After walking a long distance without seeing any further signs of life or changes in terrain, the sun was slowly setting, painting the western sky crimson with shades of orange.
Ventair knew he couldn't continue walking into the deep night. He could only stop here to spend the night.
The surrounding landscape was still an endless expanse of lush green grassland, dotted with low shrubs and nameless wild flowers.
He looked around, searching for a flat and relatively sheltered spot to rest.
Once he had chosen the resting place, Ventair reached into his personal storage space.
He pulled out dry branches and roots, resembling firewood, which the Angels had voluntarily collected and stored since their very first day on this planet.
He remembered that moment vividly:
Flashback:
On their first day on the strange planet, Ventair was walking, thinking about gathering more roots and branches for future use.
He was about to move, when suddenly, Seraphiel spoke softly first.
"Heavenly Lord, there's no need for you to trouble yourself with such minor matters." She smiled gently as she spoke.
Immediately after, all four Angels – Seraphiel, Abyzaria, Mechaniel, and Belloniel – acted without him needing to command.
With just a thought, several dry branches and roots around Ventair suddenly floated up, automatically arranging themselves into neat bundles and vanishing into thin air – into the storage space Ventair had unconsciously created.
Ventair was quite surprised at the time, unable to believe how quickly and easily it was done.
"Uhm... thank you," he stammered slightly, still unaccustomed to such attentiveness.
Abyzaria looked at him, her cold gaze showing obviousness.
"Whatever the Heavenly Lord needs, we shall provide. It is our honor." Her voice was firm, unwavering.
Belloniel, with her fiery red hair like a battlefield flame and sharp amber eyes, nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes, Heavenly Lord! We will always ensure you have everything you need!"
Mechaniel, with her sleek, metallic black hair and vibrant blue eyes, simply gave a slight nod, her gaze gleaming with focus and analysis, in agreement with Belloniel's words.
Seraphiel smiled warmly. "Yes, Heavenly Lord. You only need to focus on more important matters."
Ventair felt a warmth spread through his heart, mixed with a touch of endearing helplessness.
He was truly fortunate to have these Angels. And choosing them was the most correct decision.
End of Flashback.
Now, he took out enough piles of firewood for the night. They automatically stacked themselves neatly on the ground. He then gently called his Angels out.
"Seraphiel, Abyzaria, Mechaniel, Belloniel, come out."
In an instant, the four Angels appeared around him, each radiating a unique beauty and power.
"We are here, Heavenly Lord," Seraphiel spoke, her voice soft and melodious.
"Alright," Ventair smiled.
"Now, we'll build a campfire. Please help me arrange the wood."
"We'll stay here tonight."
Without him needing to say more, the Angels immediately began arranging the dry firewood.
With their supernatural speed and precision, the wood was quickly stacked into a perfect pyramid.
Then, Seraphiel merely extended her hand, a small spark flashed from her fingertip, quickly igniting the dry wood, and a warm fire blazed amidst the vast space, driving away the encroaching chill.
The firelight danced, illuminating the faces of the Angels and Ventair, creating a cozy scene in the wilderness.
While the fire was burning, he also took out three turkey-like creatures that he had asked Abyzaria and Belloniel to catch and clean beforehand for storage. They had been completely plucked and washed, ready for roasting.
And he didn't expect that the two of them had massacred the entire flock of those creatures, so now he had over 100 of them.
Abyzaria and Belloniel, with professional expressions, immediately began roasting the turkeys over the campfire.
The savory smell of roasted meat quickly spread through the air, stimulating the appetite. Seraphiel and Mechaniel sat around Ventair, their eyes attentively fixed on him, as if he were everything in their eyes.
And in truth, that was exactly how it was; in their eyes, only Ventair was worthy of their gaze.
Ventair, having grown quite accustomed to this gaze after many days, showed no particular reaction.
A moment later, the food was cooked. He immediately grabbed the nearest one and began to eat, while the Angels served him by holding the pre-stored water pouches and the remaining roasted creatures.
After finishing the delicious roasted turkeys, Ventair felt full and warm.
Looking up, he saw that the sky had completely darkened, and it seemed to be time to sleep. He looked up at Seraphiel, who was sitting closest to him.
"Uhm... Seraphiel, I want to sleep."
Seraphiel smiled softly, her eyes filled with utmost happiness and tenderness.
"It is my honor, Heavenly Lord."
She gently moved closer, adjusting her posture to make him as comfortable as possible, her white dress gently spreading out.
Ventair slowly lay down, his head resting on Seraphiel's soft lap. He had been doing this since the second day, when Belloniel had suggested it:
Flashback:
On the second day on this planet, after a long and tiring walk, Ventair was about to lie down on the ground to sleep.
Because he wasn't lucky enough to find a giant tree like on the first day.
Belloniel suddenly spoke up, her voice strong yet full of concern.
"Heavenly Lord, you should not lie on the ground like that. It will not be comfortable."
Ventair looked at her, a little surprised.
"Then what should I do?"
Belloniel turned to look at the other Angels, then Seraphiel stepped forward, her two-toned eyes sparkling with gentleness.
"Forgive us, Heavenly Lord. We should have thought of it sooner. You may rest your head on our laps. We will take turns." She bowed slightly.
Ventair was a little embarrassed then, his face flushing slightly.
