*Allen's POV*
A few days passed, and still, there was nothing apocalyptic in my life. Could it be that my bad luck ended, and the universe decided to go bother those good people in Asia or perhaps farther to so alien civilization?
Bullshit!
Pigs will fly before Allen Walker has good luck for no reason!
This is a trap!
[...]
Not just the system, Rebecca, Wednesday, Esdeath, and Artoria floated in their doll versions while they looked at as if I were crazy.
I am not crazy!!
I've just been happy these days!!
[Host, do you understand you're complaining that no one has tried to kill you for a few days?]
On Tuesday, I spent the day with Gwen, MJ, and Felicia. After school, I took them for a walk as people our age would do. There were no explosions, no troublemakers, no apocalyptic cosmic entities! It makes no sense!
On Wednesday, I decided to spend the day with the dolls. Rebecca asked to visit Oscorp to see if anything is interesting. Although she said that, I knew she'd scan it to replicate it if it was worth it.
Esdeath asked for a fight now that I think about it, she never fought with , that ti she just gave up. Plus, her power increased with her new body, not to ntion she trains with Diana and Artoria from ti to ti. That must have encouraged her to have a confrontation with .
She unleashed her power, freezing an entire valley, and creating a snowstorm out of nowhere.
It's an incredible and overwhelming power.
I traversed the storm as quickly as I could and hit her on the back of her neck to render her unconscious. I felt sorry seeing her look of disbelief; well, the system adjusts my fights so everyone can watch them, so it doesn't show how fast I am... actually, I hadn't even realized how strong I am now; I suppose constant danger pushes people to constantly surpass themselves...
I expected her to be angry due to her pride or sothing, but that wasn't the case. In fact, after that, her attitude improved. She even wears casual clothes at ho and is more approachable to talk to.
My lovely Wednesday insisted on going out at night, hoping soone would cross our path to... yeah.
A thief appeared, and well, Wednesday enjoyed testing so tools she had been creating. In the end, I used the neuralayzer on the man and rewrote his mind to turn him into a decent person.
Upon returning, Artoria was waiting for on the couch with a cup of tea. I didn't say anything and sat next to her for a few hours.
Thursday was DC day, I returned to Arkham and checked all my pending tasks besides bothering Ivy, my adorable secretary who constantly tries to kill . In the end, I had to console her, she was not honest.
Harleen arrived, and I ntioned the possibility of Harley and her being separated. I had already told Harley, and she agreed. I explained to Harley, without sugarcoating things, that a doll is practically my property, imdiately, she jumped on and kissed .
An important detail is that it seems that Harleen is not always conscious during Harley's shift and vice versa as if they were sleeping.
Harleen said she would think about it, I told her to take her ti. This is like separating from a part of herself.
As for the thod, it's simple but complicated, the system and I will separate Harleen's soul into two, then we'll use fragnts of destiny to regenerate the missing soul in both girls, and we'll also use fragnts of destiny to slightly modify the past so that Harley becos Harleen's sister in a way that no deity or entity cos to bother with nonsense like intervening in the cycle of life and death, or blasphemies in creating a person and other nonsense.
I took advantage of the afternoon and called Kara and Barbara; both girls were in shock when they realized I had their numbers. Kara yelled and cursed at and hung up. I waited a few minutes, and she called back; I laughed at this, and she blushed; how do I know? Well, because it was a video call.
Kara said she had been training and was much stronger than the last ti we t. I told her I was glad and sincerely congratulated her. She got angry and hung up the call with a red face.
Barbara was panicked and hung up the call; then she called from the bathroom and warned not to call her casually.
She seed like a woman hiding an affair; I asked her if she had a boyfriend, but this made her genuinely angry, and she almost hung up on . I apologized and talked to her for a couple of hours. Part of wanted to reproach her for not getting along with a villain, but since it was , I didn't say anything.
At night, I spent so ti playing board gas with Raven, Starfire, and Donna; a part of wondered why these girls didn't return to Jump City, but since I enjoyed their company, I didn't mind their presence so much.
Although there were several accidents in bathrooms and at night, nothing serious.
Finally, we reached Friday of a wonderful week; of course, I have pending a visit to Themyscira, one to Olympus, one to Shield, but now seeing a friend of my aunt and a visit to Emma Frost's house, I have to see my lovers Emma W. and gan F. so they don't feel lonely, and finally, Charles Xavier wants to have a chat with ... that guy must be planning sothing.
My life is satisfactory, no, in fact, my life is simply enviable. Just ask all those envious people on Twitter when I post sothing about won.
As I was saying, I'm fine, my life is fine; I just think that experience has shown that good things in my life always co with a proportional amount of bad things.
For example, right now, I'm in a strange situation...
It all started at school, on a normal day with nothing special. I had to go to the bathroom, and this ti, without Felicia. On the way, I ran into the lovely Tearju; she was carrying a couple of boxes which I assud contained docunts.
"Do you need help?"
"Huh?! No, yes, no!"
Don't worry, Miss Tearju, I can understand. At this mont, she's my declared fan; her emotions collide—on one hand, she'd like to spend ti with , but on the other, she doesn't want to bother .
I decided to step forward and take two of the three boxes she was carrying.
"Sir," she paused and looked around, "Allen, it's not necessary."
