Chapter 140: Chapter 140 Stone
Dingdang lived in a sunny room on the second floor because she loved the “life-filled morning sunlight,” but honestly, as the universe’s most recently appointed Goddess, shouldn’t she at least have a temple in the depths of some black hole in the universe? At the very least, shouldn’t she spend an hour touring the world each day to appear diligent as a world Manager? But here’s the thing, now Dingdang has thoroughly settled into my house, zipping around the big house every day without a hint of goddess-like demeanor, performing aerial stunts. Either that or she sneaks into the fridge and then gives us an unwelcome surprise at dinner or lies on the coffee table at 8:30 p.m. watching Korean dramas with Qianqian…
In short, she has pretty much done everything a Goddess should not do, and I have yet to see her do anything Goddess-like.
And now, Sandora has told me that Dingdang has taken up an interest in researching stones, which makes me think this little thing is getting further and further from becoming a normal Goddess…
When we hurriedly arrived at Dingdang’s room, the second explosion sounded, but unexpectedly, we only heard the explosion without any sign of damage to the door of the room, nor did we feel any vibration, even from this close—a very abnormal situation. With such a loud noise, Dingdang must have been conducting quite a formidable experiment. I was all prepared to help Dingdang repair the house when I first heard the explosion, but now it seems the explosions caused by Dingdang only affected our hearing?
I knocked on the door and was greeted with a third explosion—again, all sound, no vibration or smoke.
Even though we knew Dingdang was extraordinarily powerful, we were still worried about her safety, so I forcefully pushed open the green wooden door she had installed at her request and darted into the room.
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There wasn’t the anticipated smoke or chaos; everything seemed quite normal. The room, quite spacious, was mostly occupied by various plants. The walls were covered with vines I had never seen before, and the floor was carpeted with a crisscross of plant roots and stems. The miniaturized shrubs that were obviously modified were scattered throughout the room, and Dingdang’s tiny furniture and other miscellaneous items were hidden in these micro jungles. The whole room was suffused with a faint fragrance of plants and the scent of soil. As soon as I entered the room, I thought I had stumbled into a primordial forest—I hope the little thing knows what moderation is, lest in a week it causes “Tropical Rainforest Emerges Overnight in Bustling City Center” kind of sensational news, because since Sandora’s arrival, I’ve already had my fair share of sensational events…
Among these green plants, the first thing that caught my eye was a single bed with a delicate green sheet. On the bed, there was a small low table, and on the table stood a large flowerpot with a strange plant in it. The most eye-catching part of this plant was its large bud—that bud was Dingdang’s usual sleeping spot…
…I know it’s a waste, but as a Goddess’s bedroom, doesn’t it seem too shabby if the only bed in the room is a flowerpot?
Although considering her size, a birdcage could very well serve as a decent bedroom for Dingdang, that—in all its evilness—is just a thought…
Despite all appearances, the little thing didn’t seem to care about these details…
Everything in the room was normal; we didn’t even see Dingdang’s figure—which was quite common when we usually went up to find her, but back then she would mostly be hiding under some leaves sleeping. Now, an explosion was coming from the room and we couldn’t see her, which was odd.
Just then, the fourth explosion erupted.
We followed the sound and saw a circular area about a meter in diameter bulge out on a wall made from interwoven green vines, as if something behind it was about to burst through, and then the bulged area gradually returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
“It seems there’s no problem,” Sandora also seemed relieved, “Dingdang has sealed the experiment zone behind a plant barrier. Since the Seal is intact, the little one must be fine—it’s just that the noise is really too loud, right?”
“What kind of stone is she researching anyway?” I finally remembered this crucial question. According to Sandora, since everyone left the house in the morning, Dingdang had been fiddling with stones, and she hasn’t been seen since then. What kind of stone could keep a Goddess locked in her room all day and still cause constant explosions?
By the way, I also think Dingdang’s noise is really too loud…
“It seems to be the black stones we found in Tony’s remains.”
“Oh, Shariputra…” The topic of Shariputra generated from the cremated remains of a Ghoul came back to my mind.
“Fragments of Star Gold Stone…” Qianqian reminded softly, subtly striking at my confidence in my own memory.
While we discussed the connection between Star Gold Stone fragments and Shariputra and Ghouls, the fifth explosion, unprecedented in magnitude, went off without warning.
Right now, my head felt like I was firing a rifle without ear protection—although Dingdang sealed the explosion’s impact energy, this slightly buggy Seal didn’t stop sound. The colossal explosion echoed throughout the villa, cyclically pounding against my buzzing brain. Meanwhile, I faintly heard police sirens getting closer and closer…
I reckon this house must now be considered a hiding spot for terrorists…
Do I really need to explain to someone that there’s a Goddess in my house setting off fireworks in her room? Any cop with a double-digit IQ would send me straight to the psych ward!
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“Sandora, you go deal with the cops. Qianqian, keep an eye on Anwina. That girl will definitely be interested in the police cars, don’t let her go out and cause a ruckus in broad daylight! Pandora, go down with Sandora. Meow, if those guys don’t recognize a Princess, you give them the pitiful act—hey, put away the RPG, I told you to get them to leave, not to blow them away! I need to have a serious talk with Dingdang…”
Of course, we need a serious talk! What if Dingdang starts blowing up the house every day, and one day I wake up in the rubble, who am I supposed to cry to? I don’t trust the crappy Sealing that Dingdang makes, just by looking at the part of the wall that keeps bulging out…
Also, who’s the idiot that came up with a plot where a Goddess turns into a bomb maniac?
When I reached the recently calmed green screen wall, I began to smash the wall like my life depended on it…
Don’t look down on me, I really don’t know how to deal with this mystical “Sealing” stuff. The only magic expert, Alaya, took off to the Stratosphere early in the morning, so the only solution I could think of was to smash the wall.
After smashing for a few minutes, I finally heard Dingdang’s soft voice from the other side of the wall, accompanied by a series of suspicious crackling sounds of things exploding.
The next second, the green vines in front of me split open from the middle, and instead of the expected white wall, a deep Black Hole appeared, and then a dark little figure “thwacked” onto my face.
Dark and…
Utterly speechless, I looked at the little one I’d just plucked off, completely smoked black, and sighed once more at the unreliability of the Divine Race.
Dingdang didn’t seem to care about her current look at all, her little black face had a pair of eyes shining with emerald green, staring straight at me. Then, she grinned, her tiny white teeth exceptionally eye-catching against the black backdrop.
“Yay, Ah Jun, is it mealtime?”
Mealtime my foot! I’m here to check on your demolition skills!
After washing off the Dingdang-shaped black mark from my face, the first thing I did was to fill a cup with water, then submerge the vigorously protesting Little Thing entirely in it, holding the rim with one hand and the bottom with the other, then swirl left three times, right three times, up three times, down three times, one two three four and repeat!
After all, this creature can’t be drowned…
Three minutes later, Dingdang, dizzy with small circles in her eyes, started to wobbly chase me around the house—meow, no good deed goes unpunished. I give you a bath and you… hey hey hey, what’s this?! Are you a tentacle enthusiast or something?!
When Qianqian and Sandora came back to the room, what they saw was someone wrapped up like a zongzi with at least twenty tentacle-thick vines and hanging upside down from the ceiling beam.
“Dingdang has made a big discovery, oh!” The Little Thing shook off the last drop of water and then proclaimed to Qianqian and the others with a triumphant look, “Dingdang discovered that inside those Star Gold Stones, there are some really incredible components~~~”
Ah, truly an amazing discovery!
But could you please let me down first? I’m not meant to spend the night like this, am I?
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I’m desperately calling for everyone’s inhumane support!!!