Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

As Yan's closest sister, she was genuinely happy and proud for Yan, and her joy, like the bright sunshine, illuminated her pale cheeks.

But beneath that radiant smile, a deep, unyielding guilt lingered in her eyes.

"If I hadn't been captured by Karl and used as a bargaining chip, that despicable King Hua Ye would never have been released..."

Zhi Xin lowered her head, her fingertips unconsciously curling, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible:

"I am a sinner against civilization. Perhaps... I should have died in the Styx Galaxy long ago, instead of becoming a weakness used by the enemy to blackmail me..."

Her self-blame clung to her heart like vines, tightening ever more.

He Xi keenly noticed the unusually low mood of his prized disciple.

She walked slowly to Zhixin's side, her moon-like silver hair flowing over her shoulders, and reached out to gently pat her slightly trembling shoulder.

"Silly child, don't overthink it. Being outmaneuvered by Karl is not your fault."

He Xi's voice lost its usual coldness, revealing a rare gentleness:

"His unpredictability is something even Queen Keisha must treat with utmost care."

She glanced at Qin Chuan, who stood silently beside her, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes, and deliberately raised her voice:

"As for exchanging you back, that wasn't my idea. It was someone who said, 'Any loyal, brave, and righteous angel warrior is a thousand times better than a corrupt and brutal piece of trash like Hua Ye in terms of life and dignity.'"

She perfectly repeated Qin Chuan's previous words almost word for word, with a hint of mockery in her tone.

Then, she gently pushed Zhixin towards Qin Chuan, and winked at him quickly, the meaning of which couldn't be clearer.

This kind of comforting and making girls happy is something that "professionals" like him are better at.

Qin Chuan received He Xi's signal and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

He looked at Zhixin, who was still enveloped in a heavy sense of guilt, his gaze gentle and clear.

“Zhi Xin, you are only five hundred years old this year. Among angels who are thousands or tens of thousands of years old, you are just a little sister.”

He spoke, his voice steady and full of certainty:

"But the fact that you were able to serve as Keisha's right-wing guard at such a young age, with your outstanding talent and unwavering faith, proves your excellence and your wisdom. Your future is limitless, and you will surely make a far greater and more glorious contribution to the angelic civilization than the sacrifices you make today."

Seeing that Zhixin's eyes were still lowered, he continued gently:

"By exchanging a piece of trash like Hua Ye for the safety of a pillar of society like you who will surely shine in the future, we have gained an advantage from any perspective. You don't need to, and shouldn't, have any psychological burden."

Hearing Qin Chuan's generous affirmation and high praise, Zhi Xin suddenly raised her head, her eyes glistening with tears of emotion, but a stubborn trace of self-doubt still lingered:

"But... am I really worth it? The consequences of letting Hua Ye go..."

Seeing that she was still getting stuck on her thoughts, Qin Chuan changed the subject, no longer offering comfort, but instead giving her a clear task:

"If you still feel guilty, then prove your worth with actions. Now, on behalf of Earth, I formally request support from the Angelic Civilization."

"Earth is currently facing a direct threat from the main fleet of the Taotie civilization, as well as the covert surveillance of the Triangular Civilization in deep space. The situation is critical, and a major battle concerning survival is imminent."

His expression turned slightly serious, and his tone became more formal, like a request:

"Zhixin, are you willing to go to Earth as an outstanding representative of the Angelic Civilization, dedicate your knowledge and power here, and assist them in resisting the invasion?"

Sure enough, with a clear goal and a direction to make up for mistakes, the confusion and self-doubt in Zhi Xin's eyes were instantly replaced by a firm and ardent light!

She immediately straightened her back, which had been somewhat hunched over, like a warrior who had rediscovered the battlefield, and responded loudly, her voice clear and powerful:

"I am willing! I will do my utmost to live up to your expectations!"

