Xyrin Empire-Chapter 656 Record of Gods Incognito Visit

The Divine Clan five-person team and I were staring at each other, looking at a group of gods from the Star Domain dressed like a combination of teachers and students sneaking out of City Second Middle School for a full ten seconds before I could breathe.

"Ah ha, Chen, your expression is hilarious!" Bingdisi, who never reads the room or others’ expressions, gave me a giant bear hug without any regard for the suddenly subtle expression on Sandora’s face nearby, "You can’t recognize me looking like this?!"

I flailed my arms trying to get free, but the soft body across from me left me clueless about where to place my hands, so I had to protest with a mental broadcast: "For the love of Dingdang! This female hooligan needs to let go or I’m going to suffocate!"

"No worries, no worries, you won’t die even if you don’t breathe," Bingdisi said, finally obeying and letting go of her grip, then stepping back half a step and turning around in front of me, "How about it? Does my dress look ok? I robbed it from a store..."

If you said you actually bought it, I wouldn’t believe it... Wait a minute! You were robbing out there? What did those mortals ever do to you?

I furiously flicked Bingdisi on the forehead. Don’t be polite with a High Order True God, especially not with Bingdisi the female hooligan, if you’re all polite and respectful, she’ll definitely get irritated; only by fooling around can you truly become her friend.

"Why’d you hit me?" Bingdisi rolled her eyes, "After I robbed the place, I transmitted the money back to the cashier’s till! I still know the principal of equivalent exchange, goddess style."

"So why rob in the first place?"

"For fun——Hey, you haven’t commented. How does my dress look?" Bingdisi casually tossed aside any semblance of decency, counting robbery as part of her daily entertainment, then spun in place to show everyone her new clothes.

I examined her outfit; I had to admit, although our Lady Goddess seemed quite pleased with her new outfit, it was still a rather plain black dress—and a counterfeit at that.

Although it combined features from at least four or five famous brands, everyone knew that within two kilometers of Erli Bridge Market, there were no genuine products; you couldn’t even buy real detergent there...

Sicaro had a good reason for choosing this place as his base!

But how do you say it, a good fashion model makes everything look good, big strong men wearing muscle tank tops seem fine, but when you put the same on a young lady, it needs to be called a camisole—although that kind of thinking is problematic, it applies just right to Bingdisi.

This calamity-level beautiful older sister, naturally carrying an elegant and noble air (before speaking), no matter what she wears turns into a scenic view.

Glancing at Bingdisi’s figure, I mentally nodded; it was just a plain black dress, but why did it look just like an evening gown on her?

The only regret was: Bingdisi, do you know what mortals wear in winter? You haven’t even removed the "out-of-season sale" tag from the dress!

"Ah ha? Season?" Facing my question, Bingdisi immediately flipped her hair dismissively—I didn’t even know how she managed to keep her ankle-length hair so breezily flowing, "This goddess fears no seasonal issues! I just took a liking to this dress!"

Alright, alright, will you dare say that you drifted down the street in a spring/autumn dress causing countless people eye trauma?

But speaking of causing eyes to pop, these guys going onto the street is an eye-catching event in itself, maybe Monina and Lin with their top-tier looks had no issues since they’re still in the normal range, but Uncle Kenser with his Northern European style big beard and 123 with his very striking European big face would make morning news. As for Bingdisi, even without her face, just that fierce long flowing hair is enough to block half the street.

These folks really have no sincerity in their disguise, could you at least change your face? Just dying your hair and eyes, what kind of disguise is that!

Upon airing my grievances, Monina immediately nodded thoughtfully: "Attracting attention? Indeed that was happening; we were surrounded by quite a few people earlier. If Lin hadn’t thrown a few of them aside, it would have been really troublesome, but it’s much better now. Though we still attracted onlookers after changing clothes, we managed to shake them off."

"Oh, changed clothes, huh?" I nodded in satisfaction, thinking this group finally knew better... Damn it!

"Did you guys really come out wearing your usual attire?"

123’s armor, Kenser’s white robe, Lin’s battle skirt, Monina’s assassin outfit, Bingdisi’s evening dress... These guys couldn’t possibly have just walked out wearing that stuff, damn it!

Turns out, I definitely underestimated this group’s ability to cause trouble: they actually did come out wearing those things.

"Sandora, I don’t care that you led them out, but you could at least manage them a bit!"

I looked at Sandora with a mournful face, and she just shrugged helplessly, "Technically, it was after I left the house that they followed on their own. No one saw them come out wearing those things..."

Monina saw my frustrated expression and obviously knew it was because of the chaos her group had caused. These gods, old as they were, understood everything and how their appearance would affect ordinary people, but typically they couldn’t care less about mortal affairs. However, now, she decided to offer some explanation.

"Actually, based on Bubbles’ suggestion, we prepared this."

