Kevin Clark couldn’t help but freeze.

Damn, men aren’t allowed in here? No one had told Kevin Clark about this before, not even which areas were off-limits.

The angel who had just spoken shouted coldly, “State your name!”

“Wandering Richard.” Wandering Richard was now nothing like usual, standing up straight, hands placed at his lower abdomen, looking extremely proper: “Please inform your queen that she knows who I am and will be willing to meet with us.”

“Mr. Richard, you never said there were any restricted areas here—are you setting me up?” Kevin Clark looked at the angels, who still appeared murderous and imposing. “Let’s be clear, if there’s any danger, I’m running right away.”

Wandering Richard lowered his voice as much as possible: “Remember to take me with you.”

Kevin Clark: “……”

The angel in charge of communication had her own name; she was called Blake. According to angelic custom, outsiders must use a prefix when addressing an angel, so she was called Angel Blake.

Angel Blake placed her hand next to her ear, as if communicating with someone.

She must have received some instructions, because Angel Blake waved her hand at the other angels, and most of them quickly flapped their wings and left.

The City of Angels was enormous—at least as large as a continent on Blue Star, and the palace alone might cover more area than a province in the great eastern nation of Blue Star.

Kevin Clark had learned a bit from Wandering Richard: the place they were in wasn’t even considered part of the City of Angels; the land beneath their feet was more like the outskirts.

No wonder that when he looked back, he saw a bottomless void.

It really was a void, because the City of Angels wasn’t a planet. It was a collection of massive floating super-islands, somehow suspended in the vacuum of space, orbiting a star.

The reason they could breathe was that the City of Angels had created its own ecosystem with extremely advanced technology, and the entire city was protected by a shield.

With no ozone layer, Kevin Clark only had to look up to see the starry river formed by countless stars—he could see not just the light from stars and galaxies, but even nebulae like cosmic dust.

Kevin Clark and Wandering Richard stood under the watchful eyes of many angels for what must have been five or six hours. Kevin Clark’s legs were going numb before Angel Blake finally made a new move.

“Super God Academy?” Angel Blake’s attitude was rather hostile, almost sneering, her eyes behind the mask fixed on Wandering Richard as she said, “The queen does not wish to see you.”

Kevin Clark glanced at Wandering Richard, unable to help but stomp his foot. The soles of his feet and other places felt like they were being gnawed by countless bugs, or as if he’d been electrocuted—each step was so unbearably tingly he almost groaned out loud.

Wandering Richard gave a wry smile, shuffled over like a little thief, and slipped a paper notebook to Kevin Clark.

“?” Kevin Clark instinctively caught it and glanced at the cover: “Feasibility Report on Blue Star Joining the Order of Justice—what the heck?”

Angel Blake’s gaze shifted to Kevin Clark, her voice not quite as icy—at least she didn’t sneer before speaking: “This… male god? Our Angel Ashley would like to meet you.”

Kevin Clark watched as Angel Blake, who still hadn’t asked his name, finished speaking and took off into the air. Many angels followed, while the rest stayed behind, apparently to keep an eye on Wandering Richard. He stood there, a bit bewildered.

“What are you standing around for?” Wandering Richard said slyly, “Go after them.”

Kevin Clark replied irritably, “I can’t fly!”

Those angels—they were flying, weren’t they? And heading toward a floating island high above.

“How can you be so dumb!” Wandering Richard reminded him, “You can’t fly, but you can teleport. Just teleport to a higher spot, land, and then teleport again.”

What kind of suggestion was that?

But at the moment, it seemed like this was the only way Kevin Clark could keep up with the angels.

What happened next left the angels both shocked and speechless. They didn’t see Kevin Clark open any micro-wormholes, yet every time, he managed to appear in a different spot in the next instant.

In front of the girls—especially a group of angel girls—since he’d been called a male god, Kevin Clark felt he had to act the part. He made sure to keep his composure, even when in free fall, keeping his arms crossed over his chest and falling straight down, never flailing.

However, Kevin Clark’s idea of a “male god” and Angel Blake’s understanding of the term were spelled and pronounced the same, but meant completely different things.

Free-falling the whole way wasn’t going to work. Kevin Clark really couldn’t keep it up much longer. Seeing that they seemed to be heading for the floating island above, he simply teleported to a certain height, got a clear look at the island’s structure, and then teleported again to a pavilion on that floating island.