Xyrin Empire-Chapter 234 - Scammers Advice
Chapter 234: Chapter 234 Scammer’s Advice
Chapter 234 -234 Scammer’s Advice
Today must be the most talkative day Pandora has ever had since her birth, I even suspect she decided to make up for the hundreds of thousands of years of silence in one go, zeroing out her quota. After she had finished talking about the “Undying” project and the affairs of her clones, nearly two hours had passed.
Despite her usually impassive face, I knew that Visca’s appearance must have shaken Pandora greatly. If it were me, I might even question whether I could accept such a matter. So, after offering some comforting words to Pandora, I half-forced her to lie down and rest immediately, and to stop thinking about Visca. The pressure she had endured in the past few days was already too much, and I couldn’t bear to see her take on even more.
Although Pandora is a powerful Imperial General, in my eyes, she’s just a little girl, just my little sister…
Leaving Pandora’s room full of concerns, I tried to calm my thoughts.
Visca’s fate is tragic—the birth of a clone body, then abandoned in the Death Star to fend for herself after the termination of an experiment. Just a system error condemned her and countless sisters to mutual slaughter until only one remained, not even knowing the value of her own existence, driven solely by the looped commands of the system. I couldn’t imagine a fate more tragic. Indeed, she’s our enemy, but now I feel she’s more like a little girl deserving of pity.
What made my heart even more conflicted was that Visca had wholeheartedly come to regard me as her brother. Although this might be a mistaken judgment due to her delirious state, or perhaps even a product of her own intense self-hypnosis, somehow, I really felt a hint of concern for her. If possible, I truly wanted to rescue her from her madness and loneliness.
If I were really to attempt this, I would have to act quickly. Visca was still part of the opposing camp, and although she was currently reluctant to harm us, her mind was not clear. It was very possible she could bring us great trouble without even realizing it, and those commanders of the Fallen Apostles might take advantage of Visca’s madness, prompting her to do something we would all regret for the rest of our lives. If that day were to come, it would be nothing less than a great pity, for us as well as for Visca…
Just as I was struggling to make a decision about Visca, a deliberately amplified sound of footsteps suddenly reached my ears.
I turned around and saw Lin Xue approaching—dressed in an oversized cartoon pajama.
Okay, I was stunned at the sight of those cartoon pajamas.
Lin Xue? The mischievous Miss who made creating chaos her primary goal in life, finding joy in opposing me, always playing the role of the Prophet and pompously announcing the weather for the next afternoon—was now parading in front of me in cartoon pajamas?
Cough cough… I know cartoon pajamas are nothing unusual, but the thing is, Lin Xue’s usual antics in my presence have already created a rather fantastic impression of her. In short, she exuded the image of a Worldly Demon King and schemer who, clad in a pitch-black cloak, would stand in a lonely palace at night, holding a glass of blood-red wine, and chuckle ominously at the large moon—even admitting that this image itself is full of talking points. Anyway, the presence of this playful Miss has always seemed to me something beyond the reach of ordinary humans. And now, right before my eyes, the legendary Miss Lin appears in the hallway wearing an innocently cute cartoon pig pajama…
It was akin to the bizarre sensation of witnessing Akmonde holding a bouquet of roses, singing “Conquest” beneath Changmen Youxi’s window.
Bad, the impact of Lin Xue in her cartoon pajamas was so great that my poor brain cells were in a state of extreme collective confusion…
“What are you looking at!” Lin Xue noticed my gaze fixed on her, and even though she had a tough façade, she seemed to struggle to maintain it, especially when she suddenly remembered she was wearing pajamas… conservative ones for home use, but still, parading in pajamas in front of a man is a bit… well…
What a miscalculation! To think I am revered as a Prophet, yet I forgot this guy is a ** man! Have I become too complacent around this dangerously explosive nouveau riche recently?
Lin Xue internally screamed, frustrated with her carelessness, while starting to plan how she could regain the upper hand over this detestable person in the days to come.
Provided by Lin Xue’s shouting, I also came back to my senses, noticing that her face was now slightly red, whether from embarrassment or anger, I couldn’t tell.
At that moment, I was actually quite taken aback.
To be fair, Lin Xue is a beautiful girl. Despite her usually abrasive personality, the elite education she had received from childhood had endowed her with a certain ladylike quality. Now, coupled with the slight blush and her comic pajamas, Lin Xue somehow gave off an intermingled sense of elegance, tranquility, and cuteness.