"It's too late, you know how selfish I can be, so give up."
Upon hearing my words, she nodded in defeat, but there was a small smile on her face. Admiration and love are two different things; I know many girls say they love and often make insinuations in the chat, but I can't discern real feelings, not like the ones that are usually present in MJ, Gwen, and Diana.
[Host, I remind you not to rely too much on the system's ability to read emotions. Feelings are complicated, sotis even the person themselves confuses feelings, and when the confusion is powerful enough, it can disguise emotions.]
The system gave it a lot of turns, but what it ans is that emotions are unpredictable; they can erge out of nowhere, increase, or decrease, and sotis they change.
Tearju was a beautiful woman; however, I couldn't shake off the feeling that she shouldn't be in this world; no, she should just be a coincidence.
[Host, perhaps she reincarnated in this world without her mories but retained the rest...]
Isn't this explanation too fanciful? And what about her na?
[Well... I don't know.]
"Allen Walker..." Tearju murmured, bringing out of my thoughts.
"Tearju?"
She smiled in my direction. "It's nothing, I just found your full na quite peculiar."
"Do you think so?"
"Well, the na Allen and the surna Walker aren't strange; it's just unusual to see them together," Tearju laughed, enhancing her beauty, "I started to think it was a fake na for a while hehe."
She looked at with a furrowed brow, almost pouting. "You really used your real na, didn't you?"
I averted my gaze from the woman. "At that ti, I was just a small content creator. I didn't expect it to grow so much. Now it's too late."
"Don't worry, I'm just teasing you. I really don't know what it would be like to be in your shoes." She lowered her head with lancholy. Then she lifted her head and kissed on the cheek. "This is a little thank you."
Tearju blushed and quickly moved forward, hiding her face. But doing so was dangerous when wearing heels and carrying boxes at the sa ti.
She stumbled, catching by surprise. I dropped the boxes and moved faster than sound to catch her, but as if the stars aligned and strangely, she changed her falling angle while falling, and my hands went from being on her shoulders to being on her breasts.
And that's how I ended up in my situation... *Sigh*
*End of POV*
Tearju's face was blank, not understanding what had happened. She stumbled and was supposed to fall, but sohow now Allen had his hands on her breasts by accident.
She looked at Allen's hands, then at him, and repeated the sa action before blushing.
Allen released Tearju, imdiately and covered her mouth.
"Please don't scream; it won't end well for anyone." Allen had an ironic smile. How long had it been since he got himself into such a ridiculous situation?
And it wasn't over when he noticed that Tearju had cald down; her heel broke, and she fell backward. As she sat on the floor, her skirt tore, revealing Allen's view of her red lace panties.
"Is this happening?"
Allen didn't know why, but it seed that Tearju's existence ca with a Yuki Rito's passive. Allen shook his head; he didn't need sothing like that.
He took off his jacket and covered her intimate area. Tearju realized her predicant and fainted.
Allen got nervous; he was in front of an unconscious woman with a torn skirt. If soone saw him...
[Host, you should take her to the infirmary and just tell the truth if they ask.]
The system started speaking sense, and Allen cald down. Expecting people to label him as a pervert or predator just for this was silly; in reality, people didn't care so much about others.
Allen took the unconscious Tearju to the infirmary. Seeing that there was no one there, he laid her on a bed and closed the curtains. He thought about leaving, but then he felt it would be irresponsible to leave a defenseless woman in this situation, especially such a beautiful woman; more than one idiot could try to take advantage of her.
This was true because shortly after, a couple of guys arrived wearing loose clothing.
"Hey, where are the ds?"
"They're in the cabinet behind the painkillers. The nurse disguises them with other labels."
"Shit, really?! This will sell!"
"Shut up!" One of them said nervously, then checked the exit. "The nurse will take ten minutes; we need to hurry."
While one of the students emptied the cabinet, the other kept watch. However, as he looked at the pills in the bottle, his head was slamd against the cabinet.
The other student was startled and turned only to see his friend on the floor with no traces of his attacker. Out of nowhere, he received a blow to the stomach, making him vomit and then fall to the ground.
"You..."
"Stealing dicine is dangerous for your health."
"Damn..."
The student passed out, and Allen felt that staying would bring him trouble.
"Wait!" Allen, who was about to carry Tearju, stopped his movents and thought, 'What I seek in bad luck could cause it myself!"
Allen smiled satisfactorily and sat in a chair with two unconscious students, one with cuts on his face.
"What happened there?!" a middle-aged woman arrived and shouted.
"I did it!" Allen responded in the most brazen and unrepentant manner possible.
The nurse opened her eyes and looked at the situation. Seeing the cabinet open and a backpack with many dicines, she frowned, then looked closely at the students.
Allen had that brazen and unrepentant look.
...
In the afternoon, Allen was rewarded in front of all the students.
"HUH?! WHY?!" Allen shouted as the students applauded.
One of the thieves had volunteered to help in the infirmary for the last six months due to a flu outbreak. The nurse didn't have enough hands; she trusted him, and at so point, she told him about the pills.
The students almost stole about five thousand worth of dicines.
Allen wanted to curse upon hearing this.
'This is wrong; I must do bad things and receive punishnts!' Allen thought with fear, maybe it was just paranoia, but he had a feeling that this good luck was a very bad thing.
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