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

At first, Gwen thought "sphere" meant something like the MSG Sphere in London.

Or maybe the dome of the Academy Museum of Motion Pictures in Los Angeles.

But she never expected it to mean the biggest sphere of all — the planet Earth.

The first two were just buildings shaped like balls.

This one... was a planet floating in space.

"Pop~"

Before Gwen could even speak, Lorien snapped his fingers, and the two vanished instantly.

The next moment, they stood on a scorched yellow surface. Lorien glanced at Gwen to check her condition. If she felt any discomfort, he would take her back immediately and rewind her body’s time by a few minutes.

Fortunately, Gwen was fine. Her Symbiote battle suit fully covered her body.

At first, she held her breath. Then she realized she didn’t need to breathe—though her heart still beat steadily.

She looked around at the barren land. The ground was lifeless and desolate.

But Gwen was thrilled.

She bounced and spun around in excitement. With just a light push from her toes, she shot into the air.

Mars’ gravity is only 0.3794 times that of Earth’s—even a three-year-old could break a world record in the high jump here.

Gwen’s light leap sent her soaring several meters. She landed, ran forward... and overshot her mark. Shuffling back, she returned to Lorien’s side and grabbed his hand to steady herself.

Through her mask, she looked at him while pointing excitedly at the scenery with her other hand.

Seeing how ecstatic she was, Lorien used a special ability—granting her the power of telepathic speech.

"Gwen, now we can talk mind-to-mind."

"Lorien! We can actually talk like this?"

"Yes. Go ahead."

"Wow~!"

Gwen jumped up in joy, looping her arms around his neck. Then she started spinning around him.

"This is amazing—we’re actually on Mars!"

"It’s so light here, I can jump so far!"

"Could we grow crops here? Plant a tree? Build a whole garden?"

"Oh—wait, why are we here?"

She chattered on and on, but finally circled back to the main question.

Lorien’s answer was simple.

"We’re here to be creators."

"Creators!?" Her eyes widened.

"That’s right," Lorien smiled. "I’m going to scatter lifeforms similar to Jetfire across this land and let them grow freely."

"Wow~~~!" Gwen was so hyped she could hardly contain herself.

"That’s insanely cool~~~!!"

Lorien grinned and patted her on the hip.

"Watch."

In his mind, he issued a command:

"Use Cybertron Planet Template—Target: Mars."

[Ding! Use successful!]

The ground beneath their feet gave a faint tremor. From the soil, veins of metal began to emerge!

Some formed small mounds. Others grew into towering mountain-like structures. All of it happened in complete silence.

"Wow~~~!" Gwen clung to him, her voice filled with awe. "That’s amazing! So cool!"

But this was only the beginning—step one of the plan.

Step two...

"Planetary Engines."

With a sweeping motion of his hand, 1,000 Planetary Engines appeared, evenly spaced across Mars’ surface.

When they looked out, they saw colossal upward-facing nozzles, each 10,000 meters tall, rising like the pillars of Mount Tai.

"Whoa~!" Gwen’s jaw nearly hit the ground.

"What are those?"

"Planetary engines," Lorien explained. "Special nuclear fusion engines—used to transform Transformers."

Gwen’s imagination went wild.

"How big of a Transformer could something that huge turn into...?"

Still, she couldn’t fully picture its power.

But there was more.

Step three—

"Activate the Allspark."

If there were only one engine, activation would be simple—just press a button. But with 1,000 engines... he would need more.

The Phoenix Force surged within him. A Multiverse Gate opened before him. Lorien pressed the Allspark into it.

In that instant, his hand appeared on every single Planetary Engine at once, pressing down.

As they activated, he withdrew his arm and closed the gate. It was a simple trick—just mirroring his own hand.

But the real key lay in what happened next.

Earlier, Lorien had removed 18 heavy fusion cores to keep as food for Godzilla. Along with two taken before, that made 20 engines without power. They could still transform—but without energy, they would just flash red until their "brothers" powered them up.

