, just reached Dark City," Magni, lifting a nearby glass, gulped down half of the strong liquor, muttered something, then glanced at the monitor, and burst into another thunderous roar, "Sylvanas! It’s your elevator again!"

"A guy who dies in the same spot four times is really beyond saving," Isana pouted, then slightly annoyed, waved her mini keyboard, "Why aren’t there any Naga?! You all know, the Naga took part in the world-saving war! We calmed the entire coastline!"

"But Bao X doesn’t know," Magni downed the rest of the drink in his glass, then like having a fit, bellowed again, "Sylvanas!!!"

The circle of Racial Leaders joined in chorus: "It’s your elevator again!"

I shivered my way into the circle of utterly shameless fellows, looked at the screen, and was momentarily speechless.

An entire screen full of Dwarven sisters marching ahead, their names ranging from Baobao No. 1 to several hundred tethered together, while the crowd of Sylvanases looked like bystanders.

Er, Sylvanas...

With a complex expression, I moved behind Sylvanas, who was misleading Varian, and with a forehead throbbing with veins, I whispered, "My queen, you’re also mixing into the raiding of Dark City. How does it feel?"

Sylvanas lifted her head, her eyes flashing a scarlet light, and spoke indifferently, "Actually, we just came over from Durotar..."

Sal shrugged, "Anyhow, inside here, the one presiding over Orgrimmar is Garrosh — Varian! You lost your aggro!"

"Oh God! My fridge is still cooling!" Jaina also exclaimed in shock, "Worjin! For the sake of the Empire! Give me..."

"Sorry, human girl, that corpse next to you is mine..."

...It had been a while since they met — had the beleaguered heroes of Azeroth become so jovial now?

"Alright, in the name of strong liquor! I’m not going over there, this damn elevator has killed me six times already!" I was just halfway through my complaint when Magni’s muffled voice rose up, and after a prolonged effort in figuring out how to use the crystal panel in front of him, he pushed it away and lay back in his chair, "You have to admit, Dwarven hands aren’t suited for these key positions — and it’s not just the elevator in my way, but racial discrimination too!"

Worjin immediately got angry: "Can you understand how powerless a Troll with only three fingers feels when facing shortcut keys?!"

As soon as Worjin finished speaking, Kane sighed deeply and covered his face with his hand, "At least you don’t have to worry about the space between the keys... Sal, can you resurrect me?"

"I just used it on Varian."

"Ha ha! As expected, the races of mortals on the ground are no good! Naga and Elves are the most elegant!" Isana’s bell-like clear laughter rang out, the Mermaid Princess pattered against the tempered glass walls of the aquarium, her shining tail stirring up splashes, causing several mocked race leaders to suddenly look sullen, and they glanced at each other: "Let’s go! To the Great Vortex!"

As a bystander witnessing the entire scene, I felt immense pressure and disarray.

"I mean, you guys... this doesn’t fit your image, right?"

After hesitating for a long time, I still felt I had to remind this joyous group of Azeroth heroes, "Especially you, Sylvanas, don’t you think a queen leading a violent group to slaughter Dark City as the Undead Queen is somewhat contradictory?"

"Why can’t I?" Sylvanas quietly looked at me, "This is just a game, our world is no longer related to the broken future it describes."

"After stepping out of everything, observing your potentially real life from a bystander’s perspective is indeed a fascinating thing," Worjin chuckled deeply, his naturally low and melancholic tone always giving one the illusion of ill intent, "We can look at this mess and tell ourselves: ’Look, if it weren’t for the Empire, this would be our fate!’ I don’t know how the Dwarf and his people reacted at the time, but after knowing our original destinies as depicted here, Orgrimmar threw an all-night celebration — moreover, playing this thing from our perspective is indeed quite fun."

This was a secret even unknown to me; seeing the old troll’s eyes gleam while he recounted these stories, I felt a significant sense of achievement.

After all, my continuous running around was not for nothing, right?

To be honest, I still can’t make sense of the principles behind the inter-world information projection. Because of information interference, timeline displacement, Void distortions, and various other reasons, projections between two worlds are definitely not as simple as looking into a mirror. They influence each other and don’t necessarily occur synchronously. Furthermore, due to some causal code corruption while traversing the Void, information projections could even lead to near ’foreseeing’ situations — an event that has not yet happened but is destined to occur in another world may show its results ahead of time after preliminary simulations in yet another world: This fascinating phenomenon, even the Xyrin Apostles initially found difficult to explain until lately when Lin Xue aided Taville in related research, and it suddenly became clear – that girl’s prediction ability is even fiercer than the Void’s "pre-advancement." Taville can’t replicate her ability, but decoding some prophecies with it proved more than adequate.

Reportedly, some superpower users appearing in various worlds, referred to as "Prophets," (though weaker than Lin Xue) might have derived their supernatural perception through similar methods. They could see another world that precisely reflects the future trajectory of their own world. Thus, these "Prophets" unveiled future landscapes. Such extremely vague "ambiguous predictions," which even Lin Xue dismissed outright, are considered revolutionary and prophetic in the eyes of ordinary people.

This raises the question of whether Lin Xue’s ability... could be a manifestation of some "information characteristic" of the Void?

"Divine Envoy? What are you thinking about?"

Jaina’s voice suddenly interrupted my deep thoughts off-topic. When I looked up, the blonde Mage was curiously watching me, her eyes tinted with a tint of hope.

"What’s up?"

"We’re short of a T..."

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