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

A day of slacking off passed quickly.

After Lorien finished writing his letter and sent it to Wanda, he killed some time, and before he knew it, it was already afternoon.

During that time, Hela finally woke up. She threw on some clothes, ran downstairs barefoot, and asked with barely contained excitement,

"Hey, is that thing of yours... divine?"

Lorien: "???"

He froze, completely caught off guard by her words. How could something with the scent of heather possibly contain divine power?

"Are you out of your mind?"

He reached out to check Hela’s forehead, but she slapped his hand away and kept talking with the same excitement.

"I took a nap, and when I woke up, I suddenly had way more divine power in me!"

"I can feel it—Phoenix Force! It’s from your thing!"

Lorien scratched his head at that, then made a hushing gesture.

"Okay, okay, even if that’s true, could you not shout it so loud? You sound like you’re bragging."

If anyone else overheard this, he’d die from embarrassment on the spot.

"But it’s divine power!"

Hela was still bouncing around, literally. She hopped happily like a little girl playing jump rope.

"If I do it once a day, my divine power recovery speed will increase by ten times!"

"If I do it twice, it’s twenty times!"

"If I do it ten—"

"Stop! Stop! Stop!!!" Lorien’s expression turned increasingly grim. He quickly covered her mouth.

"You can’t just say stuff like that."

"Never mind whether I can even manage that, I’m pretty sure you’d be the first to drop dead."

"Ten? Gwen couldn’t pull that off in an entire day of training, even counting the night. And Wanda—don’t get me started. She’d keel over at three."

Her words genuinely unsettled Lorien. How could someone with such a small body say something like that with a straight face?

His guilt had only just begun to fade, and now it was coming right back.

"Wanda’s that weak?"

The moment Hela heard "three times," she snorted in mockery.

"Then she’s really pathetic. Gwen’s way better."

"Oh, wait—is that why Gwen’s gotten so much stronger so fast? Lorien!"

Ugh...

At her next question, Lorien felt a headache coming on.

"Where do you even get all these bizarre ideas?"

"Am I right? Am I right?" Hela pressed, eyes gleaming.

"I don’t know." He rubbed his forehead.

"Fine, I’ll figure it out myself. Or maybe I’ll ask Gwen about it." She gave a sideways glance, eyes rolling mischievously.

"..."

Oh, for crying out loud.

How was he supposed to respond to something like that? Was she actually telling the truth? It kind of seemed like it—she sure was excited.

But if Gwen found out, would she get just as eager?

Sure, that could be seen as a good thing... but this pace felt way too fast.

He’d barely just gotten on the road in a modern car, and Hela was already trying to rocket straight into the space age. Too fast—so fast that Lorien wasn’t sure he could even handle it.

But one thing was certain: Hela had completely latched on to him now.

It was barely past noon. Lorien had just sat back down when Hela piped up again.

"Let’s go upstairs and have a drink?"

"..."

He knew exactly what her version of "having a drink" meant.

"Hela, my work ethic is sacred. If I say I clock out at five, I clock out at five."

She thought about that for a moment.

"But once you’re off work, you’re with Gwen."

"...Then maybe tonight—"

"Tonight you’re still with Gwen."

"Then let’s just do it now."

"Seriously!?"

Lorien turned his head toward her. She was still playing on her handheld console, but her loli face was turned back toward him. Honestly, she was terrifying.

What kind of things was she saying?

That tiny face of hers wasn’t even as big as his—well... and yet the words coming out of her mouth were so bold he didn’t dare respond.

How was he even supposed to reply?

Should he say, "Sure, right here"?

Or, "No, later"?

The first was too outrageous. The second was too pathetic.

So... maybe no reply at all.

Still, worried she might press him further, Lorien thought for a moment before adding a single sentence.

"Let’s talk about it when we have time."

Remember, this isn’t fear—this is called "fighting another day."

The rest of the afternoon was quiet. Lorien ended up playing video games with Hela.

"What are we playing?" Lorien asked.

"A fighting game."

"Alright, who are you picking?"

"I’m picking Terminator!" Hela raised her controller. "I’m going to beat you up!"

"Okay, then I’ll play Spider-Gwen!" Lorien searched through the character list.

"Huh?" Hela tilted her head. "Is there such a character?"

