Admittedly, I was a little alarmed when Tarver told me that, one second before the past seventy-two hours, the universe we lived in had flickered.
But soon, the fact that the World Tree had partially withered calmed me down.
Just like how you could calmly face desertification in the face of 2012, you could calmly face failing English in the face of a red light in all subjects. When the situation was so serious that the World Management Terminal was rebooting, it didn't matter if the universe had shivered for a second or had a seizure for fifteen minutes. That was the logic of 'when there are too many lice, one doesn't itch anymore'. It was just that I didn't have the time to escalate the malfunction of the World Tree to the level of a strategic crisis.
Now I knew that even if the administrator was a hopeless idiot, the World Management Terminal was still the most powerful and important gadget in the universe. The malfunction of that gadget was really related to the end of the world. Of course, the current situation wasn't that bad.
"What should we do now?"
The shocking fact that the World Management Terminal malfunctioned made Tawil nervous. She was just a researcher, and a newly promoted Shiring Apostles at that. She was intelligent but not mature enough. In the face of a crisis that involved the origin of the world, she couldn't be as simple-minded as I was. "What should we do?"
I shrugged nonchalantly. "Jingle has already stabilized the situation of the World Tree. That thing won't continue to worsen in a short period of time, and our mission is to help that unreliable God find out the source of the problem when she is unable to do so. Before Jingle entered the temple, she told me one thing. The root cause of the malfunction of the World Tree was not the turbulence of time and space, but the invasion of a large number of 'foreign objects' after the turbulence. In other words, the Transmigrators — the organized Transmigrators — were disrupting the structure of the world itself. Jingle is the Goddess of Life, and she couldn't possibly harden her heart to activate her immune system to kill those Transmigrators who might have been innocently involved. So, our mission is to search for these stowaways and forcefully repatriate them. It's too late for our hyperspace probes to scan the entire universe, but it's still possible to draw a map of the star regions where life exists. 'Transmigration phenomena will be concentrated near the anchor points in the parallel space.' This is the general rule that Jingle told me. The regions in the universe that are suitable for life might have already become disaster areas. Tsk … I hope there are fewer Transmigrators who intend to go against the natural order. Hmm, Sives, I'll leave this matter to you. Let our expeditionary forces move around, and don't worry about the lack of military power. If the World Tree really crashes because of the Transmigrators, that would be a real problem."
"Your will is above everything else."
"Your Majesty, although your order is very clear, I wish to confirm one thing. If the 'foreign creatures' that have transmigrated here resist, is it possible …" Xi Wei saluted me with an unusually solemn expression, then added his own thoughts, "Your Majesty, although your orders are very clear, I wish to confirm one thing.
"Resist? Will they be able to resist the Empire's army? " I looked into Sives's eyes, and my tone was extremely serious. Although this conscientious' Pandora External Thinking Circuit 'was much calmer and more meticulous than her general, sometimes her standard iron-blooded thinking was equally troublesome. "There will definitely be many unlucky transmigrators who are innocently drawn into this. For example, a fellow who failed his Heavenly Tribulation after returning home from school, or an uncle who stupidly clicked' yes' on the illegal pop-up window on the screen. These people aren't enemy soldiers, and Jingle definitely wouldn't wish for the Imperial Army to set out on this mission just for the sake of killing. En, treat those who don't resist with respect, and those who resist will be knocked unconscious by the soldiers and brought back. However, there is one thing you have to take note of. If you meet those who claim that their goal in life is to kill anyone who stands in their way, or those who believe in the idea of killing people for their treasures, or those who claim that the first thing they said when they were born was to defy the heavens, but the first thing they did in their life was to curse their parents to death. There are also those who have a fish tattoo on their arm that dares to flirt with our female soldiers and kill their entire families. If you meet such people, regardless of whether they resist or not, just get the newly trained Town Security of the Empire and Sicarro's bodyguards to go up against them. Hit them with sticks, electrocution, drug them, put them in a sack, beat them up, use a tiger stool, chilli bamboo skewers, red hot iron, iron virgins, and scarab beetles. Do it according to the ten great tortures of the Qing Dynasty until they look at themselves in the mirror and cry. Do you understand?"
