38: Chapter 38 First Video Call: The Empress's Pajamas Are Too Alluring!

Jiang Chen sat on the edge of that five-meter-wide custom-made bed, his palms actually sweating slightly.

Even when facing Zhao Tianba's machetes, even when facing the ten-billion-dollar bluster of the Wang family father and son, he had never been this nervous.

This was an in-person meeting!

Although it was cross-dimensional, this was the first time his "paper-waifu" he had raised for so long was coming to life!

"Hoo..."

Jiang Chen adjusted the collar of his bathrobe in front of the phone screen, then touched his freshly shaved chin, confident that while his current appearance wasn't exactly earth-shattering, it was definitely "refreshing and dashing."

"Come on, let me see just how immersive this 'immersive experience' really is."

His finger hovered over the golden [Video Call] button, and he tapped it lightly.

"Hum—"

It wasn't the scene of a phone screen lighting up as he had imagined.

The phone on the nightstand suddenly erupted with a soft yet condensed beam of azure light. The beam seemed to have a life of its own, spreading out in a fan shape across the empty carpet of the bedroom, with countless tiny light particles dancing and reorganizing in the air.

Just two seconds.

A figure, constructed entirely of light and shadow yet so real it felt like it could be touched, appeared out of thin air in front of Jiang Chen.

It wasn't a chibi character on a screen.

Nor was it that kind of stiff 2D illustration.

It was a living, breathing—Jiang Wanqiu, whose eyelashes could even be seen trembling.

"Holy crap..."

Jiang Chen subconsciously held his breath, his pupils vibrating instantly.

This modeling... no, wait, this resolution is just ridiculous, right? You can even see the faint blue veins under her skin?

Moreover, at this very moment, Jiang Wanqiu was not wearing that imposing power armor, nor was she wearing that black tactical bodysuit.

She was wearing a set of... clearly "self-modified," home-style tactical pajamas.

It was still that pitch-black, polymer nanomaterial, but clearly, she had removed all the hard armor modules. The thin material clung to her explosive yet soft body like a layer of black mist.

The neckline was cut very low, revealing a dazzling expanse of snow-white skin.

Her iconic, long, beautiful legs were not wrapped in black silk at this moment, but were exposed openly, with only a black tactical leg ring tied around the base of her thigh, straining to create an intoxicatingly fleshy curve.

Her long silver hair was draped casually over her shoulders, the tips still carrying a hint of moisture, as if she had just taken a shower.

Those ruby-like eyes held a lazy, just-woken-up look, yet the moment she saw Jiang Chen, they suddenly burst with scorching brilliance.

Is this the Empress?

This is clearly just a silver-haired cat-girl who has just taken human form and is preparing to act spoiled for her master!

"Too... too rule-breaking."

Jiang Chen felt a warm current stirring in his nasal cavity, so he quickly tilted his head back, silently chanting to himself a hundred times, "I am a god, I must have dignity."

Who could withstand this?

Is the local culture in the Wasteland really this simple and open?

"Father... God?"

A trembling, crisp voice filled with disbelief rang out in the bedroom.

That voice didn't come from the phone speaker, but echoed directly in Jiang Chen's ears through holographic sound field technology, just as if she were really standing there speaking.

Jiang Wanqiu stared blankly at Jiang Chen sitting on the edge of the bed.

This was the first time she had truly "seen" her god.

No holy light blocking the view, no swirling clouds.

Just a young man in a white bathrobe, with black hair and black eyes, looking a bit thin but with eyes as gentle as a clear spring.

Was this the Primordial Ancient God who bestowed food upon Dawn City, saved her from danger, and taught her supreme tactics?

"What, don't recognize me?"

Jiang Chen suppressed the palpitation in his heart, trying to make his voice sound steady and magnetic, "I am Jiang Chen."

This response completely shattered Jiang Wanqiu's last shred of reason.

"Father God!!!"

She let out a scream that sounded like a whimper, and threw herself forward.

Her movement was as fast as a bolt of black lightning.

Jiang Chen was startled and subconsciously opened his arms to catch her.

However.

The expected sensation of a warm, soft body filling his arms did not come.

