Everything spiraled out of control.
Imagine standing in front of an invisible fan set to max power, the kind that could launch you into orbit. That's what it felt like when Alepou showed up. Her presence alone warped the entire atmosphere. The air thickened. The ground vibrated. Even gravity started glitching out. I felt a faint breeze—meanwhile, everyone else was gripping poles, crates, and even each other like the world was about to tear apart.
And then she dropped the line:
"How dare you hurt my waifu?!"
...Waifu?
Me?
I nearly died on the spot—half from secondhand embarrassment, half from the absurdity. But in the middle of this chaos? It was the most Alepou thing she could've said. While the crowd was locked in silent terror, I just laughed. Because of course she'd declare that in public. Of course this would happen.
And then, bam—a blur cuts through the air.
The prince storms in, swinging his obsidian sword like he's the final boss. Except—snap!—the damn thing shatters on impact. Just shatters. His cape flutters like a dollar-store prop caught in a fan, and his heroic momentum dies with that sword. He stumbles back, eyes wide, posture ruined. Instant L.
Alepou doesn't even blink. She tilts her head and mutters,
"If you'd stayed out of this, your toy wouldn't have snapped."
Cold. Effortless. Lethal.
The drunk old man who started this mess looked ready to pass out, wobbling like he was one breath away from collapse. And before anyone could react, Alepou turned back to me, her glare softening for just a moment.
Then it sharpened again like a blade.
"They laid a hand on you. That's not flying. I'm returning the favor."
Then she did it.
She raised both our loot bags, overflowing with platinum coins, as if to scream at the world, "We earned this!" The highborns in the crowd lost their collective minds. "Fraud!" "Thief!" The usual hypocrisy.
But Alepou just stared them down with that "I'll burn this place to the ground" energy. She was beautiful. Terrifying. Unstoppable.
And that's when reality broke.
Literally.
The world glitched—visually, audibly. The sounds warped, the colors dulled, and my entire body felt like it'd been Ctrl+Z'd into a loading screen. Darkness swallowed everything.
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VROOOOM.
VROOOOOM.
What?
I blink. I'm in a moving car. A modern-day sedan. In California. The sky's blue. The sun's blinding. I look down—my hands are tiny. I check my chest.
Gone. My boobs are gone.
Someone shouts, "Yuki! What's going on?! What's this about your boobs shrinking?!"
My blood runs cold. That voice—it's her.
I turn. Driver's seat.
Mom.
"Sweetie," she says, eyebrow raised, "you're still a kid! Already dreaming about big boobs?"
I'm in shock.
"I JUST WANT MY CHEST BACK!"
She chuckles.
"Don't worry. You'll grow up and get a pair like mine."
"THEN TRADE WITH ME!"
"No way!"
The car jerks to a stop. "You'll be late for school!" she snaps.
School? I've graduated. I'm in high school, dammit.
She just pats my head and laughs, "In your dreams, kiddo."
I'm on the verge of a meltdown when I notice what's in my hands.
My Ultra Super Black Man action figure.
My late grandfather gave me this…
Suddenly, a group of bratty kids runs up.
"Hey, that looks cool," one says. "Can I see it?"
Then—CRACK.
He throws it against a wall. Pieces scatter.
"DUDE, WHAT THE—?!" I scream, voice cracking with grief.
Tears pour down. Rage builds. The pain is real.
Mom rushes over. "Sweetie, what happened?!"
"They broke it!" I wail.
She tries to comfort me. "I'll buy you a new one."
She hands me… something.
…A vibrating banana.
"What the hell is this?!" I yell.
She smiles.
"Character growth. Or potassium. Maybe both."
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To be continued…