Mercury Lamp's arrival was a warning signal, Shana's random entry was a confirmation alarm, the school's silent roach team and Sōsuke Sagara who walked into the wrong set was a heavy downpour, and the Spartans after that was the official first flood.
Anyone with common sense would know that the first flood only meant one thing: there would be a second flood following it.
The Spartans' organized transmigration was like a sign of the beginning, and immediately after that, the army of transmigrators that appeared everywhere began their operations that stirred up the wind and rain. Of course, following closely behind them were the Empire soldiers who were already on standby all over the world.
A large number of suspicious targets with unusual movements were quickly locked onto, and then investigated and captured by the covert operations unit. In the cities with the most serious outbreaks, there were even 200 suspected transmigrators found in a single day. Of course, among them, 100 were performance artists, 50 were expert professors, 30 were web novelists, and the remaining 30 were transmigrators …
Eh? Let me calculate again …
Cough cough, in short, Earth had now become a gathering place for transmigrators, and a large number of strange fellows from various worlds were emerging one after another. Meanwhile, the special agents and special forces that we had sent out had begun working overtime day and night. Fortunately, as long as they could lock onto a suspicious target, it was relatively easy for them to determine whether the target was a transmigrator or not. Jingle had used the leaves of the World Tree to extract a special liquid that could even be used by ordinary people. By smearing it on their eyeballs, they could distinguish things that did not belong to this world. Transmigrators would appear as yellow shit in their eyes — even though Jingle had repeatedly emphasized that it was only the color of orange-flavored lollipops, I was still filled with resentment towards her.
Therefore, it was common to see such a scene in the corners of uninhabited alleys all over the world: a group of men and women dressed in black police uniforms or silly old-fashioned suits would block a strangely dressed performance artist in a corner. Just when passersby thought that a tragic and inappropriate scene was about to take place, the men in black suits would uniformly take out their eye drops to apply on themselves. The next second, more than a dozen Fiery Eyes would swarm up and pin the unlucky "artist" to the ground.
Of course, it was also possible that they were apologizing to the person.
Even though all of these things happened in the corners of the streets, when they happened simultaneously all over the world, even if it happened hundreds of times a day in a city, it was hard to say whether it would not attract the attention of ordinary people. Well, in theory, that was the case.
But in reality, it was the opposite.
Whether it was "black suits ganging up on cosplay enthusiasts on the streets" or "a large number of performance artists/cosplay enthusiasts appearing on the streets", it never attracted much attention. Even the most gossipy aunties would at most sigh after a meal about how the world was getting worse and worse, and how all sorts of evils were appearing at the same time.
This showed that in today's rapid development of spiritual culture, performance art and the aesthetics of violence had indeed integrated into the lives of ordinary people, and they were already used to it.
Of course, the special department of the Esper Group and the commander of the Empire probably played a big role in pacifying the local government. All in all, everything was going on in a very harmonious and beautiful atmosphere. The majority of the people did not even think that the cosplayers rolling past them had anything to do with the other world. It was just like how the Harry Potter incident that caused the impotence of a couple at 10: 30 last night in South Lake Park (this kind of mystery was not analyzed by the good kids) was eventually explained as a rare high-tech flying car robbery.
This was the "Empire Floating Population Management Rescue Center" that the City of Shadows had urgently built. A group of tall and burly soldiers from the Empire temporarily acted as public servants here, responsible for registering the newcomers. After the first wave of transmigrators arrived, this place became the busiest place in the entire City of Shadows within an hour. The vast metallic hall was filled with people like a waiting room. Transmigrators from various worlds and races interweaved to form the richest cultural exhibition in history. The composition was so complicated that it was enough to feed a Qidian writer for two lifetimes, and it was the kind that wrote five chapters a day.
But miraculously, these messy people mixed together surprisingly maintained basic order. I could not help but wonder what the "friendly invitation" that the Empire soldiers promised was all about.
"Name?"
A soldier in a suit with alloy armor on the outside asked the weak young man in front of him in a muffled voice.
