Ben10: A Romantic Adventure with a Gender-Swapped Class

She walked lightly to the side of young Azmith, looked at him who was engrossed in his observation, and spoke with a tone that was both reproachful and caring.

“Still working, Azmith?” Her voice was gentle. “If I had known it would make you lose your appetite,” she shook her head slightly, “I wouldn’t have created the subatomic observer for you.”

Upon hearing her words, the young Azmith finally shifted his gaze slightly from the captivating instrument and turned to look at his female companion beside him.

Although his eyes still held a lingering fascination with the mystery, they also revealed a gentleness towards the newcomer.

He replied, his tone filled with longing for the unknown: "Sonnie, the subatomic observatory allows us to observe the primal forces of the universe. How could you not want to harness it?"

Upon hearing the inquisitive words of the young Azmith, Sannes shook his head without hesitation.

Her gaze was gentle yet firm, and her voice flowed like a clear spring over the cold metal of the laboratory: "We've already discussed it."

As soon as she finished speaking, her expression subtly changed, revealing a pure and slightly coquettish smile that seemed to melt away the serious research atmosphere around her.

She gently reminded him, "You promised me you'd come for a walk with me tonight."

Upon hearing this, the young Azmith couldn't help but sigh softly. There was little helplessness in that sigh; instead, it carried a hint of warmth as if he had been pulled back to the human world.

His lips curled into a slight, uncontrollable smile, and his gaze shifted from the vast universe back to the person before him. He replied gently, "You're right, my dear."

This rare and gentle scene left the four teenagers watching somewhat stunned.

Kevin couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Really?" In his mind, for someone as stubborn, serious, and obsessed with research as Azmith to have a girlfriend was a cosmic spectacle, comparable to discovering a singing black hole.

Before they could fully process this "spectacle," the scene before them shifted and changed again, like sand art scattered by the wind.

Upon closer inspection, it was a completely different world.

Young Azmith and Sunnis were sitting side by side on the edge of a towering cliff.

Beneath me lay a colorful, alien-themed carpet, while in the distance stretched a range of strange, colorful mountains. Two setting suns hung in the sky, painting the clouds a warm orange-purple hue.

“Sannis,” the young Azmith gazed at the changing sky, his voice still tinged with contemplation of the mysteries, “why don’t you want to explore the infinite possibilities of the fundamental forces of the universe?”

Sunny didn't answer immediately; she simply turned her head slightly to look at her lover beside her, her gaze gentle.

After a moment, she spoke, her voice as gentle as a breeze beneath a cliff: "Like you, I'm quite curious about that power." She paused, gazing at the flowing lava river in the distance, and continued, "But I don't think we need to control everything."

Upon hearing this, the young Azmith gently put down the silver platter filled with exotic fruits, his brow furrowed slightly, expressing his different perspective: "If you can't control something, you can't truly understand it." This was his belief, the core logic driving all his actions.

Upon hearing this, Sunnis suddenly laughed.

She reached out and gently placed her hand on Azmith's chin, turning his face slightly towards her.

Her movements were intimate and natural, her purple eyes sparkling with insight and affection: "Azmith, I understand you." Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable certainty, "I believe no one can control you."

After saying that, she leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on young Azmith's cheek.

Then, the two quietly lay down on the soft carpet, gazing up at the alien sky.

Countless stars began to appear in the sky, intertwining with the afterglow of the setting sun to create a dreamlike scene.

Suddenly, as if noticing something, Sannes raised his finger and pointed to a spot in the sky, his voice filled with the joy of discovering a treasure: "Azmith, look!"

Above the sky, several exceptionally bright stars were arranged in an extremely precise and rare manner, forming a straight line that stretched across the horizon, emitting a harmonious and mysterious halo.

"The galaxies of the universe are arranged in a perfect new moon and full moon pattern!"

"What did she say about 'look'?" Little Ban asked in a low voice, puzzled, as he was unfamiliar with the astronomical term.

