Ben10: A Romantic Adventure with a Gender-Swapped Class

Mojath forced a distorted smile and continued to bewitch.

"You have a very narrow perspective."

"You and I are the same kind of people; we hold the universe in our own hands and shape it as we please."

"You say you desire peace and justice? Now, with just a thought, you can instantly annihilate all evil forces in the world."

Mo Bai's eyes remained as still as a deep pool, completely unmoved; the grand vision described by Mojas seemed to hold no appeal for him whatsoever.

Seeing that power could not sway him, Mojath switched to a more tempting offer. He mustered his last breath and said urgently.

"You can resurrect whomever you wish! Go wherever you want! No one in the world can stop you! Don't you want that!?"

These words were like a precise key, instantly unlocking the tightly locked emotional gates deep within Mo Bai's heart.

His expression wavered noticeably; his eyes were no longer calm, but instead flashed with a deep pain and longing.

In his mind, the blurry yet warm silhouette of a blonde girl flashed by. It was an unhealable scar in his heart, and one of the obsessions that had kept him fighting until now.

“I really can…” he murmured almost subconsciously, his hand holding the sword trembling slightly, his eyes beginning to look dazed, as if he were being swallowed up by the enormous possibility brought about by the word “resurrection.”

"I don't think so." Suddenly, a clear, slightly teasing girl's voice interrupted his whisper and broke the heavy atmosphere.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a purple-haired girl who had appeared not far away.

She wore a pointed, dark purple witch's hat at an angle, and a short, playful dark cloak over a dress resembling a high school girl uniform, the hem of which fluttered in the wind.

She stood there with her arms crossed, looking relaxed, as if she were just passing by and watching a spectacle.

Although they could only hear her voice, Mo Bai and Xiao Ban immediately recognized the person who had come—Mo Li.

"Which octopus said no one can stop you? I can stop you." Mo Li's tone was somewhat nonchalant, but her gaze was fixed on Mo Bai.

Mo Bai had already turned around and met her gaze, his eyes filled with complex emotions. The reckless thought that had just ignited within him had clearly not been extinguished.

"Why?" His voice carried a barely perceptible struggle.

Mo Li seemed to be able to see through all his thoughts and pointed it out directly.

"Because if you use it, the entire timeline will be thrown into chaos."

"It could affect everyone she knows and everyone in every time and space she exists in."

"What if I insist on using it?" Mo Bai's voice deepened, and he slowly raised the divine sword in his hand. The tip of the sword was slightly raised, and a sharp light flashed in his heterochromatic pupils, but it was not killing intent, but a stubborn persistence.

Mo Li also abandoned her relaxed demeanor, slowly opening her palms. A subtle energy seemed to be gathering in her palms, and her voice also became deep.

"You can try"

The atmosphere instantly tensed up, like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to unleash an unpredictable conflict at any moment!

At this critical moment, Xiao Ban rushed forward, spread his arms and stood in front of Mo Bai, his voice trembling with urgency.

"Calm down!"

"If you really do that, it might affect you!"

Upon hearing Xiao Ban's words, Mo Bai lowered his head slightly, looking at the divine sword in his hand that contained infinite possibilities but also represented endless responsibility, his voice low and hoarse.

"I do not care……"

"I care!" Without any hesitation, Xiao Ban stepped forward and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest, her voice choked with emotion, "I care too!"

The sudden hug and confession made Mo Bai stiffen, and the obsession in her eyes seemed to have been cracked open.

"I care too!" Suddenly, another voice came from the air.

A sleek, green-black mech landed beside them with a roar, revealing Mo's mother, her face filled with worry.

"Mom... what's wrong with you...?" Mo Bai was somewhat taken aback.

Kevin and Xiaowen also came forward. Xiaowen said with a serious and worried look in her eyes and tone, "We care about you too."

Kevin nodded vigorously, his eyes full of support: "That's right, although sometimes it's..."

"Ouch!" Before Kevin could finish speaking, Xiao Wen nudged him with her elbow to prevent him from ruining the atmosphere.

Mo Bai was stunned. He slowly turned his head and his gaze swept over everyone around him—Xiao Ban, who was holding him tightly; his mother in the mecha; and Xiao Wen and Kevin, who were standing side by side.

There was no blame in their eyes, only pure concern and a desire for them to stay.

Under the watchful eyes of these people, the reckless and insane thoughts in his heart began to waver violently.

Finally, his gaze settled on Mo Li, who was standing to the side.

Mo Li turned her head away haughtily, crossed her arms, and snorted.

"I didn't say that!"

"And you didn't need to resurrect her like this, after all..."

"Things will work themselves out when they reach the bridge."

These seemingly nonsensical words were like a ray of light, instantly illuminating Mo Bai's chaotic heart.

He seemed to understand something, and the struggle and resentment in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a complex expression that mixed sadness, relief, and a faint glimmer of hope.

He nodded slightly, and the hand that had been gripping the divine sword finally relaxed slowly and completely.

As the obsession and hostility in Mo Bai's eyes gradually dissipated, eventually turning into an almost inaudible sigh, everyone's hearts, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled back down.

However, Mo Bai did not release the divine sword. Instead, he slightly lowered his wrist, raised the sword tip again, and steadily pointed it at the limp, dying Mojas.

