The mysterious entity observing Allen was a goddess, the goddess known to all as Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty and love. The stories did not do her justice. With golden hair and white skin enveloped in light, she seemed to have her own glow. Her voice was like a spell that entered the souls of men, and her blue eyes were mesmerizing, capable of making you lose your ability to think.
She was a woman of extreme beauty with breasts larger than Allen had ever seen, even though he had not seen her yet. She was Aphrodite, but not the Aphrodite of the DC world. Like Athena, Hestia, and Artemis, she came from an anime world, or at least anyone who saw her would claim that.
Aphrodite did not approach Allen; she had never felt this way before. Never so perfect, never so incredible. In Aphrodite's view, Allen was like the Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci, Beethoven's Requiem, Michelangelo's Chapel.
As the goddess of love, her power and influence over others were absolute. Men fell at her feet just by seeing and hearing her. Unexpectedly, that was something she hated. She hated seeing great warriors turned into faithful dogs at her feet.
Now she was in a predicament. As much as she desired to know Allen, to touch him and have him, she didn't want to ruin it. So, she limited herself to watching him from afar, or at least, that was the plan.
Over time, Aphrodite did not realize that her mind began to fill with Allen. She started filling her temple on Olympus with paintings of him, even though she immediately broke them, saying it was an insult to paint Allen with that quality. Then, when she learned that Athena had a way to communicate with Allen, she entered her temple and stole one of the crystal spheres.
Could she have asked for it? Yes. Could she have obtained it another way? Yes. But her "love" began to increase dangerously and disproportionately.
...
"Ah~ there you are, my dear~ I dream every day of having you in my arms~ but I fear I'll ruin you, and I'll ruin myself~ I want you to live and reach the highest~"
Aphrodite shamelessly touched herself during Allen's livestream, imagining that her fingers were Allen's.
'Is there a way to get some of his hair?' The goddess's thoughts also twisted; they were no longer normal.
...
On the other hand, Allen never felt comfortable being in Olympus because of Aphrodite. He always felt someone was watching him, especially when he took a shower.
The system told him not to worry, that they couldn't spy on him. But that didn't stop the goddess from trying various methods. In the end, she confirmed herself by secretly stealing one of Allen's shirts. Only the goddess knows what that crazy woman will do with Allen's clothes.
Since that day, Allen avoided going to Olympus unless necessary. An important detail is that Zeus was aware of Allen's existence but never contacted him. Perhaps Zeus didn't see him as a threat, or he simply didn't care. It's cruel to ignore the killer of his son as if nothing happened, but Allen didn't complain.
With these comings and goings, funny, comic, memorable, even pleasant moments with women and chilling ones with Aphrodite, with several time skips, Allen finally reached the modern era.
...
A door opened in an alley within Metropolis. Allen breathed in the polluted air of the city. Three hundred years had passed for the people of this world, for the viewers, it was less than an hour, and for Allen, it was three months, during which he was mostly in Themyscira, Olympus, and strolling through the paradise islands.
Allen missed the sound of a city. Although it was only three months, and no matter how much he denied and complained, he had lived his entire life in a noisy city, and he simply felt comfortable there.
Allen walked out of the alley onto a main street. He was dressed in a white shirt, red tie, black pants, and his innocence was in the form of a dark gray trench coat. Yes, Allen learned to control Crown Clown more in this time, to the point of being able to change its color. While it may not be relevant in battle, it's useful not to go everywhere in bright white clothes.
Allen walked down the street; he was naturally eye-catching even if he acted normal. This was due to his hair, face, and clothes that together made him very attractive. However, people just looked at him and murmured, although some girls took photos.
Allen walked peacefully, thinking about whether he should visit some hero to find out which land he was in, or if it was really an entirely unknown universe. However, Allen heard a scream that made him look into the distance.
...
(A little earlier)
In the middle of a crowded street, people gathered by the hundreds everywhere. Each person had their problems and their own story. There was no time to worry about others.
