Sending the Heroic Spirits out to search for the Transmigrators and the point of damage to the world wasn't a sudden idea, but rather … an idea that came to me on a whim.
I admit that I'm not an astute person, and I've disappointed everyone. I have some self-respect.
Of course, to say that it was on a whim, there was still a fundamental difference between me and Shallow Shallow. Letting these fellows who were idling their days away in Avalon to exercise their muscles wasn't just for the sake of training them. The current situation was truly a little troublesome.
Ever since a few days ago, the number of Transmigrators discovered had increased exponentially. Now, the number of Transmigrators entering the City of Shadows has been decreasing. However, this doesn't mean that we have captured all the Transmigrators. On the contrary, it means that the Transmigrators are hiding.
Groups of men in black suits going out on the streets to hunt down performance artists might be overlooked by the uncles and aunties who have seen too many of the strange phenomena of modern society, but it would inevitably attract the attention of those who are more meticulous. Transmigrators who came from another world are undoubtedly the most cautious among them. Suddenly being thrown from their familiar home to a strange and strange space, other than people like Shallow Shallow, anyone with an IQ of over 20 would raise their vigilance to the limit. More and more Transmigrators have already smelled the 'unfriendly' aura of this world. They might have already faintly guessed that there is an organization in this world that specializes in dealing with Transmigrators, and after a round of brainstorming, they expanded the image of the men in black suits into various uncensored and harmonious versions. For the sake of their own wealth and family's lives, they tried their best to hide themselves. The special agents that we sent out had indeed discovered such a trend. Many Transmigrators who tried to hide among the ordinary people were forcefully dragged out. These were generally the more pitiful fellows. Since they looked like Avatars, they shouldn't expect to hide in human society. They even insisted on declaring that they were cosplayers in front of the soldiers of the Empire. Don't they know that they are sh * t yellow?
By the way, in order to suppress the rumors that these Transmigrators created among the ordinary people, Lin Xue had to put in a lot of effort.
However, capturing these Transmigrators who tried to hide was an insignificant achievement. This only made me worry. Just how many Transmigrators from worlds similar to Earth had perfectly hidden themselves among us?
Up until now, other than the absolute distinction of appearance, the only way for us to identify a Transmigrator was through the potion that Jingle developed. The effect of the potion lasted for fifteen minutes. Discovering a Transmigrator would affect one's appetite for half a day. Overuse would also cause one's vision to blur. Even the eyes of elite Schilling soldiers couldn't withstand the eye drops from the World Tree. That thing treated hardened Khorium Ore Dog Eyes and Saron's Evil Iron Dog Eyes equally. Currently, many soldiers had no choice but to undergo surgery at the medical center due to the deterioration of their vision. The situation in the New Eden Federation was even worse. Reynolds had used too much of the potion and had already been forced to kneel on the motherboard after mistaking a female subordinate for Kerrigan three times in a row. He said that not only did the Federation need a colonized planet to settle the Transmigrators, but they also needed a group of good ophthalmologists to restore the vision of every high-ranking member of the Federation, including himself and Zeratul. Therefore, relying on those supportive potions to identify every single Transmigrator in the world had proven to be impossible.
Even if it was just the Transmigrators on Earth, it would be impossible. If they were determined to hide in the crowd, there was nothing you could do. Thanks to the surging hormones of human beings, there were seven billion people on this small planet. Just the thought of this number made the "Men in Black" organization, which we had temporarily formed, sigh in collective fear.
Then there was the spatial imbalance of the world itself. Liliana got lost because of this. This was also something that gave us a huge headache. Using radar to scan every nook and cranny of the universe was basically a waste of money. Not to mention, there was no guarantee that we would be able to find anything. This was supposed to be the job of Jingle and her World Shrine. Unfortunately, Jingle was currently busy fixing the erroneous data in the world. Not to mention, she also had to arrange for the poison island and the others to "change their nationality". She had no time to help us with the census. As for the World Shrine …
That damned pirated system had serious bugs. In order to save money on buying candy, Jingle had bought a second-hand Yggdrasil seed from the flea market. The pirated operating system that came along with this second-hand product had caused every single person in the world to die. The hardware and software were seriously incompatible. Not to mention, Liliana would often pluck sprouts from the Yggdrasil's branches to eat. This caused our World Shrine to need at least a hundred and twenty-seven years to complete a system self-check. By that time, this world would already be suffering from late-stage stomach cancer and accumulated water all over the body.
