The palace of Nuwa, the hall of Nuwa, on the high platform of the throne.
"The genes of the Galactic Force contain angelic elements, but of course, this does not mean that angels possess any rights or privileges inherent in the Galactic Force."
Only the actual units that complete the genetic engineering have natural ownership rights; this is the genetic rule of a god-like civilization.
Of course, God's own will determines God's affiliation; this is the ethics between God and civilization. Bloodline identity, ideological identity, and faith identity—God himself cannot be summarized by cold, hard technology.
The angels' rights to the power of the galaxy, if they must be identified, are those of the male angels. They won't use any of the resources previously invested to fight for anything.
As for the angels' reliance on the Galactic Force, it was indeed the intellectual gene inherent in their male genes.
Angel Yan continued to tell what she wanted to say, only temporarily skipping over the previous interlude, seemingly leaving a blank space.
Wang Ji, on the other hand, fell into deep thought, somewhat doubting his own existence, repeatedly pondering the scenes from the past. What he was thinking about was this blank space.
Of course, this didn't prevent him from hearing Angel Yan's story; multitasking was quite easy for him.
Upon hearing this, he glanced at Angel Yan indifferently, offering neither comment nor affirmation.
He doesn't like acting, and frankly, his opinion of Ge Xiaolun has declined sharply with each incident.
People have varying degrees of closeness and distance, as well as different emotions like joy, anger, and delusion. Only a sage can treat everyone equally; at most, he can achieve relative tolerance.
People often say he's arrogant. Indeed, there are some things he looks down on, some things he disdains to say, and he doesn't even want to be associated with them.
He treated everything with kindness, but in the end, all he received was suspicion and scheming.
"Can you stop looking so dismissive? What did I do to you?" Angel Yan looked at him helplessly. "Give me some reaction, okay? In your eyes now, am I not even as good as your little monster A-Si?"
There was no one else in the hall, thanks to Wang Ji's foresight; otherwise, every word the two spoke would have been a secret, unsuitable for others to hear.
“A-Si has helped me a lot,” Wang Ji said calmly. “Theoretically speaking, if He Xi hadn’t given me new knowledge of the void, in the construction of my foundation, apart from Zizai, only Lena’s contribution to me can be compared with A-Si’s.”
She is indeed only a demigod, but that's only because I don't yet have the third-generation divine body gene for female genes.
You may only see her as a little monster, a fairy, but she's not in my eyes.
Why couldn't Wu Ma, Wei Yang, and Yin Hu, who were beaten so badly, produce weapons like the Wangji Blade, while A Si could easily produce a gold chain?
Why didn't Wang Ji blame A Si even though she watched her three younger brothers being beaten to death without intervening?
For Wang Ji, his main world is not actually on Earth, nor is it with the angels he has been in frequent contact with recently. It is actually with A Si and the others, and A Si is basically his most capable subordinate.
Look how "arrogant" Ah Si is when she talks to him! Actually, she used to be even more casual, which is why Zizai always disliked her. Today, he was truly intimidated by her domineering aura, which is why she was unusually gentle and compliant.
Angel Yan's eyes widened in surprise; she truly hadn't expected to suffer such a setback.
"Okay...can you just talk to me properly?" She was smart enough not to argue with Wang Ji, who was a contrarian by nature.
“Hmm…” Wang Ji leaned against the armrest, rubbing his temples and nodded: “What is there to say? Really… I don’t believe that you angels just took a fancy to this thought gene. There are plenty of good people in the world. You could just grab one at random.”
As expected, she started arguing right away, but Angel Yan was still satisfied. After all, His Majesty the Heavenly King still gave her face.
This donkey, if you don't push it against its natural growth, is not likely to get tangled up.
“Gentle, kind, masculine, and strong,” Angel Yan looked at him, resting her chin on her hand, finally able to chat comfortably: “Each of these qualities is essential, after all, the angels are not expecting a mere soldier or a warrior.”
The leader in the gene series is, of course, the most perfect.
Being powerful, even the most powerful, is certainly crucial. Aren't you always been very pragmatic about things?
“Hmm…” Wang Ji did not refute this point.
He does have a very realistic view of things because he has experienced the most realistic aspects of life.
Romance exists only in a relatively warm and peaceful world; it is beautiful, desirable, and precious.
Strength is the foundation of everything.
"When you were writing... cough, extracting thought genes, did you also add a gene for cowardice and self-preservation?" Wang Ji continued.
Angel Yan was slightly dazed; she subconsciously felt that something was wrong.
However, I didn't think too much about it. Instead, I found his sharp tongue amusing: "You have boundless magical power and know everything, so don't laugh at others... Not everyone grows as fast as you."
Okay... being timid has nothing to do with our angel genes.
However, in the long run, this is not insurmountable. Thought genes can only provide general guidance; they are not a predetermined program. Life itself represents countless possibilities.
Well said.
However, Wang Ji was not interested, and forcing him to discuss these issues would be a waste of his life as the Heavenly King.
He took out his small screen and looked at the gift He Xi had given him. As for the question that seemed to have gone wrong before, Angel Yan was unwilling to talk about it directly, and he was not in a hurry to think about it.
He was also somewhat troubled. He had tried to love Keisha, even with a touch of poignant longing, but now, looking back, it all seemed like absurd...
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