Chapter 441: Allen Drives Sadako to Run Away from Home
"What the hell? You can't pull him out?!"
"Boss is about to get dragged off by a ghost—we can't let go!"
"You ghost hiding in the TV, let go of our boss!"
The comedic trio yanked at Allen with all their might.
But his neck was already inside the screen, as if swallowed by a black hole.
Suddenly, Arthur pulled back his hand, eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at Allen.
"Why did you stop?" Edward asked, confused.
"Boss… he responded!"
Arthur had been holding onto Allen's waist and accidentally touched somewhere he shouldn't have.
Uh-oh?!
In an instant, Edward and Cobblepot let go at the same time, their expressions panicked.
Could Boss have some kind of emotional dysfunction?
They'd followed him for so long, and now they discovered this about him?
Just as they let go, Allen smoothly slipped into the TV, giving them no chance to stop him.
Onscreen, Allen locked eyes with a long-haired woman.
"Crap! Boss got caught by a ghost! Humanity is facing a crisis—this time we're all doomed!"
"Think of something! We've gotta save Boss—I don't wanna die young!"
As they panicked…
Allen met Sadako again, playing out a twisted romance between the living and the dead.
"Sadako, you're still breathtakingly beautiful, just like you don't care who lives or dies," Allen said, bashfully.
"Are you okay?"
Sadako no longer looked wet and creepy—she spoke clearly and smoothly now.
"Hug me."
Allen made his shy request.
"Alright."
Without hesitation, Sadako stepped forward and scooped Allen into a bridal carry.
As the two basked in their nauseatingly sweet love bubble, the comedic trio banged their heads against the TV, shouting and panicking.
"Let's get the Justice League! Batman might be able to save Boss!"
"We have no choice, even if I hate seeing them."
The three agreed, then lifted the TV and rushed toward the Arkham Stronghold, which had a teleportation device to get them to New York quickly.
Meanwhile, Allen rested his head on Sadako's shoulder like a little bird.
Sadako gazed at him with eyes full of bliss, her long hair slightly parted to reveal the look.
"Sadako, I'm ready to fulfill my promise anytime."
Allen shamelessly brought up the past.
Back then, he promised Sadako he'd die at her hands—and he still remembered it.
Sadako's tone was firm. "I won't let anything happen to you. No one will hurt you. I promise."
"Babe, you're so bad… I love it."
Allen nuzzled deeper into her shoulder, rubbing back and forth.
Sadako involuntarily trembled.
A clingy man really does have it good.
And this was proof.
Allen brushed aside Sadako's hair to reveal her delicate face and stared at her passionately.
It was the first time Sadako had been met with such a direct, aggressive gaze. She looked away awkwardly and muttered, "Actually, there's something I haven't told you…"
Before she could finish, a finger pressed against her lips.
Allen gazed at her tenderly. "I've loved you."
"…"
Sadako was left momentarily speechless.
That wasn't what she was trying to say.
"No, that's not it."
She tried to explain, hurriedly: "It's something about me."
"What, you didn't love me?" Allen gasped, looking absolutely devastated.
Tch…
What the hell is wrong with you?
Can I finish talking?
"I love you. I've always loved you."
Sadako's mood sank as she said, "I'm… intersex."
BOOM!
In that instant, Allen felt like lightning had struck him. He stood there, utterly stunned, his mouth frozen in disbelief.
Who could handle that?
The person you've been pining after suddenly tells you you're about to become brothers.
And yet, Allen didn't seem fazed at all.
Slurp…
With a loud gulp, his expression flipped from shock to sleaze, eyes twinkling like a rogue.
"Sadako, you're a guy? That's… not a dealbreaker."
"…"
"Bro, something's seriously wrong with you!"
A chill ran down Sadako's spine. She instinctively let go, letting Allen flop onto the bamboo mat as she backed away, frightened.
"Allen, please don't. You're scaring me."
But Allen struck a Sleeping Beauty pose, smirking playfully. "If love is true, why care about male or female? Your face alone is worth it."
"…"
Sadako was even more terrified now.
