Late at night.
"I was wrong, this guy isn't some god-tier teammate at all—he's a total idiot!" Jill Young lay on the bed in a hotel room, wrapped in a bath towel. Her long, pale, toned legs were left to cool in the air. The towel itself was barely hanging on, looking like it could slip off at any moment. Normally, she was bundled up tight in her Hate-Molded Armor, so you couldn't see her figure. But now, with her fresh out of the bath and sprawled out, if any other man were here, he'd be spraying blood from both nostrils straight into the stratosphere.
But there were no other men here—just Jack Young, sitting blankly on the couch next to the bed, eyes half-open and empty.
A stunning beauty with barely a scrap of fabric on, and a muscle-bound guy sitting there like a dope—so what do you think is going on? Whatever you’re imagining—yeah, it’s not that.
Here's what actually happened.
Earlier that day, the two of them—let’s just call them "two people" for narrative convenience—escaped from the Volt Leviathan. Watching the giant monster from a distance, Jill realized that the "monster" mentioned by the World Observation Bureau was definitely this thing. The main plot of the future, and probably the whole reason they came to this world, was all about this beast.
So Jill kept watching for a while. Standing on the rooftop of a skyscraper, she watched from several blocks away, feeling both excited and troubled. Excited, because this monster was seriously awesome! If there’s anything in this world that could drop a top-tier XP potion, it has to be this bad boy!
But the trouble was, she had no idea how to actually deal with it. The big guy rampaging around was basically a turtle on steroids: low to the ground, heavy as a freight train. Even crawling, its back was at least eighty or ninety meters off the ground. Imagine a thirty-story mountain of meat tearing through the city—yeah, it was a wild sight.
Supersonic jets screamed overhead, attacking the giant beast with everything they had. But the Volt Leviathan’s gray hide was tough as nails—machine guns did nothing, and even air-to-ground missiles barely left a mark. Honestly, unless they had a railgun or something, there was no way to even scratch this thing.
But Jill could tell—their goal wasn’t to kill it, just to lure it away. Soon enough, the monster chased after the buzzing jets, lumbering off toward the distant bay and mountains, leaving behind a path of utter destruction. The road was just a mess of ruins and rubble, everything flattened almost to the ground.
Jill had no idea how to handle a beast like that right now. But there had to be some way to deal with it—after all, the World Observation Bureau’s keywords included "near future." If this was Steelbull City, Jill wouldn’t be worried at all. Whether it was the Heart of the World’s main cannon or something else, there’d always be a solution. This world had to have its own tricks up its sleeve too.
But seriously, what kind of world is this? Cities, monsters… Don’t tell me it’s actually like that Chosen One said, and we’re stuck in some Ultraman universe! Now that would be a riot.
With the monster gone behind the ridge and no way to get involved for now, Jill decided to find a place to settle down and tackle her two biggest problems: what kind of world this was, and what exactly was up with Jack.
She rode her motorcycle into the part of the city that hadn’t been wrecked and found life there surprisingly normal. People were nervous, sure, but it was a practiced kind of fear—not panicked 24/7. Clearly, giant monster attacks weren’t exactly new here.
The city’s population was a mix—black, white, yellow—but mostly yellow, and everyone spoke Mandarin. The buildings were odd, too. The Eastern style was legit: upturned eaves, carved beams, painted rafters, red lanterns. It was Chinese all right, with archways on the pedestrian street. But it didn’t feel like China itself—more like a Chinatown, the kind you see in Hollywood movies.
On this pedestrian street, Jill put away her bike and told a certain blockhead to wait in the corner while she went to get some cash. Jack really did just stand there, totally still. Every now and then, heavily made-up women would pass by, giving him flirty looks. Some even tried chatting him up and got handsy, but Jack didn’t move or react at all. They got bored and called him a "weirdo" before storming off.
Jill saw all this from not far away, but just smiled and didn’t care. She was more focused on the money situation. From her quick observation, the currency here worked just like on Earth—RMB was still king. She wondered if gold was still good too. No matter what she planned next, having cash on hand was always the smart move.
Just as she was thinking about this, someone called out to her: "Miss... hic... Miss..."
