Chapter 55

First, Sigma needs to summarize what has happened.

An angel fell from the sky, along with a holy sword.

He picked up both the holy sword and the angel.

According to the typical plot of a harem story, the injured and amnesiac angel would recognize him as her master, and from then on, she would serve him diligently, fighting, providing daily services, warming his bed, bearing his children, and advancing the plot, among other necessary and unnecessary tasks. The holy sword, usually imbued with a spirit, would speak, provide cultivation techniques, and act like a variant of the wise old man—these two golden legs would establish Sigma’s status as the protagonist, aiding him in his legendary journey of sweeping across the continent and amassing a harem.

However, reality was not so simple.

Sigma tried to cut his finger and drip a drop of blood onto the sword, hoping for the grand scene of a legendary artifact recognizing its master. The result was nothing but the angel’s angry glare—the drop of blood had not even touched the sword when it was vaporized by the holy light and sacred fire emanating from the sword...

Sigma felt tears welling up in his eyes.

He had envisioned a different scenario: a sacred and warm breeze blowing from the sky, the entire realm of the dead whispering his name, Sigma. A diviner crouching in a corner of the Norn continent would tremble as he looked up at the sky, exclaiming, “The wheels of history have begun to turn.” With the holy sword recognizing him as its master, he would be filled with ambition, the holy sword’s radiance swirling around him, and even the angels in the sky would sing. The angel by his left side would look at him with eyes filled with dependence and loyalty, while Alice on his right would gaze at him with admiration and love. He could laugh and say, “You are all my wings”...

Unfortunately, dreams are often infinitely distant from reality.

The reality was this—without a scabbard or a belt, and the holy sword refusing to enter his spatial ring, Sigma carried a large bag of yellow books and clothes sent from the Holy Empire in his left hand, and carried the holy sword over his shoulder like a firewood stick. The angel on his left remained silent, looking at him with eyes filled with longing and passion... On his right, Alice usually carried her own bag, her cold and beautiful face constantly giving him the evil eye...

Let’s take a look at this peculiar trio—Sigma, the great demon, walked in the middle, carrying a bag in his left hand and a sword on his shoulder, looking like a defeated soldier returning from a raid. On his right was an angel who had appeared in the necromancer’s lair, looking as if her head had been caught in the Gate of Destiny. On his left was Alice, a village girl who had just entered the city, covered in dirt and glaring at Sigma while holding a large bag. This unconventional group marched through the gates of Atlas in broad daylight, and the necromancers and high-level undead responsible for guarding the area didn’t dare to make a sound, raising concerns about the security of the necromancer nation...

The trio dominated the campus, and passersby scattered.

As they passed the teaching area and were about to enter the dormitory area, Sigma stopped, looked at Alice, and scratched his head, saying, “...How about she stays with you first?”

“No way!” Alice and the angel said in unison.

Sigma was taken aback, “Do you two have a grudge? Or is it that the flat-chested side and the big-chested side are already irreconcilable?”

His nonsense went unheard by the two girls, who were already glaring at each other. The angel from heaven sized up Alice, sniffed, and said coldly, “My angelic rank has been stripped, and I can no longer use the True Sight, but I still detect a repulsive aura from you...”

A flash of panic quickly crossed Alice’s eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and retorted coldly, “If you want to pick a fight, just say so. Don’t sniff around like a bitch. You, the slut who seduced your superior with your dirty chest and got exiled, [BEEP] angel!”

Sigma’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Alice. This girl, who usually appeared innocent and lively in front of him, had such a formidable talent for cursing! No wonder Luluvi had said that Alice had a tendency to go dark. It seemed that a few hundred-year-old old lady had a keen eye!

The angel’s face turned red with anger, and she roared, “You dare to defame the Rune Heavy Armor Warrior of Heaven! Such baseless and malicious words will invite the divine punishment of holy fire! I will cleanse your impure soul with your blood!”

Sigma raised his hand and delivered a sharp chop to the angel’s head.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow...” The angel clutched her head, a tear trickling from the corner of her eye, and glared at Sigma, “What are you doing!”

“You’ve lost all your fighting spirit. Shouting like that isn’t cool; it’s just middle school syndrome.” Sigma glanced at Alice, who huffed and turned her head away. He pursed his lips and said to the angel, “You two don’t seem to get along, so you’ll have to live with me, I guess?”

The angel glared at Alice again, “Of course, I’ll live with you. The powerful mage was right; I need to understand why the Azure Fury recognized you. Only then can I have a chance to wield the holy sword again!”

“Haha, you don’t know who you’re living with, do you?” Alice chuckled coldly and pointed at Sigma, “This guy is the biggest pervert in the realm of the dead. He’s read more yellow books than you’ve read words in your life, knows 128 techniques of [BEEP], and is skilled in using 67 kinds of [BEEP] tools. This morning, he even invented a new tool called a vibrator. If you go home with him today, you’ll become a pitiful meat puppet, [BEEP] to the point of losing yourself, and become a [BEEP] toy and a milk cow...”

“Shut up! The image of you as a pure and innocent girl in my heart is already crumbling!”

The angel took a step back in fear, her voice trembling, “You, you, you, a scum like you, actually got the holy sword’s recognition!?”

“You actually believe such nonsense so easily!”

“No, I can’t live with you...” The angel ignored Sigma’s sarcasm and looked at the open space, “I can build my own house...”

Alice added, “Not living with him? Haha, do you know where you are? The realm of the dead, Atlas, the capital of necromancers! Not only are there necromancers with bizarre tastes, but also werewolves and vampires who are even more perverted. If they catch you, they’ll [BEEP] you for seven days and seven nights, then eat you to replenish their strength. After they’re full, they’ll use the parts of you they haven’t eaten to [BEEP]...”

The angel was so frightened that she trembled all over. She looked at Alice, then at the necromancer passing by with a deadpan face, and finally at Sigma. She bit her lip and slowly moved closer to Sigma, gripping his sleeve and said in a small, almost crying voice, “I... I’ll live with you...”

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PS: Well, next, we’ll see how Sigma gradually softens this seemingly strong and proud but actually somewhat naive angel... Please give me your recommendations!