Ben10: A Romantic Adventure with a Gender-Swapped Class

Upon hearing this, Kevin, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but roll his eyes and muttered speechlessly, "Uh... your suggestion... sounds reasonable, but it seems a little difficult to put into practice."

"If we want to ask an ancient person who 'died' in the Middle Ages, do we need to find a medium or invent a time machine first?"

However, Mo Bai ignored Kevin's complaints.

Instead, a slight smile appeared on his lips, revealing an all-knowing glint. His gaze was fixed on Trisk as he pressed on, his tone becoming incredibly certain: "George... he's not dead, is he?"

Upon hearing this, Triske's body jolted almost imperceptibly!

The muscles on his face tensed instantly. He slowly, extremely slowly, turned around. His eyes, which always held an air of authority and indifference, were now filled with unbelievable shock and deep scrutiny as he stared intently at Mo Bai, as if trying to see right through him.

His voice became hoarse with extreme surprise and doubt:

"How—how did you know..."

Facing the shocked gaze of Trisk that seemed to engulf him, Mo Bai remained unusually calm.

He put one hand on his hip, his posture even somewhat relaxed, as if he were simply stating a fact: "He's immortal, isn't he?"

Upon hearing Mo Bai's incredibly accurate deduction, the shock on Triske's face gradually transformed into a complex mix of wariness and resignation.

He paused for a moment before speaking with difficulty: "...That's right. His life...is indeed inextricably linked to the divine sword. As long as the divine sword exists, and remains pierced in the dragon's heart...he will not truly die. But..." His tone shifted, becoming gloomy, "...we have no way to ask him."

Upon hearing this, the last trace of doubt in Mo Bai's eyes vanished completely, replaced by an undeniable seriousness and urgency.

He stopped beating around the bush and instead circled Trisk with a sharp gaze, each step carrying an invisible pressure. His voice was clear and cold as he dropped an even more startling message: "Then he must not have told you—that thing you call the 'divine sword' is actually called the 'Sword of Azmith,' right?"

Mo Bai didn't give him time to process the shock, and continued, her tone resolute, carrying an ultimatum-like tone: "Besides, I don't have time to play guessing games or contradict you here anymore."

He stopped and stood before Trisk, his eyes blazing: "You'd better—now—immediately—take us to him! Find St. George! This is the only hope to stop Mojath and avert the destruction of the universe!"

The heavy reality was almost suffocating, but Trask didn't give them much time to process it.

He turned and strode heavily toward a retro-styled hover motorcycle, clearly modified with high technology, parked deep inside the armory, its engine emitting a low hum.

He didn't turn around, but simply raised his hand and made a "follow me" gesture.

Kevin muttered a curse under his breath, but still quickly ran to his car.

The four got back into the car, the engine roaring, and followed closely behind the hoverbike that glided silently like a silver ghost, driving away from the industrial area filled with rust and an atmosphere of conspiracy.

The convoy drove through the gradually awakening city and headed towards the suburbs.

The atmosphere inside the car was as oppressive as the sea before a storm.

Kevin gripped the steering wheel tightly, glancing frequently at the rearview mirror. Finally, he couldn't help but break the silence. His voice, tinged with barely suppressed curiosity and a hint of barely perceptible doubt, pointed at Mo Bai in the back seat: "Hey, Mo Bai... what you just mentioned... that 'Sword of Azmith'... how did you even know about it? I'm still half-believing in the legend of that 'divine sword'..."

Hearing Kevin's words, Mo Bai did not look away from the window.

The city streetscape rushed past, and his profile appeared somewhat blurred in the flowing light and shadow.

His voice was soft, yet carried a strange certainty, as if stating a fact that had already been confirmed: "The legend of the divine sword is true." He paused, then added, "I'm not entirely sure if the Dragon Heart exists, but based on the existing clues and... it's highly likely to be true as well."

Kevin seemed to still have doubts about this overly certain answer, his brow furrowing slightly.

Seeing this, Xiao Ban, who was sitting next to Mo Bai, turned to Kevin and explained, "Actually, we should have seen that 'divine sword' when we were little. But..." She hesitated for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts, and glanced unconsciously at Mo Bai, who was still looking out the window, before continuing in a low voice, "But the one we saw... might be a little different. It... comes from a parallel universe."

The destination has arrived.

The convoy stopped in front of a huge building hidden deep in the mountains, which looked like an abandoned castle but was actually heavily guarded.

This is one of the secret headquarters of the Eternal Warriors, filled with an atmosphere of ancient and strange fusion of technology.

The four got out of the car and silently followed Trisk, walking through the cold, tall stone archway and through the heavily guarded corridor displaying various ancient armors and unidentified technological devices.

Finally, Trisk stopped in front of an unassuming, heavy wooden door.

He pushed open the door, and inside was an extremely simple room.

The room was small, even somewhat cramped.

