Ben10: A Romantic Adventure with a Gender-Swapped Class

The deafening explosion shattered the last vestiges of noise on the battlefield.

The Commander's Armor on Triske's body, a symbol of the supreme authority and power of the Eternal Warrior—a creation embodying countless alien craftsmanship and honors—finally met its tragic end under the crushing force of overwhelming power.

Like a fragile core forcibly crammed with excessive energy, it disintegrated with a deafening, metallic wail, like that of a dying beast.

Countless sharp fragments, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, resembled black hailstones violently blasted open from the inside by an invisible, immense force.

The squeezing sensation in my palm suddenly disappeared, and my vision was once again filled with the blinding sunlight and the chaotic battlefield.

Trask looked up at the Colossus's face, which was as large as a mountain peak, and its huge eyes looking down at him.

The unwavering seriousness on Mo Bai's face, and the determination hidden deep in his eyes, finally extinguished the last flame of resistance in his heart. The shadow of death, like a giant, tangible hand, gripped his wildly beating heart, and even breathing felt like a bloody, suffocating experience.

Triske could clearly hear the roar of his blood rushing through his veins and the groans of his bones straining under the weight.

Faced with such absolute power, all pride, all ambition, and all the dignity of a warrior seem so pale and laughable.

He clearly realized that any struggle would be futile and foolish, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

A tremendous sense of exhaustion, a mixture of humiliation and relief, swept over me.

Trask seemed to have all his strength drained away in an instant. He gave up his last effort to straighten his spine, letting his body hunch slightly in the lingering pain.

He struggled to raise his head and slowly addressed the warriors below.

"Samurai... let's go..."

This command, like a stone thrown into stagnant water, instantly activated the torrent of steel below.

The Eternal Warriors awoke from their brief shock and displayed astonishing discipline.

They quickly regrouped, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if drawn by invisible threads. Silently, with the heavy steps characteristic of a defeated army, they retreated swiftly and orderly in the same direction, like the receding tide of black seawater.

The sound of metal boots treading on the broken ground was rhythmic and unsettling.

Mo Bai's massive body stood silently like an ancient mountain, its huge eyes lowered, coldly watching the retreating black tide below.

Only after the last Eternal Warrior's figure disappeared into the shadows of the street corner did he slowly move his massive hand, which was tightly gripping Trisk, to a position about a person's height off the ground—approximately the height where the ankle and calf meet.

Then, without any warning, he let go.

Trisk only had time to let out a short cry of surprise before he was thrown heavily onto the cold, hard ground covered with gravel and dust, like a broken toy carelessly discarded by a naughty child.

Mo Bai was not a bloodthirsty person.

In front of the class, a living person was smashed into a mangled mess of flesh and blood.

The scene was too bloody and too cruel. He absolutely did not want those clear eyes to be tainted by such a nightmare, leaving an indelible shadow.

Therefore, he chose the "mildest" punishment: a lesson that was embarrassing enough and unforgettable.

It's just a warning, nothing more.

Bang! A small cloud of dust was kicked up.

Trisk supported himself with trembling arms and struggled to get up from the ground very slowly.

His body was hunched over, his steps were unsteady, and every step brought excruciating pain to his entire body.

But he did not fall. He only took one deep look at the giant who stood like a god, then gritted his teeth, dragged his wounded body, and limped away with endless shame, following his legion until they disappeared from sight.

Once he was certain that the threat of Trisk and the Eternal Warriors had completely receded, disappearing into the city's steel jungle like the receding tide, Mo Bai slowly raised his arm, which was as strong as a pillar supporting the sky, and patted the watch face on his chest.

A flash of light, and Mo Bai transformed back into an Earthling.

Mo Bai, now back in human form, stood quietly in place, the evening breeze ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead.

His gaze remained fixed on the direction where the Eternal Warrior had vanished, deep and serene. The previous playfulness and ease had faded from his young face, replaced by an imperceptible solemnity, as if he were silently savoring the lingering aftertaste of the clash of power and will just now.

Just as the brief tranquility following the end of the battle was stretched out by the setting sun, Kevin's voice, tinged with surprise and amusement, broke the silence.

He walked over to Mo Bai, gently nudged Mo Bai's arm with his elbow, and lowered his voice, with a hint of disbelief and teasing.

