Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: The Reincarnator, Xi Nian  

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Under the deep navy night sky, the neon lights of the modern city blazed brilliantly, looking far more lively than the daytime scenery. 

A golden figure fell diagonally from the top of a skyscraper, like lightning but straighter, like a meteor but smaller, brushing past billboards and massive screens hundreds of meters above the ground, crashing violently onto the rooftop of a five-star hotel below. 

"Ow, ow, ow!" 

The hard tiles were smashed, leaving a shocking crater. Yet the figure in the center only groaned a little, completely unscathed, and slowly rose to his feet, right hand gripping a silver longsword. 

The cold night wind carried a hint of frost, scattering the dust, revealing first a pair of dark, piercing eyes. 

A round shield on his back, a longsword in hand. 

Xi Nian looked at himself with utter disbelief, lips twitching as he took in his outfit. 

The top was a tight-fitting, crimson-gold battle armor, exposing the neck and shoulders, with a raised chest piece clearly designed for certain… areas. 

The lower piece was a dark blue skirt connected to the upper armor, more revealing than the trendiest mini skirt or hot pants, with golden knee guards forming a striking contrast. 

Both wrists were adorned with silver bracelets, and a silver star crown rested on his forehead… 

This was the iconic "Wonder Woman" superhero outfit, a design that would embarrass even top models. 

And now, it was being worn by Xi Nian—undoubtedly a male. 

"What am I even doing?" 

Xi Nian felt like crying. That morning, he was just a normal high school student, convinced the supernatural had nothing to do with him. 

Yet now, he had nearly become the embodiment of extraordinary power! 

Before he could process this: 

Crack! Crack! Crack! 

A loud buzzing filled the air. Hundreds of meters above the city, a police helicopter approached, sweeping its bright spotlight toward him. 

The wind from the rotors made him shiver in his skirt. Instinctively, he wanted to pull it down. 

But he didn't have the luxury! 

If the helicopter captured this, he might have to move cities—or planets—overnight! 

"Damn it!" 

Biting his teeth, Xi Nian gripped the vintage longsword and leapt. Misjudging his strength, he shattered the hotel rooftop beneath him. 

Just before the light hit him, he jumped again toward a building dozens of meters away. 

… 

The events leading up to this began half a day earlier. 

Twelve hours ago. 

Washington, D.C., a residential area near the main street. 

Xi Nian yawned as he got out of bed, hearing through the closed door the TV in the living room, the female host speaking clearly: 

"Good morning, Washington. The time is 7:00 a.m. Today's weather: cloudy with light snow. Temperatures between 3 and 5°C. Remember to wear a snow jacket and carry an umbrella…" 

He silenced his alarm, glancing at the time: December 21, 2011, 07:00. 

Christmas was approaching. 

"Time flies," he murmured, found his slippers, changed into his pre-prepared winter school clothes, and left the room. 

"Good morning, Aunt!" he called out habitually. 

No response. 

The living room. 

Cool morning light streamed through the curtains onto pale flooring, like floating ice. The TV continued morning news, and a simple breakfast was laid out: milk, eggs, toast. 

A faint violet scent lingered in the air, but no one was around. 

"Already out?" Xi Nian muttered and went to the bathroom. 

The bathroom was simple: towels, cups, toothbrushes, all neatly arranged. Xi Nian used the smaller set. 

Despite his requests for the larger set, someone had refused, citing his minor age. 

Washing up, he saw his youthful face in the mirror: black hair, brown eyes, distinctly Chinese. 

His face was delicate, skin fair, looking like a typical homebody student. 

Wearing a white hoodie and neutral scarf, he appeared slightly androgynous. 

He shrugged, used to his aunt's taste in style. Fortunately, he was tall for his age, over 1.7 meters at sixteen. 

Back in the living room, he began breakfast, his attention drawn to the morning news. 

"Yesterday afternoon, Iron Man appeared in Iraq and Iran, devastating local crime bases in half an hour. That evening, Tony Stark and Pepper Potts attended a New York bar event on time, a master of time management." 

"Crime rates in Gotham have decreased significantly, thanks to Batman's effective crime-fighting and Arkham Asylum for dangerous criminals." 

"Small protests have appeared in Metropolis, some citizens unhappy with Superman's presence. Reasons under investigation…" 

News not involving superheroes was now practically irrelevant. 

Xi Nian was used to this. Drinking warm milk, he sighed: 

"What a strange world." 

Yes, Xi Nian was a reincarnator. 

Why he died and reincarnated didn't matter. What mattered was the world he was now in—a super-modern, magical world. 

Even as a child, he read about this world. In its history, gods and legendary heroes influenced real wars: a goddess ended World War I, Captain America stopped Hydra in World War II. 

Countless conflicts and duels happened daily between heroes and villains with extraordinary powers. 

This world resembled the American comic universe Xi Nian had heard of but never explored in depth. 

Here, technology ruled, magic thrived, mutants dominated, and aliens invaded! 

Yet, Xi Nian had lived sixteen normal years in Washington, unaffected—until his sixteenth birthday, when he awakened a superpower. 

"By making bodily contact with someone of the opposite sex, with a 'liquid-level' exchange, I can temporarily acquire their abilities." 

Simple, direct, brute. 

Xi Nian named it "Master of Affection." 

The power was tailor-made for villains, rivaling mind reading or time control. 

He had no intention of using it for evil or heroics. Frankly, it seemed useless compared to Iron Man's suit, Superman's steel body, or Captain America's enhanced physiology. 

Especially for a lifelong single like Xi Nian, the power was basically nonexistent. 

Quickly losing interest in gossip about Tony Stark, he noticed the photo display next to the TV—pictures of him from infancy to adolescence, none of his aunt. 

His aunt didn't like being photographed, especially selfies. 

Not that she was ugly; she was a top-tier beauty, frozen in time since 1995 when she rescued him at Christmas. 

"I need to get a photo with her next time," Xi Nian decided, plotting to sweetly coax her. 

Just then, the doorbell rang. 

Who could it be? 

Xi Nian frowned. His aunt never forgot her keys. 

Walking to the door, a photo slipped under it. 

He froze. The black-and-white photo, naturally yellowed with age, showed what appeared to be a World War I battlefield. 

Among soldiers, a figure resembling his aunt appeared. 

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