Chapter Thirteen: This Is Humiliating to Me

Chapter Thirteen: This Makes Me Feel Humiliated

As the standoff continued, more shells, their origin unknown, struck the black-clad men’s jeep, sending debris and severed limbs flying. Although these were also shells, this time they weren’t fired by the Huaxia military, but rather by a patrol vessel from the Direwolf Civilization. The ship had merely been passing by, reporting something to its superiors.

“Confirm her identity—it’s Black-Armored Rose. I’ll handle her myself.” As an ace pilot of the Direwolf Civilization, he had considerable authority; otherwise, he wouldn’t be allowed to take a patrol ship out for a spin.

On the Demon Wings, in the command room, Morgana watched Rose’s real-time movements on the display. Though she’d been exposed and could no longer befriend Rose, she felt uneasy, for Rose was her most prized creation. Seeing her secret so easily betrayed by the man in black infuriated her. Here, at home, she didn’t need to suppress her temper; with a sweep of her gaze, she knocked over several chairs in the command center.

The little demons inside cowered in terror at their queen’s rage.

Just then, a demon communications officer reported, “Your Majesty, a Direwolf B78 patrol vessel is causing trouble near Rose. Shall we blow it up?”

“No, I quite enjoy watching Rose struggle through adversity.”

“What if she gets killed by accident?”

“Pull up her file.” Morgana glanced at the data, then continued, “Rose: Second-generation God River super gene. Recently upgraded at Supergod Academy to a quasi-third-generation super soldier—demigod constitution, to put it plainly.”

She paused, then added, “Even if she suffers fatal wounds, we can still piece her back together, can’t we?”

Back in the field, a shell hit its mark, striking the Direwolf patrol ship. Rose looked back—it was the same armored vehicle that had ambushed the black-clad men. Watching the screen as the patrol ship was struck, Morgana’s anger flared. “What’s going on? I told you not to fire!”

The little demon protested, “It wasn’t me!”

At that moment, the patrol vessel spotted the armored car but ignored it, focusing on bombarding Rose with wild abandon. Perhaps due to her small size, it missed its target. The armored car continued firing, but the patrol ship’s evasive maneuvers kept it safe. Then Rose gestured at the armored car, signaling them to keep shooting.

The observer atop the armored car understood and shouted, “Keep firing!”

The gunner, obeying orders, loosed two more shells without worrying about accuracy.

Meanwhile, Rose used her abilities to intercept the two shells as they passed the patrol vessel, transporting herself through a micro-wormhole onto the airborne ship. She drew the two shells from the wormhole above her head with a flick of her small hand, and the once-arrogant patrol vessel exploded on cue.

However, due to the shells’ limited power, the pilot survived. As he crawled from the cockpit, Wei Qi and his team rushed over, venting their pent-up fury with a flurry of punches, ending his life with a final elbow strike.

Wei Qi, triumphant, hurried to Rose’s side. “Rose, that was satisfying! I wasn’t half bad, was I? I’ve been wanting to do that for ages.”

“You’re just stealing my kill,” Rose replied, her tone dripping with divine disdain.

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She returned to her beloved little motorbike and checked the box on the back seat. Good, it was undamaged.

Back at camp, she gazed at the ragged people—men, women, old, and young—who should have been playing in parks or enjoying warm family dinners at home. Now they could only eke out an existence in this battered encampment. All of this was the fault of those despicable alien invaders.

Inside her tent, she carried a glass of watermelon juice—food she’d prepared for Yun Yang. Though he seemed like a vegetable now, even a comatose patient needed nourishment.

Staring at Yun Yang’s profile, Rose’s thoughts wandered. She recalled those TV dramas where comatose people were given water. Her cheeks flushed. She took the cup, sipped the juice, and, as if kissing, passed it gently into Yun Yang’s mouth.

When she finished, she woke with a start. What was she doing? She’d kissed him willingly before, though that was for a mission, not by choice. Reflecting on the sensation, she found she didn’t dislike it.

Oh, Rose, what are you thinking? She dove onto the bed, covered her head with a blanket, feeling as if steam would soon rise from her.

