I hadn't been back for more than a month, but the house was still the same as when we left. It was clean and tidy. The floor was so bright that it could reflect our shadows. The walls looked as if someone had scraped a layer of dust off them. The coffee table looked shorter than when we left. I could imagine how often Anveena would wipe the table when she had nothing better to do. Sometimes, I even thought that ever since Anveena came to this house, the area we lived in had been expanding at a rate of one square meter per year. Based on the housing prices of this place, our family's economic growth was almost on par with the lowest per capita income in the city. The only thing I was worried about was whether Anveena's diligence would last long enough for her to polish the walls of the house …
However, it was still better than Little Bubble who scribbled in her room all day long. The little brat was currently in an explosive period of creativity. Her graffiti was the biggest obstacle to the expansion of our house. If no one took care of it, I felt that sooner or later, no one would be able to enter her room.
The moment we reached the living room, the first thing Shallow Shallow and I did was to throw ourselves onto the sofa and lay on the cushion, panting. Actually, I wasn't tired, but if we didn't do that, we wouldn't be able to express the excitement of returning home from a long journey. As for Shallow Shallow, she saw me lying on the cushion and joined in the fun.
"Master, do you want to eat first or take a bath first, or …" Anveena asked eagerly as she stood beside the sofa with a happy smile on her face. I quickly waved my hand and said, "Hurry up and cook. If you finish what you want to say, I probably won't be able to eat today."
Anveena scratched her head in confusion. As she walked towards the kitchen, she muttered to herself, "I just wanted to ask the director if he wants to drink something first …"
I was so ashamed that I wanted to crawl into the seams of the sofa cushions in front of a bunch of girls. Then Dingdang did it for me. She performed the stunt of jumping over my head, but she missed her aim and got stuck in the seams of the sofa.
"Anveena looks pretty happy."
My sister forcefully pulled me up and tidied my clothes like a naughty little brother who would roll on the sofa after a day of playing outside.
Chestnut was putting on an apron and preparing to help in the kitchen. When she heard this, she turned her head and smiled happily. "Because everyone is finally back. When you guys weren't here, the house was so quiet. It was a bit scary to live in such a big house. Especially since Sister Anveena is used to singing and cleaning at midnight … Now that everyone is back, the house feels like home again. "
After Chestnut said that, she hummed a song and walked towards the kitchen, leaving us staring at each other. I thought to myself that I hadn't thought of this before. Living under the same roof as Anveena was really a test of one's ability to accept new things. This ghost maid was good at everything, but sometimes there were some things that made people shudder. For example, singing at night. It wasn't a crime to sing at night, but a ghost singing Sin 'dorei's Elegy at night was a bit creepy. Usually, Anveena could sing "The Windmill" to make people feel desolate.
Usually, it would be better if we were all at home, but when the whole family left, only a few people were left to look after the house, then Anveena's lethality would increase exponentially.
My sister helped me tidy up my wrinkled clothes, then bent down to pick up Shallow Shallow. The rest of us also headed to our rooms to prepare for dinner. At this moment, I suddenly felt a gaze on me. Curiously, I looked up and saw a small black figure flash past the staircase on the second floor. Although I couldn't see the figure's face clearly, the pair of big red eyes was quite eye-catching. Of course, what was even more eye-catching was the figure's height, which couldn't even reach the handrail of the staircase.
"Little Lamp! Stop hiding, I'm looking at you. "
I waved at the staircase. Two seconds later, a small white head popped out from behind the handrail. Mercury Lamp made a face at me from above, then resolutely rolled down. Yep, rolled down …
"Chirp!" Little Bubble unceremoniously knocked the mercury lamp away, leaving behind the figurine that was rolling down the stairs. Then, he flew down from the second floor in a parabola. I stared at the scene in front of me with my mouth agape. It was only when Little Bubble knocked me away as if I had been hit by an RPG that I came back to my senses and shouted, "Holy shit! This unlucky child! "
"Ahhhh! Daddy! Ahhhh! Let's go home! "
Little Bubble hugged my neck and rubbed herself against me with all her might. It seemed that she wouldn't stop until she rubbed off a layer of my skin. The little girl's speech was still unclear. The language she created herself, Little Bubble, was always so difficult to understand. But this time, I keenly noticed that she seemed to have said one or two clear words. Even though it was short, I could more or less understand what she meant.
I immediately jumped up like a carp and flung Little Bubble behind me like a cape. She hung there with a silly smile. Little Bubble's arm strength was no joke. So when I played with Little Bubble, I didn't have to worry about accidentally flinging her away. Instead, I had to worry about how to take her down most of the time.
