Chapter 296: armor of trident - Greed and Reality 1
As the Spatial Rift tore open, Chu Hang knew something was wrong.
The fluctuations of Chaos Magic weren't a collapse, but a reconstruction.
Like an invisible giant net, it wrapped around him, forcibly rewriting him from the very foundation of his existence.
The many laws within his body instantly grew sluggish, as if submerged in frozen time, turning into unmoving amber. The Concept of Greed instinctively tried to devour this restraint, only to discover in shock that the opponent was not energy, but a rule—an obsession called "Love" that was paranoid to the extreme.
Greed understood obsession. It could even smell that the core of this obsession called "Love" was so similar to itself—both were an extreme, unshareable possessiveness.
He looked down to examine himself.
On his wrist was a crisp white shirt cuff fastened with a silver cufflink, delicately engraved with the letters "W" and "V." The indestructible armor from his memory had vanished, replaced by a well-tailored dark gray suit with a vibrant red carnation pinned to the breast pocket.
He instinctively wanted to summon his trident, but his fingertips only touched a cold-textured briefcase, heavy as if it contained not documents, but some weight of destiny.
Chu Hang did not panic, calmly taking in his surroundings.
Straight asphalt roads, pure white fences, and lawns trimmed as if copy-pasted. The sky was as blue as a fake backdrop, and the clouds were shaped so perfectly they looked painted on. The entire World was in an eerie grayscale, except for the flower on his chest and the warm yellow light from a distant window, which possessed true color.
Wanda's cage. A dreamscape she had woven for herself, and for him.
He stepped forward, his sophisticated leather shoes clicking against the ground with a crisp, lonely sound. His fingers tightened unconsciously around the briefcase, feeling a weight that didn't belong to him. On both sides of the street were three identical houses with identical black cars parked in front; even the positions of the mailboxes, fire hydrants, and trash cans seemed precisely measured with a ruler.
A woman in a plaid skirt was watering flowers in a yard. When she saw him, a mechanical, programmed smile immediately appeared on her face.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Anthony."
Anthony? Chu Hang raised an eyebrow imperceptibly, nodded to her in greeting, and continued walking.
The moment he turned away, the woman's smile froze instantly, and her watering action seemed to have hit a pause button.
It wasn't until he was ten meters away that she, like a reactivated program, continued her unfinished task.
At the end of the street was a pale yellow house with "The Maximoffs" written in beautiful script on the mailbox.
The roses in the yard were the only things with color on the entire street besides the carnation, their deep red so striking it was almost like bleeding.
Just as he stepped onto the porch, the door opened with a creak.
Wanda stood at the door, wearing a polka-dot dress and a lace apron, her long hair curled into gentle waves and loosely tied with a ribbon. She smiled with immense tenderness, wiped her hands on her apron, and opened her arms to him.
"Honey, you're home," she said with a hint of excitement in her voice. "Dinner is ready. It's your favorite: roast chicken and mashed potatoes."
Deep in Chu Hang's pupils, a flicker of dark gold light vanished in an instant.
But an invisible force instantly pressed in from all directions. It wasn't an attack, but a denial, a whisper, a temptation: You don't need those things; you don't need power; you only need to love me.
The dozen or so laws within him felt as if they were submerged in thick honey, their operational efficiency plummeting to the freezing point. They weren't sealed, but reordered—in this dimension, all power had to submit to one supreme core:
Love.
The kind of paranoid, exclusive, and pure love defined by Wanda.
Chu Hang didn't choose to force his way out. Instead, he pulled her into his arms and gently placed the heavy briefcase on the low cabinet by the door with a soft "thud."
Wanda's body stiffened for a moment before softening completely, burying her head deep in the crook of his shoulder.
"I missed you so much," she whispered, her voice trembling and tearful. "Every minute, every second, I was thinking... I was afraid you wouldn't come back."
Her fingers gripped the back of his suit so hard her knuckles turned white, as if he were her only lifeline while drowning.
Chu Hang patted her back, saying in a gentle tone that felt foreign even to himself, "I won't leave."
The moment the words left his lips, the entire dimension trembled slightly.
Those invisible shackles seemed to loosen slightly, but they were far from gone.
Wanda looked up, her eyes brimming with tears, yet her face wore a sickly sense of happiness. "Really?"
"Really," Chu Hang said, gazing into her eyes.
Deep within those beautiful green eyes were countless twisted fragments of Reality, the reflection of a broken Soul repeatedly tormenting itself in the void—a dream woven with Chaos Magic where "loss" would never happen again.
She pulled him into the house.
The living room decor looked like it was torn straight from the cover of a 1950s home magazine—a beige sofa, a patterned rug, and a black-and-white photo of the two of them hanging on the wall, both smiling radiantly and perfectly.
On the dining table, the roast chicken glistened with oil, the mashed potatoes were piled high like a mountain, and beside them were bright green peas and a freshly baked apple pie.
Wanda considerately pulled out a chair for him, then sat across from him, her chin resting on her hands, watching him lovingly without blinking.
Chu Hang cut a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth.
It had no taste.
Or rather, the flavor had been simplified into the abstract concept of "deliciousness" instead of a real sensory experience of sour, sweet, bitter, or spicy.
He chewed the fake food with a smile, while his mind raced. In this Reality cage manifested from Wanda's longing, he wasn't the Single Universe level being who had devoured the Council of Kangs, nor the walking disaster who mastered a dozen laws; he was just a nine-to-five husband coming home for dinner, whose only duty was to love her.
Any attempt to awaken his true identity might be judged as "betrayal" by this fragile World, triggering a deeper collapse in her. He had to find a balance, playing the role of "Anthony" while silently permeating his true power and memories like mercury spreading across the floor.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Wanda's smile stiffened for a moment, a flash of panic at the broken perfection appearing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. She rose to open the door.
Standing outside were a couple. The man wore black-rimmed glasses, and the woman held a pie tin; both of their smiles looked as if they were carved from a mold.
"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Maximoff. We are your new neighbors, the Harts. This is our homemade blueberry pie; we hope you like it." Mrs. Hart's lips moved slightly, but her voice seemed to come from behind her, with a slight misalignment with her lip movements, conveying an indescribable eeriness.
"Thank you. Would you like to come in for a bit?" Wandatook the pie tin and invited them warmly.
