Xin lỗi vì sự nhầm lẫn! Tôi đã giữ nguyên toàn bộ nội dung và chỉ sửa tên "Xi Nian" thành "Vincent", đồng thời đảm bảo phong cách Âu Mỹ cho tên nhân vật. Không có tên Trung Quốc nào khác trong đoạn văn nên tôi không sửa thêm tên nào. Dưới đây là đoạn văn đầy đủ với tên đã sửa, giữ nguyên mọi chi tiết:
Non-sacred timeline.
Under the ink-blue night sky, the neon lights of the modern city glittered, looking far more prosperous and lively than in daylight.
A golden figure plummeted diagonally from the top floor of a skyscraper, like lightning yet straighter, like a meteor yet smaller. It streaked past billboards and giant screens suspended a hundred meters in the air, crashing heavily onto the rooftop terrace of a lower Five-Star Hotel.
"Ow, ow, ow!"
The hard floor tiles were smashed, leaving a shocking crater. The owner of the figure in the middle merely groaned a few times, his body and clothes unharmed. His right hand was already propped on a silver longsword as he slowly stood up.
Facing the chilling night wind, tinged with a hint of frost and snow, the dust dispersed, first revealing a pair of dark, bright eyes.
A round shield on his back, a longsword in his hand.
Vincent wore a look of utter despair, his mouth twitching slightly as he looked down at his current attire.
His upper garment was a small, form-fitting crimson gold armor, bare from his neck to his shoulders, with a clear bulging structure reserved for a certain part of his chest.
His lower garment was a dark blue skirt, integrated with the upper armor, revealing more than even the most fashionable mini-skirts or hot pants, forming an absolute domain with the golden kneepads at his knees.
His left and right hands were adorned with a pair of silver wristbands. If you also count the silver starlight circlet on his forehead… this was a sexy outfit that even top models would feel genuinely ashamed to wear, wishing they could pull down the scant fabric of the skirt with both hands. It was an outfit that should rightfully belong to the Superheroes known as "Wonder Woman"!
And Vincent, who was wearing it now, was undoubtedly a man, the kind with a 'thing'!
"What exactly am I doing?"
"I should be at home doing homework right now, not running wild in women's clothes like this." Vincent was on the verge of tears. Just this morning, he was still an ordinary middle school student, believing that all extraordinary and supernatural things had nothing to do with him.
He never expected that now he had almost become the embodiment of the extraordinary!
Before Vincent could fully recover.
Click, click, click!
Accompanied by a huge buzzing sound in his ears, the air a hundred meters above the city vibrated. A police helicopter approached, its powerful high-beam light sweeping over.
The strong wind stirred up by the helicopter's rotor made Vincent feel even colder in his crotch. He instinctively wanted to pull down his skirt.
But he couldn't worry about any of that anymore!
If he were filmed by the helicopter like this, Vincent felt he might have to move to another city, or even another Planet, overnight!
"Damn it!"
Vincent gritted his teeth, re-gripped the vintage longsword in his hand, and simply refused to look at the ground that made his heart tremble. With a forceful push from his toes, his power still uncontrolled, the hotel's top floor beneath him was directly shattered!
Just before the illuminating beam landed on him, Vincent leaped high again, rushing towards another building dozens of meters away!
...The reason this scene occurred dates back to half a day ago... Twelve hours ago.
United States, Washington city, residential area next to Central Avenue.
Vincent yawned as he got out of bed, faintly hearing the clear voice of a female anchor from the TV in the living room, separated by a door:
"It is currently seven o'clock in the morning in Washington. Today's weather is cloudy with light snow, and the outdoor temperature is between 5 and 3 degrees Celsius. We advise all viewers to bring snowproof coats and umbrellas when going out…"
Vincent slapped the electronic alarm clock, which was about to ring, to stop it, and glanced at the time, which was precisely: December 22, 2011, 07:00.
Another Christmas was fast approaching.
"Time really flies."
Vincent sighed, found his slippers on the rug not far from the bed, and changed into a prepared set of winter school clothes at the wardrobe before leaving the room.
Pushing open the door, Vincent habitually called out to the living room: "Auntie, good morning!"
His greeting received no response.
Outside the living room.
The cool morning light flowed in from the balcony's floor-to-ceiling window, where the curtains were rolled up. The already monotonous light-colored floor was like a floating iceberg on the sea. The unclosed TV continued to broadcast the local channel's morning news. On the other side, a breakfast was already laid out on the clean, modern dining table—as always, the simple combination of milk, eggs, and toasted bread.
In the stagnant cold air of the living room, a faint scent of violet lingered, but the owner was nowhere to be seen.
"Did she go out so early?"
Vincent mumbled, not caring, and turned to enter the bathroom next to his room.
The bathroom didn't contain many items, just a face towel, a mouthwash cup, and a toothbrush, all complete. The colors and styles were simple and uniform, mostly in two sets, one large and one small.
Well, Vincent naturally used the smaller set.
Although he had repeatedly and strongly requested larger ones, he had been refused by a certain person on the grounds of being underage.
Vincent began to wash up, and the mirror above the sink reflected a young boy's face.
Black hair and brown eyes, clearly of Chinese descent.
