Super God: One Punch and You’re Dead

All that remained in her heart was a sense of melancholy.

An inexplicable sense of loss, along with the faintest pang of heartache.

The angel’s beautiful figure, exquisite face, and pure white wings complemented the blue sky and emerald clouds.

Combined with the refined gentleman, there was a tenderness in his eyes unlike anything before, and even his cold features carried a trace of gentleness.

But.

That tenderness was not for her, not for Enixid.

Enixid suppressed the emotions in her heart. As the Queen of the Holy Ailan Empire, she had to maintain her dignity, strength, and coldness.

She could not turn herself into a ball of flame.

Even for the love she longed for, Enixid could only stand still and watch that… figure she yearned for from afar.

The clamor.

The laughter.

The cheers.

They rang endlessly in her ears. This victory belonged to every warrior of the Holy Ailan Empire, to the Flame God’s overwhelming triumph, and to Angel Yan’s Nirvana Rebirth.

Angel Yan, reborn through Nirvana Rebirth, was even more graceful and captivating. It was a temperament beyond the reach of mortals, a bearing no prophecy could describe.

There was only one figure in her eyes.

"I am willing to become your Guardian Angel, to love what you love and think what you think."

"To bear pain for you and endure hardships with you."

"Whether in poverty or wealth, whether lowly or noble."

"Whether in chaotic times or forsaken even by the gods, I am willing to draw my sword and fight for you, to fold my wings for you.

Never to leave or abandon you, until eternity."

Angel Yan gazed at Lin Yan as she recited the oath once more.

The ripples stirring in her heart this time made the angel flush. Once again, she strengthened that conviction in her heart.

Once her heart belonged to someone.

It would be forever.

Angels’ unwavering fidelity was not merely something they said.

They would bear witness to it over thousands, even tens of thousands, of years.

Lin Yan smiled faintly, his gaze drifting somewhat unnaturally in another direction.

It happened to meet Enixid’s eyes.

"What?"

"Are you dissatisfied with having only me as your Guardian Angel? Queen Enixid will become an angel too. Don’t tell me you’re eyeing her as well?"

"Heh."

Lin Yan remained unmoved.

He caught a strong scent of jealousy. He had not expected that even an angel who had always been aloof, seemingly detached from worldly affairs and without desires, could harbor the thoughts of a young girl.

And with such delicate feelings, she was truly somewhat endearing.

He leaned down slightly.

With Angel Yan

so close at hand.

His warm breath brushed against Angel Yan’s neck. In an instant, her thoughts were thrown into disarray, and she retreated in panic.

Th-this man was too detestable! What was hateful was that in the known universe, no one had ever dared tease an angel like this. Faced with the cold Lin Yan,

Angel Yan launched a counterattack.

She lifted her eyes proudly.

Silver radiance flickered.

"Let me see… Tsk, Queen Enixid really has taken a liking to you.

I really don’t know why a queen would fall for you. Well, you are the Flame God! But surely she didn’t fall in love with you at first sight, did she?"

A trace of surprise flashed through Angel Yan’s eyes.

That… Enixid had founded the Holy Ailan Empire. Clad in battle armor, she had fought across every land, brave and invincible—the Queen herself! She possessed peerless beauty, yet her body was stronger than even the fiercest warriors.

Compared with songs and dancing in peaceful times.

Enixid was better suited to the battlefield.

"If Enixid becomes the King of Angels one day, perhaps she truly will become your Guardian Angel in the name of the King of Angels."

"What? Are you looking forward to that?"

"However…"

Angel Yan said with slight hesitation.

"I am your first Guardian Angel. That will never change.

Even after seas turn to mulberry fields and hundreds of millions of years have passed, I will still be your first Guardian Angel."

Such stubbornness! Lin Yan could not help being moved.

He gazed at the somewhat bashful Angel Yan, truly unable to understand how this angel, already 7.

0 years old, could still be so innocent.

Like a shy girl of fifteen or sixteen.

Her first stirrings of love.