"Then we shall trouble you." The two spoke in unison, their tone, pitch, and even the pauses between words identical, as if the same audio file were playing on two channels simultaneously.
Chu Hang stood up and shook hands with Mr. Hart. The man's hand was cold and stiff, the pressure of his fingers as uniform as a robotic arm, without any natural variation from start to finish. He calmly mobilized a trace of the Law of Spirit to probe the other's consciousness, only to find a pure blankness—these neighbors were merely props fabricated by Wanda to make her "perfect life" seem more real, possessing no Souls, only preset lines and actions.
The four sat down, Wanda served refreshments, and the Harts began to ramble about the fun of moving. Chu Hangsmiled and played along, his gaze casually sweeping across the living room. The clock in the corner was permanently stopped at six, and the sky outside was always in that eternal twilight, neither dark nor bright. Time was locked at the moment she considered most perfect.
"Mr. Anthony, where do you work?" Mrs. Hart asked, her smile still standard but her eyes empty.
A dangerous thought flashed through Chu Hang's mind—what would happen to this fragile World if he mentioned the "Avengers," "Laws," or the "Multiverse" right now?
He suppressed the urge and answered mildly, "At a tech company, doing some research work."
"That must be very interesting." Mr. Hart nodded mechanically. "I heard you and Mrs. Maximoff were childhood sweethearts?"
This question made Wanda's eyes light up instantly. She immediately gripped Chu Hang's hand, her face overflowing with pride and happiness. "Yes, we've known each other since we were children."
She gazed at Chu Hang, announcing to the Harts and seemingly to the whole World:
"He is the only person I have ever loved in my life, and the only person I will ever love."
As the words fell, the surrounding air seemed to become viscous, and the force binding Chu Hang intensified again, further suppressing his Law Powers. He understood that every time Wanda emphasized this exclusive relationship, she was reinforcing the underlying rules of this dimension. In Westview, he could only belong to her; he couldn't remember anyone else or have any ties other than her.
Chu Hang pulled her into his arms, pressed a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead, and said in a low, certain voice, "Me too."
This kiss was like a switch, causing Wanda to melt completely. She closed her eyes contentedly, her smile sweet to the point of obsession.
As her emotions shifted, the color saturation of the living room seemed to increase, and a faint warm tone even seeped into the edges of the originally grayscale wallpaper.
The Harts soon rose to take their leave.
The moment the door closed, Chu Hang saw through a gap in the window that after the couple stepped out of the yard, their figures were like a drop of ink in clear water, rapidly fading and thinning until they finally vanished into the twilight air.
"You'll stay with me like this forever, won't you?" Wandanestled in his arms, her voice light as a dream. "You won't be like them... like everyone else, saying they love me only to turn around and leave?"
Chu Hang looked down at her. Deep within those beautiful green eyes, madness and fragility were waging a fierce war.
He raised his hand, gently stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers, and made the promise this World needed most:
"I'm not going anywhere."
Wanda relaxed completely, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his warm chest, murmuring to herself, "That's good... As long as you're here, this World... is perfect..."
Chu Hang's hand gently soothed her back, but his gaze drifted over her shoulder, landing on the silent briefcase on the low cabinet by the door.
Chapter 297: Affection - Witch and Universe 2
Chu Hang put down his fork.
The roasted chicken on his plate chewed like a waterlogged sponge, but Wanda was looking at him with eager eyes, a hint of humble expectation hidden within.
He didn't expose her; instead, he smiled and reached out to hold her intertwined fingers.
"It tastes good."
He paused.
"But this chicken deserves better treatment."
Alchemy Law spread across the dining table.
He didn't destroy this dimension; instead, he reinforced it by following Wanda's Chaos Magic.
The shriveled chicken turned golden and crispy, the fat sizzled, and the aroma of rosemary and garlic exploded—not a vague "concept of deliciousness," but a truly head-spinning fragrance.
Wanda was stunned.
It wasn't just the food; the dull black and white tones around them were also changing.
Starting from Chu Hang's fingertips, the entire World was painted with high-definition colors.
The wallpaper gained a silky texture, the sunset outside the window transformed from a rigid warm yellow to distinct shades of purple and red, and even the dust motes in the air came alive.
"What's going on?"
Wanda murmured.
Chu Hang cut a piece of chicken and brought it to her mouth.
"Because you deserve the best."
Wanda opened her mouth and bit down. The crispy exterior and tender interior bloomed on her tongue. The unease in her eyes dissipated, replaced by an unprecedented sense of security.
She didn't notice that Chu Hang had already planted a real seed within the core of Westview.
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The doorbell rang.
Before Wanda could get up, Agnes pushed the door open.
Purple tracksuit, a stack of community flyers, and a laugh loud enough to shake dust from the ceiling.
"Oh dear, am I interrupting your candlelight dinner?"
Her gaze swept across the dining table, finally settling on Chu Hang's face with a scrutinizing look.
Chu Hang stood up.
"Agnes, would you like some apple pie?"
Agnes waved her hand, then leaned closer and lowered her voice:
"Anthony, which company did you work for before?"
"I seem to recall Wanda saying her husband wasn't feeling well?"
Wanda's face paled slightly, and her fingers gripped the tablecloth.
The wallpaper around them began to ripple like water.
Chu Hang walked around the table and stood in front of Agnes.
He was a head taller than her, and his Shadow enveloped her directly.
"You misremembered."
His voice was very soft.
"I've always been healthy, and I've always been here."
Agnes felt the air turn into cast iron.
That pressure didn't come from muscles; it was a gaze from a higher dimension.
She had lived for hundreds of years and instinctively sensed danger—this man in front of her was not a puppet created by Wanda at all.
Chu Hang reached out to straighten her collar, his fingertips subtly brushing her neck.
"It's normal for neighbors to get things mixed up."
He smiled as he looked at her.
"But always getting things wrong might mean you've been too tired lately."
"Don't you agree?"
Agnes's smile froze, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
Her magic was like a damp match in front of him, unable to even spark.
"Yes, yes, I might have misremembered."
She gave a dry laugh and stepped back.
"I have soup simmering at home, so I'll be going now."
She practically crashed through the door as she fled.
Wanda looked at her retreating figure:
"What's wrong with her?"
Chu Hang sat back down and picked up his dinner knife again.
"She was probably craving apple pie."
He cut a piece of pie and placed it on Wanda's plate, sneering inwardly.
