Due to being held up by those extras from Canglan, we found there was no food left in the cafeteria when we rushed in, only half a bun lying on the ground, seemingly mocking our tardiness.
"Hungry..." Pandora said softly.
"Top floor," Sandora seconded.
This guy's ability to absorb human knowledge was truly extraordinary!
Qianqian rubbed her stomach and suggested, "Ah Jun, how about we go to the school gate to buy some bread?"
"No," I waved my hand grandly, "let's go mooch food from the teachers!"
I finally realized the benefit of Imperial Commanders infiltrating this school; as a student, you could enjoy many privileges without attracting attention. For instance, you could freely enter and leave the school during curfew (the gatekeeper was one of my people), access the computer lab even when the building was closed (the lab teacher was one of my people), and go to the teachers' dormitory for food when you didn't get lunch (my homeroom teacher was one of my people... ahem, don't get the wrong idea).
As a school constantly striving to catch up with the nearby Canglan Private High School, City Second Middle School's leadership always prioritized improving the working and living conditions of its staff. The direct result of this guiding principle was the teachers' dormitory being equipped with top-notch living conditions, including bathrooms, kitchens, and living rooms—almost like a standard hotel. While it couldn't compare with the five-star hotel-like dormitory of the noble school next door, these facilities far exceeded our idea of dormitory standards, making the staff dormitory the second most criticized place in our school, right after the central theme toilet.
But today, we greatly benefited from these dormitories.
Sitting in Pan Lingling's dormitory living room, we stared in astonishment at the nearly full table of sumptuous dishes. And the owner of this dormitory, our beautiful teacher Miss Pan Lingling, was flying back and forth between the kitchen and the living room like a gust of wind, the clinking of pots and pans creating quite a rock rhythm.
Clearly, having two Imperial Leaders and an Imperial General collectively mooching food made this loyal officer very nervous.
Unlike our nonchalant expressions, Qianqian had been extremely uncomfortable since we arrived. She still didn't understand how we could so openly mooch food from our homeroom teacher.
"Teacher," Qianqian couldn't help but speak up as Pan Lingling brought the third plate of braised pork to the table, "this is enough. We can't finish all this... Besides, it's almost time for class..."
"Oh..." Pan Lingling walked briskly to the table, placed a plate of chicken strips in front of Pandora, then nervously glanced around and said, "Wait... I still have a few more dishes..."
"Enough! If you keep cooking, we'll have food enough till the end of the century!" I said, half annoyed, half amused. I really couldn't understand why Pan Lingling was so tense. In class, she was so composed and natural, and she never acted so nervously in front of me. What could be the difference now?
"This is a different situation," Pandora's voice sounded in my head as though she had guessed my confusion, "Now, you and Sister Sandora are interacting with Sivis (Pan Lingling's real name) in a way that acknowledges your equal authority. For an Angel Envoy with only A-level authority, this is an extremely rare Glory, hence Sivis feels significant pressure."
I found Pandora's explanation amusing, "What about you? Why aren't you under pressure? And how come you call Sister Sandora so naturally?"
"I hold SSS-level authority and have received special permission from you to address the Xyrin Emperor equally, so I am an exception."
"... I really don't understand your way of thinking."
Under my "command," Pan Lingling finally stopped. By then, the dishes on our table could be called a grand feast. It was impressive that she managed to prepare so many dishes in such a short time.
I guessed this meal was the most nerve-wracking one Pan Lingling had ever had, evident from the fact that she broke her chopsticks six times while eating.
Sandora also seemed very satisfied with the food of carbon-based life, which made me even more curious about the physiological structure of Xyrin Apostles. Their food range seemed to include everything from organic to inorganic, from energy to matter. It was hard to imagine anything in this universe they couldn't digest.
This meal was a torment for Pan Lingling but a feast for Sandora. Thanks to her insatiable appetite, we were twenty minutes late for our afternoon class—luckily, our first class in the afternoon was Ideological and Political Education. Do you remember who that teacher is? The same man who printed 300 counterfeit dollars for four months' worth of activities for Imperial Commanders overnight...
Five minutes before the end of the last class in the afternoon, fat Zheng Hang suddenly burst into the classroom, shouting, "News! This time it's definitely big news!"
Why did it feel like there was so much news recently?
Usually, Zheng Hang's news was some ridiculously boring rumors, with almost zero credibility, and few in the class believed him. But recently, he'd brought two big news items (big for our class), so the students gradually began to take an interest in his news.
Given that Zheng Hang tended to keep everyone in suspense with his news, the students were prepared this time: as Zheng Hang jumped on the podium, people around him began to pick up their stools.
Seeing the students' coordinated actions brought cold sweat to Zheng Hang's forehead. He quickly said, "No, no! I won't keep you guys in suspense this time, put the stools down..."
