Why is his holy light red?

The heavy industrial park, thousands of miles away, has been turned into a meat grinder filled with putrid acid and blood.

Hundreds of lizard-man mutants surged like army ants, their exposed dark red muscles and sharp bone spurs scraping against the steel plate with a piercing shriek, and they would recover instantly no matter how severe their injuries.

A superhero is struggling to survive and is about to be overwhelmed by these mutated monsters.

A pure golden meteor pierced the dark night sky vertically, crashing violently into the battlefield. The terrifying shockwave from its fall instantly sent the dozen or so monsters flying.

The man was suspended half a meter above the ground.

Amidst the filth and bloodshed of the ruins, his holy radiance shone like that of an angel.

"Holy Angel! God help us... If you had arrived half a minute later, we would have been left only to collect our corpses..."

Looking at that figure, the nearly exhausted hero finally relaxed in that immense sense of security, ignoring the tattered mech on his body, and collapsed to the ground.

The Holy Angel merely clenched his right fist slightly, and in an instant, countless brilliant pillars of light descended from the sky, like an eraser wiping across paper. The flesh and bones of all the mutants melted away the moment they touched the golden light, and even their terrifying self-healing abilities could not withstand it.

With a single strike, all the monsters in the entire park were wiped out.

Immediately afterwards, a soft ripple of golden light spread out.

The superhero in the mecha suit recovered quickly from his injuries, and even the severely damaged mecha suit was automatically repaired under the golden light.

All-powerful, invincible.

This is the name that stands at the top of the world—the Angel of Holy Light.

With the crisis averted, the Holy Angel said calmly, "This is the third time this month, and it's targeting 'Immortal Technology' again. Robert, can you trace the monster's origin?"

The superhero in his mecha shook his head and said, "We can't find the source. There's no trace within two kilometers. These monsters seem to have appeared out of thin air... My conclusion is that it's a large-scale spatial teleportation."

"Large-scale group teleportation..." The Holy Angel narrowed his eyes slightly. "This is the most troublesome type of ability."

Robert said, "I will use my private resources to continue the investigation."

"Too slow."

The angel of light interrupted him, sweeping his gaze over the hissing, toxic pipes. "If the factory leaks again, the death toll will reach millions. I will demand that Eternal Life Technology shut down this factory immediately."

Robert exclaimed in surprise, "Shut down? The loss to Immortals Technology would be astronomical; they would never agree to that."

The angel of holy light said calmly, "I will make them agree."

Then, he transformed into a vertical golden line that shot straight into the sky and disappeared completely.

Robert watched the golden thread gradually disappear and muttered to himself, "Why does the Holy Light Angel seem to be in such a hurry today?"

When the angel of light transformed back into reporter El and opened the door, the morning sunlight was slanting across the floor.

In that instant, the air was filled with the aroma of sizzling bacon and the warmth of freshly baked bread.

This smell greatly soothed Al's nose, which had been tormented by acid and stench for most of the night. It was the unique warmth of "home," filling his heart with comfort.

Breakfast was already laid out on the table.

That was his wife's favorite honey thick-cut sandwich, with the edges toasted to a golden brown and crispy; his daughter's special tomato meat sauce macaroni, thoughtfully served with her favorite little fork; and in front of Al's seat was a generous portion of bacon and two fried eggs, the yolks perfectly semi-solid.

All of this was prepared early in the morning by his eldest son, Mercury.

His wife was wiping their daughter's mouth when she saw him return. Instead of scolding him for not coming home all night, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though she knew her husband was nearly immortal, she couldn't help but worry every time he went to fight evil.

The unsuspecting daughter excitedly waved her fork and shouted "Daddy!"

Everything was warm and cozy as usual, except that there was no one making breakfast.

"Where is Mercury?"

Al took off his chilly coat, trying to make his voice sound more natural.

