But things were different now. Queen Kesha was still alive, and the original timeline wouldn’t unfold the same way. Even though she had become the heir apparent, she didn’t carry the same forced suppression of love that her memory backup had recorded.
“And what about you?”
Bai Xuan looked at Angel Yan and said calmly:
“I don’t know what data Sacred Kesha entered about me into the Holy Treasury, but if she was running matches, she wouldn’t have only paired me with Angel Zhi Xin.”
“What’s the compatibility rate between you and me?”
“Me?”
Angel Yan blinked, tilting her head slightly.
Queen Kesha hadn’t actually told her that. But it definitely wouldn’t be higher than Zhi Xin’s.
“What, got your eye on me?”
Even though she didn’t know the number, that didn’t stop Angel Yan from teasing Bai Xuan. Watching this young “male god” maintain his composed demeanor—occasionally flustering him was its own unique kind of fun.
“Just pure curiosity.”
Whether it was Angel Yan or Angel Zhi Xin, Bai Xuan couldn’t genuinely develop feelings of “love.” Even if he felt some fondness, it was based on the personalities and qualities they’d displayed in the anime—and any more superficial attraction was simply physical desire.
Exquisite features, noble and pure aura, a figure with all the right curves…
He hadn’t cut himself off from romance, nor was he immune to women, so of course he had some thoughts—but they were just that: thoughts.
“I have no objection to Angel Zhi Xin coming over, but her strength won’t get any real training in this world.”
“And she can’t just waltz in and interfere with humanity’s battles against mutated beasts.”
Whether it was from how Angel Civilization was portrayed in the anime or from his exchanges with Angel Yan, he held a certain fondness for them.
Sacred Kesha’s Just Order—they’d upheld it for nearly thirty thousand years, composing an epic with their own lives that belonged to Angel Civilization and the Just Order itself.
Compared to the freedom-loving Demon Civilization, or even the peaceful and prosperous Lieyang Civilization…
Angel Civilization was heads and shoulders above when it came to how they treated weaker civilizations.
If not for Angel Civilization keeping them in check, the Demon Civilization would’ve spread evil and corruption without a second thought, holding no regard for anyone’s lives.
And while Lieyang Civilization preached peace and prosperity, in the world of Xiongbing Lian, they’d descended upon Huaxia a thousand years ago, flattening several cities and claiming no fewer than a million lives.
Compared to them—compared to every other civilization—Angel Civilization wasn’t just “good.” They were practically great.
That was exactly why Bai Xuan allowed Zhi Xin to come to his world. Whatever their intentions might be, he held a favorable impression of Angel Civilization.
Besides, even if Zhi Xin tried anything, he still had the power to put her in her place. For no other reason than this: this was Earth!
“I understand. Internal civilizational development.”
“Even if you’re biased toward your own civilization, perspectives differ, and so do views on the same matters.”
“There are things you have to do, and things you must do.”
Angel Yan naturally understood why Bai Xuan operated this way. Pressure, anger, fear, caution—these emotions were the raw materials that drove both individuals and entire civilizations forward.
If Bai Xuan were just a soldier, he wouldn’t need to think about any of this—he’d just follow orders from the state.
But he wasn’t.
His abilities destined him to become this planet’s god, this civilization’s god.
Naturally, he couldn’t act like a common soldier and rescue his nation’s people without limits—even if he had the power to do so.
Think of Queen Kesha—a fourth-generation divine body, the Sacred Body. If she intervened in every battle, not a single angel warrior would ever fall. But if they lost Kesha, what would happen to Angel Civilization?
They’d probably be even more fragile than in the original story—even less able to cope.
For Bai Xuan, the last thing he wanted was for his own civilization to be dependent on him.
Just as the two were deep in conversation, the chat group’s mechanical, cold voice rang out beside them.
“Ding! Member [Lin Fengjiao] has joined the chat group.”
“Ding! Member [Martial King] has joined the chat group.”
“Ding! Member [The Oldest Godslayer] has joined the chat group.”
After all this time, new members were finally joining again.
Angel Yan and Bai Xuan raised their eyebrows in near-perfect unison, exchanged a glance, and wordlessly ended the call.
Compared to the matter of Zhi Xin, new members were clearly more important.
Meanwhile, in the chat group:
Lighthouse Richest: “Welcome newbies. Also, just saying—I’m first.”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “So childish, fighting over something like that. But I was this fast and still didn’t get first?”
Just Ordinary Group Leader: “Welcome new members.”
Himouto Umaru: “Welcome newbies~ The info about the chat group should already be in your heads. If you don’t believe it, don’t go picking fights—you might tick off some big shots in here. If you’re skeptical, check the memory copies.”
Himouto Umaru: “Even if they’re in anime or drama form, they’re legit recordings of other worlds.”
The Worst Evil Spirit: “Umaru’s taken over my old job pretty well.”
The Worst Evil Spirit: “Good job~”
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Himouto Umaru: “Hehehe, you’re too kind~”
Lin Fengjiao: “Um… may I ask, fellow cultivators—is this an illusion?”
In the zombie world, Uncle Nine stared at the virtual screen only he could see, while his disciples Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng looked at him like he’d lost his mind.
“Can you two really not see it?”
Uncle Nine asked again.
“Master, did you get possessed or something?”
“There’s nothing there…”
Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng exchanged worried glances. He’d been fine this morning—why was he suddenly acting possessed after lunch? Was there something wrong with the food?
The thought made both of them pale. They started jamming their fingers down their throats, trying to throw up whatever they’d eaten.
Uncle Nine didn’t have the energy to deal with them right now. Instead, he followed what Umaru had said and checked his memories—and sure enough, there was suddenly new information about the chat group.
“A platform spanning all worlds—a chat group that lets me communicate with people from other dimensions.”
Uncle Nine’s face was filled with shock.
“Spiritual energy, magic, chakra, Devil Fruits… completely different power systems…”
In the Godslayer world, Marquis Voban checked the information that had appeared in his mind—and his excitement only grew.
“Different from martial arts, sorcery, magic, and the Godslayer system—a brand new path. Interesting. Truly interesting!”
On the summit of Mount Lu, Lord Luo Hao also allowed a faint smile to grace her lips.
The path of the Godslayer, which had seemed to reach its end, now appeared to have opened up new directions forward.
