Xyrin Empire-Chapter 99 - Sister’s Drawn Circle (Part 2)

Chapter 99: Chapter 99 Sister’s Drawn Circle (Part 2)

Sister placed the paper with the formidable name solemnly on a rock used as an experimental platform, then she scurried back and nervously hid behind me. Her movements made us all tense up too.

Nothing happened in the first ten seconds.

Just when we thought the experiment had failed, a crackling sound came from the sky above. Then, to everyone’s astonishment, a pale lightning bolt as thick as a baby’s arm appeared out of nowhere and struck the white paper with a thunderous crash.

The stone under the white paper naturally turned to flying ash, but that sheet of paper miraculously remained intact.

That was just the beginning. Next, more and powerful lightning strikes began to hammer down from the clear sky, coming from all directions. From a distance, the scene looked like a giant lightning cone descending from the horizon, with its tip focused right atop the disaster beacon in front of us. Seconds later, the sky turned dark with clouds, and hailstones the size of fists mixed with acid rain poured down. Then came hurricanes, earthquakes, magma—just about every catastrophe we could think of occurred one after another, all concentrated near the disaster beacon. It made the small area of less than a hundred meters a condensed version of the end of the world scenario. At that time, we had taken cover far away, hiding in a makeshift refuge Little Baobao had hastily constructed. From there, we watched, filled with amazement, as various natural disasters ravaged the disaster beacon, thankful that this time Little Baobao had outdone herself; the shelter she built was quite sturdy, at least not letting any acid rain leak inside.

About ten minutes later, the natural disasters gradually subsided. The storm and earthquake ceased, the magma cooled and solidified, and then, a large herd of mammoths, seemingly appearing from nowhere, charged past the front of our bewildered selves in the shelter. They completely destroyed the last intact piece of ground nearby, finally marking the end of this localized catastrophe.

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I suddenly felt quite sorry for that beleaguered white paper covered in circles. How terrible a curse must it be to bring about such an earth-shattering execution!

Without a doubt, Sister had compressed her curse power into that white paper, which was far more severe than the cursed items in supernatural novels that at most caused a car accident or a few deaths. Tell me, have you ever seen a cursed item in a horror movie that caused its victim to suffer from Heaven’s bolts, Earth’s collapse, fire and flooding, and finally being trampled into a pancake by a herd of mammoths?

Given the spectacle, I figured this method could wreak havoc in a city center better than a 911 terror attack, and with a much higher success rate. There’s no security team in the world specialized in searching for little pieces of paper, and I don’t think even the President’s Mansion has a rule against carrying white paper, does it?

After daydreaming about destroying Tokyo with a stack of white paper, my attention returned to studying these “Ghost Talismans” filled with resentment and curse power.

Firstly, I expressed my admiration for Sister’s creativity and her malicious methods after her transformation. Then I asked my question.

“Sis, why do you have to draw these circles on the disaster beacon?”

Sister’s face turned embarrassed in an instant.

“Oh—” Our years of being together allowed me to have an epiphany in a moment; Qianqian also smiled knowingly next to me.

“There’s definitely a problem…” Lin Xue looked at me, then at Qianqian who exchanged a smile with me, and nodded conclusively. She then stared straight at me and demanded, “Tell me, what’s going on?”

I glanced at Sister whose face was slightly red and kindly advised Lin Xue: “You better not ask anymore. If you keep asking, I believe Sister will draw those circles on you.”

Such a threat was highly effective. Lin Xue glanced at the surface outside that had been subjected to various natural disasters, looking like the surface of Mars, stuck out her tongue, and showed that she had totally lost interest in the question.

Actually, the explanation is quite straightforward. Sister’s ability is not any sort of magic or Daoist skill; she doesn’t need to draw runes or arrays on paper. To create something cursed, she only needs to mutter to a piece of paper and seal her power inside it. But to call a plain sheet of paper something like a disaster beacon just seems lame. It’s like how many famous people, whether or not they’re artistically cultured, always hang a couple of traditional paintings and display a few art pieces at home. Sister naturally wanted to draw something formidable on the paper to match the formidable name of the disaster beacon, but the problem lies here…

I remember when Sister was still in university, she once helped take care of a child from a teacher we were on good terms with. It was a child who had just turned five and was still in kindergarten.