"Wei … William Sangis …" It was obvious that the weak young man had been frightened when he was captured. Coupled with the fact that he had lived like a prince since he was young (just look at the huge chains on his body), he seemed to be trembling in fear as he answered the question of the strong Empire soldier in front of him.
"Occupation?"
"Magician … Noble … No official position …"
"Origin and transmigration — in other words, the reason why I came to this world?"
"From … from the Kingdom of Elkallen. I came here because … I made a mistake while practicing magic."
"Your serial number is A1531. Follow the James Bond team to Area A to wait for your assignment and to be injected with the tracking serum." The Empire officer at the registration desk spoke in a gruff voice. He picked up the metal seal beside him and stamped the registration form with a "dong" sound. Then, he carefully dug out the form that had been pressed into the table. Seeing that there was no one around, he hurriedly stuffed the form into the other party's hands.
"Kid, let me give you a suggestion. Perhaps steel is very valuable in your world, but here, you look like a prisoner with these chains on your body. Yo, Carlson, let me borrow your metal seal."
The one who spoke was a high-ranking officer at the table beside him. He wore a neat black suit, and the large sunglasses on his face could not hide the righteousness of his square face. This officer of the Empire Army, who looked like Uther's version of the black special forces, ridiculed the young man who had just completed his registration. Then, he shamelessly borrowed something from his subordinate.
"Sir, where's your metal seal?" The adjutant named Carlson asked as he handed over the metal seal.
"I used too much force just now. It has been pressed flat. Hey, the green-skinned one over there, don't go. Come here and register. Name?"
"Piccolo …"
"… Do you want a plate? The original Dragonball, in HD. "
"… I just want to ask, when can I go back?"
The black special forces officer shrugged. "Just wait. There are still more than thirty Jedi in front of you. If you're really bored, I'll read your fortune later. The red-haired one at the back! How many times have I told you, Kyo Kusanagi isn't here! If you really want to fight, go fight it out with the scorpions. I guarantee that those female Tyrannosauruses will make you wish you were dead … "
"I feel that this world is already in chaos."
In a corner of the registration hall, a small group of people gathered together. They ate green beans while leisurely looking at the bustling hall, muttering and commenting.
"Hey, hey, hey, Yuki, as a prophet, don't spout nonsense. I'll take it seriously."
Lin Xue glanced at me from the corner of her eyes. As she fed the peeled beans to Little Bubbles, who was scurrying around the seats, she muttered, "Those were the exact words you said to the little girl when you saw her."
"Nonsense." I looked up at the sky and rolled my eyes. "Her name is Lina Imbus, and her crime is also Lina Imbus. A moving apocalypse. Didn't you also say 'May Dingdang bless the world' when you saw her?"
"That's because you're a blockhead!"
"But today really opened my eyes." My elder sister always used her gentle voice to mediate when Lin Xue and I were arguing, "Ah Jun, it feels like we're running a travel agency."
Isn't the scale of this travel agency a bit too big?
"Hey, does this kind of chaos often happen in this world? Why do you all look so calm? "
While we were busy eating green beans, there was a short person who was also a transmigrator, but because he arrived earlier, he took up the VIP spot and curiously observed the hall. At this moment, he seemed to have thought of something and immediately asked me without any trace of politeness.
"Mercury Lamp, how many times have I told you, you have to call me elder brother!"
"Don't even think about it!" The arrogant puppet snorted and turned his head, "Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because I talked to you for the past two days. I won't satisfy your perverted desires — — Hey! Answer my question! "
This state, is it … throwing a tantrum?
Isn't it because when I came over, I conveniently tucked you under my armpit? Usually, I even carry the goddess in my pocket.
"This kind of chaos, it's the first time it happened in this world." I explained while shaking my head. I placed a few green beans on the small plate in front of Mercury Lamp. She looked at me strangely and hesitated for a while before picking up the beans, "It's just that we've encountered things that are a hundred times more troublesome in other worlds, so we're used to it."