"No? Then I’ll play Scarlet Witch!" Lorien searched again.

"Is she in there?" Hela still couldn’t find her.

"Then forget it, I’ll play Goddess of Death!" Lorien kept looking.

At that, Hela froze for a moment before kicking him with her pale little foot.

"Alright, alright, I’ll drop it."

Lorien randomly picked Mai Shiranui.

"She’s not in the game, but I can play the real version when the time comes."

Her only response was another kick from her little foot.

...

And just like that, the entire afternoon passed with Lorien and Hela sitting on the carpet, playing games.

They started with a few rounds of fighting games, trading blows back and forth, before moving on to look for other things to play.

Lorien originally searched for some simulation and management games, but Hela didn’t like any of them.

In the end, he joined her in playing hack-and-slash games—Warhammer 40K, World War Z, 7 Days to Die, and so on.

Hela loved monster-fighting games, especially ones with close combat. Among all of them, her current favorite was killing zombies.

She didn’t even mind if it was with guns; whenever she faced a horde, she would get so hyped that she fought while howling with excitement.

With such a lively loli playing by his side, Lorien was happy—completely absorbed, not wanting it to end.

...

5:00 p.m.

Lorien clocked out on time.

In his mind, he said, "Open," then added, "Check all the previous check-in rewards."

[Ding~!]

[Check-in successful!]

[Obtained: Slave Girl Sylvie Game x1!]

[Obtained: Ken Raika Studio’s Complete Anime Collection x1!]

[Obtained: Aqua Cosplay Full Photo Set x1!]

[Obtained: Full Manchu-Han Feast x1!]

[Obtained: Imperial Arm: Demon God Manifestation – Demon’s Extract (Marvel Edition) x1!]

[Obtained: Aladdin’s Lamp x1!]

[Obtained: Saber – Artoria’s Panties x1!]

When he chose to view all the previous rewards, a whole list popped up at once.

He took Hela back to his room before checking them one by one.

"What even is all this..."

The first was a game—not the time to play it now.

The second was an anime. Inside was a USB drive, probably packed with gigabytes of content.

The third was a book—though when Lorien opened it, it turned out to be a cosplay photo set, featuring a girl posing in... various ways.

The fourth was food.

The fifth looked promising—it was a power, and it had brackets in the description, so he decided to come back to it later.

The sixth was interesting too—saving that one for last.

Then he looked at the seventh.

Hmm, blue and white.

Alright, enough said. That was plenty.

Back to the fifth one—the one with the ridiculously long name.

[Imperial Arm: Demon God Manifestation – Demon’s Extract (Marvel Edition): This is an extremely terrifying ice-type Imperial Arm. Anyone who drinks it will go insane, but once mastered, it allows complete control over ice for both offense and defense, with astonishing speed and power. Its hidden technique, Mahapadma, can even freeze the universe!]

Lorien read the description with a strange look on his face.

So the Marvel Edition meant it was an upgraded version—and one that could evolve alongside its user’s power.

In the original, Mahapadma could only freeze the space-time of a single location, but now it could freeze the entire universe.

He took a look at the Imperial Arm itself. Sure enough, it was the same—a pot of fresh blood, radiating an intense killing intent and spiritual corruption.

Even getting close would drive an ordinary person insane, let alone drinking it.

Lorien nodded and stored it away.

"Keep it for now. We’ll see later."

He didn’t need this thing. With the Phoenix Force in his possession, an Imperial Arm like this was nothing but a toy to him—a toy he could casually hand to someone else. Of course, he wouldn’t give it away recklessly.

Next came the sixth item.

Lorien took out Aladdin’s lamp. Hela was off to the side playing a game. When she saw him pull out what looked like a teapot, she asked curiously,

"Is there a drink inside?"

"No," Lorien shook his head. "There’s a spirit inside that says it can grant three wishes."

He glanced at the lamp, shaped like an ornate teapot. Legend had it that opening it would grant three wishes. Countless people coveted it, and some even exploited loopholes—using their last wish to ask for three more. But Lorien wasn’t like those people.

"Bo..."

He uncapped the lamp and set it on the table. Hela leaned over, curiosity piqued.

