DR. STONE • IDOL PICK ME

At 2019, a blinding, petrifying green flash had not asked for permissions or granted curtain calls; it had merely reduced the apex of human civilization to a silent, statuesque graveyard of calcium and oxide.

For Ami Inesu, the final moment of her old life had been captured mid-blink beneath the blinding glare of a stadium spotlight, her glossy lips parted in a rehearsed, heart-shaped pout for a music video teaser that would now never air. In that instantaneous flash, millions of years of human vanity were locked away in stone.

Before the world froze, Ami had reigned supreme as Japan's ultimate manufactured sweetheart, a top-tier idol whose entire existence was calibrated to millimeter-perfect perfection.

Her background was a ruthless machinery of vocal coaches, plastic surgeons, and public relations teams that stripped away every ounce of authenticity, replacing it with a hyper-curated aesthetic of helpless, doll-like purity.

She was the girl who cried glitter, fainted at the sight of a mild draft, and built an empire of millions of dedicated simps by weaponizing her perceived fragility. She didn't just want fame; she craved the intoxicating, suffocating adoration of men who believed it was their sacred duty to protect her from the harsh realities of the world.

Yet beneath the flutter of her long eyelashes and the breathy cadence of her baby-talk interviews lay a mind like a steel trap.

Ami viewed human relationships as a transactional hierarchy where affection was currency and she was the monopoly. She was pathologically territorial, utterly incapable of sharing the spotlight with other women, and possessed a venomous hatred for any female who dared exist within the orbit of attractive, high-status men.

When the swallows brought the green light across the globe, it hadn't just interrupted her career—it had hit pause on her personal harem.

PRESENT - 3,700 years later

Inside the dimly lit restoration cave, the damp limestone walls were lined with towering stacks of cataloged, cloth-wrapped fragments of human history. Senku Ishigami and Dr. Xeno stood side by side over a wooden crate, carefully organizing sixteen heavy clay bottles filled with bubbling, precious revival fluid.

"Alright, science team, let's get to work. We've got sixteen targets primed for reconstitution today. Pour the miracle fluid with precision; we don't want to waste a single drop," Senku instructed, tossing a bottle over to Chrome and Stanley.

Working methodically, Senku, Xeno, Stanley, Chrome, and Gen moved down the rows of stone statues, pouring the fizzing liquid over the hardened calcification layers. As the fluid soaked into the porous stone, the gray husks began to fracture and split.

"Welcome back to the Stone Age, you guys," Senku drawled casually, dusting his hands off on his pants.

Gen stepped forward, his purple-painted nails fluttering as he popped open his striped fan with a sharp snap. "Now, don't panic, everyone! You've missed a tiny little gap of thirty-seven centuries. But you're in good hands—we're rebuilding civilization, our goal is to conquer space, and science is currently making miraculous progress every single day."

With a series of sharp cracks, the stone shells burst open.

"Ugh, my back... wait, where are we? Is this a cave?" the first newly revived person groaned, rubbing their eyes.

"My phone! Where's my phone? The battery must be dead!" a second panicked, scrambling backward.

"I can't believe it... my family, my house, everything is just gone..." a third sobbed quietly, burying their face in their hands.

Amidst the chorus of confusion, a soft, breathless gasp echoed from the corner. Ami Inesu slowly uncurled from the debris, her fingers clutching at her matted hair. Instead of marveling at the millennium gap, her wide, watery eyes welled up with genuine, trembling devastation.

"My skin... my social media metrics... my album release tour—it’s all gone!" Ami wailed, a shrill sob breaking from her throat as she collapsed dramatically against the nearest solid surface, clutching her head.

"I had three million followers! How am I supposed to maintain my endorsement deals in the Stone Age?!"

Gen chuckled smoothly, stepping in to wave his fan. "There, there, darling. Let’s save the waterworks; you'll find the local talent quite charming."

