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"Aunt, what did you say... what conditions?" Mike was confused.

"No, I was just thinking about this superpower you awakened."

Diana didn't explain further but instead raised a question, "I was considering... just by exchanging cups and saliva neutralized by boiling water, you can master all my abilities."

"That's true." Mike nodded, "However, it only lasts for about four hours. Is there any problem with that?"

"What I'm wondangerous ." Diana took a deep breath and continued, "If—just if—instead of neutralization, it's a direct exchange of fluids, or even an increase in the amount of fluid medium, what effect would your ability have?"

Mike felt his aunt's idea was somewhat dangerous but also he also felt excited.

However, he hadn't thought of this possibility.

Could it be that the duration or intensity of his powers would change based on the amount of exchanged fluid?

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The next day, early morning.

When Kara Danvers, wearing a pair of old-fashioned black glasses, holding her schoolbag, and walking with her head slightly lowered, stepped through the school gate, the sounds of the entire massive school greeted her.

From the loud echoes of footballs and basketballs bouncing on the school playground to the slight tremors of hibernating insects in the woods behind the teaching building, from loud conversations and quiet whispers of students around her to the guard's sleepy yawn at the back gate—all of it reached Kara's ears, clear and unimpeded.

Kara frowned, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Luckily, it had been over three months since she awakened her super hearing, and she'd learned to avoid showing any unusual reactions as she walked into the teaching building like everyone else.

Unlike Kara, who instantly perceived hidden details, the students around her barely gave her a second glance.

To them, Kara was an invisible figure, quiet and reserved, the kind of student who didn't stand out.

Kara was secretly relieved. She preferred not to attract attention. Walking briskly from the back door of her classroom, she took her seat in the corner by the wall.

She carefully pulled out her sturdy chair, moving gingerly as though she was afraid of accidentally breaking it. Once she was seated, Kara let out a soft sigh of relief.

This careful approach was a daily routine for her.

"Good job, Kara. No accidents this time, and nothing broken." She whispered, a bright and sweet smile crossing her face. Even thick black glasses couldn't hide her natural beauty, though no one around noticed.

Yes.

Kara was a Kryptonian, living in hiding among humans, the second Kryptonian in the universe. Her real name was "Kara Zor-El."

The first, of course, was Superman—the hero already famous on Earth. He was also her cousin, "Kal-El."

As for why Kara appeared younger than her cousin, looking like a fifteen-year-old girl, the answer went back to Krypton's destruction.

When their planet was destroyed, Kara's parents sent her to Earth to protect her baby cousin Kal. But her journey was disrupted by a wormhole, which caused her to lose over a decade in transit. When her ship finally arrived on Earth, it was less than a year ago.

By then, her cousin was grown and had become Superman, no longer in need of her protection. Instead, he helped her find an adoptive family—the Danvers—allowing her to live an ordinary life on Earth.

Kara glanced at the wall clock. Five minutes until class.

Taking out her books, she could still hear the sounds of the school around her. The most common sound was students' conversations.

Today, though, the main topic was different from the usual gossip about relationships or famous superheroes. Nearly every student on her floor was talking about the latest morning news.

Though reported that morning, the event had actually happened the night before.

A massive green monster had appeared in a suburb of Washington. Armed forces immediately responded, but the soldiers suffered heavy casualties. Blurry, chaotic footage from the news showed the green creature wreaking havoc on the city and military forces with terrifying strength.

Then, Ghost-Spider, the Silver-Haired Goddess, joined the fray. A clip of the Silver-Haired Goddess facing off against the monster showed her shield clashing with the creature's massive fist—a scene that instantly captured the world's attention.

The silver-haired goddess was actually Mike, who ultimately defeated the green monster and became the main topic of the day.

"I officially declare the Silver-Haired Goddess as my superhero idol from now on!"

"Hold on, you said your idol was Superman!"

"Who says I can't support multiple heroes? I think the Silver-Haired Goddess is amazing!"

"I'm a Batman fan, but I can't help liking the Silver-Haired Goddess... she's just too cool."

In only a morning, the Silver-Haired Goddess had become Washington's most popular female hero.

Even many teachers in the middle school, especially the men, were discussing her excitedly in the staff room.

"Could it be that the Silver-Haired Goddess is a local superhero living in Washington?"

"It's hard to say. Heroes like her have abilities that make the distances between cities trivial for them." one teacher reasoned.

The others nodded in agreement. For superheroes like Superman and Iron Man, everyone knew they were based in Metropolis and New York City, respectively, but it wasn't surprising to see them appear on the other side of the world.

