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

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It was the first time Lorien had met someone who didn’t want fans, but instead wished to remain completely unknown. Honestly, how many people could truly do that?

Then again, thinking about it, this was simply Wanda’s true nature. She never wanted fame, nor had any desire to be a star. He had told her as much himself, and she felt the same way.

Compared to the bright spotlight of celebrity, Wanda clearly preferred a peaceful life with Lorien. And now that they had achieved that goal just yesterday, she wanted it even more. She didn’t want anything disrupting their quiet life together.

But now, the news could. The headlines were a mess, and Wanda worried they might cause misunderstandings.

"It’s fine, Wanda."

Lorien patted her back. "Whether you announce it or not, I’m fine either way—it’s your choice. If you think making it public will help you, then do it. If not, then don’t. I don’t mind, and neither should you."

Wanda nodded in his arms. "Mm."

They hugged for a while before parting.

"You haven’t had lunch yet, have you?" she asked.

"No." Lorien shook his head. He really hadn’t eaten. In fact, sometimes he skipped lunch entirely—often breakfast too. Dinner was the only regular meal for him. It wasn’t because of diet or health concerns, just laziness. Too lazy to make something in the morning, too lazy to move at noon. It didn’t matter anyway—sunbathing was enough for him. How could someone at the Multiversal-level possibly starve to death?

"Then let me make you something!"

Hearing he hadn’t eaten, Wanda happily stepped into the role of housewife. She headed out to the nearby supermarket, bought some groceries, and went upstairs to cook.

As for bringing the food down? Please—hadn’t anyone heard of teleporting a meal?

In under an hour, a red portal opened right beside Lorien’s desk. Wanda began placing the dishes through, one after another. Finally, she brought over bowls, chopsticks, forks, knives, and drinks. Wearing an apron, she stepped out with a smile.

"Dinner’s ready!"

A warm smile spread across Lorien’s face. This was amazing. Wanda had truly changed since coming back—a superhero turned housewife. But more than that, she was taking care of him in daily life. The warmth of that was undeniable.

Smiling, Lorien rolled up his sleeves. "Let’s eat!"

They had barely taken two bites before both remembered at the same time.

"We forgot to call Hela."

They went to get her.

Hela sat down, pouting. "I thought you’d forgotten about me."

"Almost," Lorien admitted with a nod. "You’re too useless—your presence is barely noticeable."

"I—"

Hela wanted to argue, but after thinking about it, she had to admit her presence was indeed low. Still... she could try harder!

"Is there anything I can do?" she asked.

Chewing on his food, Lorien grinned. "Bad news: you’ll have to do the dishes. Good news: that’s all you’ll have to do."

Hela blinked, then focused on eating. At least she could still wash dishes, right?

"Lorien, try this—ah~"

Wanda fed him a piece of meat.

He took a bite, pleasantly surprised. "Tasty. Wanda, you’re a natural at cooking."

Her face lit up. "I’m glad you like it. I was afraid it wouldn’t turn out well, then I wouldn’t get to cook for you again."

"How could that be?" Lorien shook his head.

Off to the side, Hela watched their little display and rolled her eyes.

Half an hour later, the three finished lunch. Hela gathered the plates and headed off to wash them.

Lorien wiped his mouth with a napkin, pulled out two bottles of iced milk tea, and handed one to Wanda.

"Today’s Friday. I’ve got the next two days off. Tonight, I’ll take you to see some things Gwen knows about, but you don’t. Tomorrow and the day after, I plan to take you somewhere to pick up a magic book—kind of like a little trip."

Things she didn’t know? Wanda froze for a moment, then realized he was talking about events that happened while she was at Kamar-Taj—things he hadn’t written in his letters. He didn’t want her knowing too much and overthinking, which could interfere with her magic training.

But the part about a trip to get a magic book puzzled her.

"What kind of magic book?"

"The Darkhold," Lorien said casually, taking a long sip of milk tea.

Sip~ Ah~

"The Darkhold!?" Wanda was shocked. Wasn’t that the only book capable of opposing the Book of the Vishanti?