The red light signaled a stop for vehicles, and people could cross. But there was one person who didn't. He was a common teenager who felt exhausted today because he spent the whole night watching the new anime season.
His mind had a momentary short circuit, and he started walking without realizing that the pedestrian signal had changed a second ago. So, he carelessly walked towards certain death, as a truck was approaching him at high speed.
People screamed at seeing this, no one wakes up one day in the morning expecting to see a person being run over. While chaos unfolded, the teenager came to his senses and saw in slow motion as the truck approached him. The first thing he felt was surprise, immediately replaced by a shiver and soon by a suffocating fear. But behind all that, there was a mixed emotion, an emotion that would cause confusion and displeasure in others if they found out because it was a mix of emotion and happiness.
...
Everyone prepared for a cruel scene, but it didn't happen because just before being crushed, the teenager disappeared into thin air.
"What?!" the teenager reacted while standing in front of a clothing store, he frowned upon realizing he wasn't dead.
"Well, that was close. You really had good luck, and I had bad luck. Well, that's how it goes." Allen's relaxed voice caught the teenager's attention, and he was surprised to see him by his side.
The boy looked at Allen with astonishment because he was extremely eye-catching, dressed elegantly with a trench coat fluttering as if alive.
However, the teenager replaced his surprise with anger quickly. "What did you do?!"
"Huh?"
Allen didn't understand the extreme change in the teenager's attitude. Not only was he not happy to be saved, but he was also upset with Allen.
'System, what's going on?'
[I have no idea. It doesn't seem like he has a psychological problem or hit his head.]
Allen thought for a moment, and a thought came to his mind. He put his hand on the teenager's shoulder.
"Calm down, buddy, I just gave you a hand I don't intend to charge you, there's no need to thank me. In the end, I helped you for my own satisfaction."
"You don't understand!" The teenager gritted his teeth and stepped away from Allen, then knelt and cried, "You didn't save my life; you ruined my isekai!"
An electric shock hit Allen at the same time his mind went blank for a moment.
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– Is this serious? -_-
– It's the anime's fault; so many stories of the same theme make the new generation stupid enough to believe that if a truck kills them, they'll go to another world with incredible power or golden fingers to create a harem while killing the Demon King.
Rick – *Burp* I say you kill him.
Tony – Rick!
Rick – What?! Just look at him; the guy wants to die. Just leave him alone; it's a free country!
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Allen knew trusting his followers' opinions would be stupid. Of course, there are people with good ideas, but they usually get lost among so many troll comments.
Allen shrugged. "You know what, buddy, I'm not going to tell you how to live your life."
Allen grabbed the teenager's shoulder, and they disappeared, causing an elderly lady watching this to drop her dentures.
Both appeared by a different avenue. Allen removed his hand from the teenager's shoulder but looked at him skeptically. "Are you sure? I don't think isekai works like that."
Allen had seen stupid actions and crazy people, but the teenager seemed entirely convinced that he would go to an isekai by being run over.
The teenager looked at Allen with an arrogant smile. "It's my destiny..." After that, he walked forward with the traffic light green. At that moment, a truck appeared to fulfill the destiny. No, it was not a truck but a MINI Mark III.
Spectators began to hurl countless insults at the stupid teenager. Some asked Allen to take him to a psychiatric hospital, but it was too late.
Allen didn't expect to see Mr. Bean's car hit a person in reality, but it was about to happen. He wondered if it would work with that compact car, but it was too late to regret; the boy was hit by Mr. Bean's car and flew out with a smile on his face.
"I don't know why, but I don't feel sad," Allen said, closing his eyes.
...
"Kyaaah!" a woman screamed, followed by more frightened people.
Allen crossed his arms, still with his eyes closed, while pondering. 'Now that I think about it, what fault does the owner of the Mini Mark III have that a crazy otaku wants his isekai? Besides, why the hell did I help him?'
"For God's sake, call the police!" a old lady shouted with force as he backed away with his wife.
