Electric Shock User: “Speaking of which, I have to bring up a certain someone.”
Lighthouse Richest: “What do you think, Sacred Lord?”
Sacred Lord: “…”
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “The Sacred Guardian of the Left Wing?”
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “You mean the Xiongbing Company?”
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “But there seem to be several Sacred Left Wings—the most famous ones are Angel Yan and Liang Bing.”
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “But if it’s Liang Bing, she should be the Queen of Demons instead.”
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “It could also be Ruoning or Angel Zhui.”
Child of Nature: “There’s one more—Angel Alan.”
However, Angel Alan’s screen time is very limited. She died in Queen Kesha’s arms during the second war between angels and demons—a brief but brilliant flash of light.
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “The Xiongbing Company series is actually pretty well-made, but I haven’t watched much of it.”
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Just Ordinary Group Owner: “Of course, that doesn’t affect my feelings for Angel Yan.”
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “Among all my favorite Chinese animation goddesses, Yan ranks second!”
Lighthouse Richest: “Who’s first?”
Lighthouse Richest: “Another angel?”
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “No, it’s Yan Lingji.”
Yan Lingji—the eternal goddess!
Meanwhile, in the world of Xiongbing Company.
Inside a magnificent and resplendent palace.
Angel Yan rested her chin on her hand, gazing out at the scenery beyond the window. Over seven thousand years of warfare, this had become one of her ways to reset her state of mind.
But just as she was losing herself in the view outside—
Ding. Potential group member detected—Angel Yan.
Ding. Would you like to join the Transdimensional Chat Group?
A cold, mechanical voice rang in Yan’s ears. Her eyes instantly snapped from daze to alertness.
“Who are you?”
Ding. Potential group member has made an inquiry. Basic information about the chat group is now being transmitted into the host’s mind.
Ding. Potential group member has defaulted to joining. Beginning enrollment.
As the words faded, information about the Transdimensional Chat Group was fed into Angel Yan’s database.
In an instant, Yan finished browsing all the details about the chat group.
“A chat group that connects countless worlds across dimensions—how intriguing.”
A smile curled at the corner of Angel Yan’s lips. Might as well go in and take a look.
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “@Sacred Guardian Left Wing—are you Angel Yan?”
Sacred Guardian Left Wing: “Would you rather I be, or not be?”
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “Definitely hoping you are!”
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “As long as it’s not Ruoning, I’m good.”
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “But judging by your tone, you should be Yan, right? Zhui wouldn’t joke around with strangers.”
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “Do you want a memory replica of the Xiongbing Company world? Oh, a memory replica is basically a record of the past and future of your world, but it’s only for reference—not necessarily completely accurate.”
Su Yunqing spoke with great enthusiasm.
The Worst Evil Spirit: “Feels like the group owner is super friendly to the newbie—ready to hand over a memory replica before they’ve even said anything.”
Golden Flash: “This attitude isn’t quite as warm as how she treats Mikoto Misaka, but it’s not far off.”
Himouto Umaru: “Different tiers of affection for favorite anime characters?”
Himouto Umaru: “Didn’t the group owner just say the newbie is her second-favorite Chinese animation character, right after Yan Lingji?”
Himouto Umaru: “Hey, Bai Xuan, do you know what I mean?”
Umaru asked curiously in the chat. Bai Xuan was a transmigrator from the same planet as the group owner, and he knew a lot of the anime characters she did.
If anyone could understand why the group owner was so excited, it would be Bai Xuan.
Child of Nature: “You’ll understand once the group owner shares the memory replica of the Xiongbing Company world.”
Bai Xuan didn’t elaborate further. The charm of each character couldn’t truly be grasped through words alone.
Whether it was Mikoto Misaka or Angel Yan.
Especially for those who loved anime—the heroines they adored weren’t just beautiful faces.
Their unique personalities, beliefs, and the distinctive allure they displayed throughout the story—that was what truly captured people’s hearts and won them over.
He had his own favorite anime characters too.
Angel Yan was certainly among them—elegant yet not aloof, proud yet carefree and magnanimous, steadfast in her convictions and willing to die for them, and playfully charming when interacting with her comrades and Ge Xiaolun in private.
Of course, what first drew him to Angel Yan was her beauty and those long, fair, flawless legs.
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “Hehehe, yeah, I’m a little excited.”
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “Because back when I transmigrated, there weren’t that many great Chinese animation series.”
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “Xiongbing Company was one of the better ones—both its world-building and character development were solid.”
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “Especially that moment when she took the angel’s oath and became Ge Xiaolun’s guardian angel—that was truly captivating.”
Ding. The group owner has uploaded a memory replica.
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “@Sacred Guardian Left Wing—I don’t know how far the plot has progressed in your timeline.”
Just Ordinary Group Owner: “But as long as Sacred Kesha is still around, there shouldn’t be any major problems.”
Before Sacred Kesha stepped off the stage, no crooked ghosts or monsters would dare show their faces.
Angel Yan’s gaze turned serious at Su Yunqing’s final words.
As long as Sacred Kesha is still around… Does that mean Queen Kesha is going to step down—or worse—in the future?
But in all the known universe, who could possibly make Queen Kesha step down?
Morgana?
Can she really do that?
With doubt and confusion, Angel Yan opened the memory replica.
Meanwhile, another group member spoke up in the chat.
Tendou Souji: “A chat group connecting different worlds? Sounds interesting.”
Lighthouse Richest: “The newbie speaks?”
Lighthouse Richest: “But something feels off—why does everyone else have nicknames, but yours is just a plain name?”
Lighthouse Richest: “Or is ‘Tendou Souji’ your nickname?”
Tendou Souji: “Grandmother once said: ‘I am the one who walks the path of heaven and governs all things.’ That is both my name and my destiny.”
Lighthouse Richest: “???”
Glory of the Northern God: “Woof?”
Glory of the Northern God: “I am Thor, God of Thunder—for the glory of the Northern Gods!”
Glory of the Northern God: “Doesn’t feel as cool as that, though.”
Himouto Umaru: “I feel like I just got flexed on?”
Lighthouse Richest: “Aren’t you even a little surprised about joining a chat group?”
Tendou Souji: “Grandmother once said: ‘I am the center of the world—everything revolves around me.'”
Tendou Souji: “Since the chat group only picks one person per world, isn’t it only natural that it chose me?”
Tendou Souji: “Since that’s the case, the chat group only selects one person from each world to join, so isn’t it only natural that they chose me?”
In the world of Kamen Rider.
Tendou Souji stared at the messages flickering across his screen, a complex glint in his eyes.
Clearly, his inner state was far less composed than his words suggested.
