Marvel: The Psychologist Who Stole Wanda and Gwen's Hearts!

Back in a familiar place.

Lorien sat in his executive chair, tapped his legs on the desk, then leaned back with his hands behind his head.

"Phew..."

Yeah, that’s the feeling.

Just two days of rest, and he’d almost forgotten what he was supposed to be doing. He glanced at the sign on the door.

Oh right—psychologist.

Better get back to work.

After all, this was his main job. Saving the world was just the side gig.

That said, it had been a long time since Lorien last checked his check-in rewards. He hadn’t even looked at what he’d earned for those two extra days off from the Nine-to-Five Work System.

He glanced at little Hela, who was busy playing PS5 next to him, then leaned back comfortably and focused his thoughts.

"Check-in.

Also, check previous rewards."

[Obtained: Brave New World – Complete Comic Set x1]

[Obtained: Secret Teaching – Complete Comic Set x1]

[Critical Hit: Phoenix Force Fragments x100]

[Obtained: Black Necrosword x2]

[Obtained: Cybertron Planet Template x1]

"Interesting."

The rewards instantly caught his attention.

The first two... eh, he’d just give them away later. The last three were where things got exciting.

First up, the Phoenix Force fragments. A hundred of them from a single critical hit!

So that’s the effect of the [Spider Knight] and [Witch Knight] titles. Before he’d gotten those, he’d never landed a single critical on check-in. Now, it was happening.

Thinking about it, Lorien glanced at the little girl next to him mashing away at her controller.

"Does she have a title?" he wondered.

If she did... what would it be? Death Knight? No, that was just a skin name. Goddess Knight? ...Not bad.

He shook the thought away and focused. Time to deal with these Phoenix Force fragments.

First step—purify them completely, erasing the lingering will of the Phoenix inside. That way, he wouldn’t be affected and could use the Phoenix Force freely.

"Purification."

[Ding~ Purification complete]

Once purified, he immediately chose to absorb all 100 fragments.

"Absorb."

In an instant, the fragments surged into his body.

In the real world, nothing about him seemed to change—except for the fleeting reflection of a phoenix in his eyes.

In his spiritual world, however, the moment the Phoenix Force entered him, countless mirror worlds unfolded before his eyes.

They were all interconnected, yet each was unique. He sped through them, glimpsing world after world—so many he couldn’t possibly see or count them all.

After a while, he closed his eyes. Then snapped them open again.

"Clang!"

The Phoenix Force erupted in his mind! The countless mirror worlds around him shattered and collapsed, and in the blink of an eye, his consciousness was back in reality.

In the office, he opened his eyes, the phoenix reflection vanishing as if nothing had happened.

But Lorien knew better. What he’d just seen was a dreamlike miniature of the Multiverse.

It wasn’t real, yet he could control it. He could already feel it—if he wished, he could turn any mirror into another, smash them apart, or create entirely new ones.

Anything was possible.

And that meant one thing...

Lorien had officially stepped into the Universal-level.

"Is this Multiversal-level power?"

Lorien felt it out.

So this was the strength of a Multiversal-level being. Much of it came down to the rules themselves—just like earlier, when anything he willed could become reality.

Once you reached this level, your full power could affect far too many things. That was why most people restrained themselves, using such abilities only when absolutely necessary.

"Not bad."

He nodded in satisfaction. After reaching the Multiversal-level, his Phoenix Force was even stronger than most at this tier—thanks to the unique nature of the Phoenix Force itself.

Thinking about it put him in such a good mood that he suddenly felt like having a milk tea.

"Hela, grab that milk tea for me."

"I’m playing a game, get it your—"

"Hm?"

She didn’t even get to finish. Just the sound of Lorien’s nasal hum sent an inexplicable shiver through her soul.

"Here~!"

Without even pausing her game, Hela set a cup of iced milk tea in front of him.

"Not bad. Go back to your game."

"Okay, I’m off~"

Watching her twirl her skirt as she left, Lorien was satisfied. How could this be considered child labor? He’d simply "asked" for a favor—and she’d done it.

