Xyrin Empire-Chapter 264 - Awkward Sisters

Chapter 264: Chapter 264 Awkward Sisters

Chapter 264 -264 Awkward Sisters

This situation is quite odd.

From a surface level and common sense perspective, the current state of affairs should be that we’ve smoothly destroyed the enemy’s most powerful Fortress Ship, inflicted heavy losses on the ambush troops, forced the opposing fleet to flee in disarray, and at the same time successfully captured a High Order Enemy Commander, and then naturally we should be prying information from the captured Commander with “tiger benches” and “chili water,” right? Well, okay, even if the last part is cut for being discordant, at least the earlier parts fall under normal logical circumstances, don’t they?

But in reality, the sequence of events feels off no matter how I think about it…

The enemy’s Fortress Ship did crash, but it was sunk by their own commander’s meddling, and that unfortunate Fortress Ship destroyed almost its entire escort squadron when it self-destructed. During all this, their commander was toddling along with our Leader…

Honestly, I doubt even the Fallen Apostles expected their comrade to be insane to this extent… If they’d known earlier, who would dare entrust such an important trump card to a madman who talks rebellion at the drop of a hat?

I guess Visca only started acting crazy after encountering us; I can’t believe the Leader of the Fallen Apostles would be so brain-dead.

For now, Visca stays in the Air Fortress as a prisoner of war, but to be honest, I don’t think either side feels that way.

Being closely watched 24/7 by several High-level Commanders and at least a squad of Heavy Soldiers, Visca appears oblivious, still merrily tagging along behind us asking questions, cooking for sister (even Shandora dared not taste that stuff), telling stories to Little Baobao (and falling asleep before Little Baobao did), playing games with Bubbles (seemingly staring blankly at her own game overs throughout), and occasionally sitting dumbfounded, watching Dingdang sleep soundly all afternoon. Completely lacking the awareness of being a prisoner of war, and what’s stranger is that we can’t find that sense of having captured an enemy commander either; there’s no trace of the thought, “Ah, this is a dangerous and powerful enemy, we should be watching her closely.” Instead, we turn a blind eye to Visca’s antics, and even those Commanders responsible for surveillance have gradually relaxed their restrictions on Visca’s movements with our silent consent. I figure there’s no stranger prisoner in the world, nor a stranger guard…

Anyway, Shandora has installed an Energy Locking Device on Visca’s body, and now the power she can exert is probably not even up to a standard Soldier; we’re not worried about her causing any trouble in the fortress, and I’m still confident in the vigilance of the guards in key departments.

Perhaps this is normal, after all, we’ve known from the start that this crazed little girl is not a bad person. Her hostility is only toward Pandora herself, and for us, she genuinely harbors not a shred of distrust, even when Shandora was installing the Energy Locking Device, she happily chatted with me about the interesting things she’d seen while wandering through the universe, completely unaware that we should be her enemies, which even made Shandora feel severely guilty—but necessary procedures can’t be skipped. No matter how much we indulge Visca, as long as she and Pandora haven’t thoroughly reconciled, we dare not let a mobile arsenal remain wide open.

Speaking of the animosity between her and Pandora, that’s the most troublesome issue for us right now; the two Little Lolis still fight upon sight. The moment you look away, Pandora and Visca are sure to be scuffling together. Before long, both will come to me covered in dirt to tattle, and of course, during such times, the eloquent Visca tends to have the upper hand, while the reticent Pandora often ends up sitting to the side with a sullen face.

This directly leads to Visca being particularly wretched every time the two of them squabble; after all, having failed on one battlefield, Pandora always seeks to save face on another, doesn’t she?

Nevertheless, I know that Pandora doesn’t actually dislike her sister who fell from the sky—even though she never admits it.

It’s easy to tell. Despite her body still recovering from severe overloading last time, Pandora is still not someone who Visca, even with the Energy Locking Device, can handle. And yet every time the sisters fight, they seem evenly matched, it’s without a doubt that Pandora is letting her sister win, and accepting the challenge is simply to give Visca something to do until she finds a new purpose in life.

This truly is Pandora’s way of caring.

So, watching Visca, now an ordinary person, flailing her arms and dueling with Pandora became a familiar sight for us—but that’s a story for later.

It’s been three days since the last battle.

