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The horses were tied to one side of the meadow.

Mike sat down alone on the grass, and soon, a sumptuous meal was brought to him.

"Your Highness, this is how we Amazon warriors usually eat lunch. If you are not used to it, I can arrange for you to have lunch indoors." Kathy said, approaching with a roasted lamb leg in her hand. Perhaps because of Mike's earlier actions, her demeanor had softened, and her face was no longer as cold as before.

"Just treat it as a picnic—it's a good experience." Mike shrugged, washing his hands with clean water before starting on the bread and barbecue.

He was truly hungry.

Kathy watched Mike eat with relish and suddenly felt a pang of nostalgia. She remembered that when Diana was a child, after being granted permission to train with their warriors, she too refused to eat in the palace and instead joined them for lunch on the grass of the training grounds.

"Thank you." Kathy said after a moment of silence.

"What?" Mike asked, confused.

"Thank you for defending Her Highness Diana's reputation." Kathy said, her tone steady.

"You don't need to thank me for that." Mike replied bluntly, "She's my family. It's my duty."

"Family obligations..." Kathy's eyes flickered with a strange emotion.

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Mike thought he could rest after finishing his meal, but Kathy suddenly stood, picked up two ancient Greek swords that gleamed coldly, and tossed one to the grass in front of him.

"Come on." She commanded.

"What are we doing?" Mike asked, frowning at the sword.

The sudden scene drew the attention of the female warriors on the field, who quickly gathered to watch.

"It is my duty to challenge you." Kathy said coldly, "And now it is your duty to fight me. Pick up the sword!"

"I can't use a sword..." Mike began to explain, but before he could finish, Kathy dashed forward like a gust of wind and swung her Greek sword at him.

For real?!

Mike's brown eyes widened as he instinctively grabbed the sword stuck in the ground and raised it to block—

Clang!

The impact knocked the sword from Mike's hands, sending it spinning through the air before landing on the grass behind him.

His palms stung sharply. Kathy had seamlessly switched her attack mid-strike to disarm him.

"Duties require corresponding abilities." Kathy said icily, "Too weak! You want to take away the most precious treasure of this island? As the protector of Her Highness Diana, I have the obligation to stop you at any cost!"

Mike didn't respond. Instead, he turned, picked up the sword again, and tightened his grip.

"Come again!" He declared with determination.

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Washington, D.C.

Barry Allen, a young man in his early twenties, returned home after a long day. Yawning, he unlocked the door, stepped inside, and kicked off his shoes.

"Oh, right." Barry paused, remembering something. Last night, a friend had entrusted him with a kitten to care for. The kitten had been asleep since last night, and Barry wondered if it had woken up.

Grabbing a can of fish from his backpack, Barry headed toward his room.

But when he opened the door, the sight surprised him—his chair was missing.

"What the—?!" Barry froze. He glanced around, scanning the room. Before he could process what was happening, a soft meow sounded behind him.

Barry turned to see the orange kitten standing near the door, watching him intently.

"Kitty, you're here." Barry sighed, shaking the can of fish, "Look, I brought you some food."

As Barry moved closer, the kitten's demeanor shifted. It opened its tiny mouth unnaturally wide, revealing rows of sharp teeth, before thick tentacles emerged and lashed toward him.

Barry reacted instinctively. Electricity crackled around him, and time seemed to freeze.

No—not freeze. He was just moving too fast for everything else to keep up.

Staring at the monstrous kitten, Barry sighed, "Special, huh? This isn't a cat—it's a nightmare."

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Back on Paradise Island.

Clang!

For the umpteenth time, the Greek sword flew from Mike's hands, landing on the grass nearby. His palms were raw, and blood trickled down his fingers.

Despite the pain, Mike refused to yield. He trudged back to the fallen sword, grasped it firmly, and raised it once more.

"Come again!" He shouted, his breath ragged.

A crowd of Amazon warriors had gathered to watch, joined by residents observing from nearby buildings.

"It's useless." Kathy said with a blank expression. She stepped forward and swung her sword with precision and speed.

Mike barely managed to block but was sent sprawling to the ground.

The spectators shook their heads. Kathy, however, noticed something. This time, Mike hadn't let go of the sword. Blood dripped from his hands as he pushed himself upright.

"You're sweating." Mike noted through labored breaths.

"It's the sun." Kathy replied dismissively, though she knew the boy's resilience was more impressive than she'd anticipated. Even so, she saw no real hope in him.

Tired of the fight, Kathy swung again, but this time, Mike threw his sword at her mid-rush.

"Foolish move." Kathy scoffed, deflecting the sword easily.

But before she could react, Mike was upon her. He balled his fist and punched her exposed shoulder with all his strength.

Though Kathy didn't budge, she was caught off guard. She moved to strike him down, but Mike caught her wrist mid-swing. Using every ounce of strength, he twisted, lifting Kathy and tossing her aside.

The stunned general landed ten meters away, her sword clattering to the ground.

The surrounding Amazons gasped.

Kathy, still dazed, stared at Mike in disbelief, "What just happened?"

Mike's hands were bloodied, but he stood tall, gripping her fallen sword. The boy who'd struggled moments ago now held the upper hand.

Cheers erupted around the training ground. Despite his earlier failures, Mike had earned the respect of the onlookers.

Kathy smiled faintly, "Your Highness Diana… is this the miracle you were speaking of?"

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At night, the sky over Paradise Island was dotted with stars.

In an ancient round building.

The bright and slightly cool moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the star-shaped iron windows of the main hall. In the dark and silent corridor, the faint rustling sound of movement echoed softly. A young man dragged a heavy object into the room with visible effort.

Mother Box: "???"

Mike let out a long sigh of relief as he placed the mattress he'd retrieved from the small storage room into a corner of the open-air main hall. Exhausted, he slumped down onto it, lying flat on his back.

The events of the day had taken a toll on him. From dealing with the intense training session with Kathy to navigating the unyielding expectations of Paradise Island, every muscle in his body screamed for rest. Yet, as he lay there gazing at the brilliant stars scattered across the clear night sky, he felt a strange sense of peace.

The main hall, though vast and somewhat austere, held a serene charm. The silence was comforting, and the moonlight that filtered through the windows seemed almost protective, as if the island itself was watching over him.

Mike murmured to himself, "This place really knows how to make someone feel small…"

The Mother Box, seemingly annoyed at being ignored all day, let out a faint hum from the corner where it had been set down. Its quiet glow pulsed, as if to remind Mike of its presence.

"Not now, buddy." Mike mumbled, half-asleep, "You're not the one who had to deal with Kathy's swordplay…"

The Mother Box emitted a sarcastic-sounding beep in response, but Mike was already drifting off, too tired to argue.

As he closed his eyes, the sound of the ocean waves in the distance mingled with the gentle rustle of the wind through the trees, lulling him into a deep, dreamless sleep.