Sylves listened to me in a daze and shuddered involuntarily. Then, the usually astute and domineering military officer asked weakly, "That … Your Majesty, out of humanitarianism, shouldn't we just kill them?"
I shook my head resolutely, "Don't. We'll let those idiots get away with it!"
At that moment, Sylves looked at me with a gaze filled with the deep respect of a militarist facing a roaring leader.
"Also, send some people to assist the Space Gemini." After thinking for a while, I added, "The location of the World Tree is on Earth. This is the most important place. The most important thing is to solve the problem here in the shortest time possible."
"As you wish."
Sylves nodded and left the hall.
"Tawil, keep the Space-Time Management Center operating at full power and be ready to send the Transmigrators a return ticket anytime. Lead your own research team to find out the source of this space-time oscillation. I'm worried that this isn't just a natural disaster."
"I understand. But Your Majesty, the number of worlds that the Space-Time Management Center has logged into are too few. Even if these Transmigrators come from neighboring worlds, more than half of their hometowns aren't in our address book. It might take a long time to locate their world — at least in theory."
I understood this problem even without her saying it. A large number of Transmigrators staying here was an unavoidable problem. However, I had considered this before. "Set up some temporary residences near the Shadow City, Kuiper Belt's invisible base and Kepru's shelter … Oh, let's just name it Fantasy Land. We'll build it according to Avalon's template. I've wanted to do this for a long time!"
"Err …" Tawil was speechless.
"Connect me to the New Eden Federation Chief's office."
I didn't care about the domineering woman's expression as I ordered the air.
Trembling lines appeared in the air before me and quickly combined to form a holographic projection. One of the New Eden Federation's highest officials, James Reynolds, appeared before me with a large bowl in his hands.
I was speechless.
Let me tell you, it's all lies on the television! No matter who it was, as long as they sent an emergency message, the person on the other side would definitely be neatly dressed and sitting in front of the window, just like they were waiting in front of the camera an hour ago. Can someone tell me which movie had a video where the president was eating noodles with a bowl in his hands?
"Err, eating?"
Reynolds seemed to be in his own office on the other side of the video. The establishment of the New Eden Federation allowed this former "bandit army" leader to become one of the highest officials of the united country between the two races. Furthermore, compared to Mengsk, Reynolds was much more suitable for this position. At the very least, as the ruler of a Sector, he could sit in his office and read documents while slurping noodles. This gave me a sense of familiarity.
Of course, Reynolds didn't expect the communication device in front of him to suddenly light up. He also didn't expect that the person who appeared in front of him was the head of the Empire. The bearded uncle holding the large bowl was stunned for two to three seconds. Then, he hurriedly put down the bowl, wiped his mouth, adjusted his collar and let out a burp.
This old man's face was completely red this time.
"Your Majesty … Burp … What are your orders?"
I hesitated for a moment, then said seriously, "There's still half a vegetable stuck in your teeth."
Reynolds was stunned for a moment, then he decisively left the front of the communication device. After a series of suspicious Jingle noises, the neatly dressed uncle returned to the front of the communication device.
"Ahem, I have a task for you. The settlement of the humans and the Proteus refugees should be over by now, right?"
"Thank you for the assistance of the Empire." Reynolds' expression turned serious when he got to the main topic. "All the refugees have now been settled on the colonial planets provided by the Empire. The seeds that Priestess Liliana left for us are very magical. Relying on them, we have gained a firm foothold in our new home. Furthermore, with the technological assistance of the Proteus people and the Empire, the heavy industry and a series of basic industries have basically resumed operation. The three planetary battleships that you left for us are currently the industrial and scientific center of the entire New Eden Federation. Their endless energy supports the recovery of many basic industries with high energy consumption after the Cataclysm."
