As Miranda Sweetness flew closer to her castle, the tranquil forest below became a playground for her destructive whims. With a mix of laser beams and swift katana strikes, she casually slaughtered every creature that crossed her path, treating the carnage as nothing more than a game.


    Eventually, she reached her castle, where she carefully hid her weapons and greeted her guards and subjects with an aura of warmth and kindness. With a sweet smile, she thanked them for their efforts and personally baked cakes to share with them—a performance of sincerity that masked her true indifference.


    Once her charade was complete, Miranda retreated into the depths of her castle. Passing through grand chambers and ornate halls, she finally arrived at her private quarters. There, she activated her magic, creating a portal to a secret pocket dimension where time stood still.


    Inside this timeless realm, she retrieved the orange containing Hyperman’s soul and, with a wave of her hand, restored him to his original form.


    What followed was a nightmare.Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.


    Miranda unleashed a sadistic torrent of torture upon Hyperman, wielding her katana, pistols, shotguns, and an arsenal of dark magic. Her attacks were not random; they were precise, calculated to break both his body and his spirit. Time in the pocket dimension had no meaning, and Hyperman’s suffering stretched endlessly.


    Finally, Miranda achieved her goal. Hyperman, once a paragon of altruism and hope, was reduced to a hollow shell. His resolve shattered, he sighed in defeat and whispered, “It’s not worth the suffering.”


    Miranda smirked, pleased with her work. “You have potential,” she mocked, “even if it’s as a weak little orange.”


    With that, she transformed him back into the fruit, now utterly powerless, and placed him in a basket alongside several others.


    Returning to her chambers, Miranda prepared for her next public appearance. She carefully styled her hair and perfected her appearance, thinking about the delightfully ironic twist she planned to unveil. At the upcoming princess show, she would distribute the oranges—including Hyperman’s—to her adoring fans and media, reveling in their oblivious joy.


    As she applied the final touches to her look, Miranda couldn’t help but laugh. The idea of people praising her generosity while unknowingly consuming the very souls of those who had opposed her was simply too entertaining.


    With her signature radiant smile, Miranda descended the grand staircase, stepping into her enchanted limousine carriage. She was ready to charm the world once again......WITH ORANGE SMILE