When the younger children asked, Xiaowen, who knew more about various kinds of knowledge, explained in a low voice, "Planets are aligned, forming a straight line."

Hearing this, Azmis, now standing beside them, slowly nodded, his gaze also fixed on the starry sky of his memory, his voice carrying a distant echo: "Yes, back then I looked up at the sky, watching the glittering stars shine in a straight line." He paused, as if once again captivated by the magnificence and revelation of that moment, "I only saw..."

Before he finished speaking, the surrounding scene once again rippled, disintegrated, and reassembled like water.

In an instant, everyone returned from the open and romantic cliff to the laboratory filled with sophisticated instruments.

This time, however, there was an extra sword on the huge instrument in the center of the laboratory!

It hovered in mid-air, rotating quietly and slowly. Its streamlined blade shimmered with a dual luster of metal and energy. Its structure was exquisite and its length was about half a small classmate's height.

It silently speaks of technology and power that transcends its time.

The young Azmith was showing Sonny his masterpiece—the sword that would later be known as the Sword of Azmith, or the sword that George called Aceclone.

His face radiated the pride and excitement of a creator.

"It's absolutely perfect!" the young Azmith exclaimed excitedly. "It can tear through space and time and obtain the energy of the primordial universe!" In his eyes, it was undoubtedly the pinnacle of wisdom and power.

However, upon hearing his enthusiastic introduction, the smile on Sunny's face gradually faded.

She gazed at the dangerous yet beautiful creation, her brow furrowed, and her voice tinged with worry: “To create such a sword,” she turned to Azmith, her eyes serious, “is irresponsible.”

Upon hearing Sannes's words, the excitement on young Azmith's face faded, and his brows furrowed tightly.

He had a completely different perspective, and his tone became firm: "Considering the consequences and what those consequences might be is not my job!" He emphasized his pioneering spirit, "The most important thing is this moment!"

These words were like an invisible chasm that suddenly appeared between the two of them.

After saying that, the two of them turned their heads away almost simultaneously, no longer looking at each other.

The warm and collaborative atmosphere in the laboratory instantly plummeted to freezing point, leaving only the suspended divine sword emitting a cold, faint light.

Clearly, a deep disagreement has arisen between them.

Seeing this, the bystander, Ben, subconsciously touched his chin, thought for a moment, and surprisingly felt that young Azmi's words made some sense, saying, "You're right..."

However, before she could finish speaking, Azmis suddenly jumped up and smacked her on the back of the head without any hesitation, excitedly retorting, "That's not right!" His little face showed some agitation, "That's the point I'm trying to make!"

He looked at Xiao Ban, as if looking through her at his stubborn self from back then, and said in a sorrowful voice, "I was just like you right now, young, impetuous, and foolish!"

Having said that, seemingly unwilling to offer any further explanation, Azmis snapped his fingers again.

The scenes in my memory changed rapidly once again.

The scene shifts back to the laboratory, but it feels like some time has passed.

Young Azmith seemed to have just completed the final adjustments or some crucial step of the sword's development. He turned around excitedly and shouted at the empty laboratory door, "Sonnie! Come and see!" His voice was full of joy that he wanted to share, as if he had already forgotten his previous unpleasantness.

However, several seconds passed, and only the echo of his voice remained in the laboratory; there was no response.

A hint of doubt flashed across the young Azmith's face, and he tentatively called out again, "Sonnie?"

There was still silence.

The excitement and anticipation on his face slowly froze, eventually turning into a hint of loneliness and barely perceptible panic.

He turned around, looking at the perfect and cold divine sword, as if comforting himself, and muttered to himself, "Never mind, she will come back."

Seeing this, Xiaowen couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She lowered her head, looked at the short Azmith beside her, and asked softly, "She's gone and won't come back, is she?"

Upon hearing this question, Azmith slowly, almost imperceptibly, lowered his head.

A silent heaviness filled the air.

After several seconds, he replied in a very low voice, "Yes."

That single word seemed to contain the weight of countless years of time and regret.