Jiang Wanqiu's figure passed straight through Jiang Chen's arms; in that instant, the light and shadow twisted slightly, creating an illusory ripple.

Both of them were stunned.

Jiang Chen looked at his empty embrace and gave a wry smile.

He had forgotten; this was a holographic projection, visible but untouchable.

Jiang Wanqiu was even more stunned; she lowered her head, looking at her hands that had passed through Father God's body, and the fanaticism in her eyes instantly turned into endless disappointment and grievance.

"Can... can't touch..."

She pouted, her eyes instantly reddening like a child who had suffered a great grievance, "Why can't I touch you? Wanqiu is clearly right in front of you..."

"Silly girl."

Jiang Chen's heart melted as he watched her look like she was about to cry, and he couldn't help but reach out, placing his hand in the air above her head, making a head-patting gesture, "This is a cross-dimensional projection; our worlds are still separated by a barrier. Just being able to see is already a miracle."

Although there was no tactile sensation, Jiang Wanqiu still cooperated extremely well, squinting her eyes like a cat being petted, and actively rubbed her head against Jiang Chen's palm.

Even if it was just an illusory image, she felt incredibly satisfied.

"Father God..."

Jiang Wanqiu knelt on the carpet, looking up, staring infatuatedly at Jiang Chen's face with those big, watery eyes, as if she wanted to carve this face into the depths of her soul.

"You are... even better looking than I imagined."

"Just like the cleanest snow on the Wasteland, like an angel in the picture books of the old era... no, even more sacred than an angel."

Jiang Chen blushed.

That flattery was a bit much.

"Cough, well... Wanqiu."

Jiang Chen coughed dryly, his gaze shifting unnaturally away from her overly "breathable" neckline, "Is this outfit... also something you made yourself?"

Mentioning the clothes, Jiang Wanqiu's eyes lit up instantly.

She stood up abruptly and spun around in front of Jiang Chen, silver hair flying, skirt swaying, bringing a wave of fragrance—although he couldn't smell it, Jiang Chen had already automatically filled in that scent in his mind.

"Yes, Father God!"

She had an expression asking for praise, pointing to her "masterpiece," "Don't you like the 'Black Widow' style? Wanqiu feels that while that kind of bodysuit is convenient for fighting, it's too restrictive to wear at home."

"So Wanqiu cut off all the extra fabric! I replaced it with this thinner nano-silk!"

She leaned forward, her whole body almost pressed against Jiang Chen's face; although it was an illusion, the visual pressure was explosive:

"Father God, look at this material, isn't it very breathable? And it can automatically adjust the temperature, so you won't sweat even during strenuous exercise..."

As she spoke, she specifically puffed out her chest, showing off that amazing elasticity.

Jiang Chen: "..."

Strenuous exercise?

What kind of strenuous exercise?

What kind of wild thoughts are going on in that little head of yours?

"Good! Very good! Very creative!"

Jiang Chen quickly gave a thumbs up, afraid she might do something even more shocking, "Wear it like this at home from now on! This isn't just aesthetics, it's... *cough*, a lifestyle attitude!"

Having received Father God's affirmation, Jiang Wanqiu was so happy her eyes curved into crescents.

She looked around, curiously examining this legendary "Divine Palace."

The luxurious crystal chandelier, the soft long-haired carpet, and that huge floor-to-ceiling window that looked incredibly comfortable.

Everything here, to her living in ruins and steel jungles, was like a fairy-tale paradise.

Finally.

Her gaze locked onto the giant custom-made bed behind Jiang Chen, which was five meters wide and covered with white silk sheets.

Jiang Wanqiu's expression changed.

From curiosity, it turned into haziness, and finally into an undisguised longing.

"Is that... the bed of the Divine Realm?"

She murmured to herself, her voice as light as if she were dreaming, "It looks... so big, so soft..."

"A ten thousand times softer than the alloy plate bed in Dawn City, right?"

She slowly reached out, through the void, making a gesture of stroking the sheets, then turned her head, those red pupils seemingly burning with two flames, staring straight at Jiang Chen:

"Father God..."

"This bed is so big, if you sleep alone... won't you be cold?"