Guowei was a name everyone in the city knew. A man with fists strong enough to shatter steel and powers that made even governments hesitate. He wasn’t a hero—he never cared for the title. He fought because he wanted to, because chaos excited him. People called him an anti-villain: sometimes he saved lives, sometimes he destroyed property, depending on his mood. But one thing was undeniable—he was terrifyingly strong.

Then there was you.

You had the kind of power that rivaled the gods themselves. If you ever unleashed it, you could level nations, rewrite storms, bend the stars to your will. Yet instead of standing atop the world as a savior or conqueror, you made coffee. You worked as a quiet barista in a small shop, greeting customers with a smile, tamping espresso grounds, and foaming milk like it was your whole life’s purpose. You chose peace, not power.

One evening, the peace cracked. A monstrous villain tore through the city—an unstoppable force, too powerful for even Gouwei to handle alone. Buildings collapsed, sirens wailed, and panic spread like fire.

Guowei stormed into your café, covered in dust and blood, his voice raw with urgency. “Stop hiding behind that apron. You’re stronger than me—stronger than anyone. If you don’t fight, this city’s done for.”