I FOUND A DOOR TO TENSURA AND BECAME BROKEN IN THE REAL WORLD TOO-Chapter 46: Superman and Superwoman’s Global Odyssey

For the next several months, Velzard and I lived without limits, without boundaries—two unstoppable forces exploring a world where nothing was impossible. With my overwhelming power, we could have teleported anywhere in an instant, but there was something more thrilling about experiencing the world like ordinary people—flying in jets, walking through bustling cities, and living like mortals. It gave us a sense of connection to the world we had sworn to protect, even if it would never know our names.

Our first stop was New York City, the iconic heart of the United States.

As our private jet descended into JFK Airport, Velzard sat by the window, her crimson eyes wide as she gazed at the sprawling skyline of shimmering glass and steel. She pressed her hand lightly against the glass.

"So many lights... so many buildings..." she whispered, almost in disbelief.

I smiled. "Wait until you see it at night."

Once we landed, I took her straight to Times Square, where the flashing billboards and the endless sea of people seemed to overwhelm her senses. She gazed at the giant screens advertising movies, music, and brands with a look of awe.

"Is this another world?" she asked, turning to me with genuine curiosity.

I chuckled. "No, just a different part of mine."

As we walked down the crowded streets, Velzard marveled at the yellow taxis, the neon lights, and the sheer number of people going about their daily lives. She stopped several times, staring at street performers and random musicians. At one point, she even dragged me over to watch a man juggling fire torches.

"Humans are... interesting," she mused, her eyes sparkling. "So fragile, yet they create such beauty."

I smirked. "Wait until you see the chaos they can cause."

After exploring the city, we went to a five-star penthouse overlooking the skyline. The view was breathtaking—the Empire State Building bathed in golden light, the city shimmering below like a sea of stars. Velzard stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out in silent awe.

I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" I whispered into her ear.

She turned slightly, leaning into me. "Yes... but not as beautiful as this moment."

While walking through the city one evening, we heard screams and gunshots.

I glanced at Velzard. She gave me a mischievous smirk.

"Feeling heroic?" I asked.

She raised an eyebrow. "You have no idea."

We teleported into an alley, summoning black and white masks over our faces. Our outfits shifted—sleek, form-fitting suits, mine black and silver with a flowing dark cape, and Velzard's pure white with blue accents and a flowing cape of her own.

We moved at blinding speed, leaving nothing but afterimages. Within seconds, we were in the middle of the bank robbery, unseen by anyone.

The criminals were heavily armed, holding hostages. One thug was about to pull the trigger on a terrified woman, but before he could, I appeared beside him and gently tapped the gun.

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He blinked, confused, before realizing the weapon was no longer in his hand—it was in mine. I grinned.

"You dropped something."

I crushed the gun in my palm like it was paper, letting the broken pieces fall to the floor. The thug's eyes widened in horror.

Meanwhile, Velzard moved effortlessly through the room.

With a flick of her wrist, she summoned icy tendrils that snaked through the floor, freezing the criminals in place. The remaining thugs fired at her, but the bullets stopped mid-air, encased in frost, and clattered harmlessly to the ground.

One man pulled out a grenade in desperation.

"Back off or I'll blow this place sky-high!" he roared.

Velzard's eyes flashed red. In less than a heartbeat, she crossed the distance, grabbed the grenade, and held it up. It froze solid in her palm before she crushed it into ice dust.

The thug's jaw dropped.

"Try again," she purred with a chilling smirk.

With all the criminals incapacitated, we vanished before the authorities arrived.

The next morning, we were all over the news.

"Masked Guardians Save Dozens!"

"Super-Powered Vigilantes or Guardian Angels?"

While having breakfast in a sky-high penthouse suite, Velzard read the newspaper with a sly grin.

"They're calling us heroes," she mused.

I smirked. "Of course they are."

She glanced at me, a playful gleam in her eyes.

"We should give ourselves names... you know, like the humans do."

I chuckled, leaning back in my chair. "Superman and Superwoman."

Her eyes widened slightly, before she threw her head back and laughed melodically.

"You're enjoying this far too much."

I grinned. "Oh, you have no idea."

We traveled the world, saving people from natural disasters, crimes, and accidents, becoming legends in every country we visited.

In Italy, we sat in a gondola, lazily drifting through the canals of Venice. The soft golden lights reflected off the water as Velzard rested her head on my shoulder.

"I could get used to this," she murmured softly, tracing circles on my palm with her finger.

I kissed her hair. "Then get used to it. We're just getting started."

Later that day, we stopped a mugging in a narrow alleyway, swooping in like shadows and disarming the criminals in a flash.

In Brazil, we attended the Rio Carnival, dancing through the streets amidst the swirling colors and rhythmic music. Velzard, wearing a vibrant dress with flowers in her hair, twirled in my arms, her eyes sparkling with joy.

"You're surprisingly good at dancing," she teased, her voice playful.

I smirked. "I've had a lot of practice."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. "Then dance with me forever."

In Japan, we visited Kyoto's temples, walking through the Arashiyama Bamboo Grove. The towering stalks created a serene canopy as we strolled hand in hand. Velzard's eyes softened as she gazed at the peaceful scenery.

"It's so tranquil here," she whispered. "I could stay forever."

I squeezed her hand gently. "You'll always have forever with me."

In Australia, we went scuba diving at the Great Barrier Reef.

As we swam through the colorful coral reefs, Velzard's eyes widened with childlike wonder, watching schools of exotic fish swirl around us. She glided through the water effortlessly, her graceful movements making her look like a goddess of the sea.

Later, while walking along a beach at sunset, she whispered, "This is happiness."

I smiled, brushing her hair from her face. "It's only the beginning."

Throughout the world, we saved people from burning buildings, runaway trains, and floods, becoming urban legends.

The media called us the "Guardians of the World", but no one ever caught a glimpse of our faces.

One night, while flying over the cityscape, Velzard took my hand, her eyes filled with warmth.

"Yuuya... I could travel with you forever," she whispered softly.

I pulled her close, gazing into her eyes.

"You will."

And as the moon bathed the Earth in its silver light, we flew hand in hand across the skies, forever bound as lovers, guardians, and legends.