This is a system that has been in place for tens of thousands of years throughout the universe, and it is very difficult for us, who have grown up under a just and orderly system, to overthrow it.
To be honest, it's almost impossible for me to create a different kind of justice than that of the angels, yet one that can perfectly manage the order of the universe.
The conflicts between different levels of life and civilizations cannot be resolved by a single decision. There will always be gains and losses. Who gains, and who loses? Is it by force, or by willing sacrifice?
At most, we'll work things out and make some changes that are unique to me, Wang Ji, which is the transformation of justice in the era.
In a sense, my current kindness is the result of the spread of the ideas of kindness and justice by gods and angels over tens of thousands of years.
Similar to what the angel said, she came to Earth thousands of years ago to spread the concept of justice.
Now, the angels wish to place the sword of justice in my hands. This is not a victory for one family or one nation. Although the swordsman has changed, it is still a victory for justice and goodness.
Whether I am an angel or not has little to do with it.
Even from a narrow perspective, these are all victories for me, Wang Ji. It is insufficient to constrain me by the interests of a single family or country.
That would only create more contradictions and conflicts, and even war.
"Virtue and position should be matched, and everyone should find their proper place—this is the future I envision."
Wang Ji took a sip of tea, while Qi Lin looked at her God-like husband, her mind blank.
“A year ago, you weren’t this talkative…” she suddenly remarked, making Wang Ji almost spit out his tea.
He gave her a slightly resentful look, as if he were playing the piano for a silly girl.
"Alright... Finish your tea and get out of here." Qi Lin suddenly snorted again. "Go pick up another beautiful girl. If you add A Si and A Li, you'll have almost a week's worth... Don't come back tonight either. I'm sleeping with A Li."
"Ahem..." Wang Ji coughed lightly, stood up leisurely, and replied, "Don't act like it's your right. There has to be an end to this. Don't help me recruit people, and don't open any doors for me."
Qi Lin chuckled coldly, "I'd rather everyone be like Ali. A hundred of them wouldn't be worth as much as one Tianji King. You're not greedy, but you can't help having feelings for each one... I'll spare you for two days, but you must come back on the third day."
Putting aside others, although she never pursued anything, not to mention Rose Lena, she didn't feel anything even when facing Angel Yan, but when facing the Heavenly King He Xi, for some reason, she subconsciously felt a sense of crisis.
He smoothed his hair, and his words were as gentle as a breeze.
As he departed, Zhongzheng's steps seemed to tread upon the waves of the Sea King.
...
A few minutes later, in another fragrant and beautiful night garden.
Two rattan chairs facing the moonlight.
What are you doing here?
"Is there any tea for me?"
"Pour it yourself."
"Then I won't drink it..."
"..."
He Xi glanced at him speechlessly, watching him take out a kind of black sweet soda from Earth, and still reached out to pick up the teapot and poured him a cup.
“He Xi…” he suddenly said.
"ah?"
"Thank you."
"I...actually...I wanted to say...I'm sorry." She lowered her eyes, and after speaking, she fell silent.
"Well... in that case, let's call it even."
"Um."
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