Then, under Lorien and Gwen’s gaze, the 1,000 Planetary Engines began to change.

Even the smallest movement sent tremors rippling through Mars’ surface like a massive quake.

Boom!!!

Under the rumbling tremors, the 1,000 planetary engines—each towering 11,000 meters high—began to transform. And they did it all at once.

The ground quaked.

The mountains shook.

The entire surface of Mars seemed to sway.

Gwen could barely keep her balance. In just a moment, they would see the full form of every Transformer.

Lorien grabbed her hand and took off, flying straight up to an altitude of 13,000 meters to wait for the transformation to finish.

Sure enough, these planetary engines were unimaginably massive. Lorien and Gwen hovered in the sky for quite a while before the transformation finally completed.

Unlike ordinary Transformers, their legs were caterpillar tracks, their arms were countless mechanical appendages, and their heads bore only a single enormous eye.

When they finished transforming—

Boom!!!

All of the mountain-sized Transformers bowed their heads in unison, and Mars trembled again.

Though sound couldn’t travel here, Lorien could feel their collective call.

He lifted one hand, gathering their voices into an energy screen. The first words from the thousand planetary engines were just three characters:

[Creator!]

"How is it, Gwen?"

Lorien turned to look at her, but Gwen was speechless.

A thousand giants the size of Mount Tai were kneeling before him. Some were so far away only their heads could be seen; others were on the far side of Mars, invisible altogether.

Yet the sheer, crushing presence of them all made Gwen cling tightly to Lorien’s side.

She didn’t even know how to respond.

Mars.

Metal veins.

Gigantic Transformers.

Put together, the scale of it all left her unable to comprehend proportions—like not knowing whether ants or humans were bigger, because compared to these three things, both were utterly insignificant.

"I... I’m so shocked," Gwen murmured, holding onto Lorien. "When they all moved at once, my mind went completely blank. I couldn’t think of anything. I just stared at them until you reminded me."

By her own account, she’d been stunned into a trance—overwhelmed by a sight she had never seen or even imagined. Her brain simply couldn’t process it in that instant.

The CPU didn’t crash; it just forgot how to work.

But that wasn’t a problem.

"Watch me give them their mission," Lorien said.

Gwen’s curiosity spiked. "What mission?"

"You’ll see."

Lorien turned back to the thousand super Transformers. With mechanical arms beyond counting, they were capable of creating countless things.

Following the plan in his mind, Lorien began to issue his orders.

1: You may develop freely, but you must not slaughter life in the universe.

2: You are forbidden from turning an ecological planet into a fully mechanical one, but both can coexist at a fifty–fifty ratio. The same applies to Cybertron.

3: You 1,000 initial Transformers shall be the Elder Transformers. All decisions concerning Cybertron will be made by your votes, and in the case of a tie, I will make the final decision.

4: I will divide the power of the Allspark, granting you the ability to create new mechanical life. However, creation is not limitless—each of you may only create in the 1+1+1 format.

5: The final right of interpretation rests with the Creator.

When Lorien finished speaking, four words appeared on the energy panel before him:

[Yes, Creator.]

"Good." Lorien nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand, and gave his final command.

"Proceed."

Boom—!

The moment Lorien issued the order, all the Transformers began working according to their own plans. Lorien did not interfere at all; everything was decided by their internal votes.

After all, he was the Creator. Every Transformer was absolutely loyal to him on a soul-deep level. And with just a single thought, he could decide their life or death.

If he chose to erase their souls, they would instantly become nothing more than valuable but lifeless metal.

That was the power of the Creator.

...

From the side, Gwen asked curiously, "What does 1+1+1 mean?"

"It means that each Transformer can only ever create one other Transformer," Lorien explained simply. "Once it has created one, it can’t create another. Only after that one matures can another be made, and so on."

In simpler terms, each could only "give birth" once. Every Transformer was effectively an only child.

Gwen thought for a moment. "Then... won’t their numbers just keep decreasing?"

