Ben10: A Romantic Adventure with a Gender-Swapped Class

When those molten gold pupils fully opened, Mo Bai slowly stood up with an almost eerie calm.

His movements were fluid and natural, as if he had never experienced the weakness of having his soul drained, but was simply waking up from a brief rest.

The hem of her clothes brushed against the deathly still air, without a speck of dust.

This subtle sound, like a pebble thrown into an absolutely silent lake, instantly captivated the witch's entire attention.

She maintained the posture of sending her soul into the crack, but her neck stiffly turned slightly toward the source of the sound, filled with disbelief and astonishment.

What did she see?

The boy, who should have been exhausted and collapsed on the ground like a rag doll, was now standing steadily.

His head was not lowered, but slightly tilted, and the shadow cast by the wisps of hair on his forehead just covered his eyes, making it impossible for anyone to see the cold, molten gold hidden within them.

"This...this is impossible..." For the first time, the witch's voice lost its composure and became trembling slightly, like the first crack appearing on a fine piece of porcelain. "Your soul has clearly been absorbed by me!" She couldn't understand how this violated all the magical laws she knew.

However, Mo Bai ignored her questioning.

His gaze, as if drawn by invisible threads, slowly shifted to his companion lying on the ground beside him.

My gaze finally settled on that petite figure—Xiao Ban.

He just watched quietly, without saying a word or making any movement, like an ancient statue gazing at the sleeping dust.

Time seemed to freeze under his cold gaze, with only a silent sense of oppression permeating the air.

This utter disregard and silent arrogance instantly ignited the suppressed fury in the heart of the cursed witch.

She felt that everything she had meticulously planned and the power she now wielded were being desecrated in front of this strange boy.

"Since that's the case, then let's do it one more time!" she shouted sharply, her voice shrill with anger.

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her right hand, palm facing Mo Bai.

A purple magical vortex, several times more powerful than before and possessing a destructive suction force, instantly formed, roaring like a greedy maw as it lunged at Mo Bai.

A sudden gust of wind arose, whipping up pebbles from the ground and sending them spinning wildly around the purple vortex.

However, the center of the vortex—Mo Bai—remained as still as the eye of the storm.

The air around him seemed to solidify into an invisible barrier, and no matter how the vortex tore and devoured him, it couldn't even shake a corner of his clothes.

He stood there, letting the purple energy turbulence rage around him, as if watching a trivial farce.

The witch's pupils contracted in shock, and the immense resistance from her palm made her arm tremble slightly.

She gritted her teeth in despair, her knuckles turning white from the effort, but in the end, she let her hand fall limply, the vortex dissipating unwillingly into the air.

"Since that's the case, then I'll drain your energy first!" A ruthless glint flashed in her eyes as she prepared to launch an even more powerful attack.

Just as she was gathering her strength, Mo Bai finally made a new move.

He slightly raised his head, his gaze no longer lingering on Xiao Ban, but piercing through the surging torrent of his soul, directly and calmly fixed on the pure white crack in the sky that tore through the heavens.

"Dagang?"

Two words, clear and calm, as if asking a familiar name.

But it exploded in the ears of the evil witch like a thunderclap.

She turned her head sharply, her eyes filled with utter astonishment—how could this name, this forbidden existence, be uttered so casually by an Earth boy?

A thought flashed through her mind: He had been pretending to be unconscious and had overheard her deal with Da Gang!

However, as if to confirm this bizarre phenomenon that defies common sense, the grand, cold voice, carrying a clear and inquisitive tone, resounded once again from the depths of the pure white crack.

"interesting..."

"You have a familiar aura about you..."

"We must have met in some quadrant..."

Mo Bai did not respond to Da Gang's question.

His right hand rose very naturally, and his five fingers made a very brief clenching motion in the air, as if to grasp something invisible.

The movement was so fast it was like an illusion, so fast that even the witch of curses doubted whether she was seeing things.

Immediately afterwards, as if sensing something more important, he naturally lowered his hand and refocused his gaze on the reality before him.

It was at this moment that the deal between the Cursed Witch and the Steel was finally completed!

A stream of purple light, more solid and brighter than the other souls, shot out from the depths of the rift, like stars returning to their nests.

As the light stream descended, it stretched and condensed rapidly, outlining the silhouette of a human figure.

As the light finally fell to the ground and faded, a figure clearly appeared—a middle-aged man with a refined face but bearing the marks of time, and long silver hair like the Cursed Witch, stood steadily in front of her.