"Wow, I didn't expect you to be like this, Mo Bai. You're even more formidable than I imagined. I almost thought you were going to actually crush him!"

Mo Bai seemed to be awakened from her reverie and slowly turned her head.

The golden glow of the setting sun outlined his sharply defined profile.

Kevin, Ben, and Wen had already gathered around.

Mo Bai's lips twitched slightly upwards, a very faint, almost imperceptible smile.

He looked at Kevin, his voice calm, carrying a composure beyond his years.

“I haven’t reached the point of becoming a serial killer yet.” He paused, his gaze seemingly drifting into the distance, or perhaps just resting on the ground. “I don’t want…” His voice was soft, yet exceptionally clear, “to have my hands stained with that indelible stench of blood.” After saying that, he gently shook his head, as if trying to shake off some invisible weight, his expression returning to its usual calm.

Just then, his gaze inadvertently fell on the little boy next to him.

The girl lowered her head slightly, her bangs partially obscuring her eyebrows and eyes.

Almost subconsciously, Mo Bai's hand rose naturally, with an almost instinctive familiarity, and gently landed on Xiao Ban's soft hair.

The movement was extremely gentle, like brushing against newly sprouted feathers.

However, this intimate touch lasted only a short time, just a couple of rubs, before Mo Bai quickly withdrew her hand and let it fall to her side.

The whole process was smooth and natural, as if it were just brushing away a speck of dust, or a habitual action engraved in the body's memory, so fast that people didn't have time to grasp its deeper meaning.

Having done all this, Mo Bai felt as if she had accomplished something important, and her expression completely relaxed.

He didn't look at anyone else, turned around and walked straight towards his car parked on the side of the road.

His steps were light and steady, full of youthful energy, and the setting sun cast a long shadow behind him.

Behind him, Xiao Ban, who was hit by the sudden head pat, had two red clouds instantly rise on his cheeks, which spread all the way to the tips of his small ears.

She subconsciously raised her hand to touch the spot that had just been touched, her eyes darting away in a flustered manner.

Standing beside her, Xiaowen took in all of this, a knowing yet mischievous smile playing on her lips.

She gently nudged Xiaoban's arm with her elbow, then winked playfully at him, her smile conveying a knowing "I understand" message.

After that, Xiaowen didn't linger and followed Kevin to his car.

Soon, the two cars merged into the city traffic, one after the other, and finally stopped in front of a brightly lit fast food restaurant that smelled of fried food.

The booth seating arrangement in the store is slightly different from usual.

Xiaowen and Xiaoban sat on one side, while Mobai and Kevin sat opposite them. Xiaoban and Mobai faced each other directly, while Xiaowen faced Kevin.

As soon as Xiaowen sat down, she leaned close to Xiaoban's ear and began to whisper something in a low voice, a mysterious smile playing on her lips.

Despite their attempts to lower their voices, the four of them were so close that some of their words inevitably drifted over.

"Has there been any change in the progress recently?" Xiaowen's voice was filled with gossipy excitement.

“I see you two are getting a little intimate,” she said, her mischievous gaze sweeping back and forth between Xiao Ban and Mo Bai.

Then, her tone suddenly changed, carrying a hint of exasperation and reproach, and her voice became slightly louder.

"Unlike some blockhead that's never learned anything in a thousand years," before she finished speaking, Xiaowen had already crossed her arms, pouted slightly, and stared at Kevin, who was sitting directly opposite her, with her beautiful green eyes, clearly "resentful."

Kevin was engrossed in finishing a giant hamburger when Xiaowen's menacing gaze sent chills down his spine.

He raised his head somewhat blankly, swallowed the mouthful of food with difficulty, turned to Mo Bai next to him, and muttered in a low voice that only the two of them could hear, with a hint of confusion and grievance.

"Hey, Mo Bai, don't you feel... a bit chilly right now?"

Mo Bai was picking up a Coke cup when she heard this and paused.

He glanced at Wen, who was glaring at Kevin across from him, and then at Ben, who was sitting next to him with her head down, taking small bites of her hamburger, her cheeks inexplicably flushed. He instantly understood what was going on.

He put down his cola, turned his head, leaned closer to Kevin, and replied in the same low voice, in a serious, low voice.

"Hmm...maybe you forgot to turn off your air conditioner."

