Chapter 39

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It wasn't much, but it was something.

Leon strolled out of the grand hall in a good mood, with Keisha following him like a loyal guardian angel. Though the Sky Blade was a battleship, it was much more than a mere weapon. It was also a sanctuary for angels, who infused beauty into every aspect of life.

The ship itself resembled a cross, with immense skylight wings stretching from its sides. Between them lay a vast, magnificent city. Its architecture was breathtakingly imaginative, like something out of a dream. Castle-like structures seamlessly blended with roads, parks, mountains, rivers, waterfalls, and fields of flowers, creating a unique and self-sustaining ecosystem. There were birds, butterflies, and other creatures—so lifelike, even in the harshest corners of space, this environment could flourish on its own.

The city had its own day and night cycles, and living here felt like being immersed in the beauty of nature itself.

Standing at the top of the steps outside the main hall, gazing at the mesmerizing city before him, Leon felt a sense of awe. Angels were indeed artists, embedding beauty into everything they touched. This wasn't just a human concept of beauty; it was a universal one, something any race or civilization could appreciate.

He couldn't help but be intoxicated by the sight.

"It's hard to imagine just how spectacular and beautiful Sky Blade truly is," Leon murmured, taking in the sight.

Keisha stood silently beside him, her eyes shimmering.

"Keisha, use Sky Blade to gather information on this universe, but keep it hidden. We can't risk exposure," Leon instructed.

"Yes, Captain!" Keisha responded promptly.

Leon's gaze deepened. The Sky Blade battleships were at the pinnacle of science and technology in this universe. If the top civilizations discovered them, they would undoubtedly attempt to steal or destroy them. Each of those civilizations had strength beyond imagination. Leon wasn't arrogant enough to think one Sky Blade could stand against the entire universe.

After giving his instructions, Leon focused his mind. Activating the wormhole technology, he returned to his original spot deep in the Ural Mountains.

He glanced around, now equipped with one of the angels' basic abilities: the Eye of Insight, courtesy of the celestial computer. This ability allowed him to perceive information on the dark plane, revealing details at the genetic level about his surroundings. Only people or Gods of immense power could interfere with the Eye of Insight.

The entire landscape of the Ural Mountains became clear in his mind. Looking up, he spotted a plane flying 30,000 feet above. Instantly, he could access all the information—from the captain to the flight attendants, and even the passengers.

If he wanted to, Leon could easily lock onto the aircraft and control it through Sky Blade No. 7, crashing it on the spot. In that moment, he fully grasped just how primitive the technology of lower civilizations was compared to the angelic civilization. A single thought could send humanity's technological advancements back to the Stone Age. It was like comparing an ant to an elephant.

He gave a brief moment of silence for human civilization, then quickly adjusted his mindset—after all, he was the elephant now.

In high spirits, Leon transformed into golden particles and reappeared at the wooden villa. Inside, it was lively. Alina sat with Clarice, who had finally emerged from her dark mood, and a few others on the sofa watching anime on a tablet. The kids huddled together, their cheeks pressing against each other, occasionally making sounds of excitement. Others were watching TV, playing billiards, showing off their skills, or sparring in a corner.

The villa itself had been expanded significantly, now covering over a thousand square meters—more than enough space for the large family. Two playful little sables darted around the room, running straight into Leon's legs as he entered. The small creatures nearly bumped their heads, but upon seeing him, they squeaked and quickly scurried up his pants, settling on his shoulders and rubbing their soft, furry heads against his cheeks. They were irresistibly cute.

Leon casually petted them for a moment, greeting everyone as he made his way to the fridge. Grabbing a cold drink, he sat down on the sofa, feeling content.

Next to Leon, Wanda and Natasha were flipping through a manual Hank had brought.

"Where did you go?" Natasha asked casually, glancing at him.

Leon took a sip of his drink, his eyes on the TV. "Just went for a walk," he replied nonchalantly.

Suddenly, something on the news caught his attention. He raised an eyebrow at what the female host was saying.

"Dreykov is dead?"

Natasha and Wanda immediately turned their heads to the TV. The news anchor was reporting on a car explosion in Brazil. Dreykov, a wealthy man, had just closed a deal with another industrial magnate when the explosion killed him and his bodyguard yesterday afternoon.

"Finally, he's dead," Sergei, who was sitting on the nearby sofa, muttered while scrolling through his phone, not particularly invested in the news.

Natasha's expression grew complicated. The man responsible for her traumatic childhood was gone. Was she happy? Relieved? Perhaps a little of both. And even that was because she caused his end.

Wanda, always observant, sensed Natasha's inner conflict. She leaned over and said softly, "If you need to go see for yourself, we're your family. We'll be with you."

"Maybe, I'll do that," Natasha responded, exhaling a quiet sigh.