I, the Holy Maiden of Light, tear apart the Outer Gods.

Following Joan's instructions, Ange slowly closed her eyes.

The darkness before them did not last long; almost in the blink of an eye, it was swept away by a golden sea.

At this moment, the "sea surface" was churning with towering waves. The golden seawater seemed to collide with each other as if it were about to destroy the world, and then rushed into the sky together, splashing up a large amount of golden spray.

But no matter how turbulent the sea may be, it gives one a sense of warmth, peace, and comfort.

Is this... my sea of ​​magic...?

"Use your will to appease the will of the elements, and make them treat you as a friend."

Anjie's consciousness transformed into a clean, white hand, its slender fingertips lightly touching the churning sea.

With a soft "ding," the once turbulent sea became perfectly calm, without even a ripple.

"Now, begin to imagine what you want to create, sketching its image in your mind... structure... texture... details..."

What... do I want to create?

An image of a lily blooming outside a church flashed through Anjie's mind.

Let's go with this one...

Qiong looked at Anjie standing in the center of the open space with surprise. A ball of golden liquid was floating in front of Anjie. The liquid kept twisting and changing its shape, but gradually it revealed the shape of a lily.

"She's very talented...no wonder she's your child..." she murmured to herself, her head bowed.

However, just as the lily was about to solidify, the golden liquid suddenly began to boil, and the lily's form exploded in less than a second.

The violent energy blasted Ange away, sending her crashing into a large tree with a bang.

She remained dazed until she slid down the tree trunk.

"Hehe..." Joan smiled gently, "Don't rush, it's already very good that you can do this well on your first try. Just practice slowly after that. [Divine Creation] is one of the Church's top divine arts."

Anjie got up from the ground, patted her skirt which was covered in mud, and said, "Mmm."

For the rest of the day, Ange was thrown backwards amidst a series of explosions.

At first she was discouraged, but in the end she was completely numb from the shock.

If it weren't for her good health, she would probably have become the first disgraceful saint in history to die by her own hand.

"It's time for dinner~ Let's call it a day for practice." Joan looked at the setting sun and waved to Ange with a smile.

However, Ange shook her head, "Chief Referee Joan, please go back first. I'll practice for a little longer and then go back."

Joan seemed surprised that Ange was so hardworking. After a moment of surprise, she smiled and said, "Alright then, remember not to miss dinner."

"Uh-huh."

After Joan left, Ange summoned a ball of golden liquid again and began practicing the [Divine Creation Technique].

Anjie: System, I'll show you something good in a minute!

What do you want to do?

Anjie: I have a bold idea.

【…】

I know you've been feeling a bit stifled lately and want to relieve some pressure. But using a creation of holy light to do that kind of thing, isn't it a bit despicable?

Humans cannot, or at least should not.

Anjie: ? ? ?

Section 30, Chapter Twenty-Nine: Hurrah!!

"Success!"

Ange raised the creation in her hand, which was radiating holy light, and couldn't help but shout.

Its slender shape seems like the most perfect creation in the world, as if every curve has been calculated thousands of times. The deep, thick column, though still, still evokes the violent feeling of something bursting out from within. Although each part has a delicate feel, the whole perfectly conforms to a rough and violent aesthetic.

What...is this?

Ange smiled and hugged the creation in her arms, "An AK-47."

The system almost collapsed after seeing Ange create something that was anything but "magical".

You, an idealistic saint of light, have concocted a materialistic AK-47?!

But Anjie didn't care about the system's impending collapse.

After looking around to make sure no one was nearby, Anjie pressed the AK-47 against her shoulder, aimed it at a large tree in front of her, and pulled the trigger.

"Hurrah!!!"

Thump thump thump thump—

What was fired from the muzzle was not a metal bullet with a trail of flame, but an arcane orb radiating holy light.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of math olympiad balls shot out of the gun barrel and crashed into the thick tree trunk with dull thuds.

Almost instantly, a hole the size of a human head was blasted into the center of a tree that required two people to hug.

