Chapter 52: My Power of the Milky Way—Let Us Be Friends

Chapter Fifty-Two: I, Power of the Galaxy, Would Like to Make Friends

The young women surrounding him all gazed at him with sparkling eyes, nodding one after another. Now Yunyang felt at ease—this was merely a mistake, nothing to be ashamed of.

“Who is your Guardian Angel, Mister Dreamboat?” The same angel who’d drawn the crowd with her question piped up once again.

“Guardian Angel? I suppose I don’t have one,” Yunyang considered for a moment before answering truthfully.

“No Guardian Angel? Then which subordinate civilization’s superwarrior are you?” asked another angel, this one more mature in appearance.

Clearly, without a Guardian Angel, Yunyang was mistaken for someone from a subordinate civilization. After all, this was Mero Star—only female angels could freely come and go, while male angels and those from subordinate civilizations had to be brought in by an angel.

“I don’t think you could call mine a subordinate civilization. I’m from Earth,” Yunyang replied, believing Earth wasn’t truly an angelic subordinate civilization.

“Earth? Earth Star? Isn’t that the planet the Queen is about to crusade?” another angel asked, her lovely brows furrowing as she pondered.

“Then you must be the Power of the Galaxy, aren’t you?” the mischievous angel exclaimed, as if a realization had dawned.

“Huh? I’m not—” Yunyang wanted to explain that he was not the Power of the Galaxy.

But by now, the angelic young women were already chattering amongst themselves, paying no heed to anything else Yunyang tried to say.

“So this is the Power of the Galaxy.”

“Yanzie’s dreamboat.”

“Silly! She’s the Queen now.”

“He’s actually quite handsome.”

“Yes, yes, how envious I am of Yanzie.”

“He doesn’t look like a loser at all.”

“Maybe he’s just a pretty boy.”

And so on.

High above, Keisha watched Yunyang surrounded by these young angels, a smile playing at her lips. Being the center of attention for so many surely had this fellow floating on air. He needed to be taken down a peg or two—claiming a mistake, was he? Lying is wrong, and deceiving angelic girls is even worse.

Descending from the heavens, she landed lightly beside Yunyang, adopting a look of concern and apology as she addressed him.

“Sorry, I slipped up—a careless mistake. Did it hurt?”

As Keisha landed, the little angels shifted their attention back to Yunyang.

When they heard her mention a slip, realization dawned.

“So that’s what happened! I was wondering how Mister Dreamboat could fly without wings.”

“Hehe, we were almost tricked!” one of the angels teased, sticking out her tongue at Yunyang.

Yunyang glanced around and saw the angels staring at him as if he were a master of deception. He understood now—his reputation in Angel City was ruined, branded as a swindler.

Covering his face with one hand and putting the other on Keisha’s shoulder, he said heavily, “Let’s go. I’ve lost all face.”

“You say go and we go? What about my dignity?” Keisha rolled her eyes, clearly unwilling to carry him off again.

“If you don’t, I’ll reveal your identity—you’ll never get a vacation,” Yunyang whispered, threatening her for the sake of salvaging his reputation.

“Go ahead, I’ll just deny it. Do you think these little angels would believe you?” Keisha replied, unafraid and a bit amused.

“Please, sis, let’s just go,” Yunyang immediately changed his tune to a pleading one.

“That’s better.” She grabbed him by the scruff of his collar, lifting him like a child.

Yunyang wanted to cry—this was utterly humiliating. He needed to do something.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. Since they thought he was the Power of the Galaxy, he might as well play along. Sorry, Ge Xiaolun, borrowing your reputation for a moment.

“Ladies, I am Ge Xiaolun, the Power of the Galaxy! I think you’re all beautiful—let’s be friends!” he shouted.

The angels watching were all left speechless.

So you think we’re pretty—does that help us? Do you think we’d dare compete with the Queen for your attention? And don’t you feel embarrassed shouting like this while being dragged off by your collar?

Yet Yunyang felt a sense of relief—in the stories that would spread through Angel City, the one hauled away by the collar wouldn’t necessarily be him, at least not by name. Though, in truth, it was still him. The thought was painful.

Clutching Keisha’s hand where she held his collar, he pleaded, “I’ve got a grip—could we not do the collar thing?”

Keisha, satisfied at having embarrassed him, relented. After all, few angels were around to see it. She let go, dropping him to the ground with a thud—this time the sound was the soles of his shoes hitting the ground as he landed in front of a castle.