"I don't care. From now on, she's my dream goddess. I'll buy every piece of merchandise they make of her!" One teacher vowed passionately.

If only he knew the Silver-Haired Goddess's true identity.

"Silver-Haired Goddess, Ghost-Spider, Green Monster..."

Kara murmured softly, though she was unimpressed.

Just the opposite of ordinary people.

Kara was only interested in ordinary human affairs. As for the so-called extraordinary things, her existence as a Kryptonian was the greatest secret hidden in Washington, D.C. Therefore, there was nothing much she cared about.

"Class is about to start." Kara was slightly stunned, but when she tuned into the myriad voices within the school, she did not hear the gentle voice she wanted to hear the most.

He hadn't walked through the hallway next to her seat as usual.

Ding!

The school bell rang in the teaching building.

Kara quickly looked up to one side of the teaching building. In her vision, several layers of walls seemed to dissolve, allowing her to see a specific advanced-level classroom. Amidst the sea of students, two seats were conspicuously empty.

The male teacher, who had recently talked about buying superhero merchandise, entered the classroom carrying a thermos and announced, "Today, Mike Prince and Gwen Stacy have both taken a sick day."

"Not feeling well? He seemed perfectly fine yesterday."

Kara frowned slightly, and what concerned her more was the buzz among the students in that classroom.

"What a coincidence, both of them out at the same time?"

"Guess I was right. They might actually be a couple!"

"So, I really don't have a chance?!"

"You never did. My goddess Gwen…"

Hearing the genuine despair in the voices of several students, Kara's heart couldn't help but tremble.

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Mike hadn't slept all night.

He lay on his bed, watching the night sky outside his window gradually give way to the cool light of dawn.

After all, last night had been overwhelming and thrilling, with mysteries revealed that exceeded all he'd experienced in his sixteen years.

Also, in the bathroom.

When he mentioned his aunt his newly awakened power, she showed no aversion or discomfort. Instead, she'd eagerly helped him analyze the triggers and potential limits of the power, even encouraging him to experiment with it—a true display of open-mindedness.

It wasn't that Mike was uncontrollable; the idea itself was simply too enticing. He'd unconsciously raised his hand as if to add his thoughts to the discussion.

Mike wasn't sure if his aunt had noticed this when she helped rinse the soap from his hair.

He only remembered her last words in the bathroom:

"Mike, what kind of person do you want to be?"

"There's no rush to answer this. When the time is right, I'll give you a choice. No matter what you decide, I'll support you."

Mike thought about this all night, unable to fully grasp the meaning behind her words.

A choice? What kind of support?

More unsettling was the idea that his *Lord of the Dependents* power could only be fully realized with the help of extraordinary women—a rather inconvenient limitation. Without the right person, it was practically useless.

Was this the support his aunt mentioned?

Recalling how his aunt had theorized that "the greater the exchange medium, the stronger the effect," Mike felt warmth spread over his face. That was one of the real reasons he hadn't slept.

Fortunately, his aunt had worried about potential aftereffects of his power and had requested a day off for him early that morning.

Coincidentally, he'd learned that Gwen had also taken a sick day.

The image of the half-masked Spider-Woman from the night before flashed through his mind.

After lunch, Mike turned to his aunt and suggested, "Gwen has a cold. I thought I'd go check on her."

Diana, familiar with Mike's childhood friend, immediately agreed, "Of course. We live close, after all."

She glanced around the somewhat disheveled living room and added, "I'll arrange for someone to come by later to renovate and add new furniture."

"Will it cause trouble?" Mike was a bit worried.

The signs of last night's events—deep footprints, holes in the floor, and smashed furniture—were still there. Any thorough inspection might bring questions.

"It won't."

Diana was calm and poised, dressed in a white blouse and slacks that gave her an air of elegance, "I have connections, and I know people who can handle this discreetly."

"That's a relief." Mike finally relaxed, although he remained curious about these "connections."

After lunch, Mike donned his winter jacket and headed over to Gwen's house.

Crossing a street, Mike soon arrived at her apartment complex. The security guard recognized him and opened the gate, "Mike, it's been a while since you visited."

"It has." Mike replied. It was easier when they were kids, but in recent years, George had been keeping a close eye on him, almost as if he suspected him of mischief.

Soon, he stood outside Gwen's door. When he rang the doorbell, he felt a twinge of unease.

Thankfully, a warm voice called out from inside, "Coming!"

The door opened.