Chapter 27: Yun Yang, the Energized Doll

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Energy Doll Yunyang

The reason Angel Leng was so eager to turn Yunyang into the Angel God was that her teammates were now severely lacking in energy. Especially Angel Breeze, whose deficiency had become increasingly obvious. There had been several occasions when she nearly got injured by the gluttonous beasts, who possessed only astronaut-level civilization.

Angel Yitian and Angel Lingxi weren’t faring much better; both were second-generation angel warriors, with only more combat experience than Breeze. Just now, while Breeze was chatting with Qingxue, Qingxue mentioned that Yunyang could help others recover their energy. Their conversation was overheard by Angel Leng, who, thinking of her three underperforming comrades, realized she had no other choice—after all, they were her teammates, and if she could help them, she should. Angel Yan had issued the order to hold North Star at all costs, and in just three months, these three angels had depleted their energy. If things continued, she’d be left alone in the end, which was unacceptable. As a high-level guardian angel of Kaisha, Angel Leng couldn't afford to lose face—she brought out three, and would return with just herself? That would be disgraceful.

Since Yunyang could restore energy, making him the Angel God would be as good as having an energy doll—a perfect solution. That was the origin of the previous farce; though she herself treated it as a joke, the other three angels were serious, willing to sacrifice anyone but themselves.

With Yunyang’s refusal, it was clear the romance card wouldn’t work, so only friendship remained. Angel Leng walked over to Angel Qingxue, dragging Yunyang along, and said,

“Qingxue, thank goodness you’re here. Those three are almost out of energy—Breeze nearly got mobbed last time. They can’t coordinate with me at all. Now that you’re here, the two of us can cooperate and deal a greater blow to the gluttonous beasts threatening Earth.”

Yunyang noticed that Angel Leng kept staring at him while she spoke, especially when she mentioned the lack of energy. He understood immediately—it was all about energy, and he had plenty to spare.

After hearing Angel Leng’s words, Angel Qingxue turned to Yunyang, her eyes shimmering with tears. She pleaded, “Yunyang, please help Breeze and the others, won’t you?” Her large eyes blinked as she spoke.

Yunyang was not accustomed to such pleading and almost wanted to pull Qingxue into his arms for comfort, but his last shred of reason reminded him this was inappropriate.

“All right, I’ll help out,” he agreed, though he refrained from hugging her. Still, he responded from the heart—these angels were fighting for Earth, their energy spent, and since he had the ability, it was his duty to assist.

As a third-generation super warrior, Yunyang had ample energy and could easily recharge three second-generation angels. However, energy conversion posed a challenge. While he could provide enough stellar energy for them to be fully restored, they could only absorb half of it since Yunyang wasn’t from the Flaming Sun Star and couldn’t convert stellar energy into the absorbable form of the Flaming Sun.

Finding this unsatisfactory, Yunyang decided to try his second-level authority. He inquired about the composition of dark energy and the specific type angels required. Angel Leng didn’t mind, since the energy used by super warriors was largely similar, differing only in algorithms—like Reina, for instance.

Reina didn’t have a stellar energy source within her own body; her energy was fundamentally different from Rose’s, who could just fight without concern. Reina simply used a special algorithm to guide and channel stellar energy to achieve her objectives. In essence, the genetic engine was a supercomputer with programming focused on different aspects.

After obtaining detailed explanations about the acquisition and composition of dark energy and angel energy, Yunyang activated his engine’s second-level authority. Using his newfound knowledge, he expended a negligible amount of energy and produced enough for a second-generation angel.

The surrounding angels were stunned when they saw the glowing orb of white light in Yunyang’s hand. He had directly converted energy—it was as if someone needed a meal, and the restaurant owner served the nutrition directly, bypassing the food. How could they not be amazed?

Half an hour later, Angel Breeze, Yitian, and Lingxi were fully restored, their faces radiating eagerness for battle. Angel Leng glanced at them, curling her lip in disdain.

Walking over to Yunyang, Angel Leng gave him a challenging look and said, “You must be a third-generation super warrior. You’ve already recharged three second-generation angels. But I am also third-generation—just like you. Can you satisfy me?”

Yunyang bristled at that—it was a matter of a man's pride. You could say anything, but never that he couldn’t. He shot back,

“Try it and see, but don’t say too much later when you’re full and don’t need more.” His tone was playful; he found his second-level authority incredibly useful—with the right parameters and production principles, generating energy was effortless.