My sister is the type of girl whose motherly instincts could be easily triggered, from me who was picked up by her, to Pandora whom I brought home, to any stray kitten or puppy that anyone else would bring back, all capable of making her overflown with motherly love. At that time, she was bursting with motherly affection and was excited to teach the little kids how to draw.

I should note once more: the kid was five years old.

When the child’s mother took her own kid back home, the little one proudly showed off a stack of drawing papers to his mother. Thus, the blissfully ignorant young mom expressed her naked disdain for two of the scribbles and lectured her child not to waste paper like this…

From then on, my sister vowed never to draw anything more complicated than a single stroke or a circle.

I thought about it, and it seems that the only things in this world that can be drawn with one stroke and that my sister would likely be able to do well are a needle and a circle…

Perhaps sensing the almost tangible aura of black resentment emanating from my sister, several clueless little busybodies at the scene wisely chose to keep quiet. Even though Dingdang, being of the Divine Race, had a strong resistance to my sister’s curse powers, the only thing that little thing was interested in were the thousands of pounds of assorted sweets piled up in her space. So, the circles drawn by my sister became a puzzle that troubled everyone for a long time.

Now that things had calmed down outside, I suggested that we might as well settle down in this shelter; it was a bit crude, but at least it was a lot better than the misshapen 2012 version barracks a few hundred meters away, riddled with holes. However, Lin Xue took one look at the shelter and remarked, “Chen Jun, doesn’t this house resemble a coffin?”

So we decided to move back to the dangerous building and I was given the important task of cultivating Little Bubbles’ basic aesthetic appreciation in a short period of time.

My sister creatively invented a massive, unexpected stockpile of military hardware for us. Pandora sent out numerous mass-produced battlefield reconnaissance robots, each bearing a roll of what we called the Disaster Beacon. These tireless workers, following the precise coordinates given by Lin Xue through her prediction ability, covered the enemy’s inevitable path with beacons. It must be said that Lin Xue’s prediction ability was truly formidable. She could predict down to the minute what kind of monster would pass by a certain intersection. Those disaster beacons, hidden in various tricky corners, could certainly make the unfortunate monsters that happened to pass by die a very aggrieved death once triggered, greatly compensating for the flaw that limited the scope of disaster caused by the beacons that my sister could trigger to a few hundred meters radius.

So I say, being a Prophet is really a rather sly profession.

Cough cough, it’s truly a sin to describe a beauty in such terms.

The results of the battle were significant.

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Thanks to Lin Xue’s precise foreknowledge, all the Disaster Beacons were activated at the times and places where the passing monster hordes were most dense, resulting in hundreds and thousands of small-scale, high-intensity natural disasters that caused immense casualties among those brainless demonized creatures.

Even though the demonized creatures were robust and ordinary lightning strikes might not even hurt them, from any perspective, enduring fifteen minutes of continuous lightning, fire, and flooding, and then being run over by several hundred Mammoths each weighing tens of tons, it wouldn’t make sense for even the most tenacious monsters to survive, right?

After all, Saint Fighters-like tenacious characters, although suitable to be protagonists, are definitely not meant to be the cannon fodder with common faces.

I would like to express my deepest condolences to those poor monsters whose lives were destroyed by my sister’s grudge…

Although a not insubstantial number of monsters were pulverized by Chen Qian’s circle-shaped landmines, the sheer size of the monster horde meant that a group that was already confused wouldn’t be stunned again by the blasts, which led to the failure of my little ploy to disrupt the enemy’s advancement—all because those damn things had no deployment plan to begin with!

An army of tens of thousands of monsters is still majestically marching towards us, and according to Pandora’s calculations, they will appear in our line of sight tomorrow.