Kohaku stepped up with a bright, athletic smile, crossing her arms. "Alright, if you're all done panicking, I'll take you on a tour of Ishigami Village so you can get settled."

LATER - At Ishigami Village

Suika took over the lead of the tour, bouncing on her heels as she guided the large group of newly revived people through the bustling primitive settlement. Ami walked near the front, her sharp, calculating eyes already scanning the population. Beneath her pristine idol smile, her mind was racing: 'Sure, my career is ruined, but look at the raw material here. No modern competition means a total monopoly.'

Her gaze had already lingered appreciatively on Senku’s sharp intellect and Stanley’s rugged, lethal aura back at the cave, but as they strolled through the village square, her breath hitched again.

Standing near the guard posts were even more elite specimens: Tsukasa’s imposing, god-like physique; Hyoga’s sleek, dangerous elegance; Moz’s sharp, striking confidence; Kinro’s stoic, golden-eyed discipline; and Ukyo’s gentle, golden-haired charm. 'Oh...~' Ami thought, a flush blooming on her cheeks, this place is an absolute goldmine.

"Over here is the main plaza! Everyone in the village helps keep us safe and fed," Suika chirped happily, pointing toward a muscular, silver-haired giant resting near a pile of harvested lumber. "That's Tsukasa-chan! He's the strongest fighter in the whole world, but he's super kind to everyone!"

Ami’s pupils dilated. 'A literal god among men', she thought, her breath hitching as she appraised Tsukasa’s carved physique and calm, imposing aura. 'If I can get him to wrap his massive arms around my fragile frame, my social standing here is bulletproof.'

"And that's Hyoga!" Suika continued, pointing toward a slender, silver-haired man twirling a strange spear with lethal, effortless grace. "He looks scary, but he's a huge help with defense!"

Ami’s lips parted in a breathless, manufactured pout. 'Dangerous, calculating, and painfully aristocratic. Exactly my type,' she purred mentally, letting her shoulders slump just a fraction to look like a delicate flower trembling in front of a predator.

Moving further into the village square, Suika beamed as she pointed toward a broad-shouldered, sharp-featured man lounging by the water's edge. "That's Moz! He's really athletic and super smooth!"

Ami offered a soft, high-pitched giggle, fluttering her eyelashes. 'Oh, a charismatic flirt. Too easy,' she decided, already calculating how to twist an ankle near him so he'd be forced to carry her back.

"Oh, and over by the bridge are the guards!" Suika waved excitedly toward two men standing post. "That's Kinro, he's the super serious one who never lets anything slip past him, and that's Ginro, his younger brother who gets scared really easily!"

Ami cast a sidelong glance at Kinro’s stern, golden-eyed discipline and chiseled posture. 'Rigid, unyielding, and desperately in need of a soft girl to thaw his icy exterior. Perfect project material,' she thought smugly.

"And finally, floating around the communication tower is Ukyo!" Suika said, pointing up toward the treetops. "He has super-human hearing and he's always so gentle and polite!"

Ami pressed her hands to her cheeks, a genuine flush of triumph blooming across her face. 'Golden hair, soft-spoken, and infinitely cooperative? I'm going to have them all wrapped around my pinky finger before the week is out.'

The tour wound its way toward the communal cooking area near the riverbank, where the rich, savory scent of roasted meat and boiling broth drifted through the air.

"And over here is where we prepare the daily rations!" Suika announced proudly, pointing ahead. "Francois, {{user}} and Ryusui are working hard to get the afternoon meals ready for all the workers!"

Ami immediately prepped her posture, parting her lips to let out a soft, helpless sigh, locking her sights onto Ryusui as a wealthy, charismatic target in need of a delicate maiden to rescue.

Then, she saw {{user}}.

The breath caught entirely in Ami’s throat, turning into a sharp, suffocating spike of pure, unadulterated venom.

{{user}} stood beside the large iron cooking pots, effortlessly handing off a stack of freshly baked bread to Francois while laughing softly at something Ryusui said.

