The Former Bringer of Light

Lu Xi smiled helplessly and thought to himself that in his current state, he was completely naked.

With such eye-catching wings on his back, anyone who saw him would probably think they had encountered an Angel at first glance.

He tried to retract his wings, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only barely fold them together. He could not make them disappear completely.

"Do I have to live with these wings on my back from now on?"

Lu Xi could not help shaking his head. He had a whole pile of problems to deal with right now and simply had no time to worry about that.

His gaze swept across the yard before finally landing on a bedsheet hanging from the clothesline.

A man could endure hardship, but he could not let his brother suffer. Walking around naked in public was far too undignified.

Lu Xi walked over, casually tore down the bedsheet, and quickly wrapped it around his waist like a bath towel.

Then he looked at the large crater on the ground that his fall had created and thought for a moment.

He crouched down and scraped at the surrounding dirt with his hands.

Trying to make the crater less obvious so it would not attract too much attention.

After finishing all that, Lu Xi turned and walked over to the unconscious woman. With a soft sigh, he lifted her onto his back and headed into the house.

It was not because he had any improper intentions.

After all, he was the one who had frightened her unconscious. Leaving her lying at the door like that would have been rather inappropriate.

Besides, having someone collapsed at the entrance was far too conspicuous. It would be terrible if it attracted trouble.

Once inside, Lu Xi placed the woman on the soft sofa, then straightened up and began looking around.

At a glance, he immediately sensed that something was off.

Everything in the room had become extraordinarily clear in his eyes. Even the smallest corners were visible in perfect detail.

Even a mosquito slowly flying through the air.

When Lu Xi focused on it, he felt as though time itself had slowed down.

He could clearly see the mosquito's thin, cicada-wing-like wings trembling slowly, even the translucent patterns on them sharply visible.

But that was not the important part. What mattered was everything he could see.

Whether it was the calendar hanging on the wall or the magazines on the coffee table, the words on them were clearly—English!

"Smack!"

Lu Xi instinctively swatted the annoying mosquito dead against the wall.

Then he rubbed his chin and muttered:

"Looks like this isn't home anymore."

At that moment, the woman on the sofa seemed startled by the sudden slap. Her body jolted, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her gaze gradually focused, and she finally saw Lu Xi standing in the living room.

For a moment, she was dazed, believing she was still trapped in a dream.

To verify it, she gritted her teeth and punched herself hard in the chest.

"Ah, that hurts!"

Along with that cry of pain, she vividly felt the piercing ache.

Watching her punch herself and make her large breasts bounce violently, Lu Xi could not help muttering inwardly:

This woman was really ruthless toward herself.

Only then did the woman finally realize that she was not dreaming.

Her gaze fell upon Lu Xi. His upper body was bare.

Every muscle was as perfect as if meticulously sculpted, his lines smooth and filled with strength.

A somewhat thin bedsheet was wrapped around his lower body, while three pairs of pure white wings rested obediently at his sides.

The light from the crystal chandelier above shone upon him at just the right angle.

It looked as if it had added a sacred halo above his head.

All those features combined made him look exactly like that figure from myth and legend!

The woman's eyes widened, filled with awe, as she asked in a trembling voice:

"Are you an Angel, sir? I... am I dead? Is that why you came to take me to Heaven?"

Lu Xi, who had barely passed CET-6 and had always been poor at studying, found that her English sounded incredibly smooth to him, as though he were hearing his native language.

Lu Xi coughed awkwardly. When he opened his mouth, fluent, magnetic English came out as well:

"Ahem, you're not dead. I ran into a bit of an unexpected situation, so I'd like to ask you for a favor."

The moment she heard that, the woman excitedly sprang up from the sofa.

She slowly circled Lu Xi with curious eyes, as if admiring a priceless treasure.

When she moved in front of him again, she, standing at 167 centimeters, looked up and realized she could not even reach his chin.

She secretly estimated that this Angel had to be at least 188 centimeters tall.

Seeing that she had not spoken for a long time and was merely staring straight at his abs with a hungry gaze, Lu Xi was left somewhat speechless.

Helplessly, he broke the silence:

"Excuse me, is this the United States?"

Only then did the woman snap back to her senses. She nodded repeatedly, her eyes still full of curiosity:

"Yes. Are your wings real?"

At her words, Lu Xi's thoughts shifted. He controlled his six wings and slowly spread them open, then gently flapped them a few times.

In an instant, three pairs of wings with a span of over four meters unfurled.

In the not-so-spacious living room, they stirred up a gentle breeze that made the surrounding curtains flutter softly.

The woman's eyes widened even further at the sight.

Only then did she fully confirm that the three pairs of wings had truly grown from his flesh. They were definitely not some Cosplay props stuck on.

This incredibly handsome man before her, who looked as though he had stepped out of a book of myths, really might be an Angel!

Her voice rose with excitement as she hurriedly asked:

"What do you need help with? As long as it's something I can do, I'll give it everything I have!"

Lu Xi frowned slightly and asked after thinking for a moment:

"Where exactly is this? And what year is it?"

The woman answered without hesitation:

"It's 2008, and we're in New York."

Lu Xi was stunned when he heard that and began pondering in secret.

He clearly remembered that he had originally been in 2025. It seemed he had not only crossed space, but time as well.

He just did not know whether this journey had merely changed the time, or whether even the world he was in had changed.

Just as Lu Xi sank into thought, the woman's crisp voice interrupted him:

"Hey, I'm Daisy Lewis. What's your name? Which Angel are you?"

Daisy studied astrophysics, and much of her usual research was related to myths and legends.

As a result, she knew the names and stories of various mythological figures inside out and was confident she could recognize every legendary character.

Lu Xi said, "My name is Lu Xi."

The woman's eyes lit up, and she said in delighted surprise:

"You're Lucifer—Lucifer Morningstar? The former Bringer of Light, the current King of Hell?"

Lu Xi shook his head and was just about to deny it:

"Uh, I'm not—"

At that moment, a piercing wail of sirens suddenly came from outside.

Immediately afterward, flashing red and blue lights shone through the window glass and onto the walls inside, cutting him off.

Almost at the same time, a fully armed squad burst through the door like ghosts.

Their movements were perfectly coordinated. Their guns swung up in unison, aimed at Lu Xi and Daisy as they shouted:

"Don't move! Drop your weapons!"