The initially cold and disdainful mastermind, a sinister and wicked man, has, after being meticulously transformed by the Twelve Heroes, become a corrupted woman (laughs).
"Let me translate: 'reformation' refers to corporal punishment, which means making him truly recognize his true self and start anew."
[As time went on, the Twelve Heroes and Bai He developed feelings for each other amidst their battles.]
Bai He has already acknowledged them as his godfathers; he submitted to them during the battle.
Ultimately, they were no match for the opponent and had no choice but to back down.
"It's okay. Even though you've randomly claimed someone as your father, you can still gain some benefits from it, right?"
"You can follow in your father's footsteps and inherit their legacy!"
At that moment, he felt his spine and pride shattered, like a white crane falling completely into the mortal world.
His will was far less resilient than that of the other chosen ones he had already tormented, but it could also be said that he had never suffered like this before, never endured so much hardship.
Sometimes, they would even give him something different to try.
"Let him taste something sweet, okay?"
"You guys are so considerate."
In the third year of the future, Bai He, wrapped entirely in a white cloth, arrived in the Upper Realm, surrounded by the Twelve Heroes, in a technologically advanced airspace.
[The Sky Domain, that Yuan Tian Domain that plays with mechs.]
[In an underground cinema, Bai He was surrounded by a crowd.]
[But actually, quite the opposite is true; he alone surrounded everyone!]
He stared wide-eyed at the video playing in front of him, not knowing what it was.
However, if he is unable to recount the film's excellent plot afterwards, he will need to go through another frantic battle.
We also need to use fruits or something to make wine.
"If only it were just wine made from fruit (sad)."
[At the beginning of the video, a figure that looked strangely familiar to Bai He appeared.]
"Hello everyone, I'm your friend, the Ninth Hero of Qinghe!"
"This time, we're bringing you the most exciting and explosive action movie yet again. This is our 42nd production from Qinghe Films! (Macho laugh)"
"Our previous works include *The White-Dyed Man's Girl*, *The Cold-Faced Man's Girl*, *To Survive, I'll Even Call Out to My Father*, *The Twelve Saint Seiya Rhapsody*, and *The Dung-Swimming Man's Girl*."
Bai He: "..."
[Tags: Prodigy, Beautiful Man, Defeated, Cold Face, Swearing, Brat, Darkness, Begging for Mercy, Sun and Moon Lost, Milk Tea, Go for It!, Swords and Knives, Fierce Battle...]
He trembled violently, trembling with rage.
A long-dormant anger surged in his chest.
[Have all those things that happened over the years, all those experiences of his defeats in battle, really been spread throughout the entire world?!]
How could this be? How could they be so audacious!
"Yes, I like it this way."
Behind him, someone surrounded by him extinguished that anger with a single sentence.
Suddenly, only sorrow filled his eyes.
[As the film ended and the audience prepared to leave, the theater remained brightly lit, with the lights still on.]
A beam of light shone down, illuminating Baihe, who was only wrapped in a white cloth.
"Today is our fan appreciation day!"
"This is a thank you gift for everyone's support of legitimate movies!"
Bai He's legs trembled. He didn't want to fight anymore; he had lost too many times. He tried to retreat, but a powerful chest blocked his way.
He was thrown directly onto the stage at the very front of the theater.
Bai He looked at the fans surging in from all directions, his legs trembling as he tried to escape, but he was swallowed up by the sea of people, all eager for that earth-shattering battle with him.
He couldn't help but think to himself, "...It's okay, it's okay. They just have more people. Actually, it's no different from before, and they won't be any more difficult to deal with."
[Even if there are many people... what difference does it make?]
Human combat capabilities are still limited!
Humans have size limitations!
Their heads are at most the size of a soccer ball or basketball; even if they drank Sanlu milk, they wouldn't grow to an absurdly large size.
Their thighs couldn't possibly be longer than 1.5 meters, far shorter than man-made weapons!
He can win this battle!
"..."
【Crack! Crack! Crack!】
The crisp sound of clashing steel rang out, and the shadows, stretched seven or eight meters by the shifting light, enveloped the crowd.
Several exoskeletons slowly moved forward. These exoskeletons were at least three meters tall, practically like mountains forged from steel!
They possess the power to destroy everything!
"Haha, I'd heard this day would come, thank goodness I wore my exoskeleton armor!"
"I've been looking forward to this battle for so long, my hands are itching, so incredibly itchy!"
"Me too. I even temporarily modified my mech fist into a pointed, round hammer. I want to see if the previous videos had any special effects."
"Look at this! A high-frequency vibrating sword that strikes 90,000 times per second (unsharpened), with added swing and spin functions. Its damage is off the charts! He has no chance against me!"
"You two did a great job! Let's put Little White on it for a ride on the rocking horse!"
[“Don’t go too far, you guys who drive exoskeletons!” Some fans arrived empty-handed and felt resentful.]
"You guys have to be at the very back of the line, otherwise, if Little White turns into Index, what's the point of us fighting?"
"Exactly, the strongest fighters among you should go last. What's the rush?"
[...]
Time flies, and more than three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
This time, the future is slowly approaching its end.
...
(I'm exhausted from revising. I've almost finished 9000 words today. I'll revise the rest tomorrow. I'm going to get some sleep now.)
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