Angel Capital Group…
A giant multinational at the top of the world, a faith-driven organization hiding behind the label of charity. Investment was the small part of what they did. Their real purpose was pleasing the Angels of the higher civilizations.
And yet…
The moment the sky split open, and that beautiful golden woman dropped into the boardroom and crossed her long, flawless legs in the chair at the head of the table, every executive in the room froze.
Those pure white wings, that tall, elegant figure, that perfect ivory face, there was no mistaking it. This was an Angel, the very kind they worshiped.
"Everybody out."
The chairwoman of the investment group looked at the beautiful Angel before her, lips dry and face pale, and with every ounce of strength she had, ordered everyone in the room to leave.
"O, okay…"
The executives stared at the holy wings and the shattered glass scattered all over the floor. They understood perfectly well that the woman who had torn open the sky and broken into the tower was not someone to question, not someone to look down on, and certainly not someone to offend.
All they could do was lower their heads, keep their eyes fixed on the floor, and back out of the room.
"I have never seen a real Angel before. You are truly divine."
At such close range, the chairwoman could barely breathe as she looked at the Angel's flawless face. It felt like being purified, purified in her soul. She did not even need to be near an existence like this. Just seeing an Angel from afar was enough to make a sacred force surge through her heart and wash away every ugly thought and desire inside her.
"For years, we have followed the path of the Angels. We have kept moving toward justice. We…"
The chairwoman was overflowing with emotion. She desperately wanted to prove herself before this Angel, to tell her about the generations of effort her family had made, about everything her company had done over the years.
"Stop."
The beautiful golden Angel simply raised one hand.
"Uh…"
The instant she saw that pale, delicate hand lifted in front of her, the chairwoman fell silent and stood there obediently, waiting for the Angel's next word.
"Pursuing justice? How have you been doing that all these years? By throwing money around?"
The Angel clearly had a very low opinion of the group's work so far.
"We've done everything we could to reduce poverty, everything we could to spread justice across the world…"
The chairwoman looked at the holy Angel with complete sincerity and spoke from the heart about her devotion to justice.
"I understand. I don't approve of what you've been doing, but I do understand your intentions…"
The Angel let out a soft sigh.
"But there's something I have to warn you about. Disaster is about to fall on you. A spacefaring alien civilization is approaching. They belong to the Styx civilization. They worship death and slaughter. They believe only death can make all things eternal…"
"If I could, I would help you. But unfortunately, you are not Angels."
The holy Angel sighed again, seeming genuinely regretful that this beautiful planet was about to be consumed by war and death.
"What… what are we supposed to do?"
The chairwoman's expression turned grave. What the Angel had just told her left her badly shaken.
"You…"
The Angel looked at the panic on the woman's face and parted her alluring lips. Technically, this was not even part of her job, but she was an Angel, a living embodiment of love and justice.
Bang.
Before the Angel could say another word, the doors of the boardroom were shoved open hard, and a man in a yellow delivery uniform walked in.
"You…"
The chairwoman's face changed at once. She could not understand it. She had stressed over and over that no one was to enter this room, so how had someone still barged in?
"Delivery!"
Before the middle-aged woman with the worn, seasoned face could speak, the delivery guy spoke first and seized the initiative.
"Who ordered it?"
Caught off guard by that answer, the chairwoman instinctively asked who had placed the order.
"…"
The delivery guy did not answer. He walked right up to the chairwoman and the Angel, pulled over a chair as casually as if he owned the place, sat down across from them, opened his delivery bag, pulled out a pizza box, and started eating.
"You, you, you are unbelievably rude."
The chairwoman stared at the handsome delivery guy stuffing his face with pizza, her brows knitting into tight lines, her eyes practically burning.
He was a delivery guy, and not only had he failed to tell her who ordered the food, he had also opened it without permission and started devouring it right in front of her. At that moment, all she wanted to ask him was one very serious question.