"Daddy!" All the madness, scheming, and power of the cursed witch were transformed into the purest form of filial piety in this call.

She could no longer care about Mo Bai standing to the side. Like a fledgling bird leaving the nest, with tears in her voice and the ecstatic joy of regaining what she had lost, she suddenly rushed into her father's arms!

She tightly embraced that real and warm body, as if trying to merge herself into it.

The witch's father stiffened slightly, then looked down and saw the face of his daughter in his arms.

A surge of immense joy and disbelief instantly filled his face, and his voice choked with emotion.

"Baby, is that you?"

The witch raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears, and looked at her father. A thousand words stuck in her throat, turning into silent tears and a satisfied smile.

The father reached out his trembling hand and gently stroked his daughter's face, which had lost its childishness, his eyes filled with a sense of disorientation.

"You've grown up..."

"Daddy, I miss you so much..." The witch's voice was thick with nasal tone, a vulnerability born from letting down all her guard.

A hint of doubt flashed in the father's eyes. Beneath the ecstasy of regaining what was lost, a faint unease began to emerge.

“But how is this possible…” He instinctively sensed that the price of resurrection was far from ordinary.

"It was your daughter who saved you," a calm, almost cold voice suddenly interrupted, shattering the tender moment of father and daughter recognizing each other.

Mo Bai had already walked forward slowly and stood not far away.

In his hand, he held a crude stone sword temporarily formed from rough rock, its tip pointing obliquely at the ground.

His gaze, like a cold probe, swept over the embracing father and daughter, finally settling on the father's face, stating the cruel truth.

"She used a spell, sacrificing the lives of hundreds of thousands to save you, sacrificing all life here."

The cursed witch abruptly lifted her head from her father's arms, her eyes instantly filled with the rage of being exposed and the murderous intent of being offended.

Her father looked at Mo Bai in shock, then at his daughter in his arms in disbelief, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two, seeking denial.

"Who are you...?" the father asked instinctively.

Mo Bai didn't give him a chance to ask further questions. The tip of the stone sword was slightly raised, pointing precisely at the evil witch's father.

His voice remained calm, yet carried a weighty, almost judgmental tone.

"No need to ask."

"All you need to know is..."

"I have come to take your lives and to repay the lives of hundreds of thousands of people."

The cold words, like the sharpest icicles, pierced the father's newly revived heart.

His gaze toward his daughter was filled with pain and incomprehensible questioning.

The lives gained at the cost of hundreds of thousands of innocent lives? This is more suffocating to him than death itself!

"Don't even think about separating us again!" The evil witch instantly broke free from her father's embrace and stood in front of him!

The raging purple celestial energy between his hands condensed once more, like burning purple poisonous flames, pointing directly at Mo Bai.

Her gaze was fixed on Mo Bai's golden eyes, which were faintly visible in the shadows and exuded an inhuman pressure, filled with a reckless madness.

A devastating conflict is about to erupt!

"No!" A low, painful shout rang out.

The witch's father suddenly reached out and firmly pressed down on his daughter's arm, which was imbued with destructive power.

He bypassed his daughter's protection and faced her directly, his eyes filled with an extremely painful question.

"What have you done...?"

The witch looked at the unfamiliar, complex emotions in her father's eyes—a mixture of shock, disappointment, and pain—and was momentarily at a loss.

"I have to do this..."

“This is the only way…” Her voice carried a hint of grievance, as if she couldn’t understand why her father wasn’t grateful for her efforts.

The father's brows were tightly furrowed, as if he were carrying an unbearable burden, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"I sacrificed my life so that you could regain your freedom..."

"How could you do such an evil thing?" Every word struck the witch's heart like a heavy hammer.

"I did this for you!" the evil witch retorted emotionally, tears welling up in her eyes again, filled with the grievance of being misunderstood.

The father shook his head in anguish, his gaze seeming to pierce through time and space, seeing the distorted growth trajectory of his daughter after losing him.

"I thought that as long as I saved you from the Regidonia quadrant, you would have a chance to live a normal life..."

"I never imagined you would become a tyrant even more terrifying than Avici!"

The word "tyrant" was like the sharpest blade, piercing through the last defenses of the evil witch.

The madness in her eyes faded, leaving only the immense pain and bewilderment of being rejected by her closest relatives.

Tears could no longer be held back, falling like large pearls from a broken string, slid down her pale cheeks, and dripped onto the cold rocks, spreading out dark spots.

