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Chapter 138: It's Okay to Hit Me, But Don't Hit Me in the Face! Gwen's Change
🕑 Added 2025-03-18 12:49:10 +0000 UTC"Boss, are we really just going to watch them go after the God of Magic?"
In the silent darkness, the shorter of the two figures spoke crisply.
"Of course not. But now is not the time for us to take action. At this moment, it wouldn’t benefit us. If we intervene when they attack, it'll be too late. Maybe we can use this opportunity to gain some goodwill. This is the way of the wise—understand?"
Loki’s voice carried an air of amusement and strategy.
"And remember—the King of Gods!" he emphasized.
Wanda nodded, half-understanding, as she watched the group of people striding forward, her eyes filled with doubt.
Were they really that brave?
What was pushing them to challenge the most powerful being on Earth?
Were they not afraid of death?
Or did they actually believe they could defeat a god?
Was that even possible?
Wanda couldn’t wrap her head around it.
In her limited worldview, Aaron was the strongest existence.
Gods, heroes, aliens, monsters—it didn’t matter. In her eyes, they all paled in comparison.
No one could defeat him.
Even the one who granted her powers had been effortlessly read and countered by Aaron.
These people had the chance to live in peace—so why were they choosing to die?
Unable to suppress her curiosity, Wanda voiced her doubts.
"That's the power of money," Loki replied teasingly. "For the right price, people will even attempt to kill a god. But unfortunately for them, they lack the means to back it up."
Loki gazed at the aliens surrounding their target, his eyes filled with disdain.
A bunch of weak, insignificant mortals attempting something so outrageous—chasing after money, yet not considering the consequences.
How could ants ever hope to challenge a god?
What a bunch of ignorant fools.
Loki sneered, then pulled out a cloak and handed it to Wanda.
"Put this on."
"Hmm?"
"This is an invisibility cloak, crafted in Asgard—one of the proud creations of the God of Magic. I swiped it from Odin’s treasury."
"I won't have time to look after you when I make my move, so for now, make sure that mutt doesn’t notice you."
Loki’s words carried an unmistakable warning.
Indeed, the cloak had come from Odin’s vault.
Sif had once presented it to Odin, who had promptly confiscated it and prohibited further production of such cloaks.
After securing it in his treasure vault, alongside countless other artifacts, he had deemed it too dangerous to be widely circulated.
Later, when Loki briefly ruled Asgard, he had found the cloak during a routine visit to the treasury.
He had taken it, intending to use it to settle an old grudge against Thor.
But up until now, he hadn't found the right opportunity to put it to use.
Now, however, was the perfect time.
Not only would it help avoid Heimdall’s ever-watchful gaze, but after Aaron’s recent display of power, Loki had been driven to further hone his magical abilities. He had spent time refining his invisibility spells and mastering illusionary duplication.
By understanding the limits of the All-Seeing Eye, he could just barely avoid Heimdall’s perception.
But Wanda couldn’t.
The invisibility cloak would ensure that she remained hidden from Heimdall’s attention.
This way, the next steps in their plan could proceed smoothly.
Upon learning of the cloak’s capabilities, Wanda excitedly examined it before quickly draping it over herself and activating its stealth properties.
Loki studied her carefully.
Even with his enhanced magical perception, he couldn't see through it.
Good grief—just how advanced were Aaron’s magical abilities?
This was a magical artifact Aaron had crafted when he was still learning magic for the first time!
While Loki was still analyzing the cloak’s weaknesses, the group of alien mercenaries led by Electroshock Kill had already surrounded their target’s residence.
When they successfully entered the magical perimeter without triggering any alarms, they breathed a collective sigh of relief.
The first step was a success—time for the second.
During their daytime reconnaissance, they had noticed that the magical defenses weren’t active like before.
Perhaps, after the last battle, they had been completely shut down, or maybe no one was left to operate them.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have even passed the first hurdle—let alone get close enough to grab the gems.
"Hurry up—get your weapons ready!"
Unable to contain his excitement, Electroshock Kill grabbed the energy star rifle from his back.
The others followed suit, some even pulling out energy cannons.
One by one, they aimed at the target location.
The closer they got, the wider their grins became.
Eight billion—here we come!
BOOM!!!
At that moment, a red figure stepped out from the target’s location.
With a simple wave of her hand, several energy blasts surged outward, obliterating the intruders in all directions!