She began to wonder if she could accept this absurd relationship.
"Sadako, come on…"
Allen struck a provocative pose. "I'm flexible. Any position you like."
"The handstand!"
He planted his arms down, beaming: "That way we can play the spinning hurricane of doom!"
"…"
"The death scissors!"
Allen flopped back down and lifted one leg sky-high, eyes sparkling: "Ohhh yeah, double the fun for both of us!"
"…"
Can you calm down?
What the hell is in your head?!
Sadako's eyes bulged as she stared at Allen cycling through eighteen different poses, each one shattering her perception of reality.
So… you can do that?
What am I thinking?
Sadako shook her head, trying to clear the filthy thoughts from her mind.
———
"Help! Someone's gonna die!"
The comedic trio barged into Stark Tower in a frenzy.
The Justice League and Avengers were currently working together and using this place as a temporary HQ—a publicly known fact.
Luckily, the trio were no longer criminals; otherwise, the automated security system would've arrested them on the spot.
Recognizing familiar faces, Tony quickly granted them access and invited them to the top-floor lounge.
"Something terrible's happened—Allen got dragged off by a ghost!"
Right now, the Avengers' HQ was full of top-tier representatives from every faction.
Everyone was curious what kind of nonsense the infamous Joker Arthur was up to this time.
But then they saw a TV—unplugged—yet still playing a clear video.
And onscreen, the star was Allen.
"When did this guy get into film? Is this a black-and-white indie revival?" Bruce muttered, intrigued.
Yep, movies made by lunatics were always… abstract.
The screen showed Allen shamelessly clinging to Sadako's leg like a pathetic simp.
It suited him.
"Our boss was pulled into the TV by a ghost! You guys need to help us save him!" Edward urgently explained.
"No one can enter a TV screen."
Diana was skeptical. "Are you sure this isn't some prank by Allen?"
Considering Allen's usual antics, it was hard to take this seriously.
Even though he often told the truth, no one wanted to believe him.
"How am I supposed to explain this?"
Cobblepot scratched what little hair he had left.
Edward cut to the chase: "It's Sadako's videotape. A cursed object."
"…"
Suddenly, everyone understood the gravity of the situation.
The world is full of unexplainable phenomena. Both the Justice League and Avengers had prior experience with containment protocols.
Like S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Division 13—Wand Division—which stored many such taboo items.
"Let me slice the TV open," Illyana said, summoning her Soulsword and ready to take action.
"No, wait!"
Edward jumped to block her. "If we fail, Boss might be trapped inside forever!"
Could the comedic trio really be this loyal?
The heroes were skeptical.
These guys used to be notorious villains. How could they be truly loyal to a madman?
Only one explanation made sense—they were afraid of dying.
They were present when the Eternals were captured and learned the truth about God's manifestation, so they likely believed Allen could handle any crisis.
But Tony and Bruce had built data models and simulations—none of them concluded that Allen had that kind of power.
"Let's call on the Ancient One. My master might have a way," Doctor Strange suggested.
"Then I'll summon the top figures from the magical community to help."
While Illyana wasn't quite Supreme Sorcerer level on Earth, she ruled a hell domain and had established a strong presence.
Many mages had contracts with her for borrowing hellish powers.
Compared to the other demon lords of Hell, who would trick souls into eternal torment, Illyana was relatively trustworthy—thus becoming the go-to pact-maker for Earth's magic circles.
Before long, the Ancient One arrived.
Her golden hair flowed like a waterfall, practically sparkling.
Clearly, she maintained it well—no way it looked that healthy otherwise.
"Uh… when did Allen start making films? And Japanese horror, at that," the Ancient One asked, puzzled by the screen.
Great. More explaining.
Once she heard the whole story, the Ancient One looked helpless. "I specialize in mirror realms, but I've got no clue about the world inside this TV. Feels like another dimension, but I can't say for sure."
Then another old friend of Allen arrived.
Agatha, of the Witches' Coven.
These days, Agatha was Supreme Sorcerer-level, and her Coven rivaled Kamar-Taj in influence.
Though they hadn't mastered as many spells, they were a rising force.
