Lighthouse Tycoon: "???"
Dryfish Little Maimai: "???"
Turn Daisuke into Soup: "???"
Uchiha Dance King: "What are you on about?"
The Most Ancient Godslayer: "Why would you apologize for something like that?"
None of them could understand why Roxie had suddenly brought this up. Was it really worth worrying about?
Lighthouse Tycoon: "You uploaded memory replicas of our worlds so we'd have a chance to change our futures. We can't thank you enough for that—there's no way any of us would ever resent you over so-called privacy."
Lighthouse Tycoon: "It's not like our memory replicas had anything that couldn't be seen."
He was genuinely grateful to Roxie. Without the memory replicas she'd shared, he'd likely have still been heading into a devastating defeat. She could have used this kind of information to negotiate with others—after all, it concerned their world's future, and no price would be too steep—but instead she'd uploaded it freely. For that alone, they owed her thanks. Apologies from her were the last thing any of them needed.
Besides, their worlds were works created in her world to begin with. Countless people had already seen everything. What did a few more people in the chat group matter?
Average Group Owner: "Heh, it just suddenly crossed my mind."
Average Group Owner: "It never bothered me before, but Saeko Busujima's memory replica was such a special case that it got me thinking."
Average Group Owner: "Once I thought of it, I couldn't pretend I hadn't."
Average Group Owner: "So the apology stands. And going forward, whenever a new member joins the chat group, I'll ask whether their memory replica can be uploaded."
Average Group Owner: "There's that saying—when no one else is around to guilt-trip me, I guilt-trip myself."
Average Group Owner: "@Saeko Busujima, the privacy-screening feature is on now. Check the memory replica I sent you privately—if nothing's exposed, I can upload it properly. Is that all right?"
Saeko Busujima: "Go ahead and upload it directly. I trust you, Group Owner."
From Roxie's words, Saeko Busujima found herself with a different impression of this cross-dimensional chat group than she'd expected.
There were many powerful people here—yet none of them seemed to treat others differently based on how strong they were. And from Roxie, she saw something that could only be called respect.
The memory replicas of their home worlds were an opportunity for change, a chance to rewrite the future, for every person who had joined the chat group. Everyone should have been grateful to the group owner, who had asked for nothing in return. And yet here was the group owner herself, genuinely worried she might have overlooked the members' privacy—and apologizing for it.
She was almost absurdly kind.
That was Saeko Busujima's honest thought.
So when Roxie asked, she didn't hesitate for a second.
If she couldn't trust a group owner like this, who could she trust?
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Demon Queen: "@Holy Guardian Left Wing, look at this and learn something about respect. Your Angel Civilization could stand to take notes."
Demon Queen: "Using your Eye of Insight to check people's information whenever you feel like it—did you get anyone's consent? Just looking away without asking."
Demon Queen: "You have any idea what privacy is? That bitch Keisha has scanned me I don't know how many times."
Holy Guardian Left Wing: "..."
Holy Guardian Left Wing: "Leaving aside the fact that this is a universally recognized right belonging to the Angel Civilization—how do you have the nerve to say something like that?"
Holy Guardian Left Wing: "Like the Demon Civilization has never done the same thing."
Demon Queen: "That's completely different. I'm a demon."
Demon Queen: "Isn't it only natural for the Demon Civilization to do things like this?"
Demon Queen: "The Angel Civilization, on the other hand? Have some shame. A 'universally recognized right belonging to the Angel Civilization'? What a load of crap."
Demon Queen: "I've never recognized it, not once."
Demon Queen: "Just because that bitch Keisha is strong, everyone gets scanned and nobody can say anything about it."
Holy Guardian Left Wing: "I genuinely give up on you. You'll tear yourself down without a second thought just to take a swing at the Angels."
Angel Yan read Morgana's messages and shook her head in exasperation.
On Earth, demon was a term of condemnation—synonymous with evil and corruption. But in the wider universe, it carried no such judgment. What it represented was the will of Morgana, the queen of the Demon Civilization.
Morgana saw it as a symbol of freedom. Even within the Angel Civilization, it was understood as such.
But the Angel Civilization would never permit that kind of freedom to spread through the cosmos.
A universe too free became a universe consumed by war. Lower civilizations wouldn't even have time to develop before they were wiped out.
Still—she had to admit—the group owner was unmistakably a product of the Huaxia civilization. To actually care about something like this.
In this regard, the Angel Civilization fell short.
Angels were proud. Of every civilization, without exception.
They had reason to be. In both appearance and strength, angels stood above every other civilization in existence.
So in their pride, they simply didn't devote much thought to the things they considered trivial. They respected all civilizations—and in another sense, respected none of them. The form that respect took differed entirely from what others expected.
Take Queen Keisha asking Earth about its choice of Galaxy Force. In the eyes of the Angel Civilization, that was an act of respect toward Earth's civilization. Earth's civilization saw it very differently. Civilizations differed. Values differed. So did the ways they conducted themselves.
*"I should report Morgana's situation to the Queen first."*
*"Honestly, I'd have preferred it if the one to join the chat group were a Morgana from the same timeline. That would at least be manageable."*
*"A parallel-timeline Morgana—we can only pin our hopes on Rosa for that."*
*"The ideals of evil and corruption are a disaster for every civilization in the known universe."*
Angel Yan sighed, then reached out to the Queen and transmitted everything she knew about the parallel-timeline Morgana.
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Meanwhile, in Melo Celestial Court.
"Oh? The one who joined this time is the parallel timeline's Liangbing."
"Interesting."
Sacred Kai'Sa sat on her throne, reading the information Angel Yan had sent with an amused tilt of her head.
"In that timeline there's no Yan and no Zixin. So Leng became the Holy Guardian Left Wing instead."
"Seems like my counterpart in that world had questionable taste—or did Leng actually grow up with Yan gone?"
She rubbed her chin, briefly entertained by the idea of Leng maturing, then shook her head.
Yan's assessment of Leng was already spot-on: a middle-school-phase battle goddess.
Removing one Angel Yan wasn't going to make her grow up.
"Galaxy Force and Leng..."
"One dominant, one weaker."
"Leng and Rosa seem to share something, come to think of it."
"Not entirely without possibility."
Angel Yan and Galaxy Force were a lost cause regardless. With how far Yan's potential had developed by now, Galaxy Force simply wasn't in the same league anymore.
Not that Kai'Sa minded particularly.
If she did, she wouldn't have arranged Zixin for Xin Zhao in the original future either.
In the end, what mattered most was the compatibility between both sides and the Sacred Treasury.