Super God Academy: Kabuto

City of Angels·Yan's Palace

Angel Yan lay languidly on the carved windowsill, her gaze aimlessly drifting towards the distant sea of ​​clouds. A shimmering butterfly flew in from nowhere, fluttering around her before finally landing lightly on her slender fingertips.

"I've been observing him for a while now," she whispered to the butterfly on her fingertip, as if conversing with an unseen listener. "He... is experiencing the stirrings of first love, and has already developed the most basic feelings of affection."

Her thoughts drifted back to a time seven thousand years ago. The scroll of memory unfolded, revealing a hundred years of confinement. She was locked in a silent room, facing all the restlessness and desires within her heart, undergoing the most rigorous ascetic training.

"One hundred years..." Her voice carried a hint of timelessness, "A full one hundred years."

When her confinement ended, she stood before the Holy Queen Keisha.

"Yan, what is your attitude towards men now?" The Queen's voice was both majestic and calm.

What was her response at the time?

"I've endured it for a hundred years," she heard her own calm, unwavering voice from back then, "and these things don't matter anymore."

Then, time flies, and seven thousand years slip through our fingers like flowing water.

"If, now, the Queen were to ask me again..." Yan's fingertips twitched slightly, startling the butterfly that had been perched there. Her gaze became incredibly deep and resolute, and a sacred smile curved her lips. "I would say—"

"We've waited seven thousand years, so what's another seven thousand?

She watched the butterfly flutter away, then turned her gaze back to the deep universe, as if she could penetrate endless space and see the "little boy" on that distant blue planet.

"I think," she declared softly, with the pride and prudence unique to angels, "this little boy can be observed for another... a thousand years."

Her eyes sharpened, like a drawn sword:

"And he, too, must go through the hurdle of 'abstinence'."

City of Angels - Holy Royal Court

"Yan, are you there?" Queen Keisha's voice rang out through the sacred realm, directly into the mind of Angel Yan, calm yet carrying an undeniable majesty.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I'll be there soon." Yan replied immediately, putting down her work, and with a flap of her pure white wings, she transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the palace.

Inside the magnificent royal palace, the Holy Queen Keisha reclined languidly on her throne, a symbol of supreme power in the known universe. Upon seeing Yan enter the hall, she cut to the chase and asked:

"Yan, you went to Earth recently. How was it?"

Yan knelt on one knee and respectfully reported, "Your Majesty, during my time on Earth, I did not directly sense Morgana's presence. However, I left Yunyan there to continuously monitor her. But..." She paused slightly, her tone becoming somewhat solemn, "If Liang Bing has truly advanced to the fourth generation of divine body, we angels will likely completely lose the ability to detect her movements."

"She's so down on her luck," Keisha said, her tone carrying the usual disdain for her sister, "how could she possibly have the ability to conduct research, let alone successfully utilize the fourth-generation divine body technology?"

"Your Majesty is absolutely right." The angel standing below stepped forward and took over the conversation. Her voice was filled with absolute confidence and a hint of disdain for Morgana. "In the last war, we almost wiped out all of her subordinates, and she herself was also severely injured. With Morgana's third-generation divine body, such injuries would not be able to heal in less than a thousand years."

"However," Keisha interrupted Leng's argument, her voice slightly lowered, drawing everyone's attention back, "I obtained some information about Morgana from Karl, the god of death in the Styx Galaxy."

Yan's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly: "Karl? That scholar who calls himself the Grim Reaper, it seems we angels need to 'correct' his views."

Keisha didn't directly respond to Yan's comments, but instead continued to inquire about information: "What exactly is the level of his Taotie Legion?"

"A standard spacefaring-level technological civilization," Yan's answer was clear and precise. "They possess antimatter weapons, but cannot harness dark energy, therefore they lack true god-slaying combat capabilities. However, they seem to have obtained some god-slaying weapons from our Angel City through certain channels."

"I see..." Keisha nodded slightly, seemingly having made a decision. "You all get ready. You'll be coming with me to the Deathsong Academy in the Styx Galaxy later. That perverted Karl always likes to deal with things like death and evil. They're birds of a feather, so it's not surprising that he has news about Morgana."

Upon hearing this, Yan stepped forward, and although respectful, still expressed her concerns: "Queen Keisha, please forgive my overthinking. Are you... only taking us?" Her gaze swept over the few high-ranking guardian angels behind her.

"The last war that broke out in Nebula was because we made too much of a fuss when we were trying to kill Morgana, which gave her a chance to escape," Keisha explained, her tone carrying an undeniable determination.

"Hmph," Angel Leng turned around upon hearing this, looking at Yan with her usual arrogance. "Yan, do you think we sisters would encounter any so-called 'danger' anywhere in the known universe?"

Yan met the cold gaze, then looked again at Keisha on the throne. Her doubts vanished in the face of absolute power. She bowed slightly.

"You're right. In the known universe, a dozen or so high-ranking guardian angels gathered together are enough to... be invincible."

Keisha nodded slightly in satisfaction, then slowly rose from her throne.

"You all go and prepare," she said, her figure beginning to blur, as if about to merge into the light. "I'll go see He Xi first."

Keisha's figure passed through the micro-wormhole and appeared directly in the technologically advanced yet tranquil living room of He Xi's palace. He Xi was lazily nestled on the sofa, toying with a constantly shifting starlight data model in her hand. Without even looking up, she simply asked:

"Why are you here?"

"I came to see you." Keisha walked over and sat down naturally, still exuding the elegance and composure of a queen. She calmly dropped a bombshell, "Also, I'm planning to go to Earth."

"Hmm." He Xi's reaction was so calm that it was as if she had only heard that the other party was going to visit the neighbor next door. She simply nodded slightly, her gaze still fixed on the data model in her hand, as if it were more interesting than Keisha's decision.

Keisha, unperturbed by her appearance, swept her gaze over her with a hint of understanding: "Your clone technique is getting more and more realistic; even I almost couldn't tell the difference." She then changed the subject, her tone carrying a rare, sisterly teasing, "How were things on Earth with your 'little heartthrob'?"

He Xi finally raised her eyelids, glanced at Keisha, and replied irritably, "Old hag, just say what you want to say, stop beating around the bush."

Keisha's slightly teasing expression vanished, replaced by the seriousness befitting the Queen of Gods: "Liang Bing, have you really advanced to the fourth generation of divine body?"

"Yes." He Xi's answer was concise, and the data model in her hand froze, displaying a complex energy spectrum. "Moreover, Karl and Liang Bing have probably already prepared a... 'big gift' for you on Earth."

Upon hearing this, Keisha showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, a domineering smile curved her lips, and her eyes, which seemed to see through the universe, blazed with absolute confidence and a hint of disdain for her enemy's tricks.

"Alright." She slowly stood up, her kingly cloak billowing without wind. "I was just about to go see what interesting things they... could possibly come up with."