Looking at his daughter's torrent of tears, the father's eyes were filled with endless heartache and guilt.

He trembled as he reached out his left hand and gently and carefully wiped away the hot tears on her cheeks with his fingertips, as if he were wiping the most precious porcelain in the world.

"Honey, I'm so sorry..."

"I wasn't there to watch you grow up..." Her voice was filled with an overwhelming sense of regret.

He paused, then turned his gaze to Mo Bai, who stood silently to the side with his sword, like a cold judge, a resolute understanding flashing in his eyes.

"But that child is right..."

"I cannot sacrifice so many innocent lives just to survive."

He withdrew his hand from wiping his daughter's tears, his gaze returning to Mo Bai, his voice gentle yet unquestionable, carrying his final entrustment.

"If possible, please take care of my daughter and teach her how to live a normal life..."

"She desperately needs a guide with the right values." This request was not only made to Mo Bai, but also seemed like a final plea to fate.

After saying that, he looked at his daughter one last time, as if trying to etch her image into the depths of his soul.

Then, he slowly and resolutely stepped back, one step, two steps... each step felt like stepping on his daughter's heart.

"Farewell, my daughter..."

"I love you"

The moment the words fell, the father's body emitted a pure, gentle, yet irresistible white light from within.

The light was warm and holy, instantly dispelling the surrounding gloom and deathly silence!

"No—!!!" The cursed witch let out a heart-wrenching scream, as if she had lost all support, her body suddenly lunged forward, about to fall heavily to her knees.

Just as her knees were about to touch the ground, an arm steadily supported her.

Mo Bai was already within arm's reach, his movements as fast as teleportation. His arm powerfully supported the wicked witch's falling body, preventing her from collapsing to the ground.

His face remained expressionless, and his golden eyes showed no emotion, but his actions carried a cold, almost mechanical sense of "fulfilling a promise."

The figure of the cursed witch's father became transparent and blurred in the increasingly intense white light.

In the end, he transformed into a stream of purple light that was brighter and purer than any of his previous souls. With boundless longing and relief, like a shooting star returning home, he flew back to the pure white crack in the sky without hesitation.

The light faded, and the father's figure vanished without a trace, as if he had never existed.

The evil witch abruptly flung Mo Bai's arm away, as if all her bones had been removed, and collapsed completely to the ground.

She curled up, burying her face in her arms. The grief and despair that had been suppressed for too long burst forth like a flood, turning into heart-wrenching cries that echoed across the empty, desolate plain, filled with the sorrow of losing everything.

Mo Bai stood quietly beside her, looked down at her empty palm, and then looked up at the white crack that was beginning to heal slowly.

He wanted to ask when the sacrificed souls would be returned, but seeing the figure on the ground collapsing and weeping, he ultimately chose to remain silent.

at this time.

With the complete return of the cursed witch's father's soul, it seemed as if some balance of cosmic laws had been disrupted.

The enormous crack in the sky suddenly burst forth with a soft yet powerful purple light.

Immediately afterwards, countless, densely packed purple light spots, like a dazzling galaxy flowing upstream, emerged from the depths of the crack, from the beams of the magic energy absorber, and from every corner of the void, like a swarm of awakened fireflies, carrying the joy of new life, and scattered to all parts of the earth.

A familiar stream of purple light, bearing the imprint of Xiao Ban's life, like a fledgling returning to its nest, precisely entered her body lying on the ground.

Next came the souls of Mo Bai himself, Kevin, Xiao Wen… and all the souls of all the living beings on this land who had been deprived of their lives!

Mo Bai's molten gold-like pupils flickered extremely subtly, almost imperceptibly, the instant she sensed the little class's life force stabilizing and flourishing again.

Beneath that cold, golden luster, something seemed to be subtly stirred, only to be covered by an even deeper indifference.

However, his taut shoulder line seemed to relax almost imperceptibly.

As the last ray of his own soul light re-integrated into his body, an irresistible, immense weariness from the depths of his soul, like a black tide, instantly overwhelmed his consciousness.

Some kind of power seemed to have been exhausted as well.

The golden light in his eyes dimmed and went out as quickly as a candle flickering in the wind, turning back into familiar black pupils, though a faint trace of gold seemed to remain deep within them.

The next second, without the support of that inhuman power, the body could no longer bear it.

Mo Bai didn't even utter a groan before his body stiffened and fell backward like a broken puppet, crashing heavily onto the cold, hard rocky ground with a "bang," completely losing consciousness and plunging into deep darkness.