Xyrin Empire-Chapter 1297: Evil King’s True Eye, Bingdisi

Chapter 1297: Chapter 1297: Evil King’s True Eye, Bingdisi

Xiao Xue finally confirmed one of our suspicions, which is that in a future only heaven knows how far away, Sandora and I actually have a child, and it wasn’t entirely outside my expectations: the child’s birth process was quite uniquely Xyrin.

Sandora thought it would be fun to have a child, so she made one out of a soul fragment...

And this "Little Shan," as she’s named, was the biggest nightmare in the minds of the other little girls in the family for quite some time. With Sandora’s soul fragment inherited, you can imagine Little Shan’s appetite. According to Xiao Xue, ever since her big-eating sister was born, the royal family has basically lived every day surrounded by the smell of milk powder.

"When little sis was just learning to walk, she still had a habit of drinking milk. Back then, when she ran around, she often had three or four baby bottles hanging on her, it was quite amusing to watch," Xiao Xue reminisced fondly about the scenes of the future (does this sentence sound awkward?), ending with a tinge of sadness crossing her face, "If only she could share just one with me..."

To be fair, as a Princess, Xiao Xue absolutely wouldn’t go hungry, and if she wanted, she could spend every day swimming in a sea of milk, but everything has to do with psychology. Anyone who has witnessed Sandora’s eating feast might inadvertently worry if eating little would starve oneself: this biased comparison effect works just as well on a one and a half year old child. I wonder why I’m studying this...

Ever since finishing the meal, Sandora was in a semi-pale state, sitting alone by the window, staring at the stars and deep in thought. Usually, at this time, Bingdisi would definitely jump up looking for trouble, but for some reason, Bingdisi was also exceptionally quiet this time, keeping a distance of more than ten meters from Sandora and silently pondering at a small tea table. I couldn’t help but go over and pat this female hooligan on the shoulder: "Why aren’t you teasing Sandora this time? It’s not your usual style?"

Bingdisi turned her head, and her outdated expression startled me: "A life where one can marry and have children feels so advanced, Sandora seems like a creature from another dimension, I can no longer understand..."

I: "..." Well, it seems that this is the aftermath of Sandora’s previous remark of "dying without a man" that hasn’t dissipated yet.

With a sidelong glance, I noticed the row of naughty kids at the top of the nearby stairs. Anwina was mopping the floor, allowing these little ones to remain quiet and still at one place for a moment. I then walked over to Sandora and patted her hair: "What are you thinking about?"

"Children..." Sandora didn’t look up, yet her wistful voice seemed to convey all her myriad thoughts, "I don’t know why, but I feel... a little expectant, a feeling I never had before."

I was taken aback, Sandora now was enveloped in an atmosphere I had never seen before, this atmosphere was warm, calm, and laced with joy. She was moved by something Xiao Xue casually revealed. It turns out she had been contemplating the idea of having a child for quite some time here, gazing at the stars. I thought back to when Sandora briefly mentioned this topic to me before when Xiao Xue had just appeared, Sandora had this idea then, and now this notion has turned into some kind of certain, expectable fact.

"Although I feel like I’ve changed a lot, sometimes to the extent of having the peculiar thought of not recognizing the current me, it seems the things worth looking forward to in the future are still more than I imagined," Sandora gazed at the black, dense night sky as if her eyes penetrated the darkness, reaching the farthest end of the universe, "Ah Jun, you know, within five years after meeting you, I feel it’s even more substantial than all the billions of years of my life before, the purely rational part of my logical core tells me this is an illusion, but its emotional part has reached a contrary conclusion, which is truly an interesting phenomenon..."

I thought for a moment: "Does this mean spending days with me feels like years?"

Sandora suddenly froze, she turned her head stiffly, her sea-blue big eyes sweeping over my face like windshield wipers: "I know why Lin Xue wants to fight you every few days, you sure have a knack for annoying people sometimes with your words."

I thought I was just trying to lighten the mood... okay, though I’ve never succeeded in that before. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Sandora let out a breath and looked at the night sky: "Five years, if it were the old me, this short time should’ve passed in the blink of an eye for me. Waging war on the battlefield, expanding territory, advancing as if on autopilot, hundreds of years sometimes would just pass unconsciously. I really haven’t been like now, trying to look at the scenery around while moving forward, how many things I must have missed before, to the point that if I look back now, there would only be such a memorable point like Bingdisi: still a blemish. Many things have happened in these five years, each one seems never to have been experienced in the billions of years before, Ah Jun, it’s been great being with you, thank you."

