Gabriel

Ye Su's gaze pierced through the void, his divine thought instantly covering the entire Martial Soul Hall before locking onto the depths of the Heaven Dou Empire's imperial palace.

A sixteen-year-old golden-haired "youth" was speaking eloquently in the court, every gesture exuding the elegant bearing of the Heaven Dou Crown Prince.

"Xue Qinghe..." Ye Su's lips curled slightly. He withdrew his divine thought and turned to Bibi Dong. "My child, I sense a lost angel playing a ridiculous role among the mortals."

Bibi Dong trembled at his words, a flicker of complex emotion passing through her eyes.

Even though her soul had been purified, thinking of that girl carrying Qian Xunji's bloodline still sent a pang of pain through her. She unconsciously gripped her scepter, knuckles turning white. "The Lord means... Xue Qinghe?"

"Bring her to me." Ye Su's voice carried an authority that brooked no refusal. "It is time for this angel who has fallen into the mortal world to return to the Divine Seat."

Bibi Dong knelt on one knee, her golden hair cascading down to obscure her unreadable expression. "But Xue Qinghe's identity is special. Taking her away rashly might provoke unnecessary conflict."

"Lucifer." Ye Su cut her off. "I understand your intent, but the God has descended. You need not concern yourself with worldly matters. Just do as I say."

Bibi Dong's shoulders shook, and she immediately changed her tone. "This subordinate will make the arrangements at once."

After Bibi Dong withdrew, Ye Su accidentally unlocked the system's mute function and immediately heard the system's explosive voice: [Host! Qian Renxue is currently the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire! Making her abandon that identity to come to Martial Soul Hall—this plot is way too broken, isn't it?]

Ye Su sneered. "System, my only task is to farm Favorability. Screw the plot! Stop meddling. I am God. What I say goes."

[Do you really think this will earn you Favorability? Or are you planning to brainwash Qian Renxue and turn her into your simp too? This plot doesn't make sense!]

"I told you, stop meddling in God's business!"

One day later.

Ye Su sat upright on the throne in the Pope's Palace, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest. He rested with his eyes closed, but his divine thought had already spread across the entire Martial Soul City, quietly waiting for that "lost angel" to arrive.

The hall doors slowly pushed open. A white-robed "Xue Qinghe" entered the great hall under Bibi Dong's guidance. The sixteen-year-old girl's disguise was impeccable; every movement carried the Crown Prince's elegant composure, save for a trace of barely perceptible vigilance hidden deep in her azure eyes.

"Esteemed Lord." Qian Renxue gave a slight bow, her voice clear and youthful like a boy's. "May I ask what urgent matter prompted this sudden summons?"

On the way here, she had already heard tales of this Lord's deeds, but she didn't fully believe them. Instead, she felt a hint of wariness.

How could a god truly descend into the world? It defied all reason!

Ye Su slowly opened his eyes. Golden light swirled in his pupils like the radiance of a galaxy. He did not answer. Instead, he gently raised his hand, and a pure white light suddenly enveloped the entire hall.

Qian Renxue's body stiffened. She was shocked to discover that her disguise was rapidly fading.

Golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Her delicate features reverted to a young girl's form. Even her clothes transformed into a pure white gauze dress under the divine light.

"This is...?!" She instinctively stepped back half a pace, her Martial Soul instantly manifesting. The phantom of a Six-winged Angel flickered faintly behind her.

"Gabriel." Ye Su's voice seemed to come from ancient times, carrying the vicissitudes of crossing ages. "How much longer will you remain lost in the mortal world?"

Qian Renxue's pupils contracted. "What are you talking about? What Gabriel?"

"My child." Ye Su gently shook his head. With a flick of his fingertip, a massive golden formation suddenly appeared beneath Qian Renxue's feet.

Countless memory fragments rose from the formation, spinning and dancing around her—scenes she had never seen yet felt inexplicably familiar:

In the pure white Garden of Heaven, a Six-winged Angel held a lily, standing reverently beside the Divine Seat;

During the holy war, the angel wielded a sword of light, clearing all obstacles for the deity;

Finally, the fall into the mortal world, the angel casting one last tearful glance back at the Heavenly Kingdom...

"These... impossible..." Qian Renxue trembled as she reached out to touch those memory fragments. With every contact, a powerful sense of familiarity slammed into her soul.

Ye Su slowly descended from the throne. With each step he took, a golden lotus bloomed beneath his foot.

He arrived before Qian Renxue and gently cupped her face. "My dear Gabriel, you descended to the mortal world to deliver divine oracles, yet in the long cycle of reincarnation, you forgot your mission."

Qian Renxue felt a wave of dizziness. She wanted to refute him, but deep down, she found herself yearning to believe these words.

The Six-winged Angel Martial Soul manifested fully beyond her control. Its pure white wings trembled lightly, as if responding to the deity's call.

"Look at your Martial Soul, Gabriel." Ye Su's voice was gentle yet majestic. "This is no mortal inheritance. It is proof of your angelic nature."

Bibi Dong stood to the side, her eyes filled with complex emotions. So that person's bloodline was actually an angel's reincarnation. No wonder the Lord wanted to see her.

"I..." Qian Renxue's gaze began to blur. Those fabricated memory fragments were gradually merging into her consciousness. "Am I really... an angel?"

You're not, buddy just made up a lie for you!

Those memory fragments just now were entirely fabricated lies Ye Su created using the system's abilities. This kind of lie was terrifying, but breaking it was simple. All one had to do was firmly believe in oneself the moment the lie took hold, and the truth would be revealed.

But how could mere Qian Renxue possibly break through God's lie?

A barely perceptible smile curved at the corner of Ye Su's mouth. He released his hold, stepped back, and spread his arms. "Then, my dear Gabriel, are you willing to return to the Divine Seat?"

Suddenly, the entire hall blazed with brilliant light. Countless pure white feathers drifted down from the sky.

Qian Renxue unconsciously stepped forward. Her six wings spread wide, and her entire being was bathed in Holy Light. She felt an unprecedented power awakening within her—an energy far purer and stronger than soul power.

[Ding! Qian Renxue Favorability +30%. Current Favorability: 30%.]

The system's prompt rang in Ye Su's mind. The golden light in his eyes blazed even brighter.

This carefully woven lie was only just beginning. He would make this "angel" completely submit to the glory of God.

"From this day forth, you shall reclaim your true name, Gabriel." Ye Su's voice was as solemn as a divine oracle. "As Gabriel's reincarnation, you will exercise divine authority and spread the faith. There is no need to disguise yourself as another nation's Crown Prince. As my angel, you should see the world with your own eyes."

Coming back to herself, Qian Renxue knelt on one knee. Her wings folded gently, and an unprecedented look of loyalty appeared on her face. "I shall obey the divine will."

At that moment, a golden cross mark suddenly appeared on her forehead, and the Six-winged Angel martial soul underwent a startling transformation—its wings grew from six to eight, each feather flowing with sacred radiance.

Ye Su watched this with satisfaction, knowing he had gained another loyal "angel."

Off to the side, Bibi Dong observed Qian Renxue's transformation, the emotions in her eyes growing increasingly complex and unreadable.

This lie about past and present lives was quietly altering the trajectory of everyone's fate.

Ye Su naturally noticed the look in Bibi Dong's eyes, but he only let out a light sigh—knots like this would take time to untie.

Besides, compared to his grand ambitions, when couldn't such a small matter be resolved?