The furnishings were so simple they were almost rudimentary: a narrow, hardboard bed, a small wooden table with peeling paint, an old desk lamp, and a wooden chair that looked like it would never be comfortable to sit on.

The only unusual thing was that the four walls—including the ceiling—were almost entirely covered with densely packed, meticulously written, yet incredibly complex mathematical symbols, formulas, and geometric figures!

“This is his room, and those symbols are undecipherable,” Trisk’s voice echoed in the small space, carrying a hint of barely perceptible awe.

Upon hearing Trisk's words, Xiaowen involuntarily stepped forward, her gaze sweeping across the dizzying symbols on the wall like the most sophisticated scanner.

Her fingers unconsciously rested on her chin, her eyes focused and bright, carrying the excitement and confusion of a top student facing a challenge: "Undecipherable? What does that mean? These are just mathematical symbols."

Hearing Wen's almost Versailles-like question, Kevin couldn't help but chuckle. He turned to Triske, whose expression wasn't pleasant, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips:

"Oh, what's wrong? The Eternal Warrior Knight School doesn't offer a course in advanced mathematics, you know?" He mercilessly exposed the other person's potential knowledge gaps.

Despite the complaints, everyone quickly quieted down.

All hopes were pinned on Xiaowen. The only sounds in the room were her light footsteps and the occasional scratching of her pen on paper—she had found a pen and paper somewhere and was rapidly calculating and deducing.

Time ticked by, and the atmosphere grew so tense it was almost palpable.

Suddenly, Xiaowen stopped moving.

She abruptly raised her head, her gaze fixed intently on a node on the wall where symbols converged, and murmured to herself:

"Hmm...I've got it!"

"What's ready?" Xiao Ban was the first to step forward and ask eagerly.

Xiaowen didn't answer directly. Instead, she quickly walked to a small blank space on the wall, and the pen in her hand seemed to come alive as she wrote a string of numbers and letters quickly and accurately.

"The latitude and longitude coordinates of the next appearance of the Demon Dragon Heart Temple"

She put down her pen, turned to look at her companion, and quickly estimated, "If we drive there... the journey will take about four hours."

However, just as she finished speaking——

Almost simultaneously, all four felt an extremely slight, yet instantly numbing, stinging pain in the back of their calves! It felt as if they had been pierced by some incredibly thin and fast ice needle!

Immediately afterwards, Trisk's cold, smug voice, brimming with the air of a cunning scheme, came from behind:

"You...you have really helped me a lot."

The four looked down in horror and saw that each of them had a tiny needle stuck in their leg, the tip of which was almost invisible!

A strong feeling of numbness swept over their entire body like a tidal wave, depriving them of all control over their bodies!

Their vision began to blur and spin. In the midst of the dizziness, the four of them, like puppets with their strings cut, collapsed helplessly onto the floor with several thuds, their consciousness rapidly sinking into darkness.

In the last second before losing consciousness, Mo Bai's face was pressed against the cold, rough floor. With the last bit of strength she had left, she struggled to lift her eyelids and watched as Trisk's gleaming military boots slowly walked up to her.

Overwhelmed by boundless anger and the disgust of betrayal, he forced out broken curses in his mother tongue through clenched teeth.

"You... you son of a bitch..."

Because the insults were uttered in Chinese, Trisk obviously couldn't understand the nuances. He merely glanced at him indifferently, then turned and, with the air of a victor, quickly left the room to arrange his "harvest."

.........

It's unclear how much time passed, perhaps several hours, before the four of them gradually struggled to wake up from their deep paralysis.

My head felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead, and my limbs were still weak and sore.

Looking around, the room was empty. Trisk and his Eternal Warriors had vanished without a trace, clearly heading straight for the coordinates.

"Damn it!" Kevin slammed his fist on the floor and growled angrily.

"What do we do now? It's too late to drive there!" Xiao Ban struggled to sit up, his face full of anxiety.

"Let's go in my spaceship," Kevin said decisively, forcing himself to stand up despite his discomfort.

There was no time to hesitate. The four rushed out of the castle at top speed and arrived at the spaceship where Kevin had hidden.

The spaceship's engines roared as it broke through the atmosphere and sped toward the coordinates Xiaowen had calculated.

Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was still solemn.

Kevin was fully focused on piloting the spaceship.

Mo Bai and Xiao Ban both turned their worried gazes toward Xiao Wen, who was sitting in the back seat.

She curled up in her seat, her arms tightly wrapped around her bent legs, her face buried deep in her knees, her thin shoulders trembling slightly.

Clearly, her previous experience of being forcibly possessed by Da Gang had caused her a huge psychological shock and left her with a deep scar.

Mo Bai pursed her lips and gestured to Xiao Ban with her eyes—Kevin needed to focus on driving, and she herself was really not good at comforting people—this task could only be left to Xiao Ban.

