Chapter 677: So It

Is there enough food stored?

Facing Song Shuhang's righteous act of stealing lines, Weigong Shilang had planned to retort that at least three Saber-sized appetites would be needed—but before he could speak, Xiao Yan cut in, pressing him about marriage in the tone of a nosy neighbor.

"This… is the road."

"What road? Right now we're talking about your personal issue—you must want to hold a wedding with the girl you like, right?"

Xiao Yan silently elbowed Weigong Shilang in the abdomen, then quickly flicked his eyes toward the rear-sideways, making a subtle gesture.

Beneath the snow-dusted cherry tree, Dada Liya stood with her back to them, gazing at the sky.

Weigong Shilang gritted his teeth against the elbow strike, straightened his waist into attention posture, and said, "That's correct—I will always love Dada Liya."

The girl's shoulder-length hair stirred slightly; a smile curled at her lips, and she pretended not to notice them sneaking off to tour other parts of the Hakkaisan Shrine.

Weigong Shilang exhaled in relief and said, "If we really held it together, the shrine grounds wouldn't be enough."

"Quite perceptive," Xiao Yan patted his shoulder and nodded. "Forget practicality—this is the moment to show resolve, so the girl feels secure."

'Xiao Yan's theory is strong, but it'd be better if it connected to practice.' Song Shuhang thought silently as he slipped away, following his instinct to flee—he feared Su Lin might also demand he demonstrate security.

"Then why not hold your own wedding here too?" Su Lin arrived as scheduled.

"Didn't you hear Weigong Shilang say the space isn't enough?"

"Then hold one every day—you said yourself you must give the girl security."

Xiao Yan's smile vanished; he grew increasingly silent, unsure whether he was pondering Su Lin's suggestion or his own lack of security.

Song Shuhang passed by the young man of the Huai clan, who was diligently taking notes—he didn't know what the boy was studying, but Song Shuhang saw the cover of the notebook written with the words "Road to Survival."

Is this a survival game's merchandise?

Feels perfect for me—I'll buy a copy someday.

Song Shuhang turned his head, then suddenly froze—he saw a Hearing Song Shu perched atop the shrine's donation box, staring fixedly at him.

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Why are you staring at me?

Song Shuhang rummaged through his storage pouch, pulled out a pistachio, and carefully extended it toward the squirrel—the little creature, as if terrified, didn't move a muscle.

"You're a Hearing Song Shu, I'm a Hearing Song Shu—eat this and we'll be friends."

Song Shuhang attempted to activate the Druid's Nature Affinity ability to form a friendship pact with the squirrel.

Though it was merely a bored pastime of his.

?? But unexpectedly, the Hearing Song Shu seemed to understand human intent; after eating the pistachio, it climbed up his sleeve and settled on his shoulder.

Seeing this, Song Shuhang exclaimed in delight: "We're fated, little one—would you like to inherit my Dao name?"

Nearby, watching the good-natured man trying to communicate with the Hearing Song Shu.

Reimu couldn't help asking: "Is that guy a squirrel demon?"

"Probably—after all, he's Tai Song Shuhang," Hecate still wondered how a squirrel could appear in this season: "But he came without prior notice—is that alright?"

"It's fine—I even thank you for bringing so many outsiders here," Reimu said, symbolically sweeping snow with her broom.

Clearly, she was in good spirits, especially after the donation box filled up again.

"Still, that gap demon doesn't seem to be hibernating this year—don't bring too many outsiders into Gensokyo and cause some anomaly," Reimu said, leaning on her broom as if tired.

"I've only brought in some outstanding men to balance Gensokyo's yin-heavy, yang-deficient state," Hecate teased.

"Hehe… yin-heavy, yang-deficient…?" Reimu smiled lazily: "By the way, is that report from Yatogami about you and Fujihara Meiko fighting over a man true? And is your diary real too?"

Hecate feigned deep thought and replied: "If you mean the Paradise Plan, then yes, it's true."

"?!" Reimu shuddered, recalling the uncensored pornographic manga Yatogami had sent separately to the shrine—and its plot—glancing warily at Su Lin.

Yatogami's reports were amusing gossip when the protagonist wasn't oneself, but if they involved oneself, one had to consider how many boss levels one would need to clear to reach Mount Youkai.

"You didn't bring outstanding men—you brought pervert demons," Reimu noticed her gaze had been detected and switched topics:

"How did you two meet?"

"Met online, offline—I recall, when we first met, he wanted me, a person of Penglai, to get pregnant."