The Darkhold was immensely powerful, filled with spells that could kill, along with strange and formidable magic of every kind. But it carried a dangerous side effect—it amplified the user’s dark side, corrupting their mind and soul.

Powerful, but extremely dangerous.

Not that it mattered to Lorien. He drained another big sip of milk tea, set it down on the table, and spoke lightly.

"I can remove the side effects of the Darkhold."

"You can use any magic inside it as you like. It’s no big deal."

Wanda blinked. "Ah~?"

Hearing Lorien’s words, her shock went beyond surprise, yet somehow it also felt... expected. In her heart, Lorien had always seemed omnipotent. Still, the way he spoke made it sound far too easy.

That was the Darkhold! And Lorien was treating it like nothing more than a toy. Outrageous.

But in truth, whether it was the Book of the Vishanti or the Darkhold, they were both mere playthings to him. A Sky Father–level treasure that was, at most, Universal-level? That was nothing—completely useless to him.

...

Later that afternoon, Lorien even took in an ordinary client. Under his guidance, she was back to normal in no time.

And if all else failed? Well, he could always fix it with the Phoenix Force.

...

At exactly 5:00 p.m., Lorien and Wanda appeared outside the office. With a click, he locked the door.

"Phew..." Lorien let out a long breath. A two-day mini-vacation lay ahead—plenty of time for fun.

"Come on, I’ll take you to Mars."

"Huh? Huh~?"

Her reaction mirrored Gwen’s exactly—an instinctive agreement, followed by delayed realization.

"Don’t worry, I’ll give you a buff first."

Snap!

A shimmer of energy enveloped Wanda, forming a shield that would let her breathe in space, keep her warm, speak normally, and more.

Snap!

The next instant, they stood on Mars—now known as Cybertron.

"Wow~~~!"

Just as he expected, Wanda’s astonishment matched Gwen’s perfectly when she first saw it. Lorien took a moment to look around as well—Cybertron had changed dramatically.

Its surface was nearly complete, with countless intelligent robots building and maintaining the infrastructure. Descendants of the Elder Transformers oversaw operations, while many Elders themselves had moved underground. With the surface finished, the Transformers were now preparing to develop the planet’s interior.

That was fast—too fast.

"Is this the Transformers’ homeworld?" Wanda asked, excitement in her voice.

"Yes." Lorien smiled proudly. "I created it. I’m their creator."

"Wow..." Her eyes sparkled as she looked down at the vast numbers of Transformers and robots, completely awestruck. "So this is our planet now?"

"Of course," Lorien said with a nod. "Even if we couldn’t live on Earth anymore, we could stay here. Though honestly, living here all the time wouldn’t be very interesting. What I mean is—if we ever wanted to, we could just take this whole planet and go on a trip."

Wanda pictured Mars drifting away through space and couldn’t help but laugh. "That’s romantic."

"It is."

...

Lorien took her on a tour of Cybertron, not just its surface but also the interior under development.

"The ecology and machinery are so perfectly integrated here," Wanda said in awe. "It’s beautiful. I thought a mechanical life planet would just be a forest of steel."

She wasn’t wrong—originally, Cybertron had been exactly that. But now, by Lorien’s order, it was a fifty-fifty split. Animals were even being bred, and some ecological zones already had wildlife roaming freely.

As they explored, Lorien suddenly noticed something. Weren’t a few Elder Transformers missing?

"There are a few Elders unaccounted for," he said, scanning the planetary roster.

"Huh? Where did they go?" Wanda asked.

"Let’s find out."

They headed to the Senate, where one Elder resided permanently.

"Several Elders aren’t here," Lorien asked directly. "Where did they go?"

The resident Elder, upon seeing him, immediately straightened and answered with deep respect.

"They were concerned that Cybertron’s resources would eventually be exhausted. So, they built boosters in advance and set out to scan other planets for resources. Eight Elders departed together, intending to map all the resources in the solar system at once. When they return, a joint decision will be made. This plan was voted on by the Senate and passed by a vote of 980 to 20."