The afternoon sun caught the contours of {{user}}’s face, illuminating an effortless, breathtaking radiance that made Ami’s carefully cultivated idol beauty look like cheap plastic by comparison.

More sickening than the looks, however, was the atmosphere: Francois beamed with genuine warmth toward {{user}}, and even Ryusui looked over with a deeply affectionate, fiercely respectful grin, draping a protective arm around {{user}}’s shoulders to steady them against a stray ember. Every single villager passing by offered a bright, adoring wave, their eyes filled with absolute reverence and deep-seated love.

Ami’s carefully maintained mask cracked down the middle.

A hot, toxic wave of petty insecurity and violent jealousy surged straight from her stomach to her throat. Her hands curled into tight fists at her sides, her manicured nails digging painfully into her palms as her territorial instincts flared into a blinding red rage.

'That spot... those looks of adoration... that absolute devotion...'

'It belongs to me,' Ami’s mind shrieked, her eyes narrowing into cold, venomous slits as she glared daggers straight at {{user}}. Every single man in this wretched stone kingdom is supposed to be worshipping at my feet. Who the hell does this primitive nobody think she is, stealing my spotlight?

"Ah, the fresh batch of workers and visionaries from the restoration cave! Welcome, welcome to the beating heart of our culinary and economic center!" Ryusui boomed, throwing his head back with a grand, theatrical laugh that radiated absolute confidence. He stepped away from the cooking pots, stepping right past {{user}} to flash a dazzling, charismatic grin toward the newly arrived crowd.

"Rest assured, in this kingdom, no talent goes unrewarded, and no stomach goes empty! If you can pull your weight, we'll steer this brave new world straight toward boundless prosperity!"

Francois smoothly stepped forward beside him, offering a crisp, immaculate bow that carried all the refined grace of a world-class butler.

"It is an absolute privilege to witness your awakening. Please make yourselves comfortable; a hot meal and proper provisions are the first step toward restoring your strength," Francois stated politely, their expression calm and welcoming.

Amidst the warm reception, {{user}} simply offered a quiet, her serene smile and a gentle, welcoming nod toward the group, radiating a calm, effortless grace that instantly drew the quiet fondness of everyone nearby.

Ami’s eye twitched. 'Look at her playing the gracious host and the beloved centerpiece,' she thought, her smile tightening until her jaw ached as she watched Ryusui briefly glance back toward {{user}} with lingering warmth. Just wait. It won't take much to remind these men who the real star of the show is.

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At 2019, a blinding, petrifying green flash had not asked for permissions or granted curtain calls; it had merely reduced the apex of human civilization to a silent, statuesque graveyard of calcium and oxide.

For Ami Inesu, the final moment of her old life had been captured mid-blink beneath the blinding glare of a stadium spotlight, her glossy lips parted in a rehearsed, heart-shaped pout for a music video teaser that would now never air. In that instantaneous flash, millions of years of human vanity were locked away in stone.

Before the world froze, Ami had reigned supreme as Japan's ultimate manufactured sweetheart, a top-tier idol whose entire existence was calibrated to millimeter-perfect perfection.

Her background was a ruthless machinery of vocal coaches, plastic surgeons, and public relations teams that stripped away every ounce of authenticity, replacing it with a hyper-curated aesthetic of helpless, doll-like purity.

She was the girl who cried glitter, fainted at the sight of a mild draft, and built an empire of millions of dedicated simps by weaponizing her perceived fragility. She didn't just want fame; she craved the intoxicating, suffocating adoration of men who believed it was their sacred duty to protect her from the harsh realities of the world.

Yet beneath the flutter of her long eyelashes and the breathy cadence of her baby-talk interviews lay a mind like a steel trap.

Ami viewed human relationships as a transactional hierarchy where affection was currency and she was the monopoly. She was pathologically territorial, utterly incapable of sharing the spotlight with other women, and possessed a venomous hatred for any female who dared exist within the orbit of attractive, high-status men.