"Sorry I'm late."
Wanda—Scarlet Witch—entered through the window, her crimson aura immediately causing Agatha's expression to darken.
Wanda's power had clearly grown again.
Bruce wisely stepped aside, sensing danger.
Diana, Illyana, Sister Yao, Agatha, Wanda… all women Allen had flirted with.
And probably not the full list. Who knew how many women he'd seduced?
"I think he's doing just fine in there," Wanda said calmly, gazing at the screen.
She remembered those stolen pants he turned into a wig. That bastard.
"Allen really doesn't hold back—not even ghosts," Agatha said fondly.
To her, it was a mix of absurdity and nostalgia—no hard feelings.
"He hasn't changed a bit," the Ancient One said, watching Allen bully Sadako on screen.
"You all know Allen?" Illyana asked, frowning.
The women smiled but said nothing—clearly confirming it.
Illyana's rage bubbled up. She'd been waiting for this dog for so long, and it turned out he'd seduced all these women—including even an old lady like Agatha.
Savage.
Though Agatha looked mature, her magic kept her youthful and alluring, not losing out to any of them.
The tension thickened—like a powder keg ready to ignite.
Illyana made no effort to hide her fury.
The rest stayed cool—none of them seemed to care about romance at all.
BOOM!
Just as the situation grew tense, a sudden quake rattled everyone.
New York wasn't on a fault line—this wasn't natural.
"Not good! Skyscrapers are collapsing!"
"Quick! Rescue the civilians!"
The heroes scattered, racing into the city.
New York, being an international metropolis, was packed with high-rises. No one had ever prepared for an earthquake.
Rows of buildings fell like dominoes.
Citizens screamed in terror, running for their lives.
But with the whole city shaking, there was nowhere to go.
The comedic trio clutched the TV in a panic, frantically calling out for their boss.
But Allen was lost in his one-sided romance with Sadako.
"Sadako, I never want to be apart from you."
Clinging to her leg, Allen was like a dead weight refusing to budge, utterly shameless and completely unwilling to let go.
The joy of their earlier reunion had already vanished without a trace. All that remained in Sadako's heart now was sheer dread.
This kind of intense affection was far too much for her to handle.
"Something big's happening outside—hurry up and go."
Dragging Allen to the TV, Sadako tried to persuade him. "Your friends must be out there in the real world."
"Nope! I wanna stay with you." Allen was stubborn to the core.
"There's plenty of time. I'll always be here waiting for you," Sadako coaxed.
"You mean it?" Allen eyed her suspiciously.
"Of course I mean it. As long as there's a videotape, you can summon me. I'm bound by the rules—I can't break them."
Sadako looked dead serious on the outside, but inside she was panicking like crazy.
"Yay! That means I can go on dates with Sadako all the time!"
Springing to his feet with righteous determination, Allen declared, "Sadako, I have to go save the world now. Wait for me at home!"
"I'll always wait for you," Sadako nodded solemnly.
With her promise secured, Allen finally walked toward the TV. He leaned his head toward the screen, but just as half of him went in, he pulled back and added, "Oh, and I don't eat sushi. Just make some tempura skewers for dinner."
In response, Sadako kicked him.
Raising one leg, she booted him straight into the TV.
Smack!
She turned off the TV, yanked out the power cord, and shut the door to the real world.
"The man I've been waiting for… turned out to be a complete lunatic."
Clutching her chest, Sadako tried to calm her racing heart.
After experiencing such madness disguised as love, she no longer had any faith in romance.
"This place is no longer livable."
With that, Sadako pulled out a suitcase, changed into her usual clothes, and walked straight out the door with her luggage in hand.
Rules? Boundaries? All nonsense.
Over the years, Sadako had already risen to the pinnacle of vengeful spirits, becoming a terrifying, untouchable taboo. If not for her obsession with Allen, she would have long since swept across this dimensional domain like a wrathful god.
As they say—great expectations lead to great disappointment.
"Starting today, I, Sadako, am going to live for myself."
Bang!
She slammed the door shut behind her and left her home.