Lorien could only let out a low whistle. They were already thinking about resource depletion—even before Cybertron’s own interior was fully developed. And the vote had been almost unanimous.

He waved a hand lightly. "Got it."

"Let me check the recent votes of the Elders’ Council."

He waved his hand, and all the voted proposals, along with their support and opposition ratios, appeared before the two of them.

Wanda leaned in curiously.

"Solar System Resource Scan · 980:20"

"Molten Core Forge · 740:360"

"Galactic Heavy Warship · 280:720"

"First-Generation Transformers · 800:200"

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They went through the voting records of the past. Almost everything related to Cybertron’s development had been approved, while all proposals for weapon expansion were rejected.

Beneath each entry were the Elders’ stated reasons. For weapons expansion, the consensus was that it was still too early. Once Cybertron was fully developed, they would begin building interstellar warships and weapons. In short—development first, military buildup later.

After reading through them, Lorien nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad. Keep developing."

"Yes, Creator."

Wanda’s worldview had been completely refreshed.

"So there are such amazing things in the world."

Lorien smiled.

"The universe is vast—and there’s not just one of them. There are countless more."

She nodded thoughtfully. Today’s experiences had truly shaken her. Once, she had been just an ordinary woman from a small Eastern European country. Now, after seeing all this, she could only marvel at the vastness of the cosmos.

Her husband was incredible.

...

After finishing their tour of Cybertron—

Snap!

They returned to the New York seaside.

Lorien thought for a moment.

"Looks like we’ve just gained a whole bunch of underlings... and a planet."

Wanda hugged his arm, glancing up at the sky.

"Maybe we’ll have our own galaxy someday, conquered for us by the Transformers."

"By the way, where is Cybertron?"

She knew where the moon was, but she couldn’t spot Cybertron.

Lorien glanced toward it, then pointed at a spot in the sky.

"It’s there—but you can’t see it."

Sure enough, Wanda saw nothing.

"Well, alright then."

...

They strolled along the beach. Lorien’s work hours were great—after five o’clock, the sun began to set, painting the world in warm red and gold. The light made everything look impossibly romantic.

He slipped an arm around her waist, his fingers sliding under the edge of her shirt to brush against her skin. He wasn’t doing it for any ulterior motive—he simply liked the way she felt.

Soft.

Wanda didn’t push him away, though a blush crept across her face. She held his arm with one hand and covered his hand with the other, as if they were walking hand in hand.

The beach was quiet, with few people around. Lorien gave her side a playful squeeze and chuckled.

"Gained some weight?"

"You!" Wanda shot him a glare. "Then stop touching me!"

"I won’t." He grinned, emboldened. "I like you with a little softness—but just the right amount."

He thought for a moment.

"Like the mark left on your leg from your socks last night."

Beauty had no universal standard—it depended on the person.

Hela was definitely on the slim side. Gwen was slender but perfectly proportioned where it counted.

Wanda, though... she couldn’t be too thin, nor could she be too plump. The ideal for her was a touch of fullness—just enough, never too much.

If he held Hela’s waist, it was like grasping something unchanged, without give. Gwen’s waist, on the other hand, had the firm, defined feel of toned abs with excellent elasticity.

Wanda’s was different. When he held her waist in both hands, there was this... smooth, supple quality. Just right.

And as for her front—Hela didn’t need to be mentioned. Gwen was like a honeydew or dragon fruit. Wanda? She fit perfectly in one hand, with just a little extra peeking between the fingers. The perfect golden ratio.

Hearing him, Wanda pinched his cheek and leaned close to whisper in his ear.

"You perv~"

"Hm?" Lorien gave a nasal reply. "Don’t you like it?"

Wanda bit her lip, then whispered back,

"I like it a lot."

"Then let’s go home."

Snap!

In an instant, they were no longer outside changing shoes—they were in the master bedroom.

Lorien tossed her onto the bed with a grin.

"You evil heretic witch! Tonight, I’m going to burn you!"