Xyrin Empire

The monastery led by William is a very interesting organization.

Its nature is just like its name—monastic.

It does not meddle in worldly affairs, does not interfere with the outside world, and does not involve itself in the lives of ordinary people as "aliens." Members joining the monastery must adhere to these three points to earn its protection, and this protection is the greatest significance of this organization's existence. Although it does not partake in any external conflicts, it upholds the principle of protecting all members, provided they can pass the test.

Initially, this organization was more like a place for "aliens" to huddle together for warmth in the turbulent times. In an era when the Church still hunted werewolves and vampires, viewing superpower users as contractors of demons, and when superpower users, werewolves, vampires, and other similar aliens formed groups to fight independently, there were always some people tired of fighting. While traveling the world, William encountered many such war-weary individuals and had the idea of uniting them to establish an organization called the Moonlight Monastery. Of course, this organization has nothing to do with one's spending habits, like spending two months' salary in one month, nor is it related to the Huan Mountain Monastery. It can actually be considered a Demon Club and is also the oldest of the existing demon clubs in the world today.

Though time has passed, the Moonlight Monastery hasn't changed much. It still adheres to the ancient rule of non-participation in any conflicts and provides protection and help to all "aliens" who pass the test. It seems like a humanitarian organization in the dark world, neutral and inclined towards justice. The leader of the monastery has always been Werewolf William, whose high prestige in the dark world has allowed him to accumulate incredible wealth and connections during his travels around the world, enabling his organization to stand unshaken on Earth in every sense. William provided us with a long list of people who helped in the establishment of the monastery.

I won't casually reveal this list, but I could scare you a bit by naming a few: Li Shimin, Elizabeth I, Zhu Yuanzhang, Zai Feng, Churchill, Du Yuesheng, Hitler, and Bin Laden…

I find this list quite entertaining; a normal adult with the right worldview should be able to swallow two and a half pounds of fast-acting medicine with this list.

"The people on the list indeed assisted the monastery, but they themselves didn't know," Werewolf William explained to us. "I got to know these people and then tricked them into providing money, effort, or finding 'people' for me. They didn't know what their money was ultimately used for, which is why this list contains names that wouldn't naturally be put together. For example, Elizabeth I didn't know about my werewolf identity, but I saved her once, so I received a large reward, which was eventually used to renovate the monastery's castle, so I wrote her name down."

I found this explanation acceptable but was still quite shocked by Hitler's name.

"I don't like him," William frowned. "Although for the Germanic people he was a good leader, he was a disaster for humans, so I made him believe that I could find a magical soldier enhancement potion. For a werewolf, it's easy to display the power of flipping a tank, so I tricked a large sum of money out of him."

"He had a hand in the failure of the German Army," Lin Xue commented, showing some respect for William, this old hand in the dark world. "He has a dozen German tanks in his castle, which he wouldn't give me, no matter how much I asked."

During the first action of Boundless Love, we gained some understanding of the native "alien" dark world on Earth. Even on the seemingly peaceful Earth, there are numerous complex special groups. However, Boundless Love was acting entirely in a rule-breaking, cheating manner back then, merely playing around extensively. We only had a cursory understanding of this strange and interesting special society. It can be said that besides Lin Xue's young superpower team, our understanding of Earth's dark forces was merely at the level of a novel. Meeting William this time allowed everyone to gain a more reliable understanding of this special society, especially Qianqian, who finally had a chance to satisfy her gossip fire.

We found William to be a particularly easy-going person. His personality didn't match his identity at all. Although we only had less than a day's interaction, this werewolf, who spoke with a thick Tangshan accent, was well-versed in Chinese history and could chat with anyone without barriers, left a deep impression on us. The way he behaved really didn't fit a werewolf's identity, let alone the title of an "Earl," although it was self-proclaimed. But, well, his temperament was quite to our liking—a neighboring Uncle-like werewolf earl amidst the muddled, unreliable members of the Imperial Family seemed quite alright.

Approaching the evening, William had fully recovered his physical strength and gotten accustomed to the awkward feeling from the bracelet pressing down his werewolf bloodline. Qianqian's boundless curiosity about werewolves led her to enthusiastically invite William to stay for a casual meal, adopting the role of a household hostess. Even Ding Ling and Lin Feng, who were planning to go to Shadow City for treatment in the afternoon, stayed as well. Hence, we, a few bored individuals, started lazing around on the sofa, chatting away.

At that time, William was recounting his glorious deeds.

"Back then, it happened to be winter in Siberia, the harshest season. Exile to Siberia—what does that mean? Let me tell you this, if a convict were to be beheaded, not a drop of blood would be shed because the blood would freeze before it could spray out. In that place, one couldn't survive—though it's a bit better now, back then, being sent to Siberia was a death sentence. It was during the coldest winter that I was exiled to Siberia… Yes, an exile. Werewolves are powerful, but werewolves can't unite the world because humans have more powerful things. The Emperor had a special Holy Knight unit to deal with 'demons.' I couldn't beat them and almost got cursed. I shouldn't have acted alone back in those days."