Xiao Ban understood immediately. She walked over to Xiao Wen, slowly squatted down, looked up at her cousin curled up in a ball, and spoke in an extremely gentle voice, full of concern: "Xiao Wen... don't suffer in silence anymore. Do you want to... talk about it? Talking might make you feel better."

Hearing Xiao Ban's gentle voice, Xiao Wen's body moved slightly.

She slowly, as if she had used up all her strength, raised her head, sat up straight, and put her legs off the chair.

"That thing controls me like a puppet inside my head."

"I can't describe how disgusting this feeling is."

Why can't I resist?

Hearing Xiaowen's painful self-blame, Xiaoban's heart also tightened.

She reached out and gently took Xiaowen's cold hand, forcing a warm, reassuring smile to her lips. "Xiaowen, you're acting like this... it's like you're desperately blaming yourself for accidentally catching a cold and fever. This isn't your fault at all." Her tone was firm and strong. "If you really have to blame someone..." She paused, her eyes becoming incredibly serious. "Then blame me!"

However, the little boy's words of comfort had barely faded—

"Ah—!" Xiaowen suddenly let out a short, painful scream! She abruptly closed her eyes, clutched her head tightly with both hands, and her body trembled violently, as if she were enduring immense pain!

"Xiaowen?! What happened?!" Xiaoban was startled and quickly helped her up, asking anxiously.

Xiaowen kept her eyes tightly closed, with fine beads of cold sweat on her forehead. Her voice became intermittent, as if she was struggling to decipher some terrifying image that was forcibly flooding into her mind.

“I…I saw it…the seal, Mojath, he’s charging toward the seal!” Her breathing became rapid. “Sir George…and Trask…they were there too…they tried to stop him…but…Mojath just waved his hand, and they all fell!”

This sudden psychological warning sent everyone's hearts sinking to the bottom!

Xiao Ban suddenly stood up, his face ashen.

If Mojath has already arrived and is attacking the seal, and Trisk and his men are instantly defeated, then even if they rush there in their spaceship at top speed now, it will still take them several hours! There simply isn't enough time!

"This won't do! Absolutely not!" Xiao Ban's voice was shrill with urgency as she looked at Xiao Wen. "Xiao Wen! Only you can teleport us there instantly!"

"No!" Upon hearing this, Kevin immediately activated the autopilot system, abruptly turning around from the driver's seat, his face filled with worry and opposition. "That's too dangerous! Xiaowen's physical and mental state is very unstable right now! And we're still flying at high altitude and high speed!"

"But we have no other choice!" Xiao Ban's eyes were filled with determination.

Just as the two were arguing and the atmosphere was extremely tense—

"No"

A calm yet unusually firm voice suddenly rang out, interrupting the two.

It's Mo Bai.

He had stood up at some point, his gaze like tempered iron, slowly sweeping over the arguing Ban and Kevin, finally settling on the panting, pained Wen.

His eyes were deep, as if he had made up his mind.

“There is another person…” he said clearly, “There is another person who can safely teleport all of us there instantly from this high altitude.”

He slightly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the spaceship's walls, fixed on some point in the void. His voice rose a little, carrying a strange certainty, as if he were speaking to thin air:

"Stop hiding... I know you're watching. You know we need your help right now."

"Come out"

After a few seconds of suffocating silence—

A light, even slightly teasing, voice of a girl humming some kind of anime theme song came out of nowhere from the direction of the storage compartment at the rear of the spaceship.

"With the power of friendship~"

"My magic power is getting stronger!"

"Overcome the gloom and sorrow~"

"Only through this can we grow."

The singing was melodious and gentle, carrying a sense of ease and playfulness that seemed out of place in the tense atmosphere.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to the closed rear cabin door, holding their breath and waiting for the humming person to appear.

However, just when everyone thought she would come out from the direction of the sound—

Mo Bai suddenly felt someone gently pat her shoulder from behind!

He turned around abruptly!

Suddenly, Mo Li appeared behind him silently, like a ghost!

She wore her signature large purple magic hat askew, revealing a pair of mischievous purple eyes beneath the brim. She looked at him with a half-smile, her tone tinged with displeasure: "Hey~ Aren't you going to sing the next line for me?"

Everyone then turned around in surprise, looking at the girl who seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

She clearly used some kind of teleportation magic to appear here, directly traversing space.

Hearing Mo Li's completely untimely complaint, Mo Bai looked at the familiar face in front of her and that exaggerated hat, feeling both helpless and relieved.

He habitually lowered his head and muttered under his breath, "The Old Fairy has arrived... Ouch!"

However, before he could finish his joke, he felt as if he had been hit hard on the back of the head by an invisible whip, making him wince in pain and forcibly interrupt his "spellcasting".

He rubbed his head and looked up to see that faint purple energy was slowly dissipating like an arc of electricity on Mo Li's fair palm.

Obviously, it goes without saying who the murderer is.