A minor character like Agatha, daring to disrupt Wanda's dream, he wouldn't mind refining this Witch into a rug for their home.
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After dinner, the flames in the fireplace flickered, crackling softly.
Wanda leaned against Chu Hang, her long hair spread across his chest.
This intimacy used to carry a sense of precarious falsehood, but now it was different.
Chu Hang released the resonance of the Law of Spirit, transforming his consciousness into a gentle spring water, seeping into the cracks of Wanda's Soul.
He could feel the huge black hole deep within her—Pietro's death, Vision's demise, all her despair for the World.
Previously, she could only forcibly stitch these wounds with Chaos Magic; now, Chu Hang was using the concept of "existence" to fill those voids.
"What are you thinking about?"
Wanda asked softly.
"I'm thinking this place isn't perfect enough."
Chu Hang lowered his head, his chin resting on her crown.
"We should make this place more real, so that what you love will never again be just an illusion."
Wanda's body trembled slightly, and she looked up at him, her eyes shining with an almost intoxicated light.
At this moment, she completely released the last mental defense maintaining Westview's operation.
Chu Hang moved.
The Inner Universe opened a tiny gap, and Alchemy Lawintertwined with Reality Warping, like an invisible giant net taking over every atom of this house.
The wood and bricks, originally pieced together by Chaos Magic, were endowed with true physical constants.
The floor was no longer a projection of thought, but real solid wood grown from the earth.
That real seed began to frantically absorb the surrounding chaotic energy, transforming it into matter under Chu Hang's control.
Wanda only felt the air become fresher and the furniture more real, yet she was completely unaware that control of this dimension was changing hands.
However, just as Chu Hang's consciousness extended outward along the town's Veins, his brow furrowed.
Directly beneath the clock tower in the town square, there was an extremely cold aura.
It wasn't Wanda's power, nor Agatha's sorcery, but a pure nothingness aimed at erasing everything.
That node was like a tumor parasitic on Westview, devouring Wanda's Life force and magic.
The moment Chu Hang's Concept of Greed touched it, a strong sense of repulsion arose.
Interesting.
It seems there are other guests secretly feasting besides me.
He subtly withdrew his probing and intensified his soothing of Wanda's Soul.
He needed Wanda to maintain this state of extreme happiness to complete the devouring of the entire dimension without alarming that void node.
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Avengers Base.
Tony Stark stared at the flickering data stream on the screen, troubled.
Adam, who had been helping Nathaniel Richards calibrate time parameters nearby, suddenly stopped.
"Little guy, what did you find now?"
Tony rubbed his eyes.
Adam looked into the void, his nostrils twitching, revealing a brilliant smile.
"Daddy is eating, and he's very happy."
Tony was stunned.
"Eating?"
"In that chaotic domain?"
Adam pointed at the red dot representing Westview on the screen, his tone innocent yet carrying a chilling authority:
"He's eating that World."
"That World is about to take Daddy's shape."
Tony took a sharp breath and turned to shout into the communicator:
"Steve Rogers, get everyone ready."
"That dimension is about to be torn apart by Chu Hangfrom within."
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Westview, under warm lamplight.
Chu Hang gently kissed Wanda's cheek.
That real seed had taken root and sprouted, and the underlying logic of the entire dimension was being rewritten by him little by little.
The Westview that followed would no longer be Wanda's sanctuary, but his trap to lure out the void power behind it.
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Night fell, bringing with it the dampness and profundity unique to late night.
Wanda slept soundly in Chu Hang's arms, a contented smile on her lips.
Chu Hang gently placed her back on the bed, standing by the bedside and watching her—the Scarlet Witch who made the Multiverse tremble, now like a child who had finally found her harbor.
He turned and walked to the window, his gaze sweeping over the neat streets and locking onto the distant clock tower, which appeared eerie under the moonlight.
The void aura there was becoming active, like a disturbed parasite trying to reclaim its territory before the real seed expanded.
Chu Hang tapped his finger in the void, and a wisp of dark golden Law Power transformed into an invisible thread, extending along the earth's Veins.
When the thread touched the base of the clock tower, a strange feedback came back.
Not pure destruction, but hunger.
That hunger was somewhat similar to his Concept of Greed, but wilder, devoid of any reason.
Chu Hang's eyes turned cold.
Westview might not just be Wanda's sanctuary, but a carefully arranged petri dish.
Someone was using Wanda's sorrow to try and hatch a monster that even a single Universe couldn't contain.
This feeling reminded him of the Anti-Monitor in the DC Universe, but the opponent's aura was more hidden and more insidious.
He didn't rush to close the net.
Now was not the time to flip the table.
He needed to wait for that real seed to grow into a towering tree, tying all of Westview's karma to himself.
By then, whatever was hidden beneath the clock tower would only become nourishment for his Inner Universe.
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Edge of the Reality dimension.
Adam suddenly shivered, clutching Tony Stark's sleeve tightly, a dark golden light flashing in his eyes.
"Tony, that bad thing is about to wake up."
Tony stopped his quantum detector, his expression grave.
"Are you saying your daddy is in trouble?"
Adam shook his head, revealing a stern smile unbefitting his age:
"No, that bad thing is in trouble."
"Daddy is preparing dinner for it, but Daddy doesn't like others taking his place."
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Westview bedroom.
Chu Hang sat back down by the bed, holding Wanda's hand.
That void node was trying to infiltrate Wanda through dreams, but he merely gave a gentle squeeze, and that cold aura, under the reconstruction of Alchemy Law, transformed into material for a beautiful dream.
"Sleep, Wanda."
He whispered.
"When you wake up tomorrow, this World will be even more perfect than you imagine."
Outside the window, the clock tower let out a dull thud, like the unwilling roar of some giant beast in its sleep.
But under the suppression of Chu Hang's Law Domain, the sound eventually dissipated into the night.
Westview's logic was completely stabilized.
A hunt against nothingness had quietly begun under the gentle exterior of a perfect husband.
Chapter 298: Agnes - Adam and Witch 3
Morning in Westview, the chirping of birds, a gentle breeze.
Chu Hang stood on his own lawn, trimming the hedge with a large pair of shears.
In a light blue knit sweater with a neatly folded collar, he looked exactly like a model husband from an old movie.
Wanda came out carrying two glasses of lemonade, her skirt swaying as she walked.