"Hm?" Jill turned around and saw a short, chubby guy stumbling over, reeking of booze and looking sleazy. He barely came up to her chin. When Jill turned her face toward him, his squinty eyes popped wide open: "Wanna... hic... wanna have some fun with me?"
"Fun... fun?" Jill narrowed her eyes. Anyone who knew her could tell—this guy was about to be in trouble.
But the chubby guy had no clue. All he saw was a drop-dead gorgeous woman and got even more excited: "Yeah! The monster’s here, who knows how many days we’ve got left—might as well live it up!" He laughed and slapped his crotch. "Don’t judge me by my looks—my little buddy’s as hard as steel!" Whether he was drunk or just gross, his stuttering made him unbearable.
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But Jill’s eyes flickered, and she suddenly smiled. "Sure, let’s go have some fun."
"R-Really?!" The short chubby guy was over the moon, rubbing his hands together. "Then I’ll take you to the best bar—"
"No need for all that hassle. Let’s cut to the chase—right over there." Jill pointed at a storefront. The guy looked—Lovers’ Motel! Holy crap, this lady was direct and decisive, a real gem! He nodded furiously, and before he knew it, Jill was already striding inside. He hurried after her, and Jill slapped the counter: "Top floor, all night, hurry up."
All night? She’s going for the full experience! The chubby guy’s face lit up like a flower. He jogged after Jill into the suite, stripped off his clothes without a word, showing off his flabby belly and drooling. "So, shall we start? What theme do you like? Nurse and patient? Teacher and student? Or princess and warrior?"
Jill glanced around the room, barely paying attention. "Theme, huh… If I had to choose, I’d go for queen and slave dog." The soundproofing was good, and the place was high up—a decent spot.
"Queen?" The chubby guy’s eyes flashed, and he dropped to his knees with a thud. He was so quick and professional, even Jill was a bit surprised. "Your Majesty, please train me!" He said it so smoothly, he must’ve practiced.
"Heh!" Jill grinned, eyes gleaming with mischief. She cracked her knuckles and stepped forward. "Don’t worry, I’ll train you real good…"
Five minutes later, Jill walked to the edge of the balcony and called down to a certain blockhead standing dozens of meters below: "Avoid the crowds and come up!"
She’d spoken in a normal voice—no way anyone on the street below or even in the next room could hear. But Jack suddenly moved, darted into a dark alley, and with a couple of wall jumps, landed on the balcony in a flash.
"Alright, now we’ve got a place to shower and sleep. Someone else paid and even provided the ID—where else are you gonna find a deal like that?" Jill stretched and headed inside. "I’m beat, I need a shower and some sleep!" She really was exhausted, mostly from that weird energy drain during the time jump.
Thinking back, it was probably Jack’s fault… "Hey, why are you just standing there? Go take a shower!"
With that, tonight’s theme officially began: Sleepwalking Jack is a total blockhead.
Calling him a blockhead isn’t totally accurate—he seems to know exactly what to do, and he does it perfectly. The only thing that drives Jill crazy is, he’s got zero sense of shame or decency. In short—no embarrassment, no morals.
Like, if you tell him to shower, his clothes are off in a split second—completely naked. Jill didn’t care; she’d seen it for over twenty years, so she was unfazed. The only surprise was that an old scar on her butt had vanished—looks like leveling up Dragon Elephant Kung Fu also improves your skin.
She was starting to think having two bodies was pretty handy, especially for scrubbing backs. Back in college, she could never reach that one spot no matter how much she twisted. But now—easy. Everything squeaky clean.
But when she was scrubbing Jack’s back, Jill realized something—some commands should never be given when other people are around. This blockhead didn’t care if there was an audience; he’d follow orders no matter what. His shame level was basically zero.
If that wasn’t awkward enough, things really escalated when it was Jill’s turn to shower.
"Huh?!" In the bathroom, Jill covered the important parts and stared at the doorway. Jack barged right in, face blank and creepy as hell—like a scene straight out of a Japanese movie. "What are you doing in here!" Jill was about ready to punch him.
"Helping you scrub." Jack’s answer was deadpan, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Then he reached over, hands moving so fast they blurred, like he was about to unleash some secret bathhouse technique that’d get every inch spotless in a second.
What greeted him was Jill’s iron fist.
"Get! Out! NOW!"