The next morning, they set out at dawn. The same scouts led the way, with the convoy behind. Rose still rode her little motorbike, unwilling to take a more comfortable jeep because of Yun Yang.

As they walked, chatting and laughing, a pillar of light suddenly descended by the roadside, startling everyone into stopping to investigate.

Within the light, a figure slowly emerged—a beautiful angel in a red battle robe, silver armor, and white wings. Yet the angel was battered, with a gaping wound through her abdomen, ruffled feathers, and a holy sword planted in the earth. Leaning on the sword, she knelt with difficulty.

Her wings fluttered and straightened, the airborne feathers a silent testament to their ordeal. The angel looked up at Rose, tried to rise, but her wounds were too severe and she nearly collapsed. Wei Qi and another soldier hurried to steady her.

Once stable, she spoke. “Rose?”

“Well, well, she really is with the Super Soldier Legion. Angels and demons both know you,” Wei Qi teased before Rose could reply.

On the Demon Wings, Atto stole a glance at his queen; seeing her expressionless, he relaxed slightly. He’d thought Angel Yan had been killed by his own hands. Now, seeing her alive, he worried he’d been careless.

Meanwhile, the angel rushed to Rose, grasped her hand, and said, “Rose, there’s a man who’s been longing for you in his dreams.”

“Who?” Rose asked, though she already guessed.

“Your comrade, the Power of the Galaxy, Ge Xiaolun.”

“Is that so? Wei Qi, take her to the medics to tend her wounds.” After responding to Angel Yan’s cryptic words, Rose instructed Wei Qi without looking back.

“No need—” Angel Yan started to refuse, but seeing her bedraggled state, she relented and let Wei Qi help her to the medical vehicle.

Soon, Wei Qi returned. “Xiao Wen says the angel’s wounds can’t be stitched—the body’s too tough. The needle won’t go in. All they can do is wrap them in gauze.”

That night, Angel Yan was jolted awake by pain. She saw Rose quietly changing the bedding in a coffin, her face betraying slight surprise, but she said nothing.

As Rose worked silently, Wei Qi arrived at the tent entrance, coughing heavily.

“I know it’s sudden to come in, but… why not let the angel have some soup first?”

Seeing Rose glance at him but continue tidying, Wei Qi simply handed the soup to Angel Yan, reminding her to rest before he left.

Angel Yan sipped the soup—it was quite good. She then asked Rose, “Don’t you want to know what happened?”

Without waiting for an answer, she sighed. “In the end, they succeeded.”

Rose paused. “What happened?”

“I think you’ll understand better if I put it this way: Morgana orchestrated a massive trap.”

“A trap?” Rose was puzzled.

“They destroyed Queen Keisha.”

“The one who sat with you on the sofa last time?”

“Yes. Then they ambushed me and the Power of the Galaxy on Freyr. Fortunately, both of us had just ascended to godhood.” She paused, took another sip, and went on.

“So, we’re no longer bound by mortal flesh—we survive on energy now.”

“How’s Xiao Lun?” Rose asked, feeling she ought to care for her comrade.

“He dreams of you every day.”

“Should I be happy about that?” Rose didn’t know how to react, surprised by Ge Xiaolun’s feelings.

“He misses you. He loves you.”

“And what good does that do? We’re out here fighting, protecting the people. What’s he doing?”

“Sleeping? The Power of the Galaxy saves the world by sleeping? Hmph!” She snorted coldly; in her heart, Ge Xiaolun’s standing fell even lower.

“Him saying he loves me only humiliates me.”

A heavy silence fell between them. As if to prove a point, Rose fetched Yun Yang from another tent, set him down, and said to Angel Yan, “This is my beloved. He’s unconscious. I hope you don’t mind him sleeping here.”

“Of course not. Warriors aren’t fussy about such things.” Angel Yan felt a hint of delight—Ge Xiaolun, your secret crush has a man now! Let’s see how you escape my palm. She would need to keep him in check.

But then she remembered she was now Ge Xiaolun’s guardian angel and her mood deflated. Would she be under his thumb forever? The man dreamed of a harem. If he truly built one, should she emulate Queen Keisha and chop down the scoundrel?

No, no, she couldn’t compare herself to her queen—Keisha acted for all female angels. She was just one angel.