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

She rose from the throne, which symbolized the pinnacle of power.

Step out.

The space rippled with extremely subtle movements, her figure blurred and disappeared in place, and the next second, she appeared perfectly naturally next to the sofa that belonged to her.

Then, just as naturally and without any hesitation, I sat down.

The two Keishas sat side by side on the same sofa.

If the angels who had just left had seen this scene, even the core of their divine bodies would probably crash due to the shock of overload.

"Now," Keisha, sitting on the left, turned her head, her golden eyes looking at the "herself" beside her, who was sitting with her legs crossed, her posture even more relaxed than her own. Her tone finally carried a hint of genuine curiosity and inquiry.

"You can say it now."

"What exactly did you... or rather 'we' go through?"

"And why did you come here?"

Little Naisa's smile remained gentle, even carrying a hint of playfulness.

"Oh?" She tilted her head slightly.

"Won't you... double-check? Like, ask about some little secrets that only 'we' know?"

Keisha's expression was calm, her golden eyes reflecting another version of herself, and her tone was resolute:

"I don't think I need to interrogate myself to understand myself."

Little Naisa nodded, her smile showing more understanding and approval, as if she was not surprised by the answer at all.

But instead of immediately recounting her experience, she changed the subject and posed a seemingly unrelated question:

"So, what do you think of 'Xiaoyu'?"

Keisha was clearly taken aback.

The conversation did not go as she had envisioned.

According to common sense, or rather, according to one's own logic of action.

Since the other party has taken the initiative to contact us, they must be carrying important information or urgent problems that require collaboration and the sharing of wisdom to deal with a crisis.

She was even prepared to listen to another "self" about potentially extremely serious situations.

But the other person didn't; instead, they asked themselves a question.

Keisha frowned slightly, but this doubt did not last long.

She quickly suppressed the strange feeling and gave her answer:

"He is the future of angels."

However, after hearing this answer—

Little Naisa's smile suddenly deepened.

Little Milka didn't offer any explanation for why she suddenly asked about Cang Yu, as if it were just a perfectly natural prelude.

She returned to Keisha's initial question and began her story.

"Xiaoyu," her voice was steady and clear, "does not belong to our universe."

Keisha's golden eyes flickered slightly.

She had this suspicion long ago, but when it was said so confidently by another "self," a ripple of confirmation, mixed with surprise and deep thought, still stirred in her heart.

“In the timeline I experienced,” Little Milksha continued, her gaze drifting into the void;

"The starting point of this matter is not much different from yours. Because the Taotie are about to launch a large-scale invasion of Earth, the Super God Academy, which has already been established on Earth, has activated their 'ultimate god-making project'—the Galactic Power."

At this point, Little Milksha paused, turned her head, and gave Keisha beside her a meaningful look.

"And at that time, 'I'—or rather, 'you'—had already discerned the limitations and potential risks of a just order in certain extreme situations."

They also soberly recognized that their own existence might have become an invisible obstacle to the angel civilization's further breakthrough of a certain bottleneck.

Therefore, this galactic power, which is given the name "the force that pierces through fear," naturally receives far more attention than usual.

Keisha remained silent, offering no denial.

This is indeed the judgment and choice she would make, calmly and almost coldly analyzing her relationship with civilization, and seeking possible opportunities for change.

"After that, 'I' sent Yan to Earth to stay by his side, both as an observation and as a... faint hope."

There was a very subtle, almost sighing tone in Little Milka's voice.

"However," she changed the subject, a wry smile playing on her lips.

"The performance of that Galactic Force was truly... indescribable."

Keisha's brows furrowed imperceptibly.

Although she had lost her original expectations of Galaxy Force Ge Xiaolun because of Cang Yu's appearance and intervention, she still felt a strange sensation when she heard another "self" evaluate him in this tone.

This kind of "failure" is probably more than just a matter of general disappointment.

The fact that another "Keisha" could evoke such emotions during a retrospective reveals the power of the Galactic Force...

"Poor?" Keisha asked tentatively, her voice carrying a seriousness she herself was unaware of.

Little Naisa looked at her, slowly shook her head, and the complex meaning in her smile became even deeper.

No, it's not just "bad".

She paused, as if searching for a word that was both precise and impactful enough.

"It's a kind of... enough to make one wonder if the very title 'Slicing Through Fear' is a huge irony..."

"...comprehensive and fundamental mediocrity and cowardice."

Upon hearing this, Keisha fell into a brief silence.

An indescribable sense of relief quietly swept through her heart.

Thankfully... thankfully, Cang Yu appeared in her universe.

otherwise……

She could almost perfectly deduce the path that never happened.

In a future where no other possibilities are in sight, the Galactic Force, which the sacred treasury deduced as having the potential to become an angel, will become her only choice when she has no other options.

Then, just as Xiao Nai Sha described, even through Yan's observations, it became increasingly clear that the choice might be a "cesspool".

But for the sake of the continuation of civilization and that faint hope, she had no choice but to close her eyes and jump.

Just imagine the nauseating sense of suffocation and humiliation of knowing it's an abyss but having no choice but to step into it.

Keisha felt as if some indescribable filth was stuck in her throat, making her feel mentally uncomfortable.

Little Naisa seemed oblivious to the fleeting, extremely subtle emotional fluctuation that Keisha showed beside her, and her narration continued steadily.

"Later, news of 'her' appeared on Earth."

A faint, almost settled calm settled over her voice.

"At that time, 'I' had already made my final decision."

I plan to bring 'her' along, to make way for the truly deserving new generation...

The "she" in this context naturally refers to Morgana, Liang Bing, and her sister who, though separated from her, is still connected by blood.

Keisha's hand, resting on the sofa armrest, trembled almost imperceptibly.

The range of motion was so small as to be almost negligible.

But both of them present were Keisha.

How could it be that they couldn't notice?

For the first time, there was a brief pause in Little Naisa's narration.

She didn't turn her head, her gaze still fixed ahead, but the air in the entire hall seemed to freeze for half a second because of this tiny tremor.