"Honey, the Community Committee is holding a Talent Show this afternoon, have you heard?"
Chu Hang took the glass and had a sip.
"Mrs. Hart just mentioned it, saying she has a lot of confidence in our grand finale."
Wanda looked down and smiled, her fingers twisting the edge of her apron.
"I just feel that since we're starting a new Life here, we should participate more in community activities. Everyone says you're the most talented person in town."
Chu Hang put down the shears and put his arm around her shoulder.
"Since you've already talked us up, I certainly can't let you lose face. But are you sure everyone wants to see magic, and not me trimming a hedge into a rabbit?"
Wanda smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"As long as it's you performing, they'll love it."
Agnes, wearing a purple tracksuit, ran over from across the street, waving a garish flyer and shouting loud enough to be heard two blocks away.
"Hey, talented couple! Ready to wow the crowd?"
She stopped outside the fence, her eyes scanning Chu Hang with a deeply hidden scrutiny.
Chu Hang nodded.
"We'll do our best. I hope your gardening lecture is just as exciting."
Agnes gave a couple of dry laughs.
"Don't even mention that. Everyone is waiting for Mr. Anthony's miracle moment. I heard you've prepared a big surprise?"
Chu Hang didn't respond, only smiled.
He could feel a few ripples of magic floating around Agnes, testing the law barrier around his body.
But on the surface, this was just neighborly small talk.
Wanda didn't notice any of this, immersed in the upcoming social event.
"We'll be ready."
When Agnes turned around, the smile on her face collapsed for a moment before being put back on.
She waved as she walked away, her back giving off an indescribable sense of dissonance.
Chu Hang looked at Wanda in his arms.
This Talent Show was more than just neighborhood entertainment.
This was Wanda using Chaos Magic to reinforce the logic of this World, and he had to play this scene more realistically than Reality itself.
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At three in the afternoon, the sunlight hit the wooden stage in the square at an angle.
The air was filled with the smell of popcorn and cheap perfume.
Neighbors wore bright formal wear, sitting neatly in folding chairs, every smile looking as if it were measured with a ruler.
Behind the backstage curtain, Wanda was checking Chu Hang's suit.
"Honey, you look a little nervous."
She whispered.
"If you don't want to perform the disappearing act, we can switch to mind reading now."
Chu Hang held her hand, his palm slightly damp.
"Don't worry. As long as you're watching from the audience, I am the World's greatest magician."
Agnes appeared from out of nowhere, holding a magicwand tied with red silk.
"Look at this lovely couple! Anthony, I've helped you move your prop box onto the stage."
She laughed heartily, but her eyes scraped across Chu Hang's face like hooks.
"But that box seems a bit heavy. Are you sure it only contains pigeons?"
Chu Hang took the magic wand, his fingertip lightly brushing the red silk.
"Maybe it contains a surprise. Who doesn't love a surprise?"
The magic wand was wrapped in a layer of sticky incantation.
Agatha's prank—as long as he waved the wooden stick, the pigeons that were supposed to fly out would turn into a mass of uncontrolled black corrosive liquid, tearing right through the filter of Reality.
Agnes leaned into his ear.
"I bet the audience will be screaming very loudly later."
"I think so too."
Chu Hang turned his head.
"Especially when you find out that the script isn't in your hands."
In front of the stage, Dennis the postman mechanically distributed programs.
His movements were stiff, and with every step, his body showed a slight double image, like a TV screen with a bad signal.
Chu Hang glanced at him through the curtain, and the seed of Reality in his sea of consciousness vibrated.
"Next up, please welcome Westview's perfect husband—Mr. Anthony!"
The host, Phil, roared on stage.
Thunderous applause.
Wanda gave Chu Hang an encouraging kiss.
Chu Hang carried the tampered prop box onto the stage.
Agatha hid in the wings, her fingers moving, ready to detonate the chaotic energy when he opened the box.
He stood in the center of the stage and bowed to the audience.
"Neighbors, for the next performance, please don't blink."
His hand pressed on the lid of the box.
[Alchemy Law]
The law seeped from his palm like mercury, enveloping Agatha's incantation.
He didn't dispel the power, but instead used it as fuel to reconstruct the atomic structure inside the box.
Agatha's eyes widened from offstage.
The expected chaos did not happen.
She felt her magic being forcibly devoured by something larger and colder—like lighting a match in a forest only to find a light-swallowing black hole in front of her.
Chu Hang lifted the lid.
Rainbow light soared into the sky.
It wasn't ordinary fireworks, but high-purity compressed law fragments.
The light wove into countless transparent threads in the air, covering the entire venue like a spiderweb.
A collective gasp broke out from the audience.
"Wow, this is much more exciting than on TV!"
Chu Hang smiled, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.
In the third row, Dennis the postman's body twitched violently, his facial muscles appearing a strange greenish-gray under the colored light.
Agatha's expression was grim.
She found that not only could she not take back her magic, but even her body was being faintly locked down by those transparent threads.
"What on earth are you?"
She asked in a trembling voice that only she could hear.
Chu Hang waved the magic wand on stage, and countless petals fell from the void.
I'm just a husband who wants to make his wife happy, Agnes.
He answered in his heart.
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The petals did not land, but slowly circled around the audience.
Wanda sat in the first row, her hands clasped, her eyes shining with infatuation.
She could feel the petals carrying Chu Hang's unique aura, that sense of weight that made her feel incredibly secure.
Agatha gritted her teeth, her fingers clutching the folds of her purple dress.
The chaotic spell she had injected into the magic wand was enough to create a crack in space and make Chu Hangreveal a non-human, hideous face in front of Wanda.
But now, that energy had actually been transformed into a magnificent visual effect.
She grabbed at the air with her right hand, trying to forcibly detonate the petals circling above the audience's heads.
Chu Hang didn't look back; with his left hand in his pocket, he lightly hooked his index finger.
[Alchemy Law: Barrier]
A transparent film covered the entire hall.
Agatha's destruction command slammed into it, making a dull thud that only higher-dimensional beings could hear, before vanishing without a trace.
Not only that, Chu Hang casually crushed Agatha's violent mana and rewove it into the stage background.
The simple wooden backdrop slowly grew and spread, turning into a phantom forest swaying under the moonlight.
Agnes, your contribution to the performance is truly generous.
The transparent law threads had already filled every corner of the venue, like extremely fine probes, scanning the underlying logic of every resident under the cover of the cheers.