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"Extremely rude—I've lived this long and never seen a man like this before."

Hecate was mid-sentence when she suddenly clutched her head in pain.

"If you keep blabbing and that paparazzi hears it, my reputation in Gensokyo is ruined!" Su Lin stepped out from behind his Heavenly Law Manifestation, having just retracted his fist.

Which transmigrator entering Gensokyo starts with universal negative goodwill?

"Are you a man who dares to do but not to admit?" Hecate shouted toward Xing, who was reading intently while rubbing her head in distress: "What did Su Lin try to do when we first met?!"

"Huh?" Xing looked up, paused, then said: "Oh—he wanted us both to get pregnant."

"Look at—"

"Look me in the eye and say it again," Su Lin smiled, his right eye glowing with strange runes.

Xing blinked: "Then if it happens, we'll just abort it."

Shit.

A "Penglai crone" of unknown age, and a "star-core infant" barely born.

Clearly, everyone inside the shrine who had been discussing decorations and dishes had fallen silent—their gazes didn't turn, but their spiritual senses had already circled them multiple times.

"I must explain," Su Lin said: "It's the maternal gaze of a Confucian sage—and I only wanted them to experience the greatness of motherhood."

"Uh… Emperor, which is better—white candles or red candles?" Lu Mingfei blurted out.

"..." Zhongli fell silent, stroking his chin: "Rationally speaking, red candles are more festive—but unnecessary."

"Go on—I'm listening."

Klein donned his Night Watch uniform, pulled a stool from history, sat down, picked up a newspaper, and flipped through it while clicking his tongue and shaking his head.

Su Lin firmly believed that if one's conduct is upright, one's shadow need not fear—especially after his right eye glowed with strange runes, convincing many to believe him.

The public perception has improved; commendable and joyful.

Filming in progress.

Is it an illusion?

Many viewers watching the screen are eating popcorn—this is an investigation. When that man named Su Lin's right eye glowed, many observers felt a chill run down their spines and instinctively touched their bellies.

But as the light faded, this unease vanished completely.

The Hearing Song Shu biological camera stood on Song Shuhang's shoulder, having become his pet through the bond of "feeding," moving with his viewpoint.

Someone was sketching designs at the entrance of the Hakkai Shrine, someone was playing chess and drinking tea, and someone else was holding a microphone, stammering while practicing a speech.

【This is a tough problem—after all, there are many people today. Shuhang, what would you all like to eat?】 Weigong Shilang asked, holding a kitchen knife.

The white-haired girl hugged Weigong Shilang around the waist: 【Shilang, I want steak, cake, hamburger meat, and… let me think.】

"The appearance is slightly different, but the personality traits are highly similar," Bubble declared. "It can be confirmed as the original."

"The original is here."

"I am here too."

The Shadow City's Weigong Shilang and Ilya raised their hands in stunned silence; along with them came the Avalon spirits. The Spirit Weigong Shilang had been dragged out of detention still wearing handcuffs due to time constraints.

"Want a plate?" asked a bootlegger in a black suit and black sunglasses, asking each person individually.

"Who let him out?!" Chen Jun's face darkened.

"Wasn't he brought along with the rest?"

"We only needed the Spirit Weigong Shilang!"

But since they've all come, now isn't the time to worry about this.

On screen, Weigong Shilang put down the kitchen knife and skillfully picked up Ilya: 【Ilya, eating that much will make you fat.】

【Why not just wish for weight loss with the Holy Grail? And would Shilang find me too heavy?】

【Never.】

As their faces drew close, lips about to meet, Song Shuhang coughed twice as a reminder.

【Sorry.】

【No problem—just drown Ilya in your embrace.】

"Does Shilang have feelings for me all along?"

Not only did the two on screen blush, but even those in Shadow City turned red—except for Kiriya Sakura, whose body was spreading black spiritual energy.

"Wait!"

The Spirit Weigong Shilang's eye twitched. "What timeline is this?"

"That side is Gensokyo," Tawer said, rapidly operating on a device shaped like a crystal coffin:

"According to the information gathered so far, some people were brought into Gensokyo by Hakkai Hikari."

"As for these two, they are very likely not remnants leaking from an Abyss dimension or timeline, but from the true 'Type-Moon' universe."

She was creating files for all currently appearing individuals; the files for Weigong Shilang and Ilyasviel were annotated: Suspected origin: Universe designated 'Type-Moon.'

Su Lin's file was annotated: Relationship status chaotic.

