After aimlessly strolling around the Shadow City which had almost turned into a marketplace for nearly an hour, buying a bunch of random trinkets from those strange merchants of unknown dimensions, Bubble who had been working intensely for an entire day finally yawned.
"Alright, it's getting late. Go back and rest."
I took the magic crystal flying swords, rune cards, pyroxene figurines, and spirit core master balls from Bubble's hands. I gently pressed on the head of the otaku loli who was yawning non-stop but still stubbornly grabbed onto the corner of my clothes and refused to go home. "I'll help you hold onto these treasures. I'll distribute them to the others when we get back."
"I'm not sleepy … I'm not sleepy at all." Bubble yawned once again, then mumbled to herself, "It's not easy to finish my work. If I don't even have time to play for a while before I have to sleep, it would be such a pity."
She really has the logic of a child. If someone who didn't know the inside story heard her words, they would definitely feel a deep sense of pity for her. Just like the first time I saw this lass shut her eyes and was' sealed 'in the crystal prism, I was fooled. But now, after knowing her true nature, I could only smile helplessly at her, "If you don't have to open tens of millions of accounts to play games, watch anime, watch movies, read novels, and search Baidu every time you work, you wouldn't be so tired."
"Hmph! That only takes up a few percent of this host's functions! " Bubble bared her teeth at me and waved her little arms, showing the appearance of a violent host. But very quickly, she couldn't resist the mental protest. After rubbing her head comfortably under my big hand, this otaku who didn't have enough to play hugged my leg (… tragic height). "Un, I'm going back to the Mother Nest to rest. You should sleep early too. Don't ambush them at night."
What kind of deja vu speech is this? Bubble, do you dare to let others see what you are doing with those few terabytes of bandwidth every day? No wonder you always thought that Gilgamesh's English name is galgames!
Enduring the ridicule in my heart, I sent off the sleepy mother of my child and let out a long sigh of relief.
Now, there really isn't a single person by my side.
How long has it been since such a peaceful situation?
I looked at the crowd of people around me, but there wasn't the usual group of noisy girls jumping around. I suddenly felt a little emotional.
Usually, I would be surrounded by a group of beauties or a group of unscrupulous Imperial Army officers. I was almost used to the lively atmosphere that was completely inconsistent with my personality of idling around. Now, suddenly entering a state of wandering alone, I actually found it unexpectedly peaceful.
… And it was a little boring.
I must confess it was more pleasant to be with the merry fellows than to wander about the streets alone like this.
However, after a brief mental connection, I learned that Qianqian was currently trying to carry an "Infinite Stratos" (IS) back home, so I decisively gave up on the idea of going to the girls who were having too much fun.
Compared to the boredom of wandering alone, I felt that it would be more terrifying to go to Shallow and destroy my worldview.
I strolled around aimlessly for a while. Looking at this city that I had unknowingly built and flourished, looking at this place that I had always been protecting, looking at the tens of thousands of people who had unknowingly gathered around me due to various reasons, it seemed pretty good.
I felt that I must have been a poet in my previous life, always falling into a strange state of being a scholar under unimaginable circumstances.
Perhaps it was because I didn't like places that were too noisy, but without the Happy Tribe's guidance, I unknowingly walked to a secluded area. When I raised my head to look around, I discovered that I was already near the edge of the gathering area.
The gathering that had been incomparably lively during the day was now completely silent. Only a small number of craftsmen were in their respective areas, preparing the necessary decorations for tomorrow's event. Along the way, people who recognized me would occasionally stop what they were doing and bow to me in greeting. There would also be people who would suddenly shout from a dark corner, "Long live the Emperor!" Along the way, I had been surprised and startled.
Even though I knew that the Undead didn't require much light, but considering that there were so many other races that relied on their eyes to see, couldn't the Undercity's labor team light up a light at night?
Because they worked tirelessly, there were many low-level workers, and they weren't interested in the ongoing night market in the city. More than half of the craftsmen in the Azeroth delegation were workers from the Forsaken. This was also the new racial structure that gradually formed in the World of Azeroth after world peace was achieved. Humans represented the most creative pioneers, Elves were the most outstanding artists and magic scholars, Dwarves were the indispensable blacksmiths in the Azeroth family, and the Forsaken represented the most efficient and useful labor force. These various roles formed the current Azeroth Salvation Army: an army that was as united as brothers.
Of course, the above was only used to explain why I was shocked by 16 Undead craftsmen working in the dark less than 300 meters away.
After passing through the gathering place, I went around to the totem area.