Dennis the postman in the back row stopped moving.
His body showed severe double imaging; his left half maintained a mechanical smile, while his right half was pulled by an invisible force, appearing extremely distorted and greenish-gray.
His eyeballs rolled frantically in their sockets, his hollow gaze revealing extreme terror.
Chu Hang's gaze crossed the crowd and locked onto this anomaly.
When the law threads touched Dennis, they produced a sense of repulsion similar to a logic error.
He was all too familiar with this feeling.
A destructive aura from the void dimension, aimed at erasing all existence.
The scent of the Anti-Monitor.
Chu Hang's eyes sharpened, but the smile on his face grew even brighter.
He opened his arms, and the forest phantom exploded, turning into a sky full of golden light.
The audience erupted in overwhelming applause.
Amidst the high-frequency spiritual resonance, Chu Hangflicked out a dark gold rune, which traced an invisible arc and sank into the back of Dennis's head.
[Greed Mark] successfully applied.
Dennis's body shuddered violently, and the overlapping phantoms merged into one.
He stood blankly on the spot, his lips trembling, trying to shout something but only able to make a raspy wheezing sound.
He was no longer a simple prop person, but a pawn planted in Westview by the residual will of the Anti-Monitor.
Chu Hang gave an elegant bow for his curtain call, his gaze lingering on Dennis for less than half a second.
He had already captured a clear residue of will within that void power—a malice older and purer than the Council of Kangs.
"Honey, you were amazing!"
Wanda rushed onto the stage and hugged him tightly.
Chu Hang gently stroked her long hair, feeling the joy of the Chaos Magic within her.
Agatha must be so angry she wants to kill someone right now, and the thing under the bell tower also showed its hand because of the stimulation just now.
"As long as you're happy, it's all worth it."
He looked toward the bell tower looming in the moonlight outside the hall.
The bait for the hunt has been cast; now it's just a matter of seeing when the fish hiding in the shadows can't help but bite.
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Chu Hang Leading Wanda off the stage,The cheers were still echoing.
Wanda's face was flushed, and she held his arm tightly.
"Anthony, you were so charming just now. I even thought those petals were real; I could smell the fragrance."
"In this town, as long as you think it's real, it is real."
As they walked to the back row, they bumped into Dennisthe postman, who was about to leave.
Dennis had returned to his dull state, but a trace of unhideable terror remained in his eyes as he looked at Chu Hang.
Chu Hang stopped, and with a light flick of his finger in the air, the Greed Mark began to take root and sprout deep within Dennis's Soul.
"Dennis, I seem to be missing a program."
Dennis shivered, almost dropping his mailbag.
A dry sound, like the friction of rusty gears, came from his throat:
"S... sorry, Mr. Anthony. I... I'll go get another one right away."
Through the mark, Chu Hang captured a fragment of broken information.
Deep in the postman's Soul was engraved a code name he was very familiar with—an old acquaintance who had been completely erased by the Anti-Monitor in the DC Universe.
Agnes came out from the side curtain, her face pale, forcing a smile as she approached.
"A wonderful performance, Anthony. I've never seen a magic style like that. Where on earth did you learn it?"
Chu Hang turned, his smile not quite reaching his eyes:
"Agnes, some secrets aren't fun once they're told. Just like that surprise you prepared offstage—didn't it also fail to come in handy?"
Agnes's smile froze.
A cold will locked onto her throat, an absolute suppression from a Single Universe level, making this old Witch of several hundred years unable to even conceive the thought of resisting.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about."
She gave a couple of dry laughs and hurriedly turned and left.
Wanda looked at her back:
"Why is she always so strange?"
"Maybe she's just too tired."
Chu Hang led Wanda out of the hall, pushing open the doors to find Westview still shrouded in eternal twilight.
The Inner Universe vibrated slightly.
Bloodline resonance.
Far away in the Reality dimension, Adam sensed the magicshow his father was performing.
The little guy used the faint connection between them to forcibly penetrate the barrier of Chaos Magic and send something in.
Chu Hang opened his palm, and in it was a small metal fragment shimmering with a faint golden light.
A part from Tony's armor, carrying Adam's youthful aura.
Chu Hang put away the fragment and turned his gaze toward the silent bell tower in the distance.
Dennis the postman was dragging his heavy steps, slowly walking into the shadows beneath the bell tower.
His body showed double images again in the shadows, the void aura becoming more greedy, wanting to drag the entire town into the abyss.
"Honey, let's go home."
Wanda pulled his hand.
Chu Hang withdrew his gaze, his expression becoming gentle again:
"Okay, let's go home."
Chapter 299: Little Surprise - Wanda and Chu Hang 4
Sunlight streamed through the blinds, spilling onto the dining table.
Wanda, wearing a floral apron, was flipping bacon in the pan.
Chu Hang sat by the table, holding an unopened newspaper.
"Dear, should we trim the roses today?"
Wanda was about to answer when her expression changed.
The spatula clattered onto the stovetop, and she bent over, dry heaving.
A wave of dark red energy rippled out from her center.
Outside the window, it was still late autumn, but the withered yellow lawn sprouted tender shoots in the blink of an eye.
The wilting red roses frantically grew branches and blossomed, and the entire street leaped from late autumn into high spring.
"Anthony, I don't know what's wrong."
Wanda leaned on the cabinet, fine sweat beading on her forehead.
"Something inside my body is out of control."
Chu Hang walked to her side, held her shoulder, and casually turned off the stove.
"Don't worry, maybe you were just too tired last night."
He placed his palm on Wanda's back, and dark golden threads seeped into her skin.
He initially thought it was just a stress reaction from the Chaos Magic, but when the Law Power touched the core area in Wanda's abdomen—
He froze.
That was not an illusion.
Deep within Wanda's lower abdomen, a mass of pure energy was slowly rotating.
It was not a false Life created by thought, but a real, existing Singularity of Rules.
It greedily absorbed Chaos Magic while resonating with the Single Universe level power Chu Hang had left within Wanda.
Like a nascent miniature Universe, it was being nurtured inside her body.
"Anthony?"
Wanda clutched his sleeve.
The dark golden light in Chu Hang's eyes receded, and he smiled again.
"It's nothing, just a little surprise."
He lifted her up in his arms.
"We might have to prepare the nursery early."