"Very good. Now you have to prepare …"
At that moment, I roughly told him about the situation of the transmigrators. He didn't understand and didn't need to know about high-end gadgets like the World Management Terminal. What I told him was very simple: A group of travelers from various parallel worlds came to this universe due to space-time disorder. According to the relevant regulations of the Empire's "External Population Management Measures (Provisional)", these people must be registered and repatriated or resettled together. As one of the largest gathering areas for advanced civilizations in this universe, not only does the New Eden Federation have to bear part of the resettlement work, but it is also likely to become a disaster area. Reynolds' task is to build an independent residential area to resettle the transmigrators. At the same time, he will strictly search for such people within his own territory. With the help of the Proteus people who have special spiritual power, this task shouldn't be difficult.
"I promise to complete the task," Reynolds saluted me and promised, then ended the communication.
"It seems that Ah Jun, you have already completed the arrangements."
I didn't know when Sandora had arrived in the living room, but she spoke from behind me.
"Sorry, I didn't discuss it with you." I carelessly rubbed Sandora's head, messing up her silky blonde hair. "But it's not a big deal."
"But it is very likely to be a sonata of a big deal." Sandora glanced at me, then slapped away the big hand that was messing around on her head. "You better go and take a look at that puppet named Mercury Lamp. She is about to go crazy because of Pandora."
Mercury Lamp? About to go crazy because of Pandora? It can't be, no matter how I think about it, it shouldn't be like this, right?
But the truth was really similar to what Sandora said …
When I returned home and found the two people in Pandora's room, I could clearly feel a certain puppet's irritation that was almost uncontrollable.
"Ah, you human, you finally appeared!" Seeing me enter the room, Mercury Lamp immediately rushed over, but she didn't start a fight. "Let me out immediately! At least, don't let me be together with this guy! "
Why does she feel flustered and exasperated?
"What's going on with them?"
I turned to ask Sandora, who might know the details. She shrugged at me and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It was fine at first. Mercury Lamp didn't care about anyone, and Pandora didn't talk to anyone either. I thought it would be fine if the two of them were together, but I didn't expect …"
I didn't expect Pandora to strictly follow her brother's order: to stare at Mercury Lamp. This chick stared at Mercury Lamp for a whole three hours without blinking!
She didn't say a single word from beginning to end. She just sat on the chair and stared at the mercury lamp wherever it went. Since the entire room had been fortified with a powerful energy field, the mercury lamp naturally couldn't escape. And so, a certain someone enjoyed the most inhumane one-on-one stare in history.
Anyone with a normal mentality would feel depressed at this time.
At first, she pretended not to care, but after an hour, she became restless. After two hours, she started to initiate a conversation (although it was just a one-sided scolding). After three hours, Mercury Lamp began to jump up and down, trying to get rid of Pandora's gaze.
"I first did this, then this, then this …" Mercury Lamp might have been traumatized by Pandora's stare. She didn't care about her identity as an enemy and began to show me what happened. She began to fly around Pandora, and the latter's head spun in circles. When Mercury Lamp flew at her fastest speed, I saw that Pandora's head was like a propeller that was about to produce lift!
"You see! That's it! " Mercury Lamp hovered in front of me, flustered and exasperated. Behind her was Pandora, who had already spun her head more than two thousand times, but was still staring at her. "I don't care who I'm locked up with, as long as I can leave this guy!!"
Not to mention you, even I felt nervous looking at her!
But no matter what, under Pandora's "efforts", Mercury Lamp could finally communicate with us normally.
It was a misunderstanding from the start.
"Okay, Pandora, mission accomplished, stop staring at her."
Pandora's eyes, which hadn't blinked for a few hours, suddenly blinked twice. Then, the little girl quickly ran over and stuck her head over. It was obvious that she wanted a reward.
