Super God Academy: Kabuto

Fraser, on the border of the Kingdom of Annie Cid, at the angel's temporary residence. The aftershocks of the communication had not yet fully subsided in the angel's burning thoughts. From the front lines in Fraser—her queen, Angel Yan—a distress signal was clear and urgent. The situation in Fraser was far more complex and dangerous than anticipated. Without hesitation, she immediately began preparations to depart.

Mangdang Mountain, the base of the Xiongbing Company. "What? Go to Ferrez? To help Sister Yan?" As soon as Zhao Xin heard Zhi Xin explain the situation, he couldn't sit still anymore. "We have to go! Xiao Lun, we have to ask for leave. I have to go with Zhi Xin!" He grabbed Ge Xiao Lun next to him without saying a word.

Ge Xiaolun, who was analyzing the frontline battle reports, paused almost imperceptibly upon hearing the words "Frezier" and "Angel Yan." His heart felt as if it had been clenched and then suddenly released by an invisible hand. Deep-seated longing, worry, and countless unspoken words surged up instantly. He looked up, his eyes filled with unspoken determination: "I'll go report to Commander Lianfeng. We...we'll go together."

The voyage across the stars seemed exceptionally long in the silence and anticipation. When the spaceship passed through Fraser's atmosphere and landed on the edge of a wilderness covered in war and snow, Ge Xiaolun felt his heartbeat almost drown out the roar of the engines.

The angels' makeshift camp was orderly, with silver-armored angel warriors moving about, the air thick with an atmosphere of tension and busy activity. Ge Xiaolun's gaze, however, seemed drawn by a magnet, directly to the largest tent in the center of the camp. His pace quickened unconsciously, even overtaking the guiding angels, faster and faster, until—

The tent curtain was lifted from the inside by a hand.

A tall, slender figure with pure white wings folded behind her stepped out, bowing her head and conversing with the angel behind her. Her long golden hair fluttered slightly in the cool wind of Frieza, and the profile of her face, reflected in the campfire and snow, was breathtakingly beautiful, yet carried an inviolable majesty of someone who had long held a high position.

It is Yan.

Ge Xiaolun abruptly stopped, as if frozen in place, all his eagerness, anxiety, and unspoken words stuck in his throat. He just stared blankly at her, watching her raise her head, her gaze sweep across the camp, and then... land on him.

Yan was clearly taken aback for a moment, a fleeting, elusive glint of surprise flashing in her brown eyes—surprise, and perhaps something else entirely. Then, the corners of her rosy lips curved upwards slightly, forming an arc that was intimately familiar to Ge Xiaolun, yet seemed imbued with a deeper, more weathered quality. She began to walk towards him, her boots making a clear, unhurried sound as they trod on the frozen earth.

"Who do we have here?" her voice rang out, clear and melodious with a perfectly timed teasing tone, her gaze sweeping him up and down. "Isn't this... our Galactic Force?"

"Hmm...long time no see, Yan." Ge Xiaolun finally found his voice, which was a little hoarse, but his gaze was fixed on her face, greedily tracing every inch of her features. She seemed to have lost some weight, and there was a lingering weariness between her brows, but her eyes were still as bright as stars, even more so than he remembered, with a brilliance and determination that came from being through trials.

Yan walked up to him, very close. She tilted her head slightly, looking at the man who was more than a head taller than her, whose face had lost its youthful innocence and whose features had become strong and resolute. Her smile deepened. She suddenly leaned closer, her warm breath almost brushing against his chin, and extended her slender fingers to gently tap his chest. Her voice was low, with a hint of teasing that only the two of them could understand: "Your face has matured quite a bit. I hope this place," her fingertips touched his heart through his nail guard, "is the same."

Feeling the barely perceptible warmth and touch from her fingertips, and smelling her familiar scent, a blend of faint cool fragrance and sunshine, Ge Xiaolun's taut strings of "reason" and "restraint" finally snapped completely at this moment.

He suddenly stretched out his arm, with an almost resolute force, and pulled the person he had missed for countless days and nights into his embrace tightly! His arms wrapped around her waist and back, so tightly, as if he wanted to knead her into his own bones and blood, as if he wanted to convey to her all the time they had been apart, all the worries and longing, through this embrace.

"I miss you..." He buried his face in her fragrant hair, his voice muffled and trembling, revealing the most direct vulnerability and longing after shedding all pretense, "I miss you so much."