A hint of youthfulness remained on his delicate face, and his skin was excessively fair and slender, making him look like a girl at first glance. Especially with the white gauze hoodie and plain long scarf he was wearing, his overall appearance leaned towards a soft, neutral aesthetic.
Vincent, his mouth full of foam, pouted. There was nothing he could do; this was also the aesthetic style of the Master of the house.
Fortunately, his height was not short, and still in the growth and development period of sixteen, his body had easily surpassed the crucial one-meter-seven mark.
Back in the living room.
Vincent began to eat the American breakfast prepared on the table, his attention quickly drawn to the morning news on TV.
"Yesterday afternoon, Iron Man appeared in Iraq, Iran, and other places, inflicting devastating blows on local criminal organization Bases within half an hour. That same evening, Tony Stark, accompanied by his secretary Pepper, attended a Bar banquet in New York on time, truly a Master of time management."
"According to statistical data, Gotham City's crime rate has significantly decreased in recent years. Investigative experts state that this is due to Batman's strong and effective crime-fighting efforts in the area, as well as the establishment of Arkham Asylum, which can detain and process a large number of dangerous criminals."
"Reporters have discovered small-scale protests recently in Metropolis, with some citizens expressing dissatisfaction with the Superhero who has taken up residence in the city—Superman. The specific reasons are yet to be investigated…"
It seemed that any report not related to Superheroes could not be considered hot news nowadays.
This was the trend of the current era.
Vincent was used to such news, but as he tilted his head to drink a mouthful of warm milk, feeling its silky warmth enter his stomach, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Strange World."
Yes, Vincent was a reincarnator.
The specific reason for his Death and reincarnation was no longer important; what was important was this World he had reincarnated into.
A parallel World where Marvel and DC merged!
This was what Vincent had learned by reading geography and history books in his youth.
For example, World War I on this Earth actually involved a true god of war, and it was a legendary goddess who ultimately ended World War I.
As for World War II later, the evil organization HYDRA stirred up trouble, attempting to dominate the World, and it was eventually stopped by the Superhero Captain America, ending the long war.
The above.
These were just major events in the historical current. There were also countless unknown conflicts. Due to the coexistence of New York City and Gotham City, justice and evil played out their gladiatorial contests almost every day... In this World, technology reigned supreme, magic achieved godhood, mutations dominated, and alien invasions occurred!
However, none of this had much to do with Vincent.
His previous life's knowledge of Marvel, DC, and other movies and anime was limited to only a few hero titles; he knew nothing about the related Worldview and plot.
Although he was a reincarnator from another World, this was Vincent's biggest hidden secret. But he was now just a perfectly normal ordinary person, having lived in Washington for sixteen years since childhood, and his daily life had not been disrupted by supernatural events... Oh, right.
Except for the superpower he suddenly awakened last weekend, on his sixteenth birthday.
"As long as there is intimate physical contact with an opposite-sex Retinue, with an exchange of 'liquid' to a certain extent, one can temporarily Master the abilities possessed by the other party."
Simple, direct, crude.
Vincent named this superpower, which he had only seen in strange comics in his previous life, "Lord of the Retinue."
After all, this superpower was practically tailor-made for evil villains and perverts! The malicious nature of this ability was no less severe than common abilities like hypnosis, X-ray vision, and time manipulation often seen in strange comics.
Of course, Vincent had never thought of using this superpower to do bad things or to become a Superhero.
To be honest, this superpower seemed rather useless to him. Compared to Mr. Stark's Iron Man Suit, Mr. Superman's Body of Steel, or Captain America's super-soldier physique, he couldn't possibly ask someone to pause a fight to find a girl to buff him, could he?
Also, if this girl had an ordinary human physique, it would at most only slightly increase his combat power.
Moreover, for Vincent, who had been single in both his past and present lives.
This so-called superpower—was equivalent to nothing!
He quickly lost interest in the news report gossiping about when Iron Man Tony Stark would sleep with this month's fashion cover girl.
Vincent gradually shifted his gaze to the side of the television. He saw that the wooden shelf was filled with his photos, from infancy to his current teenage years, all complete.
They were mostly his individual photos; his aunt never appeared in them, not even a simple back shot.
His aunt didn't like taking pictures, especially selfies.
Vincent knew this.
It wasn't that his aunt was ugly or unphotogenic.
Vincent could confidently say that his aunt was definitely a top-tier beauty, comparable to or even surpassing the female celebrities and models on TV shows. From the day he was picked up by his aunt on Christmas in 1995, in his memory, his aunt's appearance had never changed with age; she was truly a timeless goddess.
"No, next time I must get my aunt to take a photo with me."
"If I'm more assertive... and act spoiled, it should still work, right?"
Just as Vincent made up his mind, the doorbell rang.
Who was it?
Vincent frowned slightly. In his memory, his aunt had never forgotten her keys when leaving the house.
As Vincent walked from the living room to the door, before he could look through the peephole, a photo was slipped under the door's crack from outside.
Seeing that photo, Vincent's expression froze slightly, and he stopped all his movements.
That photo was a rare black-and-white print. From the pixels to the natural yellowing of the photo, it indicated that it was an old product from the last century. The background, which appeared to be a city wasteland from a World War I battlefield, also confirmed this.
What shocked Vincent was this:
In this strange old photograph, amidst the crowd of officers and soldiers, a figure similar to his aunt appeared!