...

Next, he turned to the second-to-last reward.

"Black Necrosword."

Still lounging in the same pose—legs propped on the desk, leaning back in his chair—he held the freshly drawn Black Necrosword in one hand and his milk tea in the other.

The blade was diamond-shaped, its entire form black as ink. Even at a glance, Lorien could feel the power flowing through it.

It could amplify its wielder’s strength—though for him, maybe only by a thousandth... or a ten-thousandth? He wasn’t sure.

The weapon was said to be capable of killing gods, and it carried a corrupting influence on its wielder’s mind. It reminded him a bit of the darkin weapons from League of Legends’ Runeterra.

The moment he gripped it, a frenzied voice rang by his ear.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

Normally, that voice would manifest inside the wielder’s mind, instantly seizing their thoughts. But Lorien’s power was too great—so it could only echo outside his ears.

Even so, it was irritating.

"Purification."

With a quiet word, the Black Necrosword’s negative effects vanished.

Sip~

He took a drink from his milk tea, eyes lingering on the weapon’s sleek beauty.

It was gorgeous—almost perfect in appearance.

At that moment, Hela, who had been playing behind him, suddenly froze. A wave of deathly dread swept over her, a feeling both terrifying and strangely familiar to the Goddess of Death.

She turned her head slowly... and saw Lorien turning the sword in his hand.

"!!!"

Her eyes lit up instantly. She could feel how powerful it was—and how perfectly it resonated with her, as if it had been made for her alone.

Swish~

In the blink of an eye, she was at Lorien’s side, clutching at his pants with both hands, looking up eagerly.

"What kind of sword is this, Lorien?"

He smiled.

"The Black Necrosword."

"Wow~~~" She didn’t care if she had ever heard of it before. Her eyes sparkled with pure admiration.

"What is the Black Necrosword?"

Lorien ran a hand along the blade’s edge, his own interest piqued as he began to explain.

"Black Necrosword, full name: All-Black the Necrosword."

"Its true origin is the first symbiote ever created by Knull, the God of the Symbiotes. It has the ability to slay gods, devour them to grow stronger, and even split itself into multiple copies."

"But that’s the All-Black Necrosword. What I’m holding now is just an ordinary Black Necrosword."

"This one is the weapon of Gorr the God Butcher, used to slaughter the gods."

"The funny part? Gorr’s power was granted and controlled entirely by the Black Necrosword. Without it, he’s nothing."

There are two types of Black Necroswords.

The first is the All-Black Necrosword—the progenitor of all symbiotes and the most powerful of its kind. It doesn’t just kill gods; it can even kill Celestials. Knull once wielded this blade to hunt them down. Only the All-Black Necrosword has the power to slay beings at the Universal-level.

The second type is simply called the Black Necrosword. These are weapons passed down through generations, not the original. An ordinary Black Necrosword can grant its wielder the power to kill gods, but it also corrupts the mind—much like the Darkin weapons from League of Legends. In severe cases, it can take full control of its wielder.

That’s the difference between the two.

"I see."

Hela nodded after listening, showing she understood. But her gaze lingered on the Black Necrosword with barely concealed longing. She reached out and gave Lorien’s leg a small shake.

When he looked over, her eyes became even more pitiful—just like a puppy begging for scraps.

The sight made Lorien chuckle.

But he still shook his head. "I can’t give you this sword right now. Human ambition is limitless, and gods even more so. If I gave it to you and you turned against me, what then? You’re not my confidant."

"If you want this sword, either trade me something of equal value... or earn my complete trust."

Hearing that, Hela knew immediately it was basically impossible. When Lorien spoke reason, he spoke it without the slightest sentiment attached.

Still, she thought it over. If he wasn’t giving it to her now, that meant there was still a chance he might in the future. She might not be able to offer something of equal value—but trust?

Well, she had nowhere else to go anyway. She might as well stay by his side and see what happened.

When Lorien saw Hela actually taking the reasonable approach, he was a little surprised.

He still remembered their first meeting—back then, even if he beat her half to death, she’d still say, "I want you."

