The player is playing like a god, and has already advanced to Space Marine level at the start.

The blazing sun, the celestial court in the clouds.

Inside the palace, the sparks of starlight burned in the bronze furnace, radiating intense heat.

Pan Zhen, dressed in casual robes, sat on the dragon throne on the high platform, flipping through bamboo slips. Below the platform, Xuan Tianji, clad in silver armor, stood ramrod straight, his hand resting on his halberd.

"Report!"

A long howl came from outside the hall.

A Lieyang Yuanli guard rushed into the main hall, his boots sparking as he ran so fast.

He rushed to the steps, knelt on one knee, his chest heaving: "General! Urgent report from Earth!"

Pan Zhen did not look up; his gaze remained fixed on the bamboo slips.

"What's the panic?" Pan Zhen turned a page of the bamboo slip. "The sky isn't falling. Speak slowly."

Yuan Liwei swallowed hard, looked up, his face covered in sweat, but his eyes gleamed: "General, I have two pieces of news, one good and one bad."

Pan Zhen closed the bamboo slip and placed it on his lap: "Let's make it clear first."

"That monkey," Yuan Liwei's voice rose, "Sun Wukong, is dead!"

The hall fell silent instantly, with only the crackling of the flames in the bronze furnace remaining.

Xuan Tianji suddenly turned around, the armor plates clashing together with a crisp sound.

"What did you say?" Xuan Tianji stared at Yuan Liwei. "Say it again."

"Sun Wukong is dead!" Yuan Liwei shouted, repeating, "Just now, on the Gobi Desert outside Giant Hero City on Earth. He was pierced through the heart by a sword, his gene engine was destroyed, his vital signs dropped to zero, and even a portion of his dark dimension data was destroyed!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Xuan Tianji threw his head back and laughed loudly, the sound echoing and causing the flames to tremble.

"Good riddance! Good riddance!"

He drew his longsword from his waist and slammed it heavily on the ground.

"Thump!"

The floor tiles cracked.

"That impudent monkey, he's finally got what he deserves!" Xuan Tianji's face flushed red, veins bulging. "Fourteen hundred years! This pent-up anger has finally been vented!"

Pan Zhen stared expressionlessly at Xuan Tian-Ji, who was laughing wildly. He picked up the teacup on the table and skimmed off the foam.

"And the bad news?" Pan Zhen asked.

The excitement on Yuan Liwei's face vanished. He shrank back and lowered his voice: "The bad news is... the thing that killed the monkey is more terrifying than the monkey itself."

Xuan Tianji's laughter stopped abruptly: "What do you mean?"

"That god-killer, codenamed 'Lu Xiao,' was shaped like a blue tin can." Yuan Liwei took out a recording crystal from his pocket and presented it to them. "This is footage that our spies risked their lives to send back. That Lu Xiao, without using dark energy or activating stars, killed Sun Wukong instantly with only physical attacks and a strange white energy."

Pan Zhen flicked his finger, and the recording crystal flew into his hand.

A curtain of light unfolded in the air.

In the scene, the blue giant wields a long sword, its blade gleaming white, and pierces Sun Wukong's chest with a single strike. Sun Wukong hangs on the sword like a dead dog, utterly powerless to retaliate.

Pan Zhen stared at the screen, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

"Instant kill." He put down his teacup. "A third-generation peak beast body, indestructible, was instantly killed in one move."

Yuan Liwei lowered his head and said, "Judging from his appearance... that Lu Xiao has at least the strength of a third-generation divine body, and possibly even higher. Our Heavenly Dao Tower cannot analyze his energy composition."

The hall fell silent once again.

Pan Zhen stroked the bamboo slip in his hand and asked, "Is the news true?"

"Absolutely true." Yuan Liwei kowtowed. "All our spies on Earth have confirmed it. Sun Wukong's body is still on the Giant Warrior, and Dukao is going mad."

Pan Zhen nodded: "You may step down."

Yuan Liwei stood up, bowed, and retreated to a corner.

Xuan Tianji stepped forward.

"General!" he clasped his hands in a fist salute, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, "This is a golden opportunity!"

Pan Zhen looked at him: "What golden opportunity?"

"A golden opportunity to bring Earth into the Heavenly Dao!" Xuan Tianji waved his arms, his silver armor clattering. "Fourteen hundred years ago, why did we withdraw our troops? Wasn't it because of that monkey? He single-handedly held off the fortress bombardment and shattered the vanguard. He was Earth's only shield!"

Xuan Tianji walked to the center of the hall and pointed to Sun Wukong's corpse on the light screen: "Now, the barrier is gone! That mischievous monkey is dead!"

"Earth is just a piece of fat meat without a shell. Those kids under Dukao's command, these so-called Galactic Forces and Nostalgic War Gods, haven't even grown up yet. As long as our army presses in, Earth will be ours for the taking!"

Xuan Tianji grew increasingly excited as he spoke: "General, give the order! This humble general is willing to be the vanguard, leading the four guardians to raze Giant Hero City and present the Crimson Crow Star System to His Majesty the Supreme God!"

Pan Zhen looked at the excited Xuan Tianji as if he were looking at a fool.

He sighed and picked up the bamboo slip again: "Xuan Tian Ji".

"Your subordinate is here!"

"Are you confused?"

Xuan Tianji was stunned, his imposing aura instantly dissipating by half: "General... I... how could I have been so confused?"

Pan Zhen threw the bamboo slips onto the table.

"Smack."

The sound wasn't loud, but it made Xuan Tianji tremble.

"You only saw that the monkey died," Pan Zhen said, pointing to the blue figure on the screen. "Didn't you see who killed him?"