The little one had already promised that as long as she received her year-end bonus, she would give the Yggdrasil a new operating system. (This unfortunate little brat didn't have a good plan for spending money in the Divine Realm, so she couldn't afford to buy a new Yggdrasil seed. That thing was incredibly expensive in the Divine Realm. It was enough for her to eat the "Fruit of Eternal Life Family Bucket" more than ten times.) However, I was really worried that she wouldn't be able to keep her year-end bonus.
Since the Yggdrasil and God couldn't be relied on, then these newly signed heroic spirits that hadn't been harmed by us yet should be reliable, right? Even though there were all kinds of annoying fellows among them, at least they should be more efficient in missions that were related to the origin of the world.
After an emergency discussion, it was finally decided that the people who were sent to the Kuiper Belt to investigate the world deviation were Cuchulin and a large group of heroic spirits who were selected along with the plane tickets. I knew that they were all important figures, and many of them were even more powerful than Cuchulin, but unfortunately, my memory was limited. Only people like Alaya and Gaia could remember all the names of so many heroic spirits. In my eyes, they were all extras.
"Why do you have to send me?"
He hadn't even recovered from fishing Cold River Snow when he was inexplicably assigned to a long-range mission that he had never thought about in his entire life. A certain pitiful spearman had a blank expression on his face, along with a pain in the ass and a bit of misery.
"You can be happy." Red A shrugged, then patted Cuchulin's shoulder as if they were in the same boat. "I have to go to a place called Kepru. It's countless times further than your Kuiper Belt, and there's also a planet's consciousness called Gaia waiting to order me around. You don't know how much pressure I'm under right now …"
"Chen, I have a question!" The one who spoke was Artoria. His Majesty the Knight King was still used to calling me by this simple surname. "What are we going to do?"
This was a problem. Although the heroic spirits were all heroes of their respective generations, and none of them had an IQ lower than average, it seemed that none of them had studied the knowledge of the universe, right?
"Let's rely on our intuition." I scratched my head. "Jingle said that you have now become an extension of the World Tree. You can rely on your intuition to discover abnormalities in this world. Mm, for example, you, Artoria, pay attention to your ahoge. The direction it points to will definitely lead to a lost Grim Reaper. That's right, that's what I think!"
With an unprecedented determination in my eyes, I seemed to have suddenly discovered the truth of the world. I pointed at Saber's ahoge with one hand and placed the other on my waist as I announced loudly. The little lion's face visibly reddened.
And I dare to swear on Liliana's dark conscience that it was definitely not the result of shyness.
"Chen!" As expected, the Knight King exploded. At this moment, the petite and beautiful girl seemed to be possessed by Kratos. Her whole body was brimming with endless power. "Although I respect you very much, you have gone too far this time! Please don't use this kind of method to satirize other people's physiological characteristics! And since it involves the safety of the world, no matter what, you can't say such irresponsible words as' relying on intuition '. As for the ahoge … ahoge … it's not like I wanted it to grow! I tried to press it several times, but it didn't work. Even after I cut it off, it would still grow back. Hmm … it's not my fault at all … it kept growing on its own … "
Eh, as she spoke, the Knight King who was lecturing me with a serious face just now entered a state of self-reproach and awkwardness? And just now she said that the ahoge would grow back after I cut it off? Then should I try to pull it off now?
"So that's how it is. Saber's strongest secret is on the antenna …"
From the moment I mentioned the word "ahoge", Cuchulin had been thinking about something. At this time, he nodded thoughtfully, as if he had discovered the truth. Then, he said it out loud. Not only did he say it, but he also did it: he randomly picked up a piece of barbecued meat that no one knew where and shook it slightly in the air.
