The invasion of the Gluttonous civilization was only the beginning. Simply driving them away was far from enough to end the war.
Worse still, if the Angels were the ones to lead the battle, many would believe it was the Angels who had brought war to Earth. Misunderstandings could spiral into chaos. That was why the first battle had to be fought by humanity itself—so that humanity could recognize the true nature of this conflict: a united resistance against foreign invasion.
Naturally, Holy Keisha respected Earth's decision. When she later descended above the East Sea, it was only because of Morgana's interference.
As Dukao once said: Light and darkness are at war. Justice and evil are at war. Life and death are at war.
As for the Angels' Order of Justice, Brandon White found no reason to oppose it.
After all, Huaxia civilization had never been one to favor invasion. Whether in history, ancient chronicles, or ancestral teachings, the pattern was the same: harmony, coexistence, and respect.
Even now, Huaxia held fast to this principle—treating other nations with courtesy, seeking peaceful coexistence, and striving toward shared progress.
Just as Brandon came to understand the Order of Justice through his conversations with Angel Yan, she in turn came to understand Brandon's worldview through their talks.
Their philosophies weren't identical, but they resonated deeply.
Their bond grew warmer, not out of affection, but from a shared recognition of each other's ideals.
For Brandon, these exchanges played a pivotal role in shaping his worldview. For Yan, answering his questions came with no hesitation. She revealed much—even to the point that Holy Keisha herself became aware that, in another world, there existed a fledgling god who had just obtained divine authority yet remained somewhat lost.
Yes. Their judgment of Brandon was clear: he was a new god, still in growth.
Brandon had never hidden his abilities. Thus, Yan easily learned through the Chat Group of his power—the Authority of Nature—the ability to command the elements of the natural world, and even conceptual forces beyond them.
Measured from the perspective of the arcane, Brandon's potential was limitless.
To prevent such an inexperienced god from straying down a dangerous path, Keisha asked Yan to guide him carefully.
And as their discussions continued, Brandon noticed Yan's guidance deepening, at times carrying the weight of doctrine.
He did not mind.
As he had said before, he had his own convictions and his own path. Though he sometimes felt lost when facing the future, that didn't mean he would blindly follow others. He only absorbed the parts of their philosophies that resonated with him.
Besides, he felt no aversion to the Angels' philosophy. Perhaps they were proud, and their conversations carried an unmistakable air of superiority—
But they had earned the right.
As warriors under Holy Keisha, the King of Gods, as members of the most powerful known civilization in the cosmos, who could deny them such confidence?
Their civilization destined them to stand above others. Their pride was natural.
If Huaxia civilization had possessed the same strength as the Angels, Brandon doubted he would be much humbler. Even if he appeared modest on the surface, the pride within his heart would be inevitable.
Of course, within the Chat Group, Yan never displayed that pride. In the Super God universe, the Angels might be the mightiest civilization. But in other universes, they were not.
Take the Chat Group itself, for example. Even now, Angel civilization could not claim the number one spot in terms of sheer power.
Roxie Vale's high-martial world was said to have cultivators capable of shattering planets, with the greatest among them even reversing the flow of time itself.
In Tokisaki Kurumi's Date A Live world, the powers of the Spirit of Origin were beyond anything a technology-based civilization like the Angels could hope to crush.
And in Misaka Mikoto's A Certain Magical Index world, the "Magic Gods" were beings so far beyond scientific comprehension that the Angels had no frame of reference at all.
Yet among all these worlds, there was currently one undisputed strongest within the Chat Group.
The Glory of the Northern God—Thor, son of Hong Qigong.
Because he was a god. A real god.
Even if his introduction carried comedic undertones, his strength was undeniable.
And beyond him, the technology of the 10 Cold world rivaled even the whimsical wonders of Doraemon.
Dimensional-reduction weapons, causality manipulators, conceptual arms—everything existed there.
Even if their tone leaned toward the absurd, their lethality was unquestionable.
Thus, within the Chat Group, everyone communicated as equals. No one held themselves higher simply because of their strength.
As for whether Keisha's Order of Justice was flawed—such speculation was meaningless.
No order is flawless.
For beings with lifespans stretching across millennia, mistakes were nothing frightening. So long as those flaws could be gradually corrected, perfection was unnecessary.
Beautiful promises crafted in words but impossible in practice remained nothing but illusions.
Time nurtured Brandon's growth.
From his thinking, to the way he perceived the world, to the evolution of his Authority of Nature, he progressed rapidly.
These days, aside from his exchanges with Yan, he had also begun optimizing and releasing works from his memory that this world had never seen—anime and tokusatsu series reimagined.
From Kamen Rider Kuuga to Zi-O of the Heisei era.
From Pokémon's first generation through the eighth.
From Xiong Bing Lian to The Outcast.
Firewing even helped him build a dedicated website to host them, promoting their release.
The quality of these works was unquestionable. And with Brandon's enhancements—polished visuals, improved effects—they captivated audiences quickly.
Though this was the era of spiritual revival, the vast majority of people were still ordinary, or at best bore weak supernatural gifts. They still had to work, still needed entertainment. For many, these anime and tokusatsu dramas became the perfect escape.
Of course, this only applied to those who enjoyed such things. Those uninterested barely noticed.
But among fans, surprise spread quickly. Suddenly, an explosion of beautifully produced anime and tokusatsu appeared—sometimes entire series at once.
Had these been stockpiled for years?
Even with their questions, they were delighted.
Brandon could see the proof himself: his ability to imbue figurines with traits.
"If this were my past life, I'd probably be every otaku's envy," he chuckled, glancing at the neatly arranged rows of models lining his room.
The transformation devices of Ultramen—Tiga, Dyna, Gaia, Nexus.
The morphers of the Armor Warriors—Flame Dragon, Wind Eagle, Black Rhino, Snow Mastiff.
The belts of Kamen Riders—Kuuga's Arcle, Agito's Alter Ring, Faiz's Gear, Kabuto's Zecter, W's Double Driver.
Even Wang Xiaoming's crimson camera…
His smile widened.
The room was a shrine to dreams given form.
(End of Chapter)