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After leaving the apartment, Diana walked a few blocks to a retro-style cafe not far from their building.
It was dinnertime, so the cafe was mostly empty. Diana immediately spotted the person she was there to meet. In a quiet corner by the window sat a middle-aged woman in her early forties with long, curly hair and sunglasses.
"Ma'am, what can I get for you?"
The tall and fashionable Diana immediately became the center of attention. The young waitress's eyes widened, and she politely held out a menu.
"Just a cup of hot coffee, please," Diana replied with a smile, sitting down in the chair opposite the woman in sunglasses.
"Diana. Long time no see," the middle-aged woman said, taking off her sunglasses. Her eyes were colder than the winter night outside.
Diana nodded slightly. "It has been a long time, Barbara." Seeing her former colleague—and one-time friend turned enemy—again brought up a storm of complicated feelings.
"Twenty years," Barbara chuckled, her gaze fixed on Diana's familiar, perfect face. "And you haven't aged a day. I suppose that's what happens when you're a so-called 'goddess.' As for me…" she trailed off, a self-deprecating laugh escaping her lips. "Even with my powers, age still takes its toll. The crow's feet appear, the skin loses its elasticity…"
"Can't you let go of what happened back then?" Diana frowned, cutting straight to the point. "Is that why you slipped that photo under my door?"
Barbara leaned back in her chair and smiled. "No time for catching up? Straight to business, I see. It seems you care a great deal about that boy."
Diana's expression remained neutral. "He's just an ordinary person."
"And that's exactly why I sent the photo," Barbara sneered. "You, a lofty immortal being who can fly and deflect bullets, adopting an ordinary human child? What are you trying to do, completely integrate into our world? Don't make me laugh!"
She slammed her hands on the table and stood up, her voice filled with a deep, simmering resentment.
Diana, however, remained perfectly composed, her regal aura unshaken. She was silent for a moment before speaking, her voice soft. "I… I had lost all hope in humanity."
"What are you talking about?" Barbara asked, her anger giving way to confusion. She slowly sat back down.
Diana glanced out the window at the snow-covered street. "Until that night," she continued, "sixteen years ago…"
"What is happening to me?"
Leo stared at his hands in disbelief. He tried to prick his arm with the bent metal fork, but his skin was impossibly tough. He pressed harder, feeling a dull ache, but before his skin could break, the tip of the fork bent even further.
He suddenly remembered that in all the years he'd known her, he'd never once seen his aunt get sick or injured.
"No way."
It was as if a veil had been lifted. Leo looked up, and for the first time, he truly saw the ceiling of his living room. For years, it had been a simple, blank surface in his memory. Now, hanging in the center of the room, was a silver longsword, a dark gold shield, and a suit of golden battle armor that radiated a wild, untamed energy.
All of these impossible items were suspended in mid-air, held together by a faint, glowing golden rope, along with the circlet, the silver bracelets, and the golden knee pads he'd seen in his vision.
"It's not that they weren't there," Leo muttered to himself. "It's that I couldn't see them."
He subconsciously reached up. The moment his fingertips brushed against the golden rope, it shimmered, turning from solid to ethereal before vanishing completely.
"Uh oh."
The realization hit him a second too late. With the rope gone, the sword, shield, and armor began to fall.
Leo was stunned, but his body moved with a speed and grace that was no longer human. He lunged forward, his movements a blur, and reached out to catch the falling items.
To his utter shock, the instant his hands touched the circlet and bracelets, they fused directly into his body, snapping into place on his forehead and wrists.
What the—?!
Leo's mind went blank. He looked down at the golden armor now in his hands and had a horrifying premonition of what was about to happen next.
Oh no. Don't you dare!
But no matter how much he protested internally, it was inevitable.
In the next moment, the clothes he was wearing vanished, replaced by the golden breastplate and short skirt. His bare arms and legs were exposed to the winter air, but strangely, he didn't feel the cold. In fact, a fiery heat was spreading through his body, his blood boiling like magma. He felt an overwhelming urge to roar, to raise his sword and charge into battle.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
He could hear the faint, rhythmic sound of drums, like a war cry from an ancient time, echoing the powerful, frantic beating of his own heart.
"So hot!"
Leo cried out as the unique power of the armor fully awakened within him. An indescribable energy, a raw power, was surging just beneath his skin, almost visible to the naked eye.
He didn't know it yet, but what he was feeling was the power of a demigod.
Hiss!
The divine power raging through his body was uncontrollable. With nowhere else to go, it surged upward. A devastating white light began to emanate from the roots of his dark hair. A few stray strands, glowing with power, floated through the air and disintegrated a nearby lampshade into dust. The energy forced his hair to grow at an incredible rate, the color shifting from black to a brilliant, shining silver that cascated down his back and shoulders.
Leo stared at his reflection, completely stunned. He quickly patted down his skirt and breathed a sigh of relief. At least his gender hadn't changed.
But the situation was still spiraling out of control.
An ordinary person suddenly gifted with the power of a demigod was like a child being handed the launch codes for a nuclear missile. His first taste of the extraordinary was a complete and utter disaster.
I can't stay here! I'll destroy everything!
Realizing this, he tried to take a step, but his strength was now on a completely different level. It was like going from pedaling a bicycle to flooring the accelerator of a high-performance sports car. The moment he moved, his entire body shot forward in a blur.
In an instant, everything in his path—tables, chairs, lamps—was obliterated.
His momentum didn't slow. He was a human cannonball, hurtling straight for the floor-to-ceiling balcony window.
CRASH!
The glass exploded outwards.
Without any time to react, Leo flew out of his sixteenth-floor apartment and into the night sky.
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