"However, I am one of the most powerful werewolf leaders in the world. Half a year later, I unified all the canine animals in Siberia…"

"And then you sent a Siberian wolf to convey a message to the Emperor, saying if he didn't end the exile, you would incite all the canine animals in Russia to relieve themselves anywhere in Moscow," Lin Xue interjected with an eye-roll, "You've told this story before; that wolf got eaten as soon as it left the great snowy plain."

"Chenikov was a brave wolf," William mournfully gestured a cross, "but I forgot that most Russian civilians living near Siberia were illiterate at the time. The sign I hung around its neck was useless."

"So how did you escape Siberia? Those Holy Knights were blockading the border of the snowfield, right?"

William shrugged: "Half a month later, the October Revolution broke out, and the Holy Knights started to be withdrawn to guard the Grand Cathedrals everywhere…"

Chenikov's death was really unjust.

"By the way, werewolves don't have any food prohibitions, right?" My Big Sister suddenly poked her head into the kitchen, interrupting Brother Werewolf's bragging, "Also, do you have any preferences? We have the world's finest maid here, her cooking isn't something you can easily enjoy."

Anwina's little head popped out from the wall the next second, with a shy look on her face: "Still far from perfect, Anwina needs to work even harder to become the perfect maid."

"Ghost…" William was momentarily stunned, then shook his head with relief, "There are also ghosts in my castle, but none as smart as this one. You truly embody Boundless Love, bringing me many surprises."

Then he raised his voice towards the kitchen and shouted: "Please make it simple, I can accept anything except for dog meat and wolf meat, hopefully there can be ribs!"

Turning around and seeing our strange looks, Brother Werewolf awkwardly touched his head: "Eating habits, I used to love gnawing on big bones raw when I was a kid, but I've changed now."

We kept watching and saluted.

"That, can you hear?"

Just at that moment, an unfamiliar voice suddenly came through my spiritual connection, catching me a bit off guard. After a moment of reaction, I realized it was Ding Ling speaking, except this time it didn't sound as raspy as usual; it seemed to be her original voice before her throat mutated. Ding Ling can communicate with us spiritually, a skill taught to her by Lin Xue.

"What's up?"

I calmly responded through the spiritual connection.

"Let William stay here… is it okay? You guys usually try not to interact with ordinary people, right?"

"What are you talking about," I secretly chuckled, realizing that this slightly immature little girl was worried about this. She's more responsible than a certain Miss, although her concerns are misplaced, "Shouldn't we hide in a box to avoid exposure? This isn't a military zone. But you and Lin Feng, I need to ask, how many in your Superpower Team have shown signs of mutation?"

"The numbers haven't been compiled yet," Ding Ling said in a low mood, "According to the latest data as of 9 o'clock this morning, within nine hours since the lunar energy outbreak, seventy percent of the organization members have reported physical anomalies, and this figure refreshes nearly every five minutes."

I covered my forehead and leaned on the sofa armrest, beckoning to Qianqian: "How many people can your Boundless Love mobilize at once?"

"I don't know," Qianqian blinked innocently, "At that time, I gathered the 'idle personnel' from logistics, then added some guards from Dingdang's command, probably a few thousand."

Because William was present as a guest, some things couldn't be said too clearly, even Qianqian knew this, so she used "idle personnel" and "guards under Dingdang's command" to substitute for "Imperial Servicemen" and "Heroic Spirit Warriors," while my mind started clanking contingencies.

A few thousand humanoid troops make up Boundless Love, which means sweeping the world is entirely possible in terms of combat power, but killing and saving lives are different; a Terminator wielding a six-barreled machine gun can take out an enhanced company, but even a reincarnated Hua Tuo can't perform surgery on three people at once, right?

The situation has worsened. According to known theories, ninety percent of Earth's "aliens" are remnants of Atlantis civilization, meaning all have Ancient Gene memory. The lunar energy outbreak is enough to awaken the ancient gene's defensive alert within these "aliens." I don't know how many Special Ability Users and monsters exist worldwide, but it's certainly far more than the number in Boundless Love.

Moreover, the more troublesome situation is that these aliens cannot be treated using a unified method. The biochemical monsters created by the Atlantis civilization back in the day number in the thousands. The complex genes passed down have mutated beyond recognition. As a result, their physical mutations after being exposed to the lunar energy radiation vary. They require different energy suppression methods and purification energy levels. Mass-producing hundreds of thousands of vaccines to distribute uniformly could result in Earth entering another complete doomsday era, with most of the special ability users dying off, then I'd be punished by Big Sister to kneel against the heater, and Dingdang would have to write a review of more than three thousand words…

Speaking of Dingdang, I haven't seen her for half a day today. The little thing ran off to play by herself when she found William's conversation with us uninteresting. I don't know where she went.

"Who's the most idle person we have right now?"

