Helen Grant's wish, however, was: "I want to be an ordinary person, living in an ordinary world, doing an ordinary job, meeting an ordinary yet lovely partner, getting to know and love him, and spending my life in peace."

So he sealed away all his powers, came to this world, and became an ordinary student. Through his own efforts, Helen Grant got into a good university, found a good job, met Brian Clark, and began living the peaceful life he had always dreamed of.

Helen Grant felt that a lifetime spent with Brian Clark was the happiness he longed for, but a week ago, his happiness was shattered.

At that time, his company leader fell down, and Helen Grant rushed forward to help, but because he used too much strength, he accidentally slammed the leader's head into the wall with one hand.

The leader was seriously injured and hospitalized. The company was already being extremely generous by not pursuing criminal charges against Helen Grant. They fired Helen Grant, and Helen Grant took out some of his savings, along with the penalty fee, to pay for the leader's medical expenses.

The leader, who suffered a concussion, was still rather kind. He advised Helen Grant to see a psychiatrist, wondering if excessive stress had caused him to develop violent tendencies, and suggested early treatment.

But Helen Grant knew that this wasn't a violent tendency—it was his sealed power awakening.

This power was extremely unstable, sometimes strong, sometimes weak. Every time Helen Grant thought he could control it, the power would suddenly surge a bit, causing him to keep breaking things around him.

Because of this, Helen Grant hadn't dared to touch Brian Clark at all these days, afraid that his lover would end up like the company leader, smashed into the wall with a single blow.

It didn't matter if things around the house got broken—he could just buy new ones—but Brian Clark absolutely could not get hurt.

Of course, Helen Grant could tell that this morning Brian Clark kept looking for chances to get close to him, but he didn't dare, worried that he wouldn't be able to control his strength and would end up sending Brian Clark to the hospital.

There was still a mess at home to clean up. Helen Grant took a deep breath, clasped his hands together several times, made sure he could control his strength this time, and then carefully picked up his phone to order the same model of table and tableware online, instructing the seller to be sure to deliver them before three in the afternoon.

After successfully placing the order, Helen Grant relaxed a little, but failed to control his grip—"crack"—and crushed his phone.

Helen Grant: "..."

Staring at the remains of his phone, Helen Grant felt a wave of sadness. Could his peaceful life really continue?

Chapter 2

"So, what do you guys think I should do?" When he got to work, Brian Clark kept talking to his subordinates, going on and on from Helen Grant's unemployment all the way to not even getting a good morning kiss today, finally ending with a sad plea for help.

Brian Clark's number one subordinate, Eric Webb, yawned, grabbed a bottle of Coke from the stack of drink boxes in the corner, chugged down half the bottle in one go, let out a leisurely burp, and finally said, "Just wait a couple of days until he finds a new job. It'll be fine."

"Yeah, yeah," the second-in-command, David Reed, nodded listlessly. "You two always make up after a fight anyway. Just have him give you a goodnight kiss when you get home tonight, and that'll be that."

"Are you even my brothers?!" Brian Clark slammed the table in frustration. "I'm going through an unprecedented crisis in my life!"

All the subordinates looked at Eric Webb in unison, signaling with their eyes for him to comfort Brian Clark.

Eric Webb finished the rest of his Coke, the fizzy taste waking him up a bit. He casually tossed the bottle into the trash, walked over to Brian Clark, and said, "First, you need to control your strength. Do you remember how the last table got wrecked?"

Brian Clark was always loud and brash, but when he was single, it wasn't a big deal—he rarely lost his temper. Ever since he met Helen Grant, though, he was blowing up every other day, whether it was because Helen Grant cooked him a meal, or because Helen Grant had a great figure, or because Helen Grant... ahem, better not say the rest. In short, any little thing would set Brian Clark off, and he'd end up destroying a set of tables and chairs.

At first, Eric Webb and the others just let him be—people in love have mood swings, that's normal.

But Brian Clark's mood swings had lasted three years, and every minute and second felt like he was in the honeymoon phase. Whether he was up or down, everyone around him suffered.

He smashed his own table, Eric Webb's table, David Reed's table, everyone's tables, tables dragged out of storage, tables other people didn't want...

"You really can't smash any more," Eric Webb said seriously. "This table we're using now is pieced together from the remains of all the old broken tables. The higher-ups won't let us request any more office furniture, so try to make it last!"

"Yeah, exactly!" David Reed said, holding a bag of instant noodles and slurping them down. "Boss, look at me—my stainless steel lunchbox got smashed by you, so now I have to use the noodle packaging to eat my noodles. Do you know how hard that is? Please, try to control yourself. Can't we just have a normal relationship?"

As he spoke, David Reed finished the hot soup in the packaging in one go, then tossed the disposable chopsticks and the bag into the sorted trash, neat and tidy.

Brian Clark looked at him in confusion. "Aren't you just using the packaging because you're too lazy to wash your lunchbox?"

"...," David Reed quickly changed the subject. "That's not important. Let's talk about Helen Grant instead."