After the students put down their stools, Zheng Hang cleared his throat and said, "According to the latest reliable information, a big figure has come to our place. There will be a grand welcome ceremony in the city center square three nights from now..."
"Cut—" everyone sighed.
"At that time, there will be free drinks and snacks at the venue, along with many beautiful girls to watch. And this big figure is an exceptionally beautiful lady!"
"Hurrah—" everyone cheered!
A keen spectator in the crowd raised his hand and asked, "Fatty, what big figure is coming? Does it warrant such a huge event?"
Zheng Hang rubbed his shiny head and said, "Specifically, I don't know either. Seems like a foreign Royal Family Member. I heard it was a Princess, but the information is so tightly sealed, I couldn't even get her name..."
While the students near the podium were bustling, I had no interest in getting involved.
"Sandora, you need to be honest, is it you?"
Sandora looked innocent, "What do you mean, is it me?"
... Why couldn't this girl be as obedient as Pandora? Was the difference between the Xyrin Emperor and ordinary Xyrin Apostles that they had more personality?
"Stop playing dumb," I said, somewhat exasperated, "What identity are you using to involve yourself in this world?"
"Well..." Sandora adorably pressed her forefinger to her lower lip, "What does a Princess do?"
God! How did she manage this?!
To fully integrate into an environment with a false identity was no simple task. Creating a fake identity was easier; you just had to forge identification and modify government citizen records. For an Angel Envoy, that was simple. But establishing a fake social network simultaneously was not easy. This meant having not only a new ID but also an extensive web of personal connections; otherwise, a sudden new person would inevitably raise suspicions over time. For example, Sivis infiltrated our school as a homeroom teacher using the human identity Pan Lingling. She acquired this new identity in just a few hours. Beyond needing a new ID, she also used Kaos's group mind interference ability to impose Spiritual Suggestion on key humans, making herself a part of their "memory." Otherwise, the sudden appearance of a new colleague would have immediately sparked suspicion among other teachers.
From this analysis, we can see that establishing an imaginary social network in a very short time (considering the high efficiency of Angel Envoys, they often could build a comprehensive fake identity in a few hours) required modifying collective memory, and the higher the profile of the false identity, the broader the memory modification scope needed. If you wanted to become a public figure like MJ... a memory purge for billions of people would likely be essential.
What had Sandora done now?
According to her, she had become a Princess of some country?
God, did she cleanse an entire nation's human memories?!
K City seemed to have not encountered such a big event for a long time.
A princess from a small Northern European country came to China to study. To better experience life, she specifically got rid of her retinue and arrived at her destination alone. While the relevant departments were preparing the welcome event in a hurry, our princess was freeloading food and drink at a Chinese high school student's house—this was the script directed by Sandora.
The big-eater girl in front of me was quickly shoveling food into her mouth, while I tried to suppress my twitching face and said, "Sandora, can't you find a place to live? Are you going to freeload at my place every day?"
Sandora mumbled with her mouth full, "Mmm—because I like being with you—and I didn't expect your sister can cook so well…"
My sister responded a bit shyly, "Thank you…"
Even now, my sister still found it incredibly unbelievable that I could somehow bring a princess home.
Seeing that my sister was still somewhat unnatural, I said helplessly, "Sis, just relax. Apart from the title of princess, this girl is no different from us."
My sister immediately retorted, "Ah Jun, you shouldn't say that! Sandora is still a princess after all. We should be respectful; otherwise, it could become an international dispute…"
Dear sister, you think too much. Having a conflict with Sandora would actually elevate it to the level of a racial and interstellar dispute. Calling it an international dispute is too trivial.
These past few days, our classmates had been fervently discussing what the sudden appearance of the mysterious princess might be like, but they didn't know that the subject of their discussions was actually the noble golden-haired girl beside them who consumed the food of three people every afternoon. The reason was simple: although Sandora had the aura of a princess and initially arrived with four foreign bodyguards who looked impressive, her appetite directly shot down any possibility of people relating her with the identity of a princess.
Three days passed in a flash. The foreign princess coming to this city for study was indeed a big deal, and the mysterious nature of the princess who had yet to make an appearance attracted even more attention. During this time, I gradually understood how Sandora managed to create such an incredible identity for herself.
Sandora's target was Liska, a cold island country in Northern Europe, with a land area of sixty thousand square kilometers and a population of more than five million. Due to the cold climate, most people lived around the capital, Fudun, while the rest of the country had vast, sparsely populated icefields. Because it didn't have any special products or globally influential figures, this relatively sizable island country didn't have much fame. It only relied on its developed commerce and recently booming tourism industry to maintain a relatively affluent lifestyle for its residents. Sandora and her subordinates took a fancy to this Northern European country with its vast icy wilderness and large influx of foreign populations.
I never knew what kind of abilities Sandora acquired in the Abyss. I had only seen her Abyss combat form and knew nothing about her Abyss abilities until yesterday when she personally told me what they were.
Event Composition.