As a slightly more principled member of the Tiaozi Five, Monina put on a serious face and "swooshed" a large sign half a person tall out of the Other Space, which read in big letters:

"Divine COS Group Seeking 2D Enthusiasts."

Although it was a bit of a headache, Bubbles, you’ve actually helped me solve a problem this time.

"After hanging this sign around Dumb Brother’s neck, the way got a lot quieter, though there were still quite a few people coming up to talk, mostly heading towards Dumb Brother."

Sandora and I looked at 123 with sympathetic eyes, and the latter immediately shrank his neck: "Please, let’s not remember that hour and a half."

"Must be tough having a sister like a demon, huh?"

After getting to know Monina’s concealed penchant for tormenting her own brother, I felt even more sympathy for this mess of a War God: if you come out all dashing, you’re bound to pay sooner or later.

Headache or not, now that this group was out, we naturally couldn’t just drag them back. They had descended from the Divine Realm to the Mortal World and had been here for several days already without letting Bingdisi and others fully enjoy the Outer World, just hovering around Shadow City and Avalon. Even though the latter place had suffered enough from their mischief, it still wasn’t right to limit the freedom of the gods...

After all, they are gods...

Glancing at a group of gods currently discussing where to go play next, my feelings were mixed.

"Chen! Give us a suggestion!" Seeing that everyone couldn’t agree, Bingdisi simply threw the responsibility at me. "This is your territory, what fun places are nearby? You really should have mentioned the fun places outside earlier, it was only when I saw Sandora go out to feed that I became curious and followed her out!"

Feeding...

Looking at the queen sister beside me, boredly scanning around for any wild food, I continued to be filled with mixed emotions.

"What have you all been up to this half day? Let me see if there’s any place you might be interested in."

"We started by following Sandora to a food street for spicy hot pot, then followed her to a Western restaurant, and then to two McDonald’s and three KFCs. By the time we were getting close to here, we couldn’t eat anymore, so we split up and roamed around nearby. Oh right, this outfit we bought nearby the food street because it was very eye-catching. I like pretty clothes. Chen, could you buy me a few pieces of clothing?"

I looked at the group of Gods present, all decked out in their Erli Bridge attire, wearing Nai Ke, Sen Niao, Chanel, and Louis Vuitton ensembles, and I totally understood.

Thus, a grand group of people (and I’m not exaggerating here—you would understand why such a small group can be described as grand once you consider their destructive powers) followed Sandora and me as we stormed the nearest grand shopping mall—the non-knockoff district.

Well, Bingdisi and the others didn’t really mind whether it was knockoff or not. These powerful beings from the Star Domain Divine Race, revered by millions of mortals, have seen and eaten it all. In their ruled worlds, mortals who believe in these deities unconditionally offer the most valuable treasures to the temples. Even Lin, who always appears so submissive, I have no doubt her altar is piled high with offerings that could buy multiple kingdoms: it’s said that although this minor Dragon God tends to keep a low profile, she still has considerable dignity among her followers, sixty percent of whom are from the Dragon Clan, famously known as the richest group in the multi-universe.

But those mortal treasures of incredible value mean little to the Gods who control countless worlds; the only gift they take from mortals is "devotion." The sincere faith and pure souls are their only standards of value concerning mortals. Other than that, everything else mortals care about is just ’interesting’ or ’uninteresting’ to them. Even the Xyrin Apostle shares a similar worldview. For instance, gold, which is extremely valuable on Earth, is just something that poor people who can’t afford iron bowls use to hold rice in the Vedis Empire—they aren’t even afraid of poisoning!

However, just because Bingdisi didn’t care didn’t mean I could afford not to. I’m still bound by mortal values... ahem, mainly because those shoes from 123 with those sharp hooks were too glaring.

"Wow, this place really does have a lot! The mortals of this world are quite interesting!" As soon as we brought them to the Yutai Building, the city’s second-largest shopping center, Bingdisi showed an ecstatic expression. I quickly grabbed this excitement-loving guy: "Let’s get this straight, we are here to shop! If you dare rob the place, don’t think about coming out again!"

Taking this group of Nine Heaven Gods, capable of causing trouble at any moment to such a crowded place, I didn’t know if it was right or wrong. Their appearance alone caused severe traffic congestion. Let’s put it in a bit literary way: This is an impatient era, also an era where everyone is collectively bored. Urban people, severely lacking freshness in their lives, adopt a cruelly curious policy towards anything noteworthy around them, such as suddenly a bunch of PS-like handsome men and beautiful women stormed the department store.

Even Uncle Kenser with his full beard was surrounded by a group of lonely girls and mature women from various age ranges: People thought he was some sort of wild artist.

Not to mention it’s an age dominated by tomboys, and here was a bombshell who kept lively and hopping around with hair reaching her ankles.

Maybe I should have asked them to disguise themselves more seriously before.

"Hey, you two, come here!" Bingdisi, who didn’t care about the surrounding environment at all, was shouting loudly in the bustling first floor lobby of the shopping center, attracting 123 and Kenser, "This way, this way where there are more people!"