I rubbed the little girl's head and the reward was completed. Lolis were easy to coax, look how successful I was!
"Now, we can talk calmly." I turned to look at a certain puppet who was sitting angrily on the cabinet. I smiled and said, "Come down. You should have realized that I'm not a bad person."
Mercury Lamp snorted. Although she was still indifferent, she finally came down and sat on the sofa opposite me.
"Answer my question first." Although she was only 92.3cm tall, Mercury Lamp didn't lose her imposing manner at all. "Who are you guys? Where is this place? Why did everything change when I woke up? Did I sleep for a long time? "
Even a transmigrator would have doubts, and it seemed that even a puppet was no exception.
Holding the well-behaved Pandora in my arms, I answered her question in the simplest way possible. "First of all, this place … Regardless of whether you believe it or not, this is no longer the world you live in. You puppets probably don't interact with Hawking, but you should understand the concept of another world, right?"
Mercury Lamp nodded. Although her expression was a little complicated, she didn't panic too much. It seemed that she was aware of this point.
"Then, I'm the biggest leader in this world. You can see me as someone on the same level as Emperor."
"Bullsh * t!" Mercury Lamp retorted bluntly.
I shrugged and said to the air, "Thunder!"
Muffled thunder immediately rumbled outside, and lightning flashed continuously in the cloudless sky.
"Rain!"
In less than five seconds, the sky, which had been bright and sunny just a second ago, was covered with a large number of cumulonimbus clouds. Then, under Mercury Lamp's dumbfounded expression, a heavy downpour started.
"To the South Pole!"
The scenery around us changed, and in the next second, the few of us had already moved from Pandora's room to the snowy Antarctic Circle. Mercury Lamp was caught off guard and fell to the ground. Then, she stared at a passing penguin. But before the unlucky penguin was turned into briquettes by the metal storm, we had already returned to the room. Everyone's face was covered in ice.
"Sunset!"
"Sir, Mother Shallow shallow asked you to play somewhere else!"
"…"
Alright, it was indeed a little early for the sun to suddenly set at this time.
"That, I also have to consider the human's ability to accept it."
After being ridiculed by my own girlfriend and subordinate, I felt a little embarrassed, so I explained to Mercury Lamp.
The latter was already stunned — — Of course, it could also be because she was frozen. Then, she asked hesitantly, "Just now … wasn't that an illusion or something?"
"You still have ice crystals on your head."
"Hmph, even if you don't have any bad intentions, you were the one who provoked me in advance!"
Mercury Lamp patted off the ice and snow on her head, then said awkwardly.
Just like a child who was dying to save face.
This impression was really strange. The famous Mercury Lamp and a child who was throwing a tantrum were not the same species — — But I felt that the current Mercury Lamp was indeed throwing a tantrum.
Maybe she was forcefully "detained" by us, and then felt like she was treated as a fool, so she started to resent us for "teasing" her?
"Alright, alright, maybe Bubble's actions were a little rude," I said awkwardly, "That girl has been watching old movies recently …"
Mercury Lamp's pair of purplish-red eyes never left my face, as if she was trying to find traces of lying, but in the end, she still nodded and asked a question, "It seems that this world is really strange, but I definitely won't believe that a person like you is the king of the world, but at least you have extraordinary power … That woman said that she can help me find my father, which means that the person she was referring to, is you?"
I was stunned for a moment, then gritted my teeth and nodded. In my heart, I started cursing Ding Ling to only buy instant noodles with vegetable buns inside.
In any case, in the end, I reluctantly reached an agreement with Mercury Lamp. Although the latter was still unwilling to talk to us, at least she agreed to not run around recklessly. She would be a problem no matter if she was thrown into the City of Shadows or Visca's Barrier Star. Her metal storm wings were definitely enough to be classified as a non-civilian weapon. It was good news that she was obedient, but there was one thing that gave me a headache …
Where am I going to find a father for her!
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