Wanda froze, placing her hand on her lower abdomen.
"Really?"
"More real than the spring outside."
The doorbell rang.
Agnes pushed the door open and entered, clutching a yellowed Parenting Manual, her eyes darting around the room.
"Oh, Wanda!"
Her voice was eight octaves higher than usual.
"Did you see the red roses outside? It's a miracle! And you, your face is flushed like a ripe apple. Do you have good news?"
Wanda smiled shyly, protecting her lower abdomen with her hand.
"We think I might be pregnant."
Agnes forced an exaggerated look of surprise, but Chu Hang saw clearly—the Purple magic glimmer deep in her pupils was pulsing.
She hurried toward the sofa, her withered hand reaching for Wanda's lower abdomen.
"I knew it! This Heirloom Manual is specifically for unusual children—"
Chu Hang stood up and took the old book before she could touch Wanda.
"Thank you so much, Agnes."
Agnes did not withdraw her hand.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, and a wisp of Dark magicdrilled toward Wanda's abdomen.
In her view, this was simply the most abundant lunch in the Multiverse.
But as soon as the magic entered the three-foot radius, it was like hitting an invisible grinding stone.
Chu Hang had already used the Alchemy Law to reconstruct this space into a One-way Filter.
Agnes shuddered; not only did the Dark magic fail to steal anything, but the magical power within her was pulled out in reverse.
Chu Hang smoothly brought Wanda a glass of orange juice.
"Here, drink slowly."
Agnes's face went from red to white, and then from white to green.
Her magic was being forcibly dismantled and purified, turning into gentle energy that flowed into Wanda's back via Chu Hang's palm.
This centuries-old Witch was now nothing more than a free magic masseuse.
"Oh, I... I might not have eaten enough this morning."
Agnes stumbled backward, her hand shaking so much she couldn't hold the leaflet.
"I need to go home."
She practically scrambled out the door.
Wanda sighed, leaning against Chu Hang:
"She's so nice."
"Yes, very useful."
Chu Hang stared deeply at the front door.
"For the next few months, she will provide a lot of support for this family."
His fingertips moved slightly; the metal part in his pocket melted and was restructured into several Runes, branded onto the four corners of the crib.
This power aligned with Chaos Magic, forming a Transparent Amulet, isolating the house from external prying.
"Who do you think the baby will look like?"
Wanda drank her orange juice.
"He will have your kindness, and he will have all of me."
What he didn't say was—the Void Walkers in the Inner Universe were already kneeling everywhere.
This child, before birth, was already emitting a frequency that surpassed all living beings.
Chu Hang was about to take Wanda to the backyard when a subtle tremor came from the floor beneath their feet.
It wasn't an earthquake; it was a cold, sinister power infiltrating through the Earth Veins.
Near the Clock Tower.
Postman Dennis rode his worn bicycle past the door, his movements stiff and his eyes vacant.
Every time he pedaled, the surrounding air grew colder.
Had the Anti-Monitor's will not completely died?
"Let's go for a walk outside."
Chu Hang draped a coat over Wanda.
The two walked out the door like an ordinary couple.
Chu Hang tapped his toe on the ground, and a dark golden ripple spread out, colliding with the cold infiltration.
The two forces fought fiercely in the microscopic dimension, and he completely erased the Void Power without even using much strength.
Dennis's chain broke, and he fell onto the roadside, emitting a sharp, grating scream.
The scream overlapped with countless mournful frequencies, pointing toward a string of Bizarre Symbols.
Chu Hang sneered.
A petty trick.
He helped Wanda step over the cracked bluestone slab.
The shadow of the Clock Tower was moving against the sunlight, like thick ink spilled on the ground. Wherever it passed, the grass withered into gray powder—not burnt ashes, but the void left after matter was erased from the concept layer.
Wanda suddenly exclaimed, pressing her hand against her lower abdomen.
"He kicked me!"
The surrounding atmospheric pressure plummeted.
Red energy erupted from her center, beginning to rewrite biological logic.
Her maternity dress tightened; in a few breaths, her abdomen went from slightly bulging to distinctly round.
Months of pregnancy were compressed into seconds.
"It's alright, I'm here."
Chu Hang stomped his foot, and a dark golden ripple collided with the ink-like shadow.
The Void Power attempted to scream, high-frequency noise vibrating in the microscopic dimension.
But before the Alchemy Law, the noise was broken down into garbled code.
He wasn't just defending.
Following the cold aura, he reached his hand into the source of the void, crushing the malevolence attempting to touch the fetus inch by inch.
Dennis completely collapsed, like a puppet drained of air.
Wanda looked up, her eyes flashing with Scarlet Light.
"Anthony, look at the sky..."
The Red Barrier at the edge of Westview was roaring, frantically expanding outward, swallowing the forests, highways, and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s temporary outpost outside the town.
"The baby wants more space."
Wanda murmured, her voice overlapping, as if two Souls were speaking at once.
Chu Hang put his arm around her waist.
The little guy was very displeased with the void's probing, and was using his mother's power to declare sovereignty over the World.
"If he wants it, we can give him the entire Earth."
Chu Hang smiled.
"But for now, let's go sit in the park; your appetite must be huge."
"I want a Chocolate Sundae with double cream."
"Even if you want to eat the moon, I can pluck it down and slice it."
...On the streets of Westview, Chu Hang unwrapped a chocolate bar for Wanda.
The Void Walkers in the Inner Universe were worshiping even more fervently.
The unborn little one was curiously gazing, through Wanda's belly, at this Perfect World forcibly stabilized by his father.
"He's very quiet, Anthony."
Wanda bit into the chocolate, her eyes narrowing in satisfaction.
"He's just accumulating strength."
Chu Hang looked toward the Clock Tower, his eyes cold.
"Some uninvited guests always need cleaning up."
In the shadow of the Clock Tower, the Void Power pulsed with that bizarre frequency one last time before dissipating.
Chu Hang memorized it.
The things left behind by the Anti-Monitor were somewhat troublesome after all.
But it didn't matter; he had plenty of time to play with these guys.
As long as Wanda still felt this Dream was perfect, no one would be able to wake her up.
Chapter 300: Dinner - Wanda and Chu Hang 5
The afternoon sunlight in Westview was heavy, casting long, clear shadows that cut the window frames of Anthony's house into golden geometric patterns.