The machine gun created by the [Divine Creation Technique] hardly needs to worry about bullets; as long as Ange's magic power is not exhausted, bullets can be fired indefinitely.

When she was having a great time, Anjie even pulled out an oval-shaped holy light grenade from under her skirt, symbolically bit off the safety pin, and threw it into the woods.

"The Internason will definitely come true!!!"

With a deafening roar, all the plants within a two-meter radius of the Holy Light Grenade were vaporized.

"Hahaha—Awesome! This is the power of combining modern technology with magical creations!"

In fact, Ange knew very well that the AK in her hand was just an empty shell. Even the bullets she fired were powered by a magic circle she had engraved inside the barrel, which was completely different from the physical mechanical drive in her previous life.

Moreover, the bullets fired are certainly not as powerful as the mechanical and chemical creations of the previous life; the explosion here is merely a simulation of the spontaneous explosion of the Olympiad serve.

Even that grenade was actually just an empty shell; inside was a holy light explosion spell that he himself had condensed.

Anjie only stopped her AK-47 with satisfaction after completely shredding a tree into pieces.

To be honest, the machine gun wasn't very powerful; after firing it for a while, it was less powerful than a punch you throw yourself.

However, I am still a beginner, and there is still a lot of room for improvement in the weapons created by [Divine Creation Technique].

Ange has already begun to imagine that one day in the future, when she fights with other magicians, they will chant for half an hour to unleash a forbidden spell, while she will throw out a giant tsar bomb.

That feeling was truly exhilarating.

[You couldn't even conjure a single flower just now, so how come you can now craft an AK with your bare hands?]

Ange scratched her head. "Ah, actually I don't know either. It seems like I can master anything related to combat very quickly. If you ask me to use [Divine Creation Technique] to create flowers, I still can't do it. But if you ask me to make hand grenades, I can make ten for you right away."

【…】

Is this reasonable?

This shouldn't be reasonable!

But considering this guy's bizarre skill list...

Yes, that makes perfect sense!

...

After successfully creating the weapon, Ange walked with a bouncy gait, appearing to be in a particularly good mood.

"I'm back—ah!"

As soon as Anjie pushed open the door, a figure crashed into her arms, knocking her directly to the ground.

"Mmm... Mom smells so good..."

"Ok?"

Anjie looked down and saw a fluffy head rubbing against her chest.

It was clearly this little guy who had bumped into him earlier.

"Uh...you are..." Anjie propped herself up and sat up, then looked at the girl nestled in her arms and asked softly.

The little girl looked up, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face.

Her long, silver-gray hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders, her fair skin was as smooth as mutton fat, and her eyes seemed to hold water, making her look endearing. Beneath her high, straight nose, her delicate pink lips curled slightly upwards.

The little girl was smiling sweetly, her big, watery eyes reflecting only Ange's face. "I'm Lena~"

Actually, Ange recognized the little girl as soon as she saw her face.

But she clearly remembered that the little girl had blonde hair, while the little girl in her arms had silver-gray hair.

And why does she call herself "Mom"?

"Anjie, are you alright?"

Novia had just run out of the side door of the church when she saw Angela and Lena staring at each other on the ground. She couldn't help but chuckle and asked a question.

Ange shook her head, picked up Lena, stood up, and looked at Novia, asking, "What's wrong with her?"

Novia's expression was strange, and she glanced at Lena with a somewhat evasive look.

Ange quickly realized that these words might not be appropriate to say in front of Lena, so she turned to Lena and said softly, "Sweetie, can you go inside and play by yourself for a while? I'll play with you later, okay?"

It must be said that a professional, fake smile is quite effective.

With a gentle and sweet smile, Lena obediently nodded, jumped down from Ange's arms with a whoosh, and skipped into the church.

...

"This morning, not long after you left, Lena woke up. But when I found her, her hair had turned silver-gray. And..."

Novia paused, seemingly choosing her words carefully, "She seems to have... lost a part of her memory."

After my probing, I found that she had a clear understanding of the world and basic knowledge, but there was one thing she didn't understand...

She doesn't remember who her parents are.

Whenever I asked about her parents, she would say it was you.