The Shadow City's Yagumo Shizu frowned:

"As far as I know, the Gensokyo version of 'Yagumo Shizu' eliminates or drives out all entities intruding from outside the universe, erasing all traces."

"Were they given permission?"

This situation is strange.

A world undergoing negative entropy flow has a high probability of connecting with other universes, yet that youkai sage's attitude has always been firm: refusing excessive interaction.

But the footage captured now suggests otherwise.

"Should we attempt contact with this group?" Sandoora suggested.

If the past void is likened to a sheet of paper, our goal now is every dimension of this endless void—infinite sheets of paper.

Beyond Gensokyo, we are actively exploring other dimensional voids and have already achieved modest success.

"This…" Chen Jun was thinking.

Entering as an isomorph or another version of oneself would facilitate contact; later, we could dispatch a vanguard fleet to traverse the void for investigation.

【Is there no cosmic origin to eat today?】

【We ate it all at the last banquet.】

【Master of the Sword Sect, could you please】

【destroy a few universes as ingredients?】

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Strange dialogues appeared on screen.

The young man named Su Lin also walked over: 【Today is our—wait, I won't use that term—today is the first banquet of the Hilong Empire Time Administration in Gensokyo. At least make the ingredients more plentiful?】

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What is he saying?

What did he just say?

He said they're from some empire's time administration?!

"No record of this person," the little Bubbles said.

【I've only been asleep a short while—when did you conjure up a Hilong Empire Time Administration?】 asked the gentleman wearing a top hat.

【Hilong means soul.】 Su Lin merged with a strange, pale-blue shadow.

【The Day of Wrath, the Time of End】

His gaze turned arrogant and unrestrained; his brilliant golden hair grew endlessly, donning a black tie and military coat, armbands bearing the swastika on his arms, his right hand raised at a forty-five-degree angle: 【Long live victory~】

So it's this Hilal?!

"I'll go trim a few timelines where the Jahou appears, and where the Jahou goes on dates with my child—can timelines be used for cooking?"

Su Lin pointed toward Xiao Yan: "I'll leave the cultivation of billions of lives to him for pill refining."

"Hah hah hah, what a pile of nonsense!" Xiao Yan snapped back: "Since that incident, I haven't used living beings to refine pills in a long time!"

"Please don't do that!" Weigong Shilang looked troubled: "Besides, I can't use these new ingredients for cooking just yet."

As Weigong Shilang spoke, Dada Liya tugged at his collar.

"Shilang, you may make a wish to me. Though I can't yet create a multiverse, I've already accumulated a great deal of wish power and magical energy."

"No, that would be too extravagant."

Su Lin had no intention of letting the other use the Great Wish Art or the Holy Grail's power—after the Sea of Wishes vanished, accumulating such wish power was not easy: "Wish for Gilgamesh's true form to appear."

Dada Liya nodded, closed her eyes tightly, and made her wish.

A surge of Jin Guang rippled, and Gilgamesh appeared in black racing gear, holding a model of a black Saber.

He blinked, then roared: "Filth—"

Golden ripples spread, and the gates of the King's Treasury opened, revealing row upon row of weapons.

"Move aside." Su Lin shoved Gilgamesh aside and thrust his upper body into the spatial gate.

"Filth, what are you doing?!"

"Don't think I don't know—last time you went to destroy the Abyss's ruins, you still destroyed the worlds and Reincarnators on a certain list."

Su Lin had the Doupo Cangqiong Phantasm retrieve several clusters of profound, constantly rotating fragments of Zhouguang, their internal spaces still expanding.

Su Lin had the Celestial Phantasm extract several fragments of Cosmic Light, each deep and swirling, their internal spaces still expanding.

"Your things are my things!"

Su Lin casually plucked several Treasures from the King's Treasury: "These are taxes."

Su Lin also took a few artifacts from Wang Zhi's treasury: "These are taxes."

It was clear Gilgamesh was about to explode—his hair stood on end.

"Consider it a wedding gift for Weigong Shilang and Dada Liya. Now we have ingredients." Su Lin tossed the Zhouguang fragments to Weigong Shilang.

At that moment, Gilgamesh's expression softened: "You said ingredients? Hey, you over there, Supreme Sword Sect— you're going to cook with this?"

At that moment, Gilgamesh's features relaxed: "You said ingredients? Hey, you over there, Supreme Sword Sect— you're going to cook with this?"

"I want to eat too!"

"I want to eat too!"