Saber's hair moved first. Under everyone's horrified gaze, the ahoge on the Knight King's head was visibly deflected by ninety degrees. Then, it swayed rapidly along with the barbecued meat in Cuchulin's hand. It was as accurate as a compass. As for Artoria himself, he only reacted after two seconds and focused his gaze on the food.
"Hey, it really works!" Cuchulin didn't realize what he was doing and still said cheerfully. Next to him, Sasaki and Red A, the two brothers who were originally his lucky three treasures, gave the unlucky spearman a thumbs up and gave him a "good job" evaluation. Then, they tacitly took a step back.
Saber took a deep breath.
"Ex … calibur!!!"
Wow! That unlucky kid is like a shooting star!
According to Medusa, everyone was already used to similar situations. Cuchulin's tragic nature had always been a weirdo in Avalon. Just the number of times that this foul-mouthed guy spoke rudely and caused God's Punishment was enough for us to write a book titled "A Hundred Thousand Reasons for Cuchulin's Death", and it would even be a serialized version.
"Medusa, you are one of the more stable ones. Keep an eye on those guys."
When I was about to leave Avalon, I said to the purple-haired woman who had been silently following behind me.
Although she wasn't a commander or a leader, Medusa's biggest characteristic was that she would complete the tasks that you gave her like a machine. Apart from her recent obsession with action games, she was honest and reliable. At least, she was the one who listened to me the most out of all the heroic spirits. That was because of Sakura.
"Yes," Medusa agreed in a low voice. Then, she added, "But I think that King Arthur is more suitable. After all, he was once a monarch and is better at commanding than me."
I shrugged, "Someone like Cuchulin was once a hero of Ireland. Don't ask about the origin of a hero, don't ask about the age of a rogue. Also, I don't trust Artoria's personality. He's the king of knights that could be swayed by two biscuits …"
"You are really … an easy-going master." Miss Rider hesitated for a moment and finally gave the evaluation of 'easy-going'.
You can just say that I don't have the bearing of a leader.
"But surprisingly, you are quite reliable and never let people down." Medusa seemed to have noticed my awkwardness. She added in a panic, "Well, at least we heroic spirits who have nothing left except our stubbornness have a chance to 'live' again. For this, all of us will thank you."
"Alright, alright. Auntie Laura has been flattering me for a long time today." I waved my hand to interrupt Medusa. "I'm already very pleased that those heroic spirits can get along well with each other. If you want to thank me, just don't cause any trouble. Say hello to Artemis for me. I'll be heading back first."
Time passed quickly and it was already the next day …
The heroic spirits were very efficient. After the maintainers of order in this world personally went out, the hidden transmigrators were uncovered one by one. This greatly reduced the pressure on Schilling's special agents. For them who were used to fighting and killing, the task of checking the residences was too difficult.
Unfortunately, the number of heroic spirits was limited. All they could do was move around within the boundaries of Earth and provide some support to the New Eden Federation. After all, the heroic spirits were originally just the guards of a planet, and I only had a small portion of them under my command. But no matter what, their work efficiency was quite high.
"So, I have nothing to do now."
Lying on the recliner that Liliana usually used on the balcony, I explained why I was enjoying photosynthesis in the middle of the afternoon while ignoring the transmigrators all over the world.
The Empire's special agents and heroic spirits were conducting the search outside. The stability of the City of Shadows was maintained by my elder sister, Sives and Laura Stuart who had recently taken up the position of using the glory of the Lord to move the foreigners. There was still no news from Liliana, but Tawil had basically confirmed the final navigation mark of the lost fleet. It was only a matter of time before he found that lass. Thinking about it this way, it seemed like I really had nothing to do anymore.
"So, you're just going to sit here and wait for death?"
The voice came from the opposite balcony's railing. To be more precise, it came from the mouth of a certain doll sitting on the railing. It was just that its 92.3cm height made people subconsciously think of it as a doll.
