My wife is the stand-in.

My wife is the stand-in.

Author: Yoshito Kubo

Summary:

Young man, you seem like a real jerk.

He changes girlfriends every day, and they're all so beautiful. Does he leave no room for anyone else to live?

Amanosaki: No, Hinata Hyuga, Saria, Saeko Busujima, Shia Ayame Kasumigaoka, Rei Ayanami, Rin Tohsaka, Ryougi Shiki, Rem, Taihou, and Kurumi Tokisaki are all my Stands.

I am known for being pure, innocent, and absolutely loyal!

[Completed]

Chapter 1: Waking up, and then finding a substitute wife

Summer nights are unbearably hot and humid.

The 10-square-meter room contains a single bed, a wardrobe, a movable bedside table, and a standing chair.

Amanosaki squatted in front of the computer desk, writing and drawing on a second-hand graphics tablet with a pen in hand.

I never dare to turn on the air conditioner in the room, just to save a little bit of electricity.

As large beads of sweat soaked his vest, he felt like he was Tang Sanzang from "Journey to the West," being thrown into a steamer to be roasted.

Patience... patience based on one's inherent nature...

Tomorrow is the deadline for submitting the drawing. If I don't finish it soon, I'll run out of money!

Thinking of this, Amanosaki burst into tears.

He was originally just an ordinary otaku in China. Because of anime, he started learning to draw. He finally reached the point where he could sell custom drawings to earn some money to buy small figurines. Who knew that when he woke up, he would be transported to this ridiculous parallel world!

Even more tragically, because he was a transvestite without legal status, he initially struggled to even secure basic sustenance...

In short, it was incredibly tragic!

Here, people's spiritual lives have been taken over by supernatural abilities.

In this world teeming with superpowers, while the vast majority of people are ordinary, there are more so-called superheroes and villains than Marvel and DC combined.

As a result, organizations called the Mountain of Heroes were formed in China and the Knights of Radiance were formed abroad to manage and serve superheroes and fight against evil villains.

People usually pay attention to which lucky person gained superpowers, which hero or knight destroyed the lair of evil forces, or the true story of which villain was executed in public.

What's the point of obliterating the Great Dao, or fighting until the stars are extinguished? In this world where superhero movies are shown every day, the thrill of video and the excitement of awakening superpowers are faster and more real!

To his surprise, Kuroto Amanosaki discovered that his only survival skill was to draw cheap promotional posters for all sorts of up-and-coming martial arts heroes, in order to make ends meet.

A pigeon-shaped software icon started popping up on the computer desktop. Amanosaki, who was sketching details for the poster, immediately clicked on the pigeon to check the message.

[Iron-Blooded Train Hero: Dude, bro! Have you finished your drawing yet? Tomorrow at 12 PM is my duel with King Kong Train Hero, a battle for the survival of my Wuhu Xiangtang's only Train Hero title! If my fans see my poster can't beat King Kong Train Hero, they'll turn against me! You can't ruin my big day!]

Amanosaki pursed his dry lips and typed rapidly.

[Liver King: There's still time, there's still time! Look at this picture, it's just missing a few details to perfectly capture your unrestrained and wild image. Don't worry, in the entire Jianghu forum's Earth and Planet section, I'm the most reputable calligrapher, I make my living with my skills.]

[Iron-Blooded Train Hero: I still believe in your reputation as a hardcore gamer, but since it concerns my honor, I'd better be careful. Please deliver the printed posters to the Lianglukou Martial Arts Arena tomorrow. Thanks for your hard work. I need to get some sleep now and recharge. Hehe, I'll definitely annihilate that Iron-Blooded Train Hero without leaving a trace!]

After sending the message, Iron-Blooded Train Hero's avatar went dark.

Amanosaki scratched his head, took a sip of cold water, and continued sweating profusely.

The so-called "Master Scholar" is merely a name borrowed from "The Water Margin" by the spontaneous service organization formed around the heroes of China since the establishment of Qunxia Mountain. It is a profession that forcibly claims Xiao Rang, the 46th literary star of Liangshan heroes who is good at imitating other people's writing, as its founder.

What they did was simply write challenge letters, rejection letters, and invitations to visit uncultured knights-errant, and even draw portraits and promotional posters for influential knights-errant.

To put it bluntly, they are illustrators who take on commissions in the Earth Art Circle and writers from online novel studios.

Those who are truly capable in this industry have long since retired and gone to work in the martial arts world, enjoying government jobs.

Why bother arguing with third-rate or even unknown martial arts masters online?

Amanosaki's ability to establish himself in the industry is largely due to his unique approach to anime, which he learned from watching anime and his unconventional method of beautifying all the "heroes" with varying appearances.

However, he was thoroughly criticized by the other renowned scholars on Earth.

He only charges low prices to make a living, and his unique art style has occupied a place in the world of anime art, temporarily standing out from the crowd, but breaking everyone else's rules.

However, most of the money he earned in the past six months was spent on bribing slum gang leaders, buying computers, renting houses, and trying to buy fake documents, so he was short of money.

Everyone only saw him eating meat, but who would have thought that the rising star that was soaring in the Earth Star Plate would be in such a sorry state?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shed another handful of tears.

Amanosaki didn't finish drawing until after 1 a.m.

After saving the images and backing them up on two USB drives, Amanosaki went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water to refresh himself, then rushed back to his room to start a new round of drawing.

He casually opened the Jianghu forum, scrolled all the way to the "Romance and Folklore" section, and found his own post.

This post didn't get many views, only a little over 10,000 clicks.

Jianghu Forum is the largest forum in the country, with more than two-thirds of its users having accounts there.

These points alone, and any random person in the "Romance and Romance" section could easily generate over 70,000 to 80,000 debates by composing a short piece titled "My Unforgettable Night with the Hero."