Thanks to his earlier experience, Yunyang adjusted in mid-air, landing smoothly—a perfect score.

“Impressive, learning quickly,” Keisha teased as she drifted down beside him.

Yunyang said nothing, but his stubborn middle finger shot up.

“Ow, ow, ow, I’m sorry, I give in!” he cried as Keisha nearly twisted his finger off.

“Really learned your lesson?”

“I have, I have!” Sweat beaded his brow—he wouldn’t dare protest further.

Releasing his finger, Keisha walked into the castle as if it were her own home.

Rubbing his sore hand, Yunyang followed, unable to hide his aggrieved expression.

“Sit wherever you like, help yourself to a drink from the shelf over there. I’ll have black tea,” Keisha said, settling onto the sofa without any intention of moving, even having the guest make tea for her.

“This is Angel City—I’m the guest here, right?” Yunyang protested, but still obediently set about preparing tea.

He grabbed a small teapot, pinched some tea leaves from a box, and headed to the tap.

After a few steps, he thought he’d used too few leaves, so he went back and added more.

“This is your first brew, isn’t it?” Keisha eyed the floating tea dregs.

“Huh?” Yunyang hadn’t much experience with tea.

Keisha sighed, stood up, and redid the tea herself, adding more water.

“You’re doomed,” she declared, having seen the teapot half-filled with leaves.

“Why?” Yunyang asked, confused.

“Secret,” Keisha replied, her gaze full of pity.

Yunyang had no way to pry the answer from her, but her look of sympathy unsettled him, as if some great horror awaited.

Night was falling outside, yet there was no sunset to be seen. Yunyang was surprised—how odd, Mero Star managed its own light, independent of any sun.

“So we’re just sitting here? I need to get back to Earth,” Yunyang complained. They’d been here drinking tea all day, with not even a snack in sight.

“Yes, we’re waiting for someone,” Keisha replied coolly, sipping her tea.

“Waiting? Everyone thinks you’ve perished—who would come looking for you?” Yunyang felt the whole day had been wasted.

“Who said this was my palace? Yanzie should be living in my old chambers now,” Keisha retorted with a roll of her eyes.

Yunyang glanced at the wrinkled throw pillow in his arms and asked uneasily, “I won’t get in trouble for messing up this pillow, will I?”

“Not for the pillow,” Keisha replied, shooting him a look.

“Then I’m relieved,” Yunyang said, squeezing the pillow a few more times, making it even more creased.

But then he sensed something was off—if not for the pillow, would he still be in trouble? He looked up at the composed Keisha with a puzzled expression.

Keisha met his gaze, then turned her eyes to the teapot.

Yunyang followed her gaze, mystified—there was nothing wrong with the teapot, was there?

At that moment, the sharp sound of high heels clicked across the floor outside—the castle’s master was home. Remembering he might be in trouble, Yunyang stood nervously, eyes on the entrance.

A silver-haired woman entered—her face delicate and refined, features sculpted to perfection, blue eyes tinged with melancholy. Her white palace gown slipped off one rounded shoulder, accentuating her graceful curves.

Yunyang quickly averted his gaze, marveling at her beauty—nearly losing his composure.

The silver-haired beauty gazed at the unexpected pair in her living room, and asked, “Who are you, and why are you here?”

Her castle was rarely visited—being one of the Three Kings, ordinary angels felt pressured in her presence. Only Keisha, her peer, or her student Xiao Zhi Xin visited often.

Realization struck, and she walked over gracefully, poured herself a cup of tea, and sat down, regarding her uninvited guests with quiet composure.

Feeling awkward under her gaze, Yunyang was about to speak—her beauty nearly dazzled his eyes.

Before he could, Keisha nudged him aside and spoke up. “Little White Crane.”

At those words, the silver-haired angel’s expression changed instantly. Was her childhood nickname for anyone to use? Who was this little angel, to tease a King of Heaven?

“Which angel are you? I don’t remember anyone like you in Angel City,” she asked coolly, though she kept her composure.

Ignoring her, Keisha said to Yunyang, “Yunyang, go to the virtual space for now. I need to talk privately with an old friend.”

Understanding that there were things not meant for outsiders, Yunyang took no offense—everyone had secrets, especially a King of Angels.

He nodded, stepped into the virtual space, and didn’t forget to take his unfinished cup of black tea with him.