Chapter 26: The King of Angels, Rehe City After a Billion Years of Reincarnation

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Thirteen Insects spent his entire life in pursuit of beauty.
From a young age, he longed for the gods of immortality and wisdom, learning the art of butterfly knots from his mother. He sought to weave the most exquisite knots, to construct the most beautiful life.
Like countless other little insects, he feared not death.
His life was resolute beyond measure; before him lay a garden, his dreams held the vast Cangwu, and in his heart dwelled the divine.
He was pure.
Unwavering, he journeyed steadfastly toward beauty.
At first, he studied how to spin cocoons alongside other ugly little caterpillars.
On this thorny path toward beauty, he witnessed comrades sacrificing their lives, spinning cocoons to test the rationality of the knots.
He saw insects volunteer as test subjects, driven by a single word from him, to validate his hypotheses and provide data.
Though they were all hideously ugly, their hearts remained pure.
Each time a companion died, the weight in Thirteen Insects’ heart grew heavier.
Because of their relentless succession, he bore their ideals, his resolve to become beautiful only strengthened.
He vowed to lead all insects to become the most beautiful lifeforms in the world.
All it took was to break free from the cocoon and become a butterfly.
In the end, he succeeded—the angel was born.
He became the most beautiful, bravest, and most powerful emperor the world had ever known!
Yet with this triumph came a troubling truth.
Beauty is but a fleeting moment; his companions were aging.
To gain beauty is easy, but to maintain eternal beauty is the greatest challenge.
An angel’s eyes should see more than mere outward beauty; his duty was to preserve the purity and nobility in the hearts of his kind.
He was to be the most audacious king.
And at last, he had barely managed it.
He had the right and courage to sit upon the golden throne and boldly declare before two deities:
I am the most beautiful hero, the dragon-slaying warrior recorded in history, the most magnificent king of angels.

...

Rehe City.
No. 1 High School, affiliated Biological Laboratory.

“Comfort, fulfillment, a death well-earned.”
“Is this the final memory of this amber butterfly?”
“A hideous little insect... a fairy tale of pursuit of beauty, the ugly duckling turning into a swan, a distant mythical legend?”

Professor Li Ruxiang, a tall, thin old man, scolded sharply:
“You’re mad, don’t joke! I’m giving you three minutes to reorganize your logic and language! Otherwise, I’ll suspect you’ve developed cyber-psychosis!”

A cheap-looking high school assistant replied:
“But sir, the instruments aren’t malfunctioning! Currently, memory is being read, starting with the strongest obsession of their life, which usually comes from their dying moments.”

Professor Li Ruxiang double-checked the data several times, frowning:
“But how could this amber butterfly possess such memories? This ancient life from the Jurassic period—how could it have such absurd, even revolutionary scenes that upend the entire evolutionary history of biology?”

The assistant shouted:
“There’s something wrong. Its final memory is a dream of a god... Continue reading backwards, retrieve memories from earlier!”

A group of teachers in white coats watched excitedly as the amber butterfly frozen in ancient amber was observed.
This species existed only during the Jurassic period.
Moreover, many amber specimens of this type of butterfly exist.
But most are of little use.
Because saints are one in a hundred billion by nature.
Among a hundred billion amber butterfly fossils, only one truly saintly specimen appears.

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Before their eyes,
they had simply chosen a batch of ordinary butterfly fossils for experiments, yet one amber butterfly stirred.
They began researching, and the results were unbelievable.

“Continue reading!”
“Place this amber butterfly in the highest-grade nutrient solution, see if its cells can be reactivated...”

Professor Li Ruxiang could no longer hide his excitement.
No. 1 High School of Rehe City was a truly world-class elite institution.
Though its students were rained upon by acid rain,
in reality, none lacked resources.
They all came from various sects and noble families’ branches, enduring acid rain and grueling studies to improve themselves and achieve accomplishments to prove their worth to their main clans.
After all, even great families with Confucian and Taoist saints were fiercely competitive internally.

The only consolation:
before the age of thirty, if they did not break through to the third stage, they likely would not die.
Because their families were wealthy enough to afford tens of millions in cloning and rebirth expenses for their shattered bodies.

