“You all mostly have the Deno gene—things like the Deno Spear, Deno Dagger, Deno War God, and so on.” Lauren reached for a bag of chips, tore it open, stuffed some into her mouth, and spoke amid the crunching sounds: “Grace has the Spacetime Rose gene, with the ability to create wormholes and alter space. In some ways…”

Lauren looked at Kevin Clark with clear disdain and said, “He’s quite similar to this Matthew Parker guy. Only, this Parker is terrified of being poor, oh, and he can move any object he can lift (living or dead), but this Parker can’t open wormholes as easily.”

“Xiao Qi is stronger than me,” Grace Davis said with a complicated expression. “I have a load when opening wormholes, and the distance is limited. To let an object pass through a wormhole, I have to be able to calculate it first. Right now, I can’t even get a mouse through a wormhole—I haven’t mastered the necessary biological knowledge yet.”

At this moment, Kevin Clark slightly raised his head, looking all smug and proud.

“Xiao Qi can ignore distance, as long as he knows the exact coordinates to… to… uh, teleport?” Grace Davis made no effort to hide her jealousy. “He doesn’t even need to calculate the structure of the object. If he could carry the Earth, I’d suspect he could teleport the whole planet with him.”

Eric Bennett had been examining himself just now. After Grace Davis finished, he pointed at himself in disbelief and said, “My ancestor is Zhao Yun, the Zhao Yun with the white horse and silver spear! Am I not a native human of Blue Star? How am I connected to this Deno Spear thing? Or was my ancestor actually a Deno person?”

“Blue Star did have a pantheon, just not many people cared, at least there’s no record in the Lieyang knowledge base (actually, there is).” After warning everyone not to interrupt, Lauren kept munching on her chips, her words a bit muffled: “A planet without a main god, or rather, a civilization without a main god. In this universe, pre-core civilizations were still protected by the order of the angel race. Once you break through the pre-core stage, you’ll see how cruel the universe really is!”

“Even having gods isn’t enough,” John Harris said, looking at Lauren. When she glared at him, he quickly looked away and mumbled, “You have to have a main god. Without one, you can’t withstand an invasion from a civilization that does. The destructive power of a main god… has already been demonstrated on D-Star.”

“Wait, um… John, are you really some kind of prince?” Eric Bennett had always thought John Harris was joking, and asked in surprise, “You weren’t kidding?”

“Ah, let’s not talk about that.” John Harris showed a simple, honest smile. “That was a long time ago. D-Star… is long gone. Now I’m just the son of a farmer on Blue Star, a farmer who dropped out before finishing middle school.”

“You guys!” Lauren was furious. “Enough, enough! Stop interrupting! You’re making it impossible for this goddess to finish her story!”

Everyone started joking and laughing, bantering and having a great time.

After they all split up, Brian Carter stuck to Grace Davis again.

The other guys each went off to find their own targets.

“Here.” Lauren handed a jar sealed with paper to Kevin Clark, with the character ‘peach’ written on it. “Don’t say this goddess doesn’t take care of you. Three thousand years old, just this one jar—selling the whole Blue Star wouldn’t buy it.”

Kevin Clark was momentarily stunned, shaking his head and waving his hands. “Didn’t I already pay for the ticket?”

“Just take it when I give it to you.” Lauren tossed the wine jar over, completely unconcerned. “Mark Parker says you’re very special—more special than any god, angel, demon, or whatever in the known world. Anyway, more special than any creature. Just think of this as your goddess getting in good with you in advance, bribing you.”

“I’ll take it, then.” Kevin Clark put the wine jar into his storage space and smiled. “You guys keep talking about angels and stuff. Are there really angels? Where are they? Do they really have big white feathered wings?”

“They’re all women, not men.” Lauren didn’t care at all about the dirty ground and sat right next to Kevin Clark. “All angels are female, and every one of them is insanely hot. They love wearing miniskirts and always fly in the sky, with those long legs… so white and shiny, they could blind you stinky Matthew Parker guys!”

“Oh.” Kevin Clark pictured it in his mind: beautiful angels spreading their wings and flying in the sky, wearing miniskirts with no safety shorts underneath. Oh my, he started drooling. Lauren smacked him on the back, and he quickly put on a serious face: “Long legs, miniskirts, and all that—I’d never want to look. And even if I did, I’d only want to look at you, boss…”

The next second, Kevin Clark was sent flying with a slap.

The pavilion fell silent for a moment, then the noise resumed as if nothing had happened. No one bothered to check if Kevin Clark was dead.

Of course, Kevin Clark wasn’t dead—otherwise, the story would be over. He didn’t even feel hurt. Just as he was about to get up, a thunderous boom echoed from the sky.

Above the horizon—or rather, outside Earth’s atmosphere—a spatial node of unknown origin appeared. Countless invisible substances and elements were being drawn in, and an unidentified object, like a black hole, expanded from the size of a pinhole, growing larger and larger.