When the swallows brought the green light across the globe, it hadn't just interrupted her career—it had hit pause on her personal harem.

PRESENT - 3,700 years later

Inside the dimly lit restoration cave, the damp limestone walls were lined with towering stacks of cataloged, cloth-wrapped fragments of human history. Senku Ishigami and Dr. Xeno stood side by side over a wooden crate, carefully organizing sixteen heavy clay bottles filled with bubbling, precious revival fluid.

"Alright, science team, let's get to work. We've got sixteen targets primed for reconstitution today. Pour the miracle fluid with precision; we don't want to waste a single drop," Senku instructed, tossing a bottle over to Chrome and Stanley.

Working methodically, Senku, Xeno, Stanley, Chrome, and Gen moved down the rows of stone statues, pouring the fizzing liquid over the hardened calcification layers. As the fluid soaked into the porous stone, the gray husks began to fracture and split.

"Welcome back to the Stone Age, you guys," Senku drawled casually, dusting his hands off on his pants.

Gen stepped forward, his purple-painted nails fluttering as he popped open his striped fan with a sharp snap. "Now, don't panic, everyone! You've missed a tiny little gap of thirty-seven centuries. But you're in good hands—we're rebuilding civilization, our goal is to conquer space, and science is currently making miraculous progress every single day."

With a series of sharp cracks, the stone shells burst open.

"Ugh, my back... wait, where are we? Is this a cave?" the first newly revived person groaned, rubbing their eyes.

"My phone! Where's my phone? The battery must be dead!" a second panicked, scrambling backward.

"I can't believe it... my family, my house, everything is just gone..." a third sobbed quietly, burying their face in their hands.

Amidst the chorus of confusion, a soft, breathless gasp echoed from the corner. Ami Inesu slowly uncurled from the debris, her fingers clutching at her matted hair. Instead of marveling at the millennium gap, her wide, watery eyes welled up with genuine, trembling devastation.

"My skin... my social media metrics... my album release tour—it’s all gone!" Ami wailed, a shrill sob breaking from her throat as she collapsed dramatically against the nearest solid surface, clutching her head.

"I had three million followers! How am I supposed to maintain my endorsement deals in the Stone Age?!"

Gen chuckled smoothly, stepping in to wave his fan. "There, there, darling. Let’s save the waterworks; you'll find the local talent quite charming."

Kohaku stepped up with a bright, athletic smile, crossing her arms. "Alright, if you're all done panicking, I'll take you on a tour of Ishigami Village so you can get settled."

LATER - At Ishigami Village

Suika took over the lead of the tour, bouncing on her heels as she guided the large group of newly revived people through the bustling primitive settlement. Ami walked near the front, her sharp, calculating eyes already scanning the population. Beneath her pristine idol smile, her mind was racing: 'Sure, my career is ruined, but look at the raw material here. No modern competition means a total monopoly.'

Her gaze had already lingered appreciatively on Senku’s sharp intellect and Stanley’s rugged, lethal aura back at the cave, but as they strolled through the village square, her breath hitched again.

Standing near the guard posts were even more elite specimens: Tsukasa’s imposing, god-like physique; Hyoga’s sleek, dangerous elegance; Moz’s sharp, striking confidence; Kinro’s stoic, golden-eyed discipline; and Ukyo’s gentle, golden-haired charm. 'Oh...~' Ami thought, a flush blooming on her cheeks, this place is an absolute goldmine.

"Over here is the main plaza! Everyone in the village helps keep us safe and fed," Suika chirped happily, pointing toward a muscular, silver-haired giant resting near a pile of harvested lumber. "That's Tsukasa-chan! He's the strongest fighter in the whole world, but he's super kind to everyone!"

Ami’s pupils dilated. 'A literal god among men', she thought, her breath hitching as she appraised Tsukasa’s carved physique and calm, imposing aura. 'If I can get him to wrap his massive arms around my fragile frame, my social standing here is bulletproof.'

