Super God: Diary System, but without a brain.

Everyone returned to the villa

"So... I've come to your universe?" Liang Bing looked at everyone, her eyes filled with shock.

Su Bai nodded

"That's right, at least in our world, the Angel Queen is Holy Keisha, and the Demon Queen is Morgana."

Angel Yan said without any politeness.

After all, he had just been thoroughly disgusted by the other party.

Although it was indeed a misunderstanding, she couldn't swallow her anger.

Besides, so what if you're Liang Bing from another world?

You're the Demon Queen for a day, and you'll be for a lifetime!

Liang Bing was somewhat bewildered, her eyes darting back and forth among the people in front of her.

No one spoke; they simply waited silently for her to process what was happening.

Keisha, who had initially decided to peek at the diary again after noticing its lack of updates, finally understood what was going on.

So, because of the little guy's actions, a rather unusual kind of coolness was created.

Looking at this younger sister who perfectly matched her ideal, Keisha couldn't help but feel a complex mix of emotions.

If only my sister were like that...

Upon hearing Yan's words, Liang Bing's expression darkened slightly, like a candle flame flickering in the wind, but not going out.

Seeing this, Su Bai changed the subject at the right time.

"Why don't you tell us about your world first?"

He spoke in a gentle tone, as if asking rather than interrogating: "I'm quite curious, what's the difference between your place and this place?"

Liang Bing looked up at him, remained silent for a moment, and then let out a long sigh.

That sigh was very deep, as if it carried the weight of thirty thousand years.

"I am..." She paused, as if confirming something, and then slowly said, "The Angel King, Liang Bing."

His first words stunned everyone.

King of Angels?

Liang Bing ignored the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, simply lowering her eyelashes, her voice calm to the point of being indifferent:

"My sister... Keisha, she was tricked by Space and Karl, infected by the Void... and became the Void Queen."

Opening Critical Strike.

Su Bai's eyelids twitched violently.

Good guy.

He originally thought that Liang Bing was following the "Keisha script," at most she was a little softer, a little more innocent, and had never fallen into depravity.

It turned out that what they had wasn't a script at all—

The world simply collapsed.

"The Void... Queen?" He Xi narrowed her eyes, unusually abandoning her usual nonchalant attitude, and a serious look appeared between her brows.

Not only He Xi, but everyone present was somewhat bewildered, including Keisha herself, who was secretly observing.

Liang Bing nodded and didn't say anything more about Keisha.

It was as if it were a wound that was too deep and too painful, and that just lifting a corner was enough to let everyone see the festering scars inside.

Su Bai rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

"...And then?"

Liang Bing suppressed the bitterness surging in her chest, her voice as steady as if she were telling someone else's story:

"After that... I led the angels and fought against my sister."

"After being infected by the Void, she led those who had also fallen into the Void... and became exceptionally powerful."

"The angels suffered heavy losses."

She paused, her tone devoid of sentimentality, only calm as if stating a fact, yet everyone present could hear the unspoken blood simmering beneath that calm.

"He Xi and I... have never given up on finding a way to awaken my sister."

Her gaze slowly swept over the people in the living room, from He Xi to A Zhui, then to Yan, and finally landed on Su Bai.

"I was confused when I saw you two together." Her brow furrowed slightly. "Why were you standing side by side? And who are you—" She looked at Su Bai, "who are you?"

"But the moment Yan pointed his sword at me..."

She lowered her eyes, her voice as soft as a falling leaf.

"I've put everything behind me."

Angel Yan pursed her lips.

The anger that had been brought to a fever pitch by Liang Bing's few words seemed to have been gently extinguished by something.

She turned her face away, her tone still hard, but without the previous sharpness:

"...Why?"

"Even if I point a sword at you, you shouldn't react like that."

Liang Bing did not answer immediately.

She lowered her eyes, and a faint, bitter smile curved her lips.

"In my world..."

She paused for a long time.

"...In order to awaken my sister, during a battle..."

She took a deep breath.

"Yutong...died in my arms."

Angel Alan: [Why does this script feel a little familiar...]

He Xi's expression also seemed to be on the verge of breaking down.

Is this really that melodramatic?

Keisha, who was secretly watching the screen, unconsciously tightened her grip.

This familiar... sense of déjà vu.

Angel Yan's expression froze for a moment.

An ominous premonition, like a cold snake, slowly crept up my spine.

"Before Yutong died," Liang Bing's voice was very soft, as if she were caressing an old wound that would never heal.

"She smiled and told me... that one day, my sister will definitely wake up."

She paused.

"Then, she put the newborn baby..."

Her gaze swept past the crowd and landed on Yan's stiff profile.

"...entrusted to me."

Yan did not turn around.

But her hand, hanging at her side, trembled almost imperceptibly.

"I raised Yan to adulthood." A slight fluctuation finally appeared in Liang Bing's voice, like a drop of spring water beginning to melt beneath the frozen surface of a river.

"Watching her grow from a little girl who couldn't even hold a sword properly into the left wing of an angel, becoming a warrior who could stand alone..."

A thin layer of tears welled up in her eyes, stubbornly refusing to fall.

"Deep down, I... have a secret desire for her to succeed the Angel King."

The living room fell silent once again.

Keisha, He Xi, and Su Bai all twitched the corners of their mouths at the same time.

Su Bai thought to himself: What a fantastic Frankenstein's monster! Author, are you out of your mind? How did you come up with such an outrageous plot?!

Liang Bing's voice was very soft, as if she were telling a long-forgotten story, each word carefully considered.

"I didn't choose Yan as a leftist..."

She looked at Yan, her eyes filled with apology, nostalgia, and a tenderness that could not be erased even across the world.

"It's not because she's not good enough. It's because she's only five hundred years old and still needs to grow."

Yan kept his face turned to the side, not looking at her.

A little too much pressure was building inside: Okay, okay, I'll become Ruoning and Zhixin.

"I originally planned to have her follow Leng and Liuyue around to gain more experience." Liang Bing lowered her eyes.

"She is so smart and talented. In a few hundred years, she will definitely become a better warrior and a more qualified king than me."

She paused.

"But Yan seems to think... I don't approve of her."

"Although she never says it, I can tell she's resentful."

Liang Bing's lips curved into a shallow smile, a smile that held both pride and bitterness.

"The more defiant she became, the harder she trained, and the more she wanted to do everything to the best of her ability. Like a stubborn fledgling bird, she refused to let anyone see her still-developing wings."

"so……"

She looked up and met Yan's eyes again, which were trying hard to remain cold and hard, but were already slightly red.

"That's why I lost control like that when you drew your sword and pointed it at me."

"It's not because of anger, nor because I feel offended..."

Her voice lowered, like a feather falling into a deep pool; there was no sound, yet ripples spread outwards.

"I just suddenly realized that Yan, whom I raised, has never looked at me like this."

"The way she looked at me was always trusting and dependent... even though she never admitted defeat verbally."

"And here, you look at me like you're looking at an enemy."

Liang Bing took a light breath.

"At that moment, I couldn't remember anything. Differences between worlds, misunderstandings, logic... none of it mattered anymore."

"I just want to know what I did wrong."

"First I lost my older sister, and now, the disciple I raised from childhood has also..."

After she finished speaking, the living room fell silent again.

This silence was heavier and quieter than any before.

Good heavens, Su Bai has really settled in Bengbu.

You damn author, get out here!

You're just letting yourself go, aren't you?

What kind of rubbish is this?

Yan is combining the scripts of Zhi Xin and Ruo Ning, isn't she?

There were too many flaws, and Su Bai didn't know where to begin criticizing them.