That was how Sandora described it.
Specifically, it involved converting her will into a direct causal interference power, forcibly turning a fictional event into reality. Using this ability, Sandora fabricated the identity of a princess for herself.
Undoubtedly, this was an almost godlike ability—if it didn't come with so many restrictions.
With a success rate of less than one-tenth, the larger the scope of influence, and the more detached from reality the fictional event, the greater the backlash harm to the user. Each activation put the user in a near-death weakened state for twenty-four hours, and a failure could even trigger a collapse of the causal law…
With so many restrictions, I really didn't know whether to call this ability godlike or a mere annoyance. Kudos to Sandora for being so bold; she dared to take such a risk despite the serious consequences.
"It's not so bad," Sandora waved her hand dismissively when I criticized her for taking too much risk, "Anyway, it succeeded, didn't it? I just won't use this ability in the future."
In a small café near the city center square, Qianqian, Sandora, Pandora, and I were whiling away our boring afternoon—after continuous extra classes, we were indeed a bit unused to suddenly having a day off.
I peeked outside at the almost fully prepared open-air banquet venue and said to Sandora, "It's almost time; if you don't show up now, won't those prep members be frantic?"
"No worries," Sandora waved her hand and grabbed my plate of snacks, stuffing them into her mouth, "I told them I would appear at the right time. If they can't even manage that, there is nothing I can do about it."
"Sandora," Qianqian said, still a bit confused, "Are you really a princess?"
"Absolutely." Sandora stuffed the last piece of my snack into her mouth and then snapped her fingers, "Waiter, one more serving!"
Why was this girl so different from how she acted in private?
Qianqian kept turning her head, her gaze sweeping between us, and suddenly blurted out, "Lately, it feels like you three are acting strange, like I'm the only normal one here."
"Because you are the only ordinary person here," Sandora said seriously.
"I really want to have superpowers too…" Qianqian said weakly, lying on the table.
At that moment, a commotion broke out outside, and we peeked out to see a team of foreigners dressed like European court officials from the Middle Ages riding motorcycles entering the venue.
"I think they would look better on horses," Qianqian commented.
I nodded in agreement, "Indeed, riding motorcycles in ancient costumes looks quite silly."
Since the open-air banquet had already started, there was no need for us to waste more time here. I had specifically starved myself since noon just for this moment…
This was a genuinely open gathering, where anyone could join regardless of status or background—as long as you wanted to come, you could participate. Of course, suitable people filters still existed, but we were not in that filtering range. The intriguing identity of a foreign princess and the promise of free food attracted countless people, some wanting to see beauties, some looking for a free meal, and many hoping to enjoy both at the same time…
Although the city center square was huge, the crowd that gathered was even more overwhelming, almost filling the entire square. The four of us could barely move in the crowd. Only then did I realize that the so-called free food service was simply deceiving us. Finding the few scattered food points amid this massive crowd was tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack. Honestly, I was starving… I should have fought harder when Sandora took the snacks from my plate earlier.
After squeezing for a while, Sandora suddenly sighed, "Earthlings really are many."
Qianqian exclaimed, "The way you said it makes it sound like you're not an Earthling!"
I chuckled dryly, "This girl is full of nonsense."
Looking at the dense crowd around us, I suddenly worried, "If this continues, won't it be impossible for us to get in until the banquet ends?"
"If I don't show up, can the banquet end?" Sandora rolled her eyes at me, showing no signs of worry at all.
"Do you have a good way to get in?" I looked at Sandora's confident expression and couldn't help but ask. It made sense; with Sandora's identity and experience, how could she not have thought of such a simple thing?
Sandora giggled and then waved her hand, "Livelihood experience complete. Now, follow me!"
This girl indeed had a backup plan!
The three of us followed Sandora out of the crowd and took several twists and turns until we reached the other side of the square, where a small group of well-dressed foreigners were anxiously pacing.
Sandora straightened her slightly crumpled clothes, her demeanor suddenly changed from a mischievous neighbor's little sister to a noble foreign princess, then she walked forward and reprimanded, "Why are you so rude!"
The few foreigners were startled by Sandora's sudden voice. When they saw her face, they were almost overjoyed and ready to jump, but remembering they were in front of the princess, these well-trained security personnel quickly calmed down. Yet, their voices still carried undisguised excitement and relief, "Princess! You're finally here; we couldn't reach you,"
"Alright," Sandora waved her hand, "Didn't I tell you? With my four bodyguards, I'll be fine—enough of that. Time is short, these are my friends, take us in together."
"This…" The foreigners looked at each other, "This is inappropriate, right?"
"Do you have doubts about this?" Sandora asked coldly, unleashing the full power of her spiritual suppression. The foreigners shuddered and shook their heads repeatedly, "No doubts, no doubts…"
"Now I believe it," Qianqian stuck out her tongue, "Sandora is indeed a princess."
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