Late at night, the sea around Juxia City rolled with wave after wave beneath the breeze. The massive steel behemoth known as the Juxia aircraft carrier floated on the water, standing guard as one of America's protectors.
Boom!
In the middle of the night, when even Morgana, the most fallen Demon Queen in the universe, ought to have been asleep, a thunderous explosion suddenly erupted beside the Juxia carrier.
Something had crashed into the water. The sea, calm only a moment ago, was thrown into chaos by the object's sudden impact. Towering waves roared outward, rocking even the giant carrier.
Wooo! Wooo! Wooo!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!"
The alarm instantly blared across the carrier. Soldiers on duty grabbed their weapons and rushed onto the deck.
One high-powered searchlight after another swept across the sea.
Everyone held their breath, bracing themselves for whatever enemy might appear.
But once the searchlights finally locked onto the object that had fallen into the ocean with such a deafening crash, every person on duty sucked in a sharp breath.
Its savage outline, its futuristic design, and its sheer size, several times larger than the Juxia carrier itself, all made one thing painfully clear.
This thing was absolutely not something Earth could have built.
It was obviously a space fortress from beyond the stars, created by some spacefaring civilization whose aerospace technology surpassed anything any nation on Earth could produce.
For a moment, everyone staring at the enormous fortress stopped breathing, not daring to act rashly for fear of provoking the monstrous thing into retaliating.
"What the hell happened here?"
Just as panic spread and nobody knew what to do, General Du Couteau, the highest-ranking commander aboard the Juxia, stepped forward. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his face carried a level of fury and gravity that was hard to miss.
"Report, sir, just now, something fell out of the sky, a, uh…"
Seeing Du Couteau appear, the highest-ranking officer on the scene, a colonel in charge of the duty team, hurried over at a run. He saluted, greeted him, and started explaining the situation in one smooth motion. He was doing fine until he reached the part where he had to describe exactly what that giant thing from the sky was, and then he stalled out completely. His poor brain simply could not figure out what word would even fit what he was looking at.
"You don't need to say it, I can see it. That's a Taotie strategic space fortress!"
"Damn it, the Taotie made it all the way to our doorstep, and we didn't notice a thing?!"
"Heh. I, Du Couteau, have seen my share of storms, but to think I'd live to see the day when a mere Taotie could leave me this helpless… what a joke."
Du Couteau clenched his fists. He could only sigh at the thought of a tiger brought low being mocked by dogs. What truly frustrated him was how powerless Earth was in the face of invading spacefaring civilizations.
With Earth's current technology, against any civilization capable of crossing the stars, they would be the ones getting pushed around.
And the science and technology left behind by his Deno civilization still could not display their full power, leaving a man known as a war fanatic like Du Couteau feeling horribly stifled.
"You're subordinates of Karthus, aren't you?"
"You came to Earth because you really intend to go to war with us?!"
"We may look weak right now, but standing behind us is the genetic-engineering legacy left behind by the entire Deno civilization! Those genetic projects hold tremendous power. Even the god behind you would tremble before them!"
Du Couteau was not afraid of death. If he had to die, then he would die with his chin up.
"Are you done yet with all this genetic-engineering talk?"
"You keep shouting about Deno this and Deno that, wake up, brother. Deno died a long time ago. You people did that to yourselves. What Leona's grandfather did, did you forget already?"
Just as Du Couteau stood tall, ready to face everything with his dignity intact, a voice full of open disdain came from inside the massive fortress.
"Hm?!"
The mocking tone left Du Couteau momentarily confused.
But when he looked carefully and saw the handsome figure holding a beautiful blonde woman in his arms, he froze on the spot.
"You…"
"No, wait, who are you?"
Du Couteau might not have had much power left, but fortunately, he still had a good pair of eyes. He could tell that the woman in the handsome man's arms was none other than a holy Angel.
In this universe, any man bold enough to get involved with an Angel was the real deal. If he was not the chief god of some civilization, then he was at least someone charging down that road with terrifying potential. And more importantly, for an Angel to take an interest in someone, that person needed more than just overwhelming power, it also meant he could not be evil. Cut open his chest, and you ought to find nothing but truth, goodness, and beauty inside.
"By your standards, I'm probably something like an idle god walking the earth."
Jovian thought about it for a moment, glanced at Yan beside him with a smile, and casually slapped a godly label on himself.
"What civilization do you belong to?"
Du Couteau's eyes lit up. In this universe, any being called a god was without exception some absurdly powerful monster. Back in the day, their Deno had gods too, and one of them, the great deity known as the War God, could split half a super-planet apart with a single swing of his axe.
And the title of god did not just announce terrifying combat strength, it also implied something else, power behind the throne. Every god had to have a faction behind them, because only by pouring in the resources of an entire civilization, or even several civilizations and countless star systems, could one create a truly immortal god.
"Civilization? I don't belong to any civilization. I belong only to myself!"
"Go tell the whole universe that Earth is not their playground. It is not some place they get to invade. If they piss me off, this is what happens!"
"Who says Earth doesn't have its own chief god?"
As Jovian spoke, he stomped hard on the gigantic space fortress beneath his feet.
After hearing Jovian's words, Du Couteau thought through an astonishing number of things in a very short time, especially after hearing that line about Earth having its own chief god.
He immediately formed a rough conclusion.
First, Jovian had most likely lived on Earth for a very long time already and had come to regard it as his second home. Second, the civilization behind him was probably gone.
His own civilization destroyed, but he himself still alive, wandering the universe alone with no real purpose, making a home wherever he ended up, that was not uncommon at all.
