Classic '80s American comics often feature a protagonist bullied at school, gaining powers, and staying true to save the world.
But that's too fantastical. Heroes like Superman or Spider-Man had good family upbringings, keeping them on the right path.
An ordinary person, long subjected to negativity or violence, would likely become the aggressor once empowered.
Except someone like Naruto Uzumaki, subconsciously influenced by Asura's chakra.
As a modern "four-no" youth—no house, no car, no savings, no partner—Hakuto wouldn't disrupt social harmony.
Among towering skyscrapers, undying lights burned with civilization's glory.
In the neon-reflected night sky, a figure darted, weaving through the vibrant city.
Reverie, having slept 485 years, brimmed with energy, fueling Hakuto's reckless play.
From a bird's-eye view, after touring Tokyo's orderly nightscape, Hakuto arced through thin clouds.
Feeling the sea breeze on his cheeks, his expression grew dazed.
Canceling the wind sustaining his flight, he plummeted from 10,000 meters in free fall.
In the Metherlence's presence, icy high-altitude winds felt like spring breezes. His hair fluttered as he sank into thought.
What should he do next?
With power, he wouldn't become a "Superman" or an aggressor.
But if someone harbored ill intent, he wouldn't mind playing the Homelander.
In the Elemental Gelade world, Reverie had a promise to keep!
Her soul's return didn't erase her memories or will—they fused fully with Hakuto.
Reverie was Hakuto, and Hakuto was Reverie.
But before that…
Landing in a secluded spot, the winds stilled, the Blade of Verdant Wind dissipated, and the dreamlike figure reappeared beside Hakuto.
Her exquisite face, like a work of art, framed butterfly-wing lashes and deep green eyes, light as the wind.
Her sky-blue hair fell like soft silk, covering snow-white skin.
An ethereal, untouchable aura gave her the air of a princess from a fantasy.
Her black skirt swayed in the breeze, dreamlike and surreal.
Like a hammer to his heart, Hakuto's pulse raced again.
This time, it was for Reverie herself.
Silently, she reached out, placing her soft hand in his. The warm, smooth touch made his palm tremble faintly.
Honestly, this was his first time formally holding a girl's hand—a super beautiful one at that!
Yet, this girl was "himself."
In a sense, Reverie and Hakuto holding hands was like one person clasping their own.
Beyond sibling-level closeness, like a couple strolling together, they walked side by side.
From a quiet suburb to the city's main streets.
Reverie's otherworldly beauty drew every eye.
A 2D appearance in 3D? A dimensional strike!
Not only was the head-turn rate 100%, but she was approached multiple times.
"Wow, miss, what brand is that wig? It looks so real!" A cheerful young woman.
"What character are you cosplaying?" A trendy-looking guy.
Cosplay wasn't unusual in a city like Tokyo.
"Is that… Reverie, Reverie Metherlence? It's so spot-on! H-Hi, can I take a photo?" A blushing, stammering young man, clearly an otaku.
Too shy to approach cosplayers at conventions, but this one was too stunning!
Recognizing her? This guy's a veteran otaku!
"It's not a wig," Reverie replied calmly, politely declining the photo request.
As a fellow otaku, she understood his enthusiasm, but being a "real anime heroine," she passed.
Hakuto, for the first time, felt the attention of being noticed for looks, a strange sensation.
Calling a "Dada" rideshare, on the way back to his apartment, even the 40-something driver kept sneaking glances at Reverie through the rearview mirror.
Men stay boys forever, and boys love gorgeous girls.
With two bodies in one space, their stacked senses made Hakuto and Reverie hyper-aware of every gaze.
Reverie's beauty drawing attention was only natural.
The driver's glances were discreet. Hakuto looked ordinary, but with a girlfriend that stunning, he had to have money or status—maybe both.
How'd he figure?
Hakuto barely spoke to his "girlfriend" during the ride, glued to his phone.
Yet, the dreamlike beauty sat obediently beside him, playfully poking his cheek with her delicate fingers, massaging his shoulders, her lips curving into a radiant smile…
Sour!