She then turned to Angel Yan, placed one hand on her chest, and solemnly requested:

"Sister Yan, no, Queen Yan, please grant me permission to go to Earth to carry out a support mission! I will use victory to wash away the shame of the past!"

Looking at her best friend, now refreshed and full of fighting spirit, Yan smiled with satisfaction. She nodded, her voice steady and trusting:

"Requesting approval. Stay safe and keep in touch."

"Yes! I will not fail you!"

With a heart full of energy, Zhi Xin gave a standard angel salute, his eyes firm, then immediately turned around, his wings fluttering lightly, to prepare for his new mission.

Watching Zhi Xin's departing figure, now brimming with renewed strength, He Xi smiled at Qin Chuan, a smile tinged with a hint of teasing:

"She truly lives up to her professional reputation. With just a few words, she was brought back to life and found her direction. The results were so remarkable that I couldn't help but want to follow Keisha's, Liang Bing's, and myself's example and give you a catchy, exclusive title."

"Oh?" Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow, asking with interest, "I'd like to hear more. What kind of title is it?"

He Xi winked playfully, a beautiful smile curving her lips: "How about... 'Queen of Picking Up Girls'? Doesn't that sound unique?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but smile and shake his head:

"This title certainly doesn't sound as domineering and majestic as your 'Heavenly Blade King,' 'Heavenly Revelation King,' or 'Heavenly Foundation King.'"

He stroked his chin, pretending to think seriously for a moment, "But thinking about it carefully, the 'ability' it contains might make other men in the known universe so envious and jealous that they'd split their plasmonic walls."

The two exchanged a smile, and the lighthearted joke dispelled much of the tension of surviving a close call, adding a touch of warmth and understanding.

After the joke, Qin Chuan's expression turned serious, and he took the initiative to share with He Xi his various profound insights from his previous experience in the micro black hole, especially his bold ideas and speculations about the composition of the "singularity," the ultimate "compression," and the "unity of all things."

He Xi listened intently, her icy blue eyes occasionally flashing with amazement and deep thought. She would sometimes ask for details, and sometimes fall into deep thought, offering her own insights.

The two seemed to have returned to tens of thousands of years ago, to the golden age when they were engrossed in their studies, brainstorming, and exploring the truths of the universe in the star-mapped laboratory of the Super God Academy.

Meanwhile, in the Styx Galaxy, at the Death Song Academy.

The atmosphere here is completely different from the relaxed and carefree atmosphere of the Heavenly Court of Merlo after its catastrophe; there is only an eternal, unchanging deathly silence and a deep-seated oppression.

The dim light seemed to be swallowed by nothingness, with only occasional, unconscious phantoms leaving fleeting traces on the walls.

"Useless! Karl, you son of a bitch, you're a complete and utter piece of trash too!!"

Hua Ye's hoarse roar echoed futilely in the hall, which was as empty as a tomb, filled with the hysteria of someone who had survived a catastrophe and the indelible humiliation and anger.

His once magnificent robes were now tattered, and his face bore the marks of fear and disarray.

"Yes! I, Hua Ye, am a piece of trash! I admit it! I can't beat that monster! But what about you?!"

He pointed at Karl, who was standing quietly not far away, and cursed, his spittle almost spraying onto the illusory blue robe:

"You've fought Qin Chuan time and time again, and every time you've been utterly defeated! You haven't even gotten a fart! You're even worse than me! What are you pretending to be, some kind of master!"

He became increasingly agitated as he hurled insults, as if he wanted to unleash all his failures and fears onto the other person:

"Just you wait and see! I bet all those gluttonous whelps under your command, and those wet, slippery triangular monsters, will be wiped out by those earthlings and those angels in short skirts sooner or later! A total annihilation! Hahaha! Let's see how you pretend then!"

Karl stood silently in place, his wide hood casting a deep shadow that completely concealed his expression.

He remained unmoved by all of Hua Ye's vulgar insults and curses, as if he were merely listening to a piece of noise that had nothing to do with him. He didn't even frown, remaining as calm as an abyss.