The cold blade gleamed with a faint, indifferent light in the dim sunlight.

"What are you going to do..." Mojath's voice revealed undisguised weakness and panic, but he was still trying his best to maintain the last bit of ridiculous dignity of a tyrant.

Mo Bai did not answer.

The response to Mojas was a small point of pure white light that suddenly condensed at the tip of the divine sword.

The light was pure and concentrated, shooting out suddenly like a slender yet incredibly precise laser beam, silently disappearing into Mojas's brow.

Mojas's body stiffened abruptly, then, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, he went completely limp, his head tilted to one side, his eyes closed, and he fell into a deep coma.

"What did you do?" Xiaowen asked, her voice tinged with surprise as she watched the scene unfold.

Mo Bai slowly lowered his wrist, letting the tip of the sword point diagonally at the ground.

His tone was calm and even, as if he had just done something trivial: "It was just to make it dizzy for a day."

At this moment, Xiao Ban had let go of his arms, and Mo's mother also stepped out of the mecha and quickly came to Mo Bai, her face showing urgency and worry.

“Son, think of a way to save your dad. He’s been turned into… uh… anyway, he’s been controlled!” She paused, her tone becoming even heavier. “I went back to the hydroelectric base and saw that there are less than ten people left in the world.”

Upon hearing her mother's words, Mo Bai merely turned her head slightly to glance at her, her gaze calm.

He lowered his head again, gazing at the divine sword in his hand, a sword that held limitless possibilities.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the eyes of the little boy beside him, looking at him—eyes filled with trust, expectation, and a silent encouragement.

After a moment of silence, Mo Bai suddenly reached out and gently grasped Xiao Ban's left hand.

His palm was warm and firm. He then turned to the people around him, his voice not loud, but with an undeniable determination: "Step back."

These three simple words instantly changed the atmosphere.

Kevin still had a hint of doubt on his face, but Mo Li, Xiao Wen, and Mo's mother had already stepped back without hesitation.

Seeing this, Kevin had no choice but to suppress his questions and take a few steps back, leaving a clear space.

Once everyone had retreated to a safe distance, Mo Bai raised the divine sword again.

He held the sword upright in front of him, its tip pointing towards the sky, and then handed one end of the hilt to Xiao Ban beside him.

"Together." He looked at Xiao Ban, his voice low but clear.

Xiao Ban paused slightly, his gaze shifting from the gleaming sword hilt to Mo Bai's face.

What she saw was his incredibly gentle gaze and the faint, encouraging smile on his lips, a smile unique to her.

At that moment, all the unease and doubts vanished.

"Yes." She nodded emphatically, without any hesitation, and stretched out her right hand to firmly grasp the other end of the sword hilt.

The two of them together raised the sword Azmith high above their heads!

At the same time, their left hands, adorned with Ultimatrix, naturally interlocked their fingers, holding each other tightly.

At the very moment the two met—

The divine sword suddenly burst forth with an indescribable, intense white light!

The pillar of light, thick as a dragon, roared and shot into the sky, instantly piercing through heaven and earth, making everything around it appear transparent!

The blinding light forced people in the distance to raise their arms to shield their eyes, yet they couldn't help but look up at this miraculous sight.

At the heart of the light, the two figures gripping the sword hilts remained as serene as if they were in the eye of a storm.

They didn't even look up at the towering pillar of light; they simply gazed into each other's eyes.

In those familiar eyes, they seemed to see countless past scenes flashing by—the clash at their first encounter, the tacit understanding of fighting side by side, arguments and reconciliations, disappointment and encouragement, all the laughter, tears, and moments of growth... All the shared memories were stirred by the power of the divine sword at this moment, transforming into a tangible torrent of emotions.

Ultimately, these immense memories and emotions seemed to be poured into the divine sword, transforming into an incomparably gentle yet all-encompassing pure white radiance.

Centered on them, this radiance spread gently and swiftly across the entire planet, like the softest veil or the most resolute wave, silently sweeping across mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, cities, and wilderness, gently enveloping the entire Earth.

A fleeting moment, yet it felt like eternity.

When the white light receded like the tide, the world returned to its original colors.

Xiao Ban loosened his grip on the sword hilt, a look of disbelief still on his face.

Mo Bai then lightly turned his wrist, using the last bit of power from the divine sword. His body flashed slightly, and his handsome black trench coat and long hair returned to their original state. His brilliant golden left eye also turned back into a deep black.

"What did you do?" Kevin was the first to rush forward and ask, unable to contain his curiosity.

Xiao Ban and Mo Bai exchanged a smile. Xiao Ban answered, his tone relaxed yet proud: "Let's do what we should do and turn everyone controlled by Da Gang back to normal."

Just then, a short figure appeared silently behind Mo Bai.

The newcomer was none other than the great inventor, Azmith. He was only the size of a palm, yet he possessed an aura of profound knowledge and majesty.

“I suggest you return it to the great inventor.” His voice was calm and even, yet carried weight.

Upon hearing Azmith's voice, Mo Bai turned around and looked down at the great Gavin alien.

He turned the divine sword around with both hands and respectfully handed the hilt to Azmith.