The incident of being suckled by the neighboring guild president’s wife haunted Alan as a lifelong shame. No one wants to be beaten to tears by their own father at fourteen. Then, to be cradled by a buxom young woman who nurses you—it’s utterly humiliating.
Though fair-skinned and handsome, being taken advantage of by a mature woman left him deeply unsettled.
Alan unconsciously smacked his lips, as if catching a whiff of that old milk scent.
Ugh, gross!
What was he thinking? Pure-hearted youth, stay true—you’re a white lotus, unstained by mud.
Alan muttered to his river reflection.
“Alan-brother! What are you doing here? I was heading to the guild to play with you. Hehe, we’re destined to be together!”
A little girl in a pink princess dress, hefting two giant golden hammers, hopped over to him.
Alan paled and stumbled back. “Sia, put those hammers down first. Let’s talk calmly.”
Sia tilted her head, her big eyes framed by long lashes. Ruby-red pupils gleamed clear under the afternoon sun. Her porcelain-doll face shone smooth and bright.
But this delicate-looking girl had superhuman strength. A light touch from her meant broken bones. A firm pat brought fractures and internal injuries. If her golden hammers grazed you? Skip the healer—just prepare your funeral.
Alan was fifteen; Sia was ten.
He’d met her at five, when she was all innocence and laughter. That year, her street was wide and empty. Sia loved sprinting down it, grinning in the sunlight. Alan accidentally wandered onto it. He saw her charging toward him—then he flew skyward.
Yes, literally. Sia had rammed him airborne. Their first meeting branded his memory forever. Alan would never forget the train-like impact.
“Alan-brother, don’t stay so far!” Sia pouted, displeased.
To her, Alan-brother was perfect except for being fragile as tofu. He’d bleed or snap bones before she even touched him. Boring.
“Sia, you’re still a child. Those weapons—uh, toys—set them down gently first, then…”
“Okay!”
Sia hurled her hammers at Alan’s feet.
Boom!
Riverbank stones shattered. Alan, caught off guard, splashed into the Newdali River.
Dumbfounded mid-fall, he thought: Seriously? I stood five meters away! How’d you still dump me in? Unbelievable.
Climbing out, Alan stared skyward, fighting tears. Surviving this brutal world felt like a miracle. If he had a phone, he’d dial 911 instantly, sobbing to return to Earth.
It wasn’t weakness—the locals here were just monstrous!!!
Alan fancied himself a genius youth. But in this rule-breaking world, geniuses like him were everywhere. Enough to make him cry and call them “Dad.”
Take Sia: who’d guess this porcelain doll hid superhuman strength? You only learned by experiencing her terror.
“Alan-brother, sorry! I didn’t mean to. Those stones under you were fragile as tofu. Really not my fault. Don’t hate me?”
Sia blinked her ruby eyes, hands clasped pitifully. She adored him—he was the one she couldn’t kill, no matter how hard she tried.
“It’s fine. Sia, you know your strength. Next time, throw your hammers—uh, toys—more gently, okay?”
Alan dried his clothes with magic, sighing at her.
“Hehe, I knew Alan-brother wouldn’t be mad! Alan-brother is the best!”
Sia hopped close, stopping one step away. “Sia has super strength. Alan-brother is tofu. Mustn’t bump him.”
Alan relaxed—until he heard her whisper.
*Alan-brother is tofu? I’m tofu?*
He froze like lightning-struck. He, Alan Reynas—Arcane Academy’s youngest, most outstanding S Rank Mage and Level 3 swordsman—a dual-cultivator prodigy even in the capital.
Yet in Sia’s eyes, he was fragile tofu!
Heaven and earth!
Was he tofu? No! Sia was the monster. Even the strongest defensive magic shattered under her hammer. It wasn’t him—it was her!
“By the way, Alan-brother, why here? Usually, you’re counting gold coins at Baiyun Zhidian.”
Sia gazed up, ruby eyes curious. She knew he owed debts, despite her age.
“No coins to count. Just enjoying the breeze.”
Alan lied smoothly. No way he’d admit fleeing a beating.
“Alan-brother works hard. Sell your guild and be my husband! Then you’ll never lack money.”
“I refuse!”
Alan didn’t hesitate. If he couldn’t be an Overlord or hero, he’d never be a kept man.
Sia’s family was rich, but he, Alan! Was! Absolutely! Not! A! Kept! Man!
He had dreams. If not hero or Overlord, he’d lead his guild to take down his dad, his grandpa, and finally—the whole world!
“Alan-brother, what’s on your mind?”
Sia stepped forward, gently poking his arm.
Crack!
Alan calmly eyed his broken right arm. His left hand glowed milky white—Healing Magic, Divine Blessing.
The light faded. His arm healed perfectly.
Since meeting Sia, healing magic became his specialty. Broken bones? A quick spell fixed them—safe, no side effects.
“Sia, a new cold drink shop opened downtown. Want to try it?”
Arm restored, Alan smiled warmly, patting her head.
Sia was sensitive—lonely for five years, with only him as a friend. Alan couldn’t hurt her. His fractures meant nothing; Divine Blessing healed any wound short of death. A loli’s heart mattered more than a little pain.
...
East Street, Newdali City.
The shop Alan mentioned thrived here. Bustling and prime, it boasted eye-catching fashions and tongue-biting delicacies. Only the wealthy owned stores here.
Mixue Bingcheng.
This cold drink shop sold iced treats, milk tea, coffee, and more. Its owner was a handsome young man, a year or two older than Alan.
He was Alan’s classmate, best friend—and son of one of Newdali’s richest tycoons.
“Yo, Alan! Slumming it today? Tsk tsk, with a loli. No wonder you skipped my girl intros. So your taste… leans young?”
Layne, Mixue Bingcheng’s owner, grinned.
“Layne, not funny. She’s my sister—Sia, Dema Count’s little princess. You know her.”
Layne rubbed his buzz cut, chuckling. “Best friend duty: pick the wrong target, and you’ll die horribly.”
Alan rolled his eyes. He wasn’t a creep—he’d never touch a ten-year-old.
“Three years in prison, death penalty worth it” was just a meme. A joke.
“Alan-brother, this guy’s annoying. Sia hates him.”
Sia pointed at Layne.
“Yeah, I hate him too. Pity your toys sank in the river. One hammer smash would’ve been perfect.”
Layne: “...”
You want me turned into meat paste?!
He knew Sia’s strength. Everyone in Newdali knew Dema Count’s little princess was born monstrous.