Now, she’d changed. She was even obedient.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

Lorien patted Hela’s head in satisfaction.

"Go back to your game, good girl."

"Mm."

Hela obediently returned to her game without a word. No fuss, no noise—just that wide-eyed cuteness... and she even looked extra well-behaved.

That, oddly enough, left Lorien with a twinge of guilt.

Tsk, tsk.

Soft blades cut the deepest.

Still, reason was reason, and that was something Lorien never compromised on.

...

Now, time to check the final reward.

"Cybertron Planet Template."

This one sounded interesting. If it was what he thought, then it would be the largest check-in reward he had ever received.

He pulled up the details.

[Cybertron Planet Template: After selecting a planet with a diameter of no more than 10,000 kilometers, the planet’s core will automatically generate all types of Cybertron’s resources!]

[Note: This resource production occurs only once!]

Oh...

So he picked a planet, applied the template, and its core would then produce resources identical to those found on Cybertron.

Strictly speaking, it was a resource card. The moment he used it, he’d gain trillions upon trillions of tons of various materials.

The catch was, those resources would be part of a planet. Whether they could be mined or used would depend entirely on him.

"I see."

The moment Lorien read the description, he already had a new plan—one that linked perfectly with a previous reward.

Think about it.

If most people got this, they’d either never use it or waste it entirely.

But Lorien? He had the Allspark—and a thousand Planetary Engines. Sure, two of them were out of energy, but that wasn’t a permanent problem. As long as there was a functioning power system, it could work.

Which meant...

He could build his very own Cybertron.

"Hiss..."

The thought alone made him inhale sharply.

His own Cybertron! That would make him the Creator!

Too damn cool.

With that decided, he was ready to start building. But then he glanced at the clock.

It was noon...

If he wanted to work on it, he’d have to wait until after clocking out in the afternoon. After all, it didn’t matter whether the Creator worked in the morning, afternoon, or night—but if he didn’t check in today, he’d lose the chance entirely.

Better to finish work first, then make a planet.

Sip~

He took another drink of milk tea.

Knock, knock~~

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

The door opened, and in walked Black Widow, wearing a hoodie and blue jeans.

"Uh..."

Lorien paused at the sight of the outfit.

Natasha pulled back her hood, sat down across from him, and smiled.

"Don’t recognize me?"

"That’s not it." Lorien shook his head, motioned for Hela to bring her a bottle of milk tea, then said, "On the first day I met Wanda, she was wearing this exact outfit. Same style, everything."

"What a coincidence?" Natasha raised her brows, then grinned, unzipped her hoodie halfway, and zipped it back up with a playful look.

"How about now?"

...Hiss.

Lorien’s expression stayed neutral, but inside, he took a sharp breath.

Underneath, Natasha was wearing a full-body sheer black bodysuit.

Yes—head to toe. The kind that covered everything up to the neck, fitting like a second skin. It looked almost like a battle suit... but far hotter.

How to put it...

Yeah, definitely wow.

After zipping her hoodie back up, Natasha smirked.

"Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some pervert. This suit just lets me slip into my combat gear quickly, and taking it off doesn’t slow me down. It’s much more practical during missions."

Lorien nodded in understanding.

He got it. In the proper sense, it made perfect tactical sense. In the improper sense... well, cough, cough.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat twice, then looked back at her.

"You show up dressed like this—meaning the jacket and jeans—so something must have happened with the Avengers and internationally. And now you’re here because you need counseling?"

Natasha went quiet for a moment. She had that way of being completely serious one second and not at all the next.

Finally, she nodded.

"Because of the incident at Leipzig-Halle Airport, the Avengers have been folded into the United Nations system. Tony gave up basic control of the Avengers, keeping only the core authority."

"Cap and his team have disappeared—most likely in hiding. But I think he’s conducting his own investigation, trying to overturn the UN accords and give superheroes their freedom back.

"The rest of us can only stay at the base, taking missions from the UN. We’re not allowed to act as superheroes outside without approval."

"That’s why I came dressed like this."

"And yes, I mean the hoodie and jeans."