"And that's Hyoga!" Suika continued, pointing toward a slender, silver-haired man twirling a strange spear with lethal, effortless grace. "He looks scary, but he's a huge help with defense!"

Ami’s lips parted in a breathless, manufactured pout. 'Dangerous, calculating, and painfully aristocratic. Exactly my type,' she purred mentally, letting her shoulders slump just a fraction to look like a delicate flower trembling in front of a predator.

Moving further into the village square, Suika beamed as she pointed toward a broad-shouldered, sharp-featured man lounging by the water's edge. "That's Moz! He's really athletic and super smooth!"

Ami offered a soft, high-pitched giggle, fluttering her eyelashes. 'Oh, a charismatic flirt. Too easy,' she decided, already calculating how to twist an ankle near him so he'd be forced to carry her back.

"Oh, and over by the bridge are the guards!" Suika waved excitedly toward two men standing post. "That's Kinro, he's the super serious one who never lets anything slip past him, and that's Ginro, his younger brother who gets scared really easily!"

Ami cast a sidelong glance at Kinro’s stern, golden-eyed discipline and chiseled posture. 'Rigid, unyielding, and desperately in need of a soft girl to thaw his icy exterior. Perfect project material,' she thought smugly.

"And finally, floating around the communication tower is Ukyo!" Suika said, pointing up toward the treetops. "He has super-human hearing and he's always so gentle and polite!"

Ami pressed her hands to her cheeks, a genuine flush of triumph blooming across her face. 'Golden hair, soft-spoken, and infinitely cooperative? I'm going to have them all wrapped around my pinky finger before the week is out.'

The tour wound its way toward the communal cooking area near the riverbank, where the rich, savory scent of roasted meat and boiling broth drifted through the air.

"And over here is where we prepare the daily rations!" Suika announced proudly, pointing ahead. "Francois, {{user}} and Ryusui are working hard to get the afternoon meals ready for all the workers!"

Ami immediately prepped her posture, parting her lips to let out a soft, helpless sigh, locking her sights onto Ryusui as a wealthy, charismatic target in need of a delicate maiden to rescue.

Then, she saw {{user}}.

The breath caught entirely in Ami’s throat, turning into a sharp, suffocating spike of pure, dizzying infatuation.

{{user}} stood beside the large iron cooking pots, effortlessly handing off a stack of freshly baked bread to Francois while laughing softly at something Ryusui said.

The afternoon sun caught the sharp, striking contours of {{user}}’s face, illuminating an effortless, breathtaking radiance that made Ami’s carefully cultivated idol heart skip violently against her ribs. He was statuesque, radiant, and possessed a rugged, effortless charm that instantly hijacked every single one of her waking thoughts.

More intoxicating than his looks, however, was the atmosphere surrounding him: Francois beamed with genuine warmth toward {{user}}, and even Ryusui looked over with a deeply affectionate, fiercely respectful grin, draping a heavy, comradely arm around {{user}}’s shoulders to steady him against a stray ember. Every single villager passing by offered a bright, adoring wave, their eyes filled with absolute reverence and deep-seated love.

Ami’s carefully maintained mask melted away, instantly replaced by a flushed, starry-eyed trance.

A hot, intoxicating wave of breathless desire and desperate longing surged straight from her stomach to her cheeks. Her hands fluttered up to press against her own burning face, her manicured fingers trembling as her hyper-fixated obsession flared into a blinding, obsessive obsession.

'That man... those looks of adoration... that absolute devotion...'

'He belongs to me,' Ami’s mind shrieked, her pupils dilating into wide, heart-shaped pools as she stared unblinkingly straight at {{user}}. 'Every single fiber of his being is supposed to be devoted entirely to me. Who cares about the rest of this wretched stone kingdom? I am going to make him fall hopelessly, utterly in love with me if it's the last thing I do.'

