Super God Academy: Kabuto

The awe and roar of the starry sea were still fresh in his mind, yet Lin Yu had already quietly returned to the Super Soldier Company. His gaze swept over these future guardians, his tone calm yet profound:

"The road ahead is long, keep going!"

After speaking, he naturally took He Xi's hand and turned to leave amidst the complex gazes of the crowd.

At the same time, He Xi's gentle voice rang out in Qi Lin's secret communication channel:

"Little Qilin, go home with Leiting later."

After the team disbanded, Lingfeng arranged a short rest. Qilin, on the other hand, followed Leiting, who was leading the way, and headed towards that familiar home.

Inside the house, wisps of smoke rose from the chimney. Lin Yu, wearing an apron, was busy in the kitchen, while He Xi and Keisha, who had arrived earlier, were already sitting in the pavilion in the courtyard, leisurely enjoying afternoon tea and conversation.

Just as Lin Yu brought the last dish to the table, Qi Lin stepped into the house.

"Dinner's ready," Lin Yu called out to the three ladies in the pavilion.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was warm and friendly. He Xi frequently served food to Qi Lin, and couldn't help but smile as she watched Qi Lin eat with a slightly eager expression.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Qi Lin lifted her head from the bowl, her mouth still stuffed full, and said somewhat indistinctly, "It's been so long since I've had my brother's cooking, it's so delicious!"

Those clear eyes were filled with contentment and dependence.

Watching this scene unfold—Keisha elegantly sipping tea, Hexi gently serving food, and Qilin wolfing down her food with obvious happiness—Lin Yu's heart was filled with an indescribable warmth. This ordinary, everyday life was the tranquility he most wanted to protect after navigating countless storms.

A gentle and satisfied smile appeared on his face as he said softly, "Eat more if you like it, I'll make it for you every day from now on."

Under the soft light, the four figures were reflected on the window, creating a picture that transcended the divine and the mundane, a picture called "home." Outside the window, the stars gradually appeared, as if they were also quietly guarding this small piece of warmth.

With the smoke of battle clearing, the soldiers of the Super Soldier Company scattered throughout the camp, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

Zhao Xin, like a large, energetic dog, circled around the angel Zhi Xin, chattering incessantly about interesting things happening on Earth. Zhi Xin, with the characteristic angelic aloofness and seriousness, occasionally nodded or corrected any exaggerated parts of his narration, a subtle, gentle smile playing on her lips. This couple, united by Queen Keisha's final sacred code, were clumsily but resolutely working together under vastly different cultural backgrounds and the pressures of war.

Not far away, Liu Chuang, this rough-around-the-edges guy, stood somewhat awkwardly beside Angel Leng, clutching his axe. Leng remained as arrogant as ever, arms crossed, but seemed unfazed by the approach of this Earth "God of War of Nostar," occasionally offering a sarcastic comment about his less-than-elegant fighting style. Liu Chuang, meanwhile, scratched his head and chuckled foolishly. A peculiar friendship, transcending civilization and gender, based on warrior instinct, was beginning to blossom.

Ge Xiaolun sat alone on a high place, looking up at the azure sky. His gaze seemed to pierce through the clouds and reach the battlefield in the deep universe. His brows were furrowed with an unyielding heaviness.

Rui Mengmeng and He Weilan huddled together, chatting quietly about their past training, fallen comrades, and their mixed feelings of uncertainty and anticipation for the future. They were relatively "ordinary" soldiers in the Super Soldier Company, and their companionship was the simplest comfort on the brutal battlefield.

In her own room, Lena, the goddess of dawn, stood quietly by the window, her gaze fixed on the boundless universe outside. As the chief goddess of the planet Lieyang, she had once committed a grave mistake, and beneath this tranquility lay a complex mix of emotions and immense pressure that no one could fathom. Sunlight streamed through the porthole, casting a halo around her, yet it could not penetrate the depths of her eyes.

Meanwhile, in some regions of the Earth, the battle never ceased. The Victorious Fighting Buddha, Sun Wukong, still led a group of loyal followers, nimbly traversing mountains and towns, eradicating the remaining, stubbornly resisting small groups of Taotie soldiers. Wherever his golden cudgel pointed, demons fled in terror.

Meanwhile, other sparks of hope are also gathering. Sword Saint Zhao, deeply influenced by the Wuji Sword Dao, and the resilient female soldier Feifei, through their charm and strength, have already assembled a sizable resistance force. They are traversing ruins and dangers, resolutely advancing towards the last bastion of China—North Star.