Super God: Diary System, but without a brain.

Stared at so intently by Angel Yan's eyes, which seemed to see through everything, the two of them ultimately couldn't hold out for long.

"...And him?"

Rose's gaze drifted upwards for a moment, landing on the tightly closed door on the second floor. She spoke very softly, as if afraid of being overheard.

"Why hasn't he come out?"

"What a coincidence!"

Angel Yan squinted her eyes, her voice trailing off softly and long, like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish.

"You...you saw his diary, didn't you?"

Upon hearing the word "diary," both of their expressions simultaneously became somewhat unnatural.

Of course they know.

Yan was among the first to receive a copy of the diary. They, on the other hand, were the last.

What this meant was something the two of them understood without saying a word.

In Xiaoxue's judgment, they were placed in the same category as Morgana, the demon queen.

They are all entities that "may pose a threat to Su Bai".

Angel Yan did not continue the topic.

Seven thousand years of time have shown her too much.

Even angels have selfish desires, let alone other people?

She has no grounds to blame anyone.

I have no interest in it.

He said he had something to take care of.

Yan withdrew his gaze, his tone as indifferent as if he were discussing the weather.

"So, unfortunately—he's already gone out."

The moment the words left her lips, both Rose and Lena felt a sense of relief in their chests.

But what followed was another kind of indescribable emptiness.

He's not in now.

Then there's still time.

This is the reason I breathed a sigh of relief.

But the courage I finally mustered up... will I be able to muster it again next time?

Rose lowered her eyes, not letting anyone see the fleeting hint of self-mockery that crossed her face.

She wasn't so narcissistic as to think the other person would "wait" for her.

Now it's like I'm offering my warm welcome, eagerly trying to get someone to give me the cold shoulder.

Keep your face cold, keep dragging your feet, keep putting on an "I'm still thinking about it" attitude—

That's not being reserved.

It's treating the other person like a fool.

Rose took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress all the unease and hesitation in her chest.

She turned to look at Lena beside her, her tone more resolute than ever before.

"Lena, you should go back now."

Lena was still struggling with her thoughts when she heard this and didn't react for a moment. She blinked.

"...What? You're not coming with me?"

"I'll wait for him to come back here."

Rose's voice was not loud, but it was almost unwavering.

She turned her gaze to Angel Yan, nodding slightly, as if making a request or confirming something.

"Is that alright, Your Excellency Angel Yan?"

She knew.

If we miss this opportunity, it will truly be a missed opportunity.

She didn't want to regret it.

Rose never denied her admiration for strength, especially given her childhood lack of paternal love, which made it even more extreme.

Therefore, Rose knew

After seeing Su Bai again, she would not be willing to submit to anyone.

Since that's the case, we should act when the time is right.

She had no mother during her childhood, and her father never truly gave her the sense of security of being "chosen".

She knows all too well what it feels like to not be chosen.

So this time—

She wants to be the one to reach out her hand.

Even if it means... doing the absurd "Star Fury" that Yan mentioned.

It's better than nothing.

For the next year, a hundred years, or ten thousand years, they will live in regret, thinking "what ifs."

A hint of surprise flashed in Angel Yan's eyes at Rose's sudden remark.

After all, she was just saying it casually.

Moreover, in her view, whether it's Rose or Lena...

As a spacetime gene and the light of the sun

They all possessed an air of 'arrogance'.

They definitely wouldn't want to be like Starfury.

But now it seems like they've gone a bit too far.

Yutong, who had been listening to the three's conversation, felt somewhat confused.

You can still roughly hear it.

The two young girls in front of him had designs on Wang.

However, from their conversation, Yutong always felt that something was wrong, as if they had overlooked some important factor.

Lena stared wide-eyed at Rose in disbelief.

Lips moved but no sound came out

Rose... Has Rose really made up her mind? Is she really going to become Starfury?!

But can someone as proud as Rose really let go of her pride?

At this moment, Lena could no longer see the rose clearly.

"Fine... stay if you want." Even though he already felt he had gone a bit too far.

Angel Yan did not refuse Rose's request.

Let's just leave the problem to the little one to worry about.

Angel Yan thought this

On the other side—

Sumali gripped the dark silver dagger tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.

He stared at the flying wheel in He Xi's palm, which was larger than his entire body and forged from dark silver, and his lips twitched uncontrollably.

Astrological destiny.

They even brought up astrology.

He Xi is... really not planning to let him leave this door alive.

He forced a smile, trying hard to maintain that mask of "unwavering devotion":

"It seems you really want me dead."

He Xi's expression was indifferent, and her tone was as calm as if she were stating a trivial matter:

"You should have died long ago."

Sumali's Adam's apple bobbed, and a hint of embarrassment flashed in her eyes, which she quickly suppressed, replacing it with a deeper, almost humble tenderness:

"Since that's the case..."

He looked at He Xi, his voice low and deliberately hoarse:

"Finally, let me die in your arms, okay?"

He wanted to take one last gamble.

Even if Du Hexi didn't love him during those 30,000 years, there was still a trace of past affection between them.

He was wrong.

He Xi didn't even answer.

She simply let go.

The moment Xingming left his palm, the air was cut with a sharp hiss.

The silver-white flywheel, like a coin tossed by Death, spun, precisely, and without hesitation—flew toward his throat.

Sumali's pupils contracted sharply.

She actually did it!

He suddenly spread his wings and leaped into the air, narrowly avoiding the first blade.

Xingming brushed past his hair, severing a few strands of silver hair, drawing a cold arc in the air, then turned and bit his nape again.

Sumari dared not turn around, flapping her wings frantically, like a sparrow being targeted by a falcon.

He knew about astrology.

He had seen He Xi use it to reap the lives of countless scum.

Astrology follows closely behind.

He Xi stood below, coldly watching.

In the original work, Su Mali was able to avoid He Xi's destiny.

That's because Ruoning, who knew the characteristics of astrology and He Xi's methods, was present.

Now...

Su Mali gritted her teeth, turned around as the sharp edge approached again, and swung her dark silver dagger to parry with all her might.

clang--!!!

Sparks flew everywhere.

He forcibly deflected the trajectory of the star, which whistled past his shoulder, leaving a deep scratch on his shoulder armor.

but--

It's back.

Without any pause, the silver-white flywheel changed direction and locked onto his throat once again.

Before Sumari could catch her breath, she turned and continued her escape.