Xyrin Empire

Chapter 463: Chapter 463: Mounting

I think we are a group that can really turn nothing into something.

Originally, a thing that could be explained in a few words gradually evolved into a spectacle of playing rock-paper-scissors, drawing lots, and… err, searching for coins in the bushes during the discussion about the operation squad naming issue among the key upper echelons of the Empire.

Finally, Lin Xue was excluded from participating due to her prophetic abilities, I was forcibly appointed as the referee due to my political status, Big Sister declared non-participation, Lilina due to being a minor (let this girl pretend to be young all day!) was speechless, and the debate about “who we are” eventually ended smoothly with only Qianqian having a valid point.

“Now that the issue’s resolved,” I said with all sorts of subtle ravels to the Awakeners, “we are ‘Boundless Love Special Envoys’, here to save the world…”

Everyone: “…”

“Boss, is this some new entertainment program?”

After a long silence, finally, a short, chubby boy whose name I still can’t remember raised his hand but asked Artemis such a question.

The golden-haired girl who had already been petrified by the mind-numbing discussion among the Empire’s high-level officials slowly came to her senses, blinked, then waved at us: “You are the bosses, what you say goes…”

“Alright,” I nodded, “that settles it then. You already know our identity, and Artemis has informed everyone of our purpose. No matter how inconceivable it may seem, just know one thing: it’s all one hundred percent real. Now, the nightmare of this world is over, and you will soon be able to embrace a new life. That’s all I have to say.”

Despite what I said, most people still had a thick layer of disbelief. The world being “asleep” was already bizarre enough, but it’s something they had experienced firsthand, so they couldn’t help but believe it. However, a band of beings from another dimension, who were old acquaintances of their team captain, seemed even more like a fantasy. Everyone here wanted to end their current nightmarish life, but that’s exactly why they were reluctant to believe in this incredible redemption. They’d rather treat it as a new entertainment program arranged by Artemis, even if no one responded to it.

It’s like exiles stranded on a deserted island for decades when suddenly one day, someone says a boat will pass by tomorrow. Their first reaction is often not celebration but self-hypnotic doubt because everyone is afraid—afraid of the despair that might follow hope.