So sour!
Lemon tree, lemon fruit, and only me beneath it!
Thinking of facing his menopausal, grumpy wife at home, the driver's envy gnawed at him.
He'd bet if Hakuto wasn't loaded, he'd eat his own… well, you get it.
It's 3202, for crying out loud—who still believes in love?
Hakuto had no clue about the driver's inner turmoil, but if he did, he'd just smirk.
He didn't have a habit of talking to himself, so naturally, he didn't chat with Reverie.
But the driver wasn't wrong about one thing.
Even a girl half as stunning as Reverie wouldn't date an ordinary guy.
"What's with that driver?"
After getting out, Hakuto watched the driver, teeth gritted, speed off in a huff, utterly baffled.
But he quickly brushed off the random incident and headed into his apartment complex.
Ignoring the stunned or envious stares from passersby, Hakuto held Reverie's hand and returned to his rented apartment.
Closing the door, the indoor lights cast a warm glow.
Hakuto gazed at Reverie, her expression slightly dazed, and gently stroked her hip-length hair, his fingers lingering on its warmth and her peerless face.
An inexplicable emotion surged, like wildfire filling every corner of his being.
Taking a deep breath, Hakuto grabbed two fresh towels and strode into the bathroom.
The shower lasted 20 minutes—twice his usual time, scrubbing meticulously, especially that area.
After drying off and flopping onto the bed, Hakuto shifted most of his consciousness into Reverie's body.
"This is my own body. I can do whatever I want with it, and it's fine from every angle!"
"Yup, no problem!" The girl nodded affirmatively, stepping lightly into the bathroom like walking on cotton.
No shame in admitting it—Hakuto had indulged in "traditional crafts" before. If he and Reverie… ahem, it'd just be rewarding himself with a different "hand."
Her soft, fair feet touched the cold tiles as Reverie deftly unbuttoned her pure black dress.
Revealing vast expanses of radiant skin, her graceful curves couldn't be hidden by close-fitting fabric, her slender waist exuding a supple beauty.
Her delicate fingers reluctantly grazed her smooth, porcelain skin, moving toward a predetermined target.
Reverie's slender fingers, elegantly curved, hesitated at the source of an alluring pull, her snow-white knuckles rising and falling with her breath.
She listened to her heartbeat this way, and after… well, not done, but feeling a slight chill, she turned on the shower.
Warm water, adjusted to a comfortable temperature by Hakuto, poured over her. Clear streams slid down her cascading hair, droplets tracing her flawless, lithe curves, dripping to the floor in tiny splashes.
The specifics of the shower? Indescribable.
Let's just say Hakuto's understanding of female anatomy leaped forward, leaving the bedsheet over him tented for quite a while.
Twenty minutes later…
Reverie reached for the bath towel on the bathroom hook, slowly drying herself.
Perhaps because it was her first time bathing this body with a male consciousness, she felt hypersensitive, soft moans escaping her lips, adding an ambiguous hue to the small bathroom.
Under warm white light, her snow-white skin glowed with a faint blush, her bare face breathtakingly radiant and ethereal.
After drying off, she tossed the towel aside and reached for a "bathrobe"—Hakuto's white dress shirt.
Slipping it on, the hem just covered her pert rear, leaving her flawless, slender legs exposed, their crystalline sheen glowing like ivory.
Her collarbone formed a sleek, straight line, exuding a refined sensuality, with perfectly proportioned dips.
The girl gazed at herself in the full-length mirror, a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes.
Her smooth soles touched the carpet as she padded barefoot to the bed, climbing up under Hakuto's gaze.
With the shirt's buttons undone, Reverie spread her arms, pulling Hakuto's head to her chest.
Then…
The two bodies tumbled onto the bed!
No way, right? No way?
No normal guy with a super-gorgeous female body could resist that thought, could they?
Whatever others might do, Reverie was too beautiful—Hakuto couldn't hold back!
Go for it!
Full speed ahead!