Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

When Pan Yang and Zhou Yang arrived in the human world, the demons there, having likely received orders, quickly surrounded them.

However, neither side made a move. Although the demons on earth were unaware of what had happened in hell, an angel emerged unharmed.

Hell must have suffered heavy losses, and they, wanting to survive, naturally dared not charge straight in.

At that moment, a white light flashed, and the archangel appeared before Pan Yang. The demons looked at each other and seemed to be in an even more difficult situation now.

The archangel looked calmly at Fan Yang, but a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes when he saw Zhou Yang beside him: "Fan Yang, do you know what you did wrong?"

"Just say you want to kill me," Pan Yang said nonchalantly, showing no regard for the archangel.

The archangel took a deep breath. With his own power, Pan Yang had cleared out half of the demons in Hell, so the apocalyptic war was definitely not going to happen.

If it were really that simple, it would be easy to handle. After all, Huan Yang is still an angel, and angels have some face when dealing with demons. However, Huan Yang actually saved a demon.

"Pan Yang, you have dared to kill demons and enter Hell for your own selfish desires. But the Lord is kind and will give you one last chance. Kill the demons around you, and Heaven will still welcome you."

Zhou Yang frowned slightly and sighed as he listened to the archangel's words: "It seems I am disliked by both sides. Pan Yang, you don't need to risk your life for a demon." His tone was somewhat helpless.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly snatched the sword from Pan Yang's hand and held it to Pan Yang's neck: "Don't come any closer. I just wanted to fool Pan Yang at first, but I didn't expect that Pan Yang could actually save me. Archangel, you shouldn't want your angels to die innocently, right?"

"You are utterly filthy!" the archangel said through gritted teeth.

Pan Yang turned his head to look at Zhou Yang, and instantly Xiao Yao slashed his neck, leaving a bloody mark. Zhou Yang's heart tightened, and he opened his mouth: "From beginning to end, I have never cared about you at all."

"You don't believe me?" Pan Yang asked calmly.

Zhou Yang remained silent. Pan Yang, somewhat helpless, easily took Xiaoyao from Zhou Yang's hand, then pointed his sword at the archangel: "Aren't you also acting out of selfish desires?"

"Didn't God create angels and demons for the sake of balance in the human world? Now you're letting demons run rampant in the human world just to decide who wins and who loses, all for the sake of a final war that will almost destroy humanity."

"What do you know!" The archangel's voice was tinged with anger. He took a deep breath, as if in despair: "Pan Yang, you still don't understand. Angels are supposed to be the strong ones. I'm only doing this for the sake of all angels."

Pan Yang rolled his eyes, too lazy to argue with him, and thrust his sword at the archangel, who quickly dodged.

The next second, countless white lights appeared in the sky, and a group of angels came to earth. However, they did not make a move, but just coldly looked at the archangel.

The archangel was somewhat angry: "Who gave you permission to come down here without permission? We'll let it slide this time, but capture Fan Yang!"

However, not a single angel moved. After a long while, a young-looking angel slowly spoke: "Archangel, even if many angels perish in the apocalyptic war, you don't care, do you?"

"What?" The archangel narrowed his eyes. How did they know?

Pan Yang shrugged: "Just now, a small miracle happened."

"You!" The archangel swept his gaze across the angels, saying each word clearly, "I am doing this for the sake of the entire Heaven. Angels on Earth must possess absolute power, and it is their honor to die in the final battle."

Upon hearing this, the angels' last hope slowly faded away.

"What are you still doing?"

"Archangel, we apologize. We believe you are not a qualified archangel."

The remaining demons looked left and right; they now only wanted to minimize their presence.

The archangel looked at the group of angels, then at Huan Yang: "I'm not qualified. Does that mean Huan Yang is qualified? He's with the devil!"

At this moment, Zhou Yang silently raised his hand: "In a sense, the demon no longer wants me."

"..." The archangel felt a pang of fear.

Pan Yang shrugged: "Have you finished talking? When do we start fighting?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the archangel rushed toward Fan Yang. He was unwilling to accept that he was doing this for everyone's good, and he was determined to drag Fan Yang down with him even in death!

Pan Yang swiftly used his sword to block the archangel's attack, then twirled his sword, tearing the archangel's sleeve.

Just as the archangel was about to launch another attack, he suddenly stopped, as if he had been trapped in place.

Although all that could be seen was a dazzling white light in the sky, a kind-looking figure dressed in a white robe appeared in the sky.

All the angels bowed to the man.

The demon was startled. How could God have appeared? What about them? After thinking for a long time, they decided to secretly run away.

God watched this scene and said calmly, "The current archangel has been stripped of his angelic status due to selfish desires. Pan Yang was made an archangel to stop the war for the sake of humanity, but he is not allowed to return to Heaven because he is on good terms with the devil. Anxi will be the new archangel."

After saying that, he vanished.

Pan Yang blinked. Becoming an archangel but unable to return to Heaven was simply... amazing! Heaven was practically blinding him.

Of course, the other angels did not think that Pan Yang was happy. They all gave him a few words of advice and regret before returning to Heaven.

This farce ended so simply, leaving Zhou Yang somewhat bewildered.

What puzzled him even more was that he had pretended to be a bad guy and take advantage of Pan Yang several times, but Pan Yang had never believed him, and now he couldn't go back to heaven because of him.

Seeing that the bloodstain on Pan Yang's neck had disappeared, the angel's healing ability worked quickly: "I'm sorry, I accidentally hurt you, but why do you..." insist on saving me?

"I do charity." Pan Yang was somewhat speechless.

"Huh?" Zhou Yang was bewildered for a few seconds. Although this person was an angel, he didn't seem like the type to do charity work.

Well, Pan Yang was truly speechless this time. He turned around and prepared to leave. Where was Si Zhou Yang's house again? Oh, this way.

"Wait a minute!" Zhou Yang called out hurriedly when he saw him about to leave. Pan Yang stopped in his tracks, and Zhou Yang looked at him intently and said, "I like you."

"Yes, I know." Pan Yang tossed Xiao Yao back into his spatial dimension. To be honest, he was quite tired and just wanted to rest for a while.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yang, for some unknown reason, quickly walked to Huan Yang's side: "You like me too, don't you?"

"Yes, I like you," Pan Yang said, yawning.

The two returned to Zhou Yang's home. The angels would definitely not come back to bother them, but as for the demons, they had developed a psychological aversion to Fan Yang and would rather avoid the two of them altogether.

After spending several decades in this world, Pan Yang departed.

"Return to system space."