Sure enough, this time Yunyang, seeking payback, grabbed Angel Leng’s hand. Both their hands glowed with white light.

“It’s been an hour—Leng, is she all right? That’s a lot of energy,” Angel Lingxi said uncertainly.

“She should be fine. She’s a high-level guardian angel; needing more energy is normal,” Angel Yitian replied.

“But her complexion’s changed from pale to flushed, and her wings are glowing,” Breeze chimed in.

Angel Leng was in a difficult spot. Yunyang had told her that as soon as she said she was full and didn’t want more, he would stop. Though the phrase could be interpreted multiple ways, Angel Leng didn’t believe that Yunyang, who had just recharged three second-generation angels, could fill her up as well—she was third-generation, after all.

But the trouble was, he really did fill her up, and upon sensing she was full, he worked even harder to channel energy into her, making her feel uncomfortable. There was a strange, swelling sensation inside, and she found herself unable to speak out.

Another half hour passed, and Angel Leng couldn’t endure it any longer; she felt as if the energy inside her was about to overflow, and it was unbearable. At last, she spoke up, her voice trembling,

“I’m full, no more.” She lowered her head, not daring to look at her teammates or Yunyang.

Hearing her surrender, Yunyang let go of her hand. Before he could make a teasing remark, Angel Leng shot skyward, heading straight for the gluttonous beast fleet.

Soon, three moderate explosions erupted among the fleet at the horizon, followed by three shockwaves. Ships swept by the shockwaves exploded in succession.

The gluttonous beast commander watched as more than twenty attack ships were destroyed on his screen, feeling a mix of terror, rage, and helplessness. These angels had been here for three months, and every time he attacked North Star, he suffered heavy losses.

The reason North Star remained unconquered was because of these angels—they were too powerful. Eighteen battleships had been sunk by them, and countless attack ships lost. Angels? They were more like reapers.

Angel Leng glanced at the rapidly ascending enemy ships, sensed the energy within herself, and, feeling no longer uncomfortable, ignored the fleeing beasts. Her orders were to defend North Star to the death—anything beyond that was not her concern.

Watching Angel Leng unleash her might, Yunyang and the angels were a bit bewildered. Was she embarrassed and decided to take it out on the gluttonous beasts? That was hardcore.

When Angel Leng returned to the rooftop, she didn’t look at the stunned Yunyang and the others, but said, “Consider those enemy ships payment for the energy you gave me, God.”

Yunyang shook his head, saying, “Nonsense. You’ve guarded North Star for so long, and since I can, it’s only right to provide energy. If you ever run low again, just come to me.”

With Yunyang’s promise, Angels Lingxi, Breeze, and Yitian were overjoyed. The past three months had been grueling—no energy supply, no knowledge repository, and they were close to despair.

The three angels thanked Yunyang together, “Thank you, God.”

At that moment, Yunyang felt his invisible tail was wagging sky-high.

That night, Qingxue didn’t return, leaving Yunyang alone to go back to his courtyard. Angel Leng had said she’d visit him tomorrow.

Not long after Yunyang returned home, a team of researchers arrived, claiming to be from the Black Great Wall Base, wanting to collect his physical data to customize a black armor for him.

Yunyang figured this must be the nation’s secret force. They not only collected his data, but also asked him to enhance some items, hoping to see if they could mass-produce them. If possible, it would bring a qualitative boost to the army’s combat power.

When everything was done, night had fallen. Yunyang found himself unable to sleep, wondering if he counted as an alien. Rationally, yes, but emotionally he felt otherwise. This was Earth, this was Huaxia, and the soldiers here were no different from those before.

After much contemplation, emotion finally triumphed over reason. Someone here had saved him twice—Pan Zhen was surely sent by Rose. Someone fought alongside him, warriors unafraid of hardship, forging ahead. Someone approved of his actions, never questioning the slightest suspicion. Yunyang didn’t believe that the nation’s power couldn’t discover he was undocumented. All this was reason enough for him to devote his strength to Earth, to Huaxia, to these people.

With these thoughts settled, Yunyang slept soundly, dreamed sweetly, and even dreamed of a red-haired lass wanting to beat him up, complaining he hadn’t visited her in so long after saving an ingrate.

Yunyang retorted loudly in his dream, “I can’t locate you, you have black armor!”