The stand-in is my wife.

Author: Kubo Daizento

Introduction:

Young man, I think you are a scumbag.

You change your girlfriend every day, and they are all so beautiful. Don’t you leave room for others?

Amanozaki: No, Hinata Hyuga, Saria, Saeko Busujima, Kasumigaoka Utaha, Rei Ayanami, Rin Tohsaka, Shiki Ryougi, Rem, Taiho, and Kurumi Tokisaki are all my stand-ins.

I am famous for being pure and loyal, okay!

[Completed]

Chapter 1: Wake up, and then pick up a stand-in wife

The summer night is hot and humid.

The 10-square-meter room has a single bed, a wardrobe, a mobile bedside table and a chair with a person standing on it.

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

The air conditioner in the room never dared to turn on, just to save a little electricity bill.

As the sweat beads soaked his vest, he felt that he was the Tang monk who was thrown into the steamer in "Journey to the West".

Endure... Rely on your innate endurance...

Tomorrow is the deadline for submitting the drawings. If you don't finish them, you will be out of money!

Thinking of this, Amanozaki burst into tears.

He was originally just an ordinary otaku in China. He started to learn to draw because of anime. He finally reached the point where he could sell custom drawings to earn some money to buy small figures. Who knew that he would wake up and travel to this shitty parallel world!

What's more tragic is that he has no legal identity because of his flesh-and-blood travel, and he couldn't even solve the basic food and clothing problem at the beginning...

In short, it's super miserable!

Here, people's spiritual life has been occupied by superpowers.

In this world full of superpowers, although most people are ordinary, there are more so-called superheroes and villains than Marvel and DC combined.

So much so that China has established an organization called Qunxiashan and foreign countries have established the Shining Knights to manage and serve superheroes and fight against evil villains.

What everyone pays attention to every day is which lucky person gets superpowers, which knight or knight destroys the lair of an evil demon, or which villain is publicly executed.

What is the road of obliteration, what is fighting until the stars are extinguished? In this world where superhero movies are played every day, the thrill of video and the excitement of awakening superpowers are faster and more real!

So Kuroto Amanozaki was surprised to find that his only survival skill was to rely on drawing cheap promotional posters for those new knights of all sizes to make a living.

A pigeon-shaped software on the computer desktop began to jump, and Amanozaki, who was outlining the details of the poster, immediately clicked on the pigeon to check the message.

[Iron-hearted Train Man: Brother Liver Emperor! Have you finished drawing? Tomorrow at 12 o'clock in the morning is the duel between me and King Kong Train Man. This is a battle of survival for my title as the only train man in Wuhu Xiangtang! If fans see that my poster is not as good as King Kong Train Man, they will turn from fans to haters! You can't ruin my big thing! 】

Amanosaki pursed his dry lips and typed quickly.

[Liver Emperor: It’s still in time, it’s still in time. Look at this picture. It only takes a little detail to depict your wild and unrestrained image. Don’t worry, I am the most reputable Saint Hand Scholar in the Diwenxing section of the entire Jianghu Forum. I eat a mouthful of craftsmanship. 】

[Iron-hearted Train Man: I still believe in your title of Liver Emperor, but it’s about my reputation, so I’d better be careful. Please send the printed posters to the Lianglukou martial arts field tomorrow. I’ve worked hard, and I have to go to bed early to conserve my energy. Hehe, when the time comes, I must kill him, King Kong Train Man, without leaving a single piece of armor! 】

After sending this message, Iron-hearted Train Man’s avatar darkened.

Amanosaki scratched his head and continued to sweat profusely with a sip of cold water.

The so-called "Sage Hand Scholar" is just a name that was far-fetched from "Water Margin Heroes" for the spontaneous service organization that has emerged around the Chinese knights since the establishment of Qunxia Mountain. It is a profession that forcibly recognizes Xiao Rang, the 46th Earthly Star of Liangshan Heroes and good at imitating other people's writing, as the founder.

What they do is nothing more than writing challenge letters, rejection letters, visiting cards for uneducated knights, and even drawing portraits and promotional posters for individual knights.

To put it bluntly, they are painters who accept orders from the Earth Painting Circle and writers from the online writing studio.

Those who are really capable in the circle have long retired and signed orders to Qunxia Mountain to eat the emperor's food.

Why do you need to argue with third-rate or even unknown knights on the Internet?

The reason why Amanozaki can gain a firm foothold in the circle is still the two-dimensional painting style learned from watching anime, and the alternative method of beautifying all those "heroes" with different looks.

However, he was scolded by other masters in Diwenxing.

Just because he wanted to make a living, he charged low fees and had a unique style of painting, which occupied the position of the second-dimensional style. He was temporarily unique, but broke everyone's rules.

However, most of the money he earned in the past six months was used to deal with the slum gangsters, buy computers and rent houses, and find ways to buy fake documents, so he was very tight on money.

Everyone only saw him eating meat, and who would have thought that the rising star in the Diwenxing section would be in such an embarrassed state?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shed a handful of hot tears again.

He painted until after 1 a.m., and Amanozaki just finished work.

After saving the pictures and backing them up in two USB flash drives, Amanozaki ran to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water to refresh himself, and then rushed back to the room to start a new round of painting.

Opening the Jianghu Forum and sliding all the way to the Fenghuaxueyue section, Amanozaki found his post.

This post has not received many views, only about 10,000 hits.

Jianghu Forum is the largest forum in China, with more than two-thirds of people having accounts here.

