"Heh!"
Leina ruffled his hair with an amused smile. "You little brat, you've got a bit of a sneaky, underhanded streak... Come on, let's go over there and talk about your situation."
"Don't always be so arrogant, kid. Don't think having a little superpower makes you something special. You even want to find a place to be some local emperor... You're way too green."
The sky was clear, the air fresh, and the grass fragrant.
On a small hill, Leina stood with Wang Ji, gazing at the warriors training across the grasslands and forests. Like she was lecturing a little brother, she patted Wang Ji on the shoulder.
With her left hand on her waist, she pointed with her right toward the Super Soldiers displaying their various abilities in the distance. "Look at them—your teammates. If they grew just a little stronger and were sent to intercept you in a special decapitation operation, do you think you could escape?
Probably not, right?"
Wang Ji held the cannonball and watched the people below, each with their own abilities. His eyes shifted slightly, but he said nothing.
Leina smiled faintly and continued, "Of course, that doesn't mean they'd be used against you if you decided to stay. Honestly, what happens on your Earth doesn't have much to do with me personally, and I'm not insisting on changing your wariness.
What I mean is, even in that Country A you wanted to go to, there are plenty of Super Soldiers. They're roughly the Avengers from your movies.
Of course, their Super Genes are fairly ordinary. They aren't as powerful as they were portrayed in your films.
There's Superman, Captain, Blue Giant, and the like.
There's even Iron Man with his Exoskeleton Armor. He really exists.
Of course, nothing too bizarre exists, like Ant-Man.
Their foundation came from some relatively weak God-Making Civilizations."
Wang Ji listened quietly. There was indeed some fluctuation in his eyes, but he did not interrupt Leina's explanation.
"But look at you. Back then, you didn't understand anything, yet you charged straight at them headfirst. You even wanted to go cause trouble on their home turf. If they surrounded and hunted you, do you think you could escape alone?"
Leina shook her head and sighed, wearing the expression of someone looking at a foolish child. "And there'd be missile tracking and special forces. You alone wanted to go to their territory and act like their ancestor—don't you think that's a little too naive?
One missile would blow your scrawny little body to pieces."
"Are there any gods among them?" Wang Ji suddenly asked.
Gods—through his studies and understanding over this period, Wang Ji had gained a rough grasp of what that concept meant.
The most applicable definition of a god today referred to a Super Soldier who could live forever and possessed a Third Generation God Body or higher.
Although First Generation and Second Generation Super Soldiers were sometimes called gods, that was merely a cultural remnant of the God River Civilization and was no longer applicable in this era.
Among the Super Soldiers he had encountered so far, he only knew of four who seemed to be gods.
Crocodile God Soton, Sun Goddess Leina, Nuo Star God of War Liu Chuang, and Galaxy Power Ge Xiao Lun.
There was no need to mention Crocodile God Soton. In Wang Ji's experience, he was a monster that could not be killed even by a Frying Pan, one that supposedly required a God-Slaying Axe to kill.
And he had heard that the two pieces of Crocodile God Soton's corpse had to be dealt with again afterward. Otherwise, there was a chance that his headless body might pick up its own head and grow back together.
As for Sun Goddess Leina, codenamed Light of the Sun, she had called herself a god during that meeting and usually referred to herself as "your goddess."
As for Nuo Star God of War Liu Chuang and Galaxy Power Cheng Yaowen, Wang Ji had only learned of them recently while reading some classified information.
And what had just happened to Ge Xiao Lun had indeed proven that a Third Generation God Body was extraordinary. He had been able to withstand the bombardment of so many Cannonballs.
According to the information in the files, First Generation Super Soldiers absolutely could not withstand such concentrated cannonball fire. Second Generation Super Soldiers would definitely be injured, perhaps even badly injured.
Yet Ge Xiao Lun had endured it like that without a scratch. The defensive power of a Third Generation God Body was clear to see.
And based on Wang Ji's estimates over this period, his Frying Pan probably had no lethal power against a Third Generation God Body.
But when someone's energy was depleted, as with Crocodile God Soton, his Frying Pan could trigger additional effects, such as stunning them.
Or the knockdown effect of a Hand Grenade.
But if he faced a god in normal condition like Leina, he could not judge what effect it would have. Perhaps it would knock her down, perhaps it would not.
But it definitely would not be lethal.
He did not really understand why, but he roughly understood one thing: his little pan was definitely not powerful enough.
It was not a big deal, really. It was a cheap wrought-iron pan that cost a little over ten yuan. He could not expect too much from it.
"A true god? No, there aren't any. The God-Making Civilization watching over them hasn't developed Third Generation God Body technology. Their highest level is only Second Generation Super Soldiers." Leina clearly knew quite a lot and answered Wang Ji's question with certainty.
Wang Ji nodded, then said nothing.
No gods meant there was no problem.
Going by the system's usual pattern, a First Generation Super Soldier should take one hit from the pan, and a Second Generation Super Soldier, two.
He was ninety-eight percent certain.
"So? Now you know what fear is, right?" Seeing that he remained silent, Leina sighed and continued. "At the very least, if more than ten First or Second Generation Super Soldiers surrounded you, even if you were a little faster and had some powerful firearms from an inherited weapons arsenal, you still wouldn't be able to hold them off.
If you took three punches or kicks, or a few blasts, your scrawny little body would be finished. And you still want to talk about finding a place to be emperor?
No matter how fast you run, can you outrun a missile?"
Wang Ji's top speed was only Mach 3, while missiles could easily exceed Mach 10.
So Leina's words were quite fair. With Wang Ji's physical capabilities, which should have been at the First Generation level, if he dared go there and cause trouble, even if he could run, one missile would settle him.
"What's more, the Interstellar Invasion your Earth is about to face is not something your Earth-era weapons can compare to." The goddess spoke earnestly. "You Earthlings have a saying: one thread does not make a cord, and one tree does not make a forest.
Here at the Super God Academy, your superpowers can be brought into full play.
With teammates, everyone's abilities can complement one another, and you can help each other. You'll also receive higher-level technical support, more professional guidance, and exclusive equipment, like the black armor you're wearing.
So overall, stop always thinking about running thousands of miles away after the war is over. Without Second Generation physical capabilities or higher, along with the relevant genetic support, you can't even get into space.
And on the entire Earth, the ones who can help you are your country and the Super God Academy—or aliens you don't really trust.
But by now, you should understand it too. So what if they're aliens? Not all aliens are monsters. Beings like us are called God River Bodies—we count as a species.
Isn't your goddess big sister also an alien?
Hasn't your goddess big sister treated you well?"
Her earnest manner truly made her seem like she was trying to guide a withdrawn young man.
But Wang Ji was left somewhat confused by everything he had heard. He frowned slightly. "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"Um..."
She paused for a moment.
"You're still so young. Don't be in such a hurry to talk about romance."
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