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Chapter 126 Civilization Never Thanks Keisha! [Please Subscribe!]

"Oh ho ho, that's rare. Queen Keisha actually invited her old friend out for a chat."

In a lush garden somewhere on the planet Melo, under the soft sunlight, Keisha, dressed in a white and gold gown, sat on a swing woven from vines, silently watching the beautiful angel with delicate features and striking long silver hair on another swing beside her—the Heavenly King, He Xi.

"Can't we chat for a bit? You're in the lab all day, but I haven't seen you come up with anything new," Keisha said sarcastically, leaning close to him.

He Xi simply shrugged indifferently, saying with a nonchalant expression, "That's fine, as long as my disciple is better than you."

Keisha fell silent. Did such a person even exist? A simple basic attack, and suddenly they unleash a powerful attack?

“Yan Yan is still young and needs some time to grow up,” Keisha said stubbornly, her tone a little defiant.

He Xi couldn't help but roll her eyes and said irritably, "Seven thousand years old. Still young??? Then my Zhi Xin is still a baby who hasn't been weaned?"

"The path from warrior to king will be a little more difficult." Keisha looked at the butterflies fluttering in the sky, gently raised her hand, and caught a golden butterfly with her index finger. Her eyes, which seemed to shatter the Milky Way, shimmered slightly.

"Isn't your perfect successor Annie Xide?" He Xi poked her head out and, taking advantage of Keisha's distraction, suddenly blew a breath, blowing away the golden butterfly on Keisha's finger.

"..." Keisha rolled her eyes at He Xi, then looked up at the golden butterflies fluttering in the sunlight and sighed softly, "But is perfection always right?"

Annie Cid is indeed the most perfect choice for angel king. Kindness, benevolence, courage, perseverance, and justice will surely lead angelic civilization to a more glorious future under her leadership.

"I never doubt that girl can lead the angelic civilization to a more glorious future." Keisha's gaze followed the fluttering wings of the butterflies in the air.
"I don't deny that that girl is the most perfect angel king matched by the Holy Treasury."

"I also believe that girl will not let everyone down."

“But…” He Xi deliberately lengthened her words, playfully mimicking Keisha’s deep tone.

"..." Keisha kicked He Xi's swing lightly with a hint of annoyance, which made the latter laugh and giggle.

"You're itching for a beating again, aren't you?"

"Just trying to liven things up," He Xi said with a smile, sticking out her little tongue at Keisha.

"Hey, angels are a civilization of battle, that girl's perfection, not the best choice for the angel civilization." Keisha wanted to say a "but," but He Xi cut her off, making her feel uncomfortable to speak now, and even more frustrated to remain silent.
"Didn't you love assigning guardians to people based on their genetic compatibility? Now you're starting to distrust algorithms?" He Xi complained again in a very low voice.

"Didn't you provide the algorithm?" Keisha retorted irritably.

"That's just a reference. I don't have the authority to directly give people partners," He Xi shrugged, looking indifferent.

"And are you really matching according to my algorithm?" He Xi's eyes, which seemed to contain the most dazzling starlight in the entire galaxy, met Keisha's bright eyes, which seemed to have shattered the Milky Way. He said with some emotion, "Others may not know how the algorithm works, but I created it. Do you think I don't know who Zhi Xin is best matched with?" "..." Keisha looked at the soft sunlight in the distance and remained silent.

Who is the best match for Zhi Xin? Zhao Xin? He's a machine tyrant.

(Zhao Xin: Damn it! Take this six-hit lightning combo!)

(Xin is furious. He fires a shot.)

"The reason I haven't expressed my opinion is twofold: firstly, to respect your 'Sacred Treasure Trove Gene Matching System's right to interpret it; and secondly, because among the Earth's elite troops, after excluding the optimal solution, there is indeed almost no one who can be a match." When talking about her beloved disciple, He Xi's tone clearly became somewhat resentful.

Ge Xiaolun is the future Galactic God. Among those around him, Liu Chuang is "spirited but not righteous enough," Cheng Yaowen has "too sensitive a background," and Sun Wukong has "too much hair." Okay, Sun Wukong's genetic data is incomplete, and the Divine Knowledge Treasury can't match it. Feng Xi? That's a bug, it doesn't count. Besides, that guy wasn't in the angels' plan; he's a golden legend that shouldn't exist, discovered through a transparent box.

After much deliberation, even though He Xi was seething with anger, she finally realized that Zhao Xin, this good-for-nothing, was actually the only option for a change of pace.
"You always like to give what you consider the best to your people, but will those people really appreciate it?" He Xi looked at Keisha, who was silent after her rebuke, and continued with her unleashed barrage of words: "No! My beautiful Queen Keisha, they will not appreciate it. Whether it is your disciples or the civilizations you protect, their hearts will always be restless, yearning for 'freedom'. Yearning to cross the barriers of justice and see the freedom they long for."

"Sigh," He Xi suddenly sighed softly, reaching out to straighten a strand of hair that had fallen across Keisha's cheek. Looking at the other's almost perfect and beautiful profile, He Xi couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

"My naive queen, oh dear." He Xi wanted to say something, but after sighing several times, she couldn't get the words out.

"No one will remember you." In the end, He Xi only said this one sentence.

“They will only complain about you, resent you. They will hate you for using the barriers of justice to restrict them, and then they will hate you for not stopping them from crossing those barriers. It’s a dilemma. Didn’t you want to chat? Well, this is exactly what I wanted to say.” He Xi looked at Keisha’s beautiful profile, her eyes flickering slightly.

Holy Keisha has become almost the outermost riverbank of the known universe, containing the floods outside and the calves inside.

“I know,” Keisha said quietly.

"Therefore, only when the barriers are torn down by external forces can the Angel Civilization find a place to settle in the future."

Opening the barriers is like deliberately letting a flood drown those idiots in a greenhouse; they won't be grateful, nor will they think it's their fault.
That's wrong. It must be that they deliberately flooded their defenses, or rather, it was Holy Keisha.

"Don't you have any other possibilities?" He Xi paused for a moment, then finally fell silent.

She knew this day would come sooner or later. In the future Void Era, Holy Keisha would inevitably suffer the most devastating retribution. Therefore, if the Angelic Civilization wanted to secure a foothold in the future, it had to find allies or reduce its own 'hatred value'.

"This is the optimal solution in your algorithm."

(End of this chapter)