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"Yes, yes, the savior angel is clearly the Lord's choice!"
"Lord Michael is so powerful, he will definitely be able to complete his atonement sooner than us."
……
From the perspective of these angels, their judgment was largely correct. Even Michael had lost his glory, which naturally proved that the savior angel was the correct archangel.
"Damn it! There's no savior at all..."
Michael's roar got stuck in his throat.
The instant his soul contract took effect, a long-lost radiance suddenly flowed back into his body. Though faint as a candle flame in the wind, it was indeed the power that truly belonged to him!
Even his body seemed to regain a touch of glory.
"this"
Michael's pupils suddenly dilated.
He looked down at the faint golden light flickering in his palm, his voice filled with doubt and surprise. Could this absurd contract truly be the will of God? Was the Lord testing him in this way?
"How so? Ian's Greatest Tech Group never forces angels to work."
Madison, biting her pen cap, blinked, waiting for his answer. Michael took a deep breath, suddenly becoming unusually calm: "I don't want to entertain the world with my singing."
He is certainly not stupid.
The problem has been recognized.
However, they still wanted to maintain some basic principles.
The archangel's change was so swift that even Madison was momentarily stunned.
What other talents do you have?
Madison clutched her little notebook again, which was filled with many magical symbols she had made up herself. Only she could understand them, and they had no real magical significance.
It's purely for aesthetics, for decoration.
"I'm very good at fighting."
Michael got up from the ground and responded in a deep voice.
"There aren't any high-paying mercenary jobs right now, let's wait a bit longer. Do you have any other talents?" Madison took out his phone and searched for a while before shaking his head in rejection.
Upon hearing this, Michael remained silent for a moment.
"I will also punish sinners."
His voice was slightly stubborn. After all, compared to the other angels who had some talent, how could the most powerful angel, as the vice-ruler of heaven, possibly have any human skills?
“Well, that works too. Dark web streaming is still streaming!” Madison pondered for a moment and found a suitable path for Michael. She clearly had a more flexible mind than Ian.
The decision to have Michael stream his AisiAim tutorials on the dark web might even spark discussions about gender diversity. The little delinquent harbors a true demon within.
Unfortunately, Michael, who had lost his power, could not sense it.
but.
"I don't want to do a live stream!"
He himself resisted the act of pleasing mortals. Unlike other angels who conformed to the arrangement, this vice-ruler of heaven still believed that humans were merely pets kept by God.
How could he, as the son of God, possibly please a pet?
“But Ian only planned two routes—and I can’t find any new tracks either.” Madison flipped through her notebook with a puzzled look, realizing that she had also been exposed to areas where she was unfamiliar with the subject.
Fortunately, this predicament didn't last too long.
"I'll go tighten the screws!"
Michael practically roared those words, his handsome face contorting for a moment. The dignified Vice-King of Heaven would rather work on a factory assembly line than smile in front of a camera!
"Alright alright."
Michael was finally assigned to screwing in screws, just as he had hoped. Madison, though looking disappointed, still registered him and handed him a copy of "The Screwman's Handbook: From Beginner to Master".
[Once you looked down upon all living beings from heaven, now you need to experience human suffering firsthand. Bowing your head is not a humiliation, but a feeling of entering the world, and incidentally, it's also to avoid being hit on the head by falling parts... This book aims to help all newbies quickly adapt to assembly line work and achieve the leap from "Trainee Ordinary Screwdriver" to "Super Heaven Level 10 Fitter Grandmaster" as soon as possible!]
The content is only a few hundred thousand words.
This is an impromptu creation by the great writer Ian.
There are hundreds of different levels for the angels to ascend to—clearly, Ian has also used some game design techniques, which he believes will have a positive impact.
The other angels were also very interested in this.
Only the archangel's expression changed continuously.
"..."
Michael's knuckles turned white as he gripped the manual, barely managing to refrain from tearing it up on the spot. Just as he was about to turn and leave, a screeching sound of brakes interrupted the farce.
A rusty truck was parked crookedly in front of the ruins.
"It's here, it's here."
Jordan jumped out of the passenger seat and dusted himself off.
What about the shipping cost?
He reached out to Madison for money.
Madison looked at the dilapidated truck.
"Ian clearly booked a large bus. You even take a cut from your own brother's money?" The young delinquent didn't immediately take out her money, but instead looked at Ian's second brother in disbelief.
"At this point, where am I supposed to rent a large bus? No normal person would dare to go to Gotham right now," Jordan said, rolling his eyes in a self-righteous tone.