That's because, in terms of the severity of the problem, how could the transmigrators all over Earth compare to the entire planet's zergs? It's just that the current situation is abnormally troublesome. After all, Earth is my home, and its protection depends on everyone. A Star Sniper Cannon can take care of everything. Pandora would feel great, but I would cry myself to death.
"Running around all day to save the world, right? I heard from the big crow that can turn into a maid that the innocent ghost treats you as if you're her God. Hmph, I think you're just a goofy-like good guy. "
"That's right, if it's on an ordinary person, it would be a goofy-like good guy." The big sister looked at Mercury Lamp quietly. Her eyes carried a faint pressure that I called "The Big Sister's Halo That's the Nemesis of Children". "However, Ah Jun is the leader of the Empire, so he can only be called a benevolent ruler. Mercury Lamp, as a child, you should always be able to see the light."
I have never been able to understand how the big sister's lethality against loli and shota type creatures came about, but this talent of hers does exist. It's just like how most people don't understand nuclear energy, but the sun above their heads is still fusing every day. The halo of the big sister is unexplainable, but Mercury Lamp is really afraid of her — — The huge puppet immediately became obedient.
However, it only stayed obedient for a minute.
"Hey, when can you send me back, or help me find my Father?"
Mercury Lamp once again brought up the topic that she always talked about, but this time, she placed "go back" in front of "find my Father".
"You have to understand that your world isn't on our login list. However, I promise that I will send you home as soon as possible."
This was the only consolation that I could give her. Then, after hesitating for a while, I still gently placed my hand on Mercury Lamp's head and rubbed it twice.
More or less, it would make her feel more at ease.
"Pa!"
As expected, the door was opened directly …
Lin Xue looked at my deflated expression and chuckled. The meaning in the big sister's eyes appeared in front of my eyes like subtitles: "Blockhead, your Daddy Halo finally lost its effect!"
Tsk, my motive just now was rather pure.
The bustling transmigrators were not far away from us. The feeling was as strange as watching a movie. After observing for a long time, I gradually discovered the similarities between these transmigrators.
Almost everyone's first question was: "When can we go back?"
Transmigration isn't as beautiful as you think it is.
Suddenly being thrown from home to a place where you have no relatives, everything you are familiar with falls apart in an instant. The distance between you and your family that you get along with day and night can't even be described as life and death. Furthermore, you have to face a different world that is filled with danger …
And the Empire soldiers who have serious violent tendencies.
This kind of pressure isn't something that ordinary people can bear. Even if you look at the online novels of X Point and fantasize about how many times you would slaughter in a different world, when transmigration really befalls you, you will also be homesick, especially after these transmigrators have been living in fear on Earth for several days.
If it was a transmigrator from the parallel world of Earth, it would be better, such as Shana, at least she can find a lot of things that she is familiar with here. However, those Namekians, orcs and the like are really a mountain of pears.
Uh … there seems to be an exception?
A transmigrator who is completely different from the others walks past me. An Earthling, an Earthling wearing a hurdle vest, big pants and flip-flops, an Earthling buying porn with the Empire soldiers. So many transmigrators walk past me, but this is the first time I see such a calm person.
"Excuse me, are you a transmigrator?"
Out of curiosity, I walked behind this unconventional transmigrator and patted his shoulder as a greeting. "I am the person in charge here, they call me Chen Jun."
"Ah, nice to meet you." The flip-flops uncle grinned at me. "I just transmigrated here the day before yesterday, people gave me the nickname Big Eyeball …"
I was speechless.
"Ah Jun, what's wrong?"
After returning to my seat, seeing my strange expression, Shallow Shallow immediately came over and asked me.
I shook my head. "It's nothing, I probably saw the boss just now … Shallow Shallow, can you stop broadcasting that part just now?"
Then, everyone at the table looked at me as though I was an alien.
That was just a small interlude. What came next was still the leisurely time of eating edamame and watching a good show.