A moment later, a blue humanoid figure burst out, wearing a small hat, its entire body tinted blue, exuding a distinctly Indian vibe. As it emerged, the lamp addressed Lorien.

"Three wishes."

Lorien nodded. "Go ahead."

The lamp: ?

Seeing its confusion, Lorien tilted his head. "Didn’t you want three wishes?"

"...No," the lamp finally replied after a long pause, as if its processor had just rebooted. "I’ll grant you three wishes."

"Ohhh..." Lorien nodded in sudden realization.

"Anything?"

The lamp nodded. "Anything."

"Alright then—upgrade Wanda, Gwen, and Hela to Universal-level. That’s three wishes right there. Or just give me a Heart of the Universe and we’ll call that three wishes instead."

Hela was touched. The lamp was stunned.

Universal-level? Heart of the Universe? What was he even talking about?

From the look on its face, Lorien knew it couldn’t do it. Not that he expected it to in the first place.

"So," Lorien asked, waving a hand, "what can you actually do?"

At that, the lamp perked up with renewed confidence.

"I can give you money—tons of it! More than you could ever spend! Or if there’s someone you like, bring me to her and I’ll make her fall for you! If you want a car, a house, luxury goods—anything like that—I can make it happen!"

Before Lorien could answer, Hela scoffed from the side.

"That’s what you call a wish?"

Lorien chuckled. The lamp blinked, unsure how to react.

Hela shrugged.

"That’s just a matter of saying the word. Back in Asgard, I could mention that in the morning and have it by noon."

The lamp was floored—it almost wanted to ask who exactly she was. Lorien nearly doubled over laughing. With him and Hela, the lamp had truly drawn the short straw.

Seeing Lorien’s amusement, Hela started laughing too.

"Alright, alright," Lorien said to the lamp’s blank face. "Go back for now. I’ll call you when I think of something."

He waved a hand, dismissing the lamp and tossing it back into storage. From what he’d gathered, its abilities boiled down to: Basic material creation. Basic mind control. Basic material reorganization.

And that was it.

Still, those abilities were at least Elder God–level, so they had some value—but not much. Certainly useless to Lorien.

Once the lamp was put away, Hela returned to her game. She glanced at the in-game clock.

5:30.

"...Gwen’s not here yet?" She was a little surprised. By this time, Gwen’s classes should have ended. If she were coming, she usually arrived right on the dot.

"Is Gwen not coming tonight?"

The thought made Hela perk up. She ran over to Lorien with a bright grin.

"If she’s not coming, let me take her place tonight!"

The corner of Lorien’s mouth twitched. Hela saying something like that was just... too much. Way too much.

He sat up, adjusting his aim.

"Go, go. Worry about yourself."

Hela pouted, still staring at his pants. The air between them froze in stalemate, and Lorien’s "gun" was becoming harder to suppress.

Just then—click. The door swung open.

"Lorien! I just stopped a pair of bank robbers, so I’m late!" Gwen bounced in, explaining as she went.

"Phew..." Lorien exhaled in relief, leaning back with one leg crossed.

Gwen hurried over and threw herself into his arms, eager to share her day.

"Lorien, the bank robbers today were weird."

"Weird? How so?"

"Their weapons were all different." Gwen pulled out her pink phone, scrolling to some photos. "Look."

Lorien took the phone, peering at the images alongside her. Hela clambered onto his shoulders to get a look too.

The weapons in the photos weren’t anything seen on Earth before. And they didn’t fire bullets—

They fired high-density energy.

In Gwen’s video, the blasts could melt steel and punch through the bank’s bulletproof glass with ease. These were clearly new weapons—high-tech ones.

"They look crazy powerful, and there’s barely any recoil," Gwen murmured. "Could they be alien tech?"

Hela glanced at the screen. "They kinda look like the interstellar weapons I use in my game."

Lorien studied them more closely, then smiled.

"Didn’t you notice?"

"Notice what?" Gwen and Hela asked together.

Lorien pulled up images of weapons left behind by the Chitauri after their defeat and placed them side by side with Gwen’s photos.

"See? The main body and the core are identical."

Gwen’s eyes widened. Hela lit up with excitement.

"So there really are alien weapons! Lorien, let’s grab a few to play with!"

"Grab what?"

"A few!"

...

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