Sandora suddenly raised her head, looked this way with a bright smile, her sea-blue eyes filled with a gentle glow. I blinked for a few seconds, then smiled: "Likewise." "..."

Sandora thought for a moment and finally decided not to hit me.

People are different, you know. Just look at how differently they reflect on life. Xiao Xue spilled some secrets, and Sandora immediately contemplated from a worldview perspective, while my only thought was about how chaotic our home might become. According to Xiao Xue, it seems Sandora’s child isn’t a simple one, and worse, that child is raised by a bunch of troublemakers at home...

"Speaking of which, according to Xiao Xue, our child..." As I mentioned this word, I noticed a slight change in Sandora’s expression, as if she was a bit embarrassed, and then I continued with a smile, "seems to grow up slowly just like an ordinary race’s child, even having to learn to walk. Xyrin Apostles don’t have such a growth phase, right? Even the slowest-growing model like Little Baobao was able to run, jump, and launch quantum missiles right from birth."

"Change is good," Sandora replied with a full smile, "Xyrin Apostles have never been a race that rejects change, and as it stands, we might indeed need such change. I have started to realize that a life form born for war might make us strong, but won’t necessarily make us great. A truly advanced civilization should possess something beyond mere power. A new evolution is about to... no, has already begun. The Xyrin Apostles will retain their war talents, but perhaps a new branch will emerge among the elite individuals, one that will make our pedestal less isolated. Ah Jun, you know, a civilization at its peak is like standing on a sharp tower. Because there is nothing higher or comparable around, this pinnacle becomes exceedingly dangerous. We are like acrobats, piling stones under our feet, making the already unsupported tower rise higher and higher precariously. Because we’ve distanced ourselves from the Mortal World and stubbornly guard our ’peak’ glory, we refuse to let our civilization show any ’flaws.’ This pinnacle becomes sharper until even you cannot bear it. At that time, a slight misstep could see you falling from the peak into the Abyss. We’ve fallen once 70,000 years ago; we cannot repeat the mistake this time. We need to add a note for steadying on the Xyrin Apostles’ ’absolute efficiency’ racial trait. It won’t slow down the Empire’s advance but can help us regain some things we have unintentionally abandoned, things our ancestors rejected as ’mortal flaws.’ But I think, perhaps the mortal aspect can grant Xyrin Apostles something beyond power..."

I listened silently. After Sandora figured out a problem, she would share her discoveries with me, excitedly and incessantly like now. At this time, no matter how much you can understand, you only need to listen with a smile. Moreover, what she said this time was indeed quite understandable—solitary gods would inevitably become tyrants, and the inability to comprehend mortals’ life forms would lead Xyrin Apostles to eventually lose interest in protecting the Mortal World. More fatally, after completely abolishing the characteristics of conventional races, Xyrin Apostles might also stagnate on the Evolution Road: because ’evolution’ is a privilege bestowed upon mortals, a perfect race doesn’t need evolution.

Xyrin Apostles will never accept the ’perfection’ brought about by such stagnation.

"From altar to mortal, from mortal to altar, finally achieving a true godly balance..." Just as Sandora and I were both lost in thought over a philosophical question, Bingdisi’s voice suddenly came from not far away. I looked in surprise in the direction of the voice and found that the usually playful female hooligan now had a solemn expression, wearing a rarely seen, what I would describe as ’divine,’ holy smile, sitting across from Sandora and me. "Father God once taught the gods, saying that the True God resides half on the altar, half among mortals, mentioning matters similar to what you’re discussing: the True God is never perfect and rightly should leave the sanctuary. I didn’t expect you also reached this step. I should say... as expected of personas comparable to Father God and the Four Main Gods."

Me: "... Speaking of which, how did our topic suddenly spread to this place?"

Bingdisi scratched her head: "Right, what were you discussing originally?"

"... Little Shan’s appetite."

Bingdisi was stunned for a few seconds, with all her imagination she probably never thought the topic started like this: "What the heck! Was that it?"

Sandora and I nodded in unison: "That was it—then it spread to the divine level!"

Bingdisi sat dumbfounded for a few seconds and then left with a wave of her sleeve: "Well, you guys are just too idle..."