"Decreasing?" Lorien was momentarily taken aback. Then, realizing what she meant, he tapped her forehead with a smile.

"What exactly are you imagining? Mechanical life doesn’t need male and female to reproduce."

At that, Gwen finally understood, and her face flushed red.

Of course. Transformers were nothing like humans. Having only children wouldn’t make their numbers shrink—it would actually increase them. Because they didn’t need two to make one.

They could create on their own.

For Transformers, 1+1+1 was perfectly reasonable.

Gwen’s blush deepened, though her Symbiote battle suit hid it entirely.

After a while, she looked down at the Transformers below and once again felt a surge of awe.

"Doesn’t it feel spectacular?" Lorien asked.

"Mm." Gwen nodded seriously. "Particularly, particularly, particularly spectacular!"

Important things had to be said three times.

Under their watchful eyes, the Elder Transformers began working on their own tasks. They hardly needed to cooperate, since each one possessed the full industrial capacity of a city. They would only need to work together when undertaking something as large as planetary remodeling.

Right now, some elders were mining ore veins. Their mechanical arms tore into the exposed mineral seams on the surface, frantically extracting resources before swallowing them into their bodies for smelting and manufacturing. The amount of material each one processed in a single second could match the daily consumption of an entire country on Earth—and there were a thousand of them.

Not all were doing the same thing. One Transformer, for example, had reshaped its mechanical arm into a long, slender drill to burrow deep underground in search of high-grade ore. Once it located a vein, it began mining. If multiple Elders required the same resource, they could join forces, increasing efficiency even further.

...

From high above, Lorien and Gwen watched as Mars’ surface transformed, Earth time passing from afternoon into late night. They never seemed to tire of the sight. And honestly, if you were here, you’d probably be even more engrossed than they were.

Compared to the scorched yellow wasteland it had been earlier, one section of Mars was now a fully developed trading center.

Yes—an actual trading center.

When mining, they often uncovered more than one type of ore. Some was useful immediately; some wasn’t needed yet. So they stored the surplus here in a central location. Being robots, theft was out of the question.

When someone returned, they could scan the storage and, if they saw a mineral they needed, barter with another Elder. For instance, ten million tons of refined iron ore could be exchanged for a million tons of alloy. If both sides agreed, the trade happened on the spot.

To make it easier for their treads to travel across Mars’ surface, they even pooled resources to build alloy-paved highways.

Step by step, the planet’s infrastructure grew.

Under Lorien and Gwen’s gaze, Mars was reshaped in just a few short hours—brick by brick, so to speak. Watching it felt like witnessing the rise of an entire civilization.

...

Lorien glanced at the time. "Ten o’clock already... Hela won’t starve, will she?"

"It’s time to head home, Gwen. We can come back another time."

Brought back to her senses, Gwen reluctantly nodded. "Alright."

Snap—

With a flick of Lorien’s fingers, they reappeared on the top floor of a skyscraper in northern New York.

Gwen willed her Symbiote battle suit to retract, and it vanished instantly. Lorien gave her a curious look, scanning her up and down.

"Where’d you put it?"

Gwen smiled, leaned up on tiptoe, and whispered in his ear. "Turned into a T-shirt."

Tch. He’d thought it might’ve turned into underwear—just a T-shirt.

They opened the door and stepped inside together.

"You finally decided to come back!"

The moment Lorien entered, a loli voice rang out.

Thump-thump-thump—

Hela came running down the hall.

"Do you know I’ve been—" Slip!

Before she could finish, her small feet slid on the floor. She skidded right into the entryway, executed a perfect sliding tackle, and hit the floor headfirst.

Thunk!

With a dull sound, she popped back up, rubbing her head and continuing stubbornly, "I want the food you made! Hurry up!"

Without another word, she turned and walked away.

Two seconds later—

"Hahahaha~~~~"

Both Lorien and Gwen’s laughter erupted from the doorway.

"Aaaahhhhhh~~~!"

Hela rolled on the floor, gritting her teeth. "You’re all dead! That was so embarrassing!!!"