Chapter 10: The Legion Arrives

Do you know what is going on? How did such a troop suddenly appear?

Although it is claimed to be a signal transmission without time difference, the absolute spatial distance is still a factor, and after undergoing Pandora's corrections and filtering, Gaia's voice took several seconds to arrive. The tone was characteristically calm and unremarkable, yet the content startled me.

I never expected that Pandora's charming appearance and the unfortunate childhood I fabricated for her would possess such formidable impact, to the extent that the usually carefree and easygoing Qian Qian became her staunch protector in such a short time

In summary, this is a matter that leaves one speechless

It seems that this connection was also an unstable link established forcefully, lasting only a mere ten seconds before it became unsustainable, leaving me here feeling overwhelmed.

In fact, I have had many questions about the dream from that day, such as why there was only one airborne fortress in the sky at that time (now I know it is called the World Arbitration Agency), and where the other two went. Why did it almost make contact with the ground? What exactly is the so-called World Arbitration Agency? More importantly, is that female projection named Gaia the consciousness of the enormous fortress in the sky?

The Imperial Expeditionary Force's First Legion has entered space jump 1 hour ago at your local time, and is expected to arrive at your planet in 12 hours. Please prepare for reception

What could this artificial intelligence, far away on the Mother Star of the Singularity, want from me

That is not necessarily the case; you must take good care of your younger sister, as she is quite pitiful. If you allow her to be bullied, I will not let you off easily

However, the series of inquiries I sent out received no response at all, and the mental connection has been severed

A line of highly encrypted text, suspected to be of extraterrestrial origin, appeared before my eyes: "A Jun, how is your sister?"

Pandora replied in a flat tone, and although we only established a connection on a spiritual level, I can easily imagine the nonchalant and self-evident expression on Pandora's face while answering this question

The person who teaches us English is a very kind elderly lady, who is said to have previously taught Chinese to foreigners at a private school in England. This has led our lovely teacher to develop a rather unique habit: every time she teaches, she speaks long passages of English very quickly, and then when translating into Chinese, she slows down significantly, enunciating each stressed syllable clearly, as if she fears we might not understand.

Perhaps for her, deploying an army to any location is merely a trivial matter

Yes

In simple terms, it is my direct troops, the heavily armored Pandora Legion

I squinted slightly, striving to discern the parts of the authentic London accent around me that I could understand and piece them together into coherent sentences (this was quite a challenging task, I estimated its difficulty to be no less than analyzing an ancient Egyptian pharaoh's breakfast recipe from half a stone tablet), when suddenly a small paper ball jumped out from the side and accurately hit my head

No, it is not Pandora. According to what Pandora said, as my chief advisor, there exists a means of communication between her and me known as an unrestricted contact channel. Therefore, she can directly engage in a mental dialogue with me regarding any situation. However, this fluctuation deep within my mind seems to be a connection request—Pandora does not require this.

Hello, Pandora, did you hear? It's about the Imperial Expeditionary Force

I lowered my head, adopting a serious demeanor as if reading a book, to conceal the surprise that might appear shortly (based on my experience, the Holy Spirit Empire always brings me some surprises whenever they contact me). I then agreed to this connection.

Bullying Pandora? I thought about the terrifying battle stance of Pandora this morning with * the * book, and then my lips twitched.

The curriculum in the third year of high school is quite dull and tedious. You must desperately cram various subjects into your mind throughout the year, which you believe have nothing to do with your own world, all for the purpose of transcribing them onto a stack of paper every July, only to forget them completely over the next four years

Although there are many doubts, it is unfortunate that due to the intermittent connection with the home planet of the Xiling (as learned from Pandora, the Xiling Empire is vast, with many home planets, and the world in my dreams has always been just one of those many Xiling home planets), the fragments of signals that have survived after a long journey through the time-free space tunnel cannot possibly synchronize the scenes of that world back into my dreams. It is akin to a network game being stuck due to slow internet speed; the world in my dreams has remained fixed at the last scene I saw that night, and the connection with the Xiling home planet has nearly been completely severed. Even Pandora can only receive some very vague signals.

This handwriting resembles that of Van Gogh after consuming two jin of Erguotou, written with his left hand. Undoubtedly, it is the work of Qianqian. This poor handwriting can only be understood by a few people, including myself, in a short amount of time. This also means that during exams, when Qianqian and I pass notes, we need not worry about others picking them up and benefiting from them. In a certain sense, Qianqian's handwriting serves the same purpose as a codebook.

How many fully equipped regular troops would it take to overpower that strategic-level war machine

"This is the World Arbitration Agency Unit 2, Gaia, requesting direct communication with the Emperor" A message indicating identity appeared in my mind

Gaia? I was momentarily taken aback, then immediately realized—the person before me was the translucent projection I had seen in my dreams

I caught the paper ball and quickly calculated the direction, angle of elevation, speed, wind speed, and local acceleration at that moment... Well, let's just open the paper ball and take a look.

What exactly do you intend to embark on an expedition for

In stark contrast to us, the Canglan Private High School across the street, as the site of the shooting incident, was swiftly sealed off, and the students inside were promptly relocated to a safe location. Compared to our school, which seems as if nothing has happened, it is truly a world apart.

Out of curiosity, I agreed to the other party's request for a direct conversation, and at the same time, I felt another frequency of spiritual connection coming through

This is a spiritual signal belonging to Pandora. Due to the excessive distance, the signal from Gaia is severely distorted. Without the information correction from Pandora, I fear that understanding this information will be no easier than comprehending the authentic London accent of an English lady.

Despite a rather heinous school shooting incident that occurred in the morning, I was astonished that the school did not suspend classes or lock down the campus; all educational activities continued as usual, which left me utterly perplexed. Could it be that someone, in pursuit of a narrative, can completely disregard logic? Ahem, that was a slip of the tongue.

When inquiring with Pandora, the other party stated that their authority was insufficient and that they had no right to access any information regarding the World Arbitration Authority

Although I do not know who the other party is, it is certain that this is related to the Shiling Empire again

As I was still imagining the majestic figure of Pandora, wielding the reverse phase cannon in one hand and the psychic siege cannon in the other, battling against the United Human Legion, a peculiar sensation suddenly emerged from the depths of my mind. This feeling... could it be that Pandora is trying to contact me?

In just a moment, I seemed to see my tranquil life swiftly departing from me

What? What are you saying? Wait a moment, celestial sister, did you make a mistake?

She is doing well; both her classmates and teachers seem to take good care of her. I don't think anyone would have the heart to bully a girl who cannot see, would they? I wrote with a pen that posed no less difficulty than the faintest of writings.

Imperial Expeditionary Force

However, for me, this is quite an extraordinary matter