I patted Sandora, who was sitting beside me eagerly waiting for the meal, and quietly asked.

Since the situation has escalated, let's draw some manpower from Shadow City to help. I really didn't expect that what seemed like another game like Qianqian's would have unexpected complexities. Global alien rampage—this could be a doomsday, and the Americans can't save the world this time—their X-Men and Hulk are at home brewing calming potions.

"The most idle? Do you even have to ask?"

Sandora rolled her eyes, "Besides your merry band of demons, who else is more free?"

I immediately slapped my forehead in realization.

At that moment, the food was served. We ended our discussion on world peace and began calling everyone to eat. William's jaw dropped at the banquet-like table of food in front of him and the six rice cookers in front of Sandora. I stood up and called loudly, "Dingdang! Dingdang! Time to eat!"

Dingdang wouldn't run far, and no matter where she went to play, when it's mealtime, she'll appear as soon as I call her. It's a tacit understanding between a pet and its master, and this time was no exception. Seconds later, Dingdang's sharp voice came from the storage room nearby: "Yah! Yah! Dingdang is a knight! Yah!"

The small opening at the bottom of the storage room door is Dingdang's special entrance. The little one rode out on a large golden mouse she had somehow caught, which had a harness.

I: "…"

Ding Ling and Lin Xue jumped onto the table immediately, while Qianqian paused for a moment and prepared to feed the mouse a piece of steamed bun—what an odd girl.

Dingdang was oblivious, as she rode the large mouse she caught, running around the table amidst everyone's horrified gaze. She mumbled and muttered as she rode, and after listening for a long time, I realized she was reciting quotes from Caesar and Xiang Yu—but the problem was, neither of them rode a mouse into battle, did they?

"Stop fooling around!"

I helplessly bent over and picked Dingdang up onto the table. Her mount, the mouse, was frantically running around the legs of my chair. This golden mouse amazed me; it's normal for it to obey Dingdang's commands as a creature, but now that she's left its side, the unlucky thing wouldn't run away, which is abnormal. Lin Xue and Ding Ling had already jumped from the table to the chairs, now getting ready to unleash their big moves. It's the first time I discovered that the mighty young lady was actually afraid of mice.

What surprised William was that among the group of girls present, aside from these two, none were afraid of mice: Qianqian was still there naming the mouse with a piece of steamed bun.

"Where'd you catch the mouse from! Aren't you afraid of it being dirty?"

Big Sister helplessly glanced at Dingdang, who was jumping between dishes and cups, ready to expel the invader.

"It's not a mouse! It's Dingdang's steed! It's called Pikachu No. 2!" Dingdang waved a toothpick and shouted in her thin voice, then pointed at the window, "Pikachu! Attack!"

"Squeak!" The golden mouse immediately stood up straight and saluted, instant teleportation to the window, and waved its claws at the glass. Suddenly, a thunderbolt at least a meter thick cut across the sky, leaving a bright river in the evening sky for several seconds.

"Squeak!"

Pikachu triumphantly teleported back, grabbed the steamed bun Qianqian tossed to it, and slowly savored it.

Us: "…"

William: "…I…I definitely won't ask, but what exactly is this little thing…"

"Boom!"

Brother Werewolf lay down half-charred.

No creature on this world may hit, feed, or speak disrespectfully to God. Violators suffer thunder punishments for blasphemy, losing sixty percent of life value and fifteen minutes of weakness, aside from our family, it's unfaltering, thus known as the Authority of God.

"Won't he die?"

Ding Ling cautiously looked at Brother Werewolf, then gazed reverently at Dingdang, who summoned the golden mouse back to the table and was riding it, running around the table madly. "God?"

"Yes, God!" Dingdang rode the mouse back and forth while Lilina started praying before the meal. The Fake Lolita Priestess clasped her hands in front of her chest, piously murmuring, "Thank you, Lord Dingdang, for granting me the shredded potato salad."

Dingdang accepted the peanuts Lilina had peeled for her, feeding half to the mouse and munching the rest herself, "Thank you, Lilina, for peeling peanuts for Dingdang!"

"This mess…"

I held my head in silent exasperation. Dingdang had found a new toy, and this time it was a mouse, even though it was a mouse capable of invoking lightning, it was still a mouse. The house would be undoubtedly lively again. William also gradually woke up, looking at Dingdang with a twisted expression, his tone particularly Xiang Lin-like: "I feel it was a huge mistake not to leave this afternoon…"

"Keep it confidential, haha, boundless love is not normal."

Lin Feng quietly muttered to him.

Lin Xue began continuing to chase her brother, and William shrugged: "Got it—thanks to Jesus for granting me pickled tofu…"

"Boom!"

In a daze, I urged everyone to eat, while Lilina sighed: "He got the name wrong, and in front of God too, according to the protocol, he should've said thanks to Lilina."

I continued to hold my head in silent exasperation: "This mess…" (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at Qidian [qidian.com], your support is my greatest motivation.)