However, it seems that even the heavens couldn't bear to see things develop so smoothly. The next morning, an emergency communication from the New Eden Federation made me understand that while we were eating edamame, there were two good friends who were in deep trouble.
In the distant depths of the sea of stars, there is a beautiful place … Forget it, this style doesn't suit me. To put it simply, in the faraway Keplu Star District, a human uncle named James Reynolds and a Proteus man named Zeratul were experiencing unprecedented pressure. This was what they expressed to me in their morning communication.
They didn't even know how to subtly express that as a party member, they could overcome all difficulties and that the current situation was good, but they still hoped that comrades from the organization would come and guide them. The moment they spoke, they mentioned the huge difficulties they were facing.
Social unrest.
This was not easy to understand. After all, even on Earth, where the level of civilization was relatively lower, the sudden appearance of transmigrators on the streets and the gangsters beating up cosplayers on the streets did not cause much panic. However, in the Keplu Star District, the citizens of the Federation who were used to seeing all sorts of alien creatures and combat robots on the streets were starting to feel uneasy.
The reason was complicated. To put it simply, after the Cataclysm, the dark clouds that had been hanging over the entire New Eden Federation had finally found a breakthrough point for the bewilderment and worries of the entire race.
It was impossible to find out who was the first to leak the news, but now the ordinary people of the New Eden Federation were indeed spreading the rumor that the invaders from another world had entered human society, and even the Xiling Empire had sent a commissioner to fight them. The country was already in a terrible situation where all humans were squeezed into refugee planets and colonial ships, and now that such a rumor had spread, the social unrest caused by it was absolutely catastrophic.
What was even more deadly was that these rumors could easily be verified. Whether it was the appearance of people in strange clothes, "deranged" people, or federal agents rushing out to arrest people, or the recent appearance of secret concentration camps in the public eye, all of these were strong proof of all these. Due to the reconstruction after the disaster, the New Eden Confederation was now in a state of shortage in terms of residential land. They could not even find a spare ecological planet to house the billions of transmigrators (thanks to the New Eden Confederation's vast territory, this number would steadily increase in the next few days), and the result of concentrating them under the public's nose was a new wave of doomsday theories that rose like a boat rising like a rising tide.
The most urgent request that Renault made to me was that he hoped the Empire could help them build an ecological planet to house the transmigrators as soon as possible (creating an ecological planet in a few days was a technology that the New Eden Federation absolutely did not have at the moment), or at least stop the emergency concentration camps from stimulating the nerves of the people.
Furthermore, Renault and Zeratul had already jointly expressed to me that they really wanted to dip the person who first started the rumors in chili sauce and swallow him whole.
This showed the superiority of human society (specifically on 'Earth'). After being baptized by all kinds of gossip and doomsday theories, the spirit of the people of Earth was in a state of tenacity that even the Proteans were amazed by. If such rumors were to spread on Earth, I could guarantee that they wouldn't even be able to leave the Third Ring Road before they would be fermented into an entertainment version in the saliva of the uncles and aunties — just like the story from 2012.
"So, you have to personally make a trip to the New Eden Federation."
This was what I said before pushing Liliana onto the flagship of the Empire heading to the Kepru Star Zone.
"Why do you always leave the errands to me?" A certain fake loli High Priestess had a look of displeasure. She had just gone on a long business trip from Azeroth and was still complaining about how tired she was.
"Just treat it as a missionary while you're at it." I chuckled. Even though this lass said that she was unwilling, didn't she still obediently accept the mission?
"Tsk, black-hearted boss … I'll be setting off then." After leaving behind such a sentence, the Chief Priestess of the Church of the Goddess of Life, the Chief Inquisitor of Heresy, the Great Pope, the Chief Ascetic, the Chief Head Maid, the Chief … the Great Hoodwinker led the Holy Temple army that she had built up, a group of unemployed vagrants, a group of militarists, and a group of religious lunatics. She left the Solar System in an imposing manner and began her magnificent journey — but that was for another time.
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