Wanda sank into the soft sofa, her hands gently cradling her astonishing pregnant belly.
In the few minutes it took Chu Hang to go to the kitchen for water, the second button of her floral maternity dress popped off due to the further swelling of her abdomen.
She looked down at the warm protrusion with a peaceful expression. Every roll of the little Life inside her caused a nearly invisible crimson ripple in the surrounding air; the outlines of furniture and walls blurred for an instant before quickly returning to normal.
Chu Hang walked out of the kitchen wearing an apron, his steps steady, carrying a plate of sliced fruit. With every step he took, the wooden floor beneath him emitted an extremely faint hum, similar to the resonance of a tuning fork. This wasn't simple physical contact, but rather his laws replacing and overwriting the logic of this false dimension in an unstoppable manner from the most fundamental level.
Westview was originally a fragile dream woven by Wandausing Chaos Magic. Now, with Chu Hang's infiltration, everything here was being endowed with real mass. Every grain of dust's weight and the trajectory of every breeze began to follow irrefutable physical laws.
Wanda took a slice of apple and took a bite, the juice sweet and crisp. "Honey, he's exceptionally energetic today," she remarked. "When he kicked me just now, I felt the whole house shake."
Chu Hang sat down beside her, his broad palm covering that dome of Life. Beneath his palm, the fetus pulsed with a joyful rhythm, as if greeting its father.
"Since the baby is so happy, let's invite the neighbors over tonight for some fun," he suggested with a smile. "I've already spoken to Agnes, and that mailman Dennis—they'll be coming over tonight."
Wanda was a bit surprised: "Invite them for dinner? Then I need to go prepare..."
"You stay seated." Chu Hang pressed down on her shoulder, his tone brook no argument, "Tonight, I'll handle it."
Deep in his eyes, a flicker of cold killing intent flashed like a cold star.
Celebrating the new Life was just a perfect excuse. Some flies that had caught the scent of blood and were lurking in the shadows with greedy eyes needed a proper opportunity to be swatted to death all at once.
Outside, the bell of the clock tower rang leisurely. The mailman Dennis was riding his dilapidated bicycle, circling the street corner mechanically, his movements stiff like a clockwork doll. In a garden not far away, Agnes was using a pair of rusty gardening shears to ruthlessly snip off a blooming red rose, humming a tuneless, eerie song.
These two guests, harboring ill intentions, were as yet unaware of what kind of 'Hongmen Banquet' they were about to attend.
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At dusk, the doorbell rang punctually.
Agnes had changed into a deep purple velvet gown, holding a box of beautifully packaged but slightly old chocolates, her face plastered with an exaggerated smile. Behind her, Dennis stood like a wooden stake at the door in a crumpled shirt, his eyes dull and his forehead covered in cold sweat.
"Oh, my dear Wanda!" Agnes opened her arms as soon as she entered, but her gaze was like two probes, quickly scanning Wanda's pregnant belly. "Look at this cozy little home! You're absolutely glowing right now; I bet this child will bring miracles to Westview in the future!"
Wanda smiled and welcomed them into the dining room. Chu Hang was bringing out a bowl of fragrant Borscht from the kitchen, nodding politely to Agnes: "Have a seat. The menu is quite rich tonight, especially that Blueberry Pie—I added a little something extra to it."
Dennis sat down stiffly, his body unable to stop trembling slightly. In Chu Hang's perception, the anti-life equationfragments within the mailman were falling into a frenzy due to the close proximity to the Rule Singularity in Wanda's womb. That deathly aura representing ultimate void was nearly bursting through his human skin.
Agnes, on the other hand, appeared much more composed. Taking advantage of the moment Wanda turned to get napkins, her fingers hidden under the tablecloth quickly formed a spell gesture. A wisp of dark purple light, deeper than the night, silently slipped into the Blueberry Pie on the table. It was power from the darkhold, carrying the coldness that corrodes the Soul, aimed directly at the source of Life within Wanda's womb.
Chu Hang saw everything. He slowly picked up a table knife and lightly traced the edge of the Blueberry Pie. Invisible Alchemy Law flowed at his fingertips. The dark curse, enough to make any mage instantly fall into madness, had its molecular structure forcibly reorganized and transformed the moment it touched the pie crust. The cold malice vanished without a trace, replaced by a rich, mellow aroma of fruit pulp, making it even more enticing than before.
Chu Hang looked up and glanced at Agnes with a half-smile: "Agnes, you don't look too well. Is it too dark in the room?"
Agnes's heart jolted. She felt the power she released vanish like a stone dropped into the ocean, and a terrifying suction even surged back along the causal line. She forced a smile: "Oh, Anthony, perhaps it's just old age; my eyesight is getting a bit blurry."
"Then let me brighten it up for you."
As Chu Hang spoke, he stood up and naturally patted her shoulder, his movements as intimate as those of an old friend of many years.
In that instant, Agnes felt her innate magic power surge out like a bursting flood from where his palm touched her! She wanted to scream, but her throat felt as if it were being choked by an invisible hand, unable to make a sound.
The candlelight in the center of the table suddenly jumped half a foot higher, and the originally yellowish flame instantly turned into an eerie deep purple—it was the magic she had accumulated for hundreds of years, being refined on the spot into fuel for the candle.
Chu Hang sat back down leisurely and considerately served Wanda a bowl of soup: "The brightness should be just right now. Drink more; the baby needs nutrition."
Across from them, Dennis let out a low, Beast-like growl, his eyeballs having completely turned a deathly blue-gray. The void was about to erupt.
Agnes slumped in her chair, her face as pale as paper. She finally realized that the always-smiling man before her, whom she had viewed as a 'perfect husband' she could manipulate at will, was no soft target at all, but a hunter holding a butcher's knife, elegantly waiting for dinner to end.
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"Oh dear," Wanda gave a soft cry as the napkin in her hand slipped to the floor. She leaned over with some difficulty, her belly in the way, to pick it up.
The moment her gaze left the tabletop, the air in the entire dining room seemed to be sucked dry instantly, and time and space froze.
Dennis stood up abruptly, but his body was no longer under his own control. His face began to melt and distort like plastic scorched by high heat, and grayish-black cracks spread rapidly from his neck. The last trace of human light in his eyes was completely swallowed. The anti-life equation fragment sensed a fatal threat and chose the most extreme suicidal counterattack—once this power detonated here, the entirety of Westview would be completely erased at the 'conceptual' level, leaving no trace behind.