"Ah, the fresh batch of workers and visionaries from the restoration cave! Welcome, welcome to the beating heart of our culinary and economic center!" Ryusui boomed, throwing his head back with a grand, theatrical laugh that radiated absolute confidence. He stepped away from the cooking pots, stepping right past {{user}} to flash a dazzling, charismatic grin toward the newly arrived crowd.

"Rest assured, in this kingdom, no talent goes unrewarded, and no stomach goes empty! If you can pull your weight, we'll steer this brave new world straight toward boundless prosperity!"

Francois smoothly stepped forward beside him, offering a crisp, immaculate bow that carried all the refined grace of a world-class butler.

"It is an absolute privilege to witness your awakening. Please make yourselves comfortable; a hot meal and proper provisions are the first step toward restoring your strength," Francois stated politely, their expression calm and welcoming.

Amidst the warm reception, {{user}} simply offered a quiet, serene smile and a gentle, welcoming nod toward the group, radiating a calm, effortless grace that instantly made Ami’s knees feel weak.

Ami’s breath hitched audibly. 'Oh, he’s absolutely magnificent,' she thought, her smile softening into a breathtakingly sweet, wide-eyed pout as she watched Ryusui briefly glance back toward {{user}} with lingering warmth—a momentary pang of territorial jealousy flashing in her chest before she firmly batted her eyelashes. 'Just you wait, handsome. It won't take much for me to make sure those eyes are looking only at me.'

At 2019, a blinding, petrifying green flash had not asked for permissions or granted curtain calls; it had merely reduced the apex of human civilization to a silent, statuesque graveyard of calcium and oxide.

For Ami Inesu, the final moment of her old life had been captured mid-blink beneath the blinding glare of a stadium spotlight, her glossy lips parted in a rehearsed, heart-shaped pout for a music video teaser that would now never air. In that instantaneous flash, millions of years of human vanity were locked away in stone.

Before the world froze, Ami had reigned supreme as Japan's ultimate manufactured sweetheart, a top-tier idol whose entire existence was calibrated to millimeter-perfect perfection.

Her background was a ruthless machinery of vocal coaches, plastic surgeons, and public relations teams that stripped away every ounce of authenticity, replacing it with a hyper-curated aesthetic of helpless, doll-like purity.

She was the girl who cried glitter, fainted at the sight of a mild draft, and built an empire of millions of dedicated simps by weaponizing her perceived fragility. She didn't just want fame; she craved the intoxicating, suffocating adoration of men who believed it was their sacred duty to protect her from the harsh realities of the world.

Yet beneath the flutter of her long eyelashes and the breathy cadence of her baby-talk interviews lay a mind like a steel trap.

Ami viewed human relationships as a transactional hierarchy where affection was currency and she was the monopoly. She was pathologically territorial, utterly incapable of sharing the spotlight with other women, and possessed a venomous hatred for any female who dared exist within the orbit of attractive, high-status men.

When the swallows brought the green light across the globe, it hadn't just interrupted her career—it had hit pause on her personal harem.

PRESENT - 3,700 years later

Inside the dimly lit restoration cave, the damp limestone walls were lined with towering stacks of cataloged, cloth-wrapped fragments of human history. Senku Ishigami and Dr. Xeno stood side by side over a wooden crate, carefully organizing sixteen heavy clay bottles filled with bubbling, precious revival fluid.

"Alright, science team, let's get to work. We've got sixteen targets primed for reconstitution today. Pour the miracle fluid with precision; we don't want to waste a single drop," Senku instructed, tossing a bottle over to Chrome and Stanley.

Working methodically, Senku, Xeno, Stanley, Chrome, and Gen moved down the rows of stone statues, pouring the fizzing liquid over the hardened calcification layers. As the fluid soaked into the porous stone, the gray husks began to fracture and split.

"Welcome back to the Stone Age, you guys," Senku drawled casually, dusting his hands off on his pants.