Rubbing my eyes, I blurted out, “Crazy girl, did you time-travel or something?”
…After I said it, I immediately regretted it.
Lin Xue is a Sandboxing Fifth Rank, something she boasted about to me during a chat once, but I think, after practicing on me for so long, this guy’s level has at least reached the peak of Sixth Rank…
After what was almost a routine physical confrontation, I casually brushed off Lin Xue’s claws that were planning to launch another attack and asked, “You haven’t answered yet, what are you doing wandering around instead of sleeping at this hour?”
The unexpected battle with the enemy had pretty much exhausted us for most of the night, and everyone was significantly drained. Now it was just the early hours of the morning. Had it not been for the mutation of my spiritual power, I would have been incredibly sleepy by now. So why did Lin Xue still have the energy to wander back and forth?
“It’s just that I was curious to see a suspicious, creepy-looking weirdo sneak into the room of a pure, cute, naive, and clueless little sister for two whole hours before coming out, so I wanted to come over and observe, and perhaps perform some ‘justice by eliminating a perverted man’ along the way.”
Lin Xue said this to me without hesitation and in a very serious and formal tone, a statement that could drive anyone to despair.
I was struck dumb for a moment, and only after three seconds was I able to squeeze out a response with a twitching smile, “Can’t you think of anything bright and sunny?”
“Sorry, but looking at your face doesn’t bring any bright and sunny scenes to mind…”
…This girl’s mouth had leveled up!
Although we bickered back and forth, I still knew that Lin Xue wandering around at this hour definitely wasn’t for some nonsense reason like performing acts of ‘justice’, nor was it just to spar with me and complain about my nocturnal visit to a little sister’s room. She was a Prophet—ignoring her plethora of infuriating traits, she was a true Observer. Hence, her seemingly mischievous actions usually concealed deeper implications. Perhaps it was to fine-tune a not-so-optimistic future, or to verify some ambiguous prediction scenarios. She would need to perform some actions that seemed totally irrational to me, to enhance her Prediction Ability and stabilize the course of destiny—of course, in many cases, I still insist that was just a poor excuse to justify why she suddenly gave me a combo HIT…
Alright, I digress. Actually, I was trying to say, Lin Xue showing up in front of me at this time definitely had a purpose. It wasn’t just because she wanted to practice Sandboxing or complain about me exploring a little sister’s room at night.
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“How should I put this, I’m not very clear why I should tell you this…” Rarely, the Prophet Lin Xue showed a puzzled expression, then suddenly she got serious and said, “The illusory future is showing signs of unprecedented turmoil, a mistake made in the distant past will lead to a tragic outcome. Either you do your best to rectify it, to avert that nearly hopeless fate, or let the tragedy end even more miserably and welcome that irreversible death…”
As she spoke these words, the expression on Lin Xue’s face suddenly became unfathomable. An elusive Energy Field enveloped the area three meters around the girl, and the face I was so familiar with was now filled with a calm and convincing serenity. Mysterious supernatural forces seemed to make her physical form unstable in the material world. Perhaps at that moment, she was already standing at some future spatial coordinate, observing all that was still vague to us, and what I saw was just an illusion she left behind in the current time-space… An uncontrollable thought spread through my mind: This is a Prophet, an eternal Wise who has observed everything in the world…
The above was a Self-completion in Lin Xue’s mind…
The truth was, seeing Lin Xue suddenly adopt an act of a Scammer saying all the profound nonsense—which I’d rather call brain-cell torturing—I didn’t hesitate to leap up, and with a precise hand strike, I whacked her on the head.
“Speak human language!”
“I saw a girl who has the same appearance as Pandora. You must help her, because one day in the future she will become a decisive force. Otherwise, just wait for your demise!”
Isn’t that a conclusion—knowing full well that my comprehension is limited.
It seemed Lin Xue’s random Prediction Ability had come into play again, allowing her to glimpse some fragmented pieces of the future. However, the uncertainty of destiny meant she had to remind me in advance, so that the still-tumultuous causal line could be solidified. Of course, since she only saw fragments, Lin Xue knew nothing about the girl who would appear in our lives in the future, nor did she know exactly how to ‘help’ her. But that was beside the point.
The point was, now I could finally make up my mind.