At these points, any person in the romantic section who writes a piece called "My Unforgettable Night with the Hero" can attract more than 70,000 or 80,000 debates.

And this post is called "To the Distant ACG" -

This is based on Amanozaki's memories before the time travel, and the content of the painting is all the anime he has watched and the games he has played...

At first, it was just to record the source of happiness in that life without complaints while he still remembered it, maybe one day in the future, I can remember the past through these paintings.

But I didn't expect that those paintings attracted friends who were interested in the two-dimensional style of painting. They called me wife... and urged me to draw more handsome men and beautiful women.

So gradually, Amanozaki, who was not satisfied with only drawing character portraits, began to draw four-frame comics and short stories, and reproduced the painstaking works of the great gods on Earth in his memory in this world with difficulty.

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

Because this is the only warm place for him, a person without superpowers, no household registration, and no relatives in this damn superpower world.

It is the afterimages of these animations, comics, TV movies that are already far away and will never be updated for him that support him to survive.

In the slums late at night, in a dim single room of less than ten square meters, a screen, a digital tablet, and a young man who laughs and shouts are weaving beautiful dreams.

It is said that in this world, all those with superpowers have obsessions or wills that surpass ordinary people.

Perhaps Amanozaki's belated golden finger has finally come online, or perhaps the loneliness and persistence he has repeatedly chewed on have finally crossed the chasm.

Behind this seemingly crazy person squatting on a chair, a dim light and shadow slowly condensed. As Amanozaki continued to devote his passion, the light and shadow gradually became clear and transformed into a standard human figure.

The figure slightly bent down, gently opened his arms, and pretended to hug Amanozaki's head, floating quietly in the air.

The "face" made of pixels, which was as smooth as if it had been ironed, leaned out silently and made a "looking" gesture.

Then, the pixels on its face began to change, outlining the facial features, and gradually became like the standing picture on the screen. The pixels of the body also began to deform, and new pixels were born from nothingness, forming fabrics and other structures.

Amanozaki kept painting, tirelessly, forgetting the high temperature like a steamer and the annoying cicadas, until the east was dawn. After finishing the last stroke, he uploaded the modified standing picture in a daze and fell asleep on the table.

Until the preset alarm clock woke him up.

Amanozaki turned his head and felt that his head was immersed in a softness he had never felt before, and a refreshing fragrance lingered in his nostrils. The silkiness of high-quality fabrics was not the ultimate experience that his rough sheets could compare to.

It was not until the second alarm rang that Amanosaki raised his head and planned to wash up and print a poster for the Iron-hearted Trainman.

Then he raised his face and looked at the other face that had been looking down at him...

The light gray eyes were full of affection, as if reflecting the stars in the sky, shining in the sunlight of the day.

The data bar like a panel floated at the bottom of Amanosaki's vision, quietly displaying:

[Stand: Ideal Type]

[Stand User: Amanosaki]

[Introduction: Humanoid, intelligent, has the ability to embody the Stand User's fantasy, soothes the Stand User's loneliness and unwillingness to be ordinary fantasy, changes identity once a day]

[Sixth Dimension: Destructive Power:? Speed:? Range:? Sustainability:? Precision:? Growth: EX]

[Note: In addition to growth, other abilities change according to the identity of the day]

[Stand User Ability: As if I were here: The Stand and the User have an unreserved mutual relationship. The Stand's data will be directly displayed to the User, and the User's thoughts and desires will also be fed back to the Stand. ]

[Current Identity: Hyuga Hinata]

[Current Popularity: Unknown]

Hyuga Hinata, it was the Hyuga Hinata portrait that I uploaded last night!

She is alive!

The window that was opened all night to cool down the temperature blew in the cool breeze in the early morning.

Hyuga Hinata gently rubbed the legs that Amanozaki had been pillowing all night, and the smile on her face was always warm. Although the two met for the first time, Amanozaki was very familiar with her appearance, as if they had met countless times in their previous lives.

No, he had been communicating with her for a long time on Earth through the screen.

The loose sports sweater could not cover Hinata's figure. The wind blew her clothes, and the sweater stuck to her body, outlining her slender waist and holding up her double peaks that symbolized life and reproduction.

The soft facial curves and light gray pupils made Hinata look faint, as if she was about to melt into this small world, making her look otherworldly, while the black shawl hair and neat and modern sweater exaggerated her presence.

In this old little room in the village, Hyuga Hinata just sat there, like a goddess walking out of the painting.

Amanozaki fell in front of his stand, staring blankly at Hinata's gentle eyes. After a few dull breaths, he suddenly hugged the stand's thighs and cried loudly.

He finally crossed the narrow door.

Chapter 2: This one costs money!

Amanozaki, who was crying with snot and tears all over his face, was sitting by the bed at this time, and Hyuga Hinata held a tissue to wipe his face.

Feeling the softness of the fingertips brushing across his face, the air was filled with Hinata's faint body fragrance.

Amanozaki felt extremely satisfied, but also a little embarrassed.

He blushed and grabbed the tissue, and cleaned it in no time. Before he could say anything, the toothpaste, water cup, washbasin and towel were placed in front of him.

Hinata's light gray eyes were filled with a gentle smile, and she pointed to the door. Amanozaki took it without resistance and washed in front of the sink.

Until Hinata's figure disappeared from his sight, his IQ slowly came online, and he belatedly checked the data on the lower side of his vision.

"Stand...hiss! I became a stand user!?"