"This child's speech has improved!" I said to my elder sister beside me in surprise. Little Bubbles was still mumbling behind us. This time, I could hear her even more clearly. Other than the phrase 'Daddy' that she had learned a long time ago, there were also three more words: 'Go home, go home'. It was just like Heng Yuanxiang's advertisement, rolling out of her mouth. Lin Xue sat on the sofa not far away and poured juice for herself. She watched the two of us play and muttered after a long time, "Tsk, that golden-bright fellow always teaches Little Bubble these three words when he has nothing to do. Sometimes, he even runs to the balcony to practice vocalizing them. The bird of the family across the street can say these three words now. That's a quail!"
I sweated and thought to myself, according to this comparison, Little Bubble, the newest computer in the Empire, can't even compare to a quail in her childhood.
"Hey! Hey! You idiot! How long are you going to ignore me! "
A clear and angry shout saved me from the thought of Little Bubble and a quail. I looked up and saw a pair of bloomers rapidly growing in my field of vision. Before I could react, I was smashed to the ground with a "bang".
Little Bubble jumped to the side with a "swish", while Mercury Lamp sat on my chest and scratched me while muttering something. The content was nothing more than expressing her dissatisfaction with the tumble just now and that a certain someone should be punished for neglecting her. I looked at the flustered and exasperated face in front of me and felt a bit dazed: Is this still the cold and indifferent chairman?
"What are you looking at!" Mercury Lamp forcefully grabbed my hair and tried to pull my head away from my neck. The wide gothic lace cuffs swept around my nose and made me want to sneeze. "Stupid human! Where's the present! "
"Present?" I scratched my head in confusion.
"Of course it's a present!" Mercury Lamp arrogantly sat on me, "Didn't we say before we left that if you don't bring me, you have to bring a present back! Are you not prepared? "
As she finished speaking, Mercury Lamp's beautiful ruby-like eyes narrowed dangerously. She moved her face less than five centimeters in front of my eyes and bared her remaining canine teeth with a cold glint.
Who am I? My reflexes didn't need to be said. I immediately took out a small bead from my pocket: "For you, a souvenir from Mobrador."
Mercury Lamp curiously took the bead and jumped to the side. She held it in her small hand and put it in her mouth to take a bite. She immediately frowned: "This is the present? Isn't it just a bead? Stupid human, are you trying to trick me? "
"Hold this up to the light." I cheerfully reminded her. Mercury Lamp looked at me in confusion, but in the end, her curiosity won over her doubt. She picked up the translucent sky-blue bead and looked at it under the light: "Huh? Stupid human, there's a little person inside. He looks just like you! "
"That's me." I smiled proudly: "This is the most popular souvenir from Mobrador. It's said to be a lucky bead blessed by Emperor Schilling. I also have a Demon Hunting Spear blessed by Sandora. Of course, it's also said to be …"
Mercury Lamp: "…"
I: "… Bite as you see fit."
At dinner, there was a circle of teeth marks on my head. Mercury Lamp had a toothache and couldn't eat, so she had to drink two big bottles of yogurt. Since she was still angry, she drank too much and almost vomited milk.
But even so, one thing was still very obvious: a certain puppet was in a very good mood today. After dinner, she even took the initiative to ask me to tell her stories about what happened outside. Normally, this would never happen. Mercury Lamp was used to keeping a straight face and facing everything coldly. Even if she was very close to her family, she wasn't used to talking to others when everyone was around. Usually, I would tell her stories, but that was in the dead of night when no one was watching. Today, she gathered with everyone and asked about this and that, which was a first for her.
In the noisy atmosphere, half a day passed quickly after we returned home. After all, mental exhaustion was not something that could be recovered from on the spaceship. The whole family returned to their rooms early at night to rest. Even Mercury Lamp was very sensible and climbed back into the box by herself. She didn't pester me to tell her stories today, but it was still very difficult for me to sleep because of some disturbing factors.
Jingle was jumping on the bedside table next to my head. She hugged the table lamp and swung on the swing. She gnawed on the pen holder and flapped her wings along the diagonal line on the ceiling. The little thing was especially energetic at night. When everyone was asleep, she was completely awake. I had to accept the sad fact that Jingle's jet lag was going to happen again …
It was a quiet night.
Early the next morning, I was woken up by Mercury Lamp falling from the sky. I hadn't slept at home for a month, so I wasn't vigilant enough against Mercury Lamp's airborne awakening technique. The bright sunlight poured into the bedroom from outside the window. It was so warm that I didn't want to get out of bed. In the end, Mercury Lamp, who had returned to her cold maiden state, decisively grabbed my hair and forcefully dragged me to the floor. As I carried this doll to brush my teeth and wash my face, I looked at the bedside table next to me. As expected, the little thing was hugging a piece of rubber and snoring. She was probably excited until midnight before she fell asleep. This little fellow who suffered from jet lag was really hopeless. However, when I turned on the faucet in the bathroom and prepared to brush my teeth with Mercury Lamp, Jingle still woke up by reflex. She swayed and flew to the sink. She closed her eyes and picked up her pocket toothbrush cup. She gulped down half a cup of water and took two mouthfuls of toothpaste before flying back to sleep.