Lin Xue lingered here for two more days—alright, I admit, these were shameless days. However, the main reason she was staying was to avoid her parents. No matter how you say it, Miss is now evolved from a maiden into a young lady—she’s afraid her parents will notice and then come to attack with kitchen knives. So she needs time to adjust: she is very confident about this.

In fact, come to think about it, I have already decided, when the right time comes, you always have to meet the parents. We cannot hide this from both our elders forever. If you’re following Earthlings’ customs, everyone in Lin Xue’s and Qianqian’s families would fall under Imperial Relatives. Of course, in the Xyrin Apostle military system, such terms don’t apply: those without military merits don’t participate in wars, even the emperor’s own father has no authority. But counting them as a group of Leisure Kings isn’t wrong—currently, the Miss’s family’s Leisure King is busy swindling money from oil giants worldwide, while Qianqian’s family’s Leisure King is busy excavating ancestral graves across the entire Earth: this can’t go on forever.

I thought this might be a trouble, but certainly not a big trouble. Once the two old fathers-in-law know about the Xyrin Empire and the Multi-universe, they probably won’t have much energy left to assassinate or rebel...

Currently, though, it’s not the right time to reveal this. Speaking on a larger scale, the Empire still faces external threats and internal strife, the situation is unstable, wars continue, and I might have to mobilize for months, unable to return. At this critical moment, if both elderly in-laws come attacking with kitchen knives, how could I explain the vast empty house with only a ghost and a bunch of peculiar little girls guarding it...

Anyway, after staying here for two days, Miss finally went home happily, and I managed to make her very happy. Xiao Xue applied at one point to go and see her grandparents with her mom, but considering this naughty kid’s ability to cause chaos for no reason, Lin Xue and I immediately rejected this whimsical idea.

The first afternoon after Miss left was exceptionally quiet. Probably due to her mother’s absence, Xiao Xue, the king of naughty kids, also seemed a bit uninterested, so I finally got to enjoy a rare leisurely afternoon after finishing work.

Coming out from the house, I was planning to go to the yard to talk to the cute fox about helping with babysitting, but a bizarre scene stopped me in my tracks at the porch.

In the shadow of the porch, a graceful figure was leaning against a pillar, sitting on the top step with a cascade of silver hair spread out like a waterfall behind her: it was actually Bingdisi.

She was sitting so quietly, was she contemplating doomsday or something?

This usually noisy but now eerily quiet female hooligan didn’t seem to notice anyone approaching from behind. It wasn’t until I got closer that I realized Bingdisi was holding a large black hardcover book and was completely engrossed in it.

No wonder, Bingdisi has a hobby that is entirely different from her tough personality: reading. She always holds these huge tomes that look like they could crush someone to death, but these books are not just for show; she genuinely enjoys reading. Bingdisi occasionally enters this literary girl mode, though it’s rare, but I must say, it’s when she’s most goddess-like: quiet, dignified, and graceful.

"What are you reading?" Although I felt a bit bad about breaking the serene atmosphere, thinking it was Bingdisi instantly relieved my mental burden, and I spoke decisively. I could have waited a while longer because the view from this vantage point was quite nice... It’s just that Bingdisi is so carefree with me that now I can hardly look at her like a girl anymore...

Bingdisi finally woke up, and her first reaction was to close the book and look up at me in surprise: "Gosh, you scared the wits out of me! Nothing much, I’m reading a novel."

I was stunned by Bingdisi’s startled reaction and became interested in the book she was holding: "Let me take a look."

"No way!" Bingdisi’s reaction was super fast, instantly bouncing back over two meters: and that’s sitting down, like a startled rabbit, "Absolutely not!"

...If it hadn’t been for her reaction, I might have let it go, but with her making such a fuss, how could I pass up the chance? I began to coax and cajole. Actually, I didn’t know why I suddenly got so interested in the book she was holding; maybe it’s one of those pesky human quirks: an advanced exploration of the spirit of welding detonators and sawing light bulbs.

After much coaxing and cajoling, the massive book that could be used as a kinetic warhead in Bingdisi’s hands finally ended up in mine, and for the first time, the female hooligan showed a defeated and dismal look, looking at me like she was entrusting something precious: "You better take good care of this book..."

I was bewildered: "This isn’t some private photo album of yours, is it? If so, I won’t look..."