Only after Hua Ye had cursed until his throat was dry, he was panting, and he was at a loss for words did he finally break the suffocating silence with his unchanging, almost eerily calm tone:

"Are you done cursing?"

Hua Ye was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, glaring at him fiercely, his eyes filled with anger and a hint of fear.

"The last finger that Teacher Qin Chuan pointed at you, although it did not completely destroy you on the spot, contained a kind of strange power that transcends current understanding, which has seriously damaged the fundamental stability and recovery logic of your fourth-generation divine body."

Carl didn't wait for his reply, but continued in a flat, factual tone:

"The collapse of the structure is only a matter of time. Hua Ye, your demise has already entered an irreversible countdown."

All the anger and curses on Hua Ye's face froze instantly, and the color faded at a visible speed, turning into a deathly pale face and a deep-seated terror!

The divine body... is collapsing?!

He almost instinctively fell to the ground, all his previous arrogance vanishing without a trace, replaced by a pitiful, groveling expression:

"Karl! My God Karl! Save me! You must have a way, right? Please save me! I don't want to die! I really don't want to die! I'm willing to be your slave! I'll do anything you ask!"

Karl lowered his head slightly, and the shadow under his hood seemed to ripple, as if he were observing a pitiful creature trapped in a desperate situation.

His tone remained completely flat:

"Repairing your divine body, which is on the verge of complete collapse, is impossible with current technology. The only way out is to do what I did: completely abandon your fragile and useless physical form, embrace the void, and transform into a higher-level illusory body."

"Phantom...phantom body?"

Hua Ye was taken aback, feeling both unfamiliar and uneasy about the word.

"Yes. Although you will lose most of the sensory pleasures on a material level at that time."

Karl's voice seemed to possess a bewitching magic:

"But you will become a spiritual entity that is almost indelible and difficult to destroy by conventional means, existing eternally in the underlying structure of this universe. This is perhaps another form of 'immortality'."

Although Hua Ye is useless, he has lived for tens of thousands of years and still has basic judgment.

He immediately realized that Karl would not grant him "immortality" for nothing.

He raised his head warily, his voice trembling: "What are the conditions? What do you want me to do this time?"

Carl seemed pleased with his understanding and stated his cold purpose directly:

"After becoming a phantom, you need to travel to the Chiwu Star System. Your mission is to do everything in your power, at any cost, to destroy the rising Earth civilization."

"What?! Go to Earth?! You want me to provoke that evil star?!"

Hua Ye felt as if he had been pierced by a cold, poisonous needle. He jumped up abruptly, shaking his head violently like a rattle in a storm. Fear overwhelmed him.

"No way! Absolutely not! I never want to see him again in my life! Go find someone else! Whoever wants to go can go!"

Earth, that's Qin Chuan's territory!

Going there to cause trouble is no different from simply handing yourself over to the enemy and begging for destruction.

Karl seemed to have anticipated his fierce rejection; his voice remained calm, but suddenly took on an undeniable, icy quality, as if emanating from the abyss itself.

"This is something you probably don't have a choice to make."

“During your transformation into a phantom body, I will ‘incidentally’ redefine some of your perceptions of Teacher Qin Chuan.”

He slowly raised his pale, almost transparent hand, palm facing the terrified Hua Ye:

"You will forget your fear of him, that cowardly and useless emotion. You will only retain your hatred for him, and that foolish and stubborn desire to conquer. You will become my perfect testing tool to help me verify whether Teacher Qin Chuan truly possesses the ability to completely eliminate the existence of illusions."

"You want to brainwash me?! Karl! I'll curse your ancestors for a hundred thousand generations! May you die a horrible death!"

Hua Ye stared in horror, trying to struggle and escape, but an invisible force far beyond his comprehension held him firmly in place, unable to move even a finger.

He could only curse in despair.

But Karl simply waved his hand, as if brushing away a tiny speck of dust.