"Do you know, I had a dream a long time ago. My future life should be to have a recliner that can bask in the sun for an entire day, a room full of games and anime, and to be able to sleep at home without any disturbances until the sun sets. Look at how harmonious it is. There is no need to fight or kill when one's life goals are fulfilled."
"You're hopeless." Mercury Lamp jumped down from the railing and walked to my side with a look of disdain. "An idiot like you is actually an Emperor. Hmph, what a waste."
"At least it's better than a tyrant." I revealed an expression that Lin Xue called as a "silly smile". Just like before, I firmly pressed my hand on Mercury Lamp's head and rubbed it forcefully. "This world needs to be harmonious …"
"Pa!" As expected, it was slapped away. But this time, Mercury Lamp seemed to have slapped it away out of habit. There wasn't much of an angry expression on her face. In other words, did she finally get used to it?
"What a naive thought, Your Majesty." Mercury Lamp disdained my theory of being a good person. "But your subjects seem to have a high opinion of you. A bunch of idiots … Hey, when can I go home?"
"Homesick?" Although I knew that wasn't the reason, I still revealed a funny expression as I looked at Mercury Lamp. I extended my hand and lightly flicked her head. I retracted my hand before she went berserk. "Is there someone important over there?"
The expression on Mercury Lamp's face seemed to be quite conflicted.
"I just want to find my father. Also, there are many grudges there …" The little doll would never show her lost or weak side, but at this moment, I mysteriously felt that she was conflicted in her heart. Although I didn't know where this conflict came from, I felt that I had the duty to enlighten every beautiful girl about their psychological conflicts, even if they were only 92.3cm tall.
"Hey, Mercury Lamp, we're friends now, right?" I wanted to get closer to her.
"No." A certain puppet shook its head decisively.
"… Just treat it as a small arrow to continue the conversation for the sake of the plot!"
"Tsk … Then treat it as a friend, even though it's a stupid friend."
"Then, as a friend, I want to discuss a question with you about Rozen. Is that Puppeteer really that important in your heart?"
Mercury Lamp immediately looked at me dangerously, but after confirming that I was serious, she turned her face away again. "What a waste of time. So this is the question. Of course, my father is irreplaceable to me. He is Rosette's father, and I …"
"But it's impossible for you to find him," I decisively interrupted Mercury Lamp. Some things had to be said. "Rozen, Jingle and I have already discussed about that human. Our opinion is that he is an alchemist, an alchemist who successfully created an artificial soul. Rosette is the irrefutable evidence. Through alchemy, Rozen might have also obtained a long life, such as the legendary person who lived for hundreds of years, but … the law of the world is harsh. It will not allow mortals to challenge its authority in this way. Perhaps mortals have the ability to obtain longevity and create life, but it will definitely not be a completely equivalent exchange like alchemy. You can understand what I mean: a mortal who challenged the law of the world and used alchemy to create an artificial soul must pay the same price for his creation. For example, his own soul. A person without a soul can obtain a longer life because the energy used for soul reincarnation has been overdrawn and turned into life force. However, the price to pay is even greater. After hundreds of years of life, the soulless will not even have the chance to reincarnate. In any case, Rozen will not be alive anymore …"
"You bastard!" As expected, Mercury Lamp chose to go berserk before I finished speaking. She instantly flew into the air, and then — — I directly reached out and grabbed her. The feathers behind her didn't even have time to launch.
"Don't throw a tantrum, you have to face reality. That's the conclusion made by Jingle, a true god."
"Let me go! You bastard! "The little puppet struggled violently in my hand, but its strength was insignificant." You all deserve to die! How can father disappear! Father is clearly still alive, he is still waiting for me to become Alice to find him! What do you know … "
"Yawu … Big brother! Ilya is here to play with you!! "
A sudden voice from the balcony door interrupted the stalemate between Mercury Lamp and me. Just like a game, I took the opportunity to hug Mercury Lamp, who kept protesting, to death. Her strength was originally weaker than me, plus her figure, Mercury Lamp didn't even have the chance to resist.
"What? Big brother also plays with dolls? "
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