Do you seriously think this is acceptable?
"Rude? I ordered my own food, and I'm eating my own food. What exactly is wrong with that?"
The delivery guy did not care in the slightest. As far as he was concerned, he was being perfectly reasonable.
"You…"
The chairwoman was visibly angry, mostly because for one horrifying instant, she had actually thought his logic made a little sense.
"That's enough."
The holy Angel frowned and cut off the chairwoman beside her.
"Y, yes."
The chairwoman immediately shut her mouth in fear.
"You may leave now."
"I'd like to have a proper talk with this interesting man."
The holy Angel leaned back in her swivel chair, one arm folded under her chest, the other lightly touching her flawless profile. She looked the delivery guy up and down as he sat there eating, her eyes full of interest.
"O, of course."
The chairwoman nodded repeatedly, rose to her feet, gave the handsome delivery guy one long look, then lowered her head and walked out of the conference room.
"How interesting. What exactly are you? Where did you come from? Don't tell me you crawled out from under a rock. I've heard Earth's guardian deity came out of nowhere like that too…"
The female Angel sounded arrogant, but inside she was astonishingly calm, and perhaps even a little shaken.
I can't read any information from this man at all. Could he be the disguised avatar of some chief god from a god-making civilization?
No. Even if he were, he still shouldn't be able to hide from Angel sight. Unless he's already reached a level where he can stand against Sacred Kayle herself…
But that's impossible. There is absolutely no existence in the known universe that can challenge Sacred Kayle. Not even Morgana. Sacred Kayle is the absolute embodiment of justice in the known universe, unless…
A flicker of panic rose in the Angel's heart as she thought of a possibility, a very bad one.
"Stop guessing. You won't get it right."
The handsome delivery guy smiled at her and shook his head.
"Y, you read my information?"
The moment she heard that, the female Angel shot to her feet. Her wings spread behind her as she stared at the handsome delivery guy in full alarm.
"Come on, I didn't need to read anything. Everything you wanted to say was already written all over your face."
"Relax. Sit down."
He kept eating pizza while speaking to her in an utterly casual tone.
"…"
The beautiful Angel's eyelid twitched slightly. Then, in silence, she sat back down.
"There. Much better."
The delivery guy smiled when he saw her settle into her seat again.
"So…"
"Why don't you tell me what you really are?"
The beautiful Angel brushed back her long golden hair, which gleamed in the sunlight like threads of gold, and deliberately leaned closer to the handsome delivery guy.
A sweet fragrance drifted into his nose at once, teasing his senses.
"Heh…"
"You're a seven-thousand-year flirt, and this is the seduction routine you're using on me?"
"This is your big test?"
The handsome delivery guy only laughed in disdain at the blonde Angel's teasing. She was still too green.
"You…"
The Angel felt insulted, completely insulted.
"You gods in this universe took a wrong turn a long time ago. You depend way too much on the shallowest form of information scanning. The second you run into someone you can't analyze, you go blind. Once you can't parse me, you can't do anything. Hell, if you can't parse me, you can't even hurt me. So tell me, what kind of gods does that make you?"
The delivery guy, Jovian, was not remotely polite as he laid out every flaw he saw in the beautiful Angel and in the so-called gods of this universe.
"That's blasphemy."
"And on that point alone, I could pass judgment on you."
The Angel rose to her feet and drew the sword from her waist.
"Calm down. I already told you, that toy can't hurt me."
Jovian looked at her weapon, smiled, and shook his head.
"How would you know if I didn't try?"
The beautiful Angel pressed her face closer to his and asked.
"Stubborn…"
"So you're stubborn, huh?"
"I like stubborn people."
The second Jovian heard the defiance in her voice, not only was he not annoyed, he was thrilled.
The last one who acted that stubborn in front of him got turned into a marching drum and pounded on for days.