But in doing so,
though life was spared, their value was lost.
The rest of their lives would be spent as beasts of burden, toiling in various factories for their families, repaying the cost of lifesaving operations.

For these reasons, No. 1 High School of Rehe was a noble school, naturally equipped with affiliated schools, labs, and various professors.
Its instrumentation was extremely advanced.
Even some of Rehe Heavy Industry’s experimental achievements originated here.

But now...
the lead scientist, Professor Li Ruxiang, looked at the scene with growing excitement:
“If this is true, if this is true, I fear...”
Glory, fame, wealth...
he might be recorded in human history textbooks.

Swish!
Various high-energy solutions flowed into the transparent incubation chamber.
Cell regeneration and cloning technologies continuously nourished and activated the specimen’s body.

At that moment, an assistant suddenly shouted:
“The amber butterfly is showing signs of consciousness!”

The professor yelled back:
“A butterfly dead for countless centuries—how can it still be alive?”
Even the cloned models only replicated their brain structures.
They were truly dead.
Like the most common PC001 [Amber Butterfly].
This ancient saint had died long ago; only its ancient brain structure was used as a prototype for production.

If even ancient saints were dead, how could an ordinary non-saint butterfly still live? Have a soul and self-awareness?

The assistant suggested:
“Should we stop the experiment and apply for approval...”

“No, we cannot apply.”
Li Ruxiang wanted to keep these findings to himself; once known, this treasure would no longer be theirs.
Even if risky, he believed it was bearable.
It was just an ancient Jurassic creature.

“Continue!” Li Ruxiang commanded.

Within the laboratory,
unnoticed, a faint, thin consciousness slowly awoke within the amber butterfly.

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“Where am I...?”
“I remember, when I died, instinctively with my fading consciousness, I followed the Creator God... breaking through the entire world, carried by a mysterious storm...”
“Did I end up here? Attached to one of my kin? Am I now the primordial progenitor butterfly?”

With a thought, as a third-stage strong being, he instinctively invaded the minds of several lab assistants.
Through their network, a flood of information rushed into his mind.

“Modern humans exist countless billions of years later... how is this possible?”
“The prophets, the former emperors, all perished in that era?”

He read memories of multiple mass extinctions; after their Jurassic era came the Triassic-Jurassic extinction.
“They probably died in the great biological extinction...”
A complex, melancholic feeling welled in his heart.

He had thought himself dead, yet unexpectedly... he was the lucky one who survived billions of years later, the last living soul of an entire epoch.

He suddenly thought of the prophets, the gods of immortality.
Had they, too, like him, survived the destruction of their era, escaping as refugees from the previous age?
Was he now another prophet?
Another immortal living to this world... a god of eternal life?

His thoughts shifted as he looked at the alien creatures outside, the civilized species of this era.
“Ugly, utterly hideous...”
“They dismantle organs, trade bodies.”
“They create unwitting lifeforms to enslave.”
“They clone the brains of the strong and sell them to the masses.”
“They call themselves humans—a filthy and ugly race whose history is almost entirely strife, greed, and selfishness...”

This era was a world utterly unlike the beautiful, kind, and righteous angelic race he once knew.

His thoughts turned again.
He had gradually restored his butterfly body.
He realized he still possessed [Profound Affection is Short-Lived], once a god he had dreamed of becoming.
Yet he felt no joy.
What use was it?
The era that belonged to them had long passed.

Moreover, he found himself unknowingly carrying a new divine artifact, Star Swift.
It was with this divine artifact that he had once been able to keep pace with the Creator God...

As his mental energy gradually recovered, he absorbed vast data from this era and quickly learned some advanced techniques of mental energy use.

The next moment, a lab assistant suddenly shouted:
“Sir Li Ruxiang, our laboratory is being hacked!”

“What happened?”
“Are the instruments malfunctioning?”
“The entire nutrient solution is being rapidly absorbed!”
“Madness! That’s a precious third-stage mental energy replenishment serum.”

“Keep replenishing!”
“What is going on?”

In the chaos, the people turned back to see the amber butterfly inside the glass chamber...

It was spinning a cocoon.