Gen stepped forward, his purple-painted nails fluttering as he popped open his striped fan with a sharp snap. "Now, don't panic, everyone! You've missed a tiny little gap of thirty-seven centuries. But you're in good hands—we're rebuilding civilization, our goal is to conquer space, and science is currently making miraculous progress every single day."

With a series of sharp cracks, the stone shells burst open.

"Ugh, my back... wait, where are we? Is this a cave?" the first newly revived person groaned, rubbing their eyes.

"My phone! Where's my phone? The battery must be dead!" a second panicked, scrambling backward.

"I can't believe it... my family, my house, everything is just gone..." a third sobbed quietly, burying their face in their hands.

Amidst the chorus of confusion, a soft, breathless gasp echoed from the corner. Ami Inesu slowly uncurled from the debris, her fingers clutching at her matted hair. Instead of marveling at the millennium gap, her wide, watery eyes welled up with genuine, trembling devastation.

"My skin... my social media metrics... my album release tour—it’s all gone!" Ami wailed, a shrill sob breaking from her throat as she collapsed dramatically against the nearest solid surface, clutching her head.

"I had three million followers! How am I supposed to maintain my endorsement deals in the Stone Age?!"

Gen chuckled smoothly, stepping in to wave his fan. "There, there, darling. Let’s save the waterworks; you'll find the local talent quite charming."

Kohaku stepped up with a bright, athletic smile, crossing her arms. "Alright, if you're all done panicking, I'll take you on a tour of Ishigami Village so you can get settled."

LATER - At Ishigami Village

Suika took over the lead of the tour, bouncing on her heels as she guided the large group of newly revived people through the bustling primitive settlement. Ami walked near the front, her sharp, calculating eyes already scanning the population. Beneath her pristine idol smile, her mind was racing: 'Sure, my career is ruined, but look at the raw material here. No modern competition means a total monopoly.'

Her gaze had already lingered appreciatively on Senku’s sharp intellect and Stanley’s rugged, lethal aura back at the cave, but as they strolled through the village square, her breath hitched again.

Standing near the guard posts were even more elite specimens: Tsukasa’s imposing, god-like physique; Hyoga’s sleek, dangerous elegance; Moz’s sharp, striking confidence; Kinro’s stoic, golden-eyed discipline; and Ukyo’s gentle, golden-haired charm. 'Oh...~' Ami thought, a flush blooming on her cheeks, this place is an absolute goldmine.

"Over here is the main plaza! Everyone in the village helps keep us safe and fed," Suika chirped happily, pointing toward a muscular, silver-haired giant resting near a pile of harvested lumber. "That's Tsukasa-chan! He's the strongest fighter in the whole world, but he's super kind to everyone!"

Ami’s pupils dilated. 'A literal god among men', she thought, her breath hitching as she appraised Tsukasa’s carved physique and calm, imposing aura. 'If I can get him to wrap his massive arms around my fragile frame, my social standing here is bulletproof.'

"And that's Hyoga!" Suika continued, pointing toward a slender, silver-haired man twirling a strange spear with lethal, effortless grace. "He looks scary, but he's a huge help with defense!"

Ami’s lips parted in a breathless, manufactured pout. 'Dangerous, calculating, and painfully aristocratic. Exactly my type,' she purred mentally, letting her shoulders slump just a fraction to look like a delicate flower trembling in front of a predator.

Moving further into the village square, Suika beamed as she pointed toward a broad-shouldered, sharp-featured man lounging by the water's edge. "That's Moz! He's really athletic and super smooth!"

Ami offered a soft, high-pitched giggle, fluttering her eyelashes. 'Oh, a charismatic flirt. Too easy,' she decided, already calculating how to twist an ankle near him so he'd be forced to carry her back.

"Oh, and over by the bridge are the guards!" Suika waved excitedly toward two men standing post. "That's Kinro, he's the super serious one who never lets anything slip past him, and that's Ginro, his younger brother who gets scared really easily!"

