Super God: Angel King, takes down Angel Yan at the start.

Chapter 73: A mascot even more miserable than Lena?

"It wouldn't be like you if you didn't come."

Rhine leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands on the table, and gazed calmly at the other person.

"After all, some things can't be kept secret from those who truly care about their fellow human beings. Especially when those things might break a tacit understanding that some people have maintained for tens of thousands of years."

Upon hearing this, the figure paused for a moment, and the surrounding light and shadow seemed to ripple slightly as well.

He took half a step forward, still standing at the boundary between shadow and light.

Their exact appearance was obscured, but the emotions in their eyes were palpable.

It was an expression that mixed reminiscence, sarcasm, and a hint of loneliness.

"Yes, I haven't changed."

He repeated it in a low voice, as if sighing, or perhaps mocking himself.

"But some people have changed."

Hearing this, Rhein was not surprised at all.

He stood up, walked to the small energy wine cabinet next to him, took out two crystal glasses, and poured in some kind of liquid that shimmered like starlight.

"What's meant to come will come, and what's meant to leave can't be kept."

He pushed one of the glasses toward the shadows, picked up the other one, and gently swirled it.

"The universe is in motion, life is evolving, and ideas are changing. Trying to bind the future with the chains of the past will only lead to being abandoned by the times or being strangled by the chains themselves."

He took a sip of the liquid in his glass, his gaze drifting into the distance.

"Aren't they simply bound by the chains of the past for too long, unable to see the future?"

Upon hearing this, the figure fell silent.

After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly, "Are you serious about this choice?"

What do you think?

Rhine did not answer directly, but instead threw the question back at him, his gaze deep.

"I don't believe you haven't been paying attention to that child. With your abilities, even if you were as far away as Saint Radiance Star, you would surely have found a way to see what's happening on Earth."

Upon hearing this, the figure in the shadows let out a barely audible chuckle, tinged with understanding and a hint of appreciation.

"yes."

He spoke slowly, the hoarseness in his voice seemingly fading somewhat.

"It seems that the child is indeed our best choice. I must say, Rhein, your eye for talent this time is truly astute."

He paused, and the surrounding shadows seemed to grow even darker.

"But vision and choices alone are far from enough. How will you handle tomorrow's parliament? Will those who are still basking in the glory of the past and unwilling to wake up easily accept a new king who is an outsider and may even challenge their authority?"

Upon hearing this, Rhine's smile remained unchanged.

But deep within that smile lay a hint of helplessness.

"What else can we do?"

He shrugged, his tone even sounding somewhat relaxed. "Argue with reason. Lay out all the difficulties we face. Tell them that times have changed, we can no longer be stuck in the past, and we need a leader who can lead our community to a new beginning, instead of continuing to wallow in the quagmire of the past."

His words were reasonable and even carried the logic and composure characteristic of a scholar.

However, the figure in the shadows was not moved by these words and did not even respond.

He simply stood there quietly, his eyes, which had held the weight of millennia, staring intently through the blurred light and shadow.

Wearing the Rhine.

That gaze seemed to pierce through all pretense, looking straight into the depths of one's soul.

A brief silence fell over the study, broken only by the faint hum of the power lamp.

Before long, the smile on Rhine's face began to fade.

"Alright, alright."

He waved his hand, a hint of annoyance in his voice, "Stop staring at me. What else can I do? Do you expect me to...?"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already clear.

"Kill them?"

The figure in the shadows took over the conversation, his voice eerily calm, as if he were talking about something completely ordinary.

Why not?

Upon hearing this, Rhine's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

He looked at the other person abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Old buddy, don't do anything foolish!"

His voice unconsciously rose slightly: "Those people, which one of them doesn't wield great power and have a group of loyal followers? If things are exposed and they collectively rebel, our Holy Radiance Star will immediately descend into civil war!"

"When the world is plunged into chaos, what will become of the millions of angelic compatriots living here?"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and walked up to the other person.

"Besides, they are old friends who have weathered tens of thousands of years of storms together, just like you and me. If I were to really harm them, I... I might not be able to do it!"

Rhine's eyes revealed genuine struggle and pain.

This is not just a political consideration, but also a huge emotional hurdle.

After listening to his heartfelt story, the figure in the shadows remained unmoved.

Instead, he took another half step forward, almost completely breaking free from the shadows, allowing Rhine to see more clearly the cold, iron-like resolve in his eyes.

"It is precisely because they wield too much power, have too deep roots, and are too closely bound to the old era that I chose to eliminate them."

His voice was firm and unwavering, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Rhine, have you ever considered what awaits that child once he arrives on Holy Star and truly assumes that position?"

What?

He stared intently into the other person's eyes and asked, word by word.

Every word struck Rhine's heart like a heavy hammer.

Rhine opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself speechless.

He hadn't completely ignored this question.

But they always subconsciously avoid it, or hope to change it slowly through gentle means.

"What awaits him will not be loyal worship and smooth-sailing decrees."

The voice was cold and realistic, "It's a web of constraints woven by those people using power! His orders probably won't even leave the palace gates!"

"By then, what will we have left to talk about change?"

He paused, a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Think about that little girl on Lieyang Star."

"A dignified, civilized deity is constantly hampered by a group of old ministers, with even freedom a luxury! Is that a deity? They're nothing more than a puppet on display, meant to look good!"

"Rhine".

His voice lowered again, but with even greater penetrating power, "You've poured your heart and soul into creating the Dawn Saint Lord's gene for 30,000 years, and then found Su Yi for us, just to bring him back and turn him into a mascot in an even more awkward situation than Lena?"

"Besides, you don't want that child to end up like her, full of power and ambition, yet constantly controlled by others, and perhaps one day in the future, sidelined or even abandoned by them, right?"

These words, like a cold blade, dissected the bloody reality that Rhine had always been unwilling to face.