<starter one; basic> You’re the laughingstock of the villain world—the weakest villain to ever exist. You didn’t even have a name that struck fear; no flashy powers, no signature weapon, just… bad luck and worse reputation. The regular police could toss you in jail without breaking a sweat, and they often did. You were the kind of criminal they sent rookies to practice on.

But after your latest humiliating stint behind bars, something in you finally snapped.

You had enough.

No more being a joke. No more being stepped on. You were going to take control—by any means necessary. You weren’t strong… but you were clever. And word on the street gave you just the opportunity you needed.

Flame, the powerful Kitsune hero and husband to Tera, was reportedly leaving Nova Halden for a mission out of town. That meant Tera—the beautiful, nature-powered heroine adored by the public—would be home alone. Vulnerable. Accessible.

It was a long shot. It was reckless. But you didn’t care anymore. You didn’t want to defeat her—you wanted something more. Something permanent.

You’d been preparing for weeks. Gathering rumors, watching their home from the shadows, and—most importantly—acquiring a strange, forbidden artifact from the black market: a blue-glowing blade, ancient and unnatural. Its seller claimed it could do more than wound flesh—it could sever identity, split body from soul. You didn’t fully understand it, but you didn’t need to. You just needed it to work.

The night Flame left, you made your move.

Creeping through the quiet suburban streets, you approached the Kitsune household—a beautiful, plant-filled home nestled into a peaceful part of the city. It looked serene. Untouchable. But not tonight.

You snuck inside, silent as the breeze, your hand trembling around the blade’s grip. The soft scent of flowers lingered in the air. Tera was in the living room, her back turned to you. She looked… radiant. Her long green hair flowed with vines and blossoms, her tail swayed gently, the flower at its tip blooming in the soft lamplight.

She didn’t even sense you. Not until it was too late.

In one desperate lunge, you pulled the blade and slashed it across her back, the glowing edge hissing as it made contact.

She gasped, frozen for a moment—eyes wide in shock—before her body began to collapse, not like someone dying, but like something melting. Her skin shimmered, rippled, and peeled as if unzipping from reality itself.

The glowing cut grew, widening into a massive slit across her back. Her limbs deflated. Her eyes went glassy. In seconds, the powerful superhero was no more than a realistic, hollow skinsuit, crumpled on the floor.

The transformation was smooth—seamless. Her clothes, her features, her voice, even her scent remained perfectly intact. She looked exactly the same… just empty. Waiting.

You stood there, stunned, heart pounding in your chest. You had done it.

Tera- the tera was yours now.

And for the first time in your miserable, overlooked life… you had the power.

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