During the day, the number of tourists gathered here far exceeded my expectations. The number of people who were interested in the heroic deeds of the vassal civilizations of the Empire obviously exceeded everyone's expectations. Countless people came to this place filled with monuments to admire the history of those heroic races that fought against fate. Even now, when the activities in the gathering place had completely stopped, there were still groups of people standing under the huge holographic projections, looking up at the scenes that had solidified into history.
Stopping in my tracks, I looked up at the nearest holographic projection. The scene that it was replaying over and over again made me recall many things. This was one of the monuments of the Kepru Star District. Now, it was showing the scene of the entire Kepru intelligent race's collective exile before the arrival of the thermal activation. In the projection, the huge fleet of exiles that covered the light of the stars passed over the sky of their home planet in the tragic afterglow of the end of the world. They were as panicked and helpless as a flock of birds startled by gunshots. The images of Renault and Zeratul alternated in the background of this dark starry sky, truly reproducing the resolute expressions of these two leaders who had participated in the creation of history at that moment. In the solidified sound field around the monument, the announcement that was made by me and Sandora to the public at that time, the announcement that the end of the world was coming was played in a loop.
Then, the scene changed. The fleet of exiles landed in their desolate new home and began to build their second home. The white flood caused by the thermal activation flashed across the projection, representing the destruction of their former home in an instant. The surroundings echoed with James Renault's famous speech in the desolate Gobi Desert of the New Eden Federation Capital Star: "We are still alive."
Just like the scenes recorded on every monument, these things had not undergone any form of post-processing. They were all historical facts recorded by the Shiring Apostles or scouts who were present at that time using their own recording equipment. However, they themselves were already more touching than any post-processing "documentary." From the corner of my eye, I saw a few girls covering their faces and crying in front of a monument. They saw the tragic scene of the last 37 knights stationed in the Light's Hope Chapel charging towards the tidal wave of demons.
"I feel that … I don't even have the qualifications to be recorded in these monuments together with them."
Suddenly, I heard a gentle young female voice beside my ear. It was filled with some emotion and admiration.
I shook my head gently. "Laura, you should speak in Chinese. If you really can't speak, you can use English."
A certain seventeen year old female bishop: "…"
"Don't you think it's boring to bully girls?"
I thought for a while and decided to tell the truth. "Actually, I have already excluded you from the category of girls."
"… Well, it seems that I'm really not suitable to act like the people around you," Zola spread her hands and sighed, resigned to her fate. Then, she looked up at the monument of the Keplu Sector, "This is the first time I've faced the history of these heroes. It feels completely different from the boring words I once saw in your archives. Although I'm also involved in some things, compared with these people who really created the trajectory of the world, I always feel that I'm really not good enough."
"Why are you suddenly thinking of belittling yourself?" I looked curiously at the old bishop beside me who was wearing a pink dress and had long hair that almost reached the ground. I felt that Laura's behavior today was strange. "Besides, you don't seem to have the habit of wandering around at night, do you?"
"It's just that after finishing my prayers, I still felt uneasy and wanted to come here to take a look. I didn't expect to meet you here." There was a smile on Laura's face like a mask. However, I knew that this expression of hers was just a habit and there was no malice in it.
"To be honest, remember to add your name and address when you pray because God is a fool."
The expression on Laura's face finally had a real change. Now, she looked depressed. "This is really bad. I love you as if you are God, but you are dismissive of it."
"God knows what your true thoughts are, but it seems that you are a little confused right now." I showed an understanding smile to the blonde "girl" in front of me. "I once thought that you wanted to find the guidance of human self-redemption from the Shiring Apostles, or you wanted to find someone who was strong and fair enough to entrust your long-term search for an absolute existence. At first, I understood it that way, but now, you seem to be troubled by something."
Although I already knew that Information Projection would have a tremendous impact on the "plot" and "settings," it was still rather rare to see an individual like Laura who deviated so greatly from the original work. Not to mention, she had a high IQ to begin with. I had never been able to see through this woman who seemed to have a stubborn goal. Compared to Gilgamesh, who was also completely different from the "original work", Laura was far too much of a headache.
That personal nanny of Little Bubble whose intelligence was below average was the only one who could be seen through with a single glance.
Laura looked at me quietly. The expression on her face was so calm that no one could see through her emotions. "You are right, I am only seeking an answer. Perhaps this is the reason why you find it ridiculous, but I hope to find the future of humanity. The Shiring Apostles, a powerful race that can be called God, is something that people yearn for. What your people embody might be the only way for humanity to continue to move forward. At least, it is the only way that is confirmed to be feasible. Perhaps you have already thought of this: It is not only me, the leaders of every vassal world around the Empire have the same thought. Everyone is trying to find the way forward for their civilization from the existence of the Shiring Apostles, who have reached the truth. It is even more so for worlds like ours, which can only be considered as weak. "
I was silent for two seconds. Then, I said with a conflicted expression, "I really didn't think of this."