A white figure followed, leaping down from the window.
Behind her, a woman clad in ornate battle armor shouted,
"Gwen! Remember what I taught you! Imagine them as evil villains—show no mercy!"
Gwen responded with an OK gesture without even glancing back.
Her gaze locked onto the fallen mercenaries.
With their holographic disguises disabled, their real, twisted faces were now exposed—sneers of wickedness plastered across them.
It made it easier for Gwen to see them as the villains they truly were.
Murderers.
Monsters.
She thought of her father, George.
For the safety of the people—such criminals must be eradicated!
Without hesitation, she charged forward, completely disregarding the enemy’s energy gunfire.
With a combination of webbing and magic, she tore through them mercilessly.
Gone was the indecisiveness she had once struggled with.
She had become a battlefield reaper.
Jean and the others deliberately left the battle to Gwen.
Amora and Sif merely stood back, watching with amusement, ensuring no one else interfered.
They were training her—preparing her for this new life.
Meanwhile, the mercenaries were in sheer panic.
What the hell was going on?
Who were these women?
Why were they so ridiculously strong?
Blocking an energy gun was one thing—but ignoring its impact entirely?!
Was this really Earth?!
At that moment, Jean, who had been effortlessly obliterating the mercenaries, suddenly looked toward the distant darkness.
Over there…
Both Loki and Wanda felt it—a terrifying, oppressive force locking onto them.
It felt as if a monstrous beast had set its sights on them.
Loki cursed internally.
Another monster?!
Wanda, too, was shaken by the sheer ferocity of Jean’s gaze.
She wasn’t yet the Scarlet Witch, and against Jean in her perfected Dark Phoenix form, she felt utterly powerless.
The difference in experience and strength was insurmountable.
Jean casually swatted away a few mercenaries attempting to approach her.
Then, she flew directly toward the two hidden figures.
Seeing this, Loki—ever the survivalist—immediately raised his hands in surrender.
Before Jean could strike, he quickly blurted out,
"Wait! We’re friends of Aaron! Not your enemies!"
Hell Dimension
Mephisto hurried back to his lair and was relieved to find everything just as he had left it. At least nothing had gone wrong here.
Without wasting time, he summoned a few of his subordinates and sent them out to gather information about the Sixth Dimension. Meanwhile, he remained in his lair, wary that the mysterious individual might come looking for him.
As he sat in thought, he went through a mental list of potential culprits—someone had ruined his plans, and he needed to figure out who.
Dormammu, his unfriendly neighbor? No, word had it that Dormammu was preoccupied with recruiting followers in the real universe. He wasn’t currently focused on annexing other dimensions.
The Old Gods behind Velasco? Unlikely. They seemed to be meddling in some parallel universe.
The Eight Dimensional Lords, who constantly fought among themselves? Last he heard, they were still competing for the title of the strongest Dimensional Lord.
Could it be the Big Eyeball? No, that one’s interference would have polluted the dimension outright, leaving Di Boer no chance to resist.
One by one, Mephisto ruled out potential suspects, yet he still couldn't figure out who was behind it.
Then it happened.
A mysterious fluctuation in energy.
“It’s here!”
For the first time, he connected the dots.
Without hesitation, he rushed toward the source of the disturbance.
And when he saw the intruder’s face, his stomach twisted into a knot.
Because standing before him was the one human he would never forget—the only one who had ever made him suffer.
“Oh, it’s you.”
Mephisto spat out each word with venomous rage.
And in that instant, everything clicked.
The mysterious meddler was none other than him!
Kamar-Taj was always monitoring dimensional affairs.
It was clear now—the opponent must have noticed the battle at the border of hell and then rushed to cause chaos in both the Purple Dimension and the Sixth Dimension.
It suddenly made sense why, when he had been secretly observing the three-way battle, he had felt another dark aura lurking nearby.
Back then, when he had turned around to check, the aura had vanished so quickly that he dismissed it as an illusion.
But now, it was obvious—it hadn’t been an illusion at all.
That bastard had already made his move!
Had he not rushed back to the Hell Dimension as soon as Di Boer left, he would have been screwed again!
“Run fast, Mephisto. I thought you’d be late.”
Aaron’s voice was casual, mocking.
Mephisto’s rage boiled over. He could already tell this was his doing.