Captured firmly by this sudden, fiery embrace, Yan's body stiffened slightly at first, seemingly unaccustomed to this overly direct form of expression. But quickly, that stiffness transformed into a soft acceptance. She didn't struggle; instead, she chuckled softly, the laughter resonating from her chest with a joyful vibration. She also reached out and hugged his broad, slightly trembling back, like comforting a wronged young man finally returning home.

"Little one..." she whispered in his ear, her breath warm, "It seems you're not doing so well in your 'abstinence' lessons."

Ge Xiaolun did not answer, but tightened his arms even more, using silence and a stronger embrace to express emotions that words could not convey.

A moment later, perhaps noticing the subtle yet smiling gazes of the angel warriors around him, Ge Xiaolun reluctantly and very slowly released his arms, but his gaze remained firmly fixed on Yan's face, as if he did not want to look away for even a second.

Seeing him like this, Yan's smile deepened. She reached out and pinched his cheek, which was now sharply defined but flushed with excitement. "Alright, with so many people watching, Galaxy Power needs to be mindful of its image." She paused, her tone becoming serious, but the tenderness in her eyes remained. "Since you're here, that's perfect. This place... definitely needs your power."

"Is there anything I can do for you? Just tell me." Ge Xiaolun immediately straightened his back, his expression becoming extremely serious, as if he were ready to go through fire and water for her at any moment.

Seeing his serious, "always ready" look, Yan couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head: "You look... alright, your face can take a beating, and now your strength seems to be taking one too. Come with me first, let's see our current deployment."

She led Ge Xiaolun through the camp to a platform on higher ground not far away. Ahead, a huge pillar of light made of pure energy shot into the sky, with countless complex data streams and runes faintly visible inside, rapidly operating and constructing, emitting stable and powerful energy fluctuations.

"That's the defense and communication hub that Zhixin spearheaded after she arrived," Yan explained, pointing to the pillar of light, her eyes revealing admiration for this young but talented junior. "She calls it the 'Tianxin System.' It not only strengthens regional defenses but also establishes stable inter-galactic communication nodes, which are crucial to our operations here."

Ge Xiaolun looked at the magnificent pillar of light, nodded, and sincerely praised, "Great, very impressive." However, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "'Tianxin'... this name... Xinye is definitely hiding something! He's afraid people won't know that this is the 'fruit of his love' with Zhixin, isn't he? This display of affection... is truly everywhere."

His gaze shifted from the beam of light to the distance. The land of Frieza wasn't entirely barren, but ravaged by war and lacking resources, many places appeared desolate and oppressive. Burning village ruins, ragged, listless refugees, and everything struggling to survive in the cold wind… This scene was vastly different from the Frieza he remembered when he first met Yan—a place brimming with wildness yet brimming with life.

"Here," Yan's voice rang out from the side, calm yet carrying a barely perceptible heaviness, "it showed you that even under the protection of justice and order, the darkest moment still exists...

Ge Xiaolun was silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the scenes of suffering before finally settling on Yan Jianyi's resolute profile. He said slowly, "No one, and no civilization, can live forever solely in the sunlight. Light and shadow always coexist."

Yan turned her head and looked at him intently, as if trying to read more from his eyes. She continued, "The Angel Civilization once stood at the pinnacle of known universe technology, leading the gods with a just order. But times are changing, challengers are emerging one after another, and new ideas are surging. Perhaps in the future, a completely new 'order' will be born, one that is entirely different from our ideals. At that time, the slogan 'Justice triumphs over evil' may no longer be an irrefutable truth."

Ge Xiaolun met her gaze, his own experiences and reflections over the years settling deep within him. He began, "I've traveled to many places and met all sorts of people and gods. Ultimately, what everyone is pursuing deep down is perhaps a future they perceive as 'better.' What people call 'justice' and 'evil' is often just a difference in perception stemming from different perspectives and beliefs."

These words, spoken by him with a calmness and thoughtfulness beyond his years, caused a noticeable surprise, even a touch of emotion, to flash in Yan's eyes. She looked at him, as if seeing for the first time so clearly that the somewhat timid "child" she had once teased had unknowingly grown into a man with independent thought and profound insights.

"You..." Yan opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but then stopped herself. Her eyes were filled with turbulent emotions, which finally turned into a faint smile with complex feelings. She reached out and gently took Ge Xiaolun's wrist—a natural and intimate gesture that carried an air of undeniable refusal.

"Come with me," she said, her voice much softer than before, even carrying a hint of mystery, "I'll take you somewhere."