"Were you so busy last night that you forgot everything?" His wife gave him a reproachful look and pushed the warmed milk in front of him. "Don't you even know what time it is? He's already at school."

At this point, his wife stopped what she was doing. As his wife, she sensed something was wrong: "What's wrong? What happened?"

Al looked at the meticulously prepared breakfast, his throat feeling like it was choked by something. But in the end, he just shook his head, avoiding his wife's gaze.

"No... I just suddenly realized that the child has had a tough time all these years."

Al picked up the fork, but it felt heavy. "He's still a child, about to go to high school, yet he's taking on too many chores that he shouldn't have to do. Maybe... we should hire a nanny."

"I've thought about that too," the wife sighed softly, smiling wryly. "But you know, housekeeping fees in this area aren't cheap."

"I'll take care of the money."

Al grasped his wife's rough hand in return. The warmth of her palm intensified his guilt, and his tone became exceptionally firm. "Trust me, I will handle everything."

As he bent down to cut the fried egg, Al felt a wave of embarrassment.

If he had been a good father, he wouldn't have let Mercury go down the path of crime.

Al suddenly realized that neither his identity as a newspaper reporter nor his identity as a father mattered in the face of Mercury.

I feel I've contributed too little to this family; I haven't even done as well as my son.

She didn't even have the right to blame him. Because while her son was risking everything for the family, she was out there playing the hero who saved the world.

But no matter what, El would not allow Mercury to make money in this way.

If being an ordinary father isn't enough, then let the Holy Angel step in—he's been his son's idol since he was a child!

At that very moment, Mercury was sprawled on that old, beat-up bicycle, hurtling towards the school like a whirlwind.

With each pedal stroke, the rusty chain rattled and clicked, and the frame felt like a broken old bone, as if it would disintegrate at the terrifying acceleration.

But the old bones, rattling and rattling, held on once again. After a screech of brakes, Mercury slid into the school gate, car and all, just in time.

He tossed the car aside, humming an unknown tune as he swaggered into the classroom. The moment his bottom settled into the hard chair, his other cell phone, hidden in his pocket, vibrated.

Mercury took out his phone and saw a message: "Where's my bonus?"

Mercury replied helplessly: "I got double-crossed, so I guess I owe you."

Last night's earnings totaled 130,000, and according to usual practice, 30% should be given to this information broker as a bonus. However, his own father took all the money, and Mercury now owes him 39,000.

【How strange! You got double-crossed? We've been working together for so long, and you've never failed. Are you trying to steal my share after you've gone bankrupt?】

Mercury felt even more bitter; all his savings were gone, and there was no way he could ever reach the shore.

[If I really can't beat you, there's nothing I can do. Consider it a debt I owe you, I'll pay you back in a while. If I fail to get ashore, contact me again if there's business.]

With gritted teeth, Mercury replied, already considering whether to go all out on his next job. The gangs in the Root District didn't have much money, so he might as well rob those heartless capitalists and make a quick buck to clean up his act and get back on his feet.

The screen went dark for only two seconds before the vibration traveled up to my fingertip. The other person replied with another message: "You have something else, right? A small box. Give it to me, and I'll split the profits."

Mercury was somewhat shocked. He knew that the small box must have a secret, since it was locked in a safe, but he didn't expect it to be worth 40,000. No, it must be worth more than 40,000.

Given this partner's habits, the value of this item should far exceed this share.

Mercury didn't haggle, readily agreeing: "Okay, but you have to tell me what this thing is."

No problem, see you at the usual place.

【What old place? I've never met you before.】

Sorry, we had too many clients and made a mistake.

Mercury was so angry he laughed. Just how many people had this unscrupulous merchant taken advantage of? He probably instigated more than half of the double-crosses in the Tree Root District.

However, Mercury had nothing to complain about; those who worked in this line of work had to accept its darkness.

The mysterious information broker quickly sent a message: "Do you know the 'Next Life' bar in the Tree Roots district? 5 PM."

Okay, see you there!