At the same time, Aaron was slightly surprised by Mephisto’s quick reaction. He hadn’t even stopped to check on Aggamon or Tiboro—he had come straight here. That wasn’t like him.
“Hmph! If you think you can outmaneuver me, let’s see if you have the strength to back it up!”
Mephisto’s voice dripped with malice.
“Since you’re here, stay. I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.”
He wasn’t lying—he had been looking forward to this.
By which he meant tearing Aaron apart.
“I’d love to stay, but it seems impossible,” Aaron said with a smirk, unfazed by Mephisto’s aggression.
But Mephisto had already made his move.
Channeling his authority over the Hell Dimension, he sealed off the surrounding space, trapping Aaron completely.
He laughed maniacally.
“Nothing is impossible! Do you think the Ancient One is here to save you this time?”
“Or do you think I’m like Tiboro and Aggamon—just some worthless pawn to be toyed with?”
Mephisto had already guessed something had happened to them. The odds were high that Aaron had been the one to take them out.
But he had no idea just how catastrophic the damage had been.
One of them had been dug three feet into the ground, their magical artifacts stripped away.
The other’s entire dimension had collapsed—every living thing inside utterly annihilated.
The two Dimensional Lords had barely escaped with their lives.
But Mephisto, lacking that information, still didn’t see Aaron as an equal opponent.
“Aggamon was definitely trash,” Aaron admitted with a smirk. “But Tiboro… he was at least tenacious.”
“Enough talk—focus on yourself!”
Mephisto launched into the air with a wicked grin.
Last time, he had been caught off guard by the Ancient One’s interference. But now, Aaron was alone.
With the space completely sealed, even he himself couldn’t teleport out.
There was no escape for Aaron.
Mephisto was going to shut the door and beat the dog!
But Aaron was ready too.
Since it was confirmed that Mephisto was behind the recent chaos, there was no way Aaron would let him off lightly.
Liana was his. The border of Hell was his domain.
And not just anyone could trample over it.
Aggamon and Tiboro had paid the price for their arrogance.
Mephisto would be no different.
Aaron flexed his wrists, cracking his knuckles.
His gaze locked onto Mephisto like a predator eyeing its prey.
If you don’t behave, you get beaten.
Seeing Aaron prepare for a fight, Mephisto burst out laughing.
A magician trying to brawl with a demon?
Who gave you the confidence?!
Was this what the Ancient One had been teaching?
Mephisto was going to teach him a lesson—one called:
"Never fight hand-to-hand with demons!"
BOOM!!
Three seconds later.
Mephisto lay in a crater, staring blankly at the sky.
His mind reeled from Aaron’s monstrous punch.
One punch.
Just one punch—and every one of his delusions had shattered.
Are you sure you’re not a barbarian?!
Mephisto tried to move.
But his arms and legs were shattered.
Aaron’s movements were too fast—faster than his body’s ability to regenerate.
By the time Mephisto had even processed what had happened, Aaron was already standing over him.
His massive silhouette filled Mephisto’s vision.
Mephisto’s pupils shrank.
“…We can talk about this, right? No need to hit the face…”
BOOM!!
"It was your face that got hit! You should know better—it'll scare the children!"
Mephisto wanted to argue.
According to Hell’s beauty standards, his face was top-tier handsome.
And anyway, were there even any children in hell?
But he had no chance to respond.
Aaron’s fists rained down mercilessly.
By the time he stopped, Mephisto’s entire body had been buried into the ground.
“Trying to fight me hand-to-hand? Bold choice…”
Aaron exhaled, feeling much better.
After all the running around, all the battles, from the real universe to the outer planes, he had collected his rewards, ruined two Mephistas, and finally gotten his hands on the mastermind.
Now that Mephisto had been beaten into pulp, Aaron finally felt satisfied.
But Mephisto was furious.
He never expected Aaron’s physical strength to be so absurd.
He wasn’t a demon specialized in hand-to-hand combat, but he had never feared anyone in a fistfight.
Yet, Aaron had beaten him into the dirt.
And worst of all—he hit him in the face.
Mephisto’s rage boiled over.
He began to channel dimensional energy, his broken body slowly reforming.
At the same time, he launched an attack with his consciousness, preventing Aaron from interfering with his recovery.
His voice echoed from all directions.
“Aaron, don’t get cocky!”
“This is my domain—you will know what hell truly is!”
With those words, the entire world erupted in a storm of darkness.