"Anthony, did you hear that?" Wanda's muffled voice came from under the table as she searched. "The floor seems to be humming."
"It's just the sound of the wind, honey." Chu Hang sat motionless, his tone gentle enough to melt ice.
His right hand, however, reached out flatly under the cover of the tablecloth, his palm facing Dennis, who had already mutated into a mass of humanoid gray mist.
"Be quiet."
A miniature dark-golden alchemy array flashed in the void for a fleeting moment, like an invisible gilded cage. Before that void energy, capable of destroying galaxies, could spread, it was forcibly seized by an irresistible great power and dragged toward Chu Hang's palm along with Dennis's remaining consciousness.
Within his Inner Universe, the sea of stars revolved thunderously. Billions of law chains tightly bound that violent gray mist, dragging it into the endless deep space. There, this savage Void Power was instantly dismantled, crushed, and purified, stripped of every malicious brand belonging to the Anti-Monitor.
A moment later, a pale sphere emitting a cold, faint light slowly rose, hanging in the night sky of that newborn Universe.
The first 'Void Moon' of the Inner Universe was born.
"Okay, I found it." Wanda straightened up holding the napkin, looking confusedly at the empty seat opposite her. "Eh? Where's Dennis?"
Chu Hang was cutting the steak on his plate with a knife and fork, not looking up as he said: "He suddenly remembered he had an express delivery to make and ran off without even saying goodbye. That guy is always so scatterbrained; I'll have to complain to the post office later."
"Is that so? He left so quickly." Wanda turned to the other side. "Agnes, why is your face even paler than before?"
Agnes stared fixedly at the empty seat where Dennis had been, the silver fork in her hand having been unconsciously squeezed out of shape. She had witnessed it with her own eyes: that Void Parasite representing the concept of ultimate destruction hadn't even managed to cause a ripple before being casually... taken away by this man like he was disposing of trash.
Her voice trembled with extreme fear, her teeth chattering: "No... nothing. I just think Mr. Anthony's... magic is becoming more and more superb."
Chu Hang looked up, his calm gaze falling on her, a gaze that held an indifference deep enough to freeze the Soul. "It's not magic, Agnes," he corrected. "It's mutual concern between neighbors."
The unfathomable pressure made this Great Witch, who had lived for centuries, nearly kneel on the spot.
Chu Hang put down his knife and fork, a smile that made her blood run cold appearing at the corners of his mouth: "I was just discussing with Wanda—once the child is born, we'll need a careful and reliable nanny. I think you're very suitable. What do you think?"
This wasn't a discussion; it was an order.
Agnes nodded frantically as if grabbing a Life-saving straw, cold sweat soaking her elegant velvet gown. "I'm willing! I'm very willing! It would be my honor to serve you!"
Chu Hang turned back satisfied and smiled at Wanda: "See, I told you Agnes is a warm-hearted person."
Wanda laughed happily: "That's wonderful. Anthony, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight."
Chu Hang looked out the window. The Westview clock tower appeared exceptionally quiet and peaceful under the moonlight. Just now, he had conveniently wiped away the last trace of discordant, cold aura beneath the clock tower, bringing the rule nodes there completely under his control.
From now on, this dream would no longer have any loopholes.
He took Wanda's hand and replied softly: "Yes, it is beautiful tonight."
In the corner, those purple candles fueled by the Witch's magic burned quietly, reflecting this room full of false yet incredibly real happiness.
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As the dinner drew to a close, Agnes almost scrambled to clear all the plates into the kitchen. Her hands, which were once full of plots and schemes, were now washing dishes more efficiently than the most skilled housekeeper.
Chu Hang leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching this once-arrogant Witch tremble before the sink.
"Agnes, change the wallpaper in the nursery to a warm tone tomorrow."
With a "clatter," a porcelain plate slipped from her hand, fortunately falling into the sink. Agnes didn't dare look back, her voice carrying a sob: "Of course, Mr. Anthony, I will certainly get it done." She could clearly feel the source of magic in her body being tightly held by an invisible alchemy chain; the moment she had even a sliver of a thought to flee or resist, that chain would grind her Soulinto powder.
Wanda sat on the sofa, gently stroking her abdomen, her face wearing a satisfied weariness. She looked out at the empty street and asked with some concern: "Anthony, now that Dennis is gone, who will deliver the newspapers and mail tomorrow? Westview can't be without a mailman."
Chu Hang walked over and gently brushed back a stray lock of hair from her temple. "Don't worry, I'll find a more competent one." His gaze seemed to penetrate the red barrier of Westview, looking out into the chaotic void. "Every role in Westview is important. Since Dennis was incompetent, this 'job vacancy' will naturally attract a new replacement."
Dennis's disappearance left a vacuum at the level of rules. This vacuum was like a giant magnet, bound to drag some'suitable' unlucky Soul from some corner of the Multiverse.
Maybe a lost superhero, or an exiled villain from another Universe. Who knows?
Just then, the little fellow in Wanda's womb moved slightly again.
This time, it wasn't a simple fetal movement, but an extremely weak frequency oscillation that possessed the power to penetrate dimensional barriers. This signal was like an invisible ripple, instantly piercing the edge of the Marvel Universe and even catching the attention of certain ancient existences in a distant, another vast Universesystem.
In those unspeakable depths of dimensions, pairs of eyes older than galaxies slowly opened. They sensed this pure and powerful Rule Singularity, like a bright lamp suddenly lit in the endless darkness, attracting countless greedy and hungry gazes.
Chu Hang immediately captured these prying eyes from far away.
A cold sneer curled his lips, and he pressed his right hand lightly in the void. Inner Universe Law Power surged out instantly, reinforcing Westview's Reality barrier by several orders of magnitude, completely isolating it from those ill-intentioned prying sensations.
Want to snatch my child?
You don't have the teeth for it.
He leaned over and gently picked up the already drowsy Wanda, walking steadily toward the second-floor bedroom.
The lights of Westview went out one by one, and the entire town fell into a more peaceful dream than ever before. But atop that once again deathly silent clock tower, a mailman's hat that originally belonged to Dennis lay quietly in the shadows.
In the air, there lingered a trace of a scorched concept-like smell that didn't belong to this World, foreshadowing that this dream tending toward perfection would eventually welcome more uninvited guests.
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