Empty City’s campus life had just begun—peaceful, harmonious, and now with a Fox Maiden girlfriend.

Heavenly Emperor—White Chrysanthemum vanished within the prison walls, erased from human sight.

Though charged with prison break, no one investigated.

Not from lack of will—but time, energy, even personnel were gone.

Heroes first emerged five years ago. Facing the Apostle Invasion, more Superhumans arose, shouldering the duty to save the world and guard peace. Over time, they stopped fighting for themselves. They became organized. Disciplined. Regulated.

This was the Hero Organization.

Its headquarters stood on a Pacific island, hidden by cutting-edge tech.

But now… Hero Headquarters was a sea of corpses.

Silent corridors thickened with the scent of blood.

A metallic stench clawed from the building’s depths.

Deeper inside lay the conference room—once bustling with regional leaders.

No bodies. No blood. Only suffocating stillness.

Before a console flashing complex screens sat a sweet-faced girl.

Her shoulder-length pale blue hair framed a face as innocent as a thirteen-year-old’s.

But this was merely a mask—a deception for the masses.

Her name was Mira. At least, this face was.

She was Hero Headquarters’ ace. Some called her the strongest.

Slouched rudely in her chair, her black skirt rode up—any onlooker might glimpse forbidden secrets.

Such unladylike posture was Mira’s trademark. Her daily torrent of curses grated ears, yet her words were always truths. Always the best choices.

Her eyes locked on a screen. Suddenly—she spotted something.

That cherubic face twisted into a manic grin.

Her bewitching gaze pinned her prey, intoxicating and cruel.

“Found you~”

*Crack!*

Every screen shattered except one—showing her quarry.

“Finally got you~ Ahahahaha!”

She curled into a ball, head buried between her knees, shaking with laughter.

The lone surviving screen displayed Empty City.

Or rather—Heavenly Emperor White Sunflower.

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How many days had passed?

Empty City had lost count since arriving at this academy. Days blurred—filled with purpose, warmed by a beautiful girlfriend. He never tired of this life.

He opened his eyes to smooth skin.

*Again?* He sighed inwardly, unrepentant.

It’d been days since sleeping beside Night Zero. Last night, impulse won. He’d used Spatial Shift straight to her room. No accidental bath-time collision—but mission accomplished. After coaxing, they shared a bed again. Nothing happened. Just sleep.

He lifted a strand of her fiery red hair, brushing it to his nose.

“So fragrant…”

Silky. Comforting. Faintly sweet.

He savored it, unaware the girl before him burned crimson.

“U-um?”

“Hm?”

“G-good morning.”

Night Zero’s trembling voice betrayed her usual composure. No matter how often this happened, she still flushed.

“Oh! M-morning! Did you… hear that just now?”

“Mhm… You really… saying embarrassing things so early.”

“Can’t help it. Your hair smells amazing.”

“No need to repeat it!”

Though flustered, she made no move to escape his arms.

She squirmed, turning to face him.

Her beauty struck him anew—*how could heaven craft such a girl?*

Long lashes fluttered like whispered secrets. Amber eyes, shy yet fixed on his chest. A petite nose. Lips flushed like ripe fruit—beckoning, irresistible.

Beneath bare shoulders, a white lace bra hid perfect curves.

*Damn it…*

His morning wood had just subsided. Now this shy spectacle reignited him.

“Y-you… idiot!”

“Sorry, sorry.”

*There it goes again…*

He grinned sheepishly.

Another perfect day began.