Kevin was clearly not satisfied with the answer. He glanced suspiciously at Ben across from him, who was unusually quiet and engrossed in eating his hamburger. Ben's rosy cheeks were really suspicious.

Then he leaned closer to Mo Bai, lowering his voice even further.

"Hey, don't try to fool me... Where's your 'air conditioner'?"

Following Kevin's gaze, Mo Bai also looked at Xiao Ban.

Xiao Ban seemed to sense their gazes and lowered her head even further, revealing only her bright red ears.

Mo Bai looked at the blush, his eyes flickered slightly, as if he understood something, and a very faint smile, which he himself did not notice, flashed across his face.

He turned back to Kevin and replied in a similarly quiet and serious tone, as if he had just realized something.

"Oh, I guess I forgot to turn off the heater." His tone carried a hint of helpless indulgence, as if he were explaining a trivial malfunction.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Bai's gaze inadvertently swept over the television screen hanging on the wall of the fast food restaurant.

A brightly colored advertisement with loud music is playing on the screen.

A huge headline—"BEN10 Stage Show! Cosmic Heroes Make a Stunning Appearance!"—flashed brightly like a neon light.

The stage backdrop features an exaggerated starry sky and explosion effects, while a girl wearing a signature green and white striped T-shirt and sporting a single ponytail poses energetically on the screen.

"???" Mo Bai's relaxed expression froze instantly, replaced by immense astonishment and disbelief. He blurted out the question instinctively.

"This……"

Xiao Ban was still lost in the conversation about "air conditioning heating" and her own shyness when she heard Mo Bai's surprised voice. She looked up blankly and turned around following Mo Bai's gaze.

"Wh...what...?" The question caught in her throat the moment she saw the television screen.

On the screen, the girl performing the "heroic moment" was wearing the exact same clothes as her, had the same hairstyle, and even the outline of her eyebrows and eyes was... almost a carbon copy of her.

No, not almost, it was her! A "little class" student jumping around on stage, performing exaggerated movements!

The little boy's eyes widened instantly, his mouth opened slightly, and he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

A feeling of utter absurdity, tinged with horror, shot straight to the top of my head.

She pointed at the screen, her voice trembling.

"This...this is too much! When have I ever filmed anything like this...a stage show?!"

This eerie scene instantly dispelled all the relaxed and ambiguous atmosphere in the fast food restaurant.

No longer caring about their hamburgers and cola, the group hurriedly ate a few bites, then rushed out of the fast food restaurant, jumped into their car, and sped off towards the performance venue repeatedly emphasized in the TV commercials—the Star Avenue Hotel Theater.

The sound of tires rubbing against the ground was sharp and piercing.

The car executed a beautiful drift and came to a smooth stop in front of the lavishly decorated hotel theater.

The group jumped out of the car and headed straight for the closed theater doors.

A ticket inspector with a serious expression stood at the entrance, dressed in a sharp black suit and bow tie.

Kevin took the lead, striding forward and asking the ticket inspector directly.

Has the show started yet?

The ticket inspector glanced at him expressionlessly and replied in a professional yet distant tone.

“Sir, the performance hasn’t started yet, but,” he pointed to the tightly closed, ornate doors, “ticket checking and entry have ended, the doors are closed, please show your tickets.”

"Hello?" The little boy was already furious about being "pirated," and he was even more impatient now.

She shoved Kevin aside, who was blocking her way, and squeezed past him to the ticket inspector. She pointed forcefully with her index finger at her own face, which was exactly the same as the one on the poster, her tone clearly displeased and questioning—the meaning couldn't be clearer: Look closely! The real person is right here! What other ticket do you need?

However, before the ticket inspector could react, Xiaowen darted forward and quickly stood between Xiaoban and the ticket inspector.

She forced an awkward yet polite smile, pulled the little boy back a bit, and waved her hands repeatedly at the ticket inspector to explain.

"I'm so sorry! She...she's been on the bus for a while and is feeling dizzy! Please don't mind, please don't mind!" With that, she quickly pulled her wallet from her pocket, took out a few bills, and handed them over. "Please give us four tickets, thank you!"

The ticket inspector glanced at the sulking Xiao Ban, then at the banknotes Xiao Wen handed over, and shook his head expressionlessly, his tone resolute.

"I'm sorry, that's impossible."

“All tickets are sold out long ago,” he said, pointing to the “Sold Out” electronic sign next to him.