"Just... just a blue can of food." Xuan Tianji retorted, "Although they have some skill, as long as our Heavenly Dao Tower operates at full power, it's not impossible..."

"Not necessarily impossible?" Pan Zhen interrupted him. "Are you out of your mind?"

Pan Zhen stood up and walked down from the platform.

"Is Sun Wukong weak?" he asked.

Xuan Tianji gritted his teeth: "Not weak. Back then... even I was no match for him."

"You know he's not weak." Pan Zhen walked up to Xuan Tianji, staring into his eyes. "Then tell me, how weak can someone who can slaughter Sun Wukong like a chicken be?"

Xuan Tianji was speechless.

"A third-generation divine body?" Pan Zhen sneered. "I am only a third-generation divine body myself."

Xuan Tianji's eyes widened: "General, you are the guardian of the blazing sun, you possess the Star Drive technology, you can destroy a galaxy..."

"So what?" Pan Zhen paced back and forth, hands behind his back. "That Lu Xiao killed Sun Wukong with just one sword strike, in less than two seconds. How long do you think I could last against him?"

Xuan Tianji remained silent.

"A thousand years ago, we were defeated because of the monkey." Pan Zhen looked at the fiery clouds outside the palace. "Now the monkey is dead, but a monster stronger and more unreasonable than the monkey has come."

"Are you sending your troops there to their deaths?"

Cold sweat beaded on Xuan Tianji's forehead.

"So...so we're just going to watch like this?" He was unwilling to give up. "Earth's resources, and those super genes..."

"Watch closely." Pan Zhen walked back to the platform. "No one is allowed to make any rash moves until we figure out the details of that blue can."

He sat back on the dragon throne and rubbed his temples: "Go, connect the secret communication for me."

"Who should I connect to?" Xuan Tianji asked.

"Lena".

……

Earth, Super God Academy.

At lunchtime, the cafeteria was bustling with noise.

Lena sat by the window, with two servings of braised pork and a glass of cola in front of her. She was wearing a black trench coat over a plaid skirt.

"This Earth's braised pork is really good, much better than the nutritional paste from the blazing sun."

Lena picked up a piece of meat and was about to put it in her mouth.

"Buzz".

A vibration came from my brain; it was the encrypted dark communication channel used exclusively by the Lieyang Royal Family.

Lena's chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

"Old Pan?"

She put down her chopsticks and answered the call.

"Lena." Pan Zhen's voice echoed in his mind, sounding somewhat serious.

"What?" Lena wiped her mouth. "You're calling me now because you want to rush me back, aren't you? Let me tell you, this goddess is doing quite well on Earth and has no plans to go back to be a mascot for the time being."

"No," Pan Zhen said.

"What's that? Another political lesson?" Lena rolled her eyes. "Peace and prosperity for the country, I know that, I know it by heart."

"The monkey is dead."

Lena's hand trembled, and the tissue fell onto the table.

"Huh?" She thought she'd misheard. "You said someone died?"

"Sun Wukong," Pan Zhen's voice was steady, "was just killed."

Lena suddenly stood up.

"Splash!"

The chair behind him was knocked over, and everyone in the cafeteria looked over.

Ge Xiaolun, who was passing by, was startled: "Sister Na, what's wrong? Don't you like the braised pork?"

Lena ignored him, her face pale, her fingers pressing against her temples.

"Old Pan, that's not funny at all," she said in a low voice. "That's Sun Wukong, the Victorious Fighting Buddha. Who on Earth can kill him? Even if you came in person, it would take you three days and three nights to kill him, right?"

"It wasn't me," Pan Zhen said. "It was someone named Lu Xiao, wearing blue armor."

Lena was stunned.

That blue can?

She recalled the information in the Giant Warrior's database about that mysterious warrior who always went his own way and didn't even take Dukao seriously.

"He...killed the monkeys?" Lena felt a little confused. "Why? Aren't they all Earthlings?"

"The specific reason is unclear. But the result is clear: Sun Wukong is now a corpse." Pan Zhen paused for a moment. "Lena, you need to be careful while you're on Earth."

"Be careful of what?" Lena sat back in her chair, looking at the braised pork in front of her, and suddenly lost her appetite.

"Be careful of that Lu Xiao," Pan Zhen said. "If he can kill Sun Wukong, he can kill you. Although your solar energy gene is powerful, your current physical toughness may not be able to withstand a single sword strike from him."

Lena curled her lip: "I'm a supreme god, how dare he kill me?"

"He dared to kill even Earth's guardian deity, what's one more alien god?" Pan Zhen said sternly. "Remember, don't provoke him. If you encounter him, try to avoid him. Lieyang doesn't want to make such a powerful enemy right now."

Lena fell silent.

Sun Wukong is dead. That monkey who always carried a staff, with an arrogant look on his face, who didn't even respect her, the goddess, is really dead.

"I understand," Lena said softly. "I'll be careful."

"And one more thing," Pan Zhen added, "Keep an eye on those brats under your command. Especially that Galactic Force and the War God of Nostar, don't let them go to their deaths. Earth isn't the Earth it used to be."

The communication was disconnected.

Lena sat in the noisy cafeteria, surrounded by the laughter and chatter of the students.

Zhao Xin, carrying a plate, leaned over with a gossipy look on his face: "Sister Na, what happened just now? Why were you so angry? Did someone upset you? Tell me, and I'll go beat them up!"

Looking at Zhao Xin's smug face, Lena suddenly felt a little sad.

These idiots know nothing.

"It's nothing," Lena said, straightening her chair. "I just suddenly don't feel like eating."

She stood up, picked up her untouched plate, and headed towards the recycling area.

"Hey? Sister Na, give me the meat! Don't waste it!" Zhao Xin shouted from behind.