"You…"
"Heh. Don't think I can't deal with you, kid. I've crossed the universe for seven thousand years. I've seen every kind of man there is. You're not enough."
"But if all you wanted was to get my attention, then congratulations. You've succeeded."
A smile curved across the Angel's lips, as if she had regained control of the situation.
"Heh…"
Jovian let out a cold laugh after hearing her.
"Not enough time today."
"So I won't keep playing with you. We'll meet again in a few days."
The beautiful Angel stood up as she spoke and walked toward the window, clearly preparing to leave.
"Leave?"
"Did I say you could?"
Just as the beautiful Angel was about to depart, she heard a voice filled with absolute authority behind her.
"Hm?"
The instant she turned around, she saw a vast universe, with a towering, majestic existence standing at its center.
"This is… the dark plane? The dark-energy information plane?"
The beautiful Angel's heart jolted.
"When in Rome. I wasn't interested in this thing at first, but since everyone here seems to have one, I figured I might as well get one too."
Jovian sat back in his chair, his eyes glowing with dark light.
"Reading information…"
"Gene model… what the hell is this? Freeborn?!"
"Reading abilities…"
"What are you staring at? Looking won't do shit."
The information she read stunned the Angel outright. She was certain that even Sacred Kayle had never seen a dark plane this bizarre.
"I told you, looking won't do shit…"
"Analyze. Decrypt. Suppress."
With one leg crossed over the other, Jovian analyzed all of the Angel's information, cracked it open, and suppressed it.
"You like flying around so much? Let's see how you do without your wings."
With a lift of his hand, Jovian sealed the Angel gene inside the beautiful Angel's body, reducing this once-exalted holy guardian to an ordinary mortal in an instant.
"How could you possibly decrypt Angel genes?"
"There cannot be a celestial computer in this world powerful enough to do that!"
The moment her genes were sealed, the Angel's armor vanished, replaced by a thin, plain dress.
"Celestial computer? What's that supposed to be?"
Jovian reached into the bag behind him and pulled out Infinity Ultron's head.
"That clunky kind of junk has been obsolete for a long time now. Isn't that right, Ultron?"
Jovian tapped the Ultron head in his hand and asked with a smile.
"Master is correct!"
After being redesigned by Infinite Stark, Infinity Ultron no longer had any trace of his original extremism. Although removing the Infinity Stones had stripped away his power, Infinite Stark had preserved Ultron's enormous multiversal calculation capacity. Which meant that this little Ultron head was now a bugged supercomputer, one that surpassed every known computer in the entire Super Seminary Universe, including the Angels' Skyblade series.
"Come on, sweetheart."
"Take a nice walk with me."
Jovian pulled the flirtatious Angel into his arms in one motion. He was going to make this Angel, who loved teasing other people, get a taste of what it felt like to be teased herself.
"Heh…"
"I'm afraid you're the one who can't handle it."
The teasing Angel, Yan, Sacred Kayle's left wing guard and the terror of countless Demons, laughed coldly at Jovian.
"You're already in someone else's hands, and you're still talking tough. Aren't you worried someone might just swallow you whole? You've got the perfect curves for a body pillow."
Jovian raised a brow and pulled Yan even tighter against him. Their faces were now less than half an inch apart.
"You won't do it. If you dishonor me, Sacred Kayle will tear you apart."
Yan's heart was pounding fast now. She could feel heat rising in her cheeks.
"Hahaha…"
"And how do you know I'm not using you as bait to lure Kayle in on purpose?"
"Having one in each arm wouldn't be bad at all."
Jovian burst out laughing after hearing Yan's threat.
"One in each arm?"
"You really are underestimating the majesty of Kayle, Queen of the Gods."
Yan felt that Jovian was far too arrogant, too blind to the gap in power.
"Hah…"
"Just watch me steal your entire Angel civilization away."
Jovian only laughed lightly. He did not bother explaining anything. What Yan could see was limited by what Yan was capable of understanding.
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