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

"Until one day..."

Little Naisa's voice softened, her gaze fixed on a point in her memory, where light seemed to shine through.

"In the sky—or rather, 'above' that space—a huge projection, like a mirage, appeared without warning."

Keisha listened intently to her description. It was a variable that would break the deadlock and was full of unknowns.

"The projection clearly showed the three of us a human child who was about six years old."

At this point, Little Milka's tone underwent a very subtle change.

It wasn't something she did intentionally; rather, it was a gentleness that flowed naturally from the bottom of her heart, a tenderness that even she herself might not fully realize.

A hint of almost instinctive, time-honored, and incredibly mellow doting affection quietly permeated her voice.

Keisha keenly noticed this change.

That was her own voice, yet it carried a tender undertone that was unfamiliar to her, almost maternal.

The object that could evoke this feeling in her...

Keisha's golden eyes flickered slightly, and an almost certain answer came to mind.

She didn't wait for little Naisa to continue, but instead, in a knowing tone, softly uttered the name:

Let me guess...

"That child..."

"Is that Xiaoyu?"

It wasn't a question, but an almost certain confirmation.

Little Milka nodded, admitting it quite naturally.

"And so we watched him grow up."

Little Naisa's voice carries a unique, distant quality reminiscent of memories, as if flipping through a photo album that records warm moments.

"Until he... accidentally discovered an anime called 'Super God Academy'..."

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"Finally," Little Naisa's gaze shifted from her memories back to Keisha beside her, a clear and powerful smile blooming on her face.

"We've 'returned'—or rather, we've 'come' into this world."

She leaned forward slightly, her golden eyes gleaming with an almost divine certainty and gentleness.

"And the reason we were able to appear beside Xiaoyu, the reason we were able to cross that insurmountable barrier and truly set foot in this world..."

Her voice was clear and powerful, each word revealing the most crucial and unbelievable answer:

"It does not rely on spacetime technology, nor on the void engine, nor on any known laws of the universe."

"The only 'key' is—"

She paused for a moment, imbuing that word with immense weight.

"Xiaoyu's... 'love' for us."

Keisha remained silent.

Time seemed to be stretched out and compressed inside the main hall.

Her fingers, which were resting on the sofa armrest, unconsciously and extremely slowly closed up until the knuckles turned a fine white.

Love?

When this word is spoken by another "self" in such a solemn, certain, and... subversive way, it is as impactful as witnessing a black hole evaporate.

She understands love. It is an emotion, a social bond, and a core spirit that drives angels to uphold justice and protect the vulnerable.

But love...

As a technology capable of traversing dimensional barriers, disregarding the continuity of spacetime, and "salvaging" and "anchoring" the past to the real universe...

Her first reaction was absurdity, disbelief.

However, sitting next to her was another Keisha.

A self with clear eyes, logical thinking, an aura similar to hers, and even the ability to "share" the sofa from the dark dimension...

I won't deceive myself.

One will not fall into the illusion of being unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

So, no matter how incredible this answer sounds...

It is real.

Keisha slowly raised her eyelids, and deep within her golden eyes, it seemed as if stars were burning, reorganizing, and giving birth to new trajectories.

There, the shock is being replaced by a deeper exploration and understanding.

She didn't question it, nor did she ask, "How is this possible?"

She simply looked at little Naisa, conveying that one and only question through her eyes:

Tell me, what kind of "love" is that...?

Little Naisa met her gaze and understood the unspoken words in that silence.

You will feel it.

Little Naisa answered softly, her tone firm yet carrying an air of unquestionable authority, gently silencing Keisha's deeper questions that were yet to come.

Keisha's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.

No, this is not the answer she wanted;

But Little Naisa didn't give her a chance to speak again.

"Now, let's get down to business."

"This is the real reason I came here to find you."

Upon seeing this, Keisha's golden eyes narrowed slightly.

She forcefully suppressed the surging desire in her heart to explore the "power of love," returning to the absolute rationality and focus of the King of Gods.

She nodded slightly, signaling the other person to continue.

"This universe," Little Naisa's voice was clear and solemn.

"There are some key deviations from what we... or rather, from the 'predetermined future' that I have witnessed."

"A deviation?" Keisha frowned. For a divine Keisha, renowned for her insight into and control of the future...

The word "deviation" itself implies variables beyond calculation, or even a dangerous sign.

"That's right, a deviation," Little Milka affirmed, her gaze sharp.

"For some reason, some 'villains' who should have existed in 'another world,' an independent dimension with different laws and storylines than our own, have broken through the boundaries and appeared here."

She paused slightly, letting the seriousness of the information settle down.

"Compared to the 'ultimate fear' and 'void' that our world recognizes and is wary of..."

Little Milka's tone turned cold, each word seemingly imbued with chilling intent.

"The forms of threat and the logic of destruction they bring will only become more... incomprehensible."

"So," Little Milka looked directly into Keisha's eyes, her voice resolute and without hesitation, without any further beating around the bush.

"I need you—no, we need the Angelic Civilization, we need the full power of the Merlo Heavenly Court, to help Xiaoyu."

It's not a request, it's not a discussion.

"He is the only 'constant' in the 'deviation,' the only 'protagonist' who can save the world and bring us hope."

Keisha fell silent.

Now she finally understood how much Xiaoyu meant to her.

It really is...

"I understand. I will summon all the angels and then bring everyone from Tiancheng to help Xiaoyu."

After listening to Little Milka's story, Keisha didn't hesitate for a moment.

Little Milka shook her head.

He said to Keisha, who was looking at him with some confusion:

"not enough"

"Plus... the offline angels."

The air seemed to have been completely sucked out at that moment.

Keisha's golden pupils suddenly contracted!

(Because it's the author's great-grandfather's 100th birthday, the author updated that book first, so these few chapters of this book might be a bit filler. I'm very sorry, but it will end after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow it will return to the usual writing pace, so don't worry.)