Laura, "… Can't you just pretend that you have thought of it?"
"Alright, back to the topic just now. Why did you suddenly sigh?"
"I just feel that what I've done in my life and them …" Rolla said as he pointed at the heroic leaders of other worlds on the monument. "Compared to their achievements, it's really a little insignificant. It's just a personal feeling. Similarly, when their world was facing destruction, every single one of them rose up to fight. Even in the face of death, they did not retreat. Even if they were defeated in the end, at least they had fought and fought against fate together with you. Only us — Now that I think about it, when the end of the world came, we were actually still busy with the internal strife of our race. Because of the differences in our ideology, such a small world was divided into pieces by various forces. When the meteorites fell from the sky, we could only run in all directions, waiting for the savior to save us. Such a race is really regrettable … "
* Crack! *
A karate chop accurately hit the head of the archbishop who had fallen into an inexplicably depressed state. Then, the other party and I were stunned for a while.
Damn it, I am used to it.
Suddenly, I realized that this auntie bishop was fundamentally different from the girls under me. I hurriedly jumped back half a meter before seriously criticizing and educating her, "It is just that the situation is different. Back then, in that situation, what are you all fighting for!"
"So those are just my personal feelings." Zola rubbed her head. "I'm not going to be disappointed with my race because of a little unsatisfactory performance. It's just that I'm a little depressed when I think that I represent the weakest force among all the vassal worlds. Compared to other worlds, I'm just like a child, so I'm just a little depressed."
That was true. Not to mention the galactic civilizations like the New Eden Federation and the Civilization Community, even compared to the magic civilization like the World of Azeroth that could already use arcane spells to explore other planets, the magic power of the enchanted world that Laura represented was really a little weak.
This sudden discovery that surfaced in my mind made me think. It seemed that … the current vassal forces of the Empire still had some unsatisfactory aspects, but … how should I make up for this shortcoming?
An activity like the Carnival might be of some use, allowing the various worlds to exchange their advanced theories of power. Perhaps, it could increase the strength of some weaker civilizations, but this shouldn't be enough.
Laura looked at the contemplative expression on my face, as though she had already achieved one of her goals. A faint smile appeared on her face. "Then, I shall not disturb your thoughts anymore."
"Alright," I nodded my head. Then, before she turned around to leave, I called out to her again. "Laura, in the future, if you have anything to say, just say it. You better restrain your old habit of always scheming against others in front of me."
"Err … I am very sorry …"
After Laura left, I began to think about the current problems regarding the vassal worlds of the Empire, such as how to increase their strength without interfering with their normal development. That vixen might indeed have coincidentally met me here, but there was definitely a motive behind her words, such as fighting for some benefits for her own world.
This wasn't surprising at all. The number of vassal worlds of the Empire was increasing day by day. Countless races were participating in the battles against various threats to the world as the servant armies of the Empire. In the process, they also received tangible benefits, which was the support of a civilization that had reached the pinnacle. For an intelligent civilization that prioritized development and progress as their number one goal, this kind of guidance that could allow them to avoid hundreds or even thousands of years of detours was an unimaginable benefit. However, there was more than one vassal world of the Empire. In that case, it was a question of who would receive more attention.
Races that were powerful and proficient in battle would naturally make great achievements on the battlefield their greatest capital. However, those worlds that were relatively backward and weak would have to look for another path. Laura's words today were obviously to remind me of one thing: Don't neglect those weak "children".
Perhaps it was due to our position that Sandora and I didn't pay much attention to this point. However, Laura had already realized that if the power of the enchanted world that she represented continued on like this, sooner or later, there would be a day when they would depart from the stage that the Empire had set up. Compared to a magic civilization that had hundreds of thousands of years of history or an interstellar civilization that had colonized the universe long ago, a civilization that hadn't even left Earth and only had a few thousand years of experience was really lacking.
I didn't know how much time had passed, but the sound of footsteps suddenly interrupted my thoughts.
Noticing that the footsteps were directed at me, I raised my head in confusion and saw a silver-haired girl smiling at me.
"Sylvia?"
I greeted the other party, a little surprised. "Why are you still wandering around outside at this hour?"
In my impression, Sylvia was an obedient child who closed the shop punctually at 10 o 'clock to sleep. Could it be that this lass got lost again?
"I was just curious. In my memory, the Empire has never held such an activity before. I didn't expect it to be so interesting."
The silver-haired girl in front of me had a quiet smile on her face as she looked into my eyes.
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