'Don't you mean an ambulance, sir? Although, given how the boy ended up, I doubt anyone can save him.'
"He's a lunatic! Someone help us!"
The shouts began to accumulate, and people spread panic. However, Allen felt that the last scream was out of place.
'Don't worry, sir, he's already dead, he can't harm you. In any case, he would only be a danger to himself.'
"I saw it! that guy there threw the teenager into the avenue!"
"What?!"
Allen opened his eyes with disbelief and looked around; the crowd stared at him horrified. Allen analyzed the situation, he appeared out of nowhere with a teenager after a brief exchange, the teenager walked toward his death. From the outside, Allen seemed very suspicious, but people were exaggerating because he didn't "throw" him.
"No, wait, it's not like that..." Allen calmly decided to explain to the crowd.
"Hands where I can see them, and get on the ground!"
An officer arrived, seeing the collective panic, decided to arrest Allen first and ask later.
Allen was speechless. Was he the bad guy?
[Host, maybe you should run away]
'What kind of stupid situation is this?!'
Seeing that Allen had no intention of complying, the police officer drew his weapon. However, at that very moment, Crown Clown acted, feeling the threat, creating a gray chain that disarmed the police officer.
The crowd's commotion ceased, the police officer stood dumbfounded in the same position as if he still had the gun in his hand. The gray chain began to return to Allen's trench coat, and he smiled to hide his frustration.
"Shit!"
People began to scream and run, as Allen had powers, which meant he was extremely dangerous.
"Did I accidentally become a villain?"
...
In the sky, a person flew at great speed. Considering it was Metropolis, one would think it's Superman. However, that's not the case; it was a young girl with golden hair, dressed in red and blue with an "S" on her chest, but she wasn't Superman. It was Kara, Clark's cousin, who had recently arrived on Earth.
She arrived a couple of months ago, and who would have thought that her cousin, whom she met as a baby, would now he was a superhero and technically even older than her.
Kara stood on a building and sighed as she looked out over the great city of Metropolis. Kara felt sad remembering the end of her world. Unlike Clark, she knew Krypton before it was destroyed.
She didn't dislike the Earth and its people, but it didn't change the fact that she felt uncomfortable, as if she didn't fit in.
Moreover, there's the fact that, like Clark, she gained powers from the yellow sun and felt more like a stranger.
Still, Kara decided to give her best in this world, and her cousin convinced her to try being a superheroine. Kara also felt motivated because she admired what her cousin had achieved as Superman.
Kara started out being supervised by Clark for a week, surprisingly she managed to stop several robberies and fights, creating a reputation for herself as Supergirl.
"Come on, Kara, you can do it!" The girl motivated herself as she looked into the distance. Today was her first day alone; there's no Clark to cover her mistakes or help her in case she makes errors. However, Kara has confidence and believes she's capable enough to handle it herself. In any case, if things get complicated, she just needs to shout, and Superman, in his reporter identity, will come to help.
"What's happening?!"
Interrupting her thoughts, Kara heard the screams of a crowd with her superhearing, and though she was somewhat nervous, she flew towards it. Upon arrival, she found many people fleeing from the main avenue, Kara frowned and saw a Allen standing there. There was a car accident, and unfortunately, she saw a teenager lying on the ground.
Kara landed and checked the teenager, but it was too late. She used her X-ray vision on the damaged vehicle, and the driver was alive but unconscious. She tore off the car door, took out the driver, and carefully placed him on the ground. Her attention turned to Allen, who had a complicated expression.
"Did you do this?!"
Kara went on guard, ready to fight, although her cousin had warned her to restrain herself when hitting and to consider her opponent's strength.
"No, but you won't believe me," Allen replied with a half-smile, although deep down, he felt that from now on, he would think twice before helping someone in danger.
Kara was nervous; it was her first time facing a villain. Still, she would give her best to win now.
"I'm not a villain!" Allen shouted helplessly; however, Kara wouldn't fall for his evil tricks and attacked.
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