As soon as he finished speaking, Azmith seemed to suddenly break free from his grief, abruptly turning his head to look at Ben beside him, his tone becoming urgent and serious: "Ben! This is my point!" He tried to make Ben understand the purpose of his presentation.

Hearing Azmi's almost accusatory tone, Ben put her hands on her hips, somewhat indignant, and retorted, "You're saying this about me because you're so dense you neglect your girlfriend?" She felt the accusation was unreasonable. "I didn't do that!"

Just as the topic was about to escalate into another argument, Mo Bai spoke up at the right moment, bringing the focus back to the main point. He looked at Azmis and asked, "What about the sword later?" His question was calm and crucial.

Upon hearing Mo Bai mention the aftermath of the divine sword, Azmith turned his gaze to him, his eyes becoming even more profound.

Instead of answering directly, he asked in return, "Do you know about the Cursed Aliens?"

Upon hearing Azmith's question, Kevin, who had a good understanding of the various races in the universe, replied, "Of course, the warlike races that roam the universe." His tone carried a hint of disgust, "They're always killing each other and invading other planets."

Upon hearing Kevin's description, Azmith nodded and continued to ask in a low voice, "Have you ever thought about what happened to their home planet?" He didn't need anyone's answer; he gave the answer himself, an answer that was incredibly heavy, "It has experienced war, with multiple factions fighting each other, an endless long-term civil war."

“Later,” Azmith’s voice carried a hint of bitterness, “someone learned that I had this sword.” He paused, “and stole it (the sword) and returned to his homeland, attempting to use its power to unify the world.”

“The result…” Azmith’s voice was almost inaudible, “was destruction.”

As he spoke, the scene before everyone's eyes suddenly transformed into a vast starry sky!

Immediately afterwards, a gray-green planet in the center of the starry sky suddenly collapsed inward, followed by a terrifying explosion that swept everything away!

The planet shattered into countless enormous, burning meteorites in the silent universe, scattering in all directions.

The divine sword, however, was thrown into the cold depths of space by the aftershocks of the explosion, where it began to drift aimlessly.

Immediately afterwards, the scene changed.

The young Azmith piloted a small research vessel and carefully retrieved the divine sword that was floating in the void using a tractor beam.

He looked out the spaceship's porthole at the ruins that had just swallowed a planet, at the floating remnants of that planet.

His face no longer held any trace of the pride of a creator, only endless shock, bewilderment, and profound pain.

He leaned against the control panel, muttering to himself, his voice trembling with disbelief.

"What have I done..."

Seeing this, Azmis spoke to the four silent people beside him, his tone heavy as if carrying the souls of the entire planet: "As expected, just as Sunnes predicted." He closed his eyes, as if he could not bear to look at the tragic scene in his memory any longer, "I later decided to hide the sword and dedicate my life to the study of peaceful science."

Hearing this, Xiaowen finally understood the connection between everything. She suddenly realized and asked, "Later, you developed the Omnitrix to promote peace and unity in the universe?" She finally connected the tragedy of the divine sword with the birth of the Omnitrix.

Hearing Xiaowen's words, Azmith remained with his back to the four people, his hands behind his back.

His figure appeared exceptionally small against the backdrop of the vast laboratory, yet he carried an unimaginable burden.

He slowly shook his head, his voice devoid of any arrogance, only a profound sense of atonement:

“That was just compensation I made to make up for my mistakes.” He paused, his tone tinged with an indescribable complex emotion, perhaps disappointment, perhaps helplessness, “yet you used it (the omnitrix) as a weapon.”

Upon hearing this last sentence, Mo Bai and Xiao Ban's expressions instantly darkened.

Omnitrix is ​​their most powerful tool, and hearing its creators define how to use it evokes complex emotions.

However, at this moment, Kevin, who had been frowning and digesting the story, suddenly raised his left hand, like a student with a question in class, interrupting the heavy atmosphere and asking a very practical question.

"I don't understand, how did George get the sword?"