Despite achieving a great victory, we did engage in a fierce battle with the Xyrin Fleet, which possessed Eternal-class Giant Ships; all combat units sustained considerable damage. One “Frontier-class” Mother Ship was even torn open by the enemy’s spatial weapons from head to tail—it’s really only sheer luck that it didn’t disintegrate on the spot. Therefore, a complete overhaul is needed. The enemy’s situation is likely no better than ours. According to Visca, the Eternal-class was the most powerful trump card of the Fallen Apostles, which she turned into fireworks. Coupled with the countless smaller warships we destroyed, the Fallen Apostles can hardly muster enough forces to stage a surprise attack on us now. Their base is far on another planet, so they can only supplement their forces through a Legion Transmitter with very limited capacity. Furthermore, Visca brought us tremendous good news: the Fallen Apostles’ Xyrin Host malfunctioned.

Due to incurable damage during the battle with the Divine Race, the enemy’s Xyrin Host lost its self-replication ability, preventing them from establishing a real outpost in this world. Unknowingly, the balance of power between us has gradually leveled!

The Fallen Apostle’s side finally quieted down, as they began to reorganize their last troops on this planet. Meanwhile, we were temporarily resting in the Eastern Plague Region, now occupied by the Alliance of Azeroth. Both sides entered a phase of recuperating and gathering strength, silently waiting for the next battle that was on the horizon.

During this time, the allied forces of various races seized the opportunity to eliminate the remaining Dead Souls and Demon cannon fodder that were still stubbornly resisting on the borders, reclaiming lost ground. They aimed to prevent the enemy from using these cannon fodder to cause us new troubles. However, when the Alliance Army advanced to the Tirisfal Region, they wisely halted their march.

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Beyond this point was no longer a place where mortals could set foot; it was filled with Fallen Apostles as powerful as gods.

Here in the Faith-class transport ship’s Colonial Ecosystem Ball, accustomed to the chill of steel warships and the desolation and stench of the Eastern Plague, we all grew fond of strolling into this Ecological Ball whenever we had free time. We gathered by the streams for meals, had cookouts in the groves, and barbecues on the lawns—who could have imagined such activities inside an iron warship hovering over the Eastern Plague?

Moreover, regarding why the aforementioned activities always seemed inseparable from “eating”… I believe there’s no need to explain this issue while Sandora is present.

Visca and Pandora just had their third “duel” of the day, and now the two sullen little ones sat in silent protest not far away. Of course, none of us knew who their demonstration was intended for…

Watching the two identical Little Lolis sitting back-to-back in the golden afterglow of the artificial sun, I allowed myself a slight smile.

The change in Visca was evident to all.

I had guessed from the beginning that it would be this way.

Hatred, obsession—those were just the result of one reason.

Confusion—Visca’s confusion. As a Clone born from a program glitch that led to self-inflicted carnage, Visca never had a so-called life goal. In this state, she became perplexed, not knowing the purpose of her creation. So, she found a purpose for herself, which was to follow the program’s directive and eliminate Pandora.

Then, she categorized this decision as: hatred.

But in truth, she didn’t even understand what hatred really meant.

Accidentally, through a transmission port she thought would never open, Visca shared memories with her twin “sister,” learning about our existence and all that Pandora had endured. Having never had a life goal, and seeing a little girl who had made an almost laughable vengeance plan the entirety of her life, Visca naturally became jealous. At that moment, perhaps she truly began to hate Pandora. And so, she altered her aspirations to destroy Pandora and “reclaim” everything that belonged to her. But ultimately, this was all just a naive attempt to fill the void in her heart.

Now, forcibly (truly forcibly?) dragged into the circle of Pandora’s life and compelled (truly compelled?) to coexist with her greatest “enemy,” Visca felt a sense of security that was bewildering to her, yet undeniably real—a kind of security that also went by another name: family.

We are family—I, my sister, Sandora, Qianqian, Pandora… all of us.

And now, our family has gained a quirky-tempered sister who has never been a bad kid—the matter is as simple as that.

It was never about factions or friends or foes. It was just about a little girl who got lost when she was very young. We brought her back and set her on the right path, everything logically followed.

Visca still spends her days looking to face-off with Pandora, the sisters always bicker when they meet, yet Visca herself has failed to notice that when she sees Pandora, she can no longer harbor thoughts of “having to kill the other.” Perhaps such thoughts were never genuine from the start? They were merely a fictitious “life goal” to numb herself. Now that she is no longer lonely, now that people acknowledge her existence, she even has a new name, a brother who, although clumsy and dull and unambitious, is very caring, and many sisters (…); no one treats her as just a clone, not even Pandora—who doesn’t mind her existence in the slightest… Although during fights, that annoying… sister still calls her a “clone, clone…”

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