"But... wouldn't that bother you?"
Seraphiel smiled reassuringly.
"Not at all, Heavenly Lord. It is our honor. You are everything to us. To serve You is our greatest happiness."
From then on, Ventair would rest his head on the Angels' laps every night.
End of Flashback.
Now, he was completely accustomed to this feeling, even looking forward to it.
To make it easier, the Angels had decided to take turns letting him rest on their laps according to their order of creation, and today it was Seraphiel's turn.
Ventair lay on Seraphiel's lap, feeling incredibly comfortable and at ease. Her thigh was as soft as velvet, warm and full of life, like a perfect pillow created just for him.
He took a deep breath, inhaling the gentle fragrance from Seraphiel's body – a pure scent of spring flowers mingled with a hint of sweet milk, light and wonderfully calming, almost capable of healing all fatigue. Her soft light aura enveloped him, bringing absolute peace.
Seraphiel looked down at Ventair, her eyes brimming with happiness.
She gently reached out, lightly stroking his soft hair, her gesture tender and affectionate, as if he were her most precious treasure.
The smile on her lips was as warm as the morning sun. In that moment, she felt profound joy being near him, caring for him, and protecting her Creator.
His happiness was her happiness, and having him rely on her brought her ultimate contentment.
The other Angels were around him, forming an invisible protective circle.
Abyzaria stood on one side, her cold and alert gaze sweeping in all directions, ready to intercept anything dangerous approaching.
Belloniel stood on the opposite side, her dark red wings slightly fluttering, exuding a powerful aura. Mechaniel stood firm like an unbreakable fortress behind, her eyes analyzing every slightest movement.
Seeing such a sight, Ventair sometimes thought, 'If there were mosquitoes on this planet, not a single one could get past the Angels' impenetrable protection and reach me. I am truly absolutely safe.'
Under the softness behind his head and the absolute security around him, Ventair closed his eyes. His mind gradually drifted into a state of relaxation, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep, free from any worries or concerns.
The next morning, Ventair woke up feeling unusually refreshed. He noticed Seraphiel's familiar gentle fragrance still lingering in his nose, mixed with another enticing aroma – the smell of ready-to-eat food, hot and appetizing.
He opened his eyes and looked up.
Before him was Seraphiel's delicate and perfect face, but his view was partially obscured by her "giant mountains" – the full and soft bosom of the Pure Light Angel, feeling like fluffy clouds.
"Good morning, Seraphiel,"
Ventair smiled gently, drawing out his greeting. He also greeted the other Angels around him, who all smiled back with devotion.
"Good morning, Heavenly Lord,"
Seraphiel replied softly, her smile as fresh as a blooming morning glory.
Ventair sat up, stretching comfortably, his bones seeming to crack after a good night's sleep. Before him were the prepared dishes, hot and delicious.
These were the leftover roasted turkeys, reheated, along with a few types of fresh berries he had never seen in his old world, vibrant in color and sweet in taste.
He found it strange that he had been eating these creatures for days without getting tired of them; they were still as delicious as the first time, even more appealing, with rich flavor and perfect tenderness, thanks to the Angels' professional cooking.
While eating, Ventair thought, I'f life were like this every day... I'd become useless. He shook his head slightly, a wry smile appearing on his face. Everything now is taken care of by the Angels, from finding food, cooking, to protection and even being a pillow. I don't have to lift a finger for anything.'
He sighed softly, unsure whether to be happy or sad.
After eating and the Angels had cleaned everything perfectly, leaving not a speck of dust, Ventair checked his energy again.
He raised his hand, and a translucent virtual screen appeared before him, displaying the number 3200 basic faith energy units.
"After a total of 8 days..." he murmured, a sigh escaping him, filled with lament and frustration.
"With this much, I don't know when I'll have enough for one unit of primordial energy. Each day only 100 units, and it takes 10,000,000 basic units for one primordial unit. At this rate, it'll take ages! At best, it'll take 100,000 days, equivalent to nearly 274 years!"
He rubbed his temples, feeling the wait seemed endless.
After reviewing it and feeling a bit disheartened, he resumed his journey.
"Let's go, we'll continue west."
He said, his voice carrying a hint of hope, looking forward to finding something today, something different from the endless grasslands.
The Angels returned to his soul space. He, meanwhile, kept walking.
And so, he continued his journey for two more days.
Those two days also passed in silence and unchanging scenery – lush green grasslands stretching to the horizon, gentle rolling hills, and a clear blue sky.
Ventair began to feel the monotony and boredom. He thought, Perhaps today I won't find anything special either. Still just grasslands and strange trees.
Then, after walking for a while, when the sun was high, shining everywhere, he saw something unexpected, something he couldn't believe his eyes. In the distance, ahead, a place resembling a small village gradually emerged amidst the vast grasslands.
It was surrounded by golden fields, stretching like a giant silk carpet, swaying with the wind, interspersed with types of trees he had never seen before, with strange green foliage and vibrant, colorful flowers, creating a lively picture.
And in those fields, he saw familiar beings – humans working, bending down to tend to the crops, small figures moving against the brilliant golden backdrop.
A thrill of joy and excitement flared within Ventair, dispelling his fatigue and frustration.
He stared at the scene, his eyes lighting up.
Finally, he had found a civilization!