Super God: There's a mischievous Xi in my head

On the throne, Keisha leaned against the armrest with one hand, her eyes slightly closed, seemingly calm, but her brows were furrowed almost imperceptibly.

She was rapidly processing the massive amount of data flooding her mind, weighing the costs and potential chain reactions of each coping strategy.

A faint trace of worry crossed my mind.

I just hope that He Xi's research can proceed more quickly...

In that fleeting moment of thought—

Keisha suddenly opened her eyes!

Her previously reclining posture instantly straightened, and as if sensing something, her gaze sharpened, shooting directly at the two majestic gates of the main hall.

That invisible, oppressive feeling belonging to the king of gods spread out without warning.

The angels standing below and reporting were all startled, stunned by the Queen's sudden and violent reaction; even the air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Feng hope, who was giving the report, trembled, wondering if her information was wrong or if she had chosen the wrong wording. Her voice even carried a hint of barely perceptible apprehension.

"Queen...? Is there something wrong with what I reported?"

Keisha, however, did not look at her.

Her gaze remained firmly fixed on the direction of the palace gate, as if it could penetrate the thick alloy and capture the person outside.

The imposing, heavy alloy doors of the main hall were slowly pushed open by a calm yet irresistible force.

A figure, bathed in the cool sunlight outside the hall, stepped into the hall.

However, the instant all the angels in the temple clearly saw the newcomer's face—

The air froze.

Feng hope, who was kneeling on one knee in the center of the hall to report, changed his expression from focused to astonished, and then from astonished to extremely shocked and bewildered.

She abruptly turned her head to look at the supreme Queen Keisha on the throne, then stiffly turned back, staring intently at the person at the door...

His mouth opened and closed slightly involuntarily, his voice trembling and breaking from the extreme impact.

"A...Queen?...Two...two Queen Keisha?!"

"hiss--!"

A series of uniform gasps of cold air echoed faintly in the otherwise silent hall.

The guardian angels standing on both sides, and even hovering in the air, almost simultaneously showed a dazed expression, wondering if their divine bodies were experiencing a serious perceptual error.

On the throne.

The moment the door was pushed open, Keisha's golden pupils contracted almost imperceptibly for a second.

Immediately, all the outward emotional fluctuations were perfectly contained, restoring that profound and calm demeanor that overlooked all living beings.

Only the fingertips resting on the armrest tightened slightly.

The high-ranking guardian angel, Tear, also felt this shock that was enough to overturn her understanding.

She forced herself to think quickly:

Queen Keisha has not left the Heavenly Court of Merlo recently.

Therefore, the one on the throne is undoubtedly the true King of the Gods.

As for the person at the door...

Tears sharpened in her eyes.

"A fake." She quickly made that judgment in her mind.

Whether it's some sophisticated camouflage technology or a daring act of offense, this "Queen Keisha" is undoubtedly a fake.

As for the possibility that both Queen Keisha might be real...

Angel Tears shook his head inwardly.

How is that possible? Such a possibility, which violates all logic and sacred order, should not exist at all.

The crowd inside the hall tensed up silently.

Keisha, standing at the entrance, seemed completely unconcerned about the tense atmosphere inside the hall.

She merely raised her eyelids slightly, her gaze calm and precise, sweeping across the entire hall until it met the eyes of the one on the throne…

"Your Majesty! This...this..."

Feng hope knelt on the spot, her gaze fixed on the "Queen Keisha" beside her, whose face, figure, and even temperament were exactly the same.

He hesitated repeatedly between himself and the eternal supreme one on the throne, his voice stuck in his throat, almost losing the ability to organize his thoughts.

The atmosphere in the entire hall was extremely tense, with a silent, turbulent undercurrent filling the air.

At this moment, the real Keisha on the throne slowly raised her hand and made a simple yet majestic gesture.

"Everyone, step back."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable, pervasive power that permeated the established order.

The angels in the temple, upon hearing this, were still filled with astonishment and confusion.

I am filled with an unprecedented desire to explore this mysterious "Queen Keisha," but the will of the Holy Keisha is above all else.

No one hesitated, and no one questioned it.

The high-ranking guardian angels, with disciplined bearing, folded their wings, placed their hands on their swords, and bowed their heads, swiftly and silently forming ranks to retreat out of the hall.

At his companion's prompting, Feng hope, filled with fear and confusion, took one last look at the two almost identical figures, then bowed his head and left the main hall.

The heavy palace doors slowly closed behind her, shutting out all light and sound.

The spacious and magnificent hall was filled with absolute silence for a moment.

as well as……

Two "Keisha"s.

The hall fell into a brief silence that only the two supreme beings could understand.

Immediately, Keisha, seated on the throne, broke the silence. Her voice was calm, revealing little emotion, yet it carried a direct and penetrating meaning:

"Shall we chat?"

Upon hearing this, Little Milka, who was standing in the hall, smiled knowingly and gently and nodded slightly.

She waved her hand casually, the movement as fluid and natural as breathing.

A large, comfortable, and finely upholstered red sofa appeared out of nowhere on the cold temple floor.

The style of that sofa exuded a suffocating sense of familiarity.

Little Naisa sat down leisurely, even casually crossing her signature "king's legs" and resting one hand lazily on the armrest.

Keisha, sitting on her throne, raised her golden eyebrows almost imperceptibly for a moment.

Her gaze lingered on the sofa for half a second, and then, almost instinctively, she sent a wisp of her senses into her dark dimension storage space.

really.

That sofa she always used, almost a personal trademark...

Missed.

At this moment, all the probing and suspicions have been answered definitively.

A complex and enigmatic light flashed in Keisha's eyes.

From the moment she sensed the other person appearing outside the door until they pushed the door open and entered, she already had that almost absurd yet undeniable intuition.

The silence and observation just now were less a form of defensiveness and more a reaffirmation of the "self".

Now, the dust has settled.

The person sitting opposite her was neither a clever imposter nor some kind of illusion or technological creation.

That's... another "Keisha".

A version of myself that may come from different times and different possibilities...

Once this was understood, the awe-inspiring aloofness and majesty that belonged to the "King of Gods" on Keisha melted away somewhat, like thin ice under the sun.