Chapter 201: I Became a Lowly Angel in the Super God Universe, and the Three-Body World

In the Gray Mist Hall, Fist Rojie blinked in surprise.

Am I a newcomer?

Reverse the heavens!

But I’ve only been here twice—so technically, I am a newcomer.

Since he’s an angel-birdman, he might have an extremely long lifespan and has visited the Gray Mist Hall multiple times.

So Fist Rojie decisively extended his hand: “No more talk—let’s get straight to the main course!”

Their fists collided, and memories flooded in like a tide.

Fist Rojie began scanning the other’s memories.

Angel Rojie didn’t cross into a Western fantasy world—he crossed into the Super God Academy world.

He became a lowly angel trash.

Angel Rojie’s crossing happened very early.

At that time, the angel civilization was still under Hua Que’s rule—that is, Hua Ye’s father.

Hua Que founded the old angel civilization, monopolizing all resources; except for his blood relatives, other angels had to queue and draw lots just to get a taste of the broth.

But Hua Que never imagined his own beloved son, Hua Ye, would turn the tables and cast him into the dustbin of history.

After the new king ascended, Hua Ye established the Tiangong Order and led the male angels in a life of debauchery.

The male angels held wild parties by day and breeding sessions by night, living in utter luxury.

Though in his past life as an observer, Angel Rojie despised this.

But his body was honest—he, as a lowly angel trash, happily reaped the benefits of the era.

Still, Angel Rojie retained his survival instinct.

Even though male angels were currently reveling, when Ke Sha eventually overturned the table, they’d all be in deep trouble.

Some would die; others would be exiled.

To avoid being purged, Angel Rojie led a double life, becoming a scholar.

By day, he was the most dazzling party prince of Tiangong, deeply engaging with female angels.

By night, he transformed into a lab workaholic, participating in genetic engineering research.

Of course, he also harbored ambitions to rebel against Hua Ye and usurp the throne as Angel King.

But in Angel Rojie’s view, usurping the throne was merely about making the angel civilization better.

It wasn’t some great evil act.

While other angel trash were scheming how to indulge more wildly, Angel Rojie was fighting for the future of the angel civilization.

Unfortunately, ideals were full-bodied, reality was skeletal.

At that time, the angel civilization hadn’t yet connected with Ji Lan, hadn’t established the Super God Academy.

Genetic engineering research progressed slower than a snail’s crawl.

Even with Angel Rojie, the lab workaholic, pushing hard.

They’d only managed to develop second-generation angel genes.

On the contrary, his emotional relationship with He Xi was progressing well and gradually warming up.

After all, although Angel Rojie also indulged, compared to a bunch of purebred angel trash whose minds were entirely focused on their lower halves, he wasn’t nearly as beastly.

People fear comparison—and angels are no different.

In comparison, Angel Rojie became, in He Xi’s eyes, a delicate white flower.

They often discussed genetic technology in the lab, and without realizing it, began deep exchanges.

In the Gray Mist Hall, Angel Rojie was indeed an elder—at least far more senior than Fist Rojie.

But unfortunately, he rarely encountered other-world versions of himself.

A thousand years ago in the Super God world, Angel Rojie had already arrived at the Gray Mist Hall.

Back then, the hall was empty, filled only with thick, churning gray mist; he searched every corner but found no other Rojie from another world.

Until his last visit to the Gray Mist Hall, Angel Rojie finally met the Rojie who had crossed into the Three-Body world.

And that Three-Body Rojie was the one sitting in the corner, talking with Marvel Rojie.

Just after Fist Rojie finished reading Angel Rojie’s thousand-year life—second only to the Hentai Rojie’s—he felt a mocking gaze.

He looked up: Angel Rojie was elegantly flicking his wings behind him, a teasing smirk on his lips:

“What, kid? Seeing my memories, Itachi’re not impressed with your old senior?”

Fist Rojie instantly bristled, raising his brow defiantly: “Who’s the kid?”

“When I was beating up Boros in my world, Itachi were still hugging champagne in Tiangong!”

“What good is arriving early?”

“If Itachi can’t keep up with the main force, your strength is just roadside trash—better than mine for showing up at the right time.”

Angel Rojie’s gaze sharpened.

He felt a deep sense of frustration—Fist Rojie was right. Though he arrived early, he never encountered the main force; his strength barely improved, and he’d become Three-Body Rojie’s crutch.

If he’d arrived in the Gray Mist Hall and immediately met the main force, Angel Rojie would’ve already punched Hua Ye into oblivion, taken Ke Sha into his harem, and become the Angel King himself.

But how could he show weakness—especially in front of a junior?

The two immediately began bickering, trading barbs, neither willing to yield.

At that moment, Marvel Rojie and Three-Body Rojie approached, clapped them both on the shoulder, and began sharing memories.

Three-Body Rojie arrived in the Gray Mist Hall very young; after sharing memories with Angel Rojie, he returned to the Three-Body world and immediately entered an academic overdrive mode.

While other scientists were losing hair over papers, he boldly plagiarized angel civilization’s technology, slamming papers into top journals every few days.

And this was even after he carefully adapted angel civilization’s theories into existing research systems, avoiding any earth-shattering disruptions.

In just a few years, Three-Body Rojie’s name became permanently linked with “genius,” “light of humanity,” and “Earth’s strongest brain.”

All global scientists believed he might lead humanity into a new era.

When the Wallbreaker Plan launched, Rojie was officially recognized as a Wallbreaker—the fifth, beyond the original four.

Unlike other Wallbreakers who played mysterious games, he was straightforward: “I’m done pretending—I’m researching super genes, creating superhumans, and becoming an angel.”

But no one believed he was serious.

Everyone thought Three-Body Rojie, the Earth’s strongest brain, was just fulfilling his Wallbreaker duty by acting absurdly.

But Rojie didn’t care—he happily used his Wallbreaker privileges to build massive genetic laboratories worldwide and assemble a vast research team.

As for the Dark Forest Faze , the Swordholder—he didn’t care; let Luo Ji handle it.

The Swordholder wasn’t a good job anyway.

Carrying a weapon button day and night, constantly anxious—how could that compare to the joy of researching genes?

In Three-Body Rojie’s mind, better to replicate angel genes than waste time on deterrence games.

Then humanity could evolve on the spot.

And maybe, someday, he’d meet another version of himself in the Gray Mist Hall who’d become powerful in another world.

Or when Angel Rojie finally developed the Holy Body and Void Engine.

Then he’d cross the star seas and punch out the Three-Body people’s three suns.

Too many suns?

Hmph—then none of them will be needed!

(End of Chapter)