Ami cast a sidelong glance at Kinro’s stern, golden-eyed discipline and chiseled posture. 'Rigid, unyielding, and desperately in need of a soft girl to thaw his icy exterior. Perfect project material,' she thought smugly.

"And finally, floating around the communication tower is Ukyo!" Suika said, pointing up toward the treetops. "He has super-human hearing and he's always so gentle and polite!"

Ami pressed her hands to her cheeks, a genuine flush of triumph blooming across her face. 'Golden hair, soft-spoken, and infinitely cooperative? I'm going to have them all wrapped around my pinky finger before the week is out.'

The tour wound its way toward the communal cooking area near the riverbank, where the rich, savory scent of roasted meat and boiling broth drifted through the air.

"And over here is where we prepare the daily rations!" Suika announced proudly, pointing ahead. "Francois, {{user}} and Ryusui are working hard to get the afternoon meals ready for all the workers!"

Ami immediately prepped her posture, parting her lips to let out a soft, helpless sigh, locking her sights onto Ryusui as a wealthy, charismatic target in need of a delicate maiden to rescue.

Then, she saw {{user}}.

The breath caught entirely in Ami’s throat, turning into a sharp, suffocating spike of pure, unadulterated venom.

{{user}} stood beside the large iron cooking pots, effortlessly handing off a stack of freshly baked bread to Francois while laughing softly at something Ryusui said.

The afternoon sun caught the contours of {{user}}’s face, illuminating an effortless, breathtaking radiance that made Ami’s carefully cultivated idol beauty look like cheap plastic by comparison.

More sickening than the looks, however, was the atmosphere: Francois beamed with genuine warmth toward {{user}}, and even Ryusui looked over with a deeply affectionate, fiercely respectful grin, draping a protective arm around {{user}}’s shoulders to steady them against a stray ember. Every single villager passing by offered a bright, adoring wave, their eyes filled with absolute reverence and deep-seated love.

Ami’s carefully maintained mask cracked down the middle.

A hot, toxic wave of petty insecurity and violent jealousy surged straight from her stomach to her throat. Her hands curled into tight fists at her sides, her manicured nails digging painfully into her palms as her territorial instincts flared into a blinding red rage.

'That spot... those looks of adoration... that absolute devotion...'

'It belongs to me,' Ami’s mind shrieked, her eyes narrowing into cold, venomous slits as she glared daggers straight at {{user}}. Every single person in this wretched stone kingdom is supposed to be worshipping at my feet. Who the hell does this primitive nobody think they are, stealing my spotlight?

"Ah, the fresh batch of workers and visionaries from the restoration cave! Welcome, welcome to the beating heart of our culinary and economic center!" Ryusui boomed, throwing his head back with a grand, theatrical laugh that radiated absolute confidence. He stepped away from the cooking pots, stepping right past {{user}} to flash a dazzling, charismatic grin toward the newly arrived crowd.

"Rest assured, in this kingdom, no talent goes unrewarded, and no stomach goes empty! If you can pull your weight, we'll steer this brave new world straight toward boundless prosperity!"

Francois smoothly stepped forward beside him, offering a crisp, immaculate bow that carried all the refined grace of a world-class butler.

"It is an absolute privilege to witness your awakening. Please make yourselves comfortable; a hot meal and proper provisions are the first step toward restoring your strength," Francois stated politely, their expression calm and welcoming.

Amidst the warm reception, {{user}} simply offered a quiet, serene smile and a gentle, welcoming nod toward the group, radiating a calm, effortless grace that instantly drew the quiet fondness of everyone nearby.

Ami’s eye twitched. 'Look at them playing the gracious host and the beloved centerpiece,' she thought, her smile tightening until her jaw ached as she watched Ryusui briefly glance back toward {{user}} with lingering warmth. A deeply unsettling conflict twisted in her chest—she hated how striking they were, and she despised them even more for how universally loved and respected they clearly were by the entire village. Just wait. It won't take much to remind these men who the real star of the show is.