A god might be immortal, but the civilization that created such a deity was not necessarily immortal. Most of those civilizations were made up of mortals.
War, death, famine, plague, every moment they stole away precious lives. So in many cases, the god remained alive, only to look back one day and realize their civilization was gone. Most gods who lost their civilization became wanderers, drifting wherever fate took them.
In Du Couteau's eyes, Jovian was exactly that kind of wandering god, the last remnant of a civilization swallowed by history.
"I'm giving this big thing to you people."
"Consider it a first-meeting gift."
Without waiting for Du Couteau to say anything, Jovian continued, his tone leaving no room for objection.
"Honored god, is there anything we can do for you?"
After a moment of thought, Du Couteau lowered his posture and asked what Jovian needed. No matter what it was, Du Couteau intended to satisfy him. At a time like this, tying a wandering god to Earth, to America's war chariot, would be the greatest deterrent possible against the powers surrounding them.
"What can you do for me?"
"Haha…"
"Get me a villa, and send people to take care of my meals and daily living. Food, clothes, housing, transportation, handle all that."
"I don't really care about anything else."
Jovian shook his head at Du Couteau. After thinking it over, the only thing Du Couteau could really help him with was everyday convenience. In any other area, the man was useless to him.
"Oh, right, and take care of her daily needs too. That's it."
Only after saying that did Jovian seem to remember Yan was still there. He pulled her into his arms, looking wild and free.
"And this lady is…?"
Du Couteau was still probing.
"You can't tell?"
"Don't tell me you seriously can't tell who she is."
"With that silky golden hair, that killer figure, and skin whiter than snow, you can't figure out what she is? That's Yan, Sacred Kayle's left-wing Angel!"
Jovian knew perfectly well that Du Couteau claiming not to know the woman beside him was an Angel, and a very high-ranking one at that, was complete nonsense.
Du Couteau knew better than anyone what Angels looked like, and he was fully capable of telling whether one was real. The only reason he had not said it outright was because he was playing dumb. Du Couteau loved playing dumb, and he was very good at it. Long story short, the man was a first-class schemer.
"Whatever. There's no point explaining more to a worldly guy like you, you wouldn't get it anyway. I'm taking Yan and leaving."
"I already picked the place where I'm staying, you can go pay for it afterward."
The instant his words fell, Jovian rose into the air with Yan in his arms and flew toward the villa he had chosen.
Once Jovian had flown off, the easygoing smile on Du Couteau's face disappeared at once, replaced by stern seriousness.
"Handle everything exactly as I just promised that god. I want every last detail settled properly!"
Du Couteau spoke to the soldiers below him.
"Yes, sir!"
The soldiers saluted in unison. They knew exactly what their mission was.
When catastrophe and evil arrived, they might not be able to stand on the front lines like super soldiers or gods, but they would do everything in their power to manage the logistics, making sure the gods and super soldiers could unleash every bit of strength in their bodies and crush all enemies without holding anything back.
"Good."
Du Couteau gave a slight nod. He intended to investigate this god who had suddenly appeared in their world. He had a strong feeling something about the man was off. At the same time, he believed that if Jovian truly was what he seemed to be, a god who had lived on Earth for a very long time, then he must have left plenty of traces on the planet already.
Du Couteau was certain that if he dug through history, he would find evidence of Jovian's actions and use that to judge his personality.
And once they understood Jovian's personality, the rest would be much easier.
They could cater to his tastes, win him over, and eventually recruit him into their Black Great Wall Project as well.
For the sake of that so-called Black Great Wall Project, Du Couteau would use every means available.
His goal was simple. In this universe, this universe where the strong devoured the weak, anything that could help them grow stronger or block the enemy could be forged into a Great Wall.
Meanwhile…
"So you really gave that toy, your trophy, to Du Couteau?"
Yan looked curiously at Jovian as they flew through the air.
"I didn't give that thing to Du Couteau. I gave it to America."
Jovian explained his reasoning.
"Du Couteau, that war hawk, is not a decent man."
"Who trusts a guy who's watched a nation fall?"
"If a man's whole civilization collapsed, you think he's going to be normal?"
Holding Yan in his arms, Jovian found Du Couteau's whole deal painfully uninteresting.
"I see…"
"So what are you planning to do next?"
Yan seemed to understand his intent now. The person Jovian cared about was not Du Couteau, but this country, this city, and its people.
"Sleep."
Jovian answered without the slightest hesitation.
"Sleep? You're not planning to sleep with me, are you?"
Yan felt the corner of her eye twitch as her heart began pounding wildly. Thump, thump, thump, it beat so hard it felt like a startled deer was ricocheting around inside her chest, making her so nervous she could barely breathe. Was she really about to lose her virginity right here? This was way too sudden…
"Haha…"
Seeing Yan's face turn bright red, Jovian silently gave her a mental thumbs-up.
Sure enough, Huaye had been right. Angels really were the cutest things in the world.
Huaye was not wrong, Jovian thought to himself. Still, unlike Huaye, he was a man with principles.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything too outrageous to you."
"I'm just going to use you as a body pillow and hold you while I sleep, that's all."
Jovian revealed an incredibly gentle smile while saying something absolutely explosive.
"What did you say?!"
"And you think that isn't outrageous?"
Yan's eyes trembled violently. She felt certain Jovian had to be messing with her on purpose.
"Of course it isn't!"
"I'm not even at the point of having a girl on each arm and everyone sleeping under one blanket!"
"How can you call this outrageous?"
Jovian shook his head. This was nothing. Compared to a man's dream, a beauty on each side and everyone under the same blanket, this barely counted for anything.
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