Esdeath was surprisingly good to her subordinates.
Not only did she sympathize with their situations, she was even willing to pay bonuses out of her own pocket and help them find partners.
The problem was, among these subordinates who followed her with unwavering loyalty, almost none were normal people.
Take Nyau, for example, who was also a femboy.
This kid's hobby was actually peeling off the faces of beautiful women to collect them?
Like some kind of Texas Chainsaw Massacre...
It could only be said that just as a man fears choosing the wrong profession and a woman fears marrying the wrong man, in these Worlds where people live on the edge, most people fear following the wrong boss even more. On this point, Su Modie always felt she did an excellent job as a "boss."
She was very protective of her villainesses and would even personally step in to give them special "rewards."
Looking around, how many leaders could do as much as she did?
Thinking of this, Su Modie couldn't help but feel a bit of pride.
However, at the thought of the bad things Makima had done in the past, she couldn't help but get angry.
When this bad woman returns to New York with her mission, she must be properly "punished"!
In a guest room far away in the Sokovia fortress, Makima was currently lying leisurely in bed.
Hearing the grumbling in her consciousness, she just stared quietly at the old stone ceiling and smiled softly. She didn't seem to care at all that Su Modie was badmouthing her behind her back; instead, a hint of anticipation for her Master's punishment flickered in her eyes.
Anticipating...
Meanwhile, on the other side, Esdeath on the hill had already withdrawn her gaze from the [Shop] interface.
When she raised her eyes again, three shadows of varying heights had silently appeared on the snow behind her.
Yes, Su Modie had ultimately bought the limited-time summoning bundle for the Three Beasts.
Putting aside the cost-effectiveness, Esdeath was a newcomer to this unfamiliar Universe and would inevitably feel somewhat out of place.
Calling over the old faces she was familiar with would make her feel more comfortable handling matters here.
Su Modie was indeed generous toward her villainesses.
Especially toward those members with whom she shared a "bestie" relationship, she was even more doting.
Feeling this care, a slight blush appeared on Esdeath's pale face, and a hint of satisfaction and happiness flashed in her eyes.
Feeling blissful
However, she wasn't idle either.
As she activated the power within her body, the wind and snow in the sky became increasingly violent at a visible rate.
Outside the fortress, several HYDRA soldiers patrolling the ground shivered and involuntarily tightened their collars.
Harsh static crackled from the walkie-talkies from time to time, but no one cared.
Everyone knew what the weather was like in a godforsaken place like Eastern Europe.
It was perfectly normal to encounter signal interference caused by blizzards for a few days every year, so no one paid much attention.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, two days had passed.
Not only did the heavy snow outside show no signs of stopping, but it also fell harder and harder.
In the laboratory at the bottom of the fortress, Dr. List's research on the Mind Stone Scepter continued day and night.
These scientists keenly noticed a characteristic of this weapon—
It could amplify the emotions in human hearts, just like when Reze, Makima, and the others watched the members of the Avengers pulling each other's hair and throwing tantrums under the Scepter's influence on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier.
Thinking of this, Su Modie wanted to laugh.
The dignified Captain America and Tony were like rowdy youths; they wanted to start a fight after just a few words.
If Makima hadn't "sacrificed herself for the cause," they probably would have kept arguing.
To verify this discovery, the HYDRA scholars brought a group of civilians directly from the streets of Sokovia.
They began a cruel, HYDRA-style human experiment.
Codenamed... Project Miracle.
Through the one-way explosion-proof glass, Makima's expression was calm as she quietly watched the scene inside the laboratory.
Inside the lab, the Scepter that once belonged to Loki was placed on a central pedestal.
In just two short days, Dr. List and his team had dismantled most of it.
The intricate metal protective shell of the Scepter was stripped away, revealing the gem inside that faintly glowed with an eerie yellow light.
Without the suppression of the shell, the gem was completely exposed to the air, like a beating heart, emitting unsettling energy fluctuations.
A Sokovian youth who looked to be in his early twenties stood not far from the pedestal.
His fists were clenched, and his body trembled slightly from tension and fear of the unknown.
Dr. List walked up to him, reached out to pat the youth's shoulder, and spoke with a seductive weight and expectation: "Child, think of our homes that have turned into ruins."
"What you are about to face may be painful, but it is all for our country. Sokovia needs a miracle, and it needs your power. We need the power to demand justice from those high-and-mighty hypocrites."
Hearing the words "for our country," the youth took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.
A look of determination flared in his eyes, which were originally full of trepidation.
Dr. List smiled with satisfaction, turned to retreat to the safe isolation zone, and then pressed a button on the console.
Right in front of the youth, a specially set-up television screen lit up.
It began to continuously broadcast clips of headlines from major news channels in the United States—
Tony Stark, wearing a high-end suit, was chatting and laughing amidst a crowd of flashing lights.
Iron Man's red and gold armor streaked across the New York sky, resolving the crisis of an alien invasion.
Countless people held up banners, hailing him as a superhero who saved the World, as he enjoyed tsunami-like cheers and praise.
Yes, all of it was news about Tony.
Every word of praise from the TV sounded like the most ear-piercing mockery to him. The flames of hatred were easily ignited, and the nearly exposed Mind Stone in front of him was like a bucket of gasoline poured over them.
Visibly, the youth's breathing began to grow heavy.
He took half a step forward, staring at the glamorous "philanthropist" on the screen. His normal skin tone quickly flushed with an abnormal red, his eyes became bloodshot, and a low growl like a Beast's escaped his throat.
On the screen, Tony was laughing arrogantly and confidently at a press conference, while the youth in the lab had been stripped of his reason by that infinitely expanding resentment.
That emotion, forcibly spawned and amplified by the Mind Stone, was like a flood breaking through a dam.
It far exceeded the upper limit that a mortal body could contain.
As the monitoring equipment emitted a piercing red alarm, the veins all over the youth's body bulged eerily, as if countless small snakes were scurrying under his skin.
He suddenly clutched his head in pain.
This mortal flesh and bone ultimately could not carry such a massive infusion of energy.
The whole person was like a low-quality balloon stretched to its breaking point by intense pressure.
Bang—
A muffled thud.
No miracle occurred; the youth's body exploded on the spot.
Crimson blood mixed with shredded flesh splashed across the entire explosion-proof glass, then slowly slid down the surface.
Making Iron Man's figure on the television look exceptionally distorted.
Having witnessed the entire bloody process, Makima stood still with her hands folded, her expression unchanged, not even an eyelash flickering.
Clearly, the experiment had failed.
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