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The living room of Gwen Stacy's house was brightly lit, dispelling the midnight silence.

The atmosphere, which should have been a time for family members to sleep peacefully, was as tense as a string about to snap.

New York City Police Commissioner George Stacy stood helplessly in the middle of the living room, looking at her angry daughter.

Fine beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

Things took an unexpected turn, completely contrary to his plan.

He just wanted to use his fatherly authority and his identity as a policeman to give that brat who had stolen his daughter's heart a little "intimidation," to make him understand that Gwen was not someone he could toy with his feelings.

Who would have thought that the other party would be so easily frightened? Before he could even load his gun, the other party simply passed out.

What is this? A staged accident?

However, after the initial shock, a strange sense of relief quietly took hold of George's heart.

He was relieved.

Although this kid looks decent and has a rather strange aura, his physical abilities... well, they seem so-so.

Then look at your own daughter, that tigress-like look on her face, as if she wanted to devour you whole...

Director George had even begun to sympathize with the young man named Yu Mu.

In the future, if something really happens, who knows who will be oppressing whom?

This kid is totally the epitome of a submissive character!

His old father's heart inexplicably felt much more at ease.

"snort!"

Gwen gave a heavy, cold snort, her eyes burning with an unprecedented rage.

He was completely too lazy to pay attention to his good-for-nothing, incompetent father.

She carried a basin of freshly filled cool water, turned around, and quickly walked up the stairs into her bedroom.

……

Gwen's room.

Just like her, she is neat, bright, and full of wildness.

The bookshelves were neatly arranged with various scientific monographs, the periodic table of elements and several band posters were pasted on the walls, and a faint, sweet fragrance belonging to a young girl filled the air.

This is Gwen Stacy's rational, orderly little world.

At this moment, at the center of this order, on that single bed covered with pink sheets, lies quietly an existence that should not belong here.

Yu Mu.

His eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes cast a quiet shadow under the light. His handsome face, which blended ethereal and sinister qualities, had lost all its playfulness and sharpness, leaving only a pure, almost artistic, sleeping beauty.

The way he slept was like a deity fallen to earth, so holy that no one dared to profane him.

Gwen walked to the bedside, wrung out a towel, and began to gently wipe his body, which was slightly feverish for some unknown reason.

Her movements were light and gentle, carrying a tenderness that she herself was unaware of.

Gwen stopped moving when the cool towel brushed against Yu Mu's cheek, across his high nose, and finally stopped at the edge of his well-defined lips.

At that moment, the girl's heart pounded like a drum.

She looked at the sleeping face so close to hers.

This was the first time she had observed him so closely and so unabashedly.

She had seen him manipulate the gods with a flick of his finger, and seen him look down upon all living beings with nonchalant ease.

But she had never seen him like this before.

So fragile, it seems as if it would shatter at the slightest touch.

Without those deep, all-seeing eyes, he was no longer the aloof, manipulative chess player, but simply... a man who needed her care.

This realization gave Gwen a sense of unprecedented satisfaction.

The refuge we seek is not always an impregnable fortress, but rather a reason to stand up when the storm comes.

Gwen's fingers, as if bewitched, gently and tentatively traced Yu Mu's lips.

The warm, soft touch, like an electric current, instantly coursed through her entire body.

The girl's cheeks flushed bright red, as if they were about to bleed.

Her gaze began to wander frantically around the room, landing on the desk, on the moonlight outside the window, and finally, uncontrollably, returned to his face.

A crazy, uncontrollable thought sprouted from the deepest part of my heart.

Finally, the girl seemed to have made up her mind, and all her reason and restraint were thrown to the winds at this moment.

She bent down.

Her long eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings.

She closed her eyes and, as if possessed, pressed her lips to his.

Ok.

It's icy cold.

It carries a faint, refreshing scent of grass and trees.

And... a little bit sweet.

This is Gwen's bravest and sweetest secret in eighteen years.

Just then.

squeak-

The slight noise coming from the stairs at the entrance was like a thunderclap, exploding in the silent room.

Gwen was so startled that she jumped up like a frightened fawn and sat up straight.

She hurriedly picked up a towel and pretended to meticulously continue wiping Yu Mu's arm, but her flushed cheeks and her heart pounding in her throat betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

George walked in carrying a tray.

On the tray was a cup of warm milk, several slices of bread spread with butter, and a small dish of cut fruit.

"Gwen, have something to eat first."

George's voice was full of awkward concern.

Don't overwork yourself.

Gwen didn't look up, her voice muffled, carrying a hint of grievance and stubbornness that she herself didn't realize.

"He's still not awake, how can I possibly eat anything?"

……

now.

Yu Mu's consciousness was in a boundless sea of ​​chaos.

Countless torrents of memories intertwine, collide, and merge here.

There is a life story of more than twenty years belonging to Yu Mu, a time traveler.

Yu Mu had twenty-two years in this world, a time of bizarre events and ruthless decisiveness.

Now, a third torrent, a long-sealed, cold and cruel torrent, bursts in!

Those are memories belonging to "Hydra Yu Mu"!

"Hail Hydra!"

The chilling vows exploded in my mind.

Countless fragmented images, like shattered glass, pierced his soul with a frenzied intensity.

He "saw" himself kneeling before a "leader" whose face he couldn't see, undergoing the most rigorous mental imprinting and memory sealing.

He "saw"...

The command that Hydra had branded deepest in his memory was activated!

Yu Mu's neural network is being generated, intertwined, and recombined at an unprecedented speed.

The soul of the past life, the will of this life, the steel stamp of Hydra...

Three forces stirred up an unprecedented storm in his spiritual world.

He was him in his past life, and he is him in this life.

He is now, the Hydra.

I don't know how much time has passed.

It felt like a moment, yet also like an eternity.

When all the noise and chaos subsided, all the fragments of memory were reforged and perfectly digested by Yu Mu.

"Um……"

A soft groan escaped from the lips that had been asleep all night.

Yu Mu slowly opened his eyes.

The first rays of morning sunlight, filtering through the gaps in the curtains, transformed into a golden beam that slanted across the room.

What came into view was a completely unfamiliar room filled with girlish charm.

Pink wallpaper, cute dolls, and a class schedule on the desk.

His gaze moved slowly, finally settling on the edge of the bed.

A girl was lying there, her head resting on her arm, fast asleep.

In the morning light, his short, golden hair seemed to be coated with a warm halo.

She was sleeping soundly, with what appeared to be tear stains still clinging to her long eyelashes, and faint bluish tinges under her eyelids, clearly indicating that she hadn't slept all night and had only just finally succumbed to sleep.

It's Gwen.

Yu Mu moved very gently; he only moved his finger slightly, but it still disturbed the girl who was sleeping lightly.

Gwen groggily lifted her head and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

When her gaze focused on Mu's open, deep, starry eyes, all her drowsiness vanished instantly.

Instead, there is a pure, unadulterated joy, as radiant as the sun.

"Yu Mu!"

The girl's voice was slightly hoarse.

"You're finally awake!"