Mercury Lamp and I were speechless.
I felt that if this muddle-headed little thing didn't have anyone to take care of her, she would really resurrect in the God Realm.
After breakfast, Sandora called me to the Shadow City. At the entrance of the fortress, she told me something with a serious expression. I instantly understood that even if I returned home, my days of leisure would never come.
She said, "Ah Jun, we should consider how to settle those souls."
I knew what she was referring to: the hundred thousand undead from the Vengeance Army that had been rescued from Mobrador.
It was impossible for Sandora to let them go. Settling those ancient souls as soon as possible was her greatest concern after the end of the war. Currently, those souls were temporarily stored in the crystal wings of the Leader Bees. The latter provided energy to simulate the storage environment in the control core to maintain the existence of these souls. However, this obviously wasn't a long-term solution.
Tawil was definitely a person who couldn't be idle. As long as her eyes were open, she would feel uncomfortable if she didn't work for even a minute. Even when she was resting, she would maintain a few mass projections outside to continue working. After returning to the shadow space, she immediately organized a large group of Empire technicians who were workaholics just like her to start researching those ancient souls. It had already been more than ten hours since then. According to the efficiency of the Empire technicians, there should be a preliminary analysis of the information.
"The situation isn't very good," Sandora said straightforwardly. She led me aimlessly on the square at the entrance of the fortress. "We have no way to let those souls return to their bodies. Currently, any known Shiring Apostles' bodies are incompatible with their souls."
I knew that the first research project that Tawil conducted after returning was to settle the souls of the Avengers as soon as possible. For example, putting them into a new body. However, I didn't expect that she would come to such a conclusion in just one night. Listening to Sandora's resolute words, I'm afraid that this was a situation with no way out.
"What's going on?" I couldn't help but slow down my pace and frown as I asked Sandora.
"Do you still remember? They actually said at that time." Sandora was also frowning. "They 'conceptually lost their bodies'. I didn't quite understand this point at first, but after Tawil's analysis and PL-15's supplementary explanation, I now know what's going on. Back then, in order to completely eradicate the abyss reaction in the spiritual network, not only did they separate their own souls, but they also distorted the existence of their own souls, turning it into a kind of information wave that is incompatible with anything with the definition of a 'body'. Through this method, they prevented the separation of their souls from their original bodies, thus causing a part of the abyss to survive. They also prevented their separated souls from ever having a physical body again. "
"So ruthless?" I said in astonishment. I thought to myself that the Avenging Army back then was indeed the most ruthless group of soldiers among the Shiring Apostles. They really didn't care about anyone's life, especially their own.
"There wasn't much choice in the situation back then. Any careless mistake that was left behind could have caused the last piece of land to become a nest of the abyss." Sandora shook her head lightly. Her dazzling blonde hair fluttered in front of me. In an instant, I felt as though I had been brought back to a long, long time ago, when the flames of war raged everywhere and we were fighting with our backs against the wall. "I'm not too sure how they managed to do it. This already involved rewriting the unique characteristics of their own race. The racial characteristics of the Shiring Apostles were only changed to their current state after a long period of time. For example, as long as we have the name of Schilling, we will have a certain level of resistance against the laws of nature. In order to increase this talent for the entire race, our ancestors spent close to twenty million years, but they … Although rewriting the existence of the soul is much easier than increasing the resistance of an entire race to the laws of nature, in such a short period of time, they really did something inconceivable."
"PL-15 didn't tell you the specifics of the situation?" My eyebrows twitched slightly. "He was a participant in the plan back then. No matter what, he should know some inside information, right?"
"The process of soul modification was completed by the technicians and mysticism experts of the Empire. Most of them disappeared in the years that followed, and the experimental data they left behind were not completely preserved. PL-15 only remembered that this technology was developed based on a major experimental disaster recorded in the history of the Empire. This technology was originally a product of that disaster. It once caused the Empire to lose a lot of important things, but in the situation back then, this soul-destroying technology turned the tide … "
Sandora was still speaking, but I couldn't pay attention to what she was saying anymore. That was because a lightning-fast thought flashed across my mind, and now it was ringing loudly at the back of my head. I remembered someone!
That Now Loading!
Alright, she also had a name called Gaia …
"Sandora." I pressed on the shoulder of the person next to me. "It seems like you were too worried that you didn't connect the dots. Actually, we know what happened to that so-called major experimental disaster, and we even know the survivors of that accident. "
Sandora looked at me in confusion.
"Gaia!" I couldn't help but reach out and pinch Sandora's cheek. "Conceptually, he lost his body, and can only be stored in the machine as data. He will never be able to obtain a body. Isn't that the current situation of Gaia?"
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