This post is titled "To That Distant ACG" —

This is a drawing by Amanosaki based on his memories from before he traveled through time. The content is entirely based on the anime he used to watch and the games he used to play...

At first, I just wanted to record the source of joy from that carefree and uncomplaining life while I still remembered it, so that perhaps one day in the future, when I'm just another face in the crowd, I can remember the past through these paintings.

But to his surprise, those drawings attracted netizens who were interested in anime-style art. They called him "wife" while urging him to draw more handsome men and beautiful women.

Gradually, Amanosaki, no longer satisfied with just drawing character illustrations, began to draw four-panel comics and short stories, painstakingly replicating the works of those great gods from Earth that he remembered in his memory in this world.

Amanosaki cherishes this post and the friends in it very much.

Because this is the only warm place for him, a person with no superpowers, no household registration, and no relatives or friends, in this damned world of superpowers.

It was the lingering images of anime, comics, TV shows, and movies that were now distant and would never be updated for him that sustained him, allowing him to keep living.

In the dead of night in a slum, in a dimly lit single room of less than ten square meters, a screen, a digital tablet, and a young man laughing and shouting are weaving a beautiful dream.

It is said that in this world, all those with superpowers possess an obsession or will that surpasses that of ordinary people.

Perhaps it was Amanosaki's belated magic touch that finally came online, or perhaps it was the loneliness and perseverance he had repeatedly pondered that finally overcame the insurmountable barrier.

Behind this seemingly deranged person squatting on a chair, a dim light and shadow slowly coalesced. As Amanosaki continued to pour his passion into the scene, the light and shadow gradually became clearer, transforming into a standard human figure.

The humanoid figure bent slightly, gently opened its arms, and made a gesture of gently embracing Amanosaki's head, floating quietly in the air.

That pixelated, smooth "face," as if ironed smooth, silently peeked out, making a "looking" motion.

Then, the pixels on its face began to change, outlining facial features, and gradually began to resemble the character portrait on the screen. The pixels on its body also began to deform, and new pixels were born from nothingness, forming fabric and other structures.

Amanosaki kept drawing, tireless, forgetting the sweltering heat and the annoying cicada chirping, until the first light of dawn appeared. After finishing the last stroke, he uploaded the revised character illustration in a daze, then lay down on the table and fell into a deep sleep.

Until the preset alarm clock woke him up.

Amanosaki turned his head, feeling his head sink into a softness he had never experienced before, a refreshing fragrance lingering in his nostrils, the silky smoothness of the high-quality fabric was an ultimate experience that his rough sheets could never match.

It wasn't until the second alarm rang that Amanosaki sat up, intending to wash up and then print out posters to give to Iron-Blooded Train Hero.

Then his raised face met the gaze of another face that had been looking down at him...

Those light gray eyes were full of deep affection, as if reflecting a sky full of stars, shining brightly in the daytime sunlight.

A data panel-like bar floated quietly at the bottom of Amanosaki's field of vision, displaying the following:

[Stand: Ideal Type]

Stand User: Amanosaki

[Description: Humanoid, intelligent, possesses the ability to materialize the Stand user's fantasies, a special Stand that soothes the Stand user's loneliness and unrealistic fantasies, changing its identity daily]

[Six Dimensions: Destructive Power: ? Speed: ? Range: ? Durability: ? Precision: ? Potential: EX]

[Note: Except for growth potential, all other abilities change according to the identity change on that day.]

[Stand User Ability - As If I Were There: The Stand and its user share a completely open and collaborative relationship. The Stand's data is directly displayed to the user, and the user's thoughts and desires are also fed back to the Stand.]

[Current Identity: Hinata Hyuga]

[Current popularity: Obscure]

Hinata Hyuga is the same Hinata character illustration I uploaded last night!

She survived!

The windows, kept open all night to lower the temperature, let in the still-warm morning breeze.

Hinata gently rubbed her legs, which Amanosaki had used as a pillow all night, her smile remaining warm. Although it was their first meeting, Amanosaki felt an unusual familiarity with her appearance, as if they had met countless times in a past life.

No, he had already been communicating with him online from behind a screen for a long time on Earth.

Hinata's figure couldn't be hidden by the loose-fitting sports sweatshirt. The wind blew her clothes, and the sweatshirt clung to her body, outlining her slender waist and supporting her breasts, which symbolized life and reproduction.

Hinata's soft facial features and pale gray eyes make her appear ethereal, as if she could melt into this small world, giving her an otherworldly air. Meanwhile, her long, black, flowing hair and sleek, modern hoodie accentuate her presence.

In this old, run-down room in the urban village, Hinata Hyuga simply sat there, like a goddess stepping out of a painting.

Amanosaki slumped down in front of his Stand, staring blankly into Hinata's gentle eyes. After a few heavy breaths, he suddenly hugged the Stand's leg and burst into tears.

He finally made it through the narrow gate.

Chapter Two: This one costs money!

Amanosaki, his face covered in snot and tears from crying, sat on the edge of the bed, while Hinata Hyuga wiped his face with a tissue.

He felt the softness of Hinata's fingertips brushing against his face, and the air was filled with Hinata's faint scent.

Amanosaki felt extremely satisfied, but also somewhat embarrassed.

He blushed and snatched the tissue, quickly wiping it clean. Before he could even speak, toothpaste, a water cup, a washbasin, and a towel were placed in front of him.

Hinata smiled gently in her light gray eyes and gestured toward the door. Amanosaki, unable to resist, took her hand and went to wash up at the sink.

Only after Hinata disappeared from his sight did his intelligence slowly kick in, and he belatedly began to check the data below his field of vision.

"Stand... Ouch! I've become a Stand user?!"