Super God Academy: The Stranger

As he spoke, a slightly unusual look appeared in his eyes as he glanced at the other side of the conference table.

"Yes. The Taotie civilization belongs to the Styx Galaxy. There is a supreme god there named Death God Karl, who likes to study death. Therefore, the intelligent beings in the galaxy like to kill each other and create death to please that god."

"god?"

A slightly hoarse old man's voice rang out, carrying a clear hint of doubt.

He was an obese old man, dressed simply, but with a stern yet imposing presence, exuding an air of authority that seemed to come naturally.

He sat below the middle-aged general, his teacup still warm, but he put it down and looked at Lena.

Clearly, he did not agree with some of the concepts in Ms. Lena's words.

Lena didn't mind. She smiled and replied directly, "Uncle Huang... Carrier-based space travel, relying on spaceships and fragile life forms, inevitably makes it impossible to truly travel alive from one galaxy to another. Therefore, genetic technology, the god-making project, began."

She could understand the other person's thoughts and was not annoyed by their doubts.

Lianfeng and Dukao simply watched, without showing any particular surprise.

After all, disagreements are bound to arise in exchanges between different civilizations; this is unavoidable.

The old man, referred to as Uncle Huang, wasn't aggressive. Instead, he nodded and said, "I know all that, but we... ah... don't really like the concept of God."

"It's alright," Lena said, unperturbed. "Just think of it as a super-genetic life form."

She had prepared herself mentally before coming, and had done a lot of research because of her longing for this place. She didn't want to fall out with this place and go back to the dull and boring Liyang.

Moreover, she herself is neither a petty nor an arrogant goddess.

Uncle Huang raised his hand: "Please continue."

Lena smiled slightly: "Actually, they also call me a god, the sun goddess, don't take it to heart~"

In short, when the Taotie arrives, it will definitely be all about killing.

My suggestion is to initiate the Black Great Wall Project, which General Pan Zhen once mentioned to you.

That concludes Lena's statement.

Or rather... the lines have been finished.

In fact, sometimes meetings, besides facilitating the exchange of information, often have outcomes that are quietly decided before the meeting even begins, without being tacitly agreed upon.

However, if a project involves cooperation from multiple parties, representatives from each party will need to be present to go through the process and finalize the details.

"Sir, what's your opinion?"

After listening to Lena's words, Dukao first looked at Elder Huang and asked respectfully.

"Hmm... I agree with Xiaona's opinion." Huang Ze nodded steadily. "I will apply to headquarters. Well then... Lao Du, this plan will probably have to be handed over to you for execution. You've been involved in this plan for so many years."

Upon hearing this, General Dukao stood up and solemnly saluted Huang Ze, saying, "Please rest assured, sir."

Then he looked at a young man in a black suit who had been silent at the conference table and ordered, "Ah Jie, after the meeting, go and organize things."

Ah Jie nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Lena, I'm leaving the Black Armor Company to you."

Lena acquiesced; wasn't this the very reason she came to Earth? Naturally, she wouldn't object.

"Black Armor Company." Old Huang, sitting at the head of the table, repeated the words with a somewhat hesitant tone. "Hmm, I've already thought of a name. I think it should be called the Super Soldier Company!"

Faced with the impending invasion of the Taotie, the country's top leadership, though still somewhat hesitant, approved the Black Wall Project led by Dukao and others.

This force, composed of super-gene warriors, was officially named the Super Soldier Company.

At that moment, a triangle symbol appeared, and everyone stopped moving.

Qian Mu's voice came from not far away: "Hehe, Super Soldier Company."

It turned out that Qianmu had been live-streaming the meeting, and only after the meeting concluded with the establishment of the Super Soldier Squad, just as he remembered, did he wave to stop the broadcast.

At this moment, Qianmu held a drink in his hand and looked at the people frozen on the screen with disdain.

"If they knew that the Taotie was practically summoned by them, they'd probably want to tear Dukao and his gang apart."

He downed the grape juice in one gulp; he wouldn't pretend to add any other alcoholic beverages. If you don't like alcohol, you just don't like it.

Back when he was a college student, he could experience brotherhood when drinking with his roommates, and he could get drunk and let go of all his troubles and worries.

What's the point of drinking alcohol these days, besides enduring that unbearable taste? It's not as good as a beverage, at least you can taste the sweetness.

"Huh? Zhixin, why is she calling me?"

While lying on the sofa, Qianmu suddenly received a call request from Zhixin and opened the call with some confusion.

Not long after, Qianmu lowered his fingers from his temples, revealing a somewhat strange expression.

"During the call just now, Zhixin excitedly told me that she would apply for a vacation to come to Earth to see me. Could it be that she likes me?" Qianmu kept rubbing his chin, pondering. "But wasn't Zhixin matched with Zhao Xin in the original story? It seems that she also requires her male god to be brave, which I have never met. She must like me because she is caught in one of the three great illusions of life."

Qianmu categorized his previous guesses as one of the three great illusions of life, and he didn't think he had anything particularly attractive about him now.

Besides, the issue of time travel hasn't been resolved yet. What if we can go back or suddenly go back?

Life is but a fleeting dream, and the seasons change in countless ways. My own journey through time is as unbelievable as a dream, and who can say for sure what will happen next?

People say that the setting sun marks the end of the world, but gazing to the ends of the earth, one cannot see home. Her hometown is one of the few remaining threads that bind Chimu to the world; otherwise, Chimu truly feels she might become radicalized by losing her purpose.

With his current abilities, dominating the entire known universe wouldn't be a problem at all.

Qianmu quickly shook his head, suppressing the burgeoning idea in his mind. He hadn't even done anything yet, and he was already thinking about dominating the universe.

Be cautious! Be cautious! Staying alive is the most important thing!

Qianmu kept reminding himself that he couldn't learn to be arrogant like a pufferfish; if he suffered a setback, he would die!

"Speaking of which, Morgana seems to be landing in Huangcun these next few days. Should I go and stake it out?"

So far, the only Angel King left is Morgana, also known as Liang Bing; Qian Mu has not yet met her.

However, after thinking it over, Qianmu decided not to take the risk.

"Ah, I've got it! This method is both safe and allows us to gather combat information on the top-tier gods in the universe."

Suddenly, Qianmu slapped his forehead and came up with a perfect idea.

Without hesitation, Qianmu vanished from the room and arrived at his secret base, a dimensional space recorded in the Kabbalah tradition, where he began to get busy.