Xyrin Empire

Chapter 534: Chapter 534: The Work of Heroic Spirits

Having the Heroic Spirits head out to search for transmigrators and world rift points wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment idea, but… rather a whimsical one.

I admit I’m not the kind of guy with elaborate and far-sighted plans, disappointing everyone. I take myself seriously.

Of course, speaking of whims, there’s a fundamental difference between Qianqian and me. Getting these guys who bum around Avalon and freeload to stretch their muscles isn’t just for training’s sake. The situation has really become somewhat troublesome.

Since the number of discovered transmigrators explosively increased a few days ago, the number of Aliens entering Shadow City has dwindled. This doesn’t mean we’ve apprehended every transmigrator, quite the opposite—it suggests they’re going into hiding.

Groups of black-suited individuals chasing down performance artists on the streets might be ignored by aunts and uncles accustomed to modern society’s oddities, but they’re bound to catch the eye of the more astute. And these transmigrators from Otherworlds are undoubtedly the most careful ones. Suddenly thrown from their familiar hometowns into this strange and eerie space, anyone with an IQ above twenty—aside from the clueless Qianqian—would ratchet their vigilance to its limit. More transmigrators are sensing this world’s “unfriendliness,” and they may even have a hunch that there’s an organization here dealing explicitly with transmigrating humans. After brainstorming, they’ve expanded the men in black into various uncensored harmonious versions. To preserve their wealth and lives, they’re going to great lengths to conceal themselves, and indeed, our deployed agents have noticed this trend. Many transmigrators attempting to hide among ordinary people are being strenuously rooted out, often pitiable fellows. Look, if you resemble an Avatar, don’t expect to blend into human society, and then claim in front of Imperial Soldiers that you’re just a cosplaying enthusiast. Don’t you realize you’re the color of shit?

By the way, Lin Xue has gone to significant lengths to quash the rumors among the public caused by these kinds of transmigrators.

But capturing these hidden transmigrators is a trivial accomplishment; it just makes me worry—just how many from Earth-like worlds might be perfectly hidden among us?

So far, our only way to identify a transmigrator, besides their distinct appearance, is still that potion developed by Dingdang. It works for fifteen minutes and can ruin your appetite for half a day. Overuse can cause blurred vision—even the eyes of an elite Xyrin Soldier can’t withstand the World Tree’s eye drops. They treat Krypton Gold dog eyes and Salon Evil Iron dog eyes without discrimination. There are already plenty of Soldiers who’ve had to have their visual components adjusted at the medical center because of decreased functionality. It’s even worse in the New Eden Federation. Reynolds, from overusing the potion, has mistaken a female subordinate for Kerrigan three times and had to kneel before the mainboard. He says the Federation now needs not only a Colonization Star to house transmigrators, but also a group of good ophthalmologists to restore vision for all high-level members, including himself and Zeratul. Therefore, hoping to rely on those auxiliary potions to differentiate every transmigrator in the world has proven impossible.

Even merely clearing Earth of its transmigrators is impossible—if they’re determined to hide among the masses, you’re helpless. Thanks to the surging hormones of humanity, our modest planet is crammed with seven billion people. Just thinking about the number makes our makeshift “Men in Black” organization collectively sift through chaff.

Then there’s the spatial imbalance of the world itself, which caused Lilina to get tragically lost—a problem that’s giving us a massive headache. Using radars to scan every nook and cranny of the universe is like a spendthrift with money to burn. Not to mention, it may not even yield any results. This was originally the job of Dingdang and her World Temple, but unfortunately, the former is now too busy correcting the world’s erroneous data to assist us, and has to manage Du Dao and their “change of nationality” matters. As for the latter…

That damn knock-off system has serious bugs. Dingdang, to save money for candy, got a secondhand World Tree seed from the used market and the bootleg operating system that came with it just killed every “dad” in the world. The severe incompatibility of software and hardware, plus Lilina occasionally plucking tender shoots from the branches of the World Tree for snacks, means our temple needs at least a hundred and twenty-seven years for one system self-check. By that time, this world will be in the late stages with cancer spread everywhere.