I instantly facepalmed, even though I know you do things based on interest and look at things based on feelings, but now that we’re here, can you not rush to the only bankrupting clearance sale area right away?

"There’s no way around it, Bingdisi just loves crowds," Sandora nudged my arm, "Didn’t I also keep burrowing into snack stands when I first came?"

Fair enough. Taking you out for a meal means Big Sister and I might not eat for the next six months.

Bingdisi leading a few of the Divine Clan spelled disaster in the discount area—it was like dragons soaring through the skies and entering the ocean. Despite everything there having little value to them, they were still shopping with great enthusiasm, to the detriment of me who had to accompany them. It was a mistake to let Bingdisi, a no-morals cutie, sway me into agreeing to buy her a few clothes. Lady Goddess truly has too much energy.

Also, this group, with their overwhelming presence, continuously attracted the already dense crowd in the discount area, and Big Sister, who usually helps us manage the crowd, was unfortunately absent. As one of only two young males amid a group of stunning beauties, the pressure on me and 123...

Lucky for me, 123 not only had to deal with envy from fellow men but also had to accept the fervent admiration of a group of stir-crazy old ladies and mature women. Comparatively, I didn’t have that problem.

...May I just take a moment to feel smug about it?

"Hey, hey, Chen! Look how pretty I look in this dress, won’t you?"

Bingdisi jumped out of the fitting room for the third time, and Lady Goddess finally changed into a season-appropriate outfit: a bright violet sweatshirt. It seems that this Lady Goddess, who has an unusual affection for long dresses, had finally picked out the last few off-season clothes available here.

"It’s just a bit small, quite tight," Bingdisi said with a hint of regret as she tugged at the neckline.

To think you could wear such a loose garment and still feel it tight is a miracle! Do you know the little girl buying clothes next to you was about to cry?

"Phew, I did my best," Sandora’s voice came from nearby, "I temporarily used Spirit to dispel and divert the attention of the bystanders. It’s really a skillful task, human spirits are just too fragile, and Bingdisi’s presence is too noticeable."

I looked around, and sure enough, apart from the normal salespeople and customers, the crowd that had been attracted by Bingdisi’s loud voice had dispersed, and the nearby foot traffic had finally returned to normal, giving me a sigh of relief.

Being the center of attention is already enough on normal days; let’s relish the life of ordinary people today.

"Stare—" Irritated from being ignored for so long, Bingdisi finally puffed up her cheeks and glared at me menacingly.

"Alright, alright, you look very lovely!" I hurriedly soothed her as she was about to cause a scene, "I’m just curious about one thing: How did you manage to get your long hair through all by yourself?"

Bingdisi leaned in closer: "Space Transmission, obviously!"

Me: "..."

While we were talking, another girl who had gone to try on clothes came out; this time it was Monina, the fierce Dark Goddess. After coming out, she spoke promptly to her older brother—her first words were "Hold the clothes!" and her second was "Hurry up and pay." After saying this, under a face full of resentment from 123, she came to boast about her aesthetic choices to us. Of course, like the other clothes she tried on previously, Monina’s bust thoroughly defeated them in a single round. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Aren’t you going to pick one?" I glanced at Lin, who was standing next to me, looking down at her toes; she seemed too pitiful, "After buying clothes, we still have to check out the second floor. If there’s anything you want, just say it—brands are okay too!"

Really, because you’re gods, you don’t always have to buy discounted goods!

"I... I don’t need any," the consistently submissive girl from Dingdang Five-color Team immediately shrank her neck and replied, "My figure is similar to Monina’s big sister; I just need a smaller size, and she has already bought them for me in my favorite colors."

Oh, so normally, someone does care about this submissive girl? Or is it that everyone knows she’s a klutz and dares not let her touch anything?

"Sandora, should I buy something for you too?" I looked at Sandora, who was empty-handed next to me, and voiced my initial thought. Since I was already leading a team of Divine Race troublemakers on a spending spree, I certainly couldn’t neglect my own treasure. As the Imperial Empress, how could she suffer with us, right?

"Eh? Me?" Sandora pointed at her own nose, obviously surprised by my sudden gesture to buy her something, "No need, really. I don’t want anything."

I was slightly touched—what a good girl, a dignitary abandoning all to follow me, becoming a dutiful wife who willingly takes care of me and tackles difficulties together. Could it be that Sandora and I have already entered this phase of matrimonial symbiosis? How did the Imperial Empress transform into such an adorable wife?

"Though I think I’m getting hungry again, Ah Jun. Let’s go eat later? There’s a restaurant on the rooftop."

Correction recalled—this girl doesn’t hold back on spending nearly as much as two armies.

But just as a group of big shots was busy raiding the ready-made clothes section, a voice suddenly rang out not far behind us: "Eh? Wood?"(To be continued. If you liked this piece, please vote or purchase a monthly ticket at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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