I had almost forgotten, the girl who always showed a happy, silly smile beside me wasn't an ordinary girl, but a Conqueror who could lead armies to sweep across countless worlds. Even though she was currently in a phase of battle fatigue, when she got angry, she was still an Empress who looked down on all beings.
A formidable aura suddenly exploded from Sandora. The three spoiled brats who were the targets of this aura couldn't help but step back in fright. They were astonished to find that the gentle and cute girl from a moment ago now seemed like an Emperor they dared not look directly at. They even felt a terrifying aura that made them want to run away—the kind of aura one might experience from a ruler seasoned by countless battles, something they'd never encountered before.
It was then that I finally remembered why these people looked so familiar—I had indeed seen them before. Not long ago, these very individuals had bullied a boy from our school at the entrance. That time, I successfully connected with the Xyrin Mother Star for the first time, launching a cross-space fire support operation. The incident attracted many enthusiasts of supernatural phenomena and experts from various fields to come and investigate. People had all kinds of explanations about why the ground suddenly melted, and there were some even brilliant enough to be turned into Oscar-winning movies by just a little refining and a genius director. Unfortunately, it all ended when a few experts said, "Actually, this is a normal natural phenomenon," causing public curiosity to die down like hot milk poured onto snow, and the whole incident gradually faded away. Naturally, I also eventually forgot about these minor characters.
Seeing Sandora with a cold face, looking like she was about to start a massacre, I quietly nudged her arm and whispered, "You're not planning a human extinction battle, are you?"
"Relax," Sandora answered, "I know my limits. You go accompany your girlfriend."
"Alright, just don't cause too big a scene."
I walked over to Qianqian, patted her shoulder comfortingly, then patted Pandora's little head approvingly and said, "Little one, well done."
Pandora immediately closed her eyes slightly, showing a look of enjoyment, and Sandora's voice echoed in my mind, "Look at what you've turned a perfectly good Imperial General into. Does this girl still have any military traits left?"
I didn't respond to Sandora's complaints—as an Imperial Emperor constantly fighting battles outside, how could she understand the essence of raising a loli… cough cough…
"Ah Jun," Qianqian suddenly whispered, "Was that ground-melting incident at the school gate the other day really your doing…"
"What do you think?" I replied with a smile.
Qianqian suddenly asked jealously, "That girl named Sandora, what's her deal exactly?"
"…Her identity is complicated. I can only assure you: She and I have a very special connection that makes her love being around me, but this connection is more like… how should I say it, similar to the one between Lili and me."
"Between Lili and you?" Qianqian asked in surprise.
"Similar to telepathy," Pandora's voice suddenly echoed in Qianqian's mind, startling her. But she quickly remembered the other's identity as a Superpower User, so she tried answering in her mind, "Telepathy? Really?"
"Yes, though the reason is unclear. Sister Sandora can indeed have telepathy with us."
"You said 'us'? You mean all three of you can have telepathy?"
"Not necessarily just three. Both my brother and I can faintly sense others far away who can resonate with us. However, the person we currently connect with the strongest is Sister Sandora. So, Sister Qianqian, don't doubt the relationship between Sandora and my brother. They only seem close because of telepathy. This bond is similar to the bond between my brother and me."
"Oh, I see…" Qianqian finally breathed a sigh of relief, her face looking noticeably better.
"Brother, I helped cover your lie," Pandora's voice echoed in my mind.
I had been eavesdropping on Pandora and Qianqian's spiritual connection and couldn't help but feel curious, "…didn't expect you to be so good at lying. Who taught you that?"
"Based on the cognitive patterns of carbon-based life and the modes of human language expression, the above information is the optimal solution…" Pandora's typical response recurred, but she tacked on a final line, "Brother, don't worry. I will never lie to you."
Pandora was becoming more and more like a normal human little girl, which was definitely a good thing, provided she didn't start picking up bad habits.
Even though the above conversation seemed lengthy, it actually took only a few seconds, as most of it was conducted via instant spiritual connection.
By now, Sandora finally withdrew her spiritual pressure, and the spoiled brats slowly recovered from the terrifying killing intent. They looked at the cold, proud, golden-haired girl in front of them, unsure how to react.
Eventually, the lead lackey seemed to muster up enough courage, took a step forward, and knelt down with a thud.
Huh? What was happening? Could it be that this guy was so frightened by Sandora that he couldn't even stand? Or was he another Queen-worshipping masochist?
Alright, I admit, that second reason was just for laughs…
Not only I, but everyone around us issued a low cry of surprise, bewildered by the abrupt change.
"Young Master Liu!" The two lackeys following the rich spoiled brat hesitated for a moment, then hurried forward with a concerned shout, preparing to help their boss who was still kneeling on the ground.
Finally, I learned that this guy I habitually referred to as a minor character was named Liu.
The two lackeys walked quickly and extended their hands…
"Slap, slap," two crisp slaps!
"Ah!"
"Young Master Liu!" The two lackeys simultaneously gasped and looked at their still-trembling hands in disbelief, "Young Master Liu, we…"
"You two…" Still kneeling, Liu finally reacted to the situation and roared, "Do you believe I won't ruin your households by tomorrow!"
The two lackeys were already in complete disarray, their faces turning instantly pale at Liu's vicious threat, "Young Master Liu, we really don't know what happened, we suddenly just…"
"Slap, slap!" "Slap, slap, slap!" "Slap, slap, slap, slap!"
Under everyone's bewildered gaze, the two lackeys started bawling while apologizing to the kneeling Liu, all the while slapping his face from both sides. Even more surprisingly, though Liu scolded and threatened non-stop, he didn't dodge at all. Instead, he kept raising his face as if to make it easier for them to hit him!
I looked at Sandora curiously and saw her giving me a mischievous smile.
So, it was her doing all along!
"Ah Jun," Qianqian suddenly tugged at my coat sleeve from behind, "What's happening? Why did they start fighting themselves?"
I lowered my voice and replied, "This is Sandora's superpower, group mind control."
"Ah—" Qianqian let out a small exclamation, "There's really such a power… this is so… frightening…"
Indeed, mind control was absolutely an unfair power to humans. Unfortunately, apart from this explanation, I didn't know how else to explain the current situation to Qianqian.
At that moment, I saw some teachers heading over—not surprisingly, the teachers had been avoiding the scene due to the troublemakers' identities. But now, seeing things getting out of hand, they couldn't stay back anymore.
I couldn't blame them for it; after all, this was a very realistic society, and to survive, they had to act this way.
Using spiritual connection, I issued commands to several Imperial Commanders disguised as school staff nearby to help handle the aftermath. Then, I loudly called Sandora, "Let's go, Sandora, nothing more to see here. Those guys don't seem quite right in the head."
Sandora agreed cheerfully and hopped over to join us, walking side by side with us. The sound of "slap, slap" continued to echo behind us…
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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?!
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