His words were not without merit.
Running through Gotham late at night.
It's obviously a trap to rob someone.
Not to mention the disaster that happened in Gotham today. Everyone knows that Gotham is in a terrifying situation, so only superheroes are not afraid of being infected by the mysterious virus.
In this regard.
After thinking about it for a while, Madison also felt that it made sense.
“A large truck and a large bus can’t be the same price.” Madison scoffed, counted out a stack of bills, carefully counted them, and then had the math-savvy Angel count them again before handing them over to Jordan.
“Ian said I can take a small commission.” Jordan took the money, skillfully pulled out half and stuffed it into his pocket, then turned and handed the rest to Black Lightning in the driver’s seat.
"No, can't you hide it from me a little bit?" Black Lightning, an obscure superhero from Metropolis, stared speechlessly at this blatant act of corruption.
Jordan felt no shame whatsoever.
"This is the commission I deserve. In the 21st century, the most important thing is access to resources. But this has provided you with an opportunity to supplement your family income. You should thank the Metropolitan Superheroes Designated Guild."
He patted Black Lightning on the shoulder, feigning profundity. The Kent family has many talented people, like Ian, who wants to create a new Justice League, and Jordan, who secretly established the Superhero Guild.
"..."
Black Thunder's lips twitched a few times.
He looked back in the rearview mirror and saw Madison beckoning the angels to climb onto the cargo container. Because his wings were folded, Black Lightning only saw a group of handsome men and beautiful women.
A few people were still whispering about "atonement points".
"Is this really something Superman arranged for you? To resettle these refugees?" Black Lightning asked suspiciously, mainly because he didn't think Gotham had such seemingly innocent residents.
"Of course."
Jordan nodded without changing his expression. The Kent family has many superheroes, he didn't say which one, but even if his dad caught him, he would get away with less of a beating for lying than Ian.
Ian doesn't tell the truth.
Jordan is always telling the truth.
“I’ll go and ask Superman for confirmation!” Black Lightning doesn’t actually have much of a chance to see Superman, but that doesn’t stop him from being cautious. Ever since the investigation into smuggling led to the CIA, he’s been very careful.
The truck wobbled and swayed as it drove toward the bridge connecting Gotham and Metropolis.
Black Thunderbolt kept his ears perked up, listening intently.
He overheard the little girl behind the cargo container teaching the refugees how to work efficiently. The more he listened, the more uneasy he felt, as if he were aiding and abetting a few children in human smuggling.
Black Thunderbolt felt a little panicked.
Unfortunately, Jordan stopped talking after getting on the bus.
He caught a glimpse of the boy in the passenger seat browsing the Amazon shopping platform.
"What are you doing?" The obscure superhero broke the eerie atmosphere, but Jordan simply covered his phone screen and shook his head frantically with a guilty look on his face.
"It's just online shopping, it's normal, everyone shops online." Jordan declined to reveal that he was looking for a girlfriend, but he was also looking forward to no longer being confined to the small Holy Grail.
What is all about realism?
Imported silicon-based.
A life-size replica of a real person.
Those advertising slogans thrilled Jordan.
"Don't get distracted while driving. Many car accidents are caused by a lack of focus while driving," Jordan reminded Black Lightning, and the atmosphere fell silent again.
Only Madison, inside the freight car, continued to frantically describe to the angels how treacherous the human world was, drawing upon his knowledge of Hollywood.
"Those government officials like to keep traffic angels in District 51. The stray angels are all captured and used for experiments. Only our official employees can get protection!"
"Even if you go out and kick a dog, there will be terrifying assassins chasing you, or kidnapping you to an island and forcing you to play a battle royale game."
"Hey, don't get so scared that you start shedding your feathers. If you start shedding your feathers now, you won't have a chance to exchange them for Paradise Points in winter."
Madison was clearly very concerned about the condition of the angels' feathers.
After all, Ian had promised to give her a down jacket as a year-end bonus in the winter—and so the truck drove back to the metropolis in this eerie atmosphere.
"So it really is about resettling refugees?"
Black Lightning didn't feel a little relieved until the car stopped in front of an apartment building and he watched Madison lead the group of "refugees" through the check-in process in an orderly manner. Especially when a beautiful girl earnestly asked, "What's the dorm's WiFi password?", he finally dispelled his terrifying suspicion that "the Kent family is going to open a slave plantation."
“There’s no fixed number for the Wi-Fi password. To prevent others from using your Wi-Fi, all you need to do is praise Ian to the router ten thousand times.” Madison thought this made perfect sense.
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