"Your grandma’s photo album," this sentence from Bingdisi burst out in her usual style, "I’ve been taken advantage of by you so many times, and now you’re pretending to be a saint. This is an autobiographical novel from the Divine Realm; just read it without asking too many questions!"

Then Bingdisi’s figure vanished in a flash before my eyes: maybe she went to the other side of the Earth to collect rent.

"What exactly is this thing?" I shook my head, looked at the tome in my hands, and with a shrug, walked to the shade under the tree and opened it, only to be shocked, "Gosh, is this a Bible?"

"The summer is about to end."

While I was reading under the tree in the courtyard, a gentle voice suddenly came from beside me. Big Sister was sitting with a cup of iced tea in her hand, sitting next to me. It was not yet half-past four in the afternoon, Big Sister’s quietest time of the day: all the housework was done, and it was still early to start cooking. At times like this, she would sit in the yard or cozy up in a corner of the house working on some cross-stitch. This was her favorite rhythm of life; she preferred having a group of little girls around her curiously chirping while doing cross-stitch over sitting on a throne being hailed as almighty, or like now, sipping iced tea and watching the clouds and dappled sunlight through the leaves with me.

"Ah, time flies," I snuggled up closer, habitually leaning sideways, resting my head on Big Sister’s lap.

"Just like when you were little," Big Sister smiled casually, her gaze falling on the black leather book in my hand, which sparked her curiosity: I had been dealing with the data terminal for so long, with frequent reports from Shadow City and information from all over the nation that I hadn’t touched such a book in nearly a year, "What are you reading?"

I displayed the hefty hardcover book in my hand, a book that could cause at least Level 2 damage if dropped on someone’s head and might even have trouble passing airport security with its golden metal decorations on the eight corners, and black hardcover made of some unknown animal’s leather, with grand gilded characters on the cover, all Bingdisi’s books had such an ostentatious style: "Got it from Bingdisi, an autobiographical novel written by the Divine Race..."

"A novel?" Big Sister was visibly surprised, "Oh right, Bingdisi is often seen with a book in her hands for an entire day, she really likes reading... Let me take a look. By the way, can I understand it?"

"Of course, you can, Divine Race books are all in information-transfer format style."

Big Sister curiously took over the so-called autobiographical novel from the Divine Realm, the massive book practically like half a shield in her hands. She quickly flipped through two pages and was astonished: "Isn’t this the Bible?"

My expression was blank: "...What else would you expect a Divine Race autobiography to contain? From the fourth grade, their diaries start with Genesis..."

Big Sister just chuckled softly, closed the autobiographical novel that could directly be read as a Bible, and lightly tapped me twice on the head with it, then gently stroked my hair: "It’s nice to relax like this. But try not to read such strange things from now on; this book is written by Bingdisi, right? I saw her accidentally refer to herself as ’Ol’ Lady’ on the title page..."

I was suddenly stunned: "...Oh my gosh! No wonder she looked so awkward when I asked her for this thing!"

I hadn’t expected that the massive book I casually snatched from Bingdisi would turn out to be something she wrote herself. This explains the helpless expression she had on her face at that time. I recalled the content noted in the book, and couldn’t help but twitch my mouth: she definitely handed it over with a deadpan resolve; just look at what she wrote:

Opening the book with care, I was met with a passage: "I walk in the world, setting laws and rules for the movement of stars, letting all things follow and operate orderly; I see all things, everything proceeds smoothly, thus I call it good, and set this day as the first day of Divine Revelation. Thus the rules of religion were established; on this day, men and women in white linen should come out from their homes, wearing crowns of woven vanilla on their heads, serving wine to beggars at their doors and the poor behind them. I stand on the cloud, seeing my world start to operate; I consider it good, leaving my name behind, named as:

The Supreme Protector and Lawgiver, True Saint King Huntress Goddess, Black Emperor’s Wing, Evil King’s True Eye*&(&*(!"

The last name was covered by some divine technique, and the entire book was obscured; that’s why there was no sign of the god who wrote this autobiography; it turned out to be Bingdisi herself! When I snatched the book from her, she probably only managed to erase her own name... Of course, now it seems all of that female hooligan’s efforts have gone in vain; all her youthful drama is laid bare—

I carefully placed this book, hard-